They said, "You know we won it, don't you?" I didn't know what they meant. So to my utter horror, they explained that the competition had been to get ...y Mum as a sex slave for the night! Everyone there had signed sponsor forms for her to do it! Mum had been the judge, the criteria for tonight being that the two blokes with the biggest dicks would win!She'd taken all the males aside one by one, even the 18 year old lads and the dirty old men, and fucking tit rolled their dicks to hardness, then. I took care of my horse, used the privy and once inside found a circle of men in one corner, spectators to some sort of event. I got a beer and joined them, elbowing a few aside to see what was going on.Rape was what was going on.A big man with his white britches hanging loose at his knees along with his black galluses was buggering a good-sized young woman at the end of a table. The girl was spread out, holding on the far side where another man sat and, I now saw, he was gripping her. For several hours, Cindy hung around, talking to Chris as if her were Stacy, and he found himself keeping up with the conversation more than he would have thought. All those conversations he'd overheard Cindy and Stacy having were a big help, though not as big as Stacy's diary. Man, he was glad that he read that thing. When Cindy started talking about boys, Chris felt rather embarrassed, but using what he'd read, he decided why not play along, and actually pretend to be Stacy. He. Thanksgiving had passed and Christmas saw me almost fully recovered physically. I still got tired easily, so the big day was held at my aunts' instead of us returning to Shamrock like we normally did.I gave Marcus a huge white chef's hat, which he thought was very funny, and a pound of mixed gummy candies. To my aunts, I gave them a variety of knickknacks that I'd collected while Marcus and I had been touring the country.Marcus and my aunts decided to be funny and made me a giant scratching.