.. and I was forced to sit there in the closet and watch.Well, I guess I wasn’t forced to watch. But there was nothing else to do, and once I got ov...r the shock (and the ick-factor) ... I’ve got to admit, it was sort of interesting watching Mom get used like a slut.Not just like a slut, I realized. My Mom was a slut - she’d known this guy for what, 40 minutes before bringing him home and letting him fuck her in like ninety different positions.I even rubbed a few out myself, just watching them.. Was that me? Did I do that? I never thought I could move thatway.I reached back and was brought back to reality by the gruel in my hairand the sweat on my body. I walked into the bathroom and started theshower. I had been excited by my body before, but those times werevisual...the sexy, voluptuous girl staring back at me in the mirror eachmorning and evening or seeing her face in the small mirror as I brushedmy teeth and hair. This was different. This time, the excitement wasbrought about by. And just like that, it hit her. Jennys legs were shaking, her pussy was contracting, and her hips were waving with involuntary spasms. She managed to stay upright only by support of the love seats armrest. With Jennys orgasm came a gentle flow of fluid down her thighs, spilling over the fingers of Sean. Sean removed his right hand, and standing up, used Jennys juice to stroke himself. He smiled at his handy work and spanked Jenny on the ass while she was recovering. OHHH, yes! Fuck me Se–. . .’ she said, as if I ought to understand. But I felt as if I was in a foreign land. This goddess was not speaking my language, if indeed she was a goddess, which I was beginning to doubt. The seeking vibrations I had felt in this place were unmistakable, but I began to understand their perverse nature as I noticed the dark circles around the woman’s eyes which led into the dark, brooding sadness in their center. Such eyes held not the Sacred Light, much less the ability to transfer it to.