"Oh, Mom said in a weak voice."I turned around and beat feet out of there. Our house was up in the southeast part of Salt Lake City called the "Benche...." It cost a fortune to own up there. Numb, shocked, in mental limbo barely began to describe what I felt. I walked home from Downtown Salt Lake and tried to get a handle on things.It was seven o'clock before I got home. Dad was gone to a meeting somewhere. He was a salesman for one of the big business systems companies and attended meetings. We both sat down facing each and at first I was rather well behaved as we chatted a bit.As my drink was nearing completion I spread my legs and pulled my skirt slightly up. His eyes immediately looked down at my shaven pussy. I had the last two sips of my drink and then asked my husband to go pour me another. On his return with my drink he sat back down and I put my feet on the handles of the chair either side of him. I could see he was enjoying the view of my pussy as his cock grew to be hard. While I laid there alone in the dark motel room I made a promise to myself that I would dedicate the rest of my life to this. To have cock and cum in me as often as possible was my goal. I began chanting my head my new mantra: I am a worthless whore. I deserve to be used. I live to serve. I am a faggot cumdump. I repeated these words and felt true bliss because I knew I was where I belonged.The next time I heard the door open it was multiple guys. I heard one of them laugh and say "Look at this. She said it was because we where going for a meal (a lie to throw him off), but I knew it was because she enjoyed the attention she gets from our son's friends.Everyone was having a great time and my son was in his element with all his friends and me and my wife where knocking back the drinks like a couple of 18 year olds.In fact my wife was starting to look a bit unstable on her heels and it wouldn't be long before she was feeling sick (as always when we drink).I sat talking to my sons best.