Suffice to say they were somewhat well inebriated before I arrived. I declined their offer of a JB and coke, settling on just the coke. I skinned up a...three skin joint and shared it with my pal Donny.As we sat around the kitchen table chewin' the fat, I couldn't help notice Samantha's skirt. It was micro-short and made of shiny black latex. The kind of garment you would see for sale in a sex shop, or available by mail order. Under her skirt, I could clearly see the thin black suspender belt. Yes I said do tell your daughter what a slut you are.Sara looked up still playing with her tits and began to share with her daughter that she was a very sexual woman from her teens to today. An older friend of the family, who even now gets a blowjob ever once in a while, had fucked her the first time when se was 15. She explained that she had a strong desire for sex all her life and that she had done some things that she was not proud of to fulfill her need for cock. I asked her to explain and. "So, night before last, Michelle was at her martial arts practice and pulled a shoulder muscle. Her arm is in a sling." Damn," Crystal shook her head. "That shoulder stuff hurts." Michelle no more hurt her shoulder than I had a baby," Jeff grinned. "We set it up to put him between a rock and a hard spot, but whatever happens Michelle can't run this cycle or he'll realize we were bullshitting him. Let's keep that among Michelle and us, OK?" OK, you're sneaky," Crystal grinned. "So he's on now?". ..can I go change mom? Please?" No dear, I want you to sit down so we can discuss this."I sat down across the table, my hands on my lap, bile churning away,threatening to expel, my shame so large that it took all my effort tostay there and not upchuck. Mom didn't sound angry, nor did she lookshocked, yet I was scared as never before; the girl that I had harboredall my life, the little girl that had become a teenager, the girl thathad stolen so many hours of my thoughts and driven me almost.