“Ok, darling, you pretend to be the fucker. I will act as if you, my hubby, is watching us from the chair over there. This seems to be quite genuine... and inspiring. I would not have believed you that such things are really happening in our country.”I thought only if I could tell him that I have been fucking our son while I spoke. So I started to act like the wife in the flick and assumed her screen name, Pan. My hubby started to fondle my boobs like the fuck buddy.I addressed the empty chair,. I got between her legs and licked and adored her pussy. Michael stood next to her and fucked her mouth, and Paul slid his cock into my pussy. He was fucking me deep and hard.“Oh Kimberly your pussy is so tight.”“Doreen your mouth feels so good on my cock. You suck so good baby.”Doreen’s pussy was so beautiful. She was bald like me. I was licking and slurping on her pussy. She was so wet and creamy when I was eating her. Paul was fucking me so deep and hard into my pussy. Michael was ramming his. I just stared at Mom’s nude body for a full minute. I had never seen her naked before and I was enjoying it.Finally I reached over and gently removed the duct tape from her lips. I found that he had shoved a pair of her own panties in first so I removed them too.Mom said, “That fucking bastard raped me.”I asked, “Should I call the police?”Mom said, “No! He didn’t pay me! He fucked me but I told him that he could. He trussed me up, took pictures of me, and then the bastard walked out leaving me. No, I didn't touch myself or anything, and for a long time it didn't seem to be arousing me. I did sometimes recall moments from the scene, the pretty woman losing herself to sensation. And finally, I did start to feel the need to touch myself, and then came the time I realized my hands had been "sneaking" over my body.And that brought me up short. I admitted my obsession to myself and began to wonder what it meant. And wondered who I could possibly talk with about the whole thing. I found.