I betrayed your dad… she is crying…I hold her shoulders. Please stop mom. Listen to me. Please stop. I will bring you a cup of tea. Get dressed. P...lease don’t cry. I will be back in 2 minutes.I am back with tea… my god… mom is hanging in the fan… I shouted for uncle… hold her legs.. mom.. mom…. Uncle climbed and tear the saree. Somehow I managed to hold her without falling in the floor…I pushed uncle out of the room. Lock the room inside. I hugged my mother. Started crying… what you did mom? I. I’ve got two kids to pick up.” We walked to her blue Camry, looking lonely in the middle of the empty carpark, covered in dew, and after a long, lingering kiss, she got in. She gave me her address, and said, “See you at six.” I watched her driving away, and the sadness I had felt earlier was now replaced by a feeling of anticipation at the thought of seeing her again. After breakfast, I drove over to the motel where my friend, Warren Baxter, had stayed, and we had coffee with his wife, Casey,. But here it was happening right now. She wasn’t sure she was ready - what if she wanted them to stop? Oh my god! Her husband. Her own uncle. Her heart was racing and her mouth was dry - was she going to do it? This was mad. An image of a girl being gangbanged by three older men ran through her head – it was one of her favourite videos on the porn website – but that was just fantasy wasn’t it? Then suddenly she felt it – the slightest tremor ran down her spine and she could feel her pussy begin. "The dirty slut!" I blurted out disdainfully, publicly denouncing her, all the while secretly admiring her and wishing that it was my girlfriend on her knees, embarrassing herself, and myself, by sucking-off a couple of guys in public.It would have been my dream-cum-true, to have cheating, cum-slut of a girlfriend like that; to treat her like a princess; worship and adore her, whilst she treats me worse than shit, fucking as many guys as she likes and openly rubbing my nose in it. My.