I tried to fight. But I could do nothing. Tears burned in myeyes, while rage and humiliation both burned in my heart. The physicalpain was nothing ...compared to the rest. When he was finished, I thoughtthat it would end. But it didn't. Several of the other's took theirturns as well. Finally they seemed to be done with me, letting go of myarms and standing back.With tears of shame pouring down my eyes, I fearfully looked around theroom, absently noticing that Garavas had disappeared. My uncle started telling us sexy yokes my mother started laughing and feeling very relax, uncle told us one about a woman with big breasts, daddy started touching my mother's back and saying, she has very nice breasts, my mother slapping daddy on the shoulder saying husband behave your self while looking at my uncle, after a while of laughing and drinking more Raki, my mother started playing with her hair, I decide to go to the next level, I play belly dancing music, soon the men started. “C’mon Barry.” After a few steps, she looked over a shoulder at me and said, “Byeee.” “Bye, Gaynor,” I muttered as firm buttocks swung their way back to the corner table. “Bloody hell, Richard,” said Mick. “Reckon you’re in there, boy.” I didn’t comment but leaned back against the bar, looked down at the lipstick smudges on my glass and then back up at Gaynor, sitting in the corner. She was looking at me and raised her full wine glass in salutation. I nodded, raised my nearly-empty glass… NOW. Finally her panties came into view, and the dress continued up her body until I had bunched it at her waist. I lowered my hands back to her thighs and laid them with fingers pointing in on her legs just below her pussy. Mom stared, but said nothing. Slowly my hands moved up, and she gasped as they touched her panty clad mound. I rubbed my mother’s pussy and smeared the wet juice I found there around until her whole crotch was soaked in her flowing liquid. I allowed my fingers to trail between.