Arlette LeFevre stood there, leaning heavily against the molding, her body damp with perspiration as she watched her mother twisting and turning on the bed. It was hideous, the most awful thing she had ever seen in her life!

Arlette had told her mother that she was going to the school football game tonight. She was going to be home no later than midnight. Everything seemed normal as before – well, as normal as things could have been after her father's desertion four years ago. The perky blonde teenager had come back home after having lost her wallet. Those strange sounds in her mother's bedroom had attracted her attention after she had trotted into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of milk. Now she stood there by the partially opened door, the glass trembling in her hand, milk spilling onto her gripping fingers as she watched her mother and that man go crazy together on the bed.

"Oh, please, more, more! Ohhhhh, it's so good when you eat me out! Ohhhh…" Arlette blushed a deep red, closing her eyes and feeling a wave of nausea sweep over her as she watched her mother arching her back once more, hunching her spit-slicked cunt up to that stranger! Who was he? Naked, hairy, thickmuscled, he was hovering over her mother, holding her down to the squeaking bed while he had his mouth on her… on her thing! "Ohhhhh…" the girl moaned. Absolutely nothing had prepared the trembling girl for something like this. Her mother, she knew, was terribly lonely. There had been talk about her going out on dates or something. But nothing ever seemed to materialize. In a way, Arlette was glad her mother was always at home, always dependable. She was a rock, something the teenager could count on in her life! But now she saw the cock cracked, shattered as her mother twisted and jerked and writhed on the bed. Tied roped like that, her mother's arms were stretched high over her head, the backs of her fingers pressing against the headboard, while her thighs gripped that young stud's head.