"Nooooo… ohhhhhh, it's so good, so very good… it's going to kill me!" the girl whispered through her sobs as a fire storm raced through her pussy, the flames encasing her body in flashing thrills.

How long Arlette was squattering in that awkward position by the bedroom door, she didn't know. When she came to and opened her eyes, she found herself near the crack leading into her mother's room. She shook herself into consciousness, grasped the doorknob and shakily stood up. It was quiet inside. Biting down on her lower lip, still feeling the aftershocks of her incredible climax, the young teen peered cautiously into the bedroom.

"Ohhhhh, God!"

Monica was untied, her arms at her sides, and her legs had been unbound, as well. Jack was on top of her, kissing her belly, squeezing her nipples while still humping his prick into her cunt. The woman was muttering something, rolling her head slowly from side to side, her eyes closed tightly. Yes, Monica was in a world of bliss still, oblivious to everything except that licking tongue and the prick slurping in and out of her fuckhole.

"No, oh, no."

Arlette mastered herself, backing away from the door, stumbling over her own feet and cursing her clumsiness. She had to get away, had to leave this horrible place for a while. She felt shame and confusion as she raced through the livingroom, bumping her shin on the coffee table and nearly overturning the heavy piece of furniture. Stopping behind the sofa, the young teen gripped the back, hanging her head down, trying to catch her breath. Horrible! Just horrible! She had witnessed something few children see – her mother fucking her brains out, and in such an obscene, perverse way! How could she ever face her mother again, look her in the eye without feeling a little sick?

Sounds! Footsteps! The bedroom door creaked open! One of them was getting up, perhaps padding over to the kitchen for something to drink. They would see her. Arlette shook off the thoughts settling on her brain, and she moved quickly to the front door, opening it, then slipping outside.