With that move, she remembered how her mother looked, her arms slung back, the ropes tugging hard at her wrists. She dropped her arms immediately, feeling a flash of embarrassment, the shame of someone who has accidentally seen a forbidden event and who can't relate it to anyone. "The other team… won," Arlette said haltingly, realizing that she had forgotten even who they were playing.

"Ohhhh, too bad. Well, perhaps next time," Monica said, tilting her head to one side and studying her daughter. There was something wrong, something strange about the way Arlette was behaving suddenly. Monica wanted to go further into this conversation, but the teen was already climbing the stairs, yawning and telling her mother she would talk more in the morning.

"Good night, Mother," Arlette called down, feeling the ceiling would collapse in on her if she were to stay down there any longer. Fucked! Yes, that's what her mother was fucked hard and long by that wonderful, horrible young stud. And now natural, how normal she looked now, so matronly and sedate. No one seeing her now could possibly believe she had been screaming the ceiling down, fucking her brains out while tied up in that grotesque fashion.

"Oh, God!"

Arlette didn't even go into the bathroom to shower and change. She was too confused, too exhausted, too drained by her experience. Making her way into the bedroom, the young teen fell across her bed.

"Oh, this is horrible, awful," she kept repeating in a whisper, closing her eyes and still seeing her mother and Jack fucking, coupling like two wild animals in the woods. Who was he? Would he come back? How had her mother landed someone like that? "God, God!" The girl draped one arm over her eyes and felt herself falling into a deep sleep. The last thing Arlette saw in her mind's eye was that fat prick, loaded with jizz, disappearing between the fur-edged lips of her mother's cunt.