More than one surprise

When you reach the foot of the stairs you can hear the sound of the TV more clearly. You flush as the sounds of moaning and grunting become clear. One of the brats is watching a porno, you realise, probably your son. You have half a mind to burst into the room and embarrass him, probably with his dick in his hand, while the other half urges you to creep back upstairs and get re-acquainted with your fat black vibe.

Curiosity causes you to make a third choice. You tiptoe forward, stifling a giggle as you take a sip of wine, and peer around the edge of the door to see what's going on.

The huge flat screen TV is facing you, and it's immediately evident that your assumption that it was porn was absolutely correct. Two thick cocks pump into some lucky girl, penetrating her cunt and asshole in an **** closeup. The camera pulls back to show her sandwiched between the two men, another holding a handful of her raven hair as he plunges his thick cock into her mouth. You can see other men standing, their stiff cocks in hand, waiting their turn at the helpless bitch.

At that moment the camera moves, giving you a better view of the girl and you cover your mouth to suppress the gasp of horror that rises.

The girl is you.

Twenty years ago.

On the floor of your bosses office being punished for stealing from him. You remember how he called in other men and how they ravished you, fucking every hole as they filmed your violation. You haven't thought of it for years, and when you have you hoped the video they made had been for their own use. Seeing it now is both horrifying and intensely exciting, and you can feel your pussy throbbing with wet need.

The fact that your son is watching it, possibly recognising his mother as a young and very slutty woman, suddenly has you recoiling in horror, and you look further into the room to see what he's doing, praying that he's not jerking off to images of your degradation.

He's not. In fact he's not there at all.

But your daughter is.

And she's not alone.