Take the drink.

You reach out and take hold of the glass, without really thinking twice, you chug the entire thing in one gulp.

"Woah, impressive!" you hear Jonathan remark. You look behind you to see your mother staring at you, slack-jawed. You wonder if she's always looked so beautiful. Something about the way she stares at you with those glassy eyes just makes your knees tremble.

"oooooh!" You moan as you feel warmth between your legs, you look down to see Greta has slipped a hand underneath your skirt - and is now massaging your sex. This is so wrong and messed up you think, but you can't deny what she's doing feels so good. Your vision blurs as you feel the electricity climb up your body, sparking pleasure in every one of your nerves. You are panting now, as the woman continues to work your now dripping folds.

Your hand finds her breast without even trying, and you begin to fondle it instinctively. Smiling like a lion who has just caught her prey, the woman leans in and takes your delicate and waiting lips into her own. You feel her **** her sharp tongue into your own mouth, and wrestle your tongue into submission. Your body gives, and you wrap your arms and legs around her as she finger bangs you in front of your mother and her boyfriend.

"Aren't you proud of your little girl, Tara? See how quickly the wine has affected her? That was the fastest I've ever seen someone succumb."

You look over at your mom, who is slowly playing with her own pussy, which is visibly wet as well. Your mind is addled by lust. Something has taken hold of you. Something dark. Something powerful. Something so wonderfully sinister.

"Yes, mommy, are you proud of me?? Tell me your proud of your little slut girl!" you moan louder as the woman edges you. You feel something burning in your stomach, as she continues to build you up, then deny you of release. Finally, you can't keep it together and your body is wracked by powerful orgasm.

Jonathan laughs - the cocky bastard. You glance over and see that he is now pounding your mother with his cock, and her eyes are wild with passion, as your own must be. He grabs the wine bottle, mid-thrust and pours an even taller glass.

"Tara, be a dear, and give this to your daughter." he says with an evil grin.

She looks up and meekly takes hold of the glass. She inches towards you, and before she can hand the glass to you, Greta swipes your g-spot, and you lose all control. You lean forward and kiss your own mother. Your tongues lock, and dance as the two of you fall deeper and deeper into your own debauchery. Finally, you take the glass and swig half of it down, your thirst was so strong. You see the pleading in your mother's eyes, and grant her one more kiss - this time spilling the other half of the wine into her mouth. You hold your mouth to hers until you know she has swallowed the fruity ambrosia.

Jonathan takes the opportunity to pick up the pace, and you watch as he cums deep into your mother. At the same time Greta pushes firmly on your inner wall - and you cum buckets all over her ample chest.

"We're here" Jonathan says.