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There was an internal debate going on in your mind, weighing the pros and cons. Could you go another way? How quiet could you be? Were there other women in the house waiting to spring on you? Too many questions, and it all came down to one thought.

What was the quickest way to get to Jackie?

Your mother’s garden was large. She always liked the pseudo-tropical jungle look, and the backyard was big enough to support it. If you went that way you could probably sneak by the orgy outside without too much issue. That door ahead opened directly to the side patio and the garden.

Exhaling, you resolved yourself. You were going to chance it.

You turned to the women, all of whom looked at you with adoring eyes. You brought your index finger to your mouth in a shushing gesture, and then motioned for them to follow you.

Moving by inches, careful to avoid any creaks in the floor, you began creep forward. Your heart pounded in your chest like a drum as you came closer to the kitchen, where the sounds of animalistic grunting and growling echoed and intensified.

Just keep moving, you told yourself. Eyes front, move slowly but surely ahead.

Despite that little mantra, you heard Marcy utter a hushed gasp as you were passing the kitchen and couldn’t help but turn to see what was going on. What you saw left you stunned.

A young man lay trampled on the kitchen floor, his leg jutting at an awkward angle while your octogenarian piano tutor, Mrs Harris from down the street bounced on his cock with abandon, her wrinkled face twisted in an expression of glee. Like the other women, her ancient body had tightened and perfectly astoundingly attractive.

Mashing her pussy into the man’s face, muffling his cries for help, was your mother, cooing and howling like a dog in heat. Despite the initial horror of seeing your mother in that position, you couldn’t help but take note of how well her body looked. Her tits large and perky, her stomach mostly smooth, her ass a delightful heart shape.

Buried between those ass cheeks was the face of a much younger girl whom you didn’t immediately recognise, though judging by how petit she was you imagined she had to be one of Tori’s friends. Whoever she was, she seemed to be taking great delight eating your mother’s ass.

Taking in the sight of it all you were reminded of hundreds of national geographic documentaries, scenes of lions and hyenas ganging up and taking down buffalo and gazelles, each predator focusing on a different part of the animal.

You had to keep moving, the door was right there. Perhaps six big paces away.

But then Cassidy, with her extra weight, put a wrong foot forward and caused a creak in the floorboards.

At once all three women had turned their gazes at you, eyes large and inhuman. Your mother’s face twisted into an snarl and screamed “COOOOOCK!”