Yes

"Yes" MomChristine said, and the room fell silent.

Finnie felt like that silence was the sound of her world falling apart around her. "How... how often?" she asked.

"A lot" MomChristine answered her. The look on her face, pain but determination, seemed to suggest that she knew she had to be honest with her step-daughter even if it meant revealing this secret.

And Finnie's mind was flooded with images of MomChristine being used and abused by an unending number of guys. Not a young looking MomChristine but the woman sitting right before her now.

"When... when was the last one?" For some reason Finnie had to know the details, as bad as they were.

"Last week." MomChristine answered truthfully.

"How many guys?"

"Fourteen" MomChristine said.

Finnie's brain hurt. This wasn't just theoretical anymore. This was something that really happened. Fourteen real men took turns screwing the most important person in her life. Finnie began to cry.

MomChristine moved in and hugged her. Finnie tried to hug back, but couldn't stop wondering how many inches of her step-mother's body, the body now pressed against her lovingly, had been covered by strange men's semen.

And suddenly Finnie pushed MomChristine away and shot her step-mom a terrible look. "How could you do this to dad? He loves you. He trusts you. How could you cheat on him like this, in the worst way? And you've been doing it forever."

"Finnie hon..." MomChristine tried to interject.

"I mean he loves you so much. Don't you know that?" Finnie wiped the tears from her eyes, but they kept coming. "He'd give anything for you."

"Finnie..." MomChristine tired again. No luck.

"You need to tell him. You have to tell him. Or... or I'm going to tell him." Finnie visualized the fallout, divorce, anger, she'd be separated from MomChristine forever. As much as she hated the woman now, the thought made her sad.

"Finnie!" Finally MomChristine shouted, silencing her step-daughter. "You don't understand."

Finnie pouted. Maybe it was MomChristine who didn't understand how big a deal this was. What could she possibly not understand?

And then MomChristine made her shocking revelation even more shocking. "Your father knows."

Finnie sat silent.

"Your father knows. He... he watches."

Finnie squeezed out her voice. Who were these people? These parents of hers. "I don't... I don't understand."

"You don't need to understand." MomChristine said.

"I do!" Finnie's sadness was turning to anger. "Tell me... everything."

MomChristine took a deep breath. For a moment she hesitated, then realizing she couldn't get away with anything other that the complete truth, she went for it. "Your father has this friend, named Duwayne Walker. Every month Duwayne comes here with a bunch of his friends. The exact number is different but the idea is the same. Your father sits down on his chair and watches as they... well as they have their way with me. We've been doing this for years.... since we got married actually."

Finnie felt strange. Her whole world seemed not to make any sense, and her crotch tingled, just a bit. "I think..." she could barely speak. "I think, I need to just be alone."

"You need to take it all in, I understand." MomChristine said as she gave her loving step-daughter one more hug. As their bodies were pressed close Finnie took in a breath to see if she could smell men on MomChristine. She wasn't sure why.

That night, lying in bed, Finnie's fingers found her clit quickly. She had never masturbated to thoughts of her step-mother before, but now couldn't help herself. She began to cry as she began to rub and visualized her step-mom naked, well built, squatting over a big erect black cock while both her hands were filled with two more massive dicks. As she stroked them, more men stood surrounding her, jerking themselves. From across the room her father yelled orders...

"Jerk off on her!"

"Shove it in her mouth!"

"Shove it in her ass!"

"Shove it in her ass, then shove it in her mouth!"

Did this really happen?

She squirmed as she rubbed, her thighs getting wetter. And as she went slowly her father's voice was replaced by her own.

"Pull her hair" she heard her voice shout in her head.

"Smack her tits."

"Make her admit that she's a whore."

And MomChristine turned her cum covered face to look at her step-daughter. "I'm a whore."

"Good, now get over here and bury your face in my pussy."

Finnie's eyes shot open and she sat up. 'No' she thought. That was too far. She couldn't allow her fantasy to go there. She breathed.

Finnie finished rubbing herself off thinking about the flight attendant, yet it was still difficult for her not to flash on MomChristine's face, taking the place of the flight attendant's as Finnie's hand reached deep into her pants.

The next morning Finnie knew what she had to do.