In a bar and chatting to a brother and sister I'd just met, mainly in a futile attempt to get in the sister's knickers, their "oldest swingers in town" parents turned up to join in the fun. Mother was in her fifties, scottish, hard-faced, built like a brick shit house and apparently had a relationship with her no-necked flabby mug of a hubby which allowed her to rub her hand up the thigh of blokes trying to fuck her daughter, rest it on their bollocks and ask if they want to go do a line in the bogs with her, whilst he looked on grinning. I politely declined, and managed to worm my way out of the group, only for her to hunt me down, grab my head with both hands and aggressively mouth rape me with her sandpaper textured tongue. That was bad enough, but gob shite here had invited the daughter down to a night I was DJing at the next week, and so one week later I was at the decks and felt hot breath on my neck and someone grinding up against me in a provocative way. I turned round to find the mother puckered up for action in a tartan mini-skirt and kinky boots, hubby stood behind her grinning like a cunt and nowhere to hide for the rest of the night.