“Not at this time, Your Honor,” Mr. Smithers replied.
“Mr. Jordan, any questions of this witness?” Judge Crenshaw asked.
“Yes, Your Honor, I have, thank you,” Mr. Jordan replied. “Mrs. Kumms, your son has made some rather drastic accusations against you. What do you have to say with regard to them?”
“When I married my husband, David, I was aware of his… shortcomings,” Susan said. “Even at his most erect, David’s cock was less than 5″. It was anything but inspiring to have him on top of me; I barely felt anything. He realized this, and it shamed him, though it wasn’t his fault and I constantly told him so. Nonetheless, he worried about my sexual happiness. Even though he was more than happy to please me orally, he knew that that didn’t take the place of a cock big enough to pleasure me.”
“Some time after Quinn was born, David approached me with the idea that he would provide me with lovers who had adequately sized cocks, as he put it. I was very reluctant, being in love with my husband and resigned to dealing with the hand he and I had been dealt. But David felt guilty. He worried that I would become dissatisfied, so he constantly encouraged me to allow him to provide lovers. After several months, I agreed, though the idea was distasteful to me.”
“I was shocked when David produced the first of the men that he wanted to satisfy me,” Susan said. “He was black. I wasn’t a prejudiced person, but I had never even thought of having a black lover. But David insisted that he didn’t mind, so I allowed it to happen.”
“Please be more specific, Mrs. Kumms,” Mr. Jordan.
“I allowed this man to have his way with me,” Susan said. “He fucked me. He ate my pussy. He had me suck him and he came in my mouth. He then fucked me in the ass and came in me. It was the first time and it was indelibly imprinted in my memory.”
“And your husband was present for this?” Mr. Jordan asked.
“He was,” Susan replied, nodding. “He insisted so that I would know that he approved, that he didn’t mind. He even pleasured me orally when the man had finished, even though he had cum in me.”
“Your husband ate your pussy after a strange black man had fucked you and cum in you?” Mr. Jordan asked.
“Yes,” Susan replied firmly.
“How did that make you feel, Mrs. Kumms?” Mr. Jordan asked.
“Very confused,” Susan replied. “It felt wonderful to have such a large cock in me, but I also felt guilty. David eating me afterwards went a long way towards ameliorating my feelings of guilt.”
“And was this a one-time occurrence?” Mr. Jordan asked.
“No,” Susan replied. “David was so pleased with how it had gone, my obvious pleasure, that he insisted that we continue doing it.”
“And did you, continue doing it, taking strange men into your bed while your husband watched?” Mr. Jordan asked.
“Yes,” Susan replied.
“And did you enjoy this?” Mr. Jordan asked.
“I came to enjoy it, even to look forward to it,” Susan replied. “Even more than the pleasure I got, it was seeing the pleasure that David got from seeing me pleased that convinced me that it was okay.”
“And how often would this occur, your husband providing men to have sex with you while he watched?” Mr. Jordan asked.
“Two or three times a week,” Susan replied.
“And how long did this continue?” Mr. Jordan asked.
“For more than 30 years, until he was killed,” Susan replied.
“For more than 30 years you allowed strange men to have their way with you while your husband watched?” Mr. Jordan asked.
“Yes,” Susan replied, looking directly at Quinn. “Our relationship and our love grew exponentially. David lost his fear of losing me and I embraced the incredible sex without guilt.”
“And was it always just a single lover that your husband would provide you each time?” Mr. Jordan asked.
“No,” Susan replied. “As often as not, there would be more than one man, sometimes as many as five or six.”
“And they would all have you?” Mr. Jordan asked.
“Yes,” Susan replied.
“And how did your husband react to seeing multiple men having you one after the other?” Mr. Jordan asked.
“He loved it,” Susan replied, smiling. “It would excite him greatly. He would always eat me afterwards, after each man, then he would have me himself.”
“And how did you feel about that?” Mr. Jordan asked. “Did it not bother you to be treated as a whore?”
“I never felt as though that was how I was being treated,” Susan replied. “I was having the greatest sex I could imagine and my husband loved me, wouldn’t keep his tongue out of my pussy. I never felt anything but appreciated, by the men fucking me and by my husband.”
“And were all of these men black?” Mr. Jordan asked.
“They were,” Susan replied. “David explained it to me, that he didn’t want to chance running into any of my lovers socially. Since we never socialized with black people, it made a kind of sense.”
“So, while your son was growing up, you were having sex in your home with, what, thousands of black men while your husband watched?” Mr. Jordan asked.
“That’s probably correct,” Susan replied.
“Did you not worry that your son would find out, how he might react?” Mr. Jordan asked.
“We took precautions to protect our privacy,” Susan replied. “My son never wanted for love, from either of us. Even when we realized that he was probably gay, we loved him, wanted only the best for him. He didn’t know about our personal lives until he hacked the server. My husband had a very high-tech recording system installed in our bedroom. It is these recordings that Quinn found when he had our server hacked.”
“Then aren’t you guilty of the very same moral turpitude that you are accusing your son of in order to wrest his inheritance away from him?” Mr. Jordan asked.
“Hardly,” Susan replied drolly. “What my husband and I were doing were the actions of fully consenting and informed adults. There was nothing tawdry about it, other than the unconventionality.”
“And you never considered the effect this would have on your son if he were to find out?” Mr. Jordan asked.
“We never discussed such a scenario,” Susan replied. “We didn’t feel as though it were an issue until the server was hacked. Even then, we didn’t realize the degree to which Quinn had become warped, so sick psychologically. Had we known…”
“You call me sick, you fucking whore?” Quinn screamed.
“Mr. Quinn, you will behave yourself,” Judge Crenshaw admonished. “I warn you for the last time. Control your client, Mr. Jordan.”
“I’m trying, Your Honor,” Mr. Jordan replied, clearly frustrated. “Mrs. Kumms, do you feel any guilt because of your behavior, your sexual behavior, with respect to how it has affected your son?”