I didn’t want Tom to cum in my pussy yet, I still wanted him in my mouth, covered with my juices. I turned and told Tom it was my turn. I asked him ...to sit on the picnic table. I sat on the bench in front of him. Cupping his balls in my hand I brought his cock to my mouth. Running my tongue around the head I got a taste of my sweet wet pussy. I ran my tongue around the sulcus, that lip on the helmet that had caught and stored some of my tasty wetness. I began gently closing and opening my mouth,. Tim could not help but think that at 48 his mom Jan had a ass that would compete against his 24 year old sister's Tiffany's which caused him to stroke even faster he knew he was getting close to cumming and tried to be quite about it. He was so lost in his thoughts about fucking his mom that he did not even realize that he moaned out “Oh god mom” as he shot his load on the wall. Jan knew her son had been watching her and even talked to her husband Chaz about it but he blew it off as “all. When we got there he picked me up and carried me over the threshold, it was all so romantic, he took me up to our room and put me on the bed, and waked out of the room. In a moment later in came two women who didnt speak English, they started to undress me and I realized what they had been sent to do, I allowed them to undress me and they opened a huge box that had my white lace nightgown that my mother had bought me for my bridal shower and I slipped it on, it hugged every inch of my firm body. I expected to see indignation or anger but instead they were just even. She didn't say anything and I didn't dare, so we sat looking at each other for a moment. Out in the hall the grandfather clock chimed once, announcing it was 7:30-—still an hour before most people would even be in. When she didn't move, I took that as some kind of cue. I walked to the door, shutting and locking it, before coming over to stand over her in the chair. She looked up with curiosity and then broke into a smile. .