She told me she was a Santa helper as well, so Santa picks up cocktail waitresses and hookers who knew. She gave my outfit the once over and commented... on the tights.Now I'll admit that this is one of those times when you are not sure if you said the next line or only thought it but I let her know her daughters comment about not being able to sleep with a man who wore tights. There was a long silent pause as we looked at each other until she said she didn't have a problem with that.She told me. Michael is sucking, and swirling his tongue on Bruce's cock and slowly bobbing his head back and forth. I am twisting my erect nipples and rubbing my soaking pussy. I want so badly to watch Bruce fill my husband's mouth with his seed. Our bedroom is filled with wet sounds of sucking, slurping as men moaning as my husband sucks his first cock. After watching Michael suck cock for 15 minutes, Bruce is ready to explode. "Are you ready, cocksucker? I'm gonna cum in your mouth!" Bruce announces.. It had seemed like minutes to me. To avoid suspicion I left home unnoticed and made my way back to the airport. Over the next weeks I was lost in the thought of that faithful night and masturbated with those images of my mom in mind. But reality had dawned upon me. I understood that they had their sexual needs and as husband and wife it is perfectly natural for them to satisfy each others sexual needs. I reiterated to myself that any possibility of me enjoying my mom were improbable and. Huh, huh, that’s my g-spot. Oh god, It will, huh, make me cum, mmmm huh, and intensify my orgasms, oooh, three fold if you use it in, uhmnn, tandem with my clitoris. On second thought, God, keep your fingers moving, ooh, and start licking me. NOW!” H removes her finger and collapses onto her back. I nervously lower my mouth to her quivering hips. I can see the clit peaking out of her fleshy vagina, so I know where to go. When my lips close on the surrounding flesh, I hear H gasp in pleasure. I.