She smiled and excused herself and I went and cleaned up thinking she going to tell her daughter. I went and knocked on her bedroom door and I went in... and told her I was sorry and I hoped she wouldn't say anything about It to anyone. She smiled and said don't worry about it we all have desires and I liked watching you do it. I was floored and asked if that was really true. She said she always liked watching guys jacking off and to not worry about it. Now I was really turned on and started to. I kept saw her moan in pain as the guy pumped her like a maniac. His sweat was dripping in my mom's back. As he was reaching the climax he started slapping her ass really hard - I could see his hand printed in her white ass - as she cried louder. By this time I just came in my shorts without even touch my dick - I mean a really long intense orgasm. I laid on my knees trying to regain breathing. Five minutes after he came too. Must have been a big load because he moaned for a long time. He. .. oh that's it. Yes, yes fuck it, fuck it!"I was imploring them by this stage, my wet hole an oozing cavern by this point. I was spread, splayed and now rammed with four fingers.Four fingers belonging to my own sons best friends.I had seen these lads grow up from the ages of 8, had attended birthday parties, Christmas events, even visited Connor when he was in hospital once.I had shared drinks with their parents and grandparents.Now I was standing, leaning against a wall like a cheap hooker,. The kids also had costumes, although theirs weren't nearly as elaborate or expensive; they'd outgrow them before next year's trip anyway."I love you," she whispered and squeezed my hand.I leaned over and gave her a kiss. We had the cabin to ourselves, the crew was inside the cockpit and we didn't need an attendant. We would pick up our friends and then be on our way for the cross-country trip to San Diego.Her hands had just started to shake a little bit every now and then from the Huntington's.