I need time to prepare for this."Without another word, she stood up and walked to her bedroom. My mind was swirling with emotions: Was she serious? Wa...s this actually about to happen? Were we going to make love?*** DO WHATEVER YOU WANT ***Time had never passed slower. It was almost torturous. When the 10 minutes past, I headed up the stairs to see mom's bedroom door halfway open. I gently pushed the door open and she stood up when she saw me.Her hair was down and it was neatly combed. She wore a. He did as I said: harder, faster, slower, then harder and harder, I could not afford him to stop now. I was coming like never before. His dick was dripping my cum. And then that very moment, I heard him groan. He could only mumble, "Oh, oh, oh" as he went harder. There is nothing more arousing that the sound of an older man groaning. The power I wielded over this otherwise cold man was pushing me closer to another orgasm. I wanted to come again. His hands were on my clit and his dick kept on. We stopped in at a sports bar close to his house to have a drink, watch a little sports, and check out any ladies that might be there. The women in the place were ok; we were having more fun reminiscing about the old times when we were k**s. And then something caught my eye. My fucking stepmom Pammy walked in with another woman. Pammy was looking real good, she looked tanner than I remember, and was wearing a sleeveless tight black top, nice pair of jeans, and some black high heels. Her friend. Rick was hardly in any position to complain – he was more than happy with the view of Kim’s dripping wet vadge he was afforded, staring fixedly at her snatch nestled snugly between her thighs. Rick reached out, after a short while of voyeuristic observation, to slide a couple of the fingers from his right hand slowly up and down Kimberley’s right thigh, marvelling at the feel of her smooth, naturally-bronzed skin. Soon enough, she had slid back down towards Rick on the bed, looking back over.