I could feel Amelia's legs against mine as she fucked Helena. This was getting very strange, but my mission was clear. Helena's pleasure was job one, ...and I would have done anything at that point to make her cum. "Oh, God," Helena gasped. "I've got you both inside me and I'm loving this!. Stephen, you have got to let Amelia do you. She is incredible! Oh, dear God, I'm cumming! Arghh, umph!" I could feel Helena's juices flow down around my cock and onto my thighs. Amelia was still pounding. As he got closer to his orgasm, he started pushing evenharder.I almost gagged every time I felt the pressure of hisdick on the back of my throat. His fists were clinchedtighter than ever in my hair. It hurt. Feeling his ballsagainst my face made me feel so low and dirty. Then itwas over. With a grunt, a sigh, and a mighty shove of hisdick as far down my throat as he could, he let go hisentire load in my mouth… one, two, three spurts. I was caught between gagging and feeling like I wanted. I stared across the table at her, seeing them clearly in my mind. The way they jiggled as she took off her panties and exposed her black bush.“You going to eat it or stare into space like a stoner moron?” Dad asked.I jumped. “Sorry. I was thinking.”“About a woman?” Mom asked.My cheeks burned. “No.” I stabbed at the stir fry, looking at it and not at her half-unbuttoned blouse.Dad cleared his plate and grunted, “That was good,” before heading back to the game. I was alone with my mother again.. Her tears came next, and she told me that she wanted to make me happy, because she knew Mom couldn’t. Her crying, combined with her position in my lap caused my cock to stir uncontrollably and I knew she must feel it against her backside.She told me that she could feel my cock hardening and asked if we could repeat the mornings treat. Before I could even respond, she put her hand under her backside and rubbed my engorged cock. I knew that this was so wrong, but her hand on my cock felt so good.