The zipper was in the front, and sometimes it would open enough so I could see Mom’s hand moving under her white cotton underwear.The following week... on Tuesday night, Mom did something a little different. She was wearing slack and unzipped them as usual but pushed them and her underwear halfway down her thighs. We had a stag film running, but I’ll be damned if I remember what it was, I had a raging hard-on pushing the front of my pajamas out. There was no way my mother could mistake the. Then, I moved my hand slowly over her hand and told her that she probably did not know how beautiful she was. She was blushing and was very embarassed. I told her not to worry as no one was home. Saying this I planted a small kiss on her lips and she said no no this is not right and got up. I caught her hand and just pulled her slightly towards me and this time to my surprise she did not resist at all and we started kissing profusely. Then, I slowly moved my hand over her breasts. Trust me, her. Every time she told herself to let go, she brinked the edge but couldn’t bring herself to cross the line. That clever bastard, he knew that she could squirt, he’d tasted her sneaky leak earlier, with his thumb up her wet cunt and his two fingers up her arse he rammed her hard, pressing his tongue down hard on her clit, so hard and throbbing it was on the edge of going numb, he worked it, he’d been taught and taught well. Flat movements side to side with just the right pressure, her whole body. All three guys came with me.Once in the room someone unhooked my bra from behind and ran his hands over my body, caressing my boobs and poking his dick into my back. As he did this, another guy pulled down my panties and began to finger me and luck my clit whilst the third kissed me passionately, it was his cock that I grabbed, struggling to wrap my fingers around the immense girth of it.The bedroom door was still open and I could hear Clare moaning loudly from the kitchen sofa, even that.