”He laughed. “That would be a tragedy; I like to think of my nuts as very memorable.”She giggled, realizing what she’d said. “Oh, no danger ...of me forgetting those nuts! I have big plans for them. Why don't you boys go put that stuff away and get out of some of those clothes so I don't feel so underdressed, I'll get a pan of cookies in the oven, and we can meet in front of the fire."Funny, she hadn’t acted at all self-conscious about being “underdressed”; in fact, she’d seemed quite comfortable. The details were (and still are) engraved in my brain; “You were wearing a yellow and white dress with a thick white belt. My heart nearly stopped when it fell from your shoulders and I saw your bra…my…you know?” I blushed as I nodded towards my crotch. “Your cock…Brian!” Thelma sniggered, “It’s called a…COCK!” “My…cock,” I whispered, “hurt and had gone…hard.” “Just like it is now?” She said as she lent forward and gave it a little squeeze. “Yes,” I giggled as she ran her hand up. So it’s a good thing I didn’t know and as it turned out…..well, that’s the subject of the story! We went on to my place right after the party and did not waste any time getting down to it. A brief period of exploration and we soon discovered the cement that kept us together thereafter. A good ‘relationship’ it is said, should not rely only on sexual compatibility. Maybe not, and maybe there were other factors that an inexperienced bachelor with one failed marriage already behind him did not. As my tongue plunged in mom started shaking again as she built up towards another cum, now she screamed, FUCK ME! Fuck my pussy, fuck my arse, fuck me anywhere, just get your hot hard cock buried deep into me and flood me with your hot thick cream." Your mouth first," I said, "then we'll go around the world until I finally fill your arsehole." Before I even finished speaking she had moved down and sucked my cock deep into her throat whilst her hands squeezed my balls and fingered my anus, she.