Her bed was cleaned so that we both can sleep together. I locked the room, I held her face in my hand and kissed her. She didn’t respond to the kiss.... I broke the kiss and told her.Me: Mom, you have to enjoy it with me. That is the deal. Without the involvement of both the partner, sex won’t be good.Mom: But, Rahul, I am your mother. It is a sin. I accepted this only for you and also because of your torture.But I convinced her. She responded for the kiss, and I pressed her ass and boobs. I. Almost just pecking at it. I could lick my tip but it wasn't good enough. I rolled over and grabbed a hair band. I wrapped it three times around my balls and cock. It swelled and turned a purple color. I sat on the floor and stretched my legs apart and tried leaning over. The result was worse, I barely could lick myself. I watched the video several times and saw how he had his elbows inside his legs. I stretched and stretched, it was frustrating. But the more I pushed myself the tenser my body. What made this sequence unbelievably hot was the way that Freddie’s fellow performers moved their bodies as they did so. The rhythmic sensuality of their movements made the writhing mass on the ‘stage’ look like an orgasmic cephalopodan fuck fest.Once the two men had also finally shot their loads all over Freddie, a last lucky volunteer got to do the cleaning ritual.Once done, all four of Freddie’s fellow performers joined him and got a standing ovation from the horned up onlookers.I did stay. I draggedher in to the toilets and closed and bolted the door behindus. Again I kissed her this time with even more anger as mycock strained against the fabric of my boxer shorts andwork trousers. I stopped kissing her and stared in to herface for a sign, for any kind of look that said go ahead orstop but there was nothing just a look of contempt, or worsestill boredom. Absolutely raving mad now I shoved Vicki down on to her kneesand fumbled wildly with my own flies yanking down my trousersand.