Keira giggled and wrapped her arms across her chest protecting herself. A fatal misjudgment. Bending across her body, blocking her upper half, I went ...after her shorts, unbuttoning them, the zipper yanked down, Keira screaming with laughter, her body bucking and writhing under me as she tried to dislodge me.It didn't work.As her fists hit my back, she yelled between laughing, "Stop, Seb," with no conviction. I ignored her. Those tight little jean shorts were sewn on to her, difficult to remove.. She grabbed and handed it to me."What the fuck did you think? Did you think I would't find it or the one you have in my bathroom."I was so embarrassed, my daughter caught me."How...how did you know? How long?" I have known for a long time!"Then Janay grabbed me by the hand and pulled me out of her room, down the hall to my study. She went right to where I hid the DVD's I had burned of her blow jobs and bathroom antics.She threw them at me and said, "I guess you didn't think I would fucking find. I looked at her and said, sounds like he needs a blow job. I often tell my wife that other men desire her. We are both very verbal in our sex play and share fantasies with each other. In several of these sessions I had mentioned that I'd love to watch her blow another man. In others I described how hot it would be to watch her with another man. So back to the conversation. She looked at me and said, "he's single and not seeing anyone, so that's not going to happen." I looked at her and said. Jesus Christ, baby yeah make mummy cum” I felt like a machine or an animal only led by its instincts. I forgot everything as I kept pumping my mum there on that wall in that hotel room. Tightness wrapped around my penis, screams of bare lust forced into my ears and myself sticking in the most adorable woman on earth. “You feel that wetness, honey? You really are showing your mummy what a real man is, aren’t you.” Mum whispered or better said groaned in my ear while her nails scratched my back..