“Never?”“Never.”“Would you like to?”“Absolutely.”She laughed. “Alright then.”I shut my door and followed her. In the tiniest short...s she’d worn yet, her plump ass strained the seams, peeking from the bottom. I discreetly adjusted myself in my pants, salivating at the sight of her skin, the shape of her. I pondered the motive of her constantly revealing attire. She was nearly naked the first time we met, but each night after, she could have chosen less exposing threads.“Scarlett?”“Yes?” she. "Ok. Stay here and let me go pick some outfits". She waited half-naked in the changing booth. I came back in a few minutes. I had a pair of pants, a shirt, and a dress for her to try on. I also picked out a revealing top for me. "Here, try the pants and shirt on first" I instructed her. As she was getting dressed, I removed my top. "What are you doing?" she gasped. "I want to try this shirt on. I think Ben will really like it. This isn't a shirt you wear a bra with" I replied. "You whore!" she. “Would you like that, honey? Would you like seeing your dad standing helplessly by the side as you thrust your cock deep in mommy’s pussy?!” I teased. “Not particularly. But, I have a feeling you would mom” he chuckled. “So wanna try?” I smirked, only half joking. I don’t deny that a huge part of me wanted to rip my shorts off, push my son firmly back on the couch and ride him reverse cowgirl, screaming at the top of my lungs. In fact, it wasn’t the fact that my husband was home that stopped. She pushed back, eager for me to give her more. Amanda was moaning louder as well and when I looked over Sam's shoulder, I could see she had worked her fingers in between Amanda's shorts and was fingering her pussy, while sucking her nipples hard. Amanda kept looking at me and at one point she told me she wanted to suck my cock. Sam pulled away from Amanda and pulled me to them. Sam sat me on the rock next to Amanda and kissed me, then put her fingers in my mouth as she leaned over and kissed.