Even I had to admit that was a beautifully hung piece of meat.From over my shoulder I could see Samantha already sucking on my wife’s left nipple. M...y wife was all eyes on me as I took another step forward, smiling at where it was all going. She slipped Samantha’s gingham dress over her as I, true to my wife’s bidding sunk to my knees and touched the first cock I ever touched. It actually had weight to it. I mean it was heavy. But before I put it in my mouth I turned my head and sank down to his. Nothing similar to that experience ever happened again. My mother's habits never changed, but mine did. As I got older I didn't want Mom catching me ogle her with my eyes. And I ultimately knew it would be wrong to do so. But this all changed more than a dozen years later.Now at 53, my mother had put on some weight over the last several years. I wouldn't at all call her fat, but she was "thick". Her hips, breasts, thighs and stomach had all gotten wider. Her hair now had streaks of gray in it. This did it for me I started pushing my hips in and unloading inside mom while she sucked on Calissa’s breasts. Calissa complained, she said that this is where we got busted, that I had never cum inside her, that she wanted me to take her like I had my mom. After I had come down from going off inside my mom it was obvious that neither of the girls were done yet. Mom stayed on the floor with her legs spread showing off her dripping slit while licking and suckling on Calissa’s tits. Calissa kept. "Keep her hole open while we paint her skin." I shoved my cock in Molly from behind and started slathering her front with hand fulls of thin plaster. The plaster painted her skin in a thin layer. Gloria reached where I couldn't. I mixed the plaster with cold water to delay it's set. This also helped make Molly's nipples perk up. As the plaster set it got warmer. I reminded Molly to freeze in place while it set. We wanted this light plaster layer to cling to her skin and capture the natural.