Mom (lying down facing me): So sad you had to face such crisis in your holidays.Me: its fine mom. So sad and embarrassing that you have to do this!Mom...: I am your mother, I have washed your ass and cleaned you a lot. This is nothing.Me (involuntarily fucking her hand to strike my penis tip on her palm): But I am grown up now.Mom: ha ha a son is always a kid to his mother.Saying this she leaned kissed my cheek then she turned to kiss my other cheek but in confusion I moved my head and our lips. The boys at the back end had me worked over pretty good and they started to slide fingers into my now not so tight ass. It took a few minutes and a bit of lube to get eight fingers in, but I soon was bucking on those wanting more. The two sets of fingers soon became two hands and I was in a euphoric state slobbering over a cock and the hands splitting me open. It wasn't long before one thumb got pushed in and with that came the second, quickly followed by rippling of knuckles and then the. “You can’t possibly believe this bit-”“Frankly, I don’t know what to believe,” I interrupted. Jen’s mouth ovalled again. She was not used to me taking a lead against her wishes. “And I won’t know whether to believe anything until I hear what our guest has to say. I am obviously not happy with this accusation, so there had better be some kind of explanation here from both of you.”Jen sensed the change in the room, and while she didn’t relax, not really, she did de-escalate. Good.“Where are my. “HHHHHMMPP! HHHHMPH!” She screamed louder and struggled wildly when the hand started fondling and squeezing her breast. “Breathe, Clarissa. Just breathe and you’ll be out in no time.” She heard Clyde whisper in her ear. The interior of the room started to spin. Her struggles are getting weaker. Tears started flowing out of her eyes because she can do nothing about the hand squeezing her breast. “Take a nap, Clarissa, so I can continue squeezing your beautiful tits.” Clarissa did not even.