I told him I fell in love with a lesbian, fucked a lot of men, and was wild. He knows about you and I during the pandemic. He told me he was no saint,... no celibate priest. In the process, I told him that I did not want to stop having sex.”“What did he say?”“He told me he did not want to change me. I would always be free to fuck as long as I was honest about it and included him. That was where the foreplay came from. He said he would use my expressions of my sexuality as foreplay. It was like. “Who could that be?” I asked her. I heard her giggle slightly. “Your actual present from me,” she said, failing to stifle her giggles. “That cum on my sheets better be gone before I get back.” She rolled off me and I saw her put on a pink robe and leave the room. As I started to roll off the bed and lick up my cum, I heard the door open and voices. I could discern at least three people. I couldn’t make out if they were guys or girls however. As I started to lick the bed, I heard footsteps and. I feel that I may cum before even slipping inside you. With uncontrollable spasm you beg me one more time to stop, that you are close to cumming if I keep doing this. I ignore your request knowing that it deceives what you really want, to have me finger fuck you to an amazing climax. I want to taste your orgasm in my mouth and feel you rock and grind as you reached your peak, then I would press you past it and over the edge. Your hands were bound and you could not keep me from this now, I grin. Every time mom turned around we had a great side boob view.Once dinner was over and the table were cleared a small Jamaican band started playing some dance music. I held out my hand to mom and we got on the dance floor. We held each other tightly and I whispered in her ear,"What's my dirty girl thinking?"Mom nibbled on my neck and said, "Sex, Sex."When we got back to the table Kevin ask mom to dance. I nodded my approval.On the dance floor mom put her arms around Kevin's neck, her head on his.