„Klar… ein glücklicher Kunde empfiehlt einen ja auch weiter.“, sagte ich dann jedoch grinsend und sie nickte. „Dann mach es dir mal auf der C...ouch gemütlich. Möchtest du einen Kaffee? Der wärmt dich ein Bisschen auf.“ Am Kinn kratzend nickte ich dann und gab dann zu verstehen, dass ich ihn schwarz trinke. Ich setze mich also hin und legte meine Jacke neben mir auf der Couch ab. Kurz darauf kam sie auch schon mit zwei Tassen in der Hand wieder und stellte mir eine davon hin, wofür ich mich. Little does either realize what is in store.It is in the wee small hours of the morning, when both are fast asleep, that it begins. Deep in REM sleep, that dead space during slumber when dreams come to call, when suddenly music is heard. Just the melody at first, then after a bit, words of the song can be made out. Suddenly, the words to the first stanza of the song, Dream Weaver, could be heard coming as though from a far distance.Years ago, when the song first came out, what was it? 1975? . But after gathering some courage I decided to peek inside the bathroom.What I saw changed my perspective towards my mom. I saw my mom was sitting on the floor with her legs wide spread and rubbing her brown pussy fastly. And then me and my friend we both saw white cum flowing out of her pussy. We couldn’t resist it and get back to my dining room.After few minutes we heard my mom coming out of the bathroom and went inside to change the clothes. My mom generally doesn’t lock the door while. "I want it now."I feel his big hands against my shoulder blades, then moving down my spine.He could be giving me a beautiful back-rub if only he didn't move soquickly to my buttocks. He kneads them firmly, rolling and pressing myflesh in his fingers. His thumbs take turns to stroke over my arsehole andI feel a warm tingle of anticipation. Under his touch all the tensionleaves my body. I can feel my sphincter relax its hold, as if conditionedto open for him. I hear him spit on me, but he.