Sheila could feel her son's tongue moving against the sensitive lips of her tasty twat, could feel the boy's hot breath against her love-mound.It was ...as if her son were with her in the shower as she played with the lips of her cunt, bringing herself closer and closer to a mind- bending flash of liquid fulfillment. She imagined her son's hands on her naked tits as he reached up from his kneeling position and felt her tits, felt the very tits that had nourished him.Sheila imagined her son licking. Then walked over and kissed the man you were sucking off. When she broke the kiss, she looked down at you. "You look good with a cock in your mouth, if that video we made last Christmas goes on the web, so do these..." you whimpered, you'd already posted it to your favorite porn site...months ago.With that Sandra gave Tina a hug, and walked out. And the cock in your mouth tensed, then exploded. Your eyes went wide at the sudden flavor of another mans cum. Your cheeks ballooned as he emptied his. It was always missionary and mom never took her nylons and heels off. She would lock her ankles around dad's back and he would caress her legs all the while he pumped his beautiful cock in her. Her moans and orgasms were real. The sight of dad's cum oozing from mom was such a wonderful sight. I wanted to be where she was. I wanted to be her. I wanted her man. I wanted dad.Mom had gone to visit her parents who lived several states away. Dad had never hinted of wanting a sexual relationship with. Her face was once again shrouded by the shadows with the moonlight at her back, but she didn’t speak. She remained quiet, understanding that her identity was still safe from him. She watched as he lowered his hand and pulled a knee up to rest it on, unbothered by his nudity. He was clearly more interested in finding out who she was. ‘Come back. Lay down so we can talk,’ he suggested. He surmised that since most girls loved to talk and cuddle after sex, he could tempt her to stay long enough.