She'd been auditioning for some TV show pilots featuring mostly black casts. We made plans to hook up on Friday and I promised to introduce her to my ...dear friend Adrienne. There was a clear understanding that on Friday the three of us would be fucking.By Friday, I felt like I'd barely made it through the week. I'd spent Wednesday night at Damien's penthouse being split open between him and two friends. It had been almost a repeat of the last time there'd been three guys except the two guys who. "Yes that would be wonderful" she called back "give me 10 minutes. I want to get out of these work things".Those ten minutes seemed to drag by until she came into the kitchen. I wasn't sure what to expect, but what I got made me gasp out loud in a mixture of lust and triumph. Mom stood before me in a white blouse and a black skirt that only reached mid thigh, her legs were incased in dark tights, but best of all was that fact that the free movements and the light suggestive nipple bumps on her. Proud of my returned confidence, I stood finally and sat next to him. “Why were you all dressed up tonight?” he asked, eyeing me curiously. “A date? A party?” I sighed and leaned back. “Party. I didn’t really want to go, anyway.” I grinned and pulled my legs up, shifting until I was sitting cross-legged. A glance down had my smile widening. We could both see a lot of my body under the shirt. My hair was long enough that it soaked the area over my breasts, and the way I was sitting had the shirt. "Yes...yes...yessssssssssss" Jill screamed. She thought her orgasm had been intense just being fucked. The moment Matts' hot cream washed her walls, her entire body convulsed.The sound of gurgling and whimpers filled his ears as he unloaded every drop from his balls he could. No other woman had ever responded with the primal lust his mother was right now."Fucking hell" Matt gasped as he slid his still pulsing cock from his mother. "You, my dear mother, are the hottest fuck ever" he said.Jill.