I took out my key to the room and I opened it up and turned on the light, I asked her if she was comfortable being out here. She told with this dreamy... look in her eyes, “I would be comfortable anywhere as long as I’m with you Uncle Mike.”I walked over to the bed, turned her around and reached behind her to undo the zipper on the back of her summer dress. She stopped with a request, “Can I take off your clothes first?”I shrugged my shoulders and smiled as she placed her fingers on my shirt. It was the sound of my wife moaning at the top of her voice and a man grunting. Now, I’m not stupid, someone was obviously down there fucking my sweet little house-mouse wife and from the sound of it she was loving every second of it.I snuck into my basement tool room from a side door and I good a look at what was going on. There was my petite 110 pound small breasted wife lying naked on the couch. Her legs were spread wide open and were wrapped around some biker thug who was on top of her. If it wasn't obvious before, it was pretty obvious now, that he was rather inexperienced. "Careful, don't squeeze so hard!" I began to realize that I was starting to enjoy my roll as "teacher." I never had been with a guy my age, everyone else was always more experienced, and pretty much teaching me. I was pretty confident I could help the boy, and hopefully he could help me release the tension that was building between my own legs. "I bet you didn't even bother to jack off before you went to. "That was amazing!" Brody said to himself as he licked his lips and swallowed as much of her cum as he could. It was sweet and little tangy at the same time and he knew in that very moment he need more, so much more. That night Janice lay awake in bed trying to deal with the regret and guilt she was fighting as she had just used her son’s face as a fuck toy. Brody on the other hand went to bed with a glow of happiness and delight. He wanted to worship his mother, he wanted to be used solely.