Every other Christmas. Last year was a Virginia Christmas. We usually stay a week. My Mom is 69 and my Dad is 70. My Dad and I are about the same phys...ical size, both 5'11' and a bit over weight. My Mom is 5’ 6"; she has nice big boobs (42DD) a little over weight (about my size belly). She has slim legs, and a nice full ass. No little tight ass for me. I would put my ear to the wall and listen to my parents fucking, and jerk off picturing myself in there rather than my Dad. I loved to look up. .”“You’re mean,” Jason murmured.“When I need to be,” Carol replied softly.“All right, ladies,” she continued, “time for inspection.”Down the line, she and Jason examined them physically, handling breasts, fondling asses, checking body odor, sniffing crotches, feeling legs, checking their breaths.“We didn’t have time to clean up!” Fei Hung protested.“So?” Carol replied. “The best time to judge such things is when you haven’t had time to primp. I assume you did so before brunch ... now you’ve had. We reach the motel quickly and you get out to get us a room.You go in and get the room. You then come back out and get in the vehicle driving us over to the room. Reaching the room quickly, you stop the car and we both get out practically running towards the door. You beat me to it opening the door first and turning on the light. I walk in next sitting my wallet on the table as do you the same. We then embrace again our kisses still soft and sweet but with passion behind them.You lead me to the. She came hard, long and loud. Jill collapsed on the bed next to Carol. The two hugged, and buried their tongues down each other’s throats. I jerked off to another strong orgasm, covering the two, and some of the sheets and blankets, with whatever sperm I had left. I know I yelled. I could hear myself yell. I should have used my own shirt in my own mouth. After my body shaking jolts of pleasure had eased, I fell onto the two sticky, wet, cum and pussy juice covered women. Carol and Jill’s.