She leaned back. She made her eyes hooded. She put her hand to her pussy and began swirling it around in the wet meat, lifting her hips and circling t...hem, masturbating openly.Christine moaned in the back of her throat. The cock was filling her mouth. It was throbbing and bucking, and there was a slippery, pungent oil seeping from the big eye of it, fouling her mouth after the sweet honey of Robin's pussy.She rolled her eyes to the side, watching her daughter. She felt shocked. Worse than. Her long fingers were slick with her juice, and she was breathing heavily, close to orgasm."At least as thick as your wrist," Ann relied, as she reached inside her panties and found her own erect clit, and rubbed it between her fingers, shuddering at the sexual pleasure of it.That comment took Jen over the edge, and she brought herself to orgasm mashing her fat clit between her fingers, and shoving two of her long fingers in her cunt hole. She moaned loudly as she came, grunting "Fuck me harder. I felt more comfortable with Ken and Tony, so I agreed with Pat.We climbed into our respective cars, and they followed us home.At first, there was a hint of awkwardness, but after the first beer, we relaxed around each other. The boys didn't try anything with Pat, so I thought I should start them off.I stood Pat in front of the boy's, and I stood behind her. I unfastened her jeans and pushed them to her ankles and over her feet.My hand slid into Pat's panties, "I think she may be wetter now. I’ve got nothing to give you in return.”“What am I doing at the moment?”“You’re ... you’re having your dinner.”“Who shopped for it, who cooked it? Who’s a superb cook?”“Well...” she stopped and a reluctant smile crept in.“Who brought me tea in bed yesterday, and who had tea ready for me when I got in from my run this morning?”“OK,” she said, “but that’s not much.”“It’s enough.”She was not convinced, but let the matter drop.We cleared the table, and she shooed me out of the kitchen while she did.