The next morning my son said,"how did you like fucking my mom?" "She has a great cunt doesn't she?" He looked down and nodded. "I knew you would like ...er pussy." "Now let me see you cock." "I also love a nice young cock." The boy dropped his boxers. The son picked the cock up in his and and started to rub it. "Sit on the table and spread your legs for me." As the boy sat up on the table, the son told him,"I love to suck a cock and yours is a nice big size. You will fuck mom at night and I will. Her eyes slid closed, breathy moans escaping her parted lips, her head lolling to one side as his cock speared her with hard, body-slapping thrusts that made them bounce on the bed.She sensed something different. Brad was fucking her, but not the Brad she remembered. But that was a foolish notion. There was only one Brad. She was focusing too much on the details instead of the big picture.Gina's breath came as tiny explosions timed to Brad's ever more frantic thrusts. It was different. He had. ***Vicki brought the suitcase in and sat it on the bed. Her clothes hung in the walk-in closet and all she had left to unpack was her suitcase. The large dressers had plenty of drawers and easily held their things. She opened her suitcase and took out her red satin gown with the thin straps. It was getting old and worn. She did not want to part with her wedding night reminder. With a deep sigh, she folded it up and opened the bottom drawer of the makeup vanity. She was surprised to see. My wife was always extremely understanding and played it off that she was ok with it. I begain telling her about how I would like to have sex with her after she had been made love to. She was a good wife and continued to play that off as it was only my hard cock talking. It was always hard from me to bring up the subject. Usually after a few drinks and maybe a Doobie she would be relaxed enough to talk to me about her fucking another guy. One night after a hour of discussion on the subject I.