She turned towards me and stared with blank eyes. I shook her again, but her expression didn't change."It's Bobby. Why won't you talk to me?"No answer...I plopped onto my butt and stared at her. She didn't move. I noticed the zipper on her shorts was lowered halfway and remembered my father had re-dressed her the previous night. When I pinched the shiny tab to raise it, Mom finally showed signs of life. She covered my hand with hers and pressed it against her crotch. I yanked my hand away. Mom's. I was intoxicated by the scent of her freshly washed hair. I was further aroused by her soft, curvaceous body pressing against me. My right arm held her close, while my left hand began to softly stroke her hair. I closed my eyes and slowly inhaled the scent of her hair. After a few minutes, I felt Tabitha rubbing my chest. The next thing I knew, her hand was tugging at my waistband and she took a hold of my rapidly hardening cock. Slowly, she started to stroke me as I got harder than I had. She had learned her lesson well.Suddenly she heard voices in the hallway. One was her husband Rick. And it sounded like he had broughtsome of his friends that he met from some web page that catered to guys who want to see their wives withother men...black guys even.Several months ago she returned to Rick when he agreed not to divorce her. This was her second marriageand if he left, she would be financially devastated. Her 16-year-old son from the first brief marriage toDave , would be. Lisa's face was getting pretty covered and there was quite a bit of cum in the bowl.Once everyone had cum, they stood around admiring their work. Then one of the men told me to lick her face clean. I had to tell them that Lisa and I had already agreed, she didn't want me to lick and I didn't want to lick, but I hope they's like what I did do. I used one of my finger on each hand to scoop the cum and push it down her face into the bowl. When I had as much as I could get, I licked my fingers.