The vibrator buzzes loudly enough for me to hear it. My mom’s whole body was trembling. “I’m sorry,” she says softly. Mom leans back in her ch...ir. Her eyes are shut, but her mouth is open. She bends to the side and raises her hand to grab her nipple.Her nipple is hard, and she pinches it through the cloth. It was simply a guess before, but it has now been confirmed. She doesn’t have a bra on. Luckily, she’s too busy to notice my throbbing erection pushing against her navel.“Oh fuck,” she moans.. “A few ideas cross my mind, you could jack me off?”“Simple, safe,” I said.“Or give me a Blow Job ... it would be my first.”“Interesting, no muss, no fuss,” I said unbuttoning the top most button on my blouse.“Or, depending on your personal morals, you could let me fuck you?”“That ain’t gonna happen, Richard,” with my blouse now off. I’m standing a meter from my naked son, in only a lacy bra, with panties and a pair of sky blue slacks. Oh yeah, he had a hardon with a hand on it, just keeping it. ."Ken, darling lay back I want you to feel what having your pussy eaten is like." I say as I push him back and ease down between his legs. Just before I put my tongue in him I notice his pubic hair is trimmed close and neat and just like mine. How odd. Things really began to change fast once I started eating his pussy. It got a lot more intense and confusing. But it felt so good I just went with the flow. Ken, Part 4Kristy's fingers were driving me wild as she fingered my pussy. Damn! My pussy. Ozzy figured I just stepped out and would be home shortly. My wife on purpose just finished having a shower, noticed Ozzy's car pull up and park in our long country driveway. He came in called out, then headed for the kitchen, hot summers day he'd probably pour himself a cold one. She heard a kitchen table chair move, so knew where he was.My wife didn't dry herself, she only combed her long blonde hair, then came walking downstairs very wet and was going to pretend she didn't know Ozzy was in.