As such, I made my way to our bedroom with Mom still waiting anxiously in her own room.I noticed Sheila sleeping with her back facing upwards. She was...in her night shorts with a spaghetti string blouse, with no underwear beneath. Slowly I approached the bed and sat beside her. I proceeded to pull down her pants, she sighed slowly, being disturbed in her deep sleep. I continued to fully open her shorts and by then I noticed that her eyes are gazing down lovingly at me.“Someone is being naughty. His hair was heavily disheveled, and his white t-shirt strained against his upper body. My eyes traveled downwards, drinking him all in, and when they met his eyes my desire burned uncontrollably. I was ravenous. I almost jumped him right then and there, when a familiar face popped through the door frame. Anthony’s face lit up into a cheeky smile, and I gulped. He had a dark bruise that was yellowing on his left cheekbone. “Ella! You’re awake. Max was going sick, but I told him the tranquilizer. Don't be shy, Henry. Please."Henry stared at his mother for several seconds, then shrugged and took off the towel. Margaret shuddered as she immediately felt her pussy growing very wet and hot. Her son's cock was already half stiff, and it was extremely large. Despite his slight, boyish build, he was every bit as incredibly well-hung as Walter."Oh, Henry. You've really got a big one."Margaret slid off the bed, kneeling in front of her naked son. She spread his knees to inspect his cock more. Jake took the first two out and told her one was a blow job, after twenty minutes he fetched another two and so it carried on until the last punter. They started at eight pm and finished at two am she was a mess her stomach was full and she was leaking from both holes, during the night every time she wanted to pee she had to get out and do it on the ground. When they got home Jake helped her inside and put a towel down for her she was shattered. They made some coffee and sat down to discuss the.