She shoved a cloth in my mouth and taped it all up. I could barely breathe. Even though I was totally frightened by what this woman would do to me, ...y pussy had a mind of it's own, and was soaking wet, dripping and throbbing in anticipation of the punishment to come.The next thing that happened was I heard the "pop" sound of a champagne bottle being opened. I lifted my head and saw, between my raised and spread legs, the five of you sitting on the couch and chairs, one of the women pouring. Her tit's were a good size, and perfect half tear-drops. This girl should have been a fitness model, more than a pig farmer. The only thing I could say was not model like was that I could tell she was natural... I hadn't seen the bulge of untrimmed pussy in a long long time. Hell, it's almost unheard of these days. That said, I was hard as a rock watching her devour the boy's cock. Ah, to be a stupid well hung 19 year old, like William. I wonder if he could actually help get her another job.. Yes, it was a risk and a big one, but I had to maybe, just maybe crossed the line of a mum and son.I started my journey out of my room down the stairs to the sitting room. I stopped at the entrance of the sitting room. I saw my mum at the other end of the sofa with her feet up, wrapped in a shawl engrossed in her Mills & Boon novel, whilst the TV was playing a serial with Hina Khan.I walked up to my mum, stood in front of her, looked down said:Me: Mum, can we talk?Pulling away from her novel. Even though I looked away, my penis grew in my boxers and was getting erect.Amy walked up to me. Hugged me. “It’s okay. We can do this,” Amy said. She was assuring me as much as she was reassuring herself. I took her face and kissed her forehead. She held my cheeks and put her lips on mine. We kissed. I took Amy in my arms and devoured her lips.She was trying to grab my tongue. Saliva flowed freely between us. I quickly threw my t-shirt away. Amy slid her fingers in the waistband of my boxer.