On arrival at Marg’s house we found the men with cocks in hand watching a blue movie on the tv. Leaving the men to their wanking Marg and I went ups...airs to get dolled up. I had a skirt and blouse on over my sexy new basque and stocking and watching Marg out of the corner of my eye I could see she was a stunner with firm tits and a good arse just the sort my husband would die for. Once ready we went down stairs, I sat between the men on the settee thinking it would give Marg the choice of who. Mom: “how can even you think about this? you want your own mom as your sex partner? How bad are u?” mom beat me and told me to get out of house. I went to my friends home. For 2 days I didn’t call mom, she also didn’t. at the 3rd day she called me on my mobile. And requested me to go back to home. She was crying that time. But i said:“I will go if you give me my birthday present. Otherwise I won’t go there.”Mom: “how can I son? I am your mom.”Me: ‘I don’t know mom. you have to give me my gift. I then stuck my finger into her pussy and slowly fingered her. She kept rubbing my cock and balls and it started getting hard again between her toes. I felt her squirming as I got close. I started going faster and then after few minutes she spasmed into an orgasm moaning, and this squeezed out more of my cum from her ass onto my mouth and chin but I kept lightly licking until she stopped. I could tell by her grin that she was satisfied. She said she wanted to try something, and pushed me back. He moved his hand slowly from her waist to her bottom. It was large and soft and it felt like clay under silk cloth in his hands. Her body stiffened and she moved closer towards him as he took his hand down the back of her leg to her knee and rubbed up and down, up and down.She then began to soften again so he rudely took his hand away from her knee and gently but assertively pulled her dress straps off her shoulders. Underneath the dress was a white-turning-to-grey bra. He pulled the dress.