It was entrancing. Looking back at him I said, “I mean, not like this. Not against my will. If you let go of me and step back, I’ll let you freely... consensually, have your way with me.”He looked at me and then removed his hands from me and stepped back and walked over to the bed and lay on his bed. I stood there for a moment and a part of me said run for the door and find a phone or something. But, the other part reminded me of what I had thought earlier about him being the safest way to find. I realize now that I'm older that my mom had to know what I was doing. She had to clean those cum stained sheets and empty the cum filled kleenex out of my waste basket but she never said a word. I wonder what she thought as she was cleaning my cum off of her bedroom door and the trail I had left on the carpet to my room.It was a couple of weeks later before I got up the nerve to even see if their door was open when I heard mom moaning as they had sex. But eventually my curiosity and what I. I journeyed further upward, now with hands inside her knees and lips caressing her inner thigh. Her short dress shifted up by itself.Then the long, luxurious minutes passed, one song, another, a third. Her breathing got faster and rougher, little moans trying to escape. If the room had been quieter everyone would have heard her. Her hands gripped the table edge. She began to sweat. The music rose higher, higher, higher, ever wilder and more beautiful and more free, and she shook, and it kept. Mommy seemed to like the idea, but wondered why Holly was staying in on a Friday night. "Wouldn't you rather be with Bobby or Natalie?" she asked. "No Mommy, I want to spend some time with you. I know you miss Daddy. So do I," she replied, picturing her father stroking his cock over her photos. With that decided, they settled in and picked a romantic comedy. First, they changed into their sleepwear and met on the couch. Holly wore a white tank and a pair of blue lace panties. Mommy was clad in.