She grabbed the rest of the ingredients and began cracking the eggs. She had slipped her apron on over her black boy shorts and white tank top before ...he had started, her hair falling in messy waves as she mixed everything together. She was just getting ready to make the first batch when Ian wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her against his body as he slowly kissed her neck. She smiled and let the feeling of his lips linger the sensation feeling almost electric. They had such busy. Just do it!' and his hand went over his Mom's, and then he guided her hand with his cock towards her open legs. 'Feel it against you, Mom, just rub it against you...I want you to do it, Mom!!'This was the moment of truth for D, and she half wondered how this situation had been reached. But the wonderful feeling of this hard cock in her hand, the drink in her head, and her own excitement and wetness at her son's dominance, gave her the courage that was needed.Because Mark stood a few inches. And jail time... I don't want to even think about that one. Shit, nothing's easy anymore in our Modern World. Then my better half starts bitching about being woken up, as if it's an activity I thrive on. That's right, just keep calling her the better half and eventually you'll remember it's the truth, right? I sure hope so; we haven't even had a good fuck in a month or two. Well, sex is always good, but no great, mind-blowing sex. (Hell, even my thoughts sound like I'm a Cosmo editor.). I thought maybe, it was just my nerves, I kept telling myself. She put her key into the door, and slowly opened it. I inched my way into the room. Once in, I could not believe my eyes. Every table in the room had someone on it, being fucked, sucked, or licked, and some all of the above. The room smelled of sweat and sex and moans could be heard from every direction. My face felt flush, and I could not believe my eyes. Over in the corner, was the principal, getting his cock sucked by a petite.