Mother's were an artist's master-work. Her belly was just big enough to be soft, without waves. Her hips, wide and womanly, and her toned legs, I reme...ber their grip the previous night. She had used them together to suck me into her wanting loins.Something was wrong. My cock, it wasn't getting hard. I was surrounded by the inviting glow of my nautilly clad mother. The air sustained the subtle perfume of her sex, and I hadn't had sex in 24 hours. My mind swirled with ardor, but my dick lie in my. The basic idea for the finish was to flip me over on my back and have one guy pin me down at the ankles and the other to pin me down at the shoulders and then Joe would cum on my tits, tummy, and in my pubic hair. After about 30 minutes of carefully orchestrated fucking and the other two guys living up to their end of the bargain, Joe finally blew a big load of cum everywhere.I laid back on the bed with my legs spread and continued to play with my pussy even lifting my leg to put my finger in. In a little while I had unbuttoned them, and, oh, Carry, would you imagine it, I found he had the cock of a man. I could scarcely believe my eyes. He is not quite fifteen, and yet he is almost as large as Fred. Here was a godsend, indeed! I drew up my petticoats, and the gallant little fellow instantly fell on his knees, kissed and sucked my cunt. To reward him, I placed him on his back on the couch, and got on the top of him. I took his pego into my mouth, and pressed my cunt against his face,. Getting closer and closer to each other. We spent the night dancing. By the last song, my hand was around her waist and we were barely a millimeter apart from each other.And we realized how uncomfortable we were making the other guests. The middle-aged couples trying to ignore our existence or shielding their c***dren’s eyes from us. But it didn’t faze us. We went back to the bar for one last drink, our conversation turns to love and relationships.I couldn’t keep my eyes off her and nor could I.