I wanted to be filled up by him and feel his manhood owning me from the inside out. I wanted to gaze into his eyes as we gave ourselves up to our wick...d desires.As if he could read my mind, Jim lubed up his index finger and started to insert it up my ass. I was embarrassed that I squealed like a girl but he could tell how much I wanted it. He spit on his fingers and managed to insert two this time. I got on all fours in front of him so he could reach over and prepare me while I worked on making. It covered his open mouth while he forced his tongue deep inside the musky folds of her cunt. “Darling, darling, my darling son!” as she placed her hands behind his head and snuggled him between her warm thighs. He continued mouthing her cunt, driving his tongue deep into her and sucking out her flowing juices, licking the hairy mound downward then forcing the tip of his tongue deep into the tight ring of her asshole. Sliding up, he moved in on her clitoris and started flicking his tongue on. Years ago it was “don’t trust anyone over thirty”, but these day it was “you better start thinking about social security if you are over forty”.I knew my mom had just celebrated her seventieth birthday and she had always been proud of the fact that she hadn’t changed her lifestyle all throughout her life. That seemed to be a common denominator with older folks these days. They all wanted to pretend things hadn’t changed and that they could do the same things they did when they were still in. I was having enough experience with dirty magazines to be able to appreciate a well-rounded ass and hips and a full chest which she sported. Most ladies still wore dresses to social functions in those days and she had on a peach-colored sundress that allowed some cleavage and only went down to her knees.So the afternoon wore on and after rotating time with my beer stealing buddies who were now behind the barn smoking pilfered cigarettes, I meandered up to where the adults were starting to move.