He had crossed some of his personal boundaries; he had killed a man. He had, perhaps, stolen a car. He needed to figure out how to solve that problem,...too. He had swore to protect the woman he had fallen in love with; he needed to figure out a way to do that, as well. Now he was back home with the woman he called mom. He was going to hold on tightly to that gift; for the moment it was all he had left of his encounter with Sharon.He was wearing pajamas, white with blue stripes, he had always. He shoved her head down into the bed, forcing her ass into the air. Then taking the discarded dildo, still on the side of the bed, shoved the length of it back into her. "Owww...shit," she moaned, muffled by the bed. Then sitting up and glaring over her shoulder she added "hardest thing I've had in me all night, bitch." She knew she was going to have to pay for what she just said. Replacing the now lubed dildo with his cock, he lined up the head of the toy with her ass. Her eyes widened in fear. All three of us huddled in the cold night, his fingers were ploughing in behind my pubic bone, his pinkie, I think, was wriggling inside my arse, and I was clenching it and relaxing, just to let him feel how powerful a girl's sphincter can be, while I pressed my clitoris into Stella's ample thigh.His anal prodding gave me an idea, and with both my hands I groped both their bums and worked a finger up both. Stella's ass was soft and warm, and I could feel the strangers cock moving inside hers,. It grew slowly. So did I.I was fully hard when Amy appeared and said, “I’m ready. We can go now.”When I stood up she giggled but her mother just smiled sweetly knowing every well what she had done to me.We sat in the back of the car as she drove us to the theater complex. There were twenty-four theaters there and three were playing the movie that she wanted to see at various times. A forth theater was showing it in 3D. That was the one that we were there to see.We put on the special glasses,.