" She placed the glasses in a bag, along with something in a brown envelope.I said very little on the way home. I said nothing over the evening meal e...ther. I wrote it all down in my diary, all I'd seen Mum do while prostituting herself to that twisted snooty pervert.I wanked to it for hours that night and the next.Then, at night on the third day following, on my bed I found my diary open on that page, the brown paper bag with her lipstick from that day, and a note saying, "Here's a reward for. He opened my trousers and fished my cock out too and we stood there wanking each off for about a min or so. I pulled his trousers all the way down and he sat in my chair and i dropped to my knees and licked the head of his hard cock just getting used to having the taste of cock in my mouth again. I then opened my mouth and slowly started to suck the head of his cock slowly working more and more of it into my mouth. After about a min or so i had got his cock nice and wet and had got a good pace. He knew it meant she was leaving the door open. She wanted the kids to see them.She pushed him onto the bed on his back, and straddled him. This was not a fuck, this was making love to the man she had loved since she was 16. It was long slow deep kissing. This was slow strokes rubbing the face and body. This was long slow deep stroking his cock with her pussy. This was a love performance for her kids, who were outside the bedroom, looking on. It culminated her sitting on top of him in a cowgirl. She wanted a wild night of sex with him before her husband Bill arrived in the morning on the red eye flight from California. She had never been like this before; it was shocking to think that she'd break her marriage vows this easily.But Brad's kisses had awoken something primal inside her, a sexual side she never knew she had.And she wanted more.She took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door. The party was in full swing and couples were dancing to the Fifties music, with some people.