I quickly swallowed and took his softening prick back into my mouth, nursing it as it shrank. The stud in my ass kept pounding away at my shit hole. ...y tight anal ring gripped him as he slid in and out of my poop shoot. It felt great. Off to the side I could see two more guys standing there naked, slowly stroking their erections as they waited for a turn at me. One was another white guy that I did not know and the other was Jamul, the black guy that I met in the mall and the one that had. I rocked my body onto his hand, fucking it gently, as my mind entered a hazy fog.Cooing softly, I felt him withdraw his fingers. "... more..." I whispered. I felt him moving through my folds, and when he found my clit, a spark shot up my spine."... awww, yeah..." I whimpered softly.Then I felt him enter me once more and soon I was rocking back against him."... god, that feels so good..." I whispered hoarsely.That's when I noticed something very different. Something had changed. I could feel. Her head snapped around and her eyes widened when she 'saw' me. She stood up facing me.I was my mother's height at the time, maybe five-foot six. She had been chunky before my stepfather got kicked out; spending most of her free time with Rachel trimmed her down. Her black hair had a slight waviness and fell past her shoulders. My mother's body was defined by her curves. The mathematics of her curve matched Rachel's, in a four-inch shorter frame. The new exercise regimen gave her D-cup breasts. Goodnight John dear and thank you for calling. I was so embarrassed but you fixed that. I owe you one."When she hung up I waited then closed the garage door loudly and walked to my wife and kissed the back of her neck as I cupped her full firm tits. She shivered and backed her ass into my hard cock. I pressed into her and asked, "Did I hear the phone?"She laughed, "John, for me, still wants me to do the shoots, he was real sweet about it."I picked her up and carried her to bed. She was ready to.