“Damn.” I whisper.I can hear the TV on down stairs blaring some cop show or action movie. Hoping my intruder is sleeping I begin to work on the k...ot around my wrist. After several minutes of struggling I manage to loosen it enough to slip out of. Throwing on my jeans and a t-shirt, I carefully head down the stairs. The stairs creak a bit under my weight but I don’t hear anyone moving so I keep going. At the bottom of the stairs I stoop to try and find my phone in my bag. No luck. As I try. "Like that?"Benny just nodded."Ok, now its my honey's turn. He likes me last to himself."She put both hands against the door and I pushed her minishirt further up.While Benny watched, stroking his wet dick, I slid my cock full to the end into her hot pussy. She was just gushing cum, and her cunt was so delightfully spread, even wider than usual. this the way I loved to fuck her, already full, wet, and ready. I came quicker and louder than usual, pounding and slapping Benny's huge cum load up. Sex and my mother were an alien concept to me. I had never observed my mom exhibiting any sexuality at all. She was very attractive and sexually appealing to other males, but I certainly did not see her in that way. She was relatively young, in good shape and had a great figure. She had 36D tits, a small waist, beautiful long legs, long wavy brunette hair, brilliantly bright green eyes and a stunningly beautiful face. She always turned heads wherever she went. Of course, I was aware of her. Lately though, as her body has filled out (her breasts, hips, ass, etc.) she has been wearing more short shorts in the summer and tight jeans and yoga pants when it's colder. She has also been wearing tighter tops that show of her nice sized breasts.Anyways, when we would hang out, it would usually be cuddled up together on a couch in one of our basements, and we would talk about teachers at school, kids we didn't like, and other things like that. Occassionally we would kiss or hug, but mostly.