To bad for me I said, looks like you are getting all the pussy tonight. He killed his beer and said is this for real. I took his empty and as I walked...towards the kitchen I said oh it's real. I took a little extra long time to get the beer to give them a chance to get started. When I can back in the den Tim was setting on the couch and Andrea was on her knees between his out stretched legs. She had her hand wrapped around his cock. She said to me look at this . I looked and saw her fingers. That Dolly was no stranger to a man's pride and joy was evident from the manner in which she welded my bat at this moment. As I said, she spied a drop of moisture oozing from my cockhead and dipped her head down just a little so that her red tresses fell over my manhood. Then, turning her head slowly from side to side, she dragged her hair back and forth across my prick. This "hair bob" felt as if she were caressing my prick with a feather. It didn't take long for my prick to be buoyantly. My mother went on, "Well I want something with some excitement in it! I've been watching these sappy shows lately and I could do with a change. Something that really grabs me and makes me feel alive!" It was at that point that I felt my mother's hand move up my leg to my thigh and a few inches more. "mhmm..." I said as my mind checked out in the midst of hand to dick proximity. She gently squeezed my thigh and to my surprise moved her hand snugly under my scrotum and gave me a squeeze. Looking. And caught herself. The fact that He wasn’t here now only increased the probability that he would be, any second now. Everything had to be perfect this time, she reminded herself. If she displeased Him again... Back straight, hands locked behind the head, mouth open! She waited. Seconds passed. Then minutes. Her jaw began to ache slightly. She flexed it a few times, but it didn’t help. She started to let it relax, to close...then forced herself to open it again and held it.