Everyone was having a great time and my son was in his element with all his friends and me and my wife where knocking back the drinks like a couple of...18 year olds.In fact my wife was starting to look a bit unstable on her heels and it wouldn't be long before she was feeling sick (as always when we drink).I sat talking to my sons best bud and I could see my wife getting a drink of water in the kitchen and talking to a group that where in there.I could see the boys sneaking a look at her tits. My cock felt like a swelling balloon. I was fully erect and my cock was sticking straight out. I could use it like a pointer.“Ummmmmmm ...,” was all that my mother could mutter. Her eyes were wide and she was in cased in stone in her spot.I took off my pants and as I passed my cock I could see my mother’s eyes. I was not the biggest guy in the world but it was a juice cock. I was now in only my boxers. “Scott,” my mother started with an elephant in her throat. “Ummmmm, your penis is poking out. I got up from my position without leaving her pussy and sat on my knees in a kneeling position as I grabbed her waist and pulled her toward me. I kept thrusting my hips and could hear the monotone sound of my loose balls smacking against her skin.“I can’t hold it now Julie,” I grunted.I tightly held onto her hips and thrusted the hardest I could into her body. She let out a scream and I felt my warm come oozing out into her snatch filling up every crevice. I was panting hard and could feel. I knew that as he came, it would swell and would be caught in me. I realized with disgust I was starting to enjoy it. I bared down and forced myself to not cum. The dog’s cock started to swell as he pumped harder inside of me. I started to shake with the effort of not enjoying the fucking. Samuel noticed my face and figured it out quickly. “You don’t wanna cum with the doggy, slut?” He asked condescendingly. I shook my head pitifully. “I’ll see what I can do about that,” he grinned evilly. He.