In one deft move, she was sucking the man’s length into her mouth. Down, she pulled herself, her lips forming a wet and warm ring. Up, she explored,...her tongue roaming leisurely along each crevice and curve. The man’s breath grew ragged the faster she bobbed, then calmed as she took her time lavishing attention on the strength of his desire for her. Surprised at the uncharacteristic boldness, the observer smiled when the woman pulled the vulnerable sack that hung beneath his dick into her. I felt my own orgasm approaching.Just then, Monique came on my cock. Her pussy clenched my cock over and over.I couldn't stop myself from coming. My balls pumped out the biggest load of their existence.She had teased me to death with her mouth.Then the sucking of Jill excited me even more.When I was finally empty, Monique looked at me."Do you have anything to ask me?"I knew what she wanted."Can I suck your pussy now?" I never thought you'd ask," she replied with a grin.She lifted herself off my. And, in her sleep, Marylin was rubbing her left hand up and down his leg.He wondered if he could get up without waking her. He didn't think he could, so he just sat there. He began hoping his mother would wake up and get off him. He didn't want to think about her hand. He didn't want to think about her head nearly in his lap. And of course, the more he tried to not think about his predicament, the more he thought about it. Marylin was having the most incredible dream. It was their twentieth. I knocked at the back screen door as I always did and Mrs Jones came and opened it, as she always did, but she was dressed in her underwear. Black bra. Black panties. No clothes.She said "Sorry, Mikes not here but come in. I'm not quite ready but go to the kitchen and grab yourself a drink." She went back to the bedroom...Now, I was 18. I was a normal teenager fantasizing about teenage girls, and I had never looked at Mrs Jones twice. She was just a friend's mother, but she had never appeared.