My wife continued to watch, or pretend to watch, her film as I did so. I continued to rub her swollen clit watching her face for the signs of pleasure... Stopping only on the one or two occasions an air hostess walked by. I could see her starting to enjoy it more, closing her eyes and pushing back into the seat. I could tell she was getting close, and doing well not to make any noise. She normally makes quite a lot. She tensed up grabbing the arm rests and shook several times as she orgasmed,. His uniform was dirty around his butt and crotch. He smelled stinky from this puberty thing I did not yet know about. I met him as he came upstairs watching his movements. I remember looking at his crotch wondering if I'd ever get to see his privates.As he turned to go towards his room he turned back and asked if we had anything to eat. I smiled and said that I'd made some of the soup mom taught me how to make and sandwich in the fridge. I did most of the cooking since mom, it seemed, was never. The next evening, I asked Mike, “Well son, do you still want to try it with your mom?”“You bet!” came the reply.“Then come with me.”As I led him by the hand to the bedroom, I asked him, “So how did you end up in bed with your father?”“It seems weird to tell you this, Mom. I was horny last week and in one of those moods where I wished I could try it with a guy. Dad walked in on me when I was watching a video on the web of two guys doing it.”“Once I admitted to him I liked the thought of making. But I quickly raised my skirt so that he could see my thigh highs and my plain, pink briefs.He twirled his finger, indicating that he wanted me to turn around. The moment I complied he turned away as if I didn't exist. He got to his feet and told his wife that he had a couple of hours work to do and invited her to have a little fun with me. She grinned and watched him go to his home office.She turned to me then and asked if I had recovered from yesterday.I shrugged and said, "Mostly. I'm still.