“Damn, mom, you're good at this,” I groaned. “Dad must have enjoyed your mouth whenever he could.”She winked at me.I grinned back at her.“Sh...lly!” gasped Lisa. “Oh, Shelly, I'm going to cum. Your tongue and your fingers in my pussy... That's so good.”“Finger her twat,” I groaned. “Damn, this is hot.”“Uh-huh,” Shelly moaned. “Hot little ass and juicy cunt.”Lisa squealed, her head tossing and pigtails flying. I smiled, enjoying the sight as Mom brought my cock closer and closer to cumming with. A nice looking middle aged woman with platinum grey hair walked out. ‘Well hello,’ she said in a strong Southern accent. You must be Ted and Tammi.’ ‘Yes,’ Tammi announced as she walked around Ted and up onto the porch. ‘This place looks lovely.’ ‘We promise the most enjoyable weekend anywhere. My name is Betty Lou.’ She squeezed Tammi’s hand and waited for Ted to give him a big hug. ‘My husband Bob is cleaning out the hot tub,’ Betty grinned. ‘It’s been a few weeks since we’ve had guests.’. He was carrying a bottle of wine. My wife made her Chicken Cordon Bleu and everything was ready. She has taken a long bath earlier and after the dinner was all prepared, the table set and everything ready and just warming, she disappeared into the bedroom to change.When she came out both Bob and I were speechless. She was wearing an outfit I’d never seen before. Her blouse was molded to her body, displaying the shapely curve of her breasts. The bra, slightly visible underneath accentuated her. All clear. He smiled and furtively fished his cock out, greeting the head with a moist thumb, teasing the slit, running it down the shaft before gripping it hard, pulling it free from the constricting denim to stand proud. Public masturbation had never occurred to him yet he acted on impulse, giving himself time to enjoy the sensations building in his balls. His imagination conjured scene after scene of erotic images in a sexy slideshow; the nubile little bitch who lived two doors down, on her.