Matt knelt by my moms’ head, slowly stroking his cock as he watched mother and son engaged in a deep, dark incestuous act. My mom reached up and gr...bbed Matt’s cock. Matt let go of his cock as my mom began to stroke his hard shaft. “Matt…oh yes…move closer and give me your cock. I want to suck it as my son fucks me!” My friend got a delighted, lustful look on his face as he moved himself right next to my moms’ head. I watched as my mom turned her head and began to lick the underside of. She was quite personable, as was her husband. The President was a quiet man, and his wife, a slender woman, I would guess ten-years older than Martha, was reserved as well. But all-in-all, the dinner went well.After dessert had been served, a small orchestra began playing, rather jazzy tunes, but with a beat that would easily fit into some of the dance steps that I'd learned. Always the polite husband, I turned to my wife,"Martha, would you care to dance?" I inquired.The look told me all that I. And I replied, admit you like it when i touch your ass, and i placed my right hand on her ass. She stopped walking and turned to stand in front of me, my left hand moved onto her ass as well as she said, I do indeed like the feel of your hands on my ass. Her arms wrapped around my neck, as she again brought up her boyfriend. I said what about him as I lifted her up, her legs wrapped around my waist as she replied I really dont want to cheat on him. He'll never find out I replied as I squeezed. I said nothing. She again said whom were you visualisingwhile masturbating. I looked at her she had a cunning smile on her face. I tooksome courage and said “I was visualising you. I said that I Love You. Shesaid I Love you too. Then I move further I put my lips on her lips. We kissed about 15 minutes. Shestarted pressing her nails in my back. That drove me crazy and I startedundressing her. She was biting my lips. I was getting mad. I made her nude. AsI look at her I was stunned. She was so.