Was it night or morning? By the way the sun came through the window, I figured it must be evening. That would mean we'd been asleep for about four hou...s.I turned to mom. She looked so peaceful and content, strands of her blonde hair running across her face. She still had her bikini on, and I remembered how we'd come into the room from next door, too tired to change, and collapsed on the bed. As I looked at her, she opened her eyes. I was afraid for a moment. We hadn't talked since we'd made. For some reason, that confidence carried over to the "thing". Too much confidence, really.On the last of those occasions, a week before the girls moved out, she brought the surreal fluorescent cock up to her lips, inhaled, and sucked on it while she rubbed herself to orgasm. She couldn't explain it then (or ever) but it overcame her and felt so good ...and was immediately regretted.In the hyper-rational thought that followed her orgasm, she started to panic. How could she? Did she just violate. I watch with excitement building as he and my wife share the intense pleasure they feel of being one as she pulls his hips to her and his hard cock fills her deeply to the full length of his cock until their warm, wet public areas touch stopping his thrust to her deepest part his cock can reach. Their bodies begin moving in rhythm with each other, and I admire the curve of my wife’s thighs spread wide for his naked body to enjoy. I shift around to the side of the bed to watch them pause for a. "it's fucking dark in this house"one part of the bet is i have to record myself doing it so my friends know I actually made it to his bed room.I open the laundry room door and make my way into the hall. The place is empty, if it wasn't for a pair of shoes by the front door you wouldn't think anyone lived there. Being over at this house a couple times for dinners my parents would sometimes have with him, I knew his room was up stairs. I climb the stairs when I see something."shit he's here"I.