I guessed she must be struggling hard to digest what she was listening.“You know where I am looking at right now,” I spoke with a deliberate smile... “I don’t know how I am resisting the temptation to have your marvelous breasts in my hands.”It was an enjoyable experience revealing my hidden fantasies as I could feel how hard my dick was getting underneath. My eyes kept reading the changing expressions on my mother’s face and I was convinced there wasn’t any evidence of contempt in her eyes.“I. ”“NO!”“Do it!”He slammed harder“OK… like this?”“Yes. You wanted this cock. You wanted to get fucked, didn’t you?”“Don’t use the F word! That’s nasty! OH, Jesus.”He was slamming steadily now.“Stop this before… damn, that feels good. Haven’t you had enough? ““Nope. But if you really want me to stop, Mrs. B…”He started to back up teasingly, grinning as sweat rolled down his face. He pulled off his Coachella tee shirt and his hairy chest was heaving. His dick was almost all the way out of my wet. This could be remedied by the addition of some stabilisers. To top it off the two supply houses Sheila dealt with had run out of diethyl ether. Another supplier had what was needed but the stupid laws didn't allow quantities of ether to be sold without papers.Sheila had been working in the lab most of the time and the assistants were just that. She knew that they didn't have an original thought in their heads.All this necessitated a trip across Toronto where she would show her credentials. They. She actually left the door open so I could listen. From my sitting position I could see down the hall into our room. The mirror on the wall allowed me to see them standing at the bed but after they laid down I was unable to see. After a few minutes I could hear the headboard of the bed hitting the wall. Every once in a while I could also hear a moan coming from my sweet Ana.They were fucking for about two hours, before they came back to the kitchen. Jerome was fully dressed and Ana still fully.