His other hand reached out to her tits now, crudely grabbing them and squeezing them alternately, with Mum's red aroused nipples poking up between his...fingers.Her shockingly lewd behaviour for that big pervert was so weirdly erotic that I gasped, and held my breath, hoping I wasn't seen or heard, as my sperm poured into my handkerchief. All this was making me shudder in ecstasy and humiliation, all at once, transfixed by this sight!Her hand worked on his dick, expertly squeezing, pulling and. I winced as pain shot through my damaged shoulder. The doctor had told me that with enough therapy the pain would go away but I could never fully raise my arms because there was a shallow spot where they had to remove some of the muscle on that shoulder. Even after a year, the pain was still there and he couldn’t actually do any physically demanding activity. Thanks to that, I had lost a considerable amount of muscle over the last year.“God damn it! I wish it would just heal already,” I cursed. I lick up all that I can, and her juices soon soak the bed sheets . After mom relaxes for moment, I lay back and wait for her to come over and work my cock into a hardened spear of flesh and blood. She picks up the soft flesh and gives it her special oral treatment. Once she gets my cock hard I stand up and present my sword to her mouth. She attacks it like a starved whore and I love the sensation when she tickles my balls with her index finger. I stand mom up, head her for the bed, and bend. ‘You’re not bad yourself,’ she whispered as she sat up and kissed him. ‘Did you taste yourself?’ She grinned. At breakfast there were knowing looks and smiles from Donna and Betsy. Annabelle came in with her baby in her arms. ‘Matron wants you to go down to meet the young widow who wants to sell her oyster leases.’ Betsy grinned, ‘You look as though you may be in need of a few oysters.’ They took a dinghy and motored down to the widow’s camp. ‘Her husband went missing when his trawler went.