Once there was room between us mom reached back grabbing my underwear and started pulling them down. I lifted my hip off the bed and reached down and ...elped her. Once they were down far enough that my cock was free mom grabbed it and started stroking me. She scooted back again guiding me to her pussy. First sliding me between her lips. I could feel the hair and how wet she was. Then she got me started inside telling my “push baby mommy needs this” she moaned as I slid in. Moms pussy was so warm. *** “Hi Dean, What do you have in the bag?”“Hi honey, nothing that you need to know about right now.”“Aww, Dean.”“You will see soon enough, Cindy. Wow, you look fantastic in that sundress! Will you have the picnic basket ready, say in about forty five minutes?”“Why thank you, Honey. Yes, it will be ready.”I give her a quick kiss on the cheek, grab the bag and Pepsi as I head out for the workshop. After seeing my wife with her nipples pressing against the material of her dress, Mr. Johnson is. We cheered as she finished the bike ride and moved into the run with hugs all around when she finished. When she hugged me she gave my butt a very casual caress and squeeze while saying she really appreciated me coming to watch. At that point I knew things were starting to get really, really interesting. Since I live near the course we had already decided to go back to my house so she could freshen up and relax. Apparently, relaxing after a triathlon takes on a whole different meaning for. Then it happens. The worst part aside my mutation. My name."This,", states the beaky woman who is leaning so far over the table everyone aside me has a clear view into the abyss of her cleavage, "Is our new student, Alice Gray." Fuck."Alice!", returned some of the assholes, chortling with unmerciful laughter. "Enough!", Wilkinson bellows. Wow. Her ex-pornstar appearance completely belies the animal within. I feel sorry for her husband, or husbands. She seems that type of woman, but who am I to.