“And you, what are you Mum?”“I’m a slut too darling.”“Are you? Whose slut are you?” Alfie asked.“Your slut!” I said.I’d said it. I...knew it was true. I was just as much a slut as Angie. We were both sluts. Milfs. Sluts. Wanton sluts.I was coming, my cock throbbed. It hurt. My balls hurt. They were full, and needed to empty. My cock was harder than I’d ever know. My slut mother’s cunt gripped me, even as she lapped Angie’s cunt. My mouth watered. I liked the taste of that sluts cunt, it seemed my. . Tony could feel his heart beating in his chest... Her eyes were bright with expectation as she looked down at him. Tony pulled her down and kissed her again. He ran his hands down her back and cupped her small buttocks in his hands. He kneaded the soft globes and fondled her thighs... She moaned softly as Tony nursed on her breast and it was full and firm. She was he reflected very much like his first girlfriend he had slept with during his high school days. Tony moved to the other breast,. She slowly lickedher lips, and I began to jack off faster.And then she turned and walked out of sight. Shit, I thought. I was upset that we werent going tocontinue our little voyeuristic interlude to itsclimax. Then it occurred to me that she could verywell be on the phone to the hotel management, reportingthe pervert in the room across the way. What I had readas horniness on her part might instead have been shock.I started to push off the bed to close the curtains.As I did, she came back into. I lay there, loving the feeling of her warm oily hands on me, breathing heavier as her hands moved closer and closer to my balls, her nails trailing along the length of my cock. She lowered her head and breathed a warm, moist breath on the head of my cock as she lifted it with one hand to bring it closer to her mouth. She kissed the tip, and alternated running her hands from the bottom of my cock all the way to the top, her thumb rubbing my head before she let go. I was loving the much needed.