"She looked up.Her children looked up.They saw a young man, carefully dressed, nonthreateningly standing back and letting them see that I was "safe." ...he one I thought was the mother was much younger than I thought. She might have been their older sister, instead of their mother. She was slim, about five-feet five inches tall, with dark brown hair, cut to about her shoulders. Her clothes were worn, old, and in bad shape. They weren't dirty, just worn out, and the other two looked to be dressed. In truth he missed his country and he was definitely stuck in a loveless and 100% sexless marriage. She’d started making him sleep on the sofa three years ago and it had been downhill from there. She was fucking their daughters horse riding instructor but the funny thing was, he didn’t even care. She was always a prude in the bedroom and they never really sexually connected. Always on her back, lights off, silent and straight in the shower after he’d bolted his load into the jonny she’d make. I had let go of it and it was just sprung upright, I was teasing her. Suddenly I’d never seen my mum move so fast, she jumped up, turned round and knelt in front of me. She took hold of my cock and slowly pulled my foreskin back. Wow Barry said, she wants you, I laughed as it seemed she did, she jumped up straight away. She had hold of my cock and was licking the top of my helmet, I looked down as she looked up, we looked eyes and she smiled and carried on. It was then I felt her warm mouth. Didn’t need the furtive little smile and thumbs up I got from Paul. Nice to get it anyway though. Shows he’s on the ball. “Okay, ladies, let’s grab a cab!” Danny says, and he smiles right at Petra. On the ball too. Following instructions. Good boy. Danny winks at me when Petra is eyes down and rooting in her bag. He has the wickedest grin on his face! I grin back, savouring this sexy situation that I’ve engineered so skilfully. I pout at Danny, stick my tongue out, blow the besotted boy a kiss,.