I could see his bulge growing as I eagerly anticipated my first sight of his uncut piece. A hot cock sucking video still played on the sixty inch wide...screen behind him, the beers almost empty, the seal just broken on the fresh bottle of poppers beside me on the table.We had met on Squirt and now here I was lying back on the couch in John’s living room, his need to have his balls drained meeting nicely with my need to suck a big thick cock and take a hot load. He was in his early fifties, about. I couldn't resist, reaching in my pocket I pulled out a quarter and dropped it in, the tv came on and I was rewarded with a porn. Some blonde getting screwed by a big dicked stud. There was a dial to left at the bottom of the screen, I turned it, the movie changed. More of the same, I flipped through the channels, all fucking. I flipped through again, slowly this time, stopping to get a good look at what was showing. I stopped on a channel, two guys outside, one on all fours the other behind. I inserted my tongue inside her pussy hole. I heard mom giving a loud moan. I pushed and pulled my tongue in and out of her pussy hole. I could taste her sweet nectar in my mouth. She was oozing juices out of her pussy.I then attacked her clitoris with my tongue. I looked up to see mom’s reaction. I saw mom had caught Abdul by his neck. She was pulling his face down towards her face. In no time, they were kissing each other like in the ‘Spiderman’ movie.Mom’s left hand was stroking Abdul’s dick. ”“Yeah?”“Yeah.”She didn’t have to tell me twice. I covered her with my body, claiming her with my full weight, and she ground against me, that hip movement telling me exactly what she thought of my technique. Her confidence was intoxicating. Having her tell me what to do to her was turning me primal.“More what? Give me details, baby! Bring those stories into our bed.”“What?”Oh shit… “What do you mean, what?”“You told me to ‘bring those stories into our bed’.”“I did?”“Yes. What did you.