She erupted into a climax and she lay motionless on the bed, drained and sated."I needed that," she simpered, discarding her toy in the en-suite's sin... and pocketing a packet of condoms into her handbag. She would need them; she always did.When I talk to Katherine about that moment now, she confesses that she was sending me a signal: she was trying to capture my attention but at the time I thought she was out of my league. In a way I still do, but back then, she was completely unattainable. She. Just as he was turning around he heard a low murmur from the far side of the room.As he looked he saw Rachel enter and she was wearing a brown cocktail dress that was ruffled and ended just above her knees.It was tied tightly back to show off her very nice and trim waist and held together by a large bow from the back that had its laces trailing behind her.She had another small brown bow in her hair tying back her ponytail as well.She was wearing matching brown shoes and light brown stockings. Amma opened my fly and held my throbbing cock, jerking, said “Yours is big”. Instantly I ejaculated into her hand. She looked into my eyes, and left the room saying sorry for beating me. I watched helplessly, amma fucking Rao in various poses, every night, and some times during the day time too. It was mother who was always on top fucking him. She was always controlling him. It has become a compulsion for me, to watch mother fuck. I was ordered to keep guard sitting in the hall every time Rao. In fact, I'm sure he was very hard in that moment. But he didn't know what to think about his father watching. That was three days ago.The very next morning, I was doing just as I had described. Laying in bed with my hand between my legs, husband snorning away next to me, thinking about my son fucking me. I was extremely wet. I had two fingers inside myself and I was squeezing my clit in between them. My fingers were slippery and I was pinching it between two knuckles, hard. It felt amazing.