"Maybe we had better go down to the club room where it will be a little more private." Okay," Chris said and preceded his mother through the door and ...ownstairs. She turned and locked the door.Allison sat on the sofa and patted the seat next to her. When Chris sat down, she moved closer to him and took his hand. "Chris," she said, "You know what we did yesterday, and the day before, was very dangerous and, in fact, wrong."Chris wanted to cry. "Yes," he whispered. "I'm sorry," he added, still. Paul walked over, he was the guy with eight inches. He pushed my head slightly upwards and shoved his cock in my mouth, pushing it so far into my throat that I gagged. He then started fucking my mouth vigorously, I in turn sucked and licked with all my might. I could already taste his pre-cum dripping over my tounge and I wallowed in the salty, slightly bitter taste.All this cocksucking had started to affect my co-ordination on riding Michaels cock. He pushed his legs up and began lifting. She did. “Thank you,” she told him.He smiled. “I thought it was all too good to be true.”She smiled back. “I am sorry but I really did think that I was chatting to my husband.”He looked puzzled and she found herself explaining herself to him. “Well it’s good to see a young couple like you so in love and having fun,” he told her. “Annette and I are the same.”“Wouldn’t she be angry that you have been exchanging intimate pictures of yourself with another woman?” she responded. “If that was John. I imagined she was chatting with friends on the computer or something, which she does quite a bit. So I decide that I should start making supper and figured Taylor was most likely hungry too. I hear Taylor coming down and I suddenly see her come down in a bright red camisole, and blue jean short shorts, as I saw her I thought, my fucking goodness, she is wearing the best clothing today. I imagine it’s because mom and dad would have an absolute fit if they saw that kind of clothing she was.