Tension rose from the pit of my stomach into my perineum. I felt so swollen, the stout rigidity before the storm. She knew and redoubled her efforts... my muffled cries barely carried as I trembled. Undaunted, she would not relent and he demanded my release. Meekly, I gave in to the silken heat that engulfed my spewing cock.Alone, the sound of lips smacked and I watched. She came down, laid beside me, and caressed my face tenderly. The graze of her lips upon mine carried the taste of my. “Do you like what you see Mike?” she said swimming over to me.“Damn Pamela! I..I” was speechless. She wasn’t holding back. She was outright hitting on me.“Take off your clothes and come in with me.” She said.“But I don’t think Carla..” I stuttered.“She’s not here. Do you really think she’s going to suspect that her fiancé is fooling around with her mother? Carla’s my baby but she isn’t that smart” she said to me.I slowly removed my clothes, trying to contain my hard on before I sat at the. "That's right -- she was wet -- swampy, in fact. And if you go downstairs right now, you'll interrupt her fucking herself with that dildo. THAT's why she won't thank you!" Her mouth opened and closed like a fish, so I added, "Don't waste our time calling me a liar -- go back downstairs and watch her, if you like. She might enjoy the additional humiliation. Don't act horrified, though -- act like you're getting off on it."Jean moved to the basement stairs and looked back at me, her expression. That Night We had a few drinks from when we ate, further discussing what my wife wanted. We continued to drink into the evening, my wife looking for a little ‘Dutch courage’ I think. We watched some crappy Friday night TV and a film until it got dark. Our front room overlooks a street, busy with traffic during the day but dead at night, however, at the weekend, the street was used by plenty of drunk people heading home from town. We left the window ajar with some music on very low so we could.