However, you can fuck your mother if you want too. I don’t mind. Really!”I looked at Mom and she was smiling. Her nipples were hard, her slit was ...ripping, and her breasts were heaving with every breath.I stood there as Bethany said, “Dad you’re really going to let him fuck Mom?”Dad replied, “Sure! I’ve seen your mother with six guys before she can certainly handle the two of us fucking her.”Bethany gasped, “Six!”Mom said, “It was a long time ago. I’ll tell you all about it sometime.”Mom and I. Carol, Karen and I had been close friends for so long, but never alone, living hand in glove with each other, without the supportive shield of our mums. In the first few weeks, we routinely bickered and fought about trivial but necessary things: failure to restock the fridge or do the washing, ironing, cleaning, etc., often storming off to our separate bedrooms to cool down. Eventually, as all girls do, we worked out a routine and rota for the flat, and our lives began to run relatively. As far as the husband Randy was concerned she knew he was addicted to the escort girls that he always called on the spur of the moment and discarded them almost immediately because he really didn’t want any companionship or questions that he didn’t want to answer from a too familiar stranger. Cindy felt sorry for Randy because she saw him as a victim of his wife’s impulsive nature when it came to love in all the wrong places.She knew her partner Lennie didn’t want to get involved in their. As I laid there sleepily grinding my cock into the living room carpet through my jeans and watching the half-covered asses of the dancers on the television, I heard the bedroom door open to my mom's room.I looked up to see this sheer white nighty coming at me and time just seemed to slow down. Watching the black outline of a pussy walk right towards my face made me almost cum, for some reason I stopped even the slightest motion and just gawked. A thousand thoughts going off in my mind.I.