"Good, that's better?" she said. The next morning I drop her off at the airport, "you be a good boy while mommy’s gone".So I'm home alone for 15-16 ...ays, balls drained, all is good.I stayed busy, had a few beers and worked on her list of chores.I wasn't used to sleeping alone, when on the 4th day I awoke about 1am with intense pain.My penis was semi erect, it was pushing so hard on the cage it was pulling my balls forward making them hurt. I had to get in the shower and spray warm water on my. She certainly was not in the mood for any company but she did not want to be caught in the middle of the day still in her bathrobe. Hurriedly, she grabbed a summer shift from the closet, shrugging it on over her and smoothing it down over her hips and breasts not bothering to put on panties or a bra. Rapidly, she ran a brush through her golden hair and went to answer the front door.Standing there his hands on his hips not in his usual tennis garb was Clay Marsdale, her husband's boss.She was. She looked up when I walked in, then looked back down, hiding her face. My father however, grabbed her by the hair, causing her back to arch, forcing her to look at me, as well as exposing the whole front of her body to me, to the point where I could see his cock entering her.My mother gazed at me as my father started pounding her even harder. Her flush increased to the point that her whole chest was red; whether it was from excitement or embarrassment I didn't know. She started moaning when I. Bill arrived home mid-morning and was looking forward to a long showerand change of clothes. He was ruminating over when he would be able toget away from Marie again so he could spend time with Michele; hecouldn't wait to get at her dressed in the French maid's uniform.Marie was in the walk-in robe when Bill entered the bedroom, she must bedressing having just showered, and the ensuite bathroom was foggy withsteam."Morning luv," he called and closed the bathroom door behind him.He shucked out.