"Was it something Bill did?" No," I said."Then what." Mom had Alan over for the night." Is that all?" You don't understand." I think I do," Rachel sai..., "you have had a great relationship with yourmom. I mean who gets their mom to take them to a tween concert? And youdon't want to lose that, or share her, I get it." Well, sort of, ok." I guess that was as close as I could explain it ina way she would believe. I certainly didn't want to "share" Tara withanyone.I settled down after a while,. I cast my gaze up Mrs. Carpenter's body, seeing her blonde curls matted with her juices and Daddy's cum, her sleek belly, her breasts still contained in her bra, her blonde hair piled about...A face I knew.But not Mrs. Carpenter's face.I almost blurted out, “Mother.”My head swam as I stared at my mother. Even with the blindfold on, a black sleeping mask with crimson lace around it, I would recognize her features, the color of her hair, the way her lips pursed. My mother was a wanton whore? But. Feeling like a piece of meat but enjoying the sudden attention as the fingers jabbed and the eyes leered. As she reached for her drink her hand was trembling again. Nervously she re-crossed her legs, closed her eyes and tried to focus. She was not wearing any underwear and that alone reminded her of what her mother used to warn about certain types of women. The attention from the young men grew. Mainly because it was clear this single, lone female was seemingly eager to show off her body. The. While I play with one I reach around and undo her bra and remove it so I can see her tits fully now. I squeeze a breast each in one hand and start to play with her eraser sized hard nipples. I pull her down so I can start to lick and suck on her tits while I rub her back and down to her ass. She start to writhe more on my cock while I do this so she kisses her way back down to my cock and takes it into her wet and warm mouth. First she just starts to lick the head and flick her tongue on.