“Yes!” She replied, squeezing his shoulders tightly. She muffled her loud cries of pleasure by biting into her husband’s shoulder. Whimpering an... murmuring words of encouragement. “I love you so much, Gwen.” “What?” Sam stopped suddenly, staring at Becca incredulously “what did you call me?”“Sam, I said Sam.” He stared at her for another few seconds before he shrugged and pounded his wife with a new vigour. He pushed his large dick as far as he could into Becca’s, now incredibly wet, sex. He. A chill fluttered up my spine. “Real good! Your arms getting tired?” "A little." "Here." I placed both his hands on the top of my bared legs. "Is that better?" "Um yeah! Much better, Mom!" He was trembling. I looked across the top of the TV at my husband and grinned, then down at my son’s fingers. His thick thumbs were resting on the inside of my thighs just a hand’s breadth away from my wet panties. I placed my hands atop his and started massaging while guiding them up my thighs. He offered no. I kept cumming hard and he would pull my finger out and either put it in my mouth or his own to clean the cum off. Then as he fingered me he used a second one of my fingers and then he took his free hand and began stroking his big dick and now both of us were moaning and he soon spurted a huge load of cum. He then pulled my fingers out of my cunt and sucked on them to clean them. He looked at me and said "You are going to be a great fuck. You cum easy and your cum tastes so sweet. It is time. "I chose a locker a few feet away, then grabbed my towel and stuff, and headed into the shower. My father wasn't an officer, but I felt that I could easily explain away my presence if asked. "I'm a kid, and the big shower room is a little intimidating, 'cause I'm shy." After all, who would get all mean and official with a fourteen year old, geeky-looking kid?As I entered the room all the way, I realized that the door was actually inset about three or four feet into the room, as if it were at.