I was kind of wanting to drag Nancy down the hall into one of the bedrooms, but if I first stumbled and grabbed Abigail's hand instead, well, wow, and...so be it.Upon further reflection, I poked my mother back. "Isn't it time for you to go into a nursing home, where you can say all you want without anyone ever listening?" Probably," she nodded, giving me a smile back like the devil's own.It all started with Nancy deciding we needed to redo our kitchen. I knew how to do stuff like that. I knew. She sat at the end of her bed and placed a camera in front of her. She didn’t want to pull Daniel into it so she thought a strip should be enough. She took the remote in on hand and pressed record. She waited the three seconds before it actually began and started her video. She sat cross legged at the end of her bed and stroked her exposed legs. She worked her left hand over the leg on top, stroking up to the hem of the dress and down to as far as she could go without bending over. She stroked. He began to gently run his fingers through my hair as I started deep-throating him. Suddenly, he started to get closer and closer, his hands began to coax my head up and down his shaft a little faster and harder. As he told me he was going to cum, I closed my lips around the tip of his cock and began to stroke hard and fast.I felt the first spurt of his hot, sticky, delicious cum as it coated the inside of my mouth. I kept stroking more and more spurts out of his cock and struggled to keep up. “STOP!” Arnie moved his hands to her hips, pulled up, and then he threw her to the side like a sack of potatoes.“FUUUCCKK!” Arnie hollered as he started to cum. His unsecured cock flopped back and semen splattered the front of his black t-shirt.“Aw...” she groaned. That was supposed to be for her!“Jesus...” Arnie muttered as he tucked his cock back into his pants and reached across her to the glove compartment for some tissues.“I’m sorry, Arnie,” she said as he did his best to wipe the mess up..