From my position on the bed, all I can see is the silhouette of mother and son, related in more ways than one. The light outside filters in through th... windows, profiling the nude body of the Goddess who bore my son.She sets him down on his cradle, and I hear him start to cry, only to be soothed for the sudden loss of warmth by his mother's loving pats into sound sleep. Convinced that the little one is truly asleep, his mother adjusts the blanket and looks one last time at her child.Then she. “Yes. That was one of the most fantastic orgasms I have had in a long time. Let me go to the bathroom, then I will wake Harry up and get things started.” She went to the bathroom, then returned and snuggled up to Harry and began caressing him. He woke, went to the bathroom. When he returned, we resumed our positions from last night.Jean lay on her back, reclining against the pillows, with her legs splayed. I was on the bed, kneeling with my face in her crotch. Harry, wearing a condom, was. Leaving her pretty, violet toenails pointed up at the overpass. At last Mamba pulled out and seconds later she felt the light rain of semen patter onto her face, tits and into her hair. This could have been a perfects days shopping. Gasping, she sat up. ‘Damn you wouldn’t believe the amount of cum just farted out you pussy girl’ grinned a chunky looking Hobo. He looked familiar now, but how could he. ‘I’ve seen you before’ she gasped breathlessly. Still reeling from Mambas brutal black. ”I guided them to the conference room attached to my office. It also had a door to the main lobby, so I didn’t see the girls until the next day. I didn’t bother to spy on them using the security system.The next day, they were waiting in my lobby when I got in. Typically, Lucy would be with me when I come in so she could be my cock warmer. I had already sent her to the secretary pool. I got settled in my office. Then I paged my secretary to let them in. I stood up and greeted them before.