It seemed that things were proceeding rapidly. Once they had gotten into it, my parents had apparently had no reservations about what they were doing....n her first public outing my mother was dressed in nothing but a tiny, lacy slip. The first picture in the public set showed her getting out of a car in a public parking lot. The next picture showed her posing in front of an adult book store with Jon. Then they went inside.I had never been in one of those places so I found the pictures. “Nice, tits,” I offered, trying to be cool.“Thanks, I paid enough for them,” she said. It explained the way they seemed to defy both gravity and proportionality. “Want to feel them?”Jesus, I thought. Yes?When I did nothing, said nothing, she took my hands gently in hers and placed them on her breasts. Her skin was soft and warm, her breasts firm.Fuck it, I thought. I squeezed them, jumping down the rabbit hole, allowing Janice’s surreal world to engulf me, for the night at least. “Firm,” I. Then someone suggest that they play spin the bottle now and everybody said, "Yeah! Lets do it."It started out low key, just pecks on the lips and cheeks, but alcohol and atmosphere soon took over and soon the players were involved in some pretty heavy French kissing. Twenty minutes into the game someone said, "Let's spice it up" and soon the kisses were accompanied by the touching of body parts; cocks and tits were squeezed as the kisses were exchanged and after ten minutes of that things got. She adjusted the straps for her thinner frame and rubbed a new coat of lube over the phallus. Gretchen knew what was coming next, as she got on all fours and Alma approached her from behind. Alma ran the purple faux cock up and down Gretchen’s highly sensitized pussy. She then grabbed her lover’s hips and slid the phallus deep into Gretchen’s cunt. She held it there so Gretchen could get used to the entry and then she slowly began to run the cock in and out of Gretchen’s engorged pussy. As.