Mrs. Long was crouched on the bed, with her face only inches from Annette's violated asshole. The hard prick continued its in-and-out motion, thorough...y fucking Annette's asshole. Jane fondled Annette's cunt while she watched Annette's asshole being filled and refilled with pulsing cock.Mr. Long moved up and straddled Annette's face. His huge prick was standing at full attention, proof that he enjoyed the extremely stimulating scene he was now a part of. He rubbed the engorged head of his cock. Sat at the kitchen table, Mom and me both kind of fell into an awkward silence as we wondered what the other was thinking. It was the kind of silence between Mom and Son where you know you're being seen in a whole new light. Like when someone you've known for a long ass time suddenly becomes someone completely different even though they're the same person. I guess Mom was coming to terms with the fact that I wasn't really her little boy anymore and was all grown up in adult school now. Mom had. There she was, sat down on a chair naked but for her bikini bottoms. Before I could even say anything, she stood up and said ‘There you are, what kept you?’. ‘Like what you see?’. Before I could even reply she looked down to my crotch area which, by now, is bulging and said ‘I see that you do, is that for me?’ and like a complete Burk said, ‘Might be’. Might be! Of course it bloody was! With her right hand she pulled down the zip of my jean trousers whilst staring me right in the face. Well, by. Hell, I’ve seen men walk into things as they ogle over her looks when we’re out, and sometimes they were with their wife or favorite female when it happens. But today, if she is feeling insecure, I want to do all I can to make her feel like the beautiful woman that she is. I’m happy to say that after an hour in bed, and after series of intense gushers, she let me know that her insecure feelings had vanished. > > > > > After a quick shower and a change into some sexy but comfortable clothes, we.