Mrs. Jones finally was taking as much of its’ long length as she could. Mrs. Jones was sliding her mouth up and down Rob’s hard on and giving him ...n expert blow job! She thought to herself, “What am I doing? What if Rob wakes up? How can I explain to him what I am doing or why I am doing it?” Mrs. Jones didn’t care. The taste of her son’s dick, and the pleasure she was getting from sliding it in and out of her mouth over rode any quilt feelings she was having. Mrs. Jones continued to suck on. He eyed her blankly. He gently stroked his cock, trying to revive its erection. But his manhood was deserting him completely. “I am an old man,” he said now and wiped the perspiration on his brow. He sat back and did not know what to do. Maybe a wave of sympathy traveled through my mother. She gently moved closer to him, removing her arms from her tits. She gave him a randy look and moved closer, still closer to him, so close that one of her full tits touched his shoulder. The old man was taken. But he pulled out and pushed me back on to the bed pulled my legs apart ripped my thong off and pushed his hard cock into my pussy it was all I could do from not screaming out with pleasure as my husband was lying next to me oblivious as to what was happening to me,He pumped his cock into me and his pace got quicker I was about to have an orgasm as he really fucked me hard I had no control over what he would do to me,As I was about to cum I felt him explode inside me it was too late now as he. My wife shifted leaning over and... “You shifted. You did something naughty. Look at you, you’re panting.”“That wicked angel,” I groaned.My wife ducked her head down. Linda’s auburn hair spilled over my lap as she sucked on the tip of my cock. I gasped, my dick throbbing in her mouth. A spike of pleasure shot through me. My toes curled and my shaft twitched in her mouth.“Linda?” I groaned.Her mouth popped off. “Damn, your cock isn’t soaked in pussy juices. I thought I’d taste an angel.”“I guess.