When I felt lips on the tip of my cock, I looked down and saw… Andrea’s mother on her knees, sucking my spongy helmet.“Good God, Mrs Jones,” I...blurted.She stopped sucking and smiled up at me. “Don’t worry, it’s all part of our family fun,” she said and stood to whisper in my ear, “Please, call me Rachel. And, be aware, I want you deep inside me later.” With a wink and cheeky grin, she left.I took a minute or two to recover some composure and consider what had just happened. And what might be. Deliberately she'd put on her stockings and her high-heeled shoes before sitting in the armchair and spreading her legs obscenely for me.I was already hard as I knelt before her and admired her beautiful little slit, the slit that I used to think was just for me!I wondered if she'd sat like that for him, legs wide apart, offering herself to him, offering her cunt?Did she cling to him sobbing with pleasure when he was fucking her?Who'd initiated it to begin with? Was it her, with her elfin like. To be completely honest, I am glad you came.J: (While blushing) I really am glad you said that and happy to be here.So, I wrapped my arms around her shoulder and drove forward. With that clear in my mind now, I was unsure where to take her. I never expected this actually happen. So I took her to a theater on the outskirts of the city. I was expecting it to be empty, and we will get enough privacy to do anything.So we booked corner seats and sat there. Once the movie started, a few people came. Jesus fuck……close, I’m close……..”He stopped again, allowing me to calm, if only just a little. My juices flowed from me, making my thighs wet, running down, and soaking into my stocking tops. He began again, my legs turning to jelly, as I stood, legs spread, knickers still stretched tightly between my legs. “Oh fuck…….mmm, so good, Jesus fucking yesssssssssss, oh fuck,” I gasped. He was taking me close to the edge again. “I need to, please, please, I need to come……….oh yesssssssssss, oh my.