The three of them were wearing very sexy maid outfits with half shelf bras that held up and exposed their tits. They had very short skirts that easily...revealed they were not wearing panties with the slightest movement. Becca took our tennis rackets and left the room. Helen escorted me to my shower and stripped me and opened the shower door for me. When I had finished, she was waiting with a towel with which she did a very thorough job to drying me off. I went to get dressed and Helen told me. Then this dialogue happened. "Mom, can I... You know..." "What are you... No, Bobby. Please, wear a condom. "No, I meant... the other... thing." "What "thing"?" It was when she realized he wasn't just "playful" this time. She wouldn't mind any of that fingering usually. Bobby played with her ass as she played with his balls. She grew to like it, actually. It been making her feel more promiscuous in a sexy way. But at the moment Bobby clearly had been aiming to feel her tightening anus not. I continued fucking just the top part of my cock into her pussy, spreading her ass-cheeks with my hands so that I could see my condom-covered cock moving in and out of her, glistening with the mixture of our juices. Spreading her ass-cheeks wide open, exposed the wrinkled little rosebud of her asshole to my eyes, the small brown hole looking ever so inviting. As much as I wanted to, I was not going to fuck her ass today, although she would not have stopped me from doing so, considering the. I remembered the way I’d felt when Jenny and I had experimented on each other, and the feedback cycle of desire and arousal that had sucked us down to the primal cores of ourselves. ‘Orgasm’ was too pedestrian a word to describe the sensations I’d felt when the two of us inadvertently mindfucked each other into the sluts we were now. Just the echo of that memory was sufficient to leave me shuddering and screaming beneath Michael’s thrusting body. ‘Don’t stop!’ I screamed, when I felt him.