We both had to watch my mom devour her twat like it was nothing."Holy shit, London, do you have my mom's lips in your mouth now?"She nodded and closed...her eyes too. Needless to say, she also blindly grabbed her cum covered breasts too and massaged them. Even as Pete just shot his load, he couldn't resist the urge to stroke his cock yet again.I managed to keep my load intact for the time being, but my clock was winding down too. As my mom demonstrated just how great of a pussy-eater she was, I. The place was filthy with bird poo, feathers, dust, cobwebs andrat poo. Under a tarp within the tiny shed I found an old rusted butservicable bike, tools, some camping gear in a moth eaten hiking backpack, including a smelly old sleeping bag, portable stove and quarterfull mini gas bottle, some dehydrated food, army style canteen cup andcutlery and other junk. I stashed my boxes in the shed at the backunder a tarp. Rummaging through things further I unearthed a chain andpadlock which I used to. “Sorry, I guess there are some things my brother doesn’t need to know about me.” I nodded in the affirmative and she laughed. She leaned over and hugged me, her head on my chest as she continued to talk, but with less venom. Now talking to me rather than ranting at me. “We didn’t have sex, by the way. But I did give him head, then right after he told me he’d been cheating on me for a month or so with some slut who will fuck anything that moves. And that was it. We were over. After 8 months.” I. Whilst I was repulsed at any thought of being with a guy, I seemed to be now interested in what was taking place before me.The older one continued to click away with the camera as his young lovers hand gripped the cock before him and he stroked it long and slow, pushing and pulling the excess skin of his foreskin over the head of the older mans cock. He moved his head closer and his pink lips parted as his tongue slipped over them and now licked the large head of the cock in his hand. I was.