Within five minutes, he was getting close."Mom...it's coming soon. Do you want me to...?" he asked.Without removing him from her mouth, she nodded her...head, making his dick move up and down. "Mmmm-hmmm."He closed his eyes. She slapped his stomach lightly. He looked down, and she was looking into his eyes. He knew what that meant. He maintained eye contact with her. The come in his balls started to churn. His toes wanted to curl up. His hands gripped her hair even harder. "Oh...oh....Mom!" My. Sexually it was quite good for my mental health and I am certain it gave Diane’s boyfriend the confidence he needed to continue to pump her twat with his seeds on a regular basis with vigor and enthusiasm the entire time. My husband was on constant road trips the entire time of the pregnancy and he always smelled of cheap French perfume each time he returned home and he had that tired, well fucked attitude that turned my stomach each and every time. I felt that my little sessions with Diana’s. "Do you have clothes you can work outside in "? I asked."Nope, pretty much just these". She said, indicating the scanty shorts and shirt.We walked out to the truck and I put her suitcase on the tailgate. She showed me her clothes she had hastily packed. No shoes, three tank tops, similar to what she had on, four pair of thong panties, three socks, a pair of swim shorts and an empty pillow case. "Erica you're gonna need some clothes you can work in". "The sun out here'll cook you like a steak.". Opening the door by the field he lifted Fiona’s head and placed it over his very stiff prick. The tone of his voice softened and it became quite loving. Fiona grabbed both his hips in her hands and proceeded to grind up and down on his cock with a passion; I was forgotten. Tony cupped her head and helped her move. It was very erotic, a total sea change from the ‘Suck it bitch’ of just a few minutes ago. I did realise that probably my evening was over once Tony came, so I entered into the spirit.