"Your turn."I knelt down on the bed and crawled up to mom's parted legs. The first thing I noticed was the smell. No smell is the wrong word. Aroma is...a better word. It was musky, like wet leather. It was kind of intoxicating. Then, as I got closer, I noticed the heat. I could feel the heat rising from between mom's legs. I could see the reddish brown curls of mom's pussy. They were damp. I could see little drops of moisture clinging to the hairs. I must have taken longer than mom wanted. I. You need it don't you Slut." I nodded. And with that I unbuttoned my blouse slowly removing my long arms from each sleeve. I could feel her eyes taking in my stubby nipples poking my cheap bra. I undid the clasp and let it fall to the floor. I unzipped my skirt and wiggled my hips as pushed it down my hips bent over as it went down my toned thighs. It fell to the floor. My plain white cotton knickers had a big damp spot. I put my thumbs on each hip and peeled them from my body. I could feel. As I stood there in the crack of a door watching my wife Struggle to gobble as much of that huge black cock as she could. As I stood there watching the woman I loved become a teenage slut. And a mix of emotions that made me dizzy cascaded over me I became aware of a hand around my waste and the soft breath of a whisper in my ear. I knew it was I that was busted now I looked to my right the fit woman was occupying the same space I was. I was frozen in fear as her words finally registered in my. That is about 2 hours’ drive from the shop we met, and from my place.It was only then we noticed it was couple of hours we’ve been sipping our coffees. And that late at night, transportation to his place is already scarce. I offered to let him have a sleepover in my place. He readily accepted.I poured wine for us. More talks. More stories. More laughter.I showed him the spare room. I pointed where the shower is. I then went to my bedroom. But sooner before I could stand, he asked to.