It all started innocently enough, I arrived home from school unexpectedly, with a stomach ache,(My Periods) so I was excused and rushed home.There was...music in the air, and the strong smell of alcohol and cigarettes. My nose twitched, as Mother never smoked, so she had company, only I did not know who, that is until I opened the door to be greeted by a fat white hairy ass thrusting into my naked mother bent across our sofa, making a lot of noise and saying a lot of indescribable unladylike. She moaned in delight when he clasped her to him with his free hand and increased the pressure on her clit with his finger.He worked her clit steadily until an orgasm tore through her. It was so powerful that her legs refused to obey her brains command to stand. His strong arm around her was the only thing that kept her from falling as pleasure coursed through her.When she was done, she panted for breath for a moment before turning around. She soaped her hands and dropped to her knees before. A tight peach, perfectly shaved. I explored it with my tongue, covering myself in her juices – she tasted great. Reinserted my two fingers, which went in much easier this time.I was enjoying myself, watching her squirm on the bed, teasing her by licking around rather than on her pussy, giving little bites to her thighs and stomach. These few gentle moments came to an abrupt end when Jasmin spoke up.Jasmin’s breathing had gotten faster and faster. “Harder, sir,” she urged me, “I’m almost there.”. “Problem is, SHE doesn’t like sex,” he said, fishing the new switch assembly from a small cardboard box. “At least not as much as I do. And there’s a lot she won’t do.”My interest level spiked. If nothing else, I might get to hear this gorgeous lug talk about some of the things he likes to do in the sack. I asked him what those things were, and as he described them, my imagination began to feed.“For starters, she’ll only do it in a couple of positions, most often missionary,” he complained..