Mom murmured softly and her other hand moved my right hand under her T-shirt, down across the soft swell of her tummy and under the waist of her sweat...pants. My erection was damp, and thrumming as she guided my hand through her pubic hair, her middle finger pushing mine deeper. God, soft moist lips separated, the hard nub of her clitoris slid over the pad of my finger, and still she pushed me down. My breath was racing as I felt the hot, damp moisture of her vagina.I was breathing heavily when. Her knees began to knock and her breath grew short knowing that she had to have it knowing that she could no longer go without it. As she walked into the office Gerry rather embarrassed tried to hide what he was doing, Amelia told him not to and that it was ok. She walked towards him, fell to her knees, and took his phallus into her hands. She kissed it, she licked it and she caressed it with her lips. All propriety and lingering doubts about what she was about to do left her.As Amelia sucked. I was too stunned from my orgasm to speak, though, and simply nodded in answer.“Piss on me,” she nearly pleaded as she increased the intensity of her masturbation.Really I was stunned and didn’t know what to do, but I stepped forward and started to bring my semi-hard cock to her lips. She shook her, panting a little harder, “No, stand back a little; let everyone watch, and piss on my tits.”It couldn’t have been stated any plainer; I stood back a little, felt the guys reposition themselves for. . don't worry about mylaundry, I'll get it when I get home. I love you, see you soon!" I knewhe'd be in a meeting at that time, so my call would be directed tovoicemail. I had carefully planned the message to plant the seeds I knewwould trigger his curiosity. Things were falling into place nicely.It was about 6 months before this day that my life started to change. Ihad started to notice things being different around the house. I haddone my laundry one evening, knowing I had worn my.