“Lovers. yes,” Lucinda agreed, “Don’t look so surprised.”“I am just slightly shocked that you didn’t bolt the do...r,” I declared, and I added “May I join in?” as I bolted the door as they should have done.“Out!” Lucinda cried, though she was somewhat hampered in her options by Pat’s hand deep inside her.“I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure,” I observed and I lifted the kneeling Pat’s skirt revealing her stocking tops and soft pale pink buttocks. Well, I was resourceful. For a while I tried to concentrate on a book I'd bought and hadn't yet read, but wisps of concern about what would happen when Camilla at last awoke kept intruding and I gave it up, just turning on my rarely-used TV to check the news.It turned out to be a long morning. TV news flips over every half hour, so it was either watch reruns of what I'd already seen or find another channel, and I was running out of channels. Ten o'clock came and went, 10:30, and still no sounds. I was rewarded with a good view of her pubic hair, but her legs were still close together and I couldn't see much. Still, for a horny eightteen year old, that was exciting. After a few minutes, mom thanked me and reached for her robe and covered herself quickly so that all I saw was her bare back. Over the next couple of days, I thought a lot about my mother's body. I sat the massage table up and when mom arrived home, I told her I was ready to give her another massage. She smiled and said she. His cum gushed up, announced by the flexing of his girth, and she set her hand over the head of his cock to keep the waves contained. The heat was immense, and she shivered, a small mewl escaping her, as she watched the waves of white fluid fill the crevices between her fingers. So much, always so much. She licked her lips and moaned as she moved her hand down, massaging the thick girth a lot harder with the newfound lubricant, and another wave of cum flowed out of him, slow and thick. With his.