I was forced to listen to my mother moan very loudly and Mr. Randall grunt on occasion. At that moment I decided to whip out my little eight inches an... stroke it while listening to Mr. Randall’s headboard slap up against the wall. Once me and Shawn listened while his father screwed some black chick. All we heard was his head board bang the wall. I never thought I would hear my own mother moaning to the rhythm of the very same headboard. I remember shooting my load and leaving it there and then. She did it with careful moves as his cock was vibrating and dribbling. She left himthere incompetent of anything for another 10 minutes. Then She started unloading the burdens.She only left the heavy cloak on his head. He didn't even imagine to lift it by himself."I believe your friends are waiting for you. Get out and go find them!" she ordered with a fakecommanding tone of voice. He heard Her opening the front door.He gathered his pants and his remains and tried to start walking, stumbling to. Of course being the eldest there, I just had to touch it, loving the feeling, rigid, smooth, hard, soft, all the superlatives heaped on this wondrous thing, his 'wee, wee', was a now cock, and I instantly fell in love with it, so as my brother watched me, I began to masturbate him, not because I knew how or that I even knew I was doing so, but because I was studying his reaction, to having his beautiful female cousin doing it for him.As I did so I extended this pleasure to my mouth, and began. When I made it home she was ready and I barely had time to get ready myself before dashing out the door, Jen already waiting for me in the car."Hurry up Nick, I told Pat at lunch today that we would definitely be there on time. You need to help them set up the speaker system on the pool deck since the weather turned out so much better than the forecast," she rattled off without sounding a bit unapologetic for volunteering me for the job.Typical Jen, still, she knew me well. I hated dealing with.