My room light came on and my naked mother stood by the foot of my bed. I had never seen her naked like this before and I just stared, my mother was be...utiful and her body was enviable, "Come", she said as I propped myself up with my elbows, and she walked around the bed and pulled my duvet from my body, I too was naked, and she reached for my hand, "Come", she said pulling me to get up, "Adam's here, and we both need you in my bed".I walked into her bedroom, which was bathed in a red light and. He closed his eyes, as Ireached for the knob.Then I calmly walked back over to him. I didn't want to. I wantedto run. The bastard was doing it. He really could control me. Istruggled to take back control, even as I knelt in front of him.Even as my hands reached for his zipper and freed his large blackcock.I finally got control of my body and pulled my hand off his cockhardening manhood. I had been giving him a handjob."You faggot. You sick fucker," I accused."Faggot?" He laughed. "I'm not the. But the pain only urged you to thrust even deeper into her pussy. "Harder, you bastard, harder!" she extolled you and, in response, you redoubled your efforts to the increase mutual pleasure of the both of you."Don't you ever worry that the neighbours will hear you?" you gasped at her."NNNNNOOOOOO!!!! Fuck the bloody neighbours! What do I care? Oh, god, you are sooooo GOOD!!" she squawked back at you, her hips rising to meet yours on their downward stroke. You scrapped your fingernails across. We went around calling her "Harry." She NEVER wore panties, and when we called her that, she would drop her pants, or lift her dress, and, no matter where we were, would flash her pussy, and ask, "WHERE?" ANYWAY, we got him into his own bed, and Joe and I rolled him around so Ellen could give him a sponge bath. She had carried her clothes down from our place. The lights were on in the stairwell, so anybody looking would have seen all of us stripped naked as jaybirds. When we finished, Ellen.