John and I also had twosome sex. We would get on top of one another and rub our bodies together. A favorite would be to hold our two cocks together an... stroke them until they came, dripping, on each prick. I later learned that the term for that type of sex was frottage. I loved to suck his cock, relishing in the taste and feel of it. I loved to embrace and caress John. One thing we never did was sodomy. For me it was a bridge too far. At night we always slept with Carol in the middle, one cock. Without waiting for an answer she moved up a bit more to straddle me. I had just begun to realize what my mother was wearing. I could see her hard nipples through the lace bra which had a thin design that lead down her body to reach her thighs and sexy legs. As she was staddling me another suprise came to my attention. I felt a little warm and wet spot on my body which was from my own mothers pussy. "theres a gap in my outfit for your manhood" she said as if she knew what I was thinking. This. A tongue softly swirls across and a low moan escapes his lips as long nails tickle over his outer thighs. Hot breath touches the base of his member. The feeling of his balls being sucked one by one comes over him—hard then soft, hard then soft.Daniel wakens more, but not fully, not yet. His cock stiffens cock stiffens as it begins to be licked along the length. The feeling is wet and kind of rough as the tongue caresses him. It slides to the underside of his ever-hardening cock to sway back and. As if already plagued by the guilt which many men endure after their first homosexual experience, Pete called out during the spasms of what felt like a very powerful outpouring of his seed, "Oh Jesus, mate! Oh fuck! I can't believe I'm doing this! How can I be fucking doing this?!"I tried my best to console him as well as I could even as I faced away from him: "Just enjoy it, Pete! This is a perfectly natural thing we've just done together!"He continued gripping my body, still humping me in.