I tried staying still and I tried to relax and fall back to sleep but that was no more likely than it had been earlier in the night. What 18 year old ...ying pressed against a naked woman could fall asleep? And this woman was my own mother at that. My dilemma once again was that my stiff dick was resting between the crack of mom’s ass and poking at her. It was just a matter of time before I would wake her up and if she got startled when she awoke she might yell out and wake dad as well. I needed. I helped her to take off her long, elegant cut leather coat, revealing a short, equally elegant cocktail dress underneath. She was a real knock-out, hardly over twenty years old. ?Champagne please, the Cristal!? she said, and pointed at the drink list. ?There goes all my funds!? I thought, but I was so intoxicated by her beauty that I thought, ?oh, what the hell!? and ordered it from the waitress. Cristal was just about the most expensive champagne there was, and I barely had enough money to. "After Grant stretches me out I might not wantanything as small as yours ever again."She laughed to make it sound like a joke. He laughed too. I didn'tlaugh. It wasn't funny to me. My wife got onto the bed. She stretchedout on her back and parted her legs invitingly. I was still on my knees.Grant came returned and clamped his hand on the back of my neck. He mademe stand, propelled me to the bed and onto its foot. My wife saidsomething else about how wet I needed to get her so she could. A definite girly ‘yelp’ broke the moaning monotony and Martha slowly backtracked her steps.Kyle’s door was open barely an inch, but peering inside closely; Martha could see who was making the sounds she heard. Lying on Kyle’s bed was Amanda, her legs raised and obviously very naked from the waist down.Martha’s eyes enlarged and her jaw dropped in a silent gasp of astonishment. Amanda was in the midst of a very private and intimate moment of self pleasure, her golden tresses being tossed from.