Startled, I stopped – but mom grabbed the back of my head and pressed my face down into her pussy. I couldnt breathe, and couldnt really lick anymor..., but my mouth was on her nub, so I sort of sucked on it, which made mom call out: OH MY GO-O-OD!!!, as she arched her back and shuddered. I lay there, panting – and couldnt remember the last time, Id had such a strong orgasm. Timmy had sat back on his haunches, with his penis straining towards me, still leaking pre-cum. Or was it? I saw spatters. When I came home from running errands, I went downstairs to our lower level to work on finishing up a painting in my art studio. A few hours must have passed because the sun was almost down and I began to hear sounds of my husband returning home.“Hey, Amanda could you come here for a second?” I heard him call. I hesitated for a moment, trying hard to figure out what mood he was in by the tone of his voice. He sounded neutral, not excited, but not upset... As I headed out of my art studio and. They’d all laugh at me if they knew. I’d been there before. Amazingly when I turned from the bar, she was staring at me, almost with her mouth open drooling. I was so shocked, I froze for a moment. Then without my realising it, a huge smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. When her answering smile lit up her face, I nearly turned into a molten pool on the floor. My legs shook as I walked up to the table, and I was glad to sink down into the only vacant chair. Unfortunately it was at one end. .. He was fucking his mom! Opening her eyes, a shocked Jill recognized Randy for the first time. "Randy, STOP! What are you doing? I'm... oh, oh... I'm your mother," Jill moaned, as she thrashed around under her teenaged son's humping body. "Sorry, mom. I can't... I need... you so bad!" replied her out-of-control son. "Stop... please, please... Randy stoooooop! Pull out now baby before its too late! Don't come in me," begged Jill as she closed her eyes. "Look at me... Mom... it's your son.