We haven’t got time. Just give it me hard. Fuck me like you mean it.”By then I was tugging my dick, reckless with my own desperate urges as I star...d at my mother spit-roasted on two hard cocks. Caspar was holding her hips so he could work his size in-and-out of her body. He was in his suit jacket, shirt, and tie, trousers loose at his shins, his face all twisted with whatever it was he was feeling as he fucked my mother and made her big boobs swing. He still had his shoes on, as did my mother,. My role here will be relatively small - until I am ultimately the victor, sweeping her out of there with me while the others have all failed. So, I’m actually a little affected by the two Bacardi mojitos and matching Patron shots I’ve had in the last hour to keep me calm and appearing normal. Nestled in my corner table/booth, reading the latest Entrepreneur on my iPad, I blend in pretty well. Oh. My. God. In the few seconds that I was not eyeing the door for her arrival, I catch a glimpse of. I caused me to pull her close to me and as I did my now hardening cock was clearly noticeable. Someones awake. She kind of pushed me away and was looking down at my crotch. So your ready to throw yourself at me? She laughed. I gotta have more than a good kiss and a cock pushing me in the stomach. That is par for the course. My smile turned to a serious grin. I reached down and took my shirt in my hands and pulled it up over my head. I knew the reaction it would get because dear god, if I was. Soon she was in bed covered with her blanket. I tried to ignore the image of her big boobs and nice firm ass in my face and proceeded to make my bed and turned off the compartment light and started reading my book by the bedside light.I fell asleep reading and was awoken by the feeling someone was touching me. I found that my shirt was open and so was the belt of my pants. This lady (Alice which I learnt later) was struggling to get my jeans button open. She was still naked except her panties.