The guys held mom as I embraced her. My cock rubbing up against her, hands on her breasts, grabbing he ass. “Bobby, you can’t do this. I am our...mom. Oh God, please not you. NOOO.” She was screaming because I had lubed up my hand with baby oil and it was between her legs. She tried to twist away but the guys held her fast. My hand ran along her slit and then I penetrated her. “NO, don’t. Stop.” Mom was crying but there was no way I would stop. I had dreamed of this so long. Slowly I. I went into my room and got out an outfit that I haven't worn in ages which made me have a flashback moment where my son was 3 and I had gone out for the night with my friends and got a babysitter that my friends requested and she came this 17 year old girl named Lisa and I left her with my son to go out for the night and I got drunk and my friend’s gave me a bag and said “let’s go back to mine” and we go in one of my friend’s car who doesn't drink and we want to her home and we got her home. After a couple of days I just saw her friend in front of the office while I was having a cigarette at that time and she smiled at me. I also just smiled very casually and the same day itself we met another time at id card section and just talking to each other and just exchanged the email id of the company, just to get in touch. After that I’ve send a friend request to her in the company’s chat messenger and started chatting with her daily about the project issues.One weekend I felt very bore. My friends would come to the house hoping to ogle your body, they all had wet dreams about you. Shit, even I did.”“You?”He smiled. “Oh yes,” he said softly. “I always wondered what it would be like. And when I saw you at the parties, I knew it was you and I could tell you didn’t know it was me. And it turned me on. When you covered me in lipstick kisses, I didn’t want to wash them off. And your mouth, the way it felt… I couldn’t hold back, my legs almost buckled from the pleasure.”“Ryan,.