Why ask? he thought. He'll say yes.Randy sprawled out on his belly on the bed, pushing Taylor's unprotesting legs further apart to lay between them. H... still held the dick in his hand stroking it slowly. Randy bent his head down, pushing Taylor's cock back to rest against his chest and ran his tongue along the irrestistibly warm shaft. He made two laps across the tasty length before running his tongue up to the head and sucking that plump head past his lips. He probed the little hole with his. ”She felt two hands grab her butt. Brad had one cheek and Joey had the other. “Are you mad at us, Mom?” Brad asked in a soft voice.“Yeah, we’re sorry,” Joey told her.She turned around to face them. Both boys’ hands rubbed against her crotch. She stood still. Neither Brad nor Joey removed their hands from the new location. Brad squeezed it just a little. “Oooh!” she exclaimed and stood still. Joey began to rub up and down while Brad kept squeezing. “Stop this for a minute guys.” Their hands. The same noise I would hear when dad was fucking mom. I decided to go have a look. I made my way to the hall but the door was closed so I went around to the backyard. I knew of a gap in the shade on the window that would offer me the perfect view, yes I have spied on my parents fucking before. I peered in the window and was surprised to see Nick, our neighbor, fucking my mom. I always thought Nick was a dork but he sure was putting the meat to mom. Mom was on her back with her legs in the air. Couldn't be as bad as working fast food.Mr. Donaldson was probably in his early 50s. An inch or two over six feet, salt and pepper hair and a nicely trimmed goatee. He had a bit of a beer belly that jiggled a bit when he laughed, which was fairly often. Always immaculately dressed, he seemed like he'd be a good boss to work for.And he was. First week went by without a hitch. He always seemed to compliment me, offer me a smile and a pat on the shoulder. It was nice. I spent my day putting in.