She said the guys are going to love these. I asked , the stockings or the legs? She said both. Then she sat on the bed while I buckled a pair of black...four inch hills on her feet. Then lastly the little black dress. It was just long enough to cover her butt cheeks. The neck line was a deep v and her small tits could almost be seen. As she was getting her stuff swapped over to a small black purse her cell phone rang. I could tell that something was wrong by how she was talking to the caller.. I got up, stripped, hard as can be. 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. "Oh no Mrs. Alder, it's alright with me, I want to learn too." Alright, now that everyone is okay with it lets get out of our clothes." Betty reached down and lifted her glass of wine and drained it then set it back on the coffee table. Taking another deep breath she stood up and unbuttoned her blouse and slid it off her shoulders and dropped it onto the coffee table then reached behind her and unsnapped her bra and tossed it on top of her blouse. "Come on girls, I don't want to be the only one. ”Papa laughed. “Not yet she ain’t.” Papa dropped me off at the house and I could feel a cold front moving in, so I decided to make a fire. I managed to grab an arm load of kindling before he headed back down the dirt road. Momma was scrubbing the floor in one of them flimsy dresses she liked to make. It used to be a window curtain a few years back. I paused on my way to the fireplace. That ass deserved a moment, but I must have given it a moment too long.“You’re mucking up my floor, Take off.