"You really love fucking your own mother, don't you?" she asked, thrusting her hips harder with perfect rhythm.I tried to downplay it. "It's okay. It'... just... I need the relief." No, it's more than that," she smiled. "This entire trip, you loved my hands and mouth around your erection. You loved that it was your mother doing it. Just admit it."There was no denying it, so I said, "Yes."She clenched her vaginal muscles around my cock as she continued to gyrate her pussy. Back and forth. Then up. I said yes. She asked me to remove my coat, and took it inside and kept it somewhere. We kept talking about various things The bell rang and 2 of her friends walked in. She took their coats and went inside to keep it away. They were also around 40 but looked very fit and fine, and were in very short sexy attire. They looked at me and smiled a mischievous smile. I smiled back. She was back in the room and all of them started having their drinks. I was still standing there with my third drink. I. Now I was pretty relaxed and excited too so I slowly pulled off my jeans, just revealing a tiny white thong and I put my heels back on. I sat down on the coffee table on top of the money and spread my legs real wide and starting rubbing my shaved pussy under my thong. The guys were speechless, I was loving the attention ad my pussy was getting really wet. Another guy brought me a shot but instead of drinking it I took it and poured it over my tits and said "oops, can someone help me, I made a. With you lying in my arms, we drift off to sleep. When I awake Saturday morning, you are not in bed next to me. I hear the shower running and slip out from under the covers. As I open the bathroom door, I see you in the shower. You are facing away from the door, so I slip quietly through it and slip into the shower behind you. As my arms slide around your body, you jump momentarily until you realize that it is me. I take the washcloth from your hands and gently rub your body clean. My fingers.