I rubbed my dick on her pussy entrance vigorously. She was getting wild and wanted me to enter. I stopped. Now I got down to lick her. My both hand we...e resting on her 34B boobs and circling around her nipples. I was squeezing her boobs and pinching her nipples. She used to feel massaged and pain both at the same time. I kept playing with her boobs and started licking her pussy. It was all wet. I started biting her vaginal lips and moving my toungue over her tighs to her pussy. She was getting. She looked at me and asked, "I remember holding a man's penis in the shower." Yea mom, that was mine," I told her. "I wasn't planning on having you hold on to me that way, but you had other plans and you sort of made me rise to the situation."Up to this point, mom and I had made love only one time, and I was very young. Over time, she put it out of her mind, but that was something I could never do. I remember the musty smell of her pussy, the soft feel of her skin next to mind, the mind. I wanted to call and tell them to come back and cancel the entire thing, but my mind was also imagining my wife riding my best friend as I watched them. The next three hours were pure torture as I waited pacing around the house. As I heard them arrive back, I tried to play it off as I quickly sat in front of the TV attempting to act like they had woke me from a nap. Dave talked briefly about the evening and how great it was while my wife stood at his side looking utterly delicious. My wife had. ”His arms weakened as he felt his orgasm erupting. Her trembling hands dug her nails into the back of his shoulders. The digging pain couldn’t overpower his surging load. Out of breath, he tried to warn her of the explosion but became lost in her velvety grip.“Oh my fucking god! Fuck me,” she screamed as his dick swelled and started gushing.“I c-c-c-can’t...” he stuttered, as her tightening pussy gushed onto his spewing thrusts.Thick rope after rope coated the inside of her convulsing cunny.