He just watched, as if it was a live porn video performed in front of him, even though the two participants were the two closest people in his life.Si...ce my dad didn't seem to care, it emboldened me even more. I admired my mom's hourglass figure and her long blonde hair as I jacked her from behind. Occasionally, my mom glanced over at my dad to see what his expression was. But there was no expression on his face, and she continued to moan softly.Next, I propped my mom on top of me. First, I. She did not make eye contact and was in no way flustered by what just happened. I tried to get my mind back on business but my cock ached and I could not help sneaking a peek her way from time to time.Realizing that my mind had been on lunch I checked my desk clock and at that point I must have gasped as I noticed that the little round clock lined up perfectly with Stacey’s crossed legs clearly visible under the table. She was on the phone typing madly on her computer but there was a casual. She had tried it once early in her marriage when one of her regular lovers had fucked her to exhaustion one Friday afternoon. At night she had pretended to have an orgasm, but Henry knew she was having him on and there had been a huge row after he had accused her of getting it off with someone else, although he could prove nothing. But Henry was like that prudey, self-centred, and jealous as hell, but also dull as dishwater. Julia peered into her Friday dishwater as if it were a crystal . I’m not going to move. The look on her face is as though to say… don’t you know you can’t handle all of this… all I could do is smile and hope she doesn’t go off on me. Amazingly she doesn’t and she turns around still half bent over and returns to fixing the shelves. She starts to rotate her hips ever so slowly, excruciatingly wickedly in causing me no end of pleasure and it is all I can do to remain standing. I can feel my blood pumping a loud and quick thump thump in my head as I am.