As deb was speaking I had moved her to the settee , slowly I pulled her skirt up and rubbed my fingers over her tight lacy thong, she was very wet so ... guess the night had gotten to her, the dirty married slut.“Carry on then Deb, tell me what was Dee’s pussy like, did you have a good look at her cunt?” as I was asking I kept rubbing her pussy. Debs breathing was getting harder and harder. “Trimmed, Dee’s cunt was trimmed, just like mine” was debs breathless reply.“did Sally make her come?”. Mom heard me approaching and turned to me with a half smile. "Good morning, Liam. Hungry?" Always."As soon as she stood in front of me came into evidence her breasts D-cup. The robe she wore didn't do much to contain her big breasts, showing off a great cleavage that I struggled not to face blatantly.As you may have imagined, Mom is what people call a MILF. And I'm quite used to that term because my childhood friends have been bothering me about it since I was 11, where was the time they. "I was out with Ben, why?" I asked. "Oh really then why did Ben say he hadn't seen you?" She said with her arms crossed. "I had to call Missy Cameron. To ask if she knew where you were. He grandmother just died and I had to scare her by saying you were missing. So now you're gonna tell me the truth! Where were you?" I looked around in a panic. Hoping for any way out of my situation. "I was...umm...I was..." "He was with me." Natalie said coming up from behind us. "Natalie why was my son with. " Next I realized I was surrounded by black men, I felt hands grab me and roam all over my body, someone yanked my tank top down, exposing my breasts. Hands grabbed my nipples pulling hard, fingers were shoving into the tender flesh of my pussy, someone was probing at my asshole. I struggled and screamed, they laughed and grabbed my arms and legs and carried me over to lay me on a table. They pinned me to the table, I felt the huge man step between my stretched legs, I screamed and struggled.