I couldn’t imagine that mom was bold enough to take care of herself while her son was in the same room. I continued to watch as mom fingered her pus...y savoring in every move of her fingers inside her juicy cunt.“Ding- Dong” it was the doorbell. Mom was immediately flustered. I closed my eyes, but had them open just enough to look through. Mom ripped out her towel, giving me a full view of her sexy, firm nude body for a fraction of a second, before she put on her deep purple, satin nighty. The. I think it took less than a minute to cum all over her skirt.I was made to stand up so all could see my still hard cock dribbling, I couldn’t help myself I had to wank the rest of the sperm out. The girls seemed to be enjoying masturbating too.I still hard a semi hardon when Mrs McCluskey told use to stand in a line and take of our shirts (and bras for the girls)Well that did it for me my cock started to get hard again. We all then to stand in a row while Mrs McCluskey went to the cupboard to. I knew what that meant, but I also knew that I owed a certain little someone a real chocolate malt, product of a mom and pop drive-in. by this time she’d discarded the robe and was down to the Cindy I adored, wearing jeans and a cotton shirt. Seeing her sitting beside me, sucking the thick malt through a straw, eyes laughing, I was very happy. But I don’t think I was happier than Cindy.Finally home, we hung clothes and ran the routine of showers and ended up in at giggly tangle on the bed,. Yes, I did say two hours but he never could cum. It must be the change in him. He became frustrated by his inability to release but he couldn’t stop because a man needs release. I finally had to stop him because my pussy became too sore. I can’t really stop him. He could have continued if he wanted but he stopped because he loves me. We can try again another day.He continues to thrust. I feel the head of his penis remain just inside my ass with every long stroke then push all eight inches back.