Some men were slowly stroking their cocks and many of the women were fondling their breasts or had their fingers rhythmically rubbing their pussy’s ...n time with the beat of the drum. Their nipples were hard and their breasts bounced softly as they swayed to the beat. All of these caresses were solitary: no-one touched anyone else as if waiting for some sign and all were looking towards you in your ‘unborn’ wooden state. The drums stopped. The largest raft, that of the Tribal Chief and his Magic. That apparently got to Ken as much as it was getting to me. We both added grunts to our strokes. The tempo picked up again. I’m usually good for about ten minutes. That night it had to have been fifteen or twenty already. That didn’t matter. It had become a competition. I wasn’t going to admit that Ken could fuck Karen better or longer than I could fuck Cindy. He must have had the same thing in mind. We were each pounding our wife harder and faster, and everyone sounded like they were really. ‘glad you could make it’ she carried on ‘now let’s get that stuff off you’ I was a bit taken aback ‘hold on mum, I’ve just arrived’ I protested But she wasn’t having any of it as she pulled at my t-shirt and lifted it over my head. ‘don’t worry David, we’re both naked and you know I’ve seen it all before’ as she threw my t-shirt to the floor and moved to my belt. She unbuckled my belt and jean button in seconds, she grabbed my jeans waistband and the top of my boxers and pulled them down over. I was sleeping on a small bed and mum on sofa that turns into a large bed. Of course I wasn't always asleep, so few times I saw mom having sex. I was turned on despite of feeling shame at the same time. I guess that feeling of shame was too strong so I never really fantasised about her, in my head I always pictured some other woman in a situation I was watching. Most of the times it was my Grandma.She was 60 at that time, I remember that during the summer this happened we celebrated her.