“Bri, could I get a bite of your filet, please?” My mother asked.I cut off a piece and fed it to her, hearing a verbal guttural response.“Sheesh... Mom That was a bit much, don’t you think?”“Can’t a mother enjoy her son’s meat?”Dad muttered a chuckle, finishing up his drink.The Bandleader announced the final musical number of the evening, ‘The Very Thought of You’, as we all got up, but I picked Jo to dance with.Mom melted in my arms, “Brian, you are such a lovely dance partner.”“You convinced me. I can feel you getting wetter and wetter. You are responding to my fingers so nice. I make you get on. I make you guide me in.'Stick it in, I hope it hurts'. 'I am going to make it hurt'.'Ride me slut'! 'Suck the cum out of me whore'!I grip your hips tightly and guide you up and down on my shaft. Sometimes pulling your cheeks apart more to feel me pushing deep inside you.When you begin to use me, I bite your nipples, a little too hard but careful to not injure you. Building up and up. I grab. Thomas was the only one nude.Light streamed in through the bedroom window. We had chosen to do this in our home, knowing that Kerry's screams of pleasure would have caused hotel guests to complain, and would have likely lead to us being interrupted. Our home was on a large lot, separated from the street by trees. I didn't tell Kerry, because she is not into the idea of me being humiliated, but something about the idea of Thomas fucking her in our marital bed also heightened my arousal. I had. Dad has a business of his own and has to travel around the country almost 4 days a week. Mom used to work in lic but she left the job due some reasons. So, most of the time, at home, its only we three people me, Reenu and mom. Reenu has always been good in studies and used to score top in her class, but on the other side, she’s not the very innocent one. Let me tell you her daily outfits..mostly 3/4th jeans, tank tops or any sleeveless with a cap on she looks so cute and sexy that even a child.