I explained I was letting them have some “alone time” and Tony said I was a really thoughtful k** and he couldn’t believe how grown up I was for...a f******n year old.After a few months he moved in and I would cook breakfast for them both and go to school. If mum was on nights I would cook dinner for Tony and me and save Mums dinner and put it on a low light in the oven.Tony would praise me and could not have been more complimentary about me. I told Mum he was a good looking guy and was good for. I watched as she shuddered and ground her pelvis upwards to push against him. She looked over towards me, I wasn't sure she actually saw me, but I definitely identified what I saw in her eyes: defiance, bemusement, fire and petulance. She knew I was watching and knew I was shaken to the core by her behavior, and she didn't care. In fact, something in her eyes told me—without question—that she had a toy chest full of more mischief, more indiscretion, more salaciousness than I could possibly. "Early wake-up call and all that. What say we meet for breakfast before things get started tomorrow? My session isn't until the afternoon, but I'll be in there bullshitting with the suits all morning, and I'll need plenty of coffee to get through that."He couldn't really believe what he was proposing. He usually slept in as late as possible at these fucking things, and here he was making a "date" with a thirty-something junior manager. Maybe he reminds me of myself when I started out? Maybe it. Steve was following the plan and carefully got on the bed from the side closest to Deb. He carefully swung his leg over her straight leg and positioned himself. He gave me one more look for confirmation, and I gave him a thumbs up with the hand that was not stroking my own dick.He must have really lubed up because with one push he was balls deep in my wife. He began to pump in and out of Deb, his balls dragging along her straight bottom leg. Between the cock in her pussy and his nuts bouncing.