Together we sat at the dining room table and spent several hours drinking coffee and holding long conversations about my grandmother's early childhood...in Italy during the second World War. Dreadfully, however, I had to leave before noon. Though I promised to be with him all day on the coming Sunday.And I kept that promise.When I arrived at about 11 o'clock Sunday morning, I followed him to the living room and found that he had rented several movies from Redbox. The genres consisted of action. Holly keep your eyes open."She walked away as Brinna moved from her fighting position next to ours. I climbed out and checked the tarp Ivy had put in her shallow trench. I stripped on one side while Brinna undressed on the other. She grinned and gestured, "on your back private."I chuckled as I laid down, "oh goody I get to see and play with your breasts."Holly laughed as Brinna grinned and straddled me. She wiggled down my cock and pulled my hands to her breasts. She started to rock as I began. Not at all. In fact..." she caught herself before she said anything further. His cock sprung to a full erection as he realised that his mother almost admitted that she had enjoyed last night.She had enjoyed their fuck.She then looked up at him. "But it was so wrong what we did." But it felt so good." The boy said again."But it was wrong. I am your mother and you are my son. We shouldn't do things like that -- no matter how good it feels." She said.The boy's face was only inches away from his. After just a few moments of this I felt Gwen stiffen and suddenly orgasm. Her cum gushed from her pussy and soaked the mattress and me. Just like from her cock she squirted at least 4 time before collapsing into Helen’s tender embrace. The two women rolled to face each other an wrapped there arms around and pulled each other close. I slid up behind Gwen and, putting an arm across both, pulled them closer and Gwen’s back into me. Gwen continued to quiver for a few more moments, before.