There was a number on the caller id that he didn’t recognize. Dexter answered it, “Hello.”“Dexter, this is Mark.”“What’s up?” Dexter a...ked wondering why Mark was using a strange telephone. He hoped this was an update on the lawsuit. The only reason Mark had to call was if he had made any progress on his lawsuit.“I got a call from your son,” Mark answered.“Whoopee,” Dexter said sarcastically.Mark said, “Don’t be an asshole.”“Why not?” Dexter asked. “My wonderful son and daughter are only worried. His cock is really tight in me, I push my hand down between my legs, feeling the width of his shaft sliding in and out of me, I move up to my clit and start to rub it hard wanting to climax also. I cum first, my cunt muscles squeezing his cock as I coat it with my cum, he fucks me even harder as ropes of cum spurt into my womb ramming his cock into me with each ejection of spunk. I can do nothing but lay across the desk, waiting for him to withdraw his cock, my cunt is so sore but I cannot deny. His sweet almost sexless mother sucking off a stranger. Never had he thought of her sexually... she was his mother. She had bathed him, changed his diapers, and rocked him to sleep at night. Now he had witnessed her engaged in a sex act with a stranger. It wasn't something a son was supposed to ever witness. Yet, in spite of his revulsion, his penis pulsed in his pants.As he sat silently in his car, he wondered what to do and where to go. He was angry, embarrassed, confused, and yes, still. He smelt my panties again, 'Horny little cunt, aren't we', strange comment I momentarily thought, and as I pondered on his grammatical skills, I noted the broom handle brush my inner thigh as he toyed with my vaginal secretion, touch my pussy between my spread labia, and push into my wetted and open hole. 'OK I thought, let him do this', but even as I tried to justify being broom fucked in a dirty cinema foyer, I started to feel like I was about to have this elusive orgasm, my thought train.