The next day was started as usual. I took leave for some work in the afternoon saying I wud be back by next couple of hours. I knew mom and ashu would...be fucking as I returned in half an hour and entered the house with my key. As the door sounded I heard ruffled and giggling sounds of mom trying to dress up. I gave 2 minutes and as I came in mom rushed out of ashu’s room in a towel. I almost came in my shorts but followed mom to her room. She nervously looked at me expecting a question and. There's a fine line that all married men tread, that retains ones social standing with the guys down the pub. You never say that you "do", but then again, you leave all the guys under the impression that you might "do", if the mood took you right. Or might even do "do" anyway, but you keep it strictly to yourself. Sorry girls, it's all to do with stupid male ego.Now where was I? Oh yeah, I'd just asked George to change the subject."Where you been lately anyway, Doug? You ain't been in here. But I'm not worried. Not now. Gregg has changed my outlook on a lot of things. He has taken away my fears. I want David's cock cream in my mouth. I'm hungry for it. I want to taste it. I want to feel it sliding down my throat.I gently cradled his large, hairy ball sack in my hand and attacked his cock with my mouth. That drove him right over the edge. His cock exploded, filling my mouth with hot, sticky, bitter cum. And I loved it!I swallowed eagerly, moaning with pleasure and excitement. When. The question of where the game went next hung in the air and again it was Mark orchestrating the move. He leaned over to Jack and whispered something to him. Jack grabbed a wine bottle and walked over to Bev. As he poured he asked "You Okay?"She answered "Aunt."That one word said it all. At home "Uncle" was their shared safe word. Beverly had taken to using "Aunt" as a way of saying yes, yes, more, more. She never said "Uncle".Mark grinned ear to ear seeing Jack nod to him, proposed the bet for.