How much time had passed? He checked his watch. An hour? I spent an hour watching my MOTHER!? He felt filthy all of a sudden, and an inexplicable urge...to play it again. With a shaky hand, he ejected the tape (narrowly resisting the REW button), and removed it from the machine. Reluctantly removing his hand from his cock, Aaron pulled up his pants just as his mother walked into the house.Hastily pulling his T-Shirt down to make sure it concealed the fact that his jeans were still unzipped, Aaron. Below it sat a semi hard five inch cock. “Why is he hard?” Taylor wondered, even as he felt a strange stirring in his own cock. “Maybe because Becca is watching,”.Taylor was much bigger than Rick, down there, but even so he was a little embarrassed to take his underwear off and made a point of covering his seven inch semi hard cock with his hands. Before he had enough time to really think, both of them took off running. Hunter had walked down to the surf with them, and loped along behind them. The text said, “I wanted to feel your cum as deep as it could go inside me.”These sorts of adventures continued for about six weeks. Once again, we were at her spacious apartment in the Gaslamp District and couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We had a game we’d play (that she came up with) where she would text a random number a topless picture with the caption, “Tell me what you want to see next.” Some people got pissed, but a surprisingly high number of them wrote back crazy ideas. One. Of course I was going to be careful. I wasn’t about to screw up any future chances. I guided her onto the bed on her hands and knees, then a slid the little shorts she wears around the house down as far as they would go. I pushed her shoulders down firmly to the bed, stepped back and took in the view of my wife submissively posed, ready to give me her forbidden entrance. “Be gentle” I heard her say, muffled face first in the bed. I put my hands on the side of each cheek and parted them slightly.