But I was poised by such feelings that I couldn’t stop and instead I gripped her breasts with both my hand and squeezed them hard.“Maa………..m...a…….aaaaaaa” She cried out loud and I smiled. Something was giving me immense pleasure to see her in pain. She was in a state of shock. She tried to remove my hand but with her struggle my grip only got stronger and harder. She scratched my arms with her nails and I squeezed her breast with a pumping motion. She was in excruciating pain and I could see. That wasn't difficult. They were see-thru panties.Again, she saw his cock, this time pissing. That was interesting. She'd seen it soft, hard, and in various states between. Now she saw an in-between stage in the act of pissing. He could have stood with his back to her. He could have held his cock with the right instead of the left hand. No, he had to stand in profile and piss into the toilet from the side while displaying his cock. She watched. Hell, he wanted her to watch. That was one purpose. My mother never stopped kissing him as she played with his cock. Mr. Brennan had her blouse undone and pushed up her bra to free her breasts.Greg called me over. I got up and went over and sat next to him. I figured, what the hell. If my mother was going to have some fun with Mr. Brennan’s big cock in her hand I was certainly not going to be left out. Greg and I might as well have some fun as we watched the show. I reached over and rubbed Greg’s crotch and felt a very hard cock under his pants.. Maybe she did still love him; she thought she probably did, but he hadcheated on her. God damn it, that was the worst thing a man could do toa woman or a woman to a man. This was deserved! She was the victimhere!She let him weep for a few more minutes, but when he didn't offer anyinformation, she finally spoke."You know, I like the way you look, now. Little. Pretty. Vulnerable.Maybe we're on to something, here." And she let out a small snicker."Are you wearing make up?"Bob shook his head from.