Feeling him under the table, I could tell was very well endowed. I couldn't wait to feel and taste him. I told him, ' lets go to the suite, that I had...hubby get for us.'He told me, "We have all night. We don't need to rush lets enjoy the time leading up to what will be a very intense night and into the morning.'This excited me even more, something told me I was going to be getting well 'Fucked.' We had a couple of more drinks then headed to.the room. I couldn't wait, we almost ran to the room.. And she wasn’t about to start now. Certainly not with her own son. But looking wasn’t the same as cheating. No one was getting hurt, and so far, mother and son were both enjoying themselves. Immensely.“You go ahead and stroke it all you want, sweetie,” Alison said, feeling breathless. “Get this obsession of yours out of your system,” she added, already hoping that would be the last thing that would happen. “Maybe it’ll help if I show you my pussy too. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby?”“Oh. Justine dropped her bloomers quickly and lifted her skirt to allow me access to the brass lock - I reveled once more the delicious sight of her lovely buttocks, stiffening measurably under the sweet temptation. I inspected the chastity belt with interest, found some honey attached to it where it sneaked through the darkness between Justine's taut limbs. The matter smelled like strawberry jelly and showed great viscosity. After the good girl exited from the private closet I inspected her front. They approached the fence and one said “Can we use your toilet the old man has gone out?” “Sure this way” as I showed the lads the downstairs toilet, my pussy throbbed. One went in the other waited and we made small talk, when the other came out they swopped over, I said “Bet you could do with a cool drink” and he said he could. As I poured them a glass from the fridge I asked him his name, “Michael” he answered. I turned round and he stood there my pussy was aching all the more. “You couldn’t.