Out of the 3 she semed like she was the spoiled bitch type allways got what she wanted no exceptions!, I sat in a chair whilst they tryed on various g...wns etc laughing and joking then the bich apeared after dissapering for a while on the phone, she work a black wedding dress of the finest satin, she glared at me and walked straight towards me, then put her foot up on my chair between my legs looking into my eyes the whole time.I was shocked as she pulled her gown up to reveal her stilletto. 'Their cum' echoed in my mind. Jill had fucked someone other than Roger."Do you want me to tell you what Roger made me do, Bobby?" Oh, baby, tell me every detail," was my muffled replied as I sucked her sloppy cunt. I returned to my perversity and listened to Jill sordid tale of debauchery."The taxi dropped me off at the Notingham Towers and I was ushered to the penthouse. Roger met me at the door and guided me into the living room. He introduced me to the four gentlemen as 'the fuck of the. She asked to change positions and let her ride me, so we changed and I watched my cock disappear into her pussy, the sight of her rising and falling slowly and my cock disappearing looked fantastic, she leaned forward and opened her purse on the bed and removed her phone, passing it to me she told me to take a picture as she leaned back just revealing the base of my cock inside her, click!! She lifted off me so the head was just touching her clit, “another” she said, click!! She leaned forward. The two individuals in the mirror did not look at all familiar to me. They were a strikingly handsomepair of lovers; not a mother and her beautiful stepson. In the mirror was a handsome, muscular youngman whose impressive cock swayed in front of him with every step. I was looking at two lovers; notmy little boy, not astepson, but two lovers. The image did not look like a mother who had justbetrayed the trust of her stepson by submitting to the most unacceptable of carnal desires. It was.