This was it though. I was being stroked and having my raging hard cock explored by my best mate. With his wife watching and teasing her pussy over us....Just how I had imagined. My hands shaking. I let my hand wonder. Up Johns thigh enjoying the tingle of excitement I could feel from him as I did.I brushed my hand up over his balls. They felt weighty and full as I cupped them, and then the moment, taking his cock in my hand. This just felt amazing. The feel of another mans cock. My best mates. The prey was coming to the predator and I was loving every moment of it. no longer did I have to wait for those pesky clients to satiate my ever-growing need for action and blood.Being wanted was fun. To the others, it might seem a flipping of the tables, a reversal of roles if you will. The hunter had finally become the hunted and should be wary of the sheep that it was feasting off of just yesterday.There was never such a problem with me. after all, being wanted had led to many advantages for. No fancy wire panel for the Sheriff. It started right up. Ooo ... hot rod.Spooky ... not another car on the road, headlights fading out in 30 feet, thick swirling fog parting as I crept through it. I kept looking in the rearview expecting to see the Hound in the taillights.Ah, Main ... the Hotel.I parked the car behind the hotel and went to my room. Spooky place, the hotel, when the night clerk is sleeping and no one is around. I wasn't necessarily being quiet but I wasn't making a fuss. I was turned on by watching all of this and my friends were having all the fun. I wanted my turn, even though it was my mother. She became my sexual object. Never in my wildest dreams I would desire her in that way. But the fact I have seen her naked body and seen her being fucked silly, was enough for me to do the same to her. I at least want a blowjob from her instead of me jacking off all the time. I had blackmail material, but I wasn’t sure how I could confront her about it. I had to go.