It felt good. While I was talking dirty in his ear I began to dry hump Slave Boy's bum. The combination of both of us wearing speedos made it nice a...d slippery. Both our hips were grinding back and forth.I had one hand on the back of Slave Boy's neck and with my right hand I slid it from his hip and reached around the front to his cock. It was covered with the lycra material but I started stroking/rubbing it."Thank you Master Dave", came out of Slave Boy's mouth in a bit of a whimper, I told. She didn't exactly; it had hurt Ryan, and that was what she wanted. But it wasn't like she had used him like that. Plus, she knew, he had gotten what he wanted. Maybe they had used each other? But I didn't use him, she thought. Just because we did it didn't mean I used him. It just happened, she thought, we both got pleasure out of it, and that's that.She pushed away any guilty feelings, telling herself that people had casual sex all the time, so why shouldn't she? Why should she have to deal. We have already talked this over last night. You have agreed why mom wants Jock to come over. So, you can stay with us." I hope I won't be a nuisance." How can you be? You are my son." Thank you, mom." May be you can help by not offending Jock in case he kisses me." What do you mean, mom?" Yesterday, he was upset by what you had seen. He'll be worried and afraid today. So, I hope you'll not mind if he's extra nice to me, and I extra nice to him." I'll try to control myself, mom." One more. I watched as Joey began putting suntan lotion on Mom, all over her boobs, shoulders, stomach, then spread her legs as he rubbed it into her thighs, swooping his hands right over her pussy. She closed her eyes when he rubbed that in, oh, this was getting rather raunchy. Then he went on down her legs and finished up.Then Joey was back over sitting on my chaise lounge, so I restarted on him."Michelle, why don't you two just go up to your room and do it properly?"My mother is wanting me to have sex.