God, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful couple in my whole life!” I said.Meredith let out a short laugh and Nick sat forward. I could...see that he had regained interest in the situation.“I’ve never seen a more beautiful girl in my whole life except for maybe Meredith when she was your age.” Nick said.“You knew her when she was my age?” I asked.“We were childhood sweethearts.” Meredith answered and put her arm around me, pressing her firm body closer to mine. Our naked flesh warm. Gwen and I got distracted. Give us a second to dry off and it’s your turn.” Wendy got dressed in extreme haste and ran to the kitchen as she heard the minivan coming down the drive. Gwen was already at the table, clothed in a modest dress, her hair wrapped in a towel. The biscuits, eggs and sausages, though stone cold, were served on china and the hot coffee poured. The front door opened with a creak. “Hallo! We’re home! Anybody up?” George and Jeanine entered the kitchen and poured. We rub, we frot, I slip his huge dick between my legs and he slides it in and out in a sensual oil fuck. He then lays me flat on my back and moves his body up so that his cock is at the entrance of my mouth. I pull back the foreskin and taste the pre-cum there and he slowly slides in into my mouth and down into my throat. Oh fuck, I love that cock! It is usually slow and loving, no piston face fuck. As I swallow him to his tight ball sac, he slowly slides it out and moves to kiss me, his full. I then stopped him by holding his hair.Son: why mommy? You don’t like your own son smelling your aromatic pussy?Me: It’s not that young man! Carry me to my bed and fuck my fucking wet cunt there.Son: what’s wrong with this bed mom?Me: I want my son to fuck my brains off where his dad uses to fuck me once upon a time.Son: sure momma! I will take you there.While carrying me there, I instructed him not to mention me as his mother just call me a slut or bitch ill be more hornier when my own son.