”Both of their bodies were slightly slick from the sweat generated from fucking on top of me. I lost myself in the bliss of each thrust of the stran...er inside me. His breath on the back of my neck as he fucked me harder and harder. Amy’s lips pressed against mine in a long passionate kiss. I could feel my orgasm building steadily.“Cum inside me Paul. I want to be filled with both of your cum.”The stranger picked up the pace. Forcing me to fuck Amy faster now.“Oh god, oh god, I’m going to cum!”. I thought that maybe Sara had forgot something and come back for it but when I called out to her I got no answer.A couple of seconds later the handle of my bedroom door started to turn and as the door opened it was then that I realised that it was not my wife but her mother Stella standing there in a coat that was down to her knees. Her black leather knee high boots stood next to her on the floor that she had already taken off. She stepped into my bedroom and stopped at the bottom of my bed. She has plenty of female friends but to the best of my knowledge no serious boyfriend. I suspect she may have had the occasional date but they couldn't have lasted long. There is no young man that has yet been introduced to the household, put it that way.Kelly is renowned for her practical joking and often makes me the target of her fun. She has long blonde hair and a fantastic figure, her breasts have developed well, her facial features are small and perfectly proportioned, her eyes are blue,. Amy was up at her chest, licking and nibbling on Lisa's rather large nipples that sat atop her Double D's. Both of her tits were rather red in places. This was explained when Amy slapped one of them."Are you going to cum for me, you little slut?" No, Miss Amy! I can only cum for him! Please don't be mad at me." I'm not mad slave, I can only cum when he says I can too. That doesn't mean that I can't try to make you cum without permission." With that Amy laid a couple of slaps on each of those.