“Everything cool with you and Jason?” I asked.“Yes, I guess. Can I ask you something woman to woman that's a little personal?” Samantha asked.... could see something was up, was she thinking of breaking up or separating?“Sure, what's on your mind?” I asked.She cracked a small smile then, maybe it wasn't as bad as I thought, although it seemed to be an embarrassed smile.“Last week I was flipping his issue of Playboy, and I think something happened,” Samantha replied.I wasn't sure what to make of. Still, she looked like Jennie and her ass and tits were perfect replicas of Jennie’s perfect feminine assets. With that as a starting point, I could take Wendy, warts and all, and slobber all over myself each time she opened her knees.Unfortunately, I arrived home early one afternoon and found her being poked at both ends by a pair of wastrels from the other side of the tracks with nothing on their mind except switching and trying the other side. Needless to say, that was the moment that Wendy. It was sheer heaven to feel two prurient poles deep inside me. The undersides of my son and hubby’s cock on either side of the sensitive membrane. It accentuated the nerve ending’s exquisite sensations multiple times.It was as if the membrane was non-existent. The additional grazing of their enlarged circumferences on my G spot from either side made me let out an elongated brutish yell of wanton pleasure. “Mom, if you feel this is the best hold on, the climax will blow you out.”“I hope. .." I said, quickly taking my jeans off and letting my hard cock stick up proudly. Aunt Chloe reached down, grasping it with her soft hands and I felt like I could cum right there. She slowly moved her hand up and down the length of my cock, feeling all seven inches of it as it pulsed in her hand. As her soft hand rubbed my cock her index finger lightly bumped against the head of my cock, making me even more aroused. I began breathing more shallow and became mesmerized by her hand as I watched.