Six am to be exact. Fortunately it was a Saturday morning. As she crawled into bed with a slowly awakening me, she murmured, “If you want to enjoy a...well-used woman, you are welcome to.”She reeked of sex and alcohol but in spite of my burgeoning shaft, I told her, “Get some sleep and clean up and then we’ll see.” She was surprised at my deferral but promptly went to sleep. I made coffee and found a sweet roll for a sunrise sit out on the back deck.My rigidity persisted and I stroked it, torn. I notice that they already talked before, because there were to familiar with each other.The worst came after. When she left, he walked to the place where other young instructors were and thy complimented each other like they were celebrating some ritual. They were all congratulating this guy from having the nerve to hit on my mother. They were behaving like jerks, but like normal young guys do. But why my mom? She had to give them some instinctive body communication approving their approach.. She wiped it off on her top, and then turned it on. Thankfully, it didn’t seem to have suffered from the sun or moisture.She saw a missed call and four text messages from her husband, which she ignored. She turned off her phone, slipped it into the single back pocket of her shorts, stood, and froze in shock.Through the slightly parted curtains in front of her, she was staring at her stepson – stark naked – with his cock in hand. Though she had naturally noticed he was quite fit and handsome,. Please, please, please… Fuck me!He fills every part of me. Sucking, licking my nipples, kissing my neck, my shoulders, grunting, moaning, sticking his tongue into my throat, squeezing my tits, my cheeks. He is so warm, so damn hot, the heat of his body fills my crotch, and all I can do is enjoy. I want to give him the same, but I can’t, as his thrusts turn me into a slavering, whimpering something, no longer in control of my own flesh.I know, you are not far from bursting your load into me..