It was about six in the morning as I climbed out of bed to go get a glass of milk. My wife was not in the bed next to me so I just assumed she started...on breakfast already. As I walked to the kitchen it was pretty dark still and just the lights from the stove were on. My eyes focused in that direction and that's when I seen my wife cooking. She was totally bent at the waist with her head in the stove, I think she was making muffins. I had no idea why she was wearing my sons long T-shirt but I. ..IIIIIMMMMM CUMMMMING!!! YOUR MOMMY'S CUMMMING LIKE A SLUT!!!!" Grunting Lea leaned forward in an almost sit-up position, she felt his cock plunge deeper in her as the bone at its base hit her throbbing clit which exploded like a sexual M80 charge. The release was exquisite as wave after wave after wave of warmth flowed over her body. Her tits and neck assumed the long dormant blush of what so many called "afterglow." No man had ever made her cum like her own son did; no one.He was not too. It was rough, hard, sex. This gal was built for it! We did several positions, the doggy fuck was hot as I had two of the hottest onlookers in town watching. Tyra and Kristie's love had climaxed and now they were watching a fuck show! I eventually laid Libby on her back, I got on top and I positioned my legs in the same manner Kristie and I always do. I can't really describe it, but it gives me maximun penetration and and allows me to slam her clit. Kristie warned me to watch my cum as I didn't. I turned off the TV, rinsed my mouth, to wash off the taste of the beer I'd just drank, and wore the latex mask, which covered my face down to the nose. When I took a look at the mirror I felt like a true idiot! I was in my underwear, with my forty-years-old physique, neither athletic nor toned. The head, tight in the shiny rubber, seemed smaller. I looked like a black-headed match, or a hero from the comics with an idiotic expression; I was almost tempted to remove that ridicolous mask....