The vulgar words coming from her son's mouth about her both shamed her and turned her on at the same time. She now was no longer fucking her son. He w...s now fucking her. Her pussy was being used by him. She kept feeling him smack her ass but he wouldn't let go of her hair. He pulled it a little more with each thrust. "Ahh fuck mom, you are so wet. I am going to shoot all up in that pussy" Billy said to her. Billy then let go of his mother's hair and grabbed onto her hips with both hands. He. It startled me, and I fell off of the couch, scrambling up and making my way to the door. Pamela was standing outside, waving at me enthusiastically. I unlocked the door and swung it open to let her inside. Pam, what are you doing? Why didnt you just let yourself in? Nails, silly! she said, smiling at me brightly, raising her hands for me to look. I glanced down at her spread fingers and took note of a shiny pink gloss coating her nails, still noticeably wet. I cant touch anything because I. Talking was minimal between us following the earlier events, but I did manage to sneak in a compliment about her cooking.Once we had finished our food, we sat there in an awkward silence. Our eyes barely made any contact and when they did it, we quickly looked away. I couldn’t understand why she was so defensive about sex. I thought I could ask her anything but it turned out, I was wrong, I could ask her anything except anything sexual. With no sign of my dad, she sighed loudly and started to. I tried to explain to them but was not very good with directions. I explained it was not far from where I lived and they offered to give me a lift. I was a bit unsure that it was a good idea due to the fact that I was on my own but I could see the taxi queue getting bigger and the temperature was starting to drop. I agreed and they slid open the mini bus door and I jumped in. There were around 8 guys on the bus and they told me that they were on a stag weekend for there friend and they were.