Usually we don’t hear mom but tonight I surely did.Helen came back home on Sunday, she dragged me to our room and closed the door. She asked me if a...ything happened. I asked like what, she said, you know, with Mac. I lied and told her no. She said good, she was worried about me.Couple weeks went by. I woke up one night, close to 11pm. I had to use the bathroom. I noticed Helen wasn’t in bed. I went to the bathroom, used it and headed back to bed. I heard moaning from my parents room. I open the. Working them in and out slowly I made sure to keep them well lubed. As it got to the point where there was little resistance to two fingers I pulled out just long enough to add a third. Ben’s moaning turned into, “Oh goddd, that feels so fucking good. Please don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” I kept pumping my fingers in him as deep as I could for another couple of minutes and then said, “Are you ready for a cock Ben?” He half-moaned, half-yelled, “If it continues to feel this good you can. Get in the bathroom, I've got your bathready then meet me in your room," she said."Mom, I'm not going and that's final! Don't you think I've had enough badexperiences wearing your stupid costumes already?" he yelled."Don't be ridiculous Harold. We've been doing this in like forever. Youcan't let a few things stop you. Since you still live under my roof, youwill do what I say, young man. Now get your butt in the tub or else I'llget my belt," she stormed back.When he entered the bathroom, the. I reached my hand out and ran it up Cynthia’s bare leg to the top of her thigh. She closed her eyes and started to unbutton the top button on my shirt with her head on my shoulder, making little moaning sounds as I ran my hand up and down her thigh. I looked over at Rachel who had changed her position on the couch so that one leg was tucked up under the other which really spread her legs out wide. She was laying back against the armrest of the couch and running her fingers over her pussy. She.