At least I hadn't woke up to find my hands touching my mother where I shouldn't be. That had happened more then just a couple times. At those times, I...would ever so slowly move them from impropriety, with the utmost care. I was sure if my mother, the very proper Lorna Hagen were to awake and find my hand anywhere near her breasts or God forbid her vaginal region she would have been consumed by shame.It was bad enough that I was laying here in whitey-tightys with morning wood against her thigh. Anyway, on the morning of Christmas Day, shortly after the police questioned Mr. and Mrs. Alexander Hobart, alias Zeus and Artemis, I got a call from the Patriot Sniper and his accomplice. I got a full update on what their activities had been and I gave them an update on activities on the res: Astrid Little Feather's people had taken off for Christmas, but were making good progress on the northern and the southern extra power substations at the Hoover Dam site, and also that they had found a. Then I saw what the something more was. Elaine firmly grabbed Jan's butt and slammed it into her own face, driving her tongue into that now wet anal tunnel of pleasure. Then she did it again, and again, and again.My cock was now as hard as a teenager in his first R rated movie. I was aching to participate. I was aching to let them know I was beating off in time with their rhythm. Jan was now delirious with erotic enjoyment. She began to thrust her ass into Elaine's tongue. And Jan had never. Then the intensity increased then he tightened his hold on her and pushed as far in as he could, grunted several times while he shot his load of cum deep inside of her.Beth for her part had wrapped her legs around him, was holding on tightly and gasping as she not only felt him twich inside of her but also had another orgasm.After that they both stayed there breathing heavily then he gently kissed her.Pulling out you could see some of his cum leaking from her pussy. They embraced for a while.