It hung to her knees, her tits straining against the top. The tiny panties beneath them showed more than Joann was accustomed to, but it was something...her husband had bought her, and she wore it still. There was a throbbing ache inside her cunt, an ache that had been there since the day before. She felt herself getting wet, and she turned from them, angry at her stupid embarrassment.She wanted to be like her son and daughter, free and erotic and without shame. If only she could get over that. Why? To be alone. But why did she want to be alone. The answer pulled into the drive even as my mind formed the question. Getting out of the car was a stocky Mexican who I recognized as being a member of Frank's company softball team, and surprise, surprise, pulling in right behind him was Sylvia's husband Frank. Laughing and high-fiveing the two men walked into the house together. As soon as the door closed behind them I was out of the car and across the street and moving down the side of the. ..my young man is here." She cooed as she opened the door. Then she looked down."And looks like you have a lot of cum in those balls for mommy."I just looked at her."Come lover." She grabbed my cock through my pants and pulled me in."It'll be a 100." She said taking off her top and freeing her midsized tits. "Turn around and bend over." I barked. "Ooohh..." she cooed again. "You wanna ride momma's ass, huh!" she said. "But I really need the money." "I ain't got none." I said unzipping."Then I. Some cum they swallowed, some they jerked off on to their faces. Hands began to grope them, squeezing their breasts, grabbing their asses and fingering their hot, wet pussies.Amber felt a cock sliding against her wet slit; she was bent over, sucking a big, fat cock, with her ass up in the air. “NO FUCKING!” she yelled, twisting her ass away. “NOBODY IS POPPING MY CHERRY TONIGHT!”“Guys, respect the little ladies, if she said ‘No fucking,’ then ‘No fucking!’ The man who let them in felt some.