Hosannah stayed behind to pack up her gear and secure the vehicle.“Hey, Becca,” James, a segment producer, nodded to me, not seeing anything weird...about me having a dick, the fact it thrust from my crotch, or that my twenty-year-old daughter had cum running down her thighs. “And hey, Jenna. Helping out your mom?”“I'm her fluffer!” she beamed, sounding so proud of herself.“Excellent,” he grinned.I blinked, feeling so surreal as the elevator door closed and whisked us up to the nineteenth floor. Hell, he'd even seen her fucking his Uncle Dan years ago. Now, after talking with her, he knew that he could even fuck mom himself. What a thought that was, a double-edged sword of a thought. His mother had been a source of fantasy for years. He'd lay in his bed, his cock in his hand and jack off visualizing Dan's cock sliding in and out of her. He'd blow large amounts of cum into a tissue, then fall asleep dreaming of his mom fucking him, and not Dan. As he drove, even now, after the hottest. His thick shaft had more veiny texture than the last guy and his wanton lust for her body stirred up the dregs of her orgasm, making her moan like a sleepy whore. He gripped her tits in both hands as his member pummeled her pussy. When he held himself deep inside her and his cock started pulsing satisfaction into her she breathed deeply of the horny lust for her body. No sooner had he stepped away from her than another man stepped up to take his place. She wondered how many of them there were. I looked up the stair and started to feel hornier, wondering what was waiting for me up stairs.“You can come up now.”I nearly ran up. Opening her bedroom door she was dressed in white bra that just held in her breasts, a g-string and stockings. I walked quick over to her and grabbed her, holding her close to me so I could feel her body pushed up against me.Her hands went right for my fly, quickly undoing in and taking hold of my rapidly hardening cock.She massaged it in her hands while looking.