Her nipples grazed the cold, bumpy surface of the wall and tingled with sensation. "Fuck yourself for mommy, baby, stroke that long, hard dick for you... mommy." Carol whispered as she imagined him doing it. Little did she know that on the other side of the wall, her son was doing just that.Mark was naked and hard. His ear was against his wall as he listened for the sounds of his parent's fucking, or to be more precise, the sound of his mother as they fucked. Six inches of wood and plaster. He really needed to pick up Mom and get her to the doctor. She was eight months along with our second baby. Tony, his boss, offered to drive him home and take them wherever they needed to go. When he pulled up in front of the house he saw the appearance. It was late summer and he knew the roof wouldn't make it through another winter.Dad was a proud man, he would not accept charity; not any way or any how. When Dad got to work the next morning he was asked if he needed help with his car. The. Please take me to my hotel room. I have to clean up and change. I smell like sex.”He said, “Yes, you do, Angel. The sweet smell of your body, fresh from an orgasm.”So my demise began, I would like to say that I felt so guilty that I never let it happen again but I didn’t. We met several times with some heavy petting, just getting each other off. He wanted more ... much more.I know Allen sensed something the day I came home on his day off in the middle of the day after an hour with Jacques. I. "C'mon. Get showered and dressed. We've got plans this morning, and they don't involve you spreading your legs for me."She looked surprised, and a little relieved, and she jumped up and ran to the bathroom. (Actually, she waddled. It was almost funny. She obviously was still feeling the effects of her butt fucking.) While I was laying out her clothes (thong panties, jeans skirt, and blouse (no bra), plus her loafers) I heard a shriek from the bathroom. I didn't worry about it. That would be her.