I don't remember what we talked about but I do recall that each time he leaned in-- because the raging music the band played would otherwise drown out...our voices--the outer side of his thigh would rub against the bulge in my pants as he spoke into my ear. It was as if we were real tight friends who'd known each other for sometime the way we were crushed into sharing our comfort zones. The only uncomfortable feeling I had was the excitement I felt from the heat the friction of his leg created. Slowly Jeff worked a finger through her moist lips and into her pussy, resting the heel of his hand on her ass. Veronica whimpered then moaned as he curled the finger through her, gathering the slick moisture within. Veronica subconsciously started to rotate her hips seeking more and more feeling from his dexterous fingers. By shifting around, Veronica gave Darin a direct view of her pussy as her lover toyed with it. Darin could almost feel every slippery groove as he pumped his cock in his. I was so spent that I just stood there leaning against the door jamb with my cock resting in my hand. Mom came out of the door so silently that I didn’t hear her at first. She didn’t seem surprised to find me there. “Johnny, were you just watching your Mother masturbate?” I breathed deeply and replied guiltily, “Yes.” “Well, I am just going to take a shower, would you like to come into the bathroom with me?” I didn’t know how to answer that. So Mom just took. Glancing down he watched his cock disappear beneath her curly black hair and then reappear, pulling her pink lips out a bit. His cock glistened so under the kitchen lights as her juices covered him. He could also see the bits of crumbs fall from the apple pie, roll down her breasts, over her stomach to bounce off his stomach and get tangled in her pubic hair. Feeling a surge of pleasure building in him, he watched as she took the last bite of the apple pie and moved his mouth to hers, shoved.