I wanted to watch them and I love to show off my wife. So rather than the missionary position I turned her on her side to face them. I was behind her....I put her leg on top of my leg, and entered her pussy from a spoon position. I also held her elbows at her side to make sure that she didn’t keep trying to cover her boobs. She was finally getting used to me doing things like that after years of marriage!I was really excited by what was happening and it appeared that despite her concerns my wife. A hard-on’s not something that you can just will away, especially coming out of a dream about naked basketball.First it’s my sheet getting pulled down. Then it’s her hand on my pajama bottoms. Then it’s what had been back and forth, now more up and down, her so close that the top of her nightcap bounces me, once per stroke.Keep your eyes closed, I repeat to myself. You’re asleep.I raise my hips and shoot.A kiss to my lips and she’s gone, her in her nightcap, me in my wet pajamas.Breakfast time.. She had vibrant red hair, luscious lips and a well-shaped body. Her breasts were about 38D and she had a nice ass also. She always dressed to the nines and wore sexy high heels. I never saw her that she didn't have on bright red lipstick. She had two sons, one a year older and one a year younger than me. Her husband traveled for his job and was away much of the time.Back to the party, I arrived at the hall where the party was to be held a little early. Marie was setting up drinks and snacks.. Exquisite.My pussy tightened on my son's cock as my hips bucked. My breasts jiggled while Melody kneaded them and sucked on them, her sandy-blonde hair spilling about my tits as my son rammed his dick over and over into my hot depths.“Yes, yes, yes, fuck your Mommy hard,” I moaned.“You're such a bad Mommy,” he groaned. “A wicked Mommy needing her son's cock to make her cum so hard.”“Soooo hard,” I moaned, staring at my handsome, nineteen-year-old son. He was such a stud. I shuddered, humping.