Meri lal panty ko dekh kar usme josh agaya aur woh galiyan dene laga.“Randi, mujhe pata hai ki tu ek mard ke sath ayi hai. Tune mujhse jhut bola tak... teri chut ko main fad saku.Tere mein bohut garmi hai, sali randi.” Ye bolke usne meri panty utar di aur mujhe godh mein utha kar apne shoulder par rakh liya, jaise main koi khilona hu.Aur khade hokar meri chut ka ras pine laga. Bohut der tak usne meri chut chati. Wah, kya maza aa raha tha. Beech beech mein woh bol bhi raha tha ki, “Kya mast chut. Will it end, will I never fuck my sons again?Will I confess to my husband that in his absence I had sex with his two sons? Will I tell him of how his youngest son nearly split me in two when I relented and let him fuck his sweet sex goddess in my pink little asshole?I shook my head and cleared my mind of these thoughts as I held my two sons young hard cocks in my hands and looked at them in wonderment. Brutus’s cock was almost a carbon copy of his fathers’ cock albeit a little longer maybe. My breath, too, was increasing. Suddenly, Don shouted, “HERE IT COMES!!” as he shot his complete load down Mom's throat. Mom's moans became a loud muffled noise as her orgasm hit her between the legs like a pile driver. My orgasm was so powerful I shot pussy juice all over the chair. From that night on, whenever I heard the sounds of love-making I would rush in to watch. I was allowed to participate only by masturbating although Mom did put her finger in my pussy once as I stood next to the. I looked around for something I could slip under the door, and found a card-stock flyer on a nearby bench. I folded it in half lengthwise, and just as I pushed it under the door, I became aware of a woman's voice behind me, clearing her throat. I continued to fish for the key-card, when I heard in a measured tone: "Excuse me. We know what your are trying to do."I got to my feet, and turned around. A white couple in their mid-fifties, in rather unflattering matching Ralph Lauren athletic.