I don’t think she was even watching the stag film anymore.I forgot all about the glass of water I had come down for. I crept back up the stairs to m... room and jerked off thinking about my Mom and her hot 8mm stag films.I became obsessed with catching my Mom masturbating. The weekend had come and gone. I would sneak down every night when she came home from her 4:00 pm to 12:00 am shift. The nights I spied on her, she was only checking the mail, writing checks, or sorting coupons. I started to. “It’s three hours after sunrise,” she added diplomatically.“Uh, okay.” Roger struggled to sit up. “We’ll be there in twenty minutes.” He ended the call and turned to Yamina. Her cinnamon skin contrasted with his paleness, and he simply looked at her for a moment. “Yamina, honey.” He caressed her cheek and she stirred sleepily. “It’s late, and they’re waiting on us.”“Huh?” She sat up and looked at him, then down at herself. “Ooh, god. What time is it?”“Three hours after sunrise.”She started. “We. "I love you too, but you are evil," she made clear, as she lied down. I got onto the bed with her, our hands parted and mine made the journey towards her crotch. I undid her pants and slowly pulled them down exposing her purple thong as her head looked towards the ceiling. “Sexy, Stella, his cock will be harder than a diamond," I made clear, as my hands wrapped around the straps of her thong. "He'll shoot his load even before you rip his pants off." She just looked over at me, but not a word. The near proximity to my father must have lit a fuse because she very passionately returned my kiss and my hand was under her skirt by the time we finished. Mom's face was very flushed and excited and, for the first time in an evening, we snuck out to the trellis where I ate her pussy. I stood and pulled my cock out, ready to put it in her mouth, but she got up from her knees and slipped around behind me. Her hands curled around my hips, one cupping my balls, the other gripping my cock. Mom.