Wildthoughts flew through my brain as I kissed my mother as her lover, not herson. It seemed so natural. It certainly was incredibly erotic. Mom cl...tchedmy hand as we kissed and drew it to her right breast. I clasped her small,but tender breast in my hand, my fingers feeling for her nipple, which washard and erect. She moaned as I squeezed her breast. She kept moaning to me,"My baby! My baby!" We sat by the computer for a bit, kissing, hugging,touching. We looked so lovingly into one. .as I walked over to them. he said hello and said your wife is sexy I was just having a little fun when she walked up, do you mind if she watches?I said no problem buddy, if your nice she may want to help, but I must stay here because she is my wife and I dont know you at all. He said thats fine he has no problem with me watching too.....her cheeks were a bit blushed now because he pulled away a towel and revieled his big throbbing cock. its was just a little bigger than mine but much thicker. “It's my futa-cock. I'm a futa now! Don't you love that!”“Yes!” Mom moaned. “Mmm, and these panties. These panties smell amazing.”I reached the kitchen. My heart pounded a thousand miles per hour beneath my chest. I gripped my friend's two hands clutching mine. She pulled on me like she was afraid of what I'd see. Like she didn't want me to witness the adulterous sight. But I had to. I had to see what was going on. Then I would tell my father.I reached the edge of the kitchen and peered in.Mom. - I’ll be back tomorrow from Chicago. Where should I come? - At my place. - Agreed. Send me the address. „I’ll fuck her as soon as I get there. Why did she call me? Maybe… Aagh! It doesn’t matter, stop making fool of yourself. Uh...“ – I thought. For all day long. My head was possessed by the scene of fucking Susan. Suddenly, a scary thought: „What if she wouldn’t…?“ „No, she calls you to kiss your nose.“ Male mind is so naïve. Finaly, tomorrow. I’ve arranged a meeting with Susan, and.