I winced and squinted my eyes as the light came on, temporarily blinding me. When they adjusted I could make out the figure on the other side of the ...iving room. He was about my height and a little heavier in appearance. He wore blue jeans and a black turtle neck with a ski mask over his face. All we could really make out was he was white with brown eyes and he was holding a gun. “Well, well what do we have here”, came his question? “I wasn’t expecting company tonight.”“We don’t want any. ‘There’s a good Son, wanking his cock while he admires his Mummy’ Mum teased. I couldn’t believe my luck either seeing Mum playing the part of a mature slut so well.As his wanking speed increased Mum said ‘Stop that now and lay on the floor’. I wondered what she had in mind but the young porter duly obliged. Mum stood with one foot either side of his head facing towards his feet and lowered herself into a kneeling position to sit on his face and bury his head in her big nylon covered. The touch of it felt like small dancing orgasms swimming across my shoulder. We began to kiss and move against each other slowly, rubbing our bodies together to get the feel of the other person. Tentatively and eagerly becoming more sexual as we touched every part of our skin to every other part. Hands and lips roaming. There was an aura around us that I could feel. Nothing existed at that moment but us. My cock was hard and dripping. Still standing, I very slowly kissed my way down her body,. My legswere apart and he was between my legs, heavy on me. I didn't mean it,didn't plan it, but in a natural reaction my legs wrapped around him andsuddenly I was doing my best to hump up against him. My little penis,was still maddeningly flaccid, but it was tingling madly and I wanted tocome desperately. It all fuelled my movements until gradually I washugging him tightly to me, his cock stiffly between us rubbing teasinglyover my little panty enshrouded penis. So desperate was I to come,.