My reverie was abruptly jarred to an end as he suddenly made a strangled noise, “Mom, what's happening to me? I..Ngh...I feel...so..ANGH!” And ...e came, oh how he came! I noticed first that his nuts abruptly tightened, heaving all the way up his dangling, long scrotum to cleave close to the base of his cock, an impressive trip for the hefty testes to make given the length of the journey and they parked against the bottoms of my tits as grunted and groaned. His cum-slit. " I know Nikki, but, this could be the greatest Bacchanalia since you were the centerpiece. This beauty shouldn't be wasted." I don't know if I could do it."I wondered if Nikki had given him an inclination that we were adventurous."Ok, no pressure my dear. You're our guests. Please be comfortable. Now Nikki tell me again what that rascal Felipe told you about our guest? You know Tim, I've always suspected Felipe was straight and put on the gay act so he could get his hands on the most famous. The older I got the more obsessed I became with the thought of sleeping with my Mother. My fantasies shifted from cheerleaders and hot blondes to my forty-three year old blue-eyed, chestnut-brown-haired Mother. She didnt help any either. She was a real estate agent and always dressed-up in skirts and heels. Both of which had become fetishes of mine, probably because I grew up seeing them on the hottest woman I knew. I was a sixteen when I started giving my Mom foot massages after a day at. In the whole time we had been married That hadn't happened. At least not with me. She seemed to take great pleasure in telling me that there had been two, no three other REAL men. And they had made her scream. She sent me to out room with a clear instruction on what I was to wear to bed. My new chemise.I left with my cheeks burning red in humiliation. I went straight to bed. Still hungry and fell to a fitful sleep. I was woken around 1:30 am. There was giggling fumbling at the door. Drunken.