Leave me alone. Suddenly I had this image of Dave and Cara licking meatsauce off my chest and taking the flavor down to my pussy, making it richer and...oilier. "Fuck," I muttered under my breath. "Sorry dad, I have to go to the bog. I'll be back in 10." Everyone in the restaurant seemed a blur as I raced past and sat down on the toilet. I pulled my skirt down and I needed to cool myself off. My index finger slipped in and out of my pussy, I thought all kinds of thingsDavid and Cara watch me from. To relax you." I nodded and tried to remember to breathe. "That dress will do for this. You ready?" I swallowed hard and nodded.The studio was a large, dark room. A cloudy background of swirling blues and greys hung from the ceiling. Several bright lights were focused on a tall, wooden stool. The camera was a new digital camera. They were not that common then, and was the mark of someone on the cutting edge of photo technology. It was tethered to a computer by a long wire.I knew to take my. I was amazed I lasted so long. Maybe it was the thought in the back of my mind that this was my mum I was fucking that held me back, but when I did eventually cum, my hands on her heavy tits, her screaming with every thrust, it was the best climax I’d ever had! I collapsed on top of her, panting hard, my cock still hard inside her, She somehow rolled over on her back, keeping me inside her, and I started thrusting again, my balls slapping against her cummy cheeks. She pulled her legs up and put. She got up slowly and a little unsteadily. She backed up, turned and winked at me. She picked up my beer from the coffee table and took a sip looking back at Mark.Mark seemed suddenly uncomfortable. He was avoiding her gaze and mine. He shifted, then covered himself with his towel – wiping vigorously at his penis.My wife stood there and finished my beer. Completely unselfconscious – watching him. She looked at me, “He do okay?”I said, “He did great.”“I thought so too.” She belched. She smiled.