As soon as she finished and was calming down, I told Andy it was time to take our whore upstairs and fuck her. My mother chimed in by saying, that she...wanted us to give her the fucking of her life.As we started upstairs, Andy turned to me and said that this was fucking unbelievable and I told him that he hadn’t seen anything yet and to wait until he saw my mother in action. My mother again chimed in by saying, that she was the best and was going to prove it. I told Andy that we were going to. “You won’t, so you’d better consider everything you do from now forward. But believe me, when you cross it, the hell that will rain down on you and all of the men you have been fucking will be incalculable.”With that I left the party and, instead of going to the Hampton, I went home. I figured that she would be pissed and that if she was going to fuck somebody, she would bring him home to our bed and leave me waiting at the hotel.I sat in the dark, drinking unsweetened ice tea. No beer or booze. ” I was at home and alone. And someone I'd never met who thought I was hot wanted me to talk and listen while she climaxed thinking about me. I could watch her, hear her every breath and groan. She held the camera close to her wetly glistening pussy lips and throatily whispered, “I think you're hot. Baby.” Watching her touch herself awkwardly, exploring and unsure, but pushing at her own inhibitions, began to send more shivers along my nerves, as if responding to some invisible sensual. She turned and asked me “You like heels don’t you? I said “Um yeah you could say that. It definitely gets me going.” I said with a smirk “I’ll have to remember that” she said raising a eyebrow. “Do you have any good pairs?” I asked. “A couple, not as many as Jen” she giggled. “But I’m slowly growing my collection.” Nudging her I said “Well you’ll have to show them off some time.” She gave me a bright smile with her cheeks getting a little blushed. “Yeah some day.”We sat and talked a little.