They were old panties; she had worn them in the hopes that this would happen. Shoving his crotch up to his hand at her ass, he pulled down his zipper... reached into his underwear, and pulled out his fat dick. Grabbing it at the root, he worked the head up and down her ass crack, and under, wetting himself on her flood of pussy juice. After getting sufficiently wet, he brought his bloated cockhead to her tight rosebud, and set his piss slit at the center of her shithole.With his mouth against. Why should she. She was happy now, and satisfied both sexually and mentally with this new relationship with her son."So my son fucks me... so what. As long as no one else find out what's the harm really."Janice looked into the face of her son as he laid sleeping. He looked so cute... so innocent. It was hard for her to believe he was the same person that had ridden on top of her like a wild-man for most of the night. So much had happened to her this weekend. So much had changed."Oh NO!". I couldn't find any except Brian of course. He only disliked her because he wanted her so bad.So then we started looking for guys who did like her. And we approached them differently. We led them to believe that because of the age difference between her and Dan that she wasn't getting enough sex and often had parties like this one to scratch her itch. Then we had guys coming out of the woodwork and had to hold it down to Brian his 2 friends and the 10 at my house.I liked the number 13, because. I had to sit down to remove the shoes and socks I had on for the same reason. Finally I stood again, bending over to slide my shorts off. When I stood erect again I was painfully aware that my cock was like a stick of wood, pointing at them like an old time dowsing rod which had found its target."I love it when it gets that way," said Emma, softly.There was a murmur of assent from her cohorts, as all three of them examined the evidence of my arousal. Suffice it to say it didn't matter what.