I didn’t want to really go farther than watching Velvet have sex or being near her as we got fucked, but John was paying us $2500 dollars to fulfill...his dreams and we had both decided to bypass our aversion to becoming intimate in order to make a large amount of money. If this worked out and we were comfortable with the act, we had decided that we would start billing ourselves as a mother and daughter duo and that it would get us more referrals and a much higher pay rate. My mom had told me. Though I could see she was reluctant she again sat down astride me, so here I was with my dick nestling between her legs on her pussy, with her panty still on, and she rubbing and pinching my nipples. I could make out there was wetness between us but was not sure if I was lubricated or she was wet, I thought the best way was to be bold and placed my hands on her hips holding her tight to me. She squirmed a bit but I held on. Now looking at her I said, Shailly you are also wet, so you are also. I don't speak their colloquial shorthand for Highway events, and I clearly don't share their intense interest for anything happening on The Highway, and nothing off of it.The only times I've tuned into the 24-hour Highway coverage channels have been in the days leading up to each of my trips here. As for the regulars, I find them rather cliquish and standoffish, as though too much close contact with someone like me might contaminate them with ideas that there's more to this world than a few. ”Mom said, “His father used to have that same affect on me but it sounds like my son may be better. I’d sure like to try him out for myself.”Shocked I asked, “I can fuck you too Mom?”Mom replied, “Yes, you can and if you want to I will let you call it fucking, but only in front of me. If your father is around you should call it sex or love making.”Stunned I asked, “What do you mean…if Dad is around? Shouldn’t I just keep my mouth shut?”Mom said, “I will have to tell your father about you.