Mark could see it too. He said, "do you want it in your mouth?" My husband quietly said yes. As I had before Mark said, "yes, what?" My husband stamme...ed "yes, sir". Mark directed him to crawl over and start sucking. He did, we both sucked and licked his shaft, licked his balls. Huge turn on. Mark pulled me up on the couch with him. I sat there with him stroking my breasts and watched my husband go to work on his cock. It was amazing how much of Mark's cock he could force down his throat. He. Soon, I felt the throbbing and pulsating of his dick as he thrust all the way in, pouring his seed inside of me. When he pulled out there was the sound of air pushing out, followed by his cum. Malcolm wasted no time putting his shorts back on, telling me to put the negligee on the bed. He walked out and I got dressed, still feeling his cum dripping out of my ass.When I got into the living room, he was drinking a beer."Thanks," I said."No problem," he said in his deep voice, getting up to open. As I searched each drawer I could feel my cock stiffening, the anticipation and excitement of the feeling of her most secret possessions wrapped around my cock was raising my sexual excitement. Would her panties match the quality of her bras, what would they feel like against my hot skin. Would my cock slide easily through the material as I stroked. Would there be any remnants at all of her femininity, her scent or her excretions that would give me a hint of what a real woman smells and tastes. And to me, the disheveled, drenched and sticky woman on her knees before me was the most beautiful my mother had ever been. I knelt beside her and she took my head in her hands and tipped it back. She leaned over and I could see her face close up, she was dribbling cum, their were bubbles of it between her lips and a drop ran down her chin, there were lines of white all over her face and into her hair, a large drop on her long eyelash. She opened up my mouth and, from her position leaning above.