“But I’m not 38. I’m only...”. Lisa let out a gasp, “STEVEN!” Lisa had just realized he hadn’t put her age. It was her bra size. “How ...o you boys even know...” She paused and then let out a sound of disgust, “Oh!!”.Lisa took a feeble swat at Steve that was easily dodged, “Relax! No one knows it’s you.”“Yea, Mom. It’s not like Dad’s going to go anywhere near this computer.” Josh was right. His dad worked as a trucker, and usually only made it back one or two days a week. He wanted nothing to do. I just let out this continuous low growl as he kept chugging, ‘Uh … uh … uh …’over and over. Every once in a while I’d hear the ‘whop’ sound of the flogger on Mike’s skin that sent an extra jolt to his rhythm. The ‘whop’ sound kept coming more frequently and his spasmodic jolts kept getting stronger until he plunged as deep as he could, stiffened, and shot his hot load inside of me. My elbows slipped to the floor and I suddenly realized how sore and exhausted but how totally blown away I was by. Now I held onto her hips and rocked it in deeper, just like I imagined a boy fucks. Kurt and Grandpa, Red and Blue stood close behind us, but the mostly-Japanese tourists soon spotted what we were doing and all swung their cameras around to photograph us rather than the amazing views of London. Grandpa lifted my skirt, so they could get a clearer view; one guy even laying on the floor to video the blue dildo sliding in and out of Kit's beautiful backside.Red knelt between her legs and sucked. I needed more. Boldly, I moved, slowly, still fake snoring, moving to my back and letting my middle-aged legs splay open, knowing the view it was giving my son as he pulled back, startled, frozen in fear. But I pulled the sheet up over my face, as if doing so in sleep, and continued to make snoring sounds, ensuring the ruse continued.After many long moments to be sure, Bobby lay between my thighs, inhaling my musky scent of my unshaved pussy, pecking my thighs with little kisses, bites and long.