“No, Mom, I’ll just have a bowl of cereal,” I said as I went to the cupboard for a bowl.As I opened the silverware drawer to get a spoon, I felt...mom behind me. She reached around my waist and gave me a hug. Then her hands slipped down and went inside my boxers and she had one hand on my dick and the other reaching down for my balls. “Oh, Mom,” I said, “that feels so good. It feels so much different when someone else touches you.”She stroked my dick and fondled my balls for a couple of. It was where McKayla and I had our first date. They knew us by name and never gave us menus. We had celebrated anniversaries and birthdays and graduations there. When McKayla died, they sent more flowers and food than we ever could have needed, and refused to take a penny from me. When I tried to slip some money to one of their employees afterwards, I found out they gave it to Hospice in McKayla's name.So when I asked if Maureen and I could reserve one of their back dining rooms for lunch, they. She was stunning. She was wearing a nice blue dress with one killer cleavage. Me and Pedro, of course, started taking more notice and whispering to one another in the kitchen as she was outside in the lounge. We mentioned the fact that her tits were looking so delicious and we would love to just suck and tit fuck them so bad. We both wanted to cum all over them. As we were whispering, she walked in the kitchen and overheard one of our comments. She, also drunk, pretended to be offended at first. They were the only ones left. “Come here you randy cunt, let’s fuck”. In the small room, labelled ‘reading’, he pushed her over a table, dragged her panties down, lifted her blouse, freeing her attractive tits and rammed his cock up to his balls in that well haired cunt. He had time, so it was a slow and deserving fuck. Every thrust resulted in her gasps or groans as he ravished her. He was rough with her tits but she made no objection even though they were noticeable red after he emptied his.