The band had just started playing when I got back to my seat, and a few couples began to drift toward the dance floor, Sherry and Rob among them. The ...and was very good, well known locally for performing at small venues and dance bars. They played a selection of covers, mostly classic rock and a smattering of country – the Eagles, Beach Boys, Alabama, Beatles, CCR, etcetera - and some newer stuff like Matchbox Twenty and other somewhat more contemporary rock bands. They had a male lead singer. I tiptoed upstairs in the dark. My mom’s door was closed. The moans were orgasmic now. I can hear the squeaking of the bedsprings in my mom’s bed. I slowly felt around for the doorknob. My dick was becoming harder. I discovered the doorknob and turned it slowly. Once the door was open, hot air hit me in the face. The vocals of my mom were no longer stifled by the closed door… they were as loud as ever. I looked inside my mom's room... one little nightstand light was on. Most of the room was. She gave his cock a friendly kiss. ‘So what now Jen?’ he said. (He’d never called her ‘Jen’ before, it was always ‘Jennifer’.) Suddenly, Jennifer held her head in shame, biting her lip. Oh no, what’s he thinking now, she thought to herself, it was just one of those things, it isn’t going to happen again. ‘Ah, I see, I get the message,’ Mr. King said, bending down to grab his shorts. It somehow seemed inappropriate now, for him to be standing there with his cock on full view in the presence of. ” After he went out, she got her night rail and robe on and went out after them. Samuel was following his master into the dressing room. Joyce was waiting patiently outside her bedroom door. “The dressing room, I think.” In the dressing room she drank her first cup before Joyce washed her face and her second while she washed her thighs. “Do we have anything I wore last summer?”“Not here, milady. I could get it from your old room.”“Never mind, then. A riding habit.” After breakfast, she.