My chest rose and fell. Mom panted as she worked her hand up and down my dick.“Mom,” I groaned.“I know,” she said. “You’re horny. This wil... help you out, okay?”“Yeah.” My chest grew tighter. “Damn, that hand...”She pumped up and down my cock with such stroking intensity. It was incredible. I groaned at it. My heart pounded in my chest, pumping wild blood through my veins as my mother stroked me. She built and built that ache at the tip.My fantasies crashed into the reality of her hand. My balls. "I'll do myself at the same time. That'll make it easier," Pat soothed. She guided Maggie's hand to her labia. "I'm doing it to myself right now," Pat assured her.Pat watched as Maggie finished herself off. It didn't take long. Maggie tensed her muscles and held her breath. Her orgasm took about five seconds. After it passed she relaxed and slowly exhaled. She kept her eyes closed all the while."Doesn't that feel better?" Pat asked, already knowing the answer."Yes." Maggie admitted. "But I. All three of us have been talking online since I got back to New Zealand and we are super keen for a night of fucking and sucking. Antony gave Trev and I the direction to one of the few gay clubs in town and we agreed to meet at 11pm (there was a rugby game on that night). We even had a place in the club to be near to find each other - although we had exchanged pics online.I was running a little late (was drinking and watching the rugby somewhere else - gay clubs don’t tend to have too much. . And now I am going to my best friend's apartment, dressedin such embarrassingly sissy things, gagged, penetrated, with my own cumdrying on my face, the smell of it, mixed with the smell of my wife'spussy filling my nose, driving me crazy...I am doing it! And I am both scared and eager to do that! Moaning from thealmost unbearable penetration, discomfort and horniness, I reveled inapprehension and anticipation of another upcoming humiliation. I am ahumiliation whore, and there is no better.