“Mommy will cum on her sexy son's cock! Mmm, just stroke that pathetic, little pecker while I ride your brother's dick!”“Yes!” panted Brad, sp...nking his cock in the background, flesh slapping flesh.I rose up my son’s cock, my pussy clenching about his dick, worshiping him as I swirled my hips. I stirred my snatch around him, making him groan into my tits. Then I slammed down him, taking his dick to the hilt.“Mommy!” he grunted.“Just let Mommy love you!” I groaned. I worked my hips faster,. .. in a way ... I was."You mean ... you want to ... you know ... have sex?" She seemed completely flummoxed by the idea."No ... I want to make love to my wife. I want to show you that I still love you and I'm not angry with you. It's been a long time since we did that, you know."She was speechless. My little surprise had completely baffled her."Yes ... if you want to," she finally managed."I want to if you want to," I said, my tone much more serious.She nodded, a small smile on her lips."Good. "Describing what happened to me last night as getting laid is like describing the finest seven course meal at the Grand Concourse as chowing down." Ha! Details! Give me details!" Pfft. A gentleman never tells. Especially not to brutish louts like yourself."Mark clutched his hand to his chest, "Brutish lout?! You wound me to the quick, sir. I may have to thumb my teeth at you." Heh. Good to see you're actually getting some use out of that English lit degree." It never hurts to bring out a touch. Then he put his hand under her chin, squeezed and looked deep in her eyes. Miss Jones saw a steely steady gaze, her eyes dropped, her pussy dribbled into her panties. Sir ordered Miss Jones to kneel, dropped his trousers and ordered her to suck. Miss Jones' blonde hair was soon in Sir's hands and her ears were soon rejoicing as Sir started speaking to her like a whore.'Where you should be, now, aren't you slutface Jones? Kneeling before your betters, being the whore you are. Keep those shoes.