. with her?" my mother screamed at myfather one day. I had gotten back from middle school one day, to find mymom yelling at my father for some reason....It wasn't until I turned thecorner, that I saw.... her. "Ms. Joanna?" I uttered softly, seeing herin a rather embarrassing state of undress. She saw me, and turned awaywith a clear look of shame. "Oh, Tim, you need to go up to yourroom.....I still need to talk to your father about this whole....mess!"my mother commanded as she led me up to my. Prior to Thanksgiving, we had been together about 10 times (more and more often) and he brought a recent blood report and condoms every time.Several weeks ago at Thanksgiving, after much prior discussion, we (actually I) gave ourselves to him completely, so now he uses both of us as the mood strikes him, his sons, or his friends, which puts me back in the cleaning business. (The boys and his friends must still use condoms.)Two years ago I got caught up in some last minute business and let her. ”I didn’t know what to make of my mom’s anguished expression. Was she angry with me? Disappointed? Disgusted? Could she ever forgive me for doing something so depraved. At least she had the excuse of not knowing what she was doing. I had no such defense to hide behind. My perversion was inescapable and plainly obvious to every one of us.“Don’t be sorry.” Mrs. Randall was still playing with herself - a lurid display of self gratification that was impossible to look away from. “She enjoyed every. I never knew how she did it, but she could work her tongue around a cock even as it was opening her throat. I could tell by this poor guy’s face; she was working him good.As I watched, she rolled over on her back with his cock still in her mouth. It was a sight to behold. Her breasts were standing high as she hung her head over the edge of the bed. The nipples are sticking out thick and hard. She had spread her legs wide for balance, and with the camera positioned above the bed, I could see her.