I am really not sure how to start this story. Do I tell you who I am? I guess there is no harm in telling you about myself right? Well, my name is And...ea, but everyone calls me Andie. In fact, when people call me Andrea, it gets me a little bit angry. I know its my name, but I hate it. However, I am sure you are not reading my story to hear about how much I hate my name, so I will get back on with it I suppose. I am seventeen years old, though my story takes place a few months ago, when I was. As we got up to leave the bar I noticed several couples pairing off and leaving for their rooms. Susan led me into a small room almost like a store room. It was dimly lit with a sofa facing a mirror. The mirror was one way and Susan told me that the people inside the room couldn't see us. The room was nothing special just a king size bed with a chest of drawers either side. But sat on the bed was my wife holding a glass of wine. John soon entered and began chatting to my wife as Susan pulled. “Ahh… Son, are you crazy? I told you we can’t have sex anymore. Pull your dick out of me and get off of me. Ahh…” Mom yelled.“Ahhh… Stop it, get off of me now, NO, son, stop it! Ahh… Ahh…” Mom demandedShe tries to push me off of her but I kept her down firmly on the bed and increased speed on my strokes on her pussy. Mom couldn’t resist me any longer and finally gave in to her pleasure and started moaning out sounds of enjoyment. “Ahhh… I can’t take it anymore. I really want you so bad. Fuck me. Marge and Sarah were in sync and moving rapidly. The harder Sarah pushed the more she felt the pending explosion. Marge stopped lifted her head and howled. Sarah gave one last thrust. They both collapsed with two massive orgasms. Dad cheered. Sarah removed the strap-on. She had enough for a while. Kelly another of the women was stroking Matt’s cock. Mom put the strap-on on and went over to Kelly. Mom pulled Kelly up out of the chair on to the center of the floor. She pulled Matt up next. Mom.