...It happened last night. The guys had all been debating whether Mom would ever really do anything or not. For the last two weeks, once we finished o...r soccer training, Jim, John, and Steve would come over and we would all strip down and soak in the hot tub and drink a couple of beers. College was a lot different than playing in High School.John noticed it first, on the second night that we were out. The bedroom blind parted just a little and if you watched carefully, you could see the motion. Myaunt had called her to rub her victory in my mother's face. My aunt wasin a very arrogant and aggressive mood and she listed everything flawedshe could find about my mother's husband and children and I came underattack. My aunt told my mother that I wasn't athletic and that I didn'tplay sports like her son, my aunt then said I was a sissy. After shehung up the phone my mother told me about this conversation andstrangely when my mother got to the description of the part of the phonecall when. I lay in a bed, or a quilt of some sort, possibly a sleeping bag or fur. The woman who lay beside me stirred slightly, shifting uneasily in her sleep, a small barely audible gasp escaping her supple lips. The lips fascinated me, and I focused upon them more than upon anything. Her lips seemed not only to be beautiful reaching appendages of her body and soul but also seemed a purpose, a reason. I noticed at this time that I too had lips, sticky and reaching, and felt an urge and desire to have. She held my cock with her hand and sat on it. She started riding it. This was a million times than wanking. I could help moaning when Grace increased her riding motion. I looked over to Carly but Grace grabbed my head and forced me to look at her while she was humping my dick."Who’s fucking you?" Grace asked in between moans."Grace" Call me mommy" Grace said."What!" What is mommy doing?" Fucking me" I said even though that was a pretty lame sex talk."Who's fucking you?" she asked"Mommy"Grace.