It felt amazing. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She'd bounce her globes up and down my shaft and then stop just long enough to lean down and polish my knob with her hot mouth. I knew it was only a matter of minutes until I'd cum down her throat again. I moaned louder. I couldn't handjob even pretend to be surprised when Rachel came around the corner. I knew I was being loud. She was wearing the black panties and red satin blouse she'd worn the night before. Her mouth was wide open and her eyes looked like saucers. Mom spoke before Hardcore Rachel could say a thing. "This young boy's cock is too much for one woman," Mom said casually. "Why don't you get over here and help me, Rachel?" It was almost funny to watch the gears asian in Rachel's pretty little head turn. She was expecting us to jump or act guilty as if she'd unexpectedly caught us doing something wrong. We were doing something wrong, Mother and Son doing incest. She thought we would cover up. Instead, Mom's cool, confident demeanor and my utter indifference took her by surprise. You could see it in her pale blue eyes as she went from shocked to puzzled to somewhat curious. Finally she shrugged and smiled. "This fetish doesn't feel right," she said. "But what the hell. Just like college, right?" Part of me couldn't believe what was happening. But the other half had never doubted that Mom would pull it off. She could probably japanese convince a prude to forget her morals. And Rachel was a long way from a prude. Rachel plopped down on the couch next to me and leaned in close. Of course! Dopamine handjob ignited all the Hardcore receptors in my brain. He put his arms around me and hugged me. I wondered if he knew or if he was just reacting to a little girl on him that felt a lot like his daughter. She wanted, no, needed Kelly to be there for it when she finally stole her youth away from her. Bryan looked back at her and considered. No ALWAYS means no. “Pound her. She was also fingering herself, if I was hard before I became harder as if my cock was going to leave japanese me. And hey, you didn’t think this was the first year that we stopped checking the speeches by coincidence , did you?” she winked. Her life blended into the ruby's scarlet hue. Tabitha, Sally, and Sissy went in the back room, and I could hear all kinds of noise back there. When we’d both finished our beers, Gary stood up and told me, “Okay, let’s go wash up and then you can assume the position.” He said, pointing to where he’d been lying. I was starting to relax quite well, and even feeling a little aroused, so when someone asked to see some of the ‘dance’ routine, and most of the people there supported him, I stood up and got into asian some of the poses. My dress went back down, and a few seconds later, she let my hand down and closed the gap between us. Grumbling about not having an actual fetish bath to soak in. she almost missed the Big teak wood square just off the back deck.