Momma's handjob

I’m watching my wife’s bus leave town, and since I have a three-day weekend now, I think: “I’m gonna watch porn, just like old times.”

I feel my dick stirring over the prospect of being someone’s sex toy for a couple of hours. I’ll get in the car and go to 30. Fenton Missouri, I gently rub my dick and think of hot mouths I’ve fed in the past. “Think I better get something to calm down,” I say, in the liquor store for a pack of cigarettes and half a pint of whisky. “This should calm me down and concentrate. I can’t come here…” and I step into the remote parking lot behind the adult theatre and arcade complex, and drink the whiskey

When I pay my admission to the theater, the clerk looks me up and down and smiles. Before I go to the theatre, I start by browsing various fetish and lesbian magazines. I can’t hear the older man and woman moving to both sides of me. He’s about my father’s age, and so is she. She’s in a business type skirt blouse and blazer combination, and leave a magazine between us. “Let me do that, ma’am.” I bid and squat to pick it up. Her pure to the waist jet black stockings are inches of my hands and I really want my hands up and down because tights is my big fetish. “Find something you like down there, baby?” She says in a low whispering voice. “Yes, but I can behave better.” She moves a little to rub her leg against my hand, and rubbing the mesh against my fingers almost makes me ready. When I get up and she sees my huge hard, sliding along the leg of my tight fading jeans, she says to the man “I think he will.” “Do you want some company in the theatre, son?” asked her husband. I nod. I don’t believe my luck. He’s incredibly male and straight, and she looks like a doctor, lawyer or teacher. Sexy women in positions of authority turn me on, and I nod again. He leaned in and whispered, “We’re gonna play role-play, I think you like it, what’s your name, son.”

I like how his wife rubs her crooked body and huge tits at me… Her hand brushes my dick and she rubs, gently. “We’ll be a happy family… Call us Mom and Dad, is that cool?” Her hand is now converting my balls. His lips brush my ear and I feel his hand on my thigh." How old are you? I’ll tell him I’m 20… And he rubs my dick with his wife. “Well, would pretend to be 18 today. What’s your son’s name? I look at Mom, and she kneels, obsessive to reach a magazine, but she essentially rubs her cheek to my dick, like a cat. I’m Bobby, Daddy. He smiles and tells me to calm down “your mother and I think it’s time you saw some of the exciting things adults do in bed. With my hand, Mama pulls me to the entrance to the theater, with poppa on our tail.

I sit between them, and Mom crosses her legs, finally show me her legs up to her ass, and her mouth sucks my neck, when Dad unzips me and pulls my jeans on my ankles. I feel Mommy’s hand rubs my dick while her tongue moves to my chest, sucks as she unties my shirt, her hand slowly pumps my dick. Daddy’s watching. “That’s right, honey, not too fast, Bobby can’t come yet. Her head nods, and my hand runs over her inner thighs, restoring the mesh of her silky nylons. Her hand pumps my dick when her tongue flickers over my hard nipples… And I sink deeper into the chair as she leans over me and pumps my 7 inch dick. “Your mother’s afraid you’re too tense, Bobby.” Her full lips suck my nipples, moan softly when she fucks me with her hand.

Now she sinks to her knees on the cum-sorted floor, caresses me, pumps my dick faster when she beats my balls. I look at her huge tits in her open blouse while her mouth swallows me whole, and she slips her finger up my ass. “Now you bring him closer,” says Dad, when Mom’s finger finds my prostate and she massages it as she sucks my dick. In and out I see my stiff disappearing into her throat, and I come and come. She drives on my dick, milks it while she fucks me with her finger. Dad says I have to meet them next week for a repeat, and I’m marking the time that’s left eagerly.