Momma's handjob

I see that my wife's bus leaves town, and as I now have a three-day weekend, so I think "Guess I'm going to see some porn, like old times."

I feel like my dick moves to the prospect of being someone's sex toy for a few hours. Entering the car and going down "30" to Fenton Missouri, I rub my dick gently and think of hot mouths that I have fed in the past. "You think I'd better get something to calm down," I mean, get in the liquor store for a pack of smokes and a half-pin of whisky. "This should calm me down and concentrate. You can't roast here." and I get into the separate parking lot behind the adult theater and the arcade complex, and I drink the whisky.

Paying my admission to the theatre, the secretary looks at me up and down and smiles. Before I go to the theater, I begin to pass several fetish and lesbian magazines. I don't hear the older man and woman move anywhere from me. It's about my father's age, and so is she. He's in a combination of business and blazer skirts, and he leaves a magazine between us. "Let me get that, ma'am." I offer you, and I bow to pick it up. His shed to the waistband the black socks are from my hands and I really want to run my hands up and down, as the pantyhose is my biggest fetish. "Did you find something you like down there, baby?" says quietly whispering. "Yes, but I'd better behave myself." He moves slightly to rub his leg against my hand, and the mesh rubbing against my fingers almost makes me cum. When I get up and she sees my huge hard on, slipping through the leg of my tight jeans, she tells the man "I think it will." "Do you want company in the theater, son?" asks her husband. I'm seated, not believing my good luck. It is incredibly masculine and straight, and it looks like a doctor, lawyer or teacher. Attractive women in positions of authority excite me, and seat again. It rests and whispers: "We're going to play a role game I think you'll like, what's your name, son."

I like how your wife is rubbing her curly body and huge tits against me... her hand brushes my dick and rubs gently. "We're gonna be a happy family... call us mom and dad, is that great?" Your hand is now holding my balls. His lips brush my ear and I feel his hand in my thigh." How old are you?" I tell him I'm 20. And he rubs my dick with his wife. "Well, I was gonna pretend you're 18 today. What's your name, son? I look at Mom, and she's kneeling, obstinately to get to a magazine, but actually, she rubs her cheek against my dick, like a cat. "It's Bobby, Dad." Smile and tell me to calm down "his mother and I think it's time for you to see some of the exciting things that adults do in bed. Taking my hand, Mom takes me to the theater entrance, with poppa near our tails.

I sit between them, and Mom crosses her legs, finally letting me see her legs to her ass, and her mouth sucks my neck, while Dad wastes me and throws my pants on my ankles. I feel Mom's hand rubbing my dick, while her tongue moves to my chest, sucking while she bouncing my shirt, her hand slowly pumping my dick. Dad, look. "That's right honey, not too fast, Bobby can't semen yet. His head matches the knots, and my hand runs over his inner thighs, savoring the mesh of his silky nylons. Her hand pumps my dick while her tongue sticks through my hard nipples and plunges me deeper into the seat, while she leans on me, pumping my 7-inch dick. "Your mom's worried you're too tense, Bobby." His full lips suck my nipples, moaning gently as he fucks me with his hand.

Now she sinks to her knees on the floor full of cum, strangles me, pumping my dick faster while she looks at the balls. I look at her huge tits for her open blouse while her mouth swallows me whole, and she sticks her finger in the ass. "Now, you're getting closer," says Dad, as Mom's finger finds my prostate and she massages it while sucking my dick. In and out I see my hardon disappearing through his throat, and I cum and cum. She rides my dick, milking as she fucks my ass with her finger. Dad tells me to see them next week to repeat it and I'm marking the time that's anxiously left.