Moaning as her hips arched and her muscles spasmed, she would relax and then jump as another orgasm went through her.
I had all I could do to stand, my balls felt as though they had been sucked dry.
Reaching one hand over to stroke my bulging crotch, she smiled impishly and said, “Mom wants you to call her as soon as you get in the house.
Also, no playing around until Mom is home and can join us.”As soon as my bags were upstairs and emptied I grabbed the phone and dialed the bank, Mom answered the phone, “Wendy Jones, Vice-president, May I help you?
Mom was at work and in the middle of a major deal and told me that she would make up for not be able to pick me up at the Airport.
The crowded had thinned considerable and I stood up, grabbed my carry on and deplaned.
There was Sara, she had changed in the last 3 years and the only reason that I could recognize her was from the beautiful hair color and the dress that she told me she would have on.
Watching Mom masturbate as she watched her daughter suck her son off, turned me on to the point of no return.
As Sara locked her lips around the base of my dick head and stared to suck, I blew, jet after jet of heavy cum arched from my cock and into the waiting mouth.
Her dress was high enough to see that I could see she had hose and garters on instead of pantyhose.
I was getting a raging hard on just from looking at her.