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Mom regularly exercised and was able to match the pace I set her. Female voices exchanged laughs and then someone entered the cubicle adjacent to us and the door closed. Their lips came together and immediately tongues were thrust into the others mouth.

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The moment was too much and with the second flushing of the toilet I pumped my mother's mouth full of cum. Late afternoon I'd opened a bottle of white wine for my mother and I was sipping on a scotch. Amanda turned to my mother and asked, "Do you think he's had enough? "Daniel, language." Both women responded in unison. "The truth is I don't care what you do with Madeline. Just because we're not married doesn't mean I don't love you and want the best for you." I was flabbergasted. "Daniel, what I confessed to you the other day, I confessed to Amanda years ago. Who was I to judge the feelings of a mother for her son? Something I'd imagined nearly ten years before, something wonderful. I decided it was time to loose my rock hard cock from my pants, pulling them down mid thigh and began stroking to the lesbianism playing out before me.

I lifted her to her feet and kissed her mouth, tasting a mixture of my remaining unswallowed cum and her saliva. The black Mercedes pulled into the driveway behind my Range Rover and I watched at the window as Amanda eased her way out of the back seat. " My mom smiled back at her and then looked at me with an incredibly cheeky expression, "I think so," she replied. " I had no idea what was going on, one minute I was being browbeaten by my ex-wife, the next seeming to be made sport of by two sexy women. I looked to my mother who had made her way across the couch and now sat next to Amanda. I certainly wasn't happy about it but I can understand how she must have felt towards you." "Mom told you everything? Mom's top was next to come off followed by her skirt, leaving her dressed only in a white bra and pantyhose, no panties.

I placed an arm around her waist and drew her in alongside me as we strolled. I held the back of my mother's bobbing head as toilet paper was ripped from the holder and then a flush. We'd showered and I suggested what I'd like to see Mom wear. Their faces had edged closer and Amanda's hand had finally made it's way beneath my mother's skirt. My mother's denim skirt rode up around her hips and Amanda's right hand dug it's way inside her pantyhose to molest her pussy.

The next women entered and the scene played out again. I didn't recall ever even being in a women's toilet before and here I was, not only listening to the sound of these women urinating but also being given head by my own mother. White pantyhose without panties, a short denim skirt with white top and bra. She knew there was something going on," my mother reasoned. After Madeline told me what she'd done, I forgave her but made her promise to never speak of it again. Them sitting so close together, Amanda caressing my mother's thigh. I didn't know whether they had organized this somehow or it was a spontaneous situation but something was about to happen. "Oh my, sweety," Amanda responded, putting a comforting arm around my mother and continuing to run her hand up and down her thigh, inching higher with each stroke. Mom groped at Amanda's breasts and was soon fumbling to remove her silk cami from over her head, to reveal her black lace bra.

The real hurricane was named Amanda and she was approaching from the west.

If she took the company's jet she'd be here in the morning.I stood her up to vertical and turned her face to me to enable us to kiss.Her tongue stuck out, I sucked on it as I masturbated her clit from the front.Note to readers: This being the third chapter it may be hard to come in cold, please read 1 and 2 and I hope you enjoy. Yet they were all bluster, there would be no rain, no damage. Rolling in from the sea and illuminated by the city lights, the clouds looked heavy and menacing.In comparison my mother would win hands down and as opposed to then, on this occasion I knew my mother wasn't wearing panties underneath. Footsteps entered the toilets and my mother looked up at me and placed her index finger to her lips in a hushing gesture.

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