'Sit on the bed beside him Jo', she suggested, 'he won't bite'.I did as she bade as she pulled screens around the bed where we were, until they were c...osed and cocooned us.I felt a little uncomfortable sitting there on the edge, as if trying to understand mother's thinking. The old man had eased himself closer to my body and I could feel him press against my hips, with a slow rhythmic pushing.Mother saw my discomfort and immediately suggested I talk to him and tell him my secrets, her eyes. She didn't find my finger but rather my cock. Which she took with a small whimper she broke off our kiss and push back and taking me to the base of my shaft, she sat there a moment feeling me inside her and then began to rock back and forth on me. She increased the speed and her moan became a small cry, with a need to orgasm, she looked at me pleadingly as if I could do something to pushed her over the edge, I took hold of her breast and pulled her gently but firmly down and kissed her again in. "Oh my fucking god you guys oh my fucking god, ohhhhhh my god."Stacy grabbed Whitney's left tit and frigged herself to completion, too. She didn’t say anything but just made faces and little moans.Finally, Whitney said something."Sit down on this couch, Trent. And play that fucking thing again." Whit went to the kitchen for a second, found the scissors, and cut some of the fishnets around her snatch.I sat between Stacy and Melissa, my ramrod cock oozing fluids down the shaft. Missy managed to. But I thought your full breasts will cause discomfort later.” (moving my palms over her breasts slowly)Di – “I will manage. Don’t worry too much.”Me – “Huh.” (shocked at her response and she started laughing)Di – “You can’t fool me.” (laughing again)Me – “Alright. You caught me. Now let me finish your milk.”I started looking eagerly at her upper breasts popping out of her blouse. I held her straps and she held my hand in fear. I stopped and started pulling my hand depressed. But she didn’t let.