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Another lightning flash and boom thundered the sky. Why my mother was still so dismissive of her relevance I couldn't figure but when she suggested we go for a jog together to relieve some stress and recover from the alcohol, I agreed. At the door she let go of my hand and walked in alone."See, that was beautiful Daniel and now you've provided fireworks. And why wouldn't I when I saw what she'd be wearing? After only seconds she returned, took my hand again and led me inside and into the closest cubicle.

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Mid-run we slowed to a walk to hold hands, talk and occasionally kiss, as other joggers and couples passed us. " She asked as we neared a cafe and public toilet block. I heard a toilet seat being lifted and then momentarily the hiss of her pissing into the toilet bowl all the while talking to her friend. He takes my panties too, and chastises me if I'm wearing the wrong ones." Mom seemed to be relishing the chance to tell Amanda the things we'd done and I couldn't deny any of it, it was all true. My mother was making out with another women directly in front of me, as I just sat there mouth agape.Her feet spread shoulder width, I had easy access to her sex and began by kissing then sucking the hood over her clitoris. " She implored and I responded, slurping my way up to her tight little sphincter and poking my tongue inside. My finger deep inside her ass and my face in her cunt I pulled my throbbing cock from the fly of my pants and began jerking off.My tongue found her jewel and began it's rhythmic stimulus, my nose pressed firmly between the folds of her labia. She must have been watching me from above as she almost shouted down at me, "Oh yes Danny wank your dick. I was so horny I felt with a few more strokes I'd cum and waste my sperm all over the floor of the balcony. I don't know about you, but I do what my mother tells me.With the other hand she reached behind and spread her right cheek, providing an unrestricted view of her anus and glistening vagina."Now come and show your mother how much you love her baby!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.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.Ever so slowly I entered my mother's asshole and she accepted her son's dick with a sigh, followed by a moan of pleasure.I was unsure whether my mom had experienced anal before that moment but if she hadn't, she handled it like a pro.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.