Just as predicted, Steve slipped his hand under Mom’s skirt. “Let’s go find somewhere more comfortable.” Almost before the words were out, she was on her feet and heading for the stairs with Steve hard on her heels.
“I told you!” Glenda exulted. “I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist!”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “I had the same thoughts in the car when I asked her if she wanted to. She said she wasn’t sure, and that usually means she does.”
She stood up abruptly and pulled me to my feet. “Come on, I want to see this!”
I needed no persuasion, and we took the stairs two at a time, reaching the bedroom just in time to hear Mom gasp, “Now Steve, Now!”
They had been too impatient to undress properly, and Mom was leaning over the bed, her panties pushed down to her knees and her skirt up around her waist, whilst Steve, with his pants around his ankles, grasped her dangling tits as he drove into her. It felt a bit weird seeing my Mom’s cunt filled with another man’s cock, but she was so obviously enjoying it that I couldn’t have been happier for her.
I felt something being pressed into my hand, and I looked down in surprise at Glenda’s briefer than brief panties – no more than a tiny triangle of lace, connected to an only slightly larger triangle of satin, by an inch and a half wide strip soaked in her pussy juice. I had been so absorbed in watching my Mom being fucked, that I hadn’t noticed Glenda taking them off. Stuffing them into my pocket, I turned to her and gaped. She had taken advantage of my distraction to remove more than just her briefs, and she was wearing only a smile and her short black skirt.
Almost mesmerised, I watched my hands lift themselves to stroke her high firm tits, as she pulled up her skirt to reveal her pussy, before she unfastened my pants and squeezed my throbbing boner. “Do you want to use this on me, or are we going to waste it?”