Chapter 9

I was a kid in a candy store, not only did I have all these sex tapes of my friends parents but I held the keys to a lot of hidden and apparently tax free money. I had read all the stories so I had made sure that everyone knew that there were letters naming names and account numbers ready to be mailed if I didn't check in monthly with an out of town law firm.

Now I had been fucking John's mother for a while, he didn't know it and she was scared I would tell on her, I kept trying to talk John into trying mother fucking and he kept baulking. One day I convinced him to tag alone on a mommy fuck as I called them.

I knew we would have Bob's mom all to ourselves for the afternoon I proceeded to show John the fun of owning an older woman. When Mrs Wesley saw I was with someone she cautiously let us in. "Mrs. Wesley you must know John, his mom is Rose Brewer."

Oh the look on Lynne's face told me she had a good idea of what was coming.

"Well boys, I'm sorry Bob isn't here, I'll tell him you were here."

"That's all right, we really came to see you. Why don't you get us something to drink, coke, iced tea, maybe you'll want something stronger." As she went to get ice and glasses I could tell she knew something was going on that she wasn't going to like, and John's eyes were getting bigger, he couldn't believe how Lynn was doing what ever I asked her. I watched as Lynn poured herself a vodka and hesitated and then poured more vodka into her glass. We were all sitting at the table and I thought I would get the conversational ball moving. "Mrs Wesley, I've been telling John about our arrangement, and how nice you are. He just doesn't believe me. Why don't you come over here and give me a kiss?" The look on her face was as good as a spanking and almost as good as a blow job. "Well?" She slowly got up and came around the table to lean over and give me a peck on the cheek. I grabbed a wrist and pulled her into my lap. Soon I had a decent amount of tongue in her mouth and had a good sized pinch of side fat off her ribs in between my thumb and forefinger. I knew she'd remember how painful that could be, I pulled away and for John's benefit I casually asked, "Say you wouldn't mind taking off your shirt and showing us your boobs, would you?" I further punctuated that with a little pressure from that pinch.

"No, If that's what you'd like, Paul", and she went into that cross handed draw that women use to peel off their shirts. As usual a very nice looking bra, frilly, a sexy cut in bright Kelly green, that looked fantastic against her summer tan. And the summer tan looked even better with Lynne's blush, or was it a flush of excitement? This whole group of women had no secrets from me, I had DVDs and tapes of them in several group and bi sex situations. I had long ago demanded that all my women wear good looking undies. No real hardship for any of them. A lot of women just fall into the idea of cheap throw away cotton sets. But with a little prodding all women like to look hot.