Foreword
I was out on the balcony and it was getting cold, so I turned to get back through the French window into Mom's room.
But then I saw what was going on in Mom's room.
She had cousin Cal on the bed and she was kissing all the way up his legs, kissing and licking all the way up the inside of his legs until her head was right between his thighs, right at his crotch.
She rubbed her palm over his cock as it lay against his belly, and she caressed it until I could see his come stuff sliding down the shaft.
And then she held his cock up and jerked him off just a little with her fist.
He was as hard as he could get.
And then she lowered her mouth around his upright, foaming prick.
One of her hands kept playing with his balls and the other hand was in a loose fist around the base of his rod and every time her mouth slid up the shaft she would slide her fist up the throbbing hard flesh too, so that his slippery prick was always surrounded by the tender grip of her fist or by her sucking mouth.
Mom could tell he wasn't going to be able to hold back his come long, so she let his cock slide from her mouth and she spread her legs and straddled his come-filled cock.
I wondered if what I saw was going to traumatise me for life.
And then I stopped wondering if I was going to be traumatized and starting wondering if I was going to get pneumonia standing out on that windy penthouse balcony.
Because they obviously were going to be at it, one way or another, for a long, long time.