Bob turned to look at his mother.

Taking her other hand, he pulled her away, pulling the door almost closed.

"That's why they didn't see us, Mom," he said softly.

Susan squeezed her son's hand, looking at him with shining eyes. "How… long?" she asked.

"Not long," Bob replied.

"And you?"

He nodded his head.

"My God!"

Walking as if dazed, she let her son lead her to her bedroom. Her thoughts were in a turmoil she was seeing her daughter on her hands and knees, her youngest son fucking her with vigor, and Pamie loving it. She felt Bob pull her wraparound from her body, and she knew she was standing there completely naked, yet it seemed unreal. The rustle of Bob's shorts came to her, and she turned, looking at him.

Again his cock was hard, standing straight out, jerking slightly. Standing close to his mother, he cupped her tits in his hands, squeezing gently at them. When he pressed his lips to a nipple, Susan's body jerked. She clutched at her son's shoulders when he started sucking her tits, going from one to the other. She lifted her head up, moaning as his tongue licked, sending fire through her sensitive tits. She felt his cock probing at the hair of her cunt. Her legs opened. As his cock slipped along the slit of her cunt, she squeezed her thighs tightly. As he sucked at her tits he began sliding his cock back and forth. Susan felt his prick hot and hard between her thighs, sliding along the slit of her cunt. Yet it didn't seem real. This was what she had been imagining for weeks, never dreaming it would be so real.

"Not this way," she whispered, pulling from her son.

She moved toward her bed, with Bob watching. His eyes took in the lovely shape of her naked ass, her long thighs. Susan paused, her knees touching her bed, her gaze looking across it and out the window.