Slipping carefully out of bed, wearing only her t-shirt – having discarded her panties early in the night because her little cunt had gotten too hot – Cheri crept to the door to listen.

"I decided to take you up on your invitation." The deep voice sent shivers of pleasure down Cheri's spine, straight into her crotch.

"I'm glad you did." Neva's voice sounded soft, sexy. "Does your wife know where you are?"

"I don't even know where she is. And I don't care. I told her that I never wanted to see her again."

Things became so quiet that Cheri had to crack the door. She couldn't bear not knowing what was going on, and she wanted a look at the owner of that deep, passionate voice.

She was disappointed when she finally got the door open enough to see what was going on. They were simply sitting on the couch.

"You can't be too comfortable with all those clothes on," Neva murmured, rubbing her hair against Bill's clean-shaven face. "I know I'm sure getting hot, and all I've got on is this thin gown."

Cheri grinned, holding the laughter which bubbled inside her, at the look on Bill's face.

"I do feel a little warm. And my pants are suddenly too tight."

As Neva moved her hand over to stroke the bulge in Bill's pants, Cheri almost moaned at the throb she felt in her little cunt.

"It does feel tight." Neva smiled. "If you could just get that out, we'll both feel better."

Squeezing her legs together in an attempt to stop the pain of pleasure in her crotch, Cheri watched them twist and turn, getting out of their clothes. The moment they were naked, Neva took the biggest hard-on Cheri had ever seen in her hands.

"Does that feel good?"

"Mmmmmm!" Bill moaned, dropping his face to kiss Neva's full lips. His right hand was kneading and stroking Neva's full tits. Cheri couldn't see his other hand, but when she realized it was between her mother's legs, she moved her own hand down to pet her own curly cunt-hair.