“I brought my other computer and paired it with Adams.” Mark grabbed my attention, from the live feed of my son’s perverted passion, to his babbling.
“We now have a remote view of his screen, what you see here is what he is looking at right now.”
I switched between looking at the two screens in front of me, when Mark took them and arranged them on a stand at the foot of the bed.
Three screens were now in front of me, one of my son stroking his cock, the other a slideshow of up skirt and candid shots of Annie’s and my bare pussy, from the shopping center today. The third was a live stream from Annie’s room. She had turned off the lights, but there was no hiding from her father’s HD equipment, soft music was playing in the background, while she played with herself in bed. She had her favorite hairbrush and that long glass vial of perfume in her hands. The brush was for her pussy, and she used the glass vial on her ass.
Grabbing me by the ass, Mark posed me, finally, doggie style, in front of the screens, and fucked me from behind.
I braced myself.
In this position, he can pound me relentlessly, and I was sure that he was going to.
Wet, horny as hell, I farted as he impaled me in one go.
Over the years there was no holding back between us, the fart triggered another flashback from my youth, because of the way I had grown up, I was able to spar with Mark in sex as an equal, not like some frustrated, resentful woman with issues. We explored our sexuality freely, picking and choosing whatever got our motor going.
Tonight, spying on our naughty children was taking us to new highs.
Ordinarily I enjoy every fraction on an inch of my husband’s cock as he drives it home into me, but tonight I didn’t even notice the pole that was being driven into me. I was so high from edging all day that the sensation of my pussy being torn apart was somewhere in the background of the incredible, mind-blowing orgasm that Mark had triggered in me with just his first touch of my aching sex.
I’m beautiful, busty, with an ass to die for, and I’m multiorgasmic, what can I say, housewives, eat your heart out.
My vision was dimming, I couldn’t see my gorgeous boy clearly as I eagerly awaited for him to spew his jizz all over the screen in front of him.
That fabulous tennis ball cockhead of Mark’s was plopping in and out of me, compressing the air in my pussy and bizarrely making it fart. I felt like a raw nerve, Marks slightest touch was producing such sweet pain holding me above the threshold of my climax.
I was cumming and cumming. Stiff in Marks grip, unable to fall on the bed.
I was drooling from every hole in my body, while tears of joy were running down my face.
A scream was muffled by my constricting throat as I felt the room go dark, again.
When I woke up the room was dark, the screens at the foot of the bed were moved away, Mark was asleep next to me.
My hair was damp from sweat and my thighs were sticky with combined cum and pussy juice.
My ass was convulsing.
I was wasted, but happy.
I pulled the covers over my naked body and fell asleep.