Mrs. Anderson joins

Melissa reaches the bottom of the steps and runs up to me for a quick kiss before pulling away and looking up the stairs.

Mrs. Anderson is now coming down the stairs wearing the same uniform as Melissa. I may have had something to do with that. Why leave Mr. Anderson out of the fun when he and his wife could fuck like Melissa and me. In fact, everything works like they were our age as well. Mr. Anderson can get rock hard at a moments notice and Mrs. Anderson couldn't get wetter if she tried.

In stead of pulling her panties to the side like Melissa did, Mrs. Anderson flashed her tits and pulled up the skirt and slapped her ass. I was a little jealous of Mr. Anderson. While Melissa was at peak fitness for someone her age, she didn't have much fat on her like her hot Milf mom. She wouldn't jiggle as much during a rough pounding.

She went right to him once she was down the steps and embraced her lover. More than Melissa and I. All the knowledge and confidence of age and the libido of sexed up teenagers. She was even rubbing him through his pants and making his bulge grow so much larger than it was for when Melissa walked down the stairs.

"Melissa, take notes," I said putting my hand down her skirt and fingering her, "this is how a real couple starts things off."

Just my fingers weren't making her wet. Melissa was getting seriously turned on from just watching her parents go at it. I don't remember doing anything to make her feel this way towards them, but who was I to argue?

Mrs. Anderson dropped to her knees and pulled her husbands cock out of it's prison and started worshiping it with with a loud and sloppy blowjob.

Dang! I wouldn't be able to get that much pleasure with Melissa. Mrs. Anderson is going to make Melissa look like the most inexperienced virgin around.