I grab a hold of my mother's forearm, my other hand joining my mother's at Corporal Kinte's equipment, and I lead her, and we both lead Corporal Kinte, off the dance floor and to the bathroom. I look around and am relieved to see that nobody seems to have noticed our display on the dancefloor nor does anyone seem to take head of our retreat to the toilet. As soon as the bathroom door is shut and locked behind us, I am manhandling mom. I push myself against her, making out with her furiously. She doesn't resist as I passionately make-out with her against the door, the wall, the bathroom counter. Corporal Kinte is feeling both of us up, groping our asses and titties and rubbing our coochies through the thin fabrics of our slutty little costumes. I too let my hands roam my sexy pig mommy's hot little body.
Corporal Kinte is crouching low now, and he pulls my costume aside exposing my pussy, my asscrack, my tight little butthole. And that is where he chooses to focus his attention, a tongue flicks forth from his mouth and dances upon my asshole as mine and my mother's tongues too dance madly. I lean down and squeeze my mom's hard nipple between my wet lips and she makes an encouraging noise. I grunt as Corporal Kinte uses a finger to rub and penetrate my wanting tushie. We hear a knock on the door. A voice comes from the other side, "Are you almost done in there? I've really got to go!" I look over and see that there is another door in the bathroom, connecting it to the adjacent spare bedroom. |