I caught my Mum sucking another man's cock, Mrs Stater.

Mrs Stater, I went home at lunchtime to get my leotard for ballet with Mr Cunninglinguist, for three hours after school tonight.

Mrs Stater, when I opened the front door I caught my Mum sucking a bloke's cock.

She was seated on the stairs, Mrs Stater, about three treads up.

She was topless, Mrs Stater.  More precisely, she was EFFECTIVELY topless.  She still had on a little smoked-black, underwired, transparent bra but the bloke had her tits out over the top of it.

She had on one of those calf-length, floaty summer skirts that she likes, Mrs Stater, with an arched hemline, to draw men's eyes, at her age, to her lower legs, you know.

Mrs Stater, the bloke was stark naked.  His clothes were thrown on the floor next to his shoes.

Mrs Stater, the man's big, hard cock was in my Mum's mouth.  Well, not quite right in her mouth, Mrs Stater.  His, very purple, rim was just at her lips, kindofthing; where he could see what she was doing to him, like, so he could see her saliva on it.

Mrs Stater my Mum was making groaning noises, a bit muffled, granted, but she was clearly getting off on going down, if I can use those expressions with you, Mrs Stater.

Mrs Stater, the man was just standing there with one hand behind Mum's head, smiling under his black moustache.

Mrs Stater, my Mum was masturbating herself with her middle finger on her left hand.  Her legs, Mrs Stater, were, naturally, spread wide.  And I mean WIDE, Mrs Stater.

My Mum had on a nice pair of stockings, Mrs Stater.

I didn't know that my Mum went to the beautician, Mrs Stater, for down-below, if you know what I mean.  I thought she was too old for that kind of thing.

Neither did I know, Mrs Stater, that she had a little flower tattoo on her upper, inner right thigh.

Mrs Stater, my Mum had put on new perfume.  She smelled wonderful.

Mrs Stater SHE WAS GOING SUCKING MAD!

Mrs Stater, that Mrs Chargehand wifie that you are pals with was parked outside the house, obviously in on it and waiting to give my Mum, or the bloke, a lift.

Mrs Stater, I CANNOT predict what my Dad will do when he finds out.  They've been together for more than 30 years.  Mrs Stater, that's a lifetime, isn't it?

Mrs Stater, YOU know my Dad.  YOU know what he is like.  YOU know how his mind works.  YOU know what he is capable of.  What do YOU think my Dad will do...to the two of them...to the three of them?