As it was, the large punch bowl was now half empty. The three of them had put away at least a gallon of the stuff. Austin carefully picked up the bowl and took it back to the kitchen. He set it on the counter and admired his mother's barely-covered ass as it swayed back into her bedroom. Connie snuck up behind him, reaching around to pull his d**k out of his shorts again. She stroked it as she whispered in his ear.
"You know you are going to f**k me while she takes her nap, right?"
He groaned and turned his head. His mouth found hers and he gave her a quick, hot kiss.
"Oh, I am going to enjoy that," he said softly, "You want to help me put this punch into a pitcher real quick?"
That was a miscalculation, of course. As soon as Connie bent over to get a plastic pitcher out of that bottom
