She stood transfixed at the intensity in my eyes and was confused. I instinctively put my hands around her and pulled her into me. She resisted instin...tively by putting her hands on my chest I pulled her with greater force and kissed her hard and started slobbering her with my kisses. She was mumbling weak protests and slowly gave in. I started squeezing her breasts and her nipples from above her shirt and also started squeezing her bums very hard. I tore her shirt away from her and unhooked. “Okay, let’s try that again, a bit slower this time, make sure you’ve got a good sight picture. Think about your trigger pull like you’re lightly touching your clit, you don’t want to pull hard, just ease your finger back.”All three rounds hit the tree, in a two inch group, about a foot high.“Okay, do that again.” She did. These rounds hit almost the same spot. “Let me see that for a second.” I quickly adjusted the sight. “Now, one more time.” All three rounds hit the limb, the third one. I adjusted my now hard cock and asked for more info and was told the frat had their own security that would monitor all the rooms to make sure everyone was safe and that they would provide lube and condoms for each room but could not guarantee that they would be used. If the service provider needed a break, they would arrange one as needed and would include reasonable amounts of food and drink as a bonus. All I had to do was agree to the terms, arrive clean inside and out and while in the room. I enjoyed a few while mom stuck with red wine. The conversation on the other was surprisingly dry. Sort of that awkward, skipping around a subject that happens when you come home from a war. People want to ask you how it was, but actually they are afraid you might really answer. This suited me fine. Didn’t really want to talk about it and was happy to keep the conversation light. As dinner went on, I realized that I was getting a little tipsy. Another thing I realized was that my mom wasn’t.