Be Prepared was the Boy Scout motto and I wasn't about to let those little bastards out prepare me.Of course the dealer tried to steer me to something...a little smaller than that commercial monster I picked to use for camping but hell, I was the camper here and I knew what I had to have, didn't I? I had it now anyway so I led the girls outside and had them show me the big trees that needed a good felling.The hardwood saplings they chose were a little bit of a let down, seeing as how not a one. He set me gingerly on my good foot by the toilet."I'll be right outside. You can reach the sink from there - no hopping around, do you hear me?"I carefully wiggled my scrub pants down onto the floor, and sat on the edge of the toilet seat. After a couple of minutes, I still hadn't relieved the increasing pressure in my bladder."Steven!" Yeah?" Look, I can't do this with you standing right by the door." Don't even tell me you have a shy bladder." He laughed."Call it stage fright. It doesn't. When everything was over and I was about to rise, I again felt the force holding my head between her soft, bare and fleshy and sexy thighs. What can I do when such sexy godly things were holding my head. I didn’t know what was the reason my mistress held my head even after finishing and getting relaxed. Before I could guess, she moved a little in the front forcing her pussy in my mouth. She bent a little towards my ears and whispered the following, ”please lick my pussy clean and also the sides. I pretended to hate it but my body shivered and twitched with joy, unable to cover my true feeling.“Shit…this is wrong, please stop Ahhh…stop…Ahhh… I beg you. We can’t do this.” I screamed yet again but between louder moans.It felt like a dream and I soon found myself submitting into the long awaiting pleasure. I no longer beg for my son to stop but just grabbed onto the sides of my pillow tightly again and moaned out sounds of pleasure which filled the room in an instant.He brought his chest.