“Just need to get your cooler in place, and we can get started,” he said as he walked over to grab it.The second cooler found a home only a foot o... so away from his.“Okay,” he said, and then pointed at where all the poles met. “What I need you to do is hold those up straight for me. Your cooler is full, so it should be pretty stable as long as you’re careful. I think you can reach it, but give it a try.”Tasha put a foot on the cooler, and then accepted the steadying hand he offered before. She slid downward, tonguing my belly, then spread my legs (wider) forcibly, and got busy. I almost fainted on the spot. I was consumed, simply possessed by the idea of my own mother eating me out. Her grey-flecked hair shook and I entwined my fingers in it, kneading, sighing, "oh, MOM..."After I'd come, harder than I ever have, I was sure of it, I felt like I was made of lead. But I rose with effort into a sitting position, and she sprung up too and stroked my face. So lovingly. I beamed and. " We can't do that ALL day..." I said.Another giggle. "We could try, couldn't we?"We tried. At six we finally got dressed and left the park for dinner. One of the restaurants within a half-hour's drive served a soup and salad combo. That's what we had. Returning to the park, we took a walk, a couple of laps around the place in the deepening darkness.Back inside, I stripped my light jacket off. When I turned, she was kicking off her shoes."You know," she said, "that was just brisk enough to. I heard myself beg him not to stop as his fingers found the perfect rhythm inside me."Oh, pleassseeee," I begged. My hips were pushing hard against him as I came on his face and fingers. It was incredible. It was straight out of every fantasy I'd ever had. He pulled his lips back and licked me up and down one more time before standing back up. His hands went to my hips and he pulled me closer to him. "I can't wait anymore," he groaned. "I have to fuck you." My legs were already in the air as I.