This moved on to doing chores and then slavery for the rest of the day, which she seemed very keen on and being as I was convinced that I was correct,...it made no difference to me whatsoever what she chose, I was going to agree!So, personal slave it was. For the rest of the day, the loser would do whatever the other person ordered them to do and off we went to find our parents and resolve the dispute, which, as I knew it was going to be, went my way and I got myself a slave for the afternoon.. After a while, I could tell that the beers and sangria were filling mum's bladder again. I placed a hand on her lower belly, and gently pressed down and around with my fingers, which made her squirm. Don't do that, she said. I'm bursting, I'll wet myself, aren't there any toilets round here. Not on the beach, I told her, but there's always the sea, I'll come with you. So we waded in up to our knees and I held mum against me, with one hand cupped around her crotch. I felt a gush of hot. Of course to be fair to them chances are whatever passes for cops in this town must have been by here more than once. And from the looks of everyone around here I’m sure homeland security’s been by as well. But once we cleared that hurdle it was all fun and games. Nick had to yell at the girls for chattering too much while he was trying to type in my answers. What was my sexual preference? ‘Human, over the age of consent, and younger than my mother.’ Had I ever had gay sex before? ‘Everyone in. I glance up and see him looking down at me waiting for me to touch him. I wrap my fingers around the long hard shaft and slide it along, watching admiring, and longing to have him in my mouth. With the water streaming over my face I snake my tongue out of my mouth and trace it over the swollen head. I cupped his hairless balls with my hand and gently massage them. I now take the head of his gloriously swollen cock between my lips and suck gently, teasing him with my tongue. I feel his fingers.