“I am, too.”This night was NOT going well. Thankfully, there was one more guest of honor arriving. In fact, her entrance had the place buzzing as ... handful of fans actually recognized Liz as she crossed the room. Hell, I barely recognized the 40-something single mother of three. Her dress was a brilliant yellow with white trim, the better to show off her new waistline.“I never looked this good in my teens, much less my 20s,” Liz said, air kissing each one of us in turn.“Jesus, dad,” Stacy said. Anyway, I had sworn myself that if I ever got involved with another woman again she had to be into water-sports as well.As I lay there on the hard ground, under the tent, trying to fall asleep I suddenly heard the zipper of another tent not far from mine. Being of a curious nature I decided to have a peek. I had one of these old tents which did not have a zipper so I could sneak a peak through the opening held together by ropes.And there she was, squatting a few steps away from her tent. “What. I thought nothing of it at the time, but now that I reflect on the talk she expertly directed the conversation to boys and boyfriends. I never admitted who, but she did get me to blushingly admit that there was a boy I was crazy about.Throughout January, Tamara would stick around and chat with me before and after I baby-sat for the Fosters. She loved to gossip about men and ways to interest them.When I blushingly admitted that the one bikini I owned was closer to a tankini, she laughed and told. I want my sons hard young cock inside my pussy! She got up on her hands and knees and wagged her ass at me. God, I thought. My own mother is begging me to fuck her doggie-style! It took me all of a split second to place the head of my cock at her steaming hole. DO IT! She was panting for it. It felt amazing as it slid inside. So wet and hot! Her pussy gripped my shaft, a move I instinctually knew was special. Her pussy muscles were milking me as I sliped further and further in. With action.