As soon as his mother saw the mess, she’d never taken him there again. “You’re right, dear. Maybe your father and I will find some people to hel... clean it up for Mr. Johanson, and put up some signs at the top of the hill by the road. We’ll see if we have time, okay?” “Okay, Mom. Can I go to the creek, then? There’s no junk there.” “Okay, but don’t get too muddy, and you make sure that you can hear me. You answer me right away when you hear me call you for supper.” “Okay, Mom,” Daniel called. The men’s laughter became even louder and more boisterous.Barrington then interjected, “The success of this ploy means our resort project should go on as planned and we will make a fucking fortune!”Just then the waitress had returned with four glasses of the very expensive cognac on her tray. “Here you go, guys,” she said as she served them their drinks. “Anything else?”“Bring the check to me,” instructed J. Howard Barrington, III.“Of course,” she said smiling.At that, Barrington raised his. ."The lust in her breathing drove me wild, and I promptly rolled us both back into a sitting position, her straddling my lap, my cock buried deep in her pussy. I shoved my hands beneath her soft, healthy buttocks and lifted her up, gently bouncing her body on mine."Oh yeah..." she moaned, throwing her head back and thrusting her chest against my face. I picked up the pace, devouring my lover's massive tits until she came a second time.We tried doggie-style next, where I found to my great. A small silver tray sat on her dresser. That's when I noticed her hooka.I knew my mom smoked pot. She always had a stash somewhere around the house. I never suspected she would actually offer me some. She didn't but still the implication was there. Later on she told me that I wasn't to smoke until I turned sixteen. Three months to wait. Easy as cake for a teenager who knew he was going to be getting more sex than most full-grown men are. What better substitute for a joint that a pair of ripe.