Whatever its source, it was a welcome sight to one and all! Again, there was fresh meat from the abundant animal life and there were fish! Many of the...emigrants had never eaten fish because they had lived too far away from a major river, but now they feasted on it. It's questionable how many developed a real liking for fish, but everybody delighted in the novelty. Some had taken fish from the Platte River, but not in the number nor with the joy they felt when they plundered the Humboldt. They chatted and teased a while longer until Cheryl returned. She stopped just inside the door with her mouth agape. Cal was a little worried about her reaction to their dress, but he did not know how to reassure her. It wasn't necessary. She put her hands on her hips and adopted the most angry look she could while stifling a grin and demanded "Mom! Are you trying to steal my man in that slutty underwear?" Oh, no, Honey! I would never..." Darlene started to protest. That's as far as she got. "I'm planning on having lunch at the golf course, so you're on your own until this afternoon."And so I was. I occupied myself, or should I say I tried to, puttering around the house doing odd chores, eating and watching sports on TV. The problem was my mind wouldn't rest. Memories of last night with Mom had me in a constant state of horniness. I didn't dwell on the incestuous aspect of what had transpired. I was way beyond that.What really occupied my mind was wondering how Mom felt about what. You moved rhythmically with me, and eventually turned me over onto my back. You straddled my body, and went down onto my cock, riding me. I reached up and massaged your tits, and then I sat up and sucked them, while you still rode me. I felt myself beginning to cum, and you kept going harder and harder. I came inside you, and you moaned as you felt it. I turned you over, and fucked you, my cock still so hard, until you came. I felt you cumming, as you moaned with pleasure. We relaxed and lay.