She felt daring. She got up and straddled her Son. She could feel his cock against her pussy. Just like she wanted. It felt so good. She knew how wron... it was, but it felt so damn good.She started moving up and down feeling his hardness against her. Then suddenly she felt his hands on her hips pushing her down on his cock moving with her.She gasped and jumped off."Oh my god. I am so sorry, sorry Danny. I thought you were sleeping, wait. That’s no excuse. You’re my Son. I was so wrong to do. The smallish openings only served to constrict them further and I must admit the sensation was a delightful tease and I admired the dim form of my nipples as they stood out eager and obscene. I worked my head inside and up and finally my arms, finding the garment to fit as if it had been tailored for only me. The suit covered every part of me now, except my head and hands. It was thick and supple and an extravagance beyond anything I'd ever dreamt of.I stroked my body, my firm full breasts. The space in the house gave us more room than the boat, and even more fun I hoped.I began flicking her clit with the end of my tongue and she groaned loudly as she came. Thick drops of cum dripped from her pussy-lips. As she had done for me, I lapped up as much as she produced. She came over and over again. So much that I couldn’t keep up. Her juices ran down my chin and dripped onto her feet. Her light brown pubic hair became dark with the mixture of her liquid and my saliva.I brought myself. Jan was not really French, but from Belgium. She spoke French, Flemish and very poor English, but very cute and charming as a French accent can be. Since most Europeans are multi-lingual, Jan and i communicated mostly in English but with a lot of French and German too. Bob did little to correct her English because he loved the way she talked. He encouraged us to do the same. He was tall, blonde and very good looking. He was though, a very shy man and never talked unless someone else initiated.