It wasn’t porn, at least, not exactly. It was a magazine about the “swinging lifestyle.” I was surprised to see ads for three clubs right here i... our own little midwest hometown. I was impressed that they stressed an absolute drug-free policy and a high class, non threatening atmosphere. At least that is what they said in the articles about swinging. Truth be told, I always had been intrigued about this world. From giggling about it in locker rooms in high school to sometimes fantasizing about. God she was beautiful. Tall, slender. Long blonde hair, and big brown eyes. Pouty eyes, that had so much lust behind them for her being so young. He felt his cock swell under the desk. If she only were a few years older. He would take her out on that bike, try to drive for as long as he could, before stopping and fucking her right then and there. Her tight little body. He thought of all the positions he could have her in on that bike. He secretly lusted for having a woman that he could be. " she thought to herself. "It's so big, even soft." she got up and straddled him, rubbing her wet panties directly on his soft manhood. "Morning, baby." she whispered in his ear."Morning, mom." he said quietly, hardly believing his mother hadn't been deterred by his nudity, and was on top of him again. "How do you feel this morning, baby?" she sat up and rubbed her hands on his chest, feeling the soft patch of hair between his firm pectoral muscles."I feel great, mom." he noticed she had on a. Her womanhood. Smooth as the day she was born.Then I looked up at her face. She was smiling."Honey," she cooed, "time to get some sun on our backs now."I secretly thanked god for that. I could lay on my front, and theywouldn't have to see just how excited I was. They wouldn't have to seemy erection.I rolled over, adjusting the chair so it was not sitting up. In aninstant, I heard Rob's feet padding away, back to the house, to get usmore drinks. Then I heard her feet, and then smelled her.