“Fucking hell....Oh Fuck....Oh Fuck,” was her last declaration. A breathless gasp and a piercing scream of encouragement, a moment of sexual comb...stion, the waves of convulsions beginning their irreversible tidal surge, a wild thrashing of limbs, and a monologue of repeated obscenities, arching her body off the bed, tightening her legs and curling her toes, soaking him in a sea of orgasm, coming once and then twice. Breathing in short gasps through her nose and blowing air through her mouth,. We were both moaning and grunting as we extracted pleasure from each other.I felt her hand, slippery with saliva, glide lower, and she pressed firmly just behind my scrotum, massaging the root of my penis. Then, as it slid even lower, I felt her finger rubbing my anus, lubricating it. Within seconds, her wet finger popped through my sphincter and slid easily into me. In no time, she found my prostate through the thin lining of my rectal canal and rubbed it in small circles, pressing it. However, in the summers, she would take a break from her gymnasium and do what she liked most, hiking and teaching people about rock climbing and mountaineering.Our little town is a major tourist destination, for the nature lovers and the fun seeking freaks, who wouldn’t mind spending a few extra bucks for enjoying and learning mountaineering, and mom was certainly good at it. There is another reason, why she loved her summer job very much; it gave her a chance to earn quite a handsome amount. I'm 5' 10" and weigh 250 pounds -- with no pot belly."My father can pick up two 80-pound sacks of concrete and trot up a construction ramp as easy as you please. That's two sacks under each arm. I guess you can do the math on that one."I'm not quite there yet. I can only manage three sacks. My mother says I'm still a growing boy," he laughed.I inquired, "You said it's a curse, too. Why's that?"He grinned at me. "Ever had a sticky drawer? You know just how much you need to jerk to open it? Well,.