We snuggled and kissed and felt each other for quite a long time, his dick was so hard, it was fun to play with but I finally knew he had to have some...release so I pulled the covers back and knelt beside him and sucked him off. His orgasm was so strong, just enormous and I was surprised by the volume of semen this fifteen-year old son of mine ejaculated into my mouth."Oh, Mom, I love you more than anything. I can't believe you're doing this, you and Dad both. Andy and I are the luckiest sons in. He lifted the hem of my dress above my pussy and pulled me to him. He put his face between my legs and I move them farther apart to give him access. He planted little kisses all over my pussy mound. After a minute of this he straightened up and told me to take the rest of my clothes off and lay down on the bed. I got undressed and lay down. Bill came over to the bed and gently caressed my body with his hands and lips from head to toe occasionally stopping to suck a nipple or kiss the inside of. It had a smooth wooden handle, stained lightly, the outline of a fish burned into it. The blade was thin and narrow. Tom had watched his father use it on dozens of bass, mostly large mouth, and pike. He himself had filleted sunfish with it as a ten year old. Now, he sharpened it on a stone.Or tried to. It had been years, not since Boy Scouts, since he had tried to do anything like this. Back then he had sharpened his jackknife, dulled after whittling. Now he was trying to bring an edge back to. The blood had quit oozing from the cut in my leg though I didn't know if that were good or bad. I tried to move my right leg and it did though it hurt badly when I did. I didn't try to move my left leg at all. I wondered if I could hobble if I could figure out some way to splint my leg. I would also need a crutch of some kind.I looked around in the car and saw nothing that would be of use except a jacket in the back that I could use to tie something. I opened the passenger door and pulled.