It seemed as remote as ever with no sign of other people or even litter or trash that is usually found around well used areas. Our swimming hole was s...ill ours. 'Last one in is a rotten egg,' I said as I pulled of my shirt and ran to the edge and jumped in. I had worn my trunks out to the place and that gave me an unfair advantage. I surfaced and looked toward Sally, she was just stepping out of her shorts and had a nice two piece suit on and I couldn't help but notice how shapely she looked.. There was no way for her to tell I didn’t put it on. “Rookie mistake,” I thought to myself. I touched my tip to her swollen lips, and she gyrated back against me. With each twist she impaled herself deeper and deeper. I grabbed her waist and thrust deeply between her lovely cheeks. Reaching around I diddled her delicately, sending her over the edge again. I growled and pummeled her frantically. My orgasm built up then I went over the edge myself coming deep inside her. She smiled and pushed. I always wondered why we didn't get a 4 door car? It was a pain in the neck having to pull the front seat forward to get into the back.We ended up having to keep track of who last sat in the front seat. Many fights ensued as to the memory of who last had the honor. Many times the 3 of us would end up in the back seat as mom had had enough of our fighting.I recall looking at the strange straps on the seats. We tested out these new 'seatbelts' to see what made them work. They were all lap belts. Margaret wondered if his cock was sore from fucking her cunt so much. "Good morning, darling. Give Mommy a nice kiss." She embraced her son, lewdly, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, squeezing his ass. When Henry finally broke the obscene embrace, he had grown a giant, rock-hard boner that now tented blatantly through the sheer flannel. "Did you sleep well after fucking Mommy last night, honey?" "Yes." "And you've got another big hot hard-on now." Margaret.