They were drinking coffee and just talking. I went to the counter and pored myself a cup of coffee added some cream to it and sad down beside Sandy. ...hos up for a game of soccer you boys against your dad? Sandy said out of the clear blue. Sounds good mom. Eighteen year old Chuck said. He sat bare chested wearing a pair of ripped jean shorts and sandals. Okay with me. Matt smiled his blue eyes seemed to sparkle. He was also bare chested wearing only a pair of navy blue gym shorts. What about. I moved both of my knees in between hers and raised my back up, pulling my mother with me. She put her hands down on the ground and I pulled her in closer to me with every thrust. She was on all fours now, crying softly, as I ****d her in the ass. In the quiet of the night you could hear the smack! smack! of my balls against the backs of her thighs. I picked up the speed and ferocity of my thrusts. My mother screamed in pain as I pummeled her asshole with my cock. I fucked her in the ass, fast. I didn’t look down to know what my penis is getting touched too. I moved my body to my left to prevent getting touched. His fingers were still touching. So the third time with a feeling of arousal I moved to my left. Still, I could feel something getting touched. I don’t know what happened but my penis is getting harder. I had a feeling to move out of the bus. I didn’t, instead, I decided not to fall front. We passed two stops and third stop came. Some boys behind me want to get down. I moved. I had speared a delicious fat fish for my supper. At sunset I was sitting against a palm tree, weaving fronds into a sleeping mat and enjoying a cocktail. The supplies I had snatched had included a wide selection of those little flight bottles of booze. While tepid coconut milk was not the best mixer I had ever tasted, after numerous attempts I had come up with a palate-pleasing concoction. I smacked my lips and congratulated myself again on my latent, never before used, survival talents.I.