My mind begins a series of images and memories. Flashes of the times that felt so good to be inside you. Times where my lips caressed your flesh, wher... my tongue tastes you. My cock feels electric with the excitement as I pull harder and faster, the moments of a climax are coming but not close enough to stop. My back arcs and I feel the blankets suffocating my body as I want to cum. I strip away the covers, the golden light of a streetlamp washes over me. I feel it building, I remember the look. Mom wanted to get into my head about my lust for her and I was all too happy to share about my long standing desire for her. As evidenced by my long, standing upright, boner. I mean that solid hard - stretching the skin, ruddy helmeted, stout shafted erection; that wanted nothing more (or less) than the gaping pink flesh of my mother’s hole - that yearningly yawned open directly before my face.Yeah . . . That hole . . . My penis . . . The moment was um? A pregnant pause?Then mom grabbed my .. She was naked and in a strange bed. Her mind raced through all the events of the previous night in a panic then relaxed as she remembered it all. A sudden thought made her laugh out loud. Young as she was, she was not so innocent that she didn’t know the reason that men of quality might frequent the quay late at night or the type of reward such a man might expect for risking his life to save hers. She would have rather drowned than surrender her virtue to the overseer yet a few hours later she. Several beautifully tanned and worked skins for making clothing as well as two pairs on newly made, heavy soled moccasins. With these spread out before them on the hide they stepped back and awaited the closer approach of the lone traveler they had been seeking. Stepping meekly behind them was the young female.As the traveler neared them the two males raised their right hands slowly, holding them high, away from any weapons to show their peaceful intentions. The traveler was HUGE. Well over six.