Leaning against the rail, he wagged a finger at the girl sitting on her own, reading beside the pool. He couldn't remember her name, but what the hell...did that matter. The boys had organised his holiday, and he had no idea how they managed to find such beautiful women to wait on him hand and foot.The girl stood up and moved across beside him. Without saying a word, he signalled for her to turn around, face the sea, and bend over the rail. She smiled and soundlessly did so. His hand slid down. I grew close to one couple in particular, because they also had restored a 1957 Chevy, and that gave us something in common. This couple was Clark Goodson and his wife Betsy. Clark was 57 years old and a pretty normal guy at 5’10” tall and about 175 pounds, and he seemed to be in good shape from working out. I felt a little jealous of them since they both enjoyed the same hobby and could spend a lot of time together, while I had to attend these shows alone.Betsy was a lovely woman of 54 years. This got my cock rock hard with my other hand took hold my hard shaft and was wanking simultaneously. I increased my phase, as I didn’t notice my mom was moving. Mom opened her eyes and saw her son was finger fucking her.Mom was all wet at that time couldn’t understand what was happening to her. Mom was in a confusion as it bedroom was all dark.Initially thought it was the dad first and immediately recognized that was me. She caught hold of my hand pulled it off. I was stunned and before I. The only lights in the back of the truck are from passing cars and the dim glint from the trucks tail lights. I am lying down in the bed of the truck facing the tailgate so no one can see me. Timber is lying with his back to the tailgate. His eyes are the darkest green I have ever seen, they appear black and shiny in the dark.I am thinking of boys, wondering what it is like to be kissed, not the kind of kiss I have seen mom get from dad, but a real kiss the one in the movie where the guys.