”As I answered, my mom’s breathing became heavier. She was clearly turned on by the thought of her son masturbating. I was on top of her, missiona...y style, and started to thrust back and forth a bit faster, grind a bit harder. Her moans were getting louder and higher pitched.“Oh, mommy, I love you so much,” I told her.“I love you too, son!” my mom responded. “This feels so good! I love how you do this to me. Fuck me harder, John. Please fuck me!”“Mommy, mommy, I’m so hard for you,” I replied.. " Oh if he does ... do what he wants," Stacy said, "Lily swears by him..."Lily wasn't the most reliable source but I got the gist. I clicked off the phone soon after that and grabbing my flimsy robe; I put it on over my suit and walked over to talk to him. He looked over at me from where he stood near the cabana."What's up?" I'd tell you but you might get upset."He raised his brows."Upset ... about being turned on," he said, "I don't think so ... but that's neither here nor there."I moved. "yes Sir" you reply ... good girl as I continue to bang away at your well worn pussy. My sweat now dripping onto your wonderful ass. I love to watch your asshole pucker as I pound your twat ..... I jam my finger into your asshole with little regard. Your such a dirty little whore. Then a second finger as you yell out. I withdraw entirely and lube up my fat cock. (6" in circumference) I nuzzle the head of my cock on your asshole. "is this where you want it?" ... "yes Sir, please please,. . she was just right."Forget it," he said."Frog et it?" I was still trying to hear. What did the frog eat? And what did frogs have to do with fixing my binoculars? When Carole Ann shrieks...Pentwater has a constable. While Al was trying to convince the cop that no one had been murdered I finally stopped the ringing in my ears. Not that I could hear any better but at least I could answer the phone."No, Ensign Olsen ... no emergency ... just Carole Ann." She's fine ... wet but she's fine." Yes.