” I was laying down the challenge. The beer buzz was in full effect. I slipped over to the side of the pool and stretched out my arms on the edge of...the pool deck, facing Samantha, who stood chest deep in the pool water about arm’s reach from me. Samantha playfully splashed me. “You just want it, so bad, don’t you?” Samantha teased, lowering her head and shaking it from side to side. “Hey, I’m a guy,” I replied. “Yes you are,” Samantha acknowledged. Samantha pulled herself up on the pool deck. She then used it to smear her son’s entire cock with her drool, using it as lubrication as she continued pumping Mark as she kept licking and tasting his crown.Jennifer drew back her head slowly, with the only thing connecting her tongue with the head of her son’s cock being a thick, white string of spit and precum. Mark looked at it and his cock twitched in his mother’s hand.“Oh Christ, mom,” he groaned as his eyes rolled up and he laid his head down.“Mmmm… You like that, don’t you baby? You. We decided to go have a few drinks in our hotel lounge (it was 1978) We had 3 or 4 drinks and it doesn't take that much to get me going,there was music so we danced a bit. We went back to our table and there was another drink there for me that we didn't order. I took it and scanned the bar to see where it came from and a tall black man nodded to me and I smiled back. I told Marc and he acknowledged him as well. The music got going again and he walked to our table and asked Marc if I could dance. Before long my breathing quickened, and I could feel a dampness between my legs. I hadn’t “flown solo” in a while and thought shit, I may as well, the fact that I’m getting damp from reading a damned story means I need it. I reached into my bedside table and pulled out one of my many vibrators. It was about 6” long, and not very thick, but it was one of my favorites and it actually did look like a replica of a man’s penis. Not thinking that it would really do any good, I turned it on low and.