Despite the abrasive pubic hairs and the fact that the vagina was my own mother’s and not as tight as I had imagined it would be, I was getting swea...y and twitchy because of the warmth and the motherly ribbing.“I - I can’t do it, mom,” I whimpered when physics and biology were starting to get the better of me, bringing my hands to her hips and patting them until she slowed down. “I’m sorry,” I apologized the best I could. I was aching all over, but I was just too scared to release into my own. Sandy turned around and faced me. "Well, what do you think?" she asked. She was wearing an oversized mans shirt that had been through the wash many, many times. Her cheeks were flushed and I could see her nipples clearly outlined through the material of the shirt. It was unbuttoned far enough for me to be able to see her cleavage. The shirt fell halfway down her legs, which were smooth and slightly tan from the summer. "Wow" I replied, "You're really pretty, I can't understand why your love. ”I’ve never taken care of a campfire quicker. A couple of minutes later, Karen and I followed into the dark tent. Karen pushed me on my back on a sleeping bag and climbed on top. Almost before I knew what was happening, I had a pussy pressing on my mouth and a tongue licking my dick. If anything, Karen’s mouth was even better than the night before. I was totally enthralled by the scent and taste of this new pussy pressed against my face. I was doing my best to give Karen all the pleasure I. I was lucky that she didn't see me staring at her, or maybe she did. This time I got rock hard as usual. I had no recourse at this point except to unzip my pants, take out my hard cock and start to stroke while I watched Aunt Linda iron some clothes on the ironing board wearing only her birthday suit and those famous spike high heels. She was facing away from me and I had a really great view of her sexy, curvy, bare butt. She had a nice tight ass, and her spike high heels really showed off her.