“Gonna cum!” I grunted, giving her just enough time to open her mouth and extend her tongue. My cock spat three healthy spurts of warm sperm, most...of it landing on her tongue, but some clung to her teeth and the last of it dripped onto her chin. She lowered her head just enough to allow a drool of the pearly liquid to land on her blouse before swallowing the rest. She stood, whispering “Thank you!” before taking my face in her hands and kissing me, full on the lips, her tongue forcing itself. So much cum that I could smell it. I hadn't thought of that!Finally I fell asleep.The next morning Sandy got up first and when I climbed out of the tent and walked into the campsite she seemed normal like she hadn't suspected anything. I vowed not to jack off again while she was staying in my tent.I brought up the idea that we should go into town to see about replacing Sandy's tent but to my surprise, Sandy dissuaded our parents from going. She said that she didn't mind sharing and that we were. There are guys back home that act like that too, but mostly they are the guys on sports teams or in college fraternities. All my friends are more like me.”“Maybe you need to get them to come here! Maybe the Swedish boys could learn something about being nice to us!”It dawned on me that I hadn’t seen men holding doors for women, or deferring to them to let them go first, things that were very common back home. I wondered if all of this was related to the feminist insistence on equality I had. Sammy held just the tip of his finger in his mum's anus and waited as he felt her sphincter relax a little."Shall I continue?" he asked."Yes," replied Anne, her voice shaky with pleasure, "Yes. Push it right up me. It's okay now. It just takes a bit of getting used to each time, but it's okay, just slide it right up me. All of it."Sammy grinned to himself as he pushed forth, sliding his whole forefinger into his mum's shitter. Anne let out a long groan, and Sammy had long since realised that.