Further during the journey, she crossed her legs, causing the hemline to slip further up her leg. I could just make out a really dark band of material...on her tights below the hemline. This led me to the conclusion that they weren't tights at all. They were stockings. Now, one of my passions in life, is a lady wearing stockings. Yes, she was my mum, but still, the thought of her sitting next to me wearing stockings was still a turn on.The flight was over really quickly, although during it I did. She blushed and said thank you handsome. I jokingly said are you flirting with me? She said what if I am and we both laughed. She said my husband doesn't make me feel as if I'm young and attractive, and then said I love him very much and would never leave him. She caught me looking at her tits and said my eyes are not down there with a smile. After we had talked for a while she kissed me on the cheeks and said see you again tomorrow same time same place, and I said you can count on it luv. I. Karen told my sisters that normal bikinis would be best for this day. I think Jim breathed a sigh of relief. I decided to not tell him that we had another lake coming up where thongs would again be worn.After a quick lunch, we changed into our suits with cover-ups and waited for the imminent arrival of Ron and his family. They arrived just before two with their two teenagers. Their son was Ron, Junior, aged fifteen and their daughter was Sarah aged thirteen. They pulled into our site and we met. You smiled and kissed me laying me back on the bed. “Spread your legs my pet” you smirked as you lowered your face into my sopping cunt. “Somebody’s horny isn’t she?” you teased. Your head lowered between my legs as you spread my dark, red, moist lips and placed your tongue at the base of my cunt. Slowly you drag your tongue up to my clit as you bite down causing a piercing scream to escape my lips. “Ahh, did that hurt my little girl?” With that you stand up and walk to the closet behind my.