She whimpered in that way women do when they want to get fucked really bad and buried her head in my lap.Of course, by this time I was rock hard and s...e could feel it. She unzipped my jeans, brought my cock out and began to lick and suck it. I couldn’t believe she was doing this because she’d told me she hated blow jobs. But soon I couldn’t think about that anymore because she was licking and sucking it like her life depended on it. By this time, my hands were under her dress, caressing her. I did not know how to respond but nodded and said yes because that was what I thought she wanted to hear. ?Good we have a surprise for you later? she giggled as did her sisters. ?Now lay on the floor, your face and mouth are going to make me cum? she said. I lay on my back looking up at her as she walked around me. She stopped and then knelt, her knees either side of my chest, her bottom hovering over my face. I could see her smiling face as she spoke, ?You are going to taste and smell a dirty. How do you feel, honey?" I'm OK."Actually I was euphoric that I had survived. I could not believe the temperature of that water. But now, as the warmth slowly returned, I was starting to relax. And with relaxation my mind, a low base part of it, realized that I was cuddling front to front with my mother and we were both naked.We were lying on the ground in the bag, our heads upward a gentle slope, perhaps fifteen feet from the true bank of the small lake. It was shady, in the bottom of a gully,. His body ached and his head was spinning. He felt the need to cum, to stroke his cock, to explode all over his newfound vixen.“Do you want to fuck me?” she taunted as she emphasized the work “fuck” while she swirled her tongue over her red gloss covered pouty lips.“Yes,” he groaned as he watched two fingers slide under the edge of her red panties. His cock twitched as she then removed her juice-covered fingers and rubbed her wetness first over her nipples and then slowly licked her fingers.