I was wasting it! I had to taste it. I started undoing his belt and I reached inside to grasp that monster cock. God, it was so hot, it burned my h...nd. I wrapped my fingers around it and gave it an upwards tug. I heard him gasp as my cool fingers pulled on his fat cock. His pants fell around his ankles and I managed to get both my hands on it! Oh, I was right! The head of his cock was very wet and slippery with his juice. I just had to taste it.“Oh Becky, my wife hasn’t touched my cock. "Hey you with the stick!"I turned, expecting another fisherman, but instead my eyes widened in shock. There was a head with rudy hair floating on top of the water, as if a person was standing up straight, but that couldn't be possible with the river's depth!"What!" I exclaimed in surprise, shocked, but a little too normally."Whatcha' doing?" She had a very pretty face, though her skin was green which was strange to say the least. She floated on by closer, but stopped dead a few feet from me, as. Christian looked serious for a moment, his countenance radically different when he was not laughing. He lowered his head in silence.“Madame, I am truly sorry. I did not realise this was so, you are Ben’s (French for step-mum), his… ah, his step-mother, non? Again I am very sorry!” Actually, I think the suggestion that I was in some capacity Ben’s mother was worse than the suggestion that we were sleeping together.“That’s no problem Christian, you weren’t to know, and clearly Ben had failed to. He'd finished highschool and was taking the summer to spend some final days with friends before heading off to college. Mark knew that his Mom would also miss him and he wanted to make sure he spent some quality time with her as well. Mark his mother had sacraficed a lot for him after his Dad had left, she was always helping him with his homework, cleaning the house, cooking him meals. She always taken care of him well and never wanted to make things difficult for him by bringing another man.