But he shrugged and said ‘I guess so, if I can touch yours.’ I jumped up and came over to stand next to the bench. He laid back on the bench, and ...ifting his hips, pulled his sweat pants down to about mid thigh exposing his hard dick and balls. I remember reaching out and the first touch of my fingers on his dick. I recall I could fit all four of my fingers on his shaft. It was softer than it looked and as stiff as I had expected. I gripped his shaft, and then touched his balls, cupping them. Feigning surprise, Joan opened her legs as she bent to pick up the towel, she was fully aware that were eldest son's eyes closely watched her crotch area, and even before she was stood upright again he was by her side with his hand cupping her mount of Venus; deftly he managed to slide the tip of his index finger into her soft wet opening of her cunt. Half closing her eyes, Joan also closed her hand around the stiff column of her sons cock. Without saying a word she led him cock in hand towards. "Just in front of you. Behind that bush." Oh right" I stared at her and then at the bush. I coudn't see through it. I looked back at her. "How many of you are there?" Just two" She replies. She has a look of rebellion about her and wants to have a go at me. "I am so sorry for disturbing you." I turn to walk back to the car. "Wait!" she says. I turn to look at her. "You weren't disturbing us. Would you like to meet my friend?" Her look is beseeching now."OK" I reply. She leads me to a point in. She looked incredible in tight black pants. The fabric made her ass and hips really stand out against her slim waist line. Her figure was that of an hourglass, and her outfit accentuated this. Her breasts seemed even bigger than I remembered. We kissed and embraced standing in her kitchen. The touch of her hands on my arms felt electric and I shivered. My cock was swelling already, but it was a long day and we decided to run out for a quick bite to eat. I think, looking back, we were both.