However, before the throbbing could subside, Zach swooped in and pushed the showerhead back into its place, murmuring, “Baby, I want you to come.”...Not long after, my sweet juices puddled on the chair, and I convulsed in powerful orgasm. Collapsing against the wall, I smiled weakly. “Your turn.” Zach fiddled with his rod for a bit before truly starting. Then, he made a fist and thrust into it over and over, harder, faster, until his creamy white fluids came gushing out. I guess the sight of me. “Every year,” she said, “My family gets a lake house for a couple of weeks during the summer. It’s nothing fancy. Just a place near the mountains where we can hike and swim and boat and relax. It was fun when I was a kid, but it’s a little dull now.”I thought I knew where she was going.“So you aren’t going this year? And we will have two weeks alone at your house?”“No,” she answered. “That’s definitely not an option.”“Oh,” I answered. “So I’m not going to see you for two weeks?”“No,” she. And it did. No shots fired. Just a lot of yelling and the sort. I was relieved to see that we had the pool to ourselves. Warm water, indoors and peaceful. So I got in and joined my son. I swam over to him and he took me in his arms and said, "Mom isn't this nice?" And I replied it felt wonderful. I wrapped my legs around his and kissed him on the mouth. He ran his fingers through my hair. I asked, "What if somebody sees?" Ignoring my question he kissed me back and began feeling my breasts. He. He had made sure that I noticed when it was over my butt hole, applying just a little pressure and asking if I thought I would enjoy something up there. I didn’t answer, I was scared of what words might slip from my lips. He had done a similar dance with the vibrator as well, with the tingling sensation causing more juice to slip from my womb. All the time he was playing, Mark was recounting to me what had happened in the restaurant, verbalizing the looks on the other customers' faces as they.