If I can get this horned up pouring stuff on my feet, what about pouring stuff on my dick? My eyes swivelled to the edge of the bath and I remembered ...'d bought the beans too! Okay, well why not? I peeled off my tee-shirt, my hairless chest completely flat and featureless, apart from my two nipples sticking out. I pulled down my pants and shorts in one go - straight into a pool of sticky honey! Oh well, think about how to explain that to Mum later...I laid down in the bath, naked and sporting. "Hey, Mister Brady," she said in a deep, breathy, sexy voice, waggling the doubly-moistened finger in a "come here" motion. Greg found himself immediately possessed of an immense hard-on; from the feel of it, his dad was as big, if not a little bigger, than himself. And shooting blanks or not, he sure as hell was ready. "Hey, Missus Brady," Greg said with a huge smile, as he moved stiffly forward, staring with a slackjawed smile at the forbidden goodies spread out before him. God, was Carol. But then Brad was in conversation with a guy at the bar so Mom went over to tell him we’d had enough and wanted to go. She came back to me... “Brad’s staying here for now and suggests we make our way back to the Cabin; what do you say darling?”“That’s fine by me mom!”So, arm in arm we’d made our way back, and after entering the Cabin, Linda threw the bolt on the door. “Just so we don’t get disturbed while were in the bathroom!”“Good idea; Brad will have to knock on the door!” I said flaking out. I looked down at Ron and he raised his head. “I am not bi” I said to him. “Never mind Roger” he replied “you can be a bottom”.Ron got me to roll over and he rubbed spit on his cock. He began to force his cock into my bum. I thought about that anal vibrator and how she had me give myself enemas. Set up again. Ron was obviously well versed in anal sex and it wasn’t long before he had me moaning. Not as loud as Sue and Becky were moaning. They were having a fine old time. It was several minutes.