Daphne licked and thrust into her, enjoying the her mother's soft moans as she came again and again. Finally, Daphne sat up, wiping her face and grinn...ng."See, mom," she said, pulling her mom's soaked shorts off of her. "I told you that you were wet." Hey," came a voice from the doorway, "who said you could start without us?"It was Kevin, who stood next to Henry, both hard and throbbing. Karen pushed Daphne back onto the bed gently, and climbed on top of her in a sixty-nine position."You three. What a nice lady she was. I had just turned 18 and was unbelievably shy with the girls and very 'wet behind the ears' when it came to the opposite sex. Mom was a great lady but; you know... a mom. I was going through a raging hormonal battle trying to sort out the continuing tortuous feelings in my celibate body. I was so pathetic and didn't have a fucking clue on how to even approach a girl (actually a little scared to have my first sexual encounter). Norman Rockwell could have done a very. I had shown him several Polaroid pictures of my wife naked and bound an had talked in some detail about what I had done to her! Enough that I felt comfortable in telling him that his wife had hit on me!Now you have to remember that back in those days we were both young and horny as hell ! I was taking my girl out parking pretty much on a regular basis naked bound and blindfolded into the woods, plus I was a kinky and devious guy always experimenting and looking for interesting sexual. I said, “Do you ever dream of reenacting those times, with a consenting partner of course?” He looked confused and embarrassed. “Consenting?” he queried. “Yes, where she wants you to.”He looked very confused. Now feeling my wine, I said “I would like to play out being ****d.” He looked even more confused but then the light dawned. I told him my tent location.In the middle of the night I heard the tent zipper go up and he was standing there. He put his hand over my mouth a said, “You sure you.