My son had always complimented me on my legs and even my bottom - often whistling as a compliment if I wore any type of skirt that was above the knees... As infrequent as that was. No, tonight was supposed to be special and the hem of the skirt was higher than I ever remember wearing. Why not, I had thought earlier - I knew I was no beauty, never had been, but I was cute in a petite small sort of way. My son's compliments had initially been taken in jest, but I came to rely on my son's pleasure. Knowing that it would take too long for me to cum, I pulled him up andbegan to rub his cock through his pants while I told him the story of thefirst adult cock I ever sucked, right there in those woods when I was 14.I had come out from town on my bike to do some fishing. The day was warmand the stream was full so I stripped off my clothes and went skinnydipping as we sometimes did on scout campouts. The road in those days wasnarrow and bumpy and not high enough for passing cars to see down to. Wakeup call, but the proprietor evidently forgot, and we woke up, on our own, around 8:30. Well, that was OK. We were, by then, only a few hours from home. We could grab some breakfast burgers and eat in the car, and then try to make tracks for Chapel Hill.Tess used her cell phone to call ahead and let the folks know that she'd be late, but would still try to arrive in time for the family's afternoon cookout. The cookout was, evidently, a fairly major Fourth of July Henderson Family. I threw my head back on it and continued to worship his member. "My turn to return the favor," Manny suggested. "But I-" I began.In a flash Manny had threw me against the car, snatched my shorts down and taken me in his mouth. It felt luke heaven. This was my first sexual experience besides recently fingering an ex girlfriend. But that didnt even compare! He was so good at it I fel like I might've exploded right there. Thankfully, he stood up and bent me over. "This is it," I thought. I felt.