I took the bottom bunk and he got the bed (as he paid for the cabin)As we started to get undressed for bed, I realized that routines didn'tchange. He ...lept nude, I slept with my underwear on -- (now boxers) I lookedat his nakedness for a moment, looking at his lightly hairy body -- thickdark black bush and hairy legs. I always remember his penis being heavy andperfectly shaped.I crawled into bed and tried to get comfortable, when he strutted overtucking his son into bed. This meant that my. Lube glints on the veins and smooth skin of the impressive piece of meat even as it twitches up and then drops back into the wet mess of lube on the floor.The first thing he remembers after waking up is the site of several men standing over him. The struggle against his bonds, his legs roughly spread wide and up and the sharp, painful pang of penetration followed by the horrid, slippery, sliding sensation as the cruelly curved wooden dildo, generously greased, was pushed deep into his bowels. She let out occasional sighs, twisted her head left and right in tune to my roaming mouth discovering her sexy back. I pushed in with my groin and started a slow grind into her buttocks with my dick. Now with both hands on her stomach I reached higher towards her breasts. Then I had them in my hands, her boobs, tight, firm and soft like cotton. She couldn’t control herself much longer and turned around reaching for my lips. We both stopped for just a moment looking at each other's eyes and then. She got up and turned the cooker off and made her way out into the hall telling us to follow her.We went up and into her room and she had us sit on the bed, “How was Dave touching you when you had the funny feeling”? “He was washing me between my legs and touching my slit” “Show me” “What”? “Come on, how can I explain if I don’t know what you were doing”. “Do I have to get undressed mom”? “Yes and David does, if he was naked too” hearing mom say this there was no way I was going to strip off in.