He was damn mad! He smacked the side of my head and asked me what the fucked I thought I was doing. I had never seen him that mad before (or since). I...got red faced, and when I am like that, it’s hard for me to say anything. And I had spit running down my chin from sucking him a moment ago, what could I say? He yelled at me and said I was a stupidest bitch, and he did not want to see me jerking my stupid cock in front of him ever. He did not stop there, he then said, he did not want me to cum. I didn't know you called." Well, did you have a good time?" Yes, thank you for asking. I believe I'm in love." What made me tell a stranger something that personal? It just hit me and I guess I wanted to tell someone. Funny thing, I wanted to tell her more, how beautiful Millie was floating down the stairs, how it made me feel to be with her while we were waiting for a table, how she squeezed my hand and how she looked at me."That's ... wonderful, Ben." Enough about me, what did you want to. As I've mentioned before, mom has a great ass. It's very bubbly on her petite frame, and her legs are smooth and muscular. She has a nice rack too. Not that I've ever seen her bare tits since I was a toddler, but I have seen her bra size, 36C, and I've seen her rack in bikini tops and bras, so I know how spectacular her natural breasts are. She never dresses slutty, but she does often wear some cute outfits that show cleavage.We ate dinner and I was out of the conversation for the most part.. I panted and started to come back to reality. I think we all did. What the fuck had just happened? It was terrific and all, but was it right? Had I just been a part of something fucked up, something irrevocable? Had I permanently damaged myself? And did I even care if I had? I contemplated this in awkward silence as I dipped back into the pool to retrieve my suit and the three of us rearranged our swimwear. Watching Mandy put on her tiny canary yellow bikini top, the elastic shiny Lycra of her.