And my mind was blown, repeatedly, along with my dick. I was the one writhing and moaning this time, I was sweating harder than after the fuck.Finally... she lets me come. I've no bones, or muscles left to use by this time, and I just melt into the chair. When my wits start to return, she's sitting on my thigh, watching me, she sees me open my eyes and leans forward to hug me. That's nice. Then, she reaches forward and reaches for the collar, and asks, "You don't mind if take this off, do you? I. I keep seeing you standing there watching us – and it turns me on thinking about somebody watching us. My mom was becoming more of a friend than a mom – things between us seemed to be more personal and intimate. I could talk about what we did and how long it took and how often we came and she seemed interested rather than shocked. Dad sat me down one night and told me they were both going to a wedding and would be away for the weekend. I could see some consternation in him. He was worried about. Jim explained that there was a fishing competition over the weekend and the site would mostly be filled with male fishermen. As we had more to drink, the conversation became more open. Jim and Paula came every year as they liked to find other guys to play with.In many ways, they were a similar minded couple to ourselves, Jim being bisexual and Paula needing plenty of cock. The bar was filling up nicely, mainly with guys on their own. Jim introduced us to three guys who they had met the night. CHAPTER 1Summer was here finally here, no more jocks to push me around and I felt like celebrating. I ran up to my room, stripping as I went to pick out my sexiest outfit, a matching pink lace pants and bra, with thigh hi black stockings that had pink ribbons. I threw on baggy sweats a tiny bit of pink lipstick. As I left the house to walk down a trail that led through a woods near my house. It seemed like I was alone. Safe to practice my wiggle a bit, so I did and it felt great. Then suddenly.