Everything around me fades away. I no longer care where we are or who is watching. All that matters is forcing you to continue. Before I can snatch...your hand back, I catch you rummaging through your beach bag. My blood chills as I see what appears out of the bag – a small pink plug. I quickly swallow as I feel my sex warm, and my body responds by secreting more of my arousal. The chill last only seconds as I see the incredible need in your eyes. You feel it too.Your hunger only serves to. In a few minutes, I was nearly back to normal. My oxygen level was okay, the stinging was a fading sensation, the initial panic had been replaced by a sense of admiration for my son’s quick action, and continued comforting presence. Then, I noticed that there was a developing bonus to his heroism. His boner was now clearly pressed against my backside! His left arm continued to encircle my chest, but his hand was cupping my right breast, and copping a feel. He was panting too, but into my. Then at last he began to accelerate, and finally with a groan rammed his cock up as far as it could go. I felt a sort of warmth deep inside me as he filled my anal passage with his creamy spunk. I suddenly felt very empty as he pulled out. My face still buried in the armchair, I flexed the muscles of my anal sphincter, and felt a warm dribble of liquid squeeze out and drip onto the carpet. I heard a brief click as he took a picture with his phone.“That was the best arse fuck I’ve had for. I want you to go with me to the house.Jessica had already figured out that something was going on and was headed their way. Fred dropped Carla off at her ATV, then both of them headed toward Jessica. "Get on," Fred said as he pulled alongside her tractor. "You can ride with me. We've got something to do."She had more questions than Carla, but Fred ignored her. He deliberately drove at an angle toward the house so the trees and the house would block their view as they drove up. He managed to get.