I stood there letting the hot water wash away the physical events of the night. I carefully went over in my mind the sexual things that took place bet...een Richard and I. As much as I’d liked to have blamed the “ drunk factor “ and the ‘ staying warm factor “ there was little I could do but face the fact I let my son have sex with me.What was I thinking when I let them talk me into that silly game of “ Chicken “ . My mind flashed back to my words “ I wouldn’t do this if I wasn’t drunk. “ Well. I don't care."A few minutes later, I pull the car into the deserted parking lot. The smell of sulfur fills the air. Ahead of us is a wooden walk bridge leading to the springs. There is thick fog coming off the waters, with one lamp on a pole above the springs. But the light from it does not penetrate the rising steam."Let's go check it out." Are you crazy? Look at this place! There's nothing and nobody here, it stinks, and you can't see a damn thing. It's almost midnight, and it's too fucking. I did not forget it, and one night as I lay kissing her and fingering her clitoris, she told me under promise of the greatest secrecy, that her sister Susan bled when her young man first put it up her, and with this, that Susan had been seduced and had a child; so her father had sent her to service in London, and the better to get her taken care of, had arranged that her sister Sarah should always take service in the same house with her; hence at my mothers. “And, oh!” she concluded, “if Susan. With this spur of the moment decision, I was on my back, on the hard forest ground, asshole lubed up and ready for his hard throbbing cock. He slipped it in slowly. I could feel my hole stretching, and I moaned in ecstasy. After a few minutes of hard fucking we both started to hurt from the forest floor. "Want me to sit on the bench?" I asked. "Yeah." Replied Jordan.With that I was on the hard wooden bench, my legs in the air, and my asshole ready to receive a hard cock once again. With the.