I was still hoping in the back of my mind that Rhonda would show up, but she wasn't really needed. As I said, I'm sure she had more important things t...o do. After a big bowl of oatmeal sweetened with strawberry preserves (gotta have that sugar hit), I climbed the tower to call her on the radio and let her know I was pretty much recovered. That would save her a trip."Hello, ranger station! Ranger Yancey! You there?"Nothing. Maybe she hadn't made it to the office yet. I had just put the radio back. She had sucked my cock and I wanted to return the favor. With her pussy almost at my face height I leaned forward and reached out with my tongue for her clit. I lapped up her excited fluids that layered her clit and she rested her hands on my head as she enjoyed every second of it.From this position it was not easy to work on her pussy and my tongue soon ached from it. I sat upright and clambered backwards up the bed before stopping beside Charlotte who now watched with interest as her mother. We were making good progress until about halfway up she suddenly stopped causing me to push my, rather embarrassed, face into her buttocks. “Sorry,” I apologised as my hands suddenly shot out, well I had to prevent myself from doing something a trifle risqué, and grabbed the first thing that was available. For the record and in my defence; I did manage to seize either side of her hips as I tried to steady myself. This action would have been perfect but for the fact that she chose that precise. Fake moustaches. More than enough stuff to disguise two nude bike riders. To disguise a mother and her son.It was just after eleven at night when I finally got home. I'd been in my room for only about five minutes before mom appeared in my doorway. She found me sitting at my desk facing my computer. All I had on were a pair of boxer shorts. I'd been waiting for her. I'd already started up my laptop and opened the home page of the Onancock Nudist Society.Mom didn't knock before entering my room..