After we got to the lake and set up camp it was time to grabthe beer coolers and the fishing poles for a couple of hours of intinceworm drowning. When... it started to get dark it was time to quit and headback to camp for food when we got there it was time to figure out who wasgoing to be the camp BITCH! (all the cooking and cleaning) and sinceJim's girlfriend refused I was the smallest and the youngest you canguess who got eletced ME.After the meal was done and I had cleaned up and everyone went. We had some of the props, now, too. We’d managed to work a bowdlerised version of the torture chamber scene into the official script, so we had stocks and a whip (which pleased Lill greatly). We had the first of the witch masks. We had a number of witches outer robes (black sackcloth and canvas, very grungy) and we had the one special set of witches under-robes, in chiffon and lace and silk, which Lill had made specially at home because they weren’t needed in the official script. We also had a. She brought them back down to the kitchen, along with a hammer, and hammered all the nails into the entire length of the board so that the sharp ends were sticking an inch or so out the other side. Then she nailed it on the wall with the sharp pointy parts sticking out.She smiled as she imagined the wonderful things she was going to do to herself with that simple board. She stroked her clitoris with her fingers, arousing herself until her body was tingling with sexual excitement. Then she. Ashleigh grabbed me by the waistline of my shorts and pulled me onto the bed next to her. She planted a wet kiss on my mouth. I detected the faint trace of pussy flavor in her spit. My *mother's* pussy flavor. It was erotic and taboo, but I felt almost afraid to enjoy it. Some part of my brain was screaming "you can't like that, it's mom's pussy!" Ashleigh rubbed my cock through my shorts as she continued to kiss me. I could feel mom's uncomfortableness with what was happening. "Ashleigh,I.