I am a sixteen-year-old boy with a perpetual hard-on. On a Sunday morning in summer, we go for a walk in the country. It is peaceful, sunny, and warm.... My mother has a white simple dress on. Since the path is narrow, I walk behind her. I cannot help but notice her beautiful legs. Her calves are shapely, like upside-down bowling pins. As she walks, her dress flaps; and her beautiful milk-white thighs flash before me. She has tied her long blond hair in a ponytail, which goes so beautifully with. Oh fuck" she cried and suddenly felt her body shake from top to bottom as she orgasmed.Falling to the ground she turned onto her back and looked at Jean who was smiling .Close by she noticed another young couple had arrived on the beach not ten feet away from them and the guy had a huge erection and his girl was slowly wanking him off as they watched the show. Sarah found this an incredible turn on. "Jean, please you need to fuck me now to finish me off "Still smiling Jean lifted her legs up. A warrior’s will to take what I desire.”She looked up at him in surprise. Those words... They stirred something familiar within her, as if she’d heard them before. She felt herself falling under his spell, losing her ability to resist. And there was a look in his eyes that was ... different. Boromir as she’d known him, yet not. Her worry deepened. But still she did not stop him. Not yet.It seemed, for a moment, that she might not have to. He suddenly pulled away, still partially clothed, and. And your parents are gone and all. What's the harm in a little peak?" said Robert in an urgent whisper. "Besides, when are you ever going to get another chance like this?"I could feel the tension in the air as the question hung out there. The body moved out of my vision and then another appeared. The second one was my brother, as I recognized his shirt. I heard some shuffling sounds and then felt a push on my shoulder. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" I could hear my brother ask in a hoarse rasp.