" That's fine just do it now," she said.I awkwardly moved over to the toilet and tried to piss with the raging erection which let me tell you is very ...difficult. Somehow I managed and joined her in the shower. She stretched my foreskin back to remove all the piss from my bell end and we went through the normal routine of shower gel and shampoo.I dried her off with a towel and she ordered me to dry her hair. I fired her hair with the hairdryer while she sat cross legged. When I'd finished I dried. That night I saw Sara in a very different light, bright, intelligent, beautiful, but a sex junkie, a girl who was a habitual masturbater, with a fan base in the thousands.She had phone numbers, email addresses, Skype numbers and a bottom drawer filled with sex toys and weird implements, all having found their way into her via webcam, having first contacted the sender and setting up a viewing time, Sara wasted no time in giving the man a good show, who sent it, one guy sending her three butt. This was a lopsided split. Our numbers at Camp Pen were almost equal. This was not a good community with this split on the sexes. I then counted about fifty children though wasn't as sure of that as dark was descending upon the stadium.We backed up and found a spot to talk and plan without being accidentally being seen or heard. We decided to sneak down behind the stand and try to rescue our people without killing or, more to the point, being killed. We expected to be chased when we left but. Mom; No RajjjjjjjI pushed her to wall and kissed her lips. I also removed her shirt and squeezed boobs while I kissed her lips. She tried to push me. But slowly her resistance faded. She was now enjoying it. She started to respond to my kiss. Our tongues started to feel each other. Our salivas mixed. I removed her skirt.Oh she was a sex goddess with big perfect boobs, sexy navel, shaved pussy and soft and big ass.Me: Mom, You are really sexy and beautiful.Mom blushed and told: Son I still feel.