We ended up walking clear around this pond but were having a hard time finding any fish. Lying back in some tall soft grass we exchanged stories about... our lives. It was then we noticed someone else fishing over on this outcropping of rocks. Lo and behold if it wasn’t someone of the female species.We watched as she made her way from one spot to another stopping each time to cast into the water before her. Slowly she was making progress towards us until she was within hearing distant of us when. On my way over, I bumped into a kid from class that looked down towards my skirt. I looked down and saw blood running down towards my knees. I pushed my skirt down some more, and ran again. I had gotten some blood on my panties already, so I cleaned up the best I could, and shoved a wad of toilet paper into my vagina to stop the bleeding. I then ran towards my pickup spot, where mom was already waiting. I jumped in the car. Mom,whats wrong? Were you crying? I was afraid to tell her. She looked. Her pussy spilled around me, giving me such joy.I was so glad that she was getting so many orgasms today. My sexy mother earned them. She was amazing. I pumped my hips fast and hard. I buried deep into her cunt. I plunged to the hilt in her tight and juicy snatch, reveling in her spasming flesh.“Yes, yes, you mommy-slut!” I gasped, the pleasure surging around my dick. “I'm going to cum so hard in your twat! I know you want that, don't you?”“So much!” she gasped, her pussy convulsing and. Over age fourty - almost thirty years ago - I stopped to protect, as likely offspring with so much younger partners, schoolgirls mostly, some first year students - is daughters, which I love and amore to educate emotionally, as much as I hate to have sons. I live in the first block of four-story brownstones with back-gardens, close to the corner of the first side-street, named, like all streets in my neighbourhood, after famous Dutch sailors and explorers, Bontekoe. At the other end of my.