"Yeah ... I know it's impossible since we don't have a pool but, rather than anything else, I would love to have a pool party with all my friends from... camp."While Tom had 'more or less' kept Bobbie up to date about what had happened at camp including the three-day outing on Skinny Dipper Island, he had been vague on the details, so the following morning, Bobbie called Helen Adams, Linda's mother, to see if she could fill in the gaps. What she heard threw her for a loop."You mean to say that. It was dark back here. Even if someone were right outside the vehicle they probably could see inside. Our car was completely by itself. My mom and I were now in the back seat, mother and son in our own little cozy world, and we were all alone.I couldn't believe my eyes as mom slipped out of her skirt. "Take off your shirt, and your shorts." She commanded.I did so and sat there in my underwear. It was dark, so I knew mom couldn't make out much of my bulging cock, straining within my briefs.. He rested his hands on my head, gently guiding a first but more insistent as he grew closer. Suddenly his knees went weak and a hot flood shot into my mouth. Not just a trickle like the first guy but forceful jets filling my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed and swallowed still more. Now that was more like it. His cock finally stopped spasming and he pulled away, letting it slip from my mouth. Standing shakily in front of me and still out of breath, he pulled on his pants again and tucked. There were two stops on this trip. One was a ten minute stop where everyone could get out and look around and shop at shops set up outside the train, and that was in New Mexico. The other stop wasn’t for another day and a half and that was a layover in Chicago where I would switch trains. I decided not to get off this time in New Mexico I had gotten a ring and cigarettes on my trip to California and didn’t really need anything when we stopped at around 3 in the afternoon that day. I stayed in.