This tree had branches that hung close to the ground and provided some what of privacy. As we got under the tree I saw that some one had pulled an old... sofa under there and that there was a box of rags near by. Charlie looked at me and said '...you might want to pull of your jeans so they want get dirty and get up on your knees on the sofa...' I removed my jeans and underwear and climb up on the sofa, my knees on the seat and my elbows on the back of the sofa. I didn't even look around to see. "Ohhhh fuck," he groaned. "I shouldn't ... but I did." I don't care," I said lightly. "Are you almost done? I need my pussy licked bad, Uncle John." Oh-fuck-me-to-tears," he gasped.I had forgotten a towel, so he just took off his shirt and used that. As soon as it was all clean, he dove in and that wonderful Gene Simmons tongue started fucking my pussy. How he did that and suck on my clitty at the same time I don't know, but he could do it. I had a string of three orgasms in a row, sliding. Robert felt his prick get harder than it had ever been before. Both of Wanda's hands could fit on Robert's shaft and the head would still poke out.She dropped to her knees in front of him, leaned forward and licked the drop of pre-cum from the tip of his cock. Robert's cock jumped and he moaned. Wanda slid her lips over Rob's cock head and took about 3 inches of him into her mouth. She pulled off and the suction made a popping noise. "I had to really stretch my lips to get all the way. . Ohhhhhgggooddd... Tommmmyy... sweetie..." Mom's thrusting at her hand became more violent and I could hear her moaning my name over and over. Of course I had my cock out and was beating off furiously. Mom spread her legs and I could see she had two fingers buried in her cunt as she got herself off, thinking of me, her teenaged son. "Ohh... ohhh..." Mom came fiercely, not like the night before, almost as if the taboo of masturbating to thoughts of her son made it that much more intense. Mom.