Girly, with a hint of tomboy my mum used to say, which actually suited me very well.Our sandpit back then had a knee-high (to me) rope fence made from... thick maritime rope around it that separated the k**s area from the rest of the garden, smooth and about as thick as my arm. This particular day I was playing by the edge of the sand, and straddling the rope conveniently while I was playing. I was blissfully enjoying some particularly pleasant tingly sensations between my legs as I was moving and. ”“Do you know is she is a virgin?” Jean asked as she stroked his now hard cock.“Well, sort of, she has never had a cock in her, but has popped her own cherry with one of her mum’s dildos. She said it didn't hurt and she and her best friend both did it together. She has rubbed my cock, but was so rough it hurt. Didn't make me cum. You do mum, but then you are the best.”Jean could feel her lust growing, a plan forming in her mind. The thought of not only seeing her son fuck another teenager, but. He sucked and sucked and then it hit me. A wave of intense pleasure rippled through my body. I let out a scream, “Ahhhhhhhhhhh, ohhh my god!” Good thing our cottage was enclosed or my scream would have echoed over the lake.However he didn't stop, he licked up every last drop of my juices. And slowly began to climb the ladder. I crawled backwards on the doc. I found his towel and quickly unfolded it and sat on it. He crawled forward to me with that same smug look like he was up to something. He. “Mummy, after all the things Rod and I did together, and the fact we talked and talked about everything, I realised that all there was with Gary was ... well ... sex, and it wasn’t enough.“I had no life at all. He went out drinking with his mates and if I went as well I was a spare part. He went to football matches, but would only take me to the pub, never to the things I liked doing. We had nothing to talk about and I felt lonely.“I tried and tried Mummy. We hardly spoke at home, he watched TV.