”It didn’t dawn on me that my son called me a slut and I couldn’t recall a time when another guy had called me that. I didn’t care though. I w...as a slut. I was his slut. And I wanted to be his slut.I bounced on him harder and faster, thrusting my hips forwards and backward and around in circles over him. The squishy sound of his cock repeatedly penetrating my soaking wet vagina was muffled by my moans of pleasure. It felt so good and so right to be riding and fucking his large, youthful cock.He. I had seen where the two escaping bandits had run to, so I knew the most likely place to find the rest of the gang. I made a sweeping arc around behind them so that we could get them caught between fire from two different directions. That can be the most unnerving sort of surprise, so that was what I hoped to do.I rode through the rather open forest to get as close to the bandits as I could. I was prepared to shoot and run if I had to, but I had a more ambitious plan in mind. I was holding my. They arose a little while later. Sharon got up first and said she needed to pee. Justin waited awhile before deciding she was not coming back. Rolling out of bed, he retrieved his clothes strewn around the floor and dressed. His clothes felt uncomfortable reused, he needed to shower.Emerging into the lounge, he heard voices in the kitchen and followed them. The day was sunny and bright. He shielded his eyes from the glare as he emerged."You needn't have got up," Sharon said breezily.He could. "You can touch it if you want." My brain immediately began having an argument with itself. One one hand, she was a minor and my cousin. On the other, she was a young girl offering her ass to me. My hand slowly reached out and touched her cheek. I never broke eye contact with Lili as my hand touched her. She smiled and stepped back, moving her ass closer to me. I took both hands and began exploring her ass. It was so soft and pale. I took her panties and moved them up, turning them into a thong.