Mother fixed me in her gaze. "Don't be jealous baby." She chastised me lightly before kissing me as if to ease any hurt feelings. I smiled a little be...cause she had caught the hint of envy in my voice. She knew me so well. After kissing me she went on."it started nearly three years ago."I was shocked and wondered how they had hidden it. Then I remembered how rarely I saw my family. Holidays certainly wouldn't constitute as quality time. I shrugged no use regretting the past now. I waited to see. It was the most amazing feeling I have ever experienced. I was moaning so loud now. It felt like my moans were from an a****l instinct. She held my body tight and fucked my ass so hard. I felt her hand on my hard cock. She started to stroke me as she fucked me. I could not believe the pleasure. Soon I was close to cumming. I blurted out that i was going to cum. I felt her other hand on my cockhead. She kept fucking my ass and stroking me. To my surprise my ass tightened on her cock and I had a. I was gesturing towards the first painting again.“Yes, I think I can see the point you were making…”She reached out gently and took my hand. She pulled it slowly, inexorably towards her breasts. She used my hand like some tool to caress them for a short time, before leading me dumbstruck further down. My hand slipped inside her trousers. Thinking for the first time since she had taken my hand I used my right hand, my free hand, to unbutton them. My left hand slipped in to damp cotton. No injures outside of some soreness, and a bit of a headache but all in all healthy. Checking your pockets for anything useful, you find your raspberry chap-stick survived but is totally swamped with salt water. Yuck. Your phone is much the same way and now sports a wicked crack across its screen but it is in one piece. Of course it's dead and probably too waterlogged to function anyway, but it is something. Unfortunately your bag is nowhere to be seen and with it your keys and other personal.