"His hands roamed over my tank swimsuit, over my breasts, and down lightly between my legs. I reached out and gently grasped his erection through his shorts, the first c**k I had ever felt. 'This is wrong,' I said.
"Rob's finger pressed the fabric of my cheap tank suit into my p***y. 'I know. How do you feel?'
"I massaged his c**k. 'Like I don't care,' I whispered. 'Like I want this.'"
My mother's fingers were running along my hard c**k. I tugged the knot on her top and felt the strings fall away.
"Thank you," she said, and continued. "'I want to see you,' Rob said. I slid the shoulder straps of my suit off and rolled it down, exposing my breasts. 'Your turn,' I said as I untied his bulky swimsuit. His erection held it up; I had to pull it out to let it drop. I nearly orgasmed when Rob
