Another kick whipped at my head and I barely managed to block it, the force of it on my arm rendering the entire limb numb. A quick punch landed on my upper chest, and I tried to grab her hand and close with her, but she was too quick and pulled away into a sparring stance.

"Janie, what is wrong with you?" I yelled back, still in shock. She declined to answer, instead throwing another roundhouse and quickly spinning into a turning hook kick. I dodged the first but was forced to block the second, catching it on the muscles of my forearm. She was crying freely now, tears and snot running down her face. This was probably the only reason I was able to stop her from pummeling me, since she was obviously lacking focus. She threw another punch, and I finally caught hold of her. I wrapped her up, holding both arms, and fell to the ground so she couldn’t kick or trip me up. My superior strength saved the day, and I held tight as she struggled in vain. She still managed to elbow me a couple of times, cursing me every step of the way, but I held on, knowing if I let go I could get a worse beating. Eventually she wore herself out, and then the strength drained out of her and she collapsed into sobs. I held her for a moment longer, fearing a ruse, but soon realized she really had given up the fight. My tight grip of restraint morphed into a hug of comfort as I held her to my chest, letting her spend her tears.

I murmured words of comfort as she wound down, then finally asked her, "Janie, what’s wrong? Talk to me? Is this about Jared? I thought that’s the way you would want me to handle the situation, so as not to traumatize him about sex."

"I w-wanted to…" She trailed of into sobs again then got ahold of herself. "I wanted to be the one to talk to him about sex. It was my job as his mother. How come he went to you instead?"

Ahh, now I understood. Knowing how important sex was in her life, I realized she must have been looking forward as a devoted mother to explaining things to her son herself. They had been so close for his whole life, having me explain the facts of life must have seemed like a betrayal. "He didn’t come to me, that’s just it," I told her. "I stumbled upon them." I gave her a brief rundown of my encounter with Jared and Madison, and as I finished she seemed a bit more mollified.

"There’s still a lot more he can learn. I told him he needed to talk to you about it." I held her hand in mine, wiping her face with a towel. "It’s not your fault; you did everything right. It’s just hard for a growing boy to discuss sexual topics with his mother. If you take the initiative from here, I think he’ll get over his embarrassment." I thought briefly. "In fact, it’s going to be a lot easier to teach him now that he’s got a training partner."

She smiled slightly. "I guess so. I’m not so unconventional that I planned introducing him to sex myself. I just wanted to be the one to tell him about it, and to be aware when he had reached this point in his life. Now I’m playing catch-up, and I feel like we’re not as close as I thought."

"Why don’t you take him on an exploring hike, and that way the two of you can have some alone time and talk it out. Once the ice is broken, I’m sure he’ll open up to you. I confess I already talked to him about masturbation. He came to me a couple of days ago, and asked me not to tell you. I think this trumps that, though. You guys need to reestablish lines of communication." I rubbed her shoulders, beginning to become aroused at her sweaty, naked body against mine in spite of the circumstances. The rush of adrenaline her attack had brought on had left me all fired up, and now that the threat was over my overworked glands were seeking some form of release.

"I remember when I was his age. I couldn’t have talked to my mom about sex or jerking off if my life depended on it. The fact that he was able to tell you about this at all speaks volumes about how great a parent you are." My caresses moved to her arms, and then to her belly.

I guess her emotional state was heightened, too, because she responded to my touch, reaching back and running her fingers through my hair. I took that as a sign of encouragement, and brought my hands up to her chest, stroking the stiff peaks of her nipples and kneading the firm flesh of her breasts. A moan broke from her, and she twisted in my arms, lunging in for a passionate kiss. We necked like teenagers for a minute or two, our hands busy stroking each other’s bodies with abandon, then broke off for air.

She looked at me, eyes shining and chest heaving. "I’m so sorry I hit you, Dave. I wasn’t in my right mind. You did the best you could with my boy and I’m grateful for that. Did I hurt you?"

"A little," I admitted ruefully. "But I’ll mend. You sure do pack a wicked kick, woman. Usually I have pads on. This time I caught the full brunt of it."

"I was champion at the Capital Area Open last year in sparring," she informed me with a wicked gleam in her eye. "I guess you got lucky today, buddy."

"Lucky?" I protested. "Remember who was men’s champion? Me, that’s who. You just caught me by surprise, that’s all. I can take you any time."

I felt her stiffen. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Is that a challenge?"

"First one to get a pin gets to be on top," I told her with a grin.

"And loser has to do whatever the winner wants," she replied.

"You’re on!"

She quckly squirmed around, trying to get a joint lock on my left arm. Unfortunately for me, that was the injured one, and I didn’t have the strength to fend her off immediately. She straddled my belly, her fluffy pubes tickling me, and tried to twist my arm behind me. I managed to get my right arm up and under hers, preventing her from using it, and trying to pull her down so I could roll over on her. I only managed to pull her closer, however, which did present her lovely breast to my face. I sucked at her salty nipple, biting it firmly and causing her to cry out.

"No fair!" she gasped. "That gets you a deduction!"

"I don’t see a ref, baby."

She retaliated by gripping my ear in her teeth, making me holler this time. Our sweaty bodies writhed against each other, and I began to smell her aroused sex as she ground against me. Slowly I levered her onto her back, gaining the upper hand. I licked her armpit, now right in my face, tasting her tangy perspiration and causing her to shriek laughter, further losing strength. I was on the verge of pinning her, holding both arms above her head, when she slithered one slick wrist out of my grasp and I felt her hand on my rigid cock.
She twisted it viciously, making me gasp and let go. Using my abused peter as leverage, she soon had me on my back, and climbed on top. He second hand cupped my balls, and a gentle squeeze implied the threat of worse if I didn’t give up.

"Uncle!" I called out, laughing. "You fight dirty!"

"Like you said, honey, I don’t see no ref." She was stroking my boner now, the sweat of our exertions making it slick and slippery.

"What do I have to do, Mistress?" I joked, ready to take my punishment.

"I need to think a minute, and sucking cock helps me concentrate," she said with a smile, and wasted no time in shimmying down my body and plunging my rod into her warm mouth. I groaned as she took my whole length into her, deep throating me with gusto. She backed off, working the swollen head like a demon and bringing me to the brink of orgasm quickly. She must have sensed from my frantic scrabbling and moaning that I was close, and cruelly stopped, leaving me wanting.

"I know what I need, lover," she told me, a line of saliva trailing from her full lower lip to my purple helmet. "I’m all sweaty and I need a bath."

"You want me to carry you to the ocean?"

"No, not that kind of bath. I want a tongue bath. My whole body." She lay back on the towels, eyes gleaming, arms stretched above her, every muscle in that toned body pulled into sharp relief in the bright sunlight.
I looked at her in awe, her stunning body a work of erotic art, then got to work. I took her right hand in mine, pulling it to my mouth. Sucking each finger in turn while staring in her eyes, I started the process of licking her clean. I worked my way up her arm, savoring the salty moisture of her sweat. When I got to the inside of her elbow, she couldn’t help giggling at the ticklish sensation. I spent a little time there, just to return the sweet torture she had given me a moment before. I caressed her upper arm with my tongue, reveling in the contrast of her velvety-soft skin over her rock-hard biceps. Lifting her arm higher, I drove my tongue into her armpit, tasting the salty muskiness of her perspiration. She had obviously recently used one of the dwindling supply of razors, as she was wet and smooth. My oral ministrations to the sensitive skin left her shivering, goosebumps appearing on her skin, her nipples stiff on the puckered rosy areolae. She squirmed as I tickled her once more, before moving to her neck. A drop of sweat trickled down past her ear to her jawline, and I tenderly licked it off her. She turned her head, meeting my mouth with hers and twining her tongue with mine. We kissed for a long moment, then I gripped her earlobe in my teeth, making her gasp quietly. Sucking on the little nub of skin, I made her moan before pulling back and repeating the whole process on her other arm.

"Fuck, this is getting me so horny!" she groaned. "Maybe you should skip to my pussy now."

"Oh, no!" I chided her. "Your prize was a whole body bath, and that’s what you’re going to get. Now roll over."

"I don’t even get my titties sucked!?" she said incredulously.

"Not yet," I replied, rolling her onto her belly on our picnic blanket. She rested her head on her arms, the pose highlighting the gorgeously defined muscles of her back. I exchanged trails of saliva for the beads of sweat on her firm body as I licked her back with long strokes. I finally made my way to those exceptional ass cheeks, and couldn’t help but take a bite of that apple butt.

"Ow!" she squealed. "That’s not licking! No fair."

"No, but this is," I replied, working my way around her taut buns with my hungry mouth. I reached up with both hands and spread the tight cheeks, her pert little anus popping into view. Working up a mouthful of saliva, I planted it right on her pink rosebud with the flat of my tongue, making her gasp again.

Her asshole was slightly bitter, but tempered with a citrusy taste from whatever body lotion she had applied this morning. I circled the muscular ring slowly, savoring the flavor, then plunged the tip of my tongue into the tight hole, making her jump and gasp again. With a final nibble on the loose skin between her two tunnels, I flipped her back over.

She was clenching her fists now, torn between ecstasy and anticipation, her muscles quivering uncontrollably. I grasped one slim foot, and after brushing off the sand, sucked on her big toe. A wordless cry tore from her lips, and I pressed my advantage, running my tongue between her toes, then doing the same thing on her other foot. I was in high gear now, my prick swollen and dripping, pointing at her fur pie like a heat-seeking missle, but by God I had a job to finish and I wasn’t going to rush it!

I took long licks up her shins, drinking in the sweat she was now freely producing in the heat of her arousal. I continued to her thighs, planting a lingering kiss on her pubic mound and inhaling her heady scent, but denying her any further stimulation for now. She grabbed my head and tried to force it between her legs, which she spread apart reflexively, but I pulled away, skipping over her dripping snatch to nuzzle her flat belly.

"Oh shit!" she cried out desperately. "I can’t take any more!"

I ignored her, and licked the droplets of salty water from her tight abs, curling my tongue briefly into her navel and making her squeal again. She was now pounding on the towels with her fists, incoherent, as I finally reached those succulent tits. After taking a minute to admire the taut mounds, the rosy cones of her nipples thrusting upward, the discs of her areolae wrinkled tightly and glistening in the sun, I slowly ran my tongue along the underside of one breast. The tangy dewdrops dotting her flesh burst on my tongue as I stroked my way in a spiral toward her nipple.

By the time I slurped the stiff teat into my hungry mouth she was a wreck, and actually climaxed on the spot just from the suction applied to her hyperstimulated boob. I could smell the sexual perfume rising from between her legs as I closed my eyes and enjoyed suckling her small breasts. I rolled the nipples between my lips, one after the other, capturing the fat nubs in my teeth briefly and making Janie cry out hoarsely.
At this point I figured I had done my duty and headed for my reward—sweet pussy. I slid back down her, my rigid dick dragging over her bush and slapping onto the towel below her as I moved south. I pulled her thighs as far apart as they would go, exposing her seeping snatch to the hot sun beating down overhead.
Her vulva were engorged, thick, pink curtains blossoming around her brilliant coral-colored crack, now drenched in a flood of her juices. I stroked the soft tissue with my hand, laying my head on her thigh and drinking in the gorgeous sight of a fully aroused pussy open before me. I carefully took one of the thick strips of flesh into my mouth, sucking on it firmly, letting the meaty tissue fill my mouth with its warm, wrinkled mass. Her taste was sublime: musky, metallic and tangy, with a hint of pineapple. I sucked ribbons of her sweet nectar into my mouth, swallowing it down as I quenched my thirst on her feminine fountain. My aching tongue strove to penetrate her to its full length, caressing the ridged tunnel of her vagina and bringing her to yet another orgasm.

"Oh, Jesus!" she screamed, her cry rending the peaceful air over the beach. Her body convulsed beneath me, and I rode it out, switching to her clit as she began to wind down. By drawing the tender bud into my mouth and sucking mightily, I drew out her climax longer than I thought humanly possible, leaving her in tears as the wave of pleasure overwhelmed her.

My mouth could do no more; I felt my tongue actually cramping from exertion as I left her divine delta and climbed back upon her shaking body. Kissing her tenderly, I plunged my meat into her gaping fuckhole, slipping easily into her warm, wet canal. She wrapped her arms around me tightly, pressing our slick bodies together as if she were trying to meld our flesh into one unit.

"Oh, God, Dave!" she wailed through her sobs. "I’ve never felt anything that intense before!"

I nuzzled her neck even as I plunged into her, plowing her sopping wet furrow into a bubbling froth. I was so aroused by this point I wanted to climb inside of her, and I found my depth of penetration was not enough for me in this position. Pulling out momentarily I rolled her onto her side, lifting her right leg up as high as it would go. I straddled her left leg and drove into her once more, reaching the depths of her vagina now. I pistoned into her frantically, my balls already preparing to release a monster load of semen deep into her core.

"Mom, are you OK? You’re crying. Are you having sex?" A voice broke into our tightly constrained universe, and we looked up to find Jared and Madison standing on the sand next to us hand in hand. Why the fuck does this keep happening to me? I thought wildly, not even bothering to slow my pumping. Because you keep fucking chicks in public places, moron, I answered myself. You should have gone to the "adult area." Oh well, too late now. I left it up to Janie how she wanted to handle this.

"Yes, honey, we’re having sex," she answered calmly, rolling a little more onto her stomach so she could look at him. "I’m not really crying, it just felt so good my eyes started to water." Her voice shook rhythmically as I continued to pound into her from behind. I noticed Madison was drinking in the scene avidly, little perv that she was. The whole situation was a bit surreal, me humping this naked woman in front of her young son and his girlfriend, while she carried on a conversation with him. It seemed, however, that my capacity for accepting the bizarre had markedly increased in the last week.

"You didn’t show us that position, Dave," complained Madison.

"There’s a lot I didn’t show you," I huffed breathlessly. "I just gave you the basics. You can discover the rest on your own, or we can teach you more if you want. Assuming it’s OK with Ms. Scarlatti." Mighty formal for someone you’re balls deep in, Dave.

Janie held out her hand to her son, and he took it hesitantly, watching her boobs jiggle as I pumped her cunt steadily. "Sex is a magical thing, and I’m glad you’ve experienced it now. Just be aware most people like to do it in private." Her breath caught as I bounced my dickhead off her cervix with a particularly hard thrust.

"Are you mad that we’re here?" Jared asked in a worried voice.

"No, not at all. You can sit and watch if you want."

Now that’s an open-minded woman, I thought in admiration. She practices what she preaches. As for me, I couldn’t have stopped if my grandparents had strolled up with a marching band in tow. I was regaining my edge, after having been distracted by the interruption. Things only got weirder as the two kids sat next to us, in a position where they could watch my wet, purple cock enter Janie’s pussy. It only took a minute for the two of them to find each other’s genitals and begin playing with each other while they took in the show. Seeing Madison’s hand wrapped around Jared’s stiff little cock, and his small fingers buried in her plump, hairless crack was all the stimulation I needed to finish me off.

A few more titanic thrusts and I erupted, all of my pent up lust exploding from me in a fountain of white, a cry of my own wrenched from me as I pumped my seed into her with frantic bucks and heaves of my pelvis. Janie had her own kinder, gentler orgasm this time, biting her lip and groaning softly in pleasure as I filled her gaping cunt with sperm. I collapsed on her back, exhausted and panting.

Jesus God, they’re actually clapping, I thought dimly, recognizing the sound coming from the two youngsters. I opened my eyes to find them no longer masturbating each other but giving us a round of applause. Janie burst out laughing, the spasms causing her pussy to clench on my softening dick, eventually squirting it out of her like a watermelon seed.

"That was awesome!" enthused Madison. She turned to her 8-year-old lover, eyes flashing. "I wanna do it that way next time." Jared looked excited and apprehensive at the same time.

"OK," he said hesitantly.

"Just make sure you find a more private place than we did, honey," Janie warned. "People might freak out if they saw you two going at it, OK?"

"OK, mom," he said, and he and his little Lolita of a girlfriend scampered off, presumably to try out the new position.

"Are we going to be demonstrating for them in the future? Or helping them learn new tricks?" I asked while stroking her back, interested to see what Janie’s answer would be.

"I guess so, if you don’t mind," she said thoughtfully. "I’d rather they learn from us than the older kids."

"I don’t mind." The funny thing is, I really didn’t. A week ago I would have freaked out at the thought of participating in hands-on sex-ed with pre-teens, but after the last few days my horizons had expanded significantly. I gave her ass a gentle slap as I climbed off her, then offered a hand to help her up. We walked hand in hand into the surf to wash up before heading back to camp.

To be continued....

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