It seemed to be my weekend for interrupting people in the throes of passion.I sat alone in the cab of the truck and fingered myself closer and closer to orgasm. One hand was down my shorts strumming my clit, the other alternated between groping my own breasts and then snaking up the loose leg of my shorts to caress my soaked labia. I imagined that I looked comical because I was wearing men’s clothes.My past week had been a rollercoaster of events and emotions. Last Saturday my mother called me in the middle of my girls-only weekend to inform me, in her hysterical panicked state, that my father had been in a terrible car accident and was “bleeding out” in the hospital. With Sylva and Kiera in tow, I sped the hundred or so miles to my old hometown to discover, as we hit the city limits, that dad had suffered multiple superficial cuts from the broken glass and a broken wrist, but was far from death’s door.Mom insisted that I show up anyway and, after consoling dad, Kiera and mom really hit it off. My mother is what some call an “Elder” in her coven and spiritual craft. Kiera fawned over her and begged my mother to teach her. The end result was that Kiera decided to stay with my parents for at least a couple of weeks and Sylva and I returned light one slutty friend.With their vehicle totaled and my father being out of work, I was concerned for their welfare. My boyfriend just happened to have a “spare” truck sitting around and offered to lend it to them. Last night’s trip was, again, to my parents’ home to surprise them with a loaner vehicle. I hadn’t told them that we were coming as I had wanted to surprise them. The surprise was mutual.After a fun but non-eventful drive up, consisting mostly of us singing to the radio and mutually teasing each other, we arrived at my parents’ house. It used to be a small campground and the tiny parking lot is set a fair distance from the house. We parked there, beside dad’s mangled old truck, leaving Anadolu Yakası Escort Glade’s cycle in the bed for the time being, and walked the wooded path past the cabins and outbuildings to the main house that used to be the lodge.As we rounded the final curve in the path that would put us in view of the house and yard, I saw my parents out by the fire pit. Kiera was nowhere in sight. My father was seated on one of the benches with his eyes closed. His pants were down around his ankles and my mother was on her knees between his legs. Her skimpy hippie dress was pulled down, exposing her nude breasts. The short skirt portion was scrunched up over her waist. Her mouth was plunging rapidly up and down my father’s shaft as she moaned in delight with every thrust. One of her hands was on dad’s thigh for balance and the other was busy between her legs as she pleasured herself while orally pleasing my father.My boyfriend laughed in appreciative delight.“Fucking Hell!” was my verbal response.Mom stopped her oral servicing and looked up casually. ”Oh Kryssi, Kryssi, Kryssi,” she delightedly exclaimed as she sprang up and ran over to us with her bare breasts bouncing and a gleam in her eye. “What a pleasant surprise!”“Don’t you fucking kiss me with that mouth, mom!” I shrieked out as I warded against her affections. “You just had dad’s cock in there!”“Kryssi, you’re such a prude, sometimes. Don’t tell me you’ve never sucked cock before!”“Mom, it’s not that. It’s just, well, dad. Eeew, gross.”Dad was laughing but at least had the decency to look embarrassed. Glade was laughing in his usual, non-offensive and appreciative way.“I’ll take a kiss, though,” my lover chimed out with perfect tonality.Mom bounced her topless body over to him and kissed him deeply until I cleared my throat.“See,” she said. “He’s not afraid of people acting naturally.” She turned back to Glade, brushing his chest with her Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan nipples. “Are you bi?”He chuckled at that. “Sorry to disappoint, but only lovely, wild, wanton ladies turn me on.”He continued. “But may I apologize for interrupting your naughty, kinky, fun time as well as compliment you on a magnificent, exquisite, perfect pair of breasts?”“You like?” she asked as she held them up for him to examine. “Who’s are better, mine or Kryssi’s?”“Mom!”“Prude,” my mother laughed at me. She at least put them back inside of her dress.Glade diffused that with his usual grace and style. “One cannot cross-compare two versions of perfection. I find both pairs to be absolute perfection.”“You can touch them, Pooh-Bear won’t mind.”“Mom! Stop!”Again my boyfriend diffused. “I have a surprise for you,” Glade smiled out as he winked at me. “Come with me.” He paused and smirked. “Or come with me after you cum.”Luckily, Kiera emerged from the closest cabin and she and I caught up, although we had been staying connected through messaging the entire week. She was dressed surprisingly conservatively in non-slutty shorts and a t-shirt. She seemed glowing and happy. Mom, Kiera, and I chatted as my mother cleansed her mouth with whiskey. After an awkward arrival, things got back to normal, or abnormal, considering my family. They were most appreciative of the loan of a vehicle. Finally, it was time to leave.Glade unloaded his cycle from the back of the loaner truck and we made our way to his house. Another turn of events, which Glade also had a hand in, resulted in Marcy receiving a “just because” ring from her boyfriend, Jake. She was waltzing in the aisles at work and wanted to find some out-of-the-way place to take him to show her gratitude. I offered up my home because I know I can trust Marcy. That left me at his mercy for a place to rest my head.We were also at the mercy of the weather. Escort Anadolu Yakası Shortly before we arrived at Glade’s “Full Moon Manor,” the light and refreshing sprinkling of rain grew into a downpour. This had left us both soaked; the vibrations of the cycle had also left me in a major state of heat. I had wanted him so badly that I was peeling off my wet clothes before he had turned off the ignition. We made frenzied, lust-driven love out in the open, on the soaked ground, as the rain fell on our nude bodies.He carried me across the threshold for a repeat performance on his foyer floor. A hot shower, followed by watching perhaps twenty minutes of a vampire movie, led to an hours-long marathon that started on the couch and ended in his bed. For added spice, I pulled up some steamy stories and had him read them to me during the act, which led to countless orgasms followed by a sound slumber and my clothes left, totally forgotten, out in the rain all night. They were my only clothes.The result was that I donned my lover’s clothes for the ride to my house so I could change. However, he had some work to finish up and I happily agreed to accompany him and help. His tiny little thirty-two-inch waist pants and shorts were no match for my hips, so I had to settle for some cutoff thin sweatpants shorts. His broad chest made his shirts drape loosely over my torso. Overall I looked like a fashion nightmare, but he admired me nonetheless.I “helped” him work, which meant that I mostly got in the way and asked questions. To say that he was working hard is a poor description. His muscles bunched and flexed as he worked, shirtless, mixing his concrete by hand and artfully applying it until rough-hewn cut stone appeared as if by magic. Sweat poured off his body and would fly out in cascading drops whenever he’d shake his hair. But he didn’t seem to be working at all. To me, work means that one does something for the money and maybe enjoys it.My lover didn’t just enjoy his labors; he assailed them with enthusiasm, verve, and gusto. He was singing to the radio and having the time of his life. He took delight and joy in his work and I found it incredibly sexy and arousing. While the blazing heat didn’t seem to faze him, I needed to cool down in the truck parked in the shade.