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The Camping tripper

A Mother 's Desires Series

'' trick ? Where are you ? '' I called out as I looked around seeing nothing but bushes and trees. `` Where is that boy ? '' I wondered aloud. I continued walking down the forest way looking for my son and contemplating the unmanageable situation we were in. My married man died less than a year ago and it has been devastating to our son John. Ever since my married man passing John has been giving me position and lashing out. The fact that he is turning into a hormonal stripling is n't helping. It got so bad last month that I almost bought him a muddy magazine. I was ready for him to just disappear in his room for minute at that period. I did n't care what he would be doing in there as long as he was n't being horrifying to me. As if his Father 's death was n't just as tough on me ! `` Well I 'm sorry young man, but your don left us and I 'm doing my best to take his place. I know you did n't want to go on this encampment trip, I know it wo n't be the same without your Father. But I feel like we are growing apart and need to come together. You will thank me in the end. '' I blurted out in angriness. As I turned the corner of the forest path Gospel According to John 's back came into view. With a sigh of relief I said, `` Oh ! There you are. ''

'' Mom I 'm Peeing ! '' lavatory shrieked turning his head to look back at me as I came upon him from behind. A quick glimpse down at my son sent me into shock as I saw the gigantic penis in hands.

`` Oh, my God ! '' I shouted as I turned to run. `` I 'm sorry ! It is okay, I did n't see anything. '' I called back as I ran back the way I came. I stopped when I felt I had achieved a far enough distance. I did n't know what to do or say. I did n't know what to suppose ! Oh, my God, his turncock is so big. Where did he get that affair. His father was half that sizing. I thought to myself as images of his tool floated in my pass. I tried to labour it out but the Thomas More I tried the clearer the image became. Oh ! God, why am I thinking about my son 's turncock ? Get yourself together Barbara. I know its been close to a yr since you 've seen a gumshoe. But that 's no reason to start drooling over your Logos.

'' Alright mom I 'm gear up. '' He called towards me.

'' Thank God. '' I said aloud. Not so often for lav 's sake, but for mine. I need to get his cock 's double out of my straits I thought as I walked to rejoin my son. We continued walking down the track to the campsite John 's father always took us to. John walked behind me grumbling and complaining under his intimation. I felt his eyes on me. Like sticker stabbing into me. Stabbing into my ass. Every time I looked back it looked like his gaze was directed straight at my ass. More images of his dick snuck into my headspring. `` What are you thinking about honey ? '' I asked, hoping some conversation would get his giant appendage off my mind.

'' Nothing ! '' He blurted out as if he had been caught. His eyes quickly darted away from my stern end. I knew it ! He was staring at my ass ! That fiddling perv. `` Well if you want to talk I 'm here for you. approve ? '' I said hoping his cock would get out of my brain and my ass out of his. Which only conjured ikon of his cock fucking my ass ! Dammit Barbara !

'' okay Mom, I will keep back that in judgement. '' He said as I felt a mite of tactile sensation in my pussy and a little moisture. What is going on with me ? Maybe, I am starting my period I thought. Surely I was n't getting wet thinking about my son 's hammer ! It 's awfully early for my period, but I had better bridle. These are my entirely blue jean I brought on the tenting trip and I do n't want to leech through them.

'' Hey, John ? '' I said stopping. `` I 'm going to use the bathroom, can you keep a spotter for me so no one sees ? ''

'' Mom, we are in the middle of the woodwind instrument, there is no one around for miles. I do n't imagine anyone will see. '' He said with an stung reflexion on his face.

'' Well-just do it for me sweetheart, okay ? '' I replied pinching his cheek. He hated it when I did that. Which made it all the more gratifying.

'' Alright, I will keep an eye out for you. '' He muttered reluctantly. I made my way to a lowly glade not far from John the Evangelist. I wanted to get out of sight from the path but I did n't want to be far from John the Divine in slip something happened. I pulled my pants and step-in down and train. No blood, thank God I thought. Well, I am here. I better pee while I have the chance. I squatted further and let it course. As pee burst out from between my pussy sassing spraying little droplets onto my leg and drawers I looked back towards John the Divine to realize trusted he was keeping sentinel. But instead of having his cover turned towards me like I was expecting to see, he was facing me. As my eyes focused I saw his arm moving up and down. I followed the length of his arm down to his hand wondering what he was doing. I could barely make out his hand from the distance but the gigantic erect cock in it I could see as crystalize as day. My heart jumped and my body froze in my diddly-shit. The only thing I could feel was the frigidness pee droplets on my legs, the rake rushing to my boldness and a burning erupting in my vagina. Oh, my god, is he masturbating behind that tree ? What is he masturbating to ? I thought frantically. Then, it struck me. Oh, my god, he 's masturbating to me ! Peeing ! Shoot, what should I do ? I wondered. If, I get up he might not finish and then try again later tonight in the tent. Staying put and letting him finish was the only thing I could call up of. Fuck, I should have bought him that magazine ! Now he is jacking his dick watching me pee ! Fuck my life, I thought. I glanced back to check on his progress. He was still standing there rubbing his Brobdingnagian cock.

Oh, my god his hammer is so big, I thought. I watched as his mitt moved up and down his beam of light in rhythmic pattern. I started to become entranced, losing all other thought. The entirely affair on my mind was that Brobdingnagian while of meat being pleasured a few yards from me. Suddenly a wet feeling broke my concentration. I looked down between my leg and saw a large measure of grool flowing out of my pussy dripping to the earth. Thought and tone returned bringing with it the burn and wet tone that had erupted in my cunt. `` Oh, my god, I 'm getting wet ! '' I nearly screamed aloud. I was soaked ! From my clitoris to my ass whole and running down my thighs thick lubricating liquid flowed from my vagina. I immediately stood up yanking my pants along with me. `` okay ! I 'm Done, I 'm coming out ! '' I called out glancing over my shoulder quickly to see what he was doing. I was glancing quickly not so St. John the Apostle would n't know I saw him, but out of awe of seeing that cock again. Or maybe veneration of what I would do if I saw that rooster again. As I looked back John was quickly turning around trying to lug his throbbing erect penis in his pants. I waited for another mo and then started to walk towards him. `` Alright, let 's go. '' I said. `` We need to set up camp before darkness. '' He did n't say a word as I continued on past him walking at a quick pace. About a half an hour of awkward walking in silence later, we finally made it. `` This is the spot right ? '' I said not even looking at John.

'' Yeah this is it. '' John sighed back. He sounded so sad. It must be really severe for him to come here, the camping web site him and his Father had come to for so many old age. I felt so bad and for a mo forgot everything that had transpired thirty arcminute ago. I turned to count at my son hoping he would give me a hug but saw a massive bulge in his pants and stopped. I was immediately brought back to persuasion of his turncock which sent a Wave of yearning though my tender pussy. If, John the Evangelist was n't standing right next to me, I would slap my self in the cheek right now I thought. I decided the best thing to do would be to get the camp set up and get my judgment off it all. `` Alright, I will set up the tent, will you start the fire lamb ? '' I asked not looking at him, afraid I would see his putz bursting out of his jeans.

'' Yes mom. '' He sighed again pulling on my inwardness strings again. With that I walked off and started clearing a spot for the collapsible shelter. About an hour and a lot of frustration later I was finally putting the terminal interest in that held the tent down. As I was bent over on my knees I saw Saint John the Apostle tail casting in front of. I glanced back quickly, and he was just standing there looking at me. Looking at me bent over with my ass in the air as if I was ready to get fucked pooch. Oh, my god, is he staring at my ass again ? I wondered to myself. I 'm going to kill this short perv ! I thought as anger welled up inside me. But at this point I did n't get it on if I was mad at him or myself. Mad because he was staring at my ass or mad because I almost pushed my ass up as if to set for him and say, come and get it. If, this behavior continues we are going square home. I thought as I came back to world. `` John, is the campfire set up ? '' I asked in an annoyed tone.

'' Yes mom, but I do n't think we will need it, it 's moderately strong out. '' He replied.

'' well I would rather have a fire tonight, just to be safe. '' I said it just to argue as I was in a bad mood now.

'' Oh god mom. '' He snapped back. `` The only matter you have to vex about are ticking. '' He finished. Or maybe you. I thought to myself as images of him stroking his pecker burst back into my brain. Later that night, John and I sat around the dying camp fervidness in secretiveness. This tripper was not going the way I planned. I thought, glancing at Saint John the Apostle across the fire occasionally. I tried not to look at him almost of the night. Because if I did my eyes would always betray to his crotch. I was starting to imagine I wanted to see it again. `` Are you ready for bed King John ? '' I asked. Figuring the sooner dayspring came the sooner we could go home and forget all about this horrible day.

'' Yeah, I guess. '' He replied, head bent looking at the solid ground from his camping toilet. I felt so bad for him, but there was nothing I could do at this point. This whole tenting trip was my idea to heal John from his beginner 's Death. But it has turned into a nightmare. I am going to need therapy after this I thought glancing at whoremonger 's privates against my will again.

'' Okay, let me go in first, so I can change. '' I said, waiting for a reply. None came. I stood up and made my way into the collapsible shelter. I dug through the account book bag we packed looking for my night-shirt and a dry pair of panty but found none. I finally emptied the entire bag out and the merely thing in there was my clean lace see through sexy top. `` That Little perv ! '' I said aloud. I did n't care if he heard me. I asked him to take hold of my blanched night-shirt God dammit ! Now what am I going to do I wondered. My pants are covered in pee, my scanty are soaked, I 'm dying of the hotness covered in elbow grease and I have to get these dress off. I decided to bust my sexy top. It was n't one hundred percent see through and it just about covered my ass. I put it on and went out of the tent to cave in that boy an earful. `` John ! I told you to grab my Edward Douglas White Jr. night shirt not my lingerie ! '' I scolded him.

'' I 'm dingy, Mom, I just grabbed the white shirt thing on your bureau. '' He said sheepishly. I immediately felt bad. Dammit Barbara. Stop making things worse I thought.

'' It is okay, but this is kind of see through so try not to see to hard. '' I said back in an excusatory feeling.

'' I wo n't mom. '' He replied looking up at me and sounding a little happier. As I looked at him feeling like we were finally getting somewhere movement caught my eye coming from his crotch. I looked down and saw his cock growing in his pants right before my eyes. His jeans erupted upwards pitching his own collapsible shelter in his pants. As the jeans reached their limit I could see his gigantic hammer starting to curve towards the side looking for blank space to fill straining to strain his girth. Yeah ? certain you wo n't, you petty perv, I thought to myself as I turned to go back into the tent. I felt another touch in my pussy and thought, that goes for you to Barbara, you disgusting perv. How a lot of a slut whore can I be that my slit gets wet thinking about my sons cock I wondered. `` Are you coming to bed John ? '' I called back over my berm as I layed down. The Sooner we both get to bed, the sooner I can get plate and seek some professional help.

'' Yeah, I just need to change into my shorts. '' He replied as he approached the tent. Fuck I thought. I did n't think about him changing. Now images of his giant erect penis being released from its Cage flooded my head. I closed my center plastered and vowed not to spread out them until morning time from fear that if I saw that cock again I could n't desire myself not to look.

'' Okay, I 'll Roll over, you can kip on my allow side. '' I said as I was preying for rest to fall fast. slumber eventually came about an hour later. My son laying behind me, me with my eyes closed tight, fighting off thinking about his cock. I finally drifted off while thinking about if my son was masturbating behind me. The look-alike of him rubbing his throbbing tool directly behind me almost brought me to bust as I could n't get it out of my head and my pussy was aching and flowing like a sieve. I felt so ashamed and disgusted with myself yet at the Same fourth dimension I knew that if he came and put that turncock in battlefront of my face right now I would suck it without hesitancy and I would suck it better than I sucked any other cock in my animation. Laying their touch shamefaced and horny was the final matter I remember before being awoken sometime in the night.

'' Huh ! '' I grunted awake out of a restless quietus. In a haze I wondered what was waking me up. As I slowly came to I realized that something was rubbing against and poking into my ass. Is John poking me trying to wake me up I wondered. Then, I slowly started to sense a unenviable wet sensation on my ass along with the jab. What is going on I wondered in anger. Frustrated I looked down towards my legs and saw a big purple object rubbing in and out from between the gap in my thighs. As my eyes focused and the object protruded further I could see the turgid purple object attached to a hanker thick rotating shaft. In jolt, I looked behind me and there was my son, oculus closed, face contorted in strained joy, hips slowly, rhythmically thrusting. I immediately looked back down and closed my eyes pretending to be asleep. Oh, my God, is he humping me, I thought. Then, his cock slid up between my pussy sass and ran all the way to my clitoris before breaking out of my lips and extending out past my stomach, as if answering the question. Oh, my God, his pecker was immense. Even bigger then I thought it was. What do I do ? I frantically thought. Should I yell ? This is rapine ! Oh, God I 'm being raped by my son.

A sinking notion hit me in the stomach and I felt like I was going to confuse up. What the Hell is happening I thought in despair. Another push sent his gigantic prick cascading through my pussy lips flicking my button as he burst out from between my thigh again. As if to countermine the nauseous feeling in my belly my puss kicked into overuse and started to burn like no fire that had ever been lit down there. Oh, good God no, I thought as his dick slowly thrust again. I 'm getting wet ! What is damage with me ? Why does this feel good ? A shock wafture of joy hit my clit this time as his cock exited my thighs. As he pulled back I could find thick strands of my snatch juice attach to his cock falling on my ass and spreading out lubricating us both. Oh, my God, my pussy is sopping wet ! Anger filled me now. I was angry that my organic structure was betraying me. I was angry that I was such a sporting lady that my puss was soaking wet from my son 's dick. Another jabbing forward and all of the ira left my consistency as his turncock slammed into my clit.

delight erupted in my crotch. My pussy ached and my ass was throbbing as if it were screaming stick it in here. My nipple were so big and hard I thought they would take milk as they yearned for a sass. As his cock slid back I felt a rush of liquid from my vagina and I knew if he thrust that monster cock against my snatch one to a greater extent meter I was going to explode. I braced for it, I anticipated it, I wanted it ! After a few seconds no cock came. My heart raced, I need that cock now I thought. Throwing all of my saneness out the windowpane I was about to turn over and grab that demon dick and force it in me. I did n't care anymore. goose egg else mattered except getting that cock in me. I worked up the courage and started to turn. I did n't jazz what I was going to do or say but I was n't going to get that cock in me whether he liked it or not. As I started to look back I suddenly felt hot chain of liquid hitting my ass, side and face. Over and over. Long thick strands of hot liquidness. He was cumming on me.

My backtalk was undefended with shock when a long strand hit my face going from my frontal bone to my chin. Some of it got in my mouth and the taste perception of his salty cum flooded across my tongue. Suddenly my cunt erupted in searing joy. A hot piss squirted out as I had the most tearing clap of my liveliness. My squirting hit my closed in thighs and sprayed everywhere. pleasure took over my head and all I could cerebrate about was sucking and fucking my son and his huge cock. I wanted all of it. In every cakehole, all day. I wanted his cum leaking out of me two dozen seven. I wanted to be his cyprian. I layed there convulsing in delight. Covered in mine and my son 's cum. The ecstasy lasted for a few minutes and if my son had made a move to be intimate me right there I would have let him have any maw he wanted.

But reality slowly drifted back in and shame started to flare up in my judgement. My hot pants was gone, and I was left with a fed up shamed flavour. I heard snoring coming from my son as his cum started to sour common cold on my body. I wiped my fount and laid there on the verge of crying. We are leaving showtime thing in the break of the day I thought, and I am never going near my ill son again ! trench down I knew it was to stop me as much as it was to stop him. I hope matter will get back to normal some day. Like this never happened. But at this rate I would be favorable if I could make it home without fucking my son. The guilty intuitive feeling remained but my pussy was starting to ache again and I knew even though I swore I would never think about my son in that way again, it was only a thing of prison term before I got horny and lost mastery .