nighttime Fantasies mass medium

The Camping Trip

A Mother 's Desires serial publication

'' John ? Where are you ? '' I called out as I looked around seeing goose egg but scrub and trees. `` Where is that boy ? '' I wondered aloud. I continued walking down the forest way of life looking for my son and contemplating the hard state of affairs we were in. My Husband died less than a year ago and it has been devastating to our son John. Ever since my husbands passing whoremonger has been giving me attitude and lashing out. The fact that he is turning into a hormonal teenager is n't helping. It got so bad last calendar month that I almost bought him a dingy powder store. I was ready for him to just disappear in his way for hours at that stage. I did n't worry what he would be doing in there as long as he was n't being horrible to me. As if his Father 's death was n't just as hard on me ! `` fountainhead I 'm no-good Loretta Young man, but your Father left us and I 'm doing my best to take his place. I know you did n't want to go on this camping trip, I know it wo n't be the same without your Father. But I feel like we are growing apart and need to arrive together. You will thank me in the end. '' I blurted out in wrath. As I turned the recession of the forest path John 's back came into perspective. With a sigh of relievo I said, `` Oh ! There you are. ''

'' Mom I 'm Peeing ! '' lav shrieked turning his question to look back at me as I came upon him from rear. 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 adequate length. I did n't know what to do or say. I did n't get laid what to opine ! Oh, my God, his stopcock is so big. Where did he get that thing. His father was half that size of it. I thought to myself as icon of his hammer floated in my forefront. I tried to labor it out but the to a greater extent I tried the clearer the image became. Oh ! God, why am I thinking about my son 's cock ? Get yourself together Barbara. I know its been close to a year since you 've seen a dick. But that 's no ground to set off drooling over your sons.

'' Alright mom I 'm ready. '' He called towards me.

'' Thank God. '' I said aloud. Not so much for John 's sake, but for mine. I need to get his cock 's paradigm out of my promontory I thought as I walked to rejoin my son. We continued walking down the lead to the encampment bathroom 's beginner always took us to. whoremaster walked behind me grumbling and complaining under his breath. I felt his eyes on me. Like dagger stabbing into me. Stabbing into my ass. Every time I looked back it looked like his gaze was directed straight at my ass. to a greater extent ikon of his cock snuck into my head. `` What are you thinking about dear ? '' I asked, hoping some conversation would get his colossus member off my mind.

'' Nothing ! '' He blurted out as if he had been caught. His center quickly darted away from my rear end. I knew it ! He was staring at my ass ! That fiddling perv. `` Well if you want to talk I 'm here for you. O.K. ? '' I said hoping his hammer would get out of my mind and my ass out of his. Which only conjured images of his tool fucking my ass ! Dammit Barbara !

'' O.K. Mom, I will go along that in mind. '' He said as I felt a touch of feeling in my kitty-cat and a little moisture. What is going on with me ? Maybe, I am starting my full point I thought. Surely I was n't getting wet thinking about my son 's turncock ! It 's awfully ahead of time for my time period, but I had better assay. These are my only jeans I brought on the camping misstep and I do n't want to bleed through them.

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

'' Mom, we are in the middle of the woods, there is no one around for miles. I do n't cerebrate anyone will see. '' He said with an gravel expression on his face.

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

'' Alright, I will preserve an eye out for you. '' He muttered reluctantly. I made my way to a lowly clearing not far from John. I wanted to get out of sight from the path but I did n't want to be far from John in type something happened. I pulled my pant and panties down and checked. No rakehell, thank God I thought. Well, I am here. I considerably pee while I have the opportunity. I squatted further and let it flow. As pee burst out from between my puss lips spraying little droplets onto my legs and pants I looked back towards John to cause sure he was keeping watch. But instead of having his backbone 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 space but the mammoth erect putz in it I could see as sack as day. My heart jumped and my consistency froze in my diddly. The only thing I could sense was the cold pee droplets on my leg, the lineage rush to my face 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 stop was the merely thing I could think of. Fuck, I should have bought him that powder magazine ! Now he is jacking his tool watching me pee ! Fuck my life sentence, I thought. I glanced back to check on his progress. He was still standing there rubbing his huge cock.

Oh, my god his hammer is so big, I thought. I watched as his hand moved up and down his beam in rhythmical pattern. I started to go entranced, losing all other thought. The entirely thing on my mind was that huge piece of inwardness being pleasured a few yards from me. Suddenly a wet feeling broke my denseness. I looked down between my legs and saw a large quantity of grool flowing out of my cunt dripping to the footing. view and opinion returned bringing with it the burn and wet feeling that had erupted in my cunt. `` Oh, my god, I 'm getting wet ! '' I nearly screamed aloud. I was soaked ! From my clit to my ass whole and running down my thighs thick lubricating liquidity flowed from my vagina. I immediately stood up yanking my pants along with me. `` very well ! I 'm Done, I 'm coming out ! '' I called out glancing over my shoulder joint quickly to see what he was doing. I was glancing quickly not so bathroom would n't know I saw him, but out of awe of seeing that cock again. Or maybe care of what I would do if I saw that putz again. As I looked back Gospel According to John was quickly turning around trying to stuff his throbbing erect phallus in his drawers. I waited for another minute and then started to walk towards him. `` Alright, let 's go. '' I said. `` We need to set up camp before nighttime. '' He did n't say a give-and-take as I continued on past him walking at a quick rate. About a half an hour of awkward walking in muteness 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 heavily for him to descend here, the camping site him and his forefather had come to for so many old age. I felt so bad and for a arcminute forgot everything that had transpired thirty minutes ago. I turned to look at my son hoping he would give me a hug but saw a massive jut in his pants and stopped. I was immediately brought back to opinion of his tool which sent a waving of yearning though my warm cunt. If, St. John the Apostle was n't standing right following to me, I would slap my self in the brass right now I thought. I decided the dependable affair to do would be to get the camp set up and get my mind off it all. `` Alright, I will set up the tent, will you bulge the fire dear ? '' I asked not looking at him, afraid I would see his cock bursting out of his denim.

'' Yes mom. '' He sighed again pulling on my ticker strings again. With that I walked off and started clearing a spot for the tent. About an time of day and a lot of frustration later I was finally putting the last stake in that held the tent down. As I was bent over on my knees I saw toilet shadow 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 gear up to get screw doggy. Oh, my god, is he staring at my ass again ? I wondered to myself. I 'm going to kill this piffling perv ! I thought as anger welled up inside me. But at this full stop I did n't know 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 stupefy for him and say, come up and get it. If, this behavior continues we are going straight abode. I thought as I came back to reality. `` privy, is the campfire set up ? '' I asked in an annoyed smell.

'' Yes mom, but I do n't think we will need it, it 's pretty warmly 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 thing you have to worry about are ticking. '' He finished. Or maybe you. I thought to myself as trope of him stroking his cock flare-up back into my head. Later that Night, whoremaster and I sat around the dying camp firing in silence. This trip was not going the way I planned. I thought, glancing at Gospel According to John across the flame occasionally. I tried not to look at him most of the night. Because if I did my eyes would always wander to his crotch. I was starting to intend I wanted to see it again. `` Are you ready for bed john ? '' I asked. Figuring the Oklahoman aurora came the sooner we could go home and leave all about this horrible day.

'' Yeah, I guess. '' He replied, principal bent looking at the ground from his camping BM. I felt so bad for him, but there was nix I could do at this item. This whole camping stumble was my idea to heal lavatory from his Father 's decease. But it has turned into a incubus. I am going to need therapy after this I thought glancing at John 's crotch against my will again.

'' Okay, let me go in start, so I can convert. '' I said, waiting for a answer. None came. I stood up and made my way into the tent. I dug through the script bag we packed looking for my night-shirt and a dry pair of panties but found none. I finally emptied the stallion bag out and the only thing in there was my white lacing see through sexy top. `` That Little perv ! '' I said aloud. I did n't wish if he heard me. I asked him to grab my white night-shirt God dammit ! Now what am I going to do I wondered. My pants are covered in pee, my panties are soaked, I 'm dying of the passion covered in sweat and I have to get these clothes off. I decided to wear 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 make that boy an chewing out. `` John ! I told you to seize my white night shirt not my intimate apparel ! '' I scolded him.

'' I 'm drab, Mom, I just grabbed the white shirt thing on your actor's assistant. '' He said sheepishly. I immediately felt bad. Dammit Barbara. plosive making affair uncollectible I thought.

'' It is all right, but this is form of see through so try not to look to hard. '' I said back in an apologetic tone.

'' 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 front caught my eye coming from his crotch. I looked down and saw his cock growing in his pant right before my center. His jeans erupted upwards pitching his own tent in his pants. As the jeans reached their limit I could see his mammoth hammer starting to curve towards the English looking for place to fill straining to reach his cinch. Yeah ? Sure you wo n't, you little perv, I thought to myself as I turned to go back into the tent. I felt another hint in my puss and intellection, that goes for you to Barbara, you disgusting perv. How much of a slut sporting lady can I be that my pussy gets wet thinking about my Word cock I wondered. `` Are you coming to bed John ? '' I called back over my shoulder as I layed down. The Oklahoman we both get to bed, the sooner I can get family and assay some professional assistant.

'' Yeah, I just need to vary 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 goliath erect penis being released from its cage flooded my head. I closed my optic tight and vowed not to give them until morning from concern that if I saw that cock again I could n't trust myself not to calculate.

'' okeh, I 'll rolling over, you can sleep on my left side. '' I said as I was preying for sopor to come fast. sleep eventually came about an time of day later. My son laying behind me, me with my centre closed tight, fighting off thinking about his cock. I finally drifted off while thinking about if my son was masturbating behind me. The image of him rubbing his throbbing hammer directly behind me almost brought me to tears as I could n't get it out of my head and my pussycat was aching and flowing like a screen. I felt so ashamed and disgusted with myself yet at the same time I knew that if he came and put that rooster in battlefront of my face right now I would suck it without hesitation and I would suck it adept than I sucked any early cock in my life. Laying their feeling guilty and horny was the conclusion matter I remember before being awoken sometime in the night.

'' Huh ! '' I grunted awake out of a restless sleep. In a fog 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 the Evangelist poking me trying to wake me up I wondered. Then, I slowly started to feel a glutinous wet genius on my ass along with the poking. What is going on I wondered in anger. Frustrated I looked down towards my stage and saw a large purple object rubbing in and out from between the gap in my second joint. As my oculus focused and the object protruded further I could see the tumid purple object attached to a longsighted thick beam. In shock, I looked behind me and there was my son, center closed, face contorted in strained delight, hips slowly, rhythmically thrusting. I immediately looked back down and closed my middle pretending to be asleep. Oh, my God, is he humping me, I thought. Then, his cock slid up between my pussy lips and ran all the way to my button before breaking out of my lips and extending out past my tum, as if answering the question. Oh, my God, his hammer was huge. Even bad then I thought it was. What do I do ? I frantically thought. Should I scream ? This is colza ! Oh, God I 'm being raped by my son.

A sinking flavour hit me in the stomach and I felt like I was going to cast up. What the Hell is happening I thought in despair. Another thrust sent his gigantic rooster cascading through my pussycat lips flicking my button as he burst out from between my thighs again. As if to weaken the unbalanced feeling in my stomach my cunt kicked into overdrive and started to burn like no fervency that had ever been lit down there. Oh, unspoiled God no, I thought as his cock slowly thrust again. I 'm getting wet ! What is wrong with me ? Why does this palpate dear ? A stupor wave of pleasure hit my clit this clock time as his cock exited my thighs. As he pulled back I could feel thick-skulled Strand of my cunt juice attach to his cock falling on my ass and spreading out lubricating us both. Oh, my God, my pussy is sopping wet ! ira filled me now. I was tempestuous that my torso was betraying me. I was angry that I was such a whore that my pussy was soaking wet from my son 's cock. Another push forward and all of the choler left my body as his cock slammed into my clit.

delight erupted in my genital organ. My pussy ached and my ass was throbbing as if it were screaming stick it in here. My teat were so big and hard I thought they would shoot milk as they yearned for a mouthpiece. As his cock slid back I felt a boot of liquid state from my vagina and I knew if he thrust that monstrosity hammer against my pussy one more time 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 sanity out the window I was about to bend over and grab that colossus shaft and force it in me. I did n't manage anymore. Nothing else mattered except getting that cock in me. I worked up the courageousness and started to grow. I did n't have it off 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 strand of liquid hitting my ass, incline and cheek. Over and over. Long wooden-headed strands of hot liquid. He was cumming on me.

My sassing was candid with shock when a recollective strand hit my expression going from my os frontale to my chin. Some of it got in my rima oris and the taste of his salty cum flooded across my glossa. Suddenly my pussycat erupted in searing pleasure. A hot piss squirted out as I had the most violent eruption of my life. My squirting hit my closed thighs and sprayed everywhere. Pleasure took over my brain and all I could think about was sucking and fucking my son and his Brobdingnagian pecker. I wanted all of it. In every hole, all day. I wanted his cum leaking out of me xxiv seven. I wanted to be his whore. I layed there convulsing in pleasure. Covered in mine and my son 's cum. The ecstasy lasted for a few minutes and if my son had made a move to make love me right there I would have let him have any hole he wanted.

But realism slowly drifted back in and shame started to erupt in my mind. My horniness was gone, and I was left with a disgusted shamefaced intuitive feeling. I heard snoring coming from my son as his cum started to turn cold on my body. I wiped my human face and laid there on the verge of tears. We are leaving maiden matter in the morning I thought, and I am never going near my sick son again ! Deep down I knew it was to stop me as much as it was to stop him. I hope things will get back to rule some day. Like this never happened. But at this pace I would be lucky if I could produce it home base without fucking my son. The hangdog flavor remained but my puss was starting to ache again and I knew even though I swore I would never conceive about my son in that way again, it was only a subject of time before I got horny and lost command .