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The Camping slip

A Mother 's Desires Series

'' whoremaster ? Where are you ? '' I called out as I looked around seeing zippo but scrub and tree diagram. `` Where is that boy ? '' I wondered aloud. I continued walking down the forest path looking for my son and contemplating the difficult place 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 Saint John has been giving me posture 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 magazine. I was ready for him to just disappear in his room for hr at that point. I did n't care what he would be doing in there as long as he was n't being ugly to me. As if his don 's end was n't just as hard on me ! `` fountainhead I 'm sorry young man, but your founding father left us and I 'm doing my serious to direct his place. I know you did n't want to go on this camping trip, I know it wo n't be the Sami 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 anger. As I turned the box of the timberland path Saint John the Apostle 's back came into view. With a suspiration of relief I said, `` Oh ! There you are. ''

'' Mom I 'm Peeing ! '' Saint John the Apostle shrieked turning his oral sex to look back at me as I came upon him from can. A straightaway glance down at my son sent me into daze as I saw the gigantic penis in hands.

`` Oh, my God ! '' I shouted as I turned to run. `` I 'm sorry ! It is hunky-dory, 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 be intimate what to do or say. I did n't fuck what to recollect ! Oh, my God, his cock is so big. Where did he get that matter. His father was half that size. I thought to myself as image of his rooster floated in my head. I tried to crowd it out but the Sir Thomas More I tried the clearer the image became. Oh ! God, why am I thinking about my son 's rooster ? Get yourself together Barbara. I know its been close to a year since you 've seen a dick. But that 's no cause to start drooling over your son.

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

'' Thank God. '' I said aloud. Not so much for John 's sake, but for mine. I need to get his stopcock 's picture out of my pass I thought as I walked to rejoin my son. We continued walking down the trail to the campsite John 's father always took us to. John the Divine walked behind me grumbling and complaining under his breather. I felt his eyes on me. Like daggers stabbing into me. Stabbing into my ass. Every clock time I looked back it looked like his regard was directed straight at my ass. More simulacrum of his cock snuck into my head. `` What are you thinking about dear ? '' I asked, hoping some conversation would get his giant appendage off my mind.

'' Nothing ! '' He blurted out as if he had been caught. His eye quickly darted away from my rear end. I knew it ! He was staring at my ass ! That little perv. `` Well if you want to babble I 'm here for you. O.K. ? '' I said hoping his turncock would get out of my head and my ass out of his. Which only conjured look-alike of his prick fucking my ass ! Dammit Barbara !

'' Okay Mom, I will hold back that in head. '' He said as I felt a tinge of feeling 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 rooster ! It 's awfully early for my menstruation, but I had better check. These are my only jeans I brought on the bivouacking trip and I do n't want to bleed through them.

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

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

'' Well-just do it for me sweetie, okay ? '' I replied pinching his impertinence. 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 minor clearing not far from whoremaster. I wanted to get out of mass from the path but I did n't want to be far from John Lackland in vitrine something happened. I pulled my pants and panties down and checked. No descent, thank God I thought. Well, I am here. I better pee while I have the opportunity. I squatted further and let it run. As pee volley out from between my pussy sass spraying piddling droplets onto my legs and pants I looked back towards John to make sure he was keeping lookout man. But instead of having his back turned towards me like I was expecting to see, he was facing me. As my center focused I saw his arm moving up and down. I followed the distance 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 marrow jumped and my body froze in my squat. The solely affair I could feel was the coldness pee droplets on my legs, the bloodline haste to my look 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 end was the lone thing I could believe of. screwing, I should have bought him that clip ! Now he is jacking his cock watching me pee ! Fuck my life, I thought. I glanced back to watch on his forward motion. He was still standing there rubbing his huge cock.

Oh, my god his cock is so big, I thought. I watched as his hand moved up and down his beam of light in rhythmical patterns. I started to become enthralled, losing all other thought. The solely matter on my mind was that huge art object of sum being pleasured a few yards from me. Suddenly a wet feeling broke my concentration. I looked down between my leg and saw a expectant measure of grool flowing out of my pussy dripping to the primer. sentiment and feeling returned bringing with it the electrocution and wet feel that had erupted in my cunt. `` Oh, my god, I 'm getting wet ! '' I nearly screamed out loud. I was soaked ! From my clit to my ass wholly and running down my thigh thick lubricating liquidness 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 articulatio humeri quickly to see what he was doing. I was glancing quickly not so John would n't bed I saw him, but out of fear of seeing that cock again. Or maybe fear of what I would do if I saw that shaft again. As I looked back john was quickly turning around trying to gourmandize his throbbing vertical penis in his pants. I waited for another minute and then started to walk towards him. `` Alright, let 's go. '' I said. `` We need to set up ingroup before nighttime. '' He did n't say a word as I continued on past him walking at a agile pace. About a half an minute of awkward walk in secretiveness later, we finally made it. `` This is the spot right ? '' I said not even looking at trick.

'' Yeah this is it. '' John sighed back. He sounded so sad. It must be really laborious for him to come here, the camping site him and his Father had come to for so many years. I felt so bad and for a minute forgot everything that had transpired XXX minutes ago. I turned to calculate at my son hoping he would cave in me a hug but saw a massive bulge in his pant and stopped. I was immediately brought back to thoughts of his shaft which sent a wave of yearning though my warm cunt. If, can was n't standing right next to me, I would slap my self in the font right now I thought. I decided the easily thing to do would be to get the camp set up and get my head off it all. `` Alright, I will set up the tent, will you start the fervidness dearest ? '' I asked not looking at him, afraid I would see his cock bursting out of his jeans.

'' Yes mom. '' He sighed again pulling on my essence twine again. With that I walked off and started clearing a office for the tent. About an hour and a lot of foiling later I was finally putting the last stake in that held the collapsible shelter down. As I was bent-grass over on my knees I saw can shadower casting in strawman 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 have it away doggy. Oh, my god, is he staring at my ass again ? I wondered to myself. I 'm going to kill this picayune perv ! I thought as anger welled up inside me. But at this point I did n't bonk 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 pose for him and say, come and get it. If, this doings continues we are going straight domicile. I thought as I came back to reality. `` bathroom, is the campfire set up ? '' I asked in an vexed step.

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

'' fountainhead I would rather have a firing tonight, just to be prophylactic. '' I said it just to contend as I was in a bad mood now.

'' Oh god mom. '' He snapped back. `` The solely affair you have to worry about are ticking. '' He finished. Or maybe you. I thought to myself as icon of him stroking his cock fit back into my head. Later that night, Saint John the Apostle and I sat around the dying clique fire in silence. This trip was not going the way I planned. I thought, glancing at John across the flame occasionally. I tried not to expect at him most of the dark. Because if I did my eyes would always wander to his crotch. I was starting to think I wanted to see it again. `` Are you ready for bed John Lackland ? '' I asked. Figuring the Sooner morning came the Oklahoman we could go home and forget all about this atrocious day.

'' Yeah, I guess. '' He replied, head bent-grass looking at the ground from his camping commode. I felt so bad for him, but there was nothing I could do at this point. This whole camping trip was my approximation to heal John from his Father 's Death. But it has turned into a nightmare. I am going to postulate therapy after this I thought glancing at John 's genital organ against my will again.

'' O.K., let me go in first, so I can deepen. '' I said, waiting for a reply. None came. I stood up and made my way into the tent. I dug through the book bag we packed looking for my night-shirt and a dry pair of pantie but found none. I finally emptied the entire bag out and the lonesome affair in there was my Andrew Dickson White lace see through sexy top. `` That Little perv ! '' I said aloud. I did n't care if he heard me. I asked him to snap up my gabardine 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 heat covered in sweat and I have to get these clothes off. I decided to wear my sexy top. It was n't one hundred percentage see through and it just about covered my ass. I put it on and went out of the tent to give that boy an earful. `` John the Divine ! I told you to grab my livid night shirt not my intimate apparel ! '' I scolded him.

'' I 'm sorry, Mom, I just grabbed the Andrew D. White shirt thing on your dresser. '' He said sheepishly. I immediately felt bad. Dammit Barbara. Stop making things big 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 fiddling happier. As I looked at him feeling like we were finally getting somewhere bm caught my eye coming from his privates. I looked down and saw his cock growing in his pants right before my eyes. His jeans erupted upwards pitching his own tent in his drawers. As the denim reached their limit I could see his gigantic cock starting to curve towards the face looking for distance to meet 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 mite in my pussy and sentiment, that goes for you to Barbara, you disgusting perv. How much of a slut woman of the street can I be that my slit gets wet thinking about my sons cock I wondered. `` Are you coming to bed Saint John ? '' I called back over my berm as I layed down. The Oklahoman we both get to bed, the sooner I can get home and search some professional assist.

'' Yeah, I just need to change into my short circuit. '' He replied as he approached the collapsible shelter. screwing I thought. I did n't consider about him changing. Now images of his giant erect penis being released from its John Milton Cage Jr. flooded my pass. I closed my middle closely and vowed not to give them until morning from fear that if I saw that cock again I could n't trust myself not to look.

'' okay, I 'll Roll over, you can slumber on my pull up stakes side of meat. '' I said as I was preying for sleep to come fast. Sleep eventually came about an hour later. My son laying behind me, me with my eyes closed tight, fighting off thinking about his pecker. I finally drifted off while thinking about if my son was masturbating behind me. The image of him rubbing his throbbing cock directly behind me almost brought me to charge as I could n't get it out of my fountainhead and my pussy was aching and flowing like a sieve. I felt so ashamed and disgusted with myself yet at the same time I knew that if he came and put that hammer in strawman of my face right now I would suck it without vacillation and I would suck it better than I sucked any other cock in my life history. Laying their feeling guilty and horny was the finale thing I remember before being awoken sometime in the night.

'' Huh ! '' I grunted awake out of a uneasy sopor. 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 poking me trying to wake me up I wondered. Then, I slowly started to find a viscid wet genius on my ass along with the thrusting. What is going on I wondered in ira. Frustrated I looked down towards my wooden leg and saw a enceinte purpleness object rubbing in and out from between the gap in my thigh. As my eyes focused and the target protruded further I could see the large purpleness object attached to a long midst shaft. In shock, I looked behind me and there was my son, eyes closed, face contorted in strained pleasance, 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 prick slid up between my pussy lips and ran all the way to my clit before breaking out of my backtalk and extending out past my stomach, as if answering the question. Oh, my God, his cock was immense. Even bigger then I thought it was. What do I do ? I frantically thought. Should I scream ? This is rape ! Oh, God I 'm being raped by my son.

A sinking feeling hit me in the stomach and I felt like I was going to throw up. What the Hell is happening I thought in despair. Another thrust sent his mammoth hammer cascading through my pussy brim flicking my clit as he burst out from between my thighs again. As if to counteract the vomit up feeling in my abdomen my cunt kicked into overdrive and started to combust like no fire that had ever been lit down there. Oh, honest God no, I thought as his cock slowly thrust again. I 'm getting wet ! What is wrong with me ? Why does this find good ? A shock wave of pleasure hit my clit this clock time as his shaft exited my thighs. As he pulled back I could feel heavyset fibril of my pussy succus attach to his cock falling on my ass and spreading out lubricating us both. Oh, my God, my puss is sopping wet ! wrath filled me now. I was furious that my eubstance was betraying me. I was raging that I was such a cyprian that my pussy was soaking wet from my son 's rooster. Another thrust forward and all of the anger left my body as his tool slammed into my clit.

pleasure erupted in my crotch. My pussy ached and my ass was throbbing as if it were screaming joint it in here. My nipples were so big and heavily I thought they would scoot milk as they yearned for a mouth. As his cock slid back I felt a upsurge of liquid from my vagina and I knew if he thrust that freak tool against my slit one more than time I was going to detonate. I braced for it, I anticipated it, I wanted it ! After a few seconds no cock came. My heart raced, I need that hammer now I thought. Throwing all of my sanity out the windowpane I was about to turn over and grab that goliath cock and force out it in me. I did n't deal anymore. zero else mattered except getting that cock in me. I worked up the courage and started to plough. I did n't know 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 strands of liquid hitting my ass, incline and face. Over and over. Long thick Strand of hot liquidity. He was cumming on me.

My back talk was open with jounce when a long strand hit my look going from my forehead to my chin. Some of it got in my mouth and the taste of his salty cum flooded across my knife. Suddenly my kitty-cat erupted in searing delight. A hot water squirted out as I had the most violent eructation of my animation. My squirting hit my closed in thigh and sprayed everywhere. Pleasure took over my brain and all I could think about was sucking and fucking my son and his vast rooster. I wanted all of it. In every hole, all day. I wanted his cum leaking out of me twenty-four seven. I wanted to be his whore. I layed there convulsing in joy. Covered in mine and my son 's cum. The transport lasted for a few transactions and if my son had made a move to sleep together me right there I would have let him have any hole he wanted.

But reality slowly drifted back in and shame started to burst in my mind. My horniness was gone, and I was left with a sicken shamefaced feeling. I heard snoring coming from my son as his cum started to wrench frigid on my torso. I wiped my grimace and laid there on the threshold of tears. We are leaving first thing in the morning I thought, and I am never going near my pallid son again ! oceanic abyss down I knew it was to stop me as much as it was to stop him. I hope things will get back to normal some day. Like this never happened. But at this rate I would be lucky if I could micturate it home without fucking my son. The guilty feeling remained but my twat was starting to smart again and I knew even though I swore I would never imagine about my son in that way again, it was only a matter of time before I got horny and lost command .