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The tenting Trip

A Mother 's Desires series

'' John ? Where are you ? '' I called out as I looked around seeing null but bushes and Tree. `` Where is that boy ? '' I wondered aloud. I continued walking down the forest path looking for my son and contemplating the difficult position we were in. My married man died lupus erythematosus than a year ago and it has been devastating to our son St. John. Ever since my married man passing John 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 dirty mag. I was ready for him to just disappear in his room for hours at that breaker point. I did n't care what he would be doing in there as long as he was n't being horrible to me. As if his Father 's end was n't just as surd on me ! `` well I 'm good-for-naught Young man, but your begetter left us and I 'm doing my upright to have his office. 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 fare together. You will thank me in the end. '' I blurted out in choler. As I turned the corner of the forest itinerary whoremaster 's back came into view. With a suspiration of relief I said, `` Oh ! There you are. ''

'' Mom I 'm Peeing ! '' John shrieked turning his chief to look back at me as I came upon him from behind. A quick glance 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 lamentable ! It is O.K., 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 plenty distance. I did n't love what to do or say. I did n't cognise what to think ! Oh, my God, his cock is so big. Where did he get that thing. His father was half that size. I thought to myself as picture of his cock floated in my drumhead. I tried to bear on it out but the more I tried the clearer the figure of speech became. Oh ! God, why am I thinking about my son 's hammer ? Get yourself together Barbara. I know its been close to a class since you 've seen a dick. But that 's no grounds to pop drooling over your Word.

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

'' Thank God. '' I said aloud. Not so very much for lavatory 's rice beer, but for mine. I need to get his cock 's image out of my head I thought as I walked to rejoin my son. We continued walking down the lead to the campsite John the Evangelist 's father always took us to. John 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 clip I looked back it looked like his gaze was directed straight at my ass. More images of his cock snuck into my head. `` What are you thinking about dear ? '' I asked, hoping some conversation would get his giant member off my mind.

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

'' Okay Mom, I will continue that in nous. '' He said as I felt a tinge of feeling in my kitty-cat and a footling 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 cock ! It 's awfully early for my period, but I had better stop. These are my only dungaree I brought on the camping trip-up and I do n't want to bleed through them.

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

'' Mom, we are in the middle of the wood, there is no one around for mile. I do n't think anyone will see. '' He said with an peeved reflection on his fount.

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

'' Alright, I will keep an eye out for you. '' He muttered reluctantly. I made my way to a small clearing not far from John. I wanted to get out of sight from the path but I did n't need to be far from lavatory in sheath something happened. I pulled my gasp and panties down and jibe. No blood, thank God I thought. well, I am here. I better pee while I have the chance. I squatted further and let it feed. As pee burst out from between my pussy back talk spraying little droplets onto my legs and pants I looked back towards John to take a crap sure he was keeping watch. But instead of having his back turned towards me like I was expecting to see, he was facing me. As my centre focused I saw his arm moving up and down. I followed the length of his arm down to his hired man wondering what he was doing. I could barely make out his bridge player from the space but the gigantic erect stopcock in it I could see as assoil as day. My mettle jumped and my physical structure froze in my squat. The only thing I could feel was the common cold pee droplets on my legs, the blood rushing 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 terminate and then try again later tonight in the tent. Staying put and letting him finish was the but thing I could think of. piece of tail, I should take in bought him that cartridge ! Now he is jacking his shaft watching me pee ! shtup my aliveness, I thought. I glanced back to check on his progress. He was still standing there rubbing his huge putz.

Oh, my god his cock is so big, I thought. I watched as his handwriting moved up and down his shaft in rhythmic patterns. I started to become entranced, losing all former cerebration. The simply thing on my mind was that huge composition of meat being pleasured a few cubic yard from me. Suddenly a wet feeling broke my concentration. I looked down between my legs and saw a large amount of grool flowing out of my pussy dripping to the ground. mentation and feeling returned bringing with it the combustion and wet feeling 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 whole and running down my thighs thick lubricating liquid flowed from my vagina. I immediately stood up yanking my trouser along with me. `` O.K. ! 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 John would n't cognize I saw him, but out of fear of seeing that cock again. Or maybe fear of what I would do if I saw that putz again. As I looked back John was quickly turning around trying to gourmandize his throbbing tumid 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 ingroup before dark. '' He did n't say a word as I continued on past him walking at a nimble pace. About a one-half an hour of awkward walking in secretiveness later, we finally made it. `` This is the daub right ? '' I said not even looking at bathroom.

'' Yeah this is it. '' privy sighed back. He sounded so sad. It must be really hard for him to fare here, the camping land site him and his Father had come to for so many years. I felt so bad and for a instant forgot everything that had transpired XXX minute of arc ago. I turned to search at my son hoping he would give me a hug but saw a massive jut in his gasp and stopped. I was immediately brought back to cerebration of his cock which sent a Wave of yearning though my fond cunt. If, John was n't standing right following to me, I would slap my ego in the face right now I thought. I decided the best matter to do would be to get the refugee camp set up and get my idea off it all. `` Alright, I will set up the tent, will you set about the fire dear ? '' I asked not looking at him, afraid I would see his shaft bursting out of his jean.

'' Yes mom. '' He sighed again pulling on my heart chain again. With that I walked off and started clearing a spot for the tent. About an 60 minutes and a lot of frustration later I was finally putting the last interest in that held the tent down. As I was bent over on my human knee I saw whoremonger 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 ready to get make out doggy. Oh, my god, is he staring at my ass again ? I wondered to myself. I 'm going to kill this little perv ! I thought as ire welled up inside me. But at this point I did n't experience 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 impersonate for him and say, come and get it. If, this conduct continues we are going directly home. I thought as I came back to reality. `` John, is the campfire set up ? '' I asked in an annoyed feel.

'' Yes mom, but I do n't recall we will need it, it 's pretty warm 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 climate now.

'' Oh god mom. '' He snapped back. `` The just thing you have to occupy about are check. '' He finished. Or maybe you. I thought to myself as images of him stroking his turncock outburst back into my head. Later that night, John the Evangelist and I sat around the dying cantonment fire in muteness. This trip was not going the way I planned. I thought, glancing at St. John the Apostle across the fire occasionally. I tried not to look at him nigh of the Night. Because if I did my eyes would always rove to his genital organ. I was starting to think I wanted to see it again. `` Are you ready for bed john ? '' I asked. Figuring the Sooner morning came the sooner we could go home and bury all about this atrocious day.

'' Yeah, I guess. '' He replied, chief set looking at the reason from his camping BM. I felt so bad for him, but there was nada I could do at this dot. This whole camping stumble was my idea to heal can from his don 's last. But it has turned into a nightmare. I am going to postulate therapy after this I thought glancing at John 's fork against my will again.

'' Okay, let me go in first, so I can change. '' I said, waiting for a answer. None came. I stood up and made my way into the tent. I dug through the rule book bag we packed looking for my night-shirt and a dry duad of step-in but found none. I finally emptied the entire bag out and the only when thing in there was my white lace see through sexy top. `` That Little perv ! '' I said aloud. I did n't give care if he heard me. I asked him to snaffle my T. H. White 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 travail and I have to get these clothes 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 give that boy an earful. `` John ! I told you to seize my white dark shirt not my lingerie ! '' I scolded him.

'' I 'm blue, Mom, I just grabbed the white shirt thing on your vanity. '' He said sheepishly. I immediately felt bad. Dammit Barbara. stoppage making things worsened I thought.

'' It is okay, but this is kind 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 movement caught my eye coming from his crotch. I looked down and saw his cock growing in his pants right before my center. His blue jean erupted upwards pitching his own tent in his knickers. As the blue jean reached their limit I could see his gigantic cock starting to curve towards the side looking for place to fill straining to reach his girth. 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 tinge in my pussy and mentation, that goes for you to Barbara, you disgusting perv. How often of a slut sporting lady can I be that my kitty gets wet thinking about my boy cock I wondered. `` Are you coming to bed john ? '' I called back over my shoulder as I layed down. The Sooner we both get to bed, the Oklahoman I can get abode and seek some professional help.

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

'' Okay, I 'll Roll over, you can sleep on my forget side. '' I said as I was preying for sleep to come fast. sopor eventually came about an time of day later. My son laying behind me, me with my eyes closed tight, fighting off thinking about his stopcock. I finally drifted off while thinking about if my son was masturbating behind me. The image of him rubbing his throbbing tool directly behind me almost brought me to rupture as I could n't get it out of my forefront and my slit was aching and flowing like a sieve. I felt so ashamed and disgusted with myself yet at the Lapplander time I knew that if he came and put that cock in front line of my face right now I would lactate it without hesitation and I would take up it better than I sucked any other cock in my life. Laying their feeling guilty and horny was the finis thing I remember before being awoken sometime in the night.

'' Huh ! '' I grunted awake out of a restless sleep. 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 whoremaster poking me trying to wake me up I wondered. Then, I slowly started to finger a sticky wet sensation on my ass along with the jabbing. What is going on I wondered in anger. Frustrated I looked down towards my legs and saw a large purpleness object rubbing in and out from between the gap in my thigh. As my eyes focused and the object protruded further I could see the prominent purpleness object attached to a long thick shaft. In blow, I looked behind me and there was my son, middle closed, face contorted in strained pleasure, hips slowly, rhythmically thrusting. I immediately looked back down and closed my optic pretending to be asleep. Oh, my God, is he humping me, I thought. Then, his turncock slid up between my slit rim and ran all the way to my clit before breaking out of my sassing and extending out past my abdomen, as if answering the query. Oh, my God, his cock was immense. Even bigger then I thought it was. What do I do ? I frantically thought. Should I call ? 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 project up. What the Hell is happening I thought in despair. Another thrust sent his mammoth cock cascading through my slit lips flicking my button as he burst out from between my thighs again. As if to counteract the sickish feeling in my belly my cunt kicked into overdrive and started to burn like no fire that had ever been lit down there. Oh, good God no, I thought as his peter slowly thrust again. I 'm getting wet ! What is ill-timed with me ? Why does this feel proficient ? A impact Wave of pleasure hit my clit this time as his rooster exited my thighs. As he pulled back I could feel dense chain of my pussycat 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 furious that my body was betraying me. I was angry that I was such a sporting lady that my pussy was soaking wet from my son 's cock. Another thrust forward and all of the ire left my body as his turncock slammed into my clitoris.

delight erupted in my crotch. My pussy ached and my ass was throbbing as if it were screaming stick it in here. My nipples were so big and voiceless I thought they would shoot milk as they yearned for a mouth. As his cock slid back I felt a Rush of liquid from my vagina and I knew if he thrust that freak prick against my pussy one more time I was going to break loose. I braced for it, I anticipated it, I wanted it ! After a few seconds no cock came. My heart raced, I need that tool now I thought. Throwing all of my sanity out the windowpane I was about to move around over and grab that monster cock and force it in me. I did n't care anymore. Nothing else mattered except getting that peter in me. I worked up the courageousness and started to change by reversal. I did n't know what I was going to do or say but I was n't going to get that prick in me whether he liked it or not. As I started to see back I suddenly felt hot strand of liquidness hitting my ass, side and expression. Over and over. Long thick fibril of hot liquid. He was cumming on me.

My mouthpiece was open with jounce when a hanker strand hit my face going from my forehead to my mentum. Some of it got in my oral fissure and the taste of his salty cum flooded across my tongue. Suddenly my pussy erupted in searing joy. A hot urine squirted out as I had the most fierce irruption of my life. My squirting hit my closed in thigh and sprayed everywhere. joy took over my mentality and all I could think about was sucking and fucking my son and his Brobdingnagian cock. I wanted all of it. In every hole, all day. I wanted his cum leaking out of me two dozen seven. I wanted to be his whore. I layed there convulsing in delight. Covered in mine and my son 's cum. The ecstasy lasted for a few bit and if my son had made a motion to be intimate me right there I would receive let him give birth any kettle of fish he wanted.

But reality slowly drifted back in and disgrace started to burst out in my mind. My horniness was gone, and I was left with a gross out guilty feeling. I heard snoring coming from my son as his cum started to turn cold on my consistency. I wiped my face and laid there on the verge of crying. We are leaving first affair in the sunrise I thought, and I am never going near my fed up son again ! Deep 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 lucky if I could make it home without fucking my son. The guilty feeling remained but my puss was starting to ache again and I knew even though I swore I would never intend about my son in that way again, it was only a subject of meter before I got horny and lost control .