Dark Fantasies Media

The Camping slip

A mother 's Desires serial publication

'' John ? Where are you ? '' I called out as I looked around seeing zippo but George Bush 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 situation we were in. My Husband died less than a class ago and it has been devastating to our son toilet. Ever since my husbands 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 filthy magazine. I was ready for him to just disappear in his way for time of day at that 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 decease was n't just as hard on me ! `` Well I 'm no-count young man, but your Father left us and I 'm doing my full to take his place. I know you did n't want to go on this bivouacking trip-up, I know it wo n't be the Lapp without your founding father. But I feel like we are growing apart and need to come together. You will give thanks me in the end. '' I blurted out in ire. As I turned the corner of the forest path St. John 's back came into view. With a sigh of moderation I said, `` Oh ! There you are. ''

'' Mom I 'm Peeing ! '' John shrieked turning his headland to look back at me as I came upon him from behind. A straightaway coup d'oeil 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 good-for-nothing ! 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 plenty distance. I did n't know what to do or say. I did n't know what to recollect ! Oh, my God, his cock is so big. Where did he get that thing. His founder was half that size. I thought to myself as images of his cock floated in my read/write head. I tried to force it out but the to a greater extent I tried the clearer the ikon became. Oh ! God, why am I thinking about my son 's cock ? Get yourself together Barbara. I know its been close to a class since you 've seen a gumshoe. But that 's no reason to start drooling over your sons.

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

'' Thank God. '' I said aloud. Not so lots for John 's sake, but for mine. I need to get his shaft 's paradigm out of my head I thought as I walked to rejoin my son. We continued walking down the trail to the camping ground can 's father always took us to. John walked behind me grumbling and complaining under his breathing time. I felt his centre on me. Like daggers stabbing into me. Stabbing into my ass. Every time I looked back it looked like his gaze was directed straight at my ass. More picture of his dick snuck into my head. `` What are you thinking about love ? '' I asked, hoping some conversation would get his giant member off my mind.

'' aught ! '' He blurted out as if he had been caught. His eyes quickly darted away from my rear end. I knew it ! He was staring at my ass ! That picayune perv. `` Well if you want to talk I 'm here for you. Okay ? '' I said hoping his cock would get out of my thinker and my ass out of his. Which only conjured images of his cock fucking my ass ! Dammit Barbara !

'' O.K. Mom, I will retain that in mind. '' 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 cock ! It 's awfully early for my menstruation, but I had better hindrance. These are my entirely blue jean I brought on the tenting trip and I do n't need 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 Natalie Wood, there is no one around for miles. I do n't conceive anyone will see. '' He said with an irritate grammatical construction on his fount.

'' 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 keep an eye out for you. '' He muttered reluctantly. I made my way to a belittled clearing not far from lavatory. I wanted to get out of sight from the route but I did n't want to be far from John in compositor's case something happened. I pulled my pants and panty down and discipline. No blood, thank God I thought. Well, I am here. I better pee while I have the opportunity. I squatted further and let it flow. As pee salvo out from between my kitty rim spraying niggling droplets onto my legs and bloomers I looked back towards John to induce sure as shooting he was keeping picket. But instead of having his back turned towards me like I was expecting to see, he was facing me. As my optic 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 hired hand from the distance but the mammoth erect cock in it I could see as clear as day. My heart jumped and my body froze in my diddly-squat. The only matter I could feel was the cold pee droplets on my legs, the line haste 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 eat up and then try again later tonight in the collapsible shelter. Staying put and letting him end up was the only matter I could think of. Fuck, I should hold bought him that magazine ! Now he is jacking his putz watching me pee ! fuck my life, 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 hand moved up and down his shaft in rhythmic patterns. I started to go beguiled, losing all other thought process. The only affair on my mind was that huge patch of inwardness being pleasured a few yards from me. Suddenly a wet tactual sensation broke my concentration. I looked down between my legs and saw a tumid amount of grool flowing out of my pussy dripping to the ground. Thought and feeling returned bringing with it the electrocution and wet tactile sensation that had erupted in my puss. `` Oh, my god, I 'm getting wet ! '' I nearly screamed aloud. I was soaked ! From my clit to my ass altogether and running down my thigh thick lubricating liquid flowed from my vagina. I immediately stood up yanking my pants along with me. `` Alright ! 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 John would n't get it on I saw him, but out of fear of seeing that cock again. Or maybe reverence of what I would do if I saw that tool again. As I looked back privy was quickly turning around trying to stuff his throbbing erect member in his pants. I waited for another minute and then started to take the air towards him. `` Alright, let 's go. '' I said. `` We need to set up camp before dark. '' He did n't say a word as I continued on past him walking at a quick tempo. About a one-half an hour of awkward walking in secrecy later, we finally made it. `` This is the spot right ? '' I said not even looking at bathroom.

'' Yeah this is it. '' John sighed back. He sounded so sad. It must be really difficult for him to come here, the camping site him and his begetter had come to for so many years. I felt so bad and for a minute forgot everything that had transpired thirty second ago. I turned to search at my son hoping he would consecrate me a hug but saw a massive bulge in his pants and stopped. I was immediately brought back to mentation of his stopcock which sent a wave of yearning though my ardent twat. If, John was n't standing right following to me, I would slap my ego in the look right now I thought. I decided the unspoilt thing to do would be to get the camp set up and get my nous off it all. `` Alright, I will set up the tent, will you set off the flack dear ? '' 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 heart cosmic string again. With that I walked off and started clearing a maculation for the tent. About an hour and a lot of foiling later I was finally putting the last stake in that held the tent down. As I was bent over on my stifle I saw John the Evangelist apparition molding in forepart 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 doggie. Oh, my god, is he staring at my ass again ? I wondered to myself. I 'm going to vote down this little perv ! I thought as anger welled up inside me. But at this full point 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 pose for him and say, come and get it. If, this behavior continues we are going consecutive home. I thought as I came back to realness. `` John the Divine, is the campfire set up ? '' I asked in an pissed off timbre.

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

'' well I would rather possess a fervor tonight, just to be safe. '' I said it just to contend as I was in a bad mood now.

'' Oh god mom. '' He snapped back. `` The only thing you have to worry about are ticks. '' He finished. Or maybe you. I thought to myself as images of him stroking his cock burst back into my top dog. Later that night, John and I sat around the dying summer camp flack in secretiveness. This tripper was not going the way I planned. I thought, glancing at John across the fire occasionally. I tried not to front at him most of the night. Because if I did my middle would always wander 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 break of the day came the Oklahoman we could go home and forget all about this horrible day.

'' Yeah, I guess. '' He replied, capitulum bent-grass looking at the ground from his camping can. I felt so bad for him, but there was aught I could do at this point. This totally encampment trip was my melodic theme to heal John from his Father 's destruction. But it has turned into a nightmare. I am going to need therapy after this I thought glancing at Saint John the Apostle '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 book bag we packed looking for my night-shirt and a dry twosome of pantie but found none. I finally emptied the entire bag out and the only affair in there was my white lace see through aphrodisiacal top. `` That Little perv ! '' I said aloud. I did n't care if he heard me. I asked him to grab my Andrew D. 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 heat covered in travail and I have to get these clothes off. I decided to bear my aphrodisiacal top. It was n't one century percent see through and it just about covered my ass. I put it on and went out of the tent to commit that boy an earful. `` lavatory ! I told you to snap up my Andrew Dickson White night shirt not my lingerie ! '' I scolded him.

'' I 'm drab, Mom, I just grabbed the white shirt thing on your dresser. '' He said sheepishly. I immediately felt bad. Dammit Barbara. halt making things forged I thought.

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

'' 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 eye. His blue jean erupted upwards pitching his own tent in his pants. As the dungaree reached their limitation I could see his gigantic hammer starting to veer towards the side looking for distance to meet straining to contact his girth. Yeah ? surely you wo n't, you lilliputian perv, I thought to myself as I turned to go back into the tent. I felt another mite in my pussy and thought, that goes for you to Barbara, you disgusting perv. How often of a adulteress working girl can I be that my pussy gets wet thinking about my Son 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 sooner I can get plate and assay some professional help.

'' Yeah, I just need to change into my trunks. '' He replied as he approached the tent. shag I thought. I did n't remember about him changing. Now images of his monster erect penis being released from its cage flooded my headland. I closed my centre blind drunk and vowed not to open them until morning from veneration that if I saw that cock again I could n't commit myself not to look.

'' Okay, I 'll Roll over, you can sleep on my left over incline. '' I said as I was preying for sleep to come fast. rest eventually came about an hour later. My son laying behind me, me with my centre closed tight, fighting off thinking about his putz. I finally drifted off while thinking about if my son was masturbating behind me. The double of him rubbing his throbbing cock directly behind me almost brought me to charge as I could n't get it out of my head and my kitty 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 shaft in social movement of my face right now I would nurse it without waver and I would suck it ameliorate than I sucked any other rooster in my life history. Laying their touch guilty and horny was the endure 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 John poking me trying to heat me up I wondered. Then, I slowly started to feel a glutinous wet sentiency on my ass along with the poking. What is going on I wondered in ira. Frustrated I looked down towards my legs and saw a large purple object rubbing in and out from between the gap in my thigh. As my optic focused and the object protruded further I could see the large purpleness aim attached to a long midst shaft. In shock, I looked behind me and there was my son, eye closed, face contorted in tense pleasure, 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 kitty lips and ran all the way to my clit before breaking out of my lips and extending out past my stomach, as if answering the enquiry. Oh, my God, his cock was huge. 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 feel hit me in the stomach and I felt like I was going to give up. What the hell on earth is happening I thought in despair. Another thrust sent his gigantic stopcock cascading through my snatch lips flicking my clit as he burst out from between my thighs again. As if to counteract the sick impression in my tummy my snatch 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 cock slowly thrust again. I 'm getting wet ! What is faulty with me ? Why does this palpate good ? A shock wave of pleasure hit my clit this time as his cock exited my second joint. As he pulled back I could feel boneheaded strand of my kitty juice attach to his hammer falling on my ass and spreading out lubricating us both. Oh, my God, my twat is sopping wet ! Anger filled me now. I was tempestuous that my dead body was betraying me. I was angry that I was such a whore that my pussy was soaking wet from my son 's cock. Another stab forward and all of the wrath left my body as his cock slammed into my clit.

pleasance erupted in my crotch. My pussy ached and my ass was throbbing as if it were screaming stick it in here. My mammilla were so big and hard I thought they would sprout milk as they yearned for a mouth. As his cock slid back I felt a boot of liquidity from my vagina and I knew if he thrust that monster cock against my kitty one more time I was going to irrupt. I braced for it, I anticipated it, I wanted it ! After a few seconds no hammer came. My heart raced, I need that putz now I thought. Throwing all of my saneness out the window I was about to bend over and grab that monster cock and force it in me. I did n't give care anymore. Nothing else mattered except getting that cock in me. I worked up the bravery and started to wrick. I did n't know what I was going to do or say but I was n't going to get that rooster in me whether he liked it or not. As I started to look back I suddenly felt hot chain of liquidness hitting my ass, side and grimace. Over and over. Long thickheaded filament of hot liquidness. He was cumming on me.

My rima oris was open with jounce when a long strand hit my look going from my forehead to my chin. Some of it got in my backtalk and the taste sensation of his salty cum flooded across my tongue. Suddenly my snatch erupted in searing pleasure. A hot weewee squirted out as I had the most tearing eruption of my life. My squirting hit my fill up thighs and sprayed everywhere. pleasure took over my mastermind and all I could reckon about was sucking and fucking my son and his huge shaft. I wanted all of it. In every golf hole, all day. I wanted his cum leaking out of me 24 seven. I wanted to be his bawd. I layed there convulsing in pleasance. Covered in mine and my son 's cum. The transport lasted for a few minutes and if my son had made a motion to fuck me right there I would have let him possess any hole he wanted.

But reality slowly drifted back in and ignominy started to burst out in my intellect. My horniness was gone, and I was left with a revolt shamefaced smell. I heard snoring coming from my son as his cum started to turn frigid on my body. I wiped my face and laid there on the verge of bout. We are leaving first affair in the sunup I thought, and I am never going near my retch son again ! deep down I knew it was to finish me as much as it was to arrest 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 piddle it house without fucking my son. The guilty tactile sensation remained but my puss was starting to pine again and I knew even though I swore I would never believe about my son in that way again, it was only a issue of metre before I got horny and lost control condition .