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The Camping trip-up

A Mother 's Desires serial

'' John ? Where are you ? '' I called out as I looked around seeing nothing but President Bush and tree. `` Where is that boy ? '' I wondered aloud. I continued walking down the forest path looking for my son and contemplating the hard situation we were in. My Husband died LE than a year ago and it has been devastating to our son John. Ever since my husbands passing St. John has been giving me attitude 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 dirty magazine. I was ready for him to just disappear in his way for hours at that spot. I did n't like what he would be doing in there as long as he was n't being atrocious to me. As if his Fatherhood 's death was n't just as hard on me ! `` well I 'm sorry young man, but your Fatherhood left us and I 'm doing my best to rent his stead. I know you did n't need to go on this bivouacking trip, I know it wo n't be the same without your founding father. But I feel like we are growing apart and need to issue forth together. You will give thanks me in the end. '' I blurted out in angriness. As I turned the niche of the forest way of life John 's back came into view. With a sigh of assuagement I said, `` Oh ! There you are. ''

'' Mom I 'm Peeing ! '' John shrieked turning his head to look back at me as I came upon him from seat. A straightaway glance down at my son sent me into shock as I saw the gigantic phallus in hands.

`` Oh, my God ! '' I shouted as I turned to run. `` I 'm deplorable ! It is approve, 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 aloofness. I did n't get laid what to do or say. I did n't know what to think ! Oh, my God, his cock is so big. Where did he get that thing. His father was half that sizing. I thought to myself as figure of his rooster floated in my head. I tried to push it out but the more I tried the clearer the simulacrum became. Oh ! God, why am I thinking about my son 's prick ? Get yourself together Barbara. I know its been close to a class since you 've seen a dick. But that 's no reason to start drooling over your sons.

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

'' Thank God. '' I said aloud. Not so often for John 's sake, but for mine. I need to get his hammer 's image out of my head I thought as I walked to rejoin my son. We continued walking down the lead to the bivouac trick 's father always took us to. John walked behind me grumbling and complaining under his breath. I felt his center 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. more images of his cock snuck into my point. `` What are you thinking about beloved ? '' I asked, hoping some conversation would get his giant member off my mind.

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

'' Okay Mom, I will save that in mind. '' He said as I felt a speck of intuitive feeling in my pussy and a small moisture. What is going on with me ? Maybe, I am starting my menses I thought. Surely I was n't getting wet thinking about my son 's cock ! It 's awfully too soon for my geological period, but I had better check. These are my but dungaree I brought on the bivouacking slip and I do n't want to phlebotomize through them.

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

'' Mom, we are in the middle of the woods, there is no one around for naut mi. I do n't think anyone will see. '' He said with an pissed formula on his facial expression.

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

'' Alright, I will go on 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 want to be far from whoremonger in case something happened. I pulled my pants and panties down and checked. No stemma, thank God I thought. wellspring, I am here. I better pee while I have the opportunity. I squatted further and let it flow. As pee burst out from between my kitty lips spraying little droplets onto my legs and pants I looked back towards privy to make surely he was keeping watch. But instead of having his rear turned towards me like I was expecting to see, he was facing me. As my heart 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 wee-wee out his deal from the distance but the gigantic erect dick in it I could see as unclouded as day. My center jumped and my trunk froze in my squat. The only matter I could sense was the frigidness 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 diagram ? 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 land up and then try again later tonight in the tent. Staying put and letting him finish was the only thing I could think of. Fuck, I should have bought him that clip ! Now he is jacking his cock watching me pee ! Fuck my lifespan, I thought. I glanced back to find out on his progress. He was still standing there rubbing his immense putz.

Oh, my god his rooster is so big, I thought. I watched as his hand moved up and down his diaphysis in rhythmical patterns. I started to become entranced, losing all former thought. The merely thing on my idea was that immense bit of meat being pleasured a few curtilage from me. Suddenly a wet look broke my concentration. I looked down between my legs and saw a declamatory amount of money of grool flowing out of my snatch dripping to the priming coat. opinion and feeling returned bringing with it the combustion and wet impression that had erupted in my puss. `` Oh, my god, I 'm getting wet ! '' I nearly screamed loudly. I was soaked ! From my clit to my ass altogether and running down my thigh thick lubricating liquidness 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 quickly to see what he was doing. I was glancing quickly not so John would n't be intimate I saw him, but out of fear of seeing that cock again. Or maybe fear of what I would do if I saw that cock again. As I looked back whoremonger was quickly turning around trying to choke up his throbbing tumid penis in his bloomers. 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 dark. '' He did n't say a word as I continued on past him walking at a promptly stride. 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. '' toilet sighed back. He sounded so sad. It must be really hard for him to come here, the camping site him and his Fatherhood had come to for so many years. I felt so bad and for a minute forgot everything that had transpired thirty minutes ago. I turned to look at my son hoping he would impart me a hug but saw a monumental extrusion in his pants and stopped. I was immediately brought back to persuasion of his tool which sent a wave of yearning though my warm twat. If, John was n't standing right next to me, I would slap my self in the face right now I thought. I decided the practiced affair to do would be to get the ingroup set up and get my mind off it all. `` Alright, I will set up the collapsible shelter, will you start the firing love ? '' I asked not looking at him, afraid I would see his shaft bursting out of his blue jean.

'' Yes mom. '' He sighed again pulling on my warmheartedness 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 stakes in that held the tent down. As I was bent over on my genu I saw Johns apparition casting in front of. I glanced back quickly, and he was just standing there looking at me. Looking at me knack over with my ass in the air as if I was prepare to get fucked doggy. Oh, my god, is he staring at my ass again ? I wondered to myself. I 'm going to toss off this footling perv ! I thought as anger welled up inside me. But at this point I did n't hump 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 put for him and say, come and get it. If, this deportment continues we are going straight home. I thought as I came back to reality. `` John, is the campfire set up ? '' I asked in an pissed off tint.

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

'' fountainhead 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 affair you have to worry about are ticks. '' He finished. Or maybe you. I thought to myself as images of him stroking his cock fusillade back into my school principal. Later that Night, John and I sat around the dying cantonment fire in secretiveness. This trip was not going the way I planned. I thought, glancing at John the Divine across the flaming occasionally. I tried not to reckon at him almost of the dark. Because if I did my eyes would always weave to his fork. I was starting to believe I wanted to see it again. `` Are you make for bed john ? '' I asked. Figuring the sooner morning came the Sooner we could go home and forget all about this horrible day.

'' Yeah, I guess. '' He replied, head bent looking at the ground from his camping BM. I felt so bad for him, but there was nothing I could do at this breaker point. This whole encampment trip was my mind to cure Gospel According to John from his Father of the Church 's death. But it has turned into a nightmare. I am going to want therapy after this I thought glancing at John 's crotch 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 tent. I dug through the book bag we packed looking for my night-shirt and a dry twain of panties but found none. I finally emptied the entire bag out and the only if thing in there was my 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 snaffle my white night-shirt God dammit ! Now what am I going to do I wondered. My pants are covered in pee, my step-in are soaked, I 'm dying of the estrus covered in swither and I have to get these clothes off. I decided to fag 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 grab my blank night shirt not my intimate apparel ! '' I scolded him.

'' I 'm sorry, Mom, I just grabbed the White shirt thing on your dresser. '' He said sheepishly. I immediately felt bad. Dammit Barbara. Stop making affair big I thought.

'' It is alright, 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 niggling happier. As I looked at him feeling like we were finally getting somewhere apparent motion caught my eye coming from his crotch. I looked down and saw his putz growing in his pants right before my eyes. His jeans erupted upwards pitching his own tent in his pants. As the blue jean reached their limit I could see his gigantic peter starting to curve towards the side looking for space to take straining to arrive at his girth. Yeah ? Sure you wo n't, you small perv, I thought to myself as I turned to go back into the collapsible shelter. I felt another tinge in my pussy and idea, that goes for you to Barbara, you disgusting perv. How much of a slut whore can I be that my pussy gets wet thinking about my sons cock I wondered. `` Are you coming to bed John ? '' I called back over my shoulder joint as I layed down. The sooner we both get to bed, the sooner I can get home and seek some professional help.

'' Yeah, I just need to modify into my short circuit. '' He replied as he approached the collapsible shelter. fuck I thought. I did n't think about him changing. Now images of his giant erect phallus being released from its coop flooded my caput. I closed my centre tight and vowed not to spread out them until sunrise from fear that if I saw that pecker again I could n't trust myself not to wait.

'' Okay, I 'll Roll over, you can sleep on my forget side. '' I said as I was preying for sleep to do fast. nap eventually came about an hour later. My son laying behind me, me with my oculus closed tight, fighting off thinking about his shaft. 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 tears as I could n't get it out of my head teacher and my kitty-cat 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 cock in front end of my brass right now I would breastfeed it without hesitation and I would suck it effective than I sucked any other cock in my life. Laying their feeling guilty and horny was the end thing I remember before being awoken sometime in the night.

'' Huh ! '' I grunted awake out of a restless sleep. In a daze 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 bathroom poking me trying to wake me up I wondered. Then, I slowly started to feel a gluey wet sense datum on my ass along with the poke. What is going on I wondered in choler. Frustrated I looked down towards my pegleg and saw a heavy purpleness object rubbing in and out from between the gap in my second joint. As my eyes focused and the object protruded further I could see the bombastic purple target attached to a recollective midst scape. In seismic disturbance, I looked behind me and there was my son, eyes closed, font contorted in laboured joy, hips slowly, rhythmically thrusting. I immediately looked back down and closed my centre pretending to be asleep. Oh, my God, is he humping me, I thought. Then, his pecker slid up between my pussy lips and ran all the way to my clitoris before breaking out of my lips and extending out past my venter, as if answering the interrogation. Oh, my God, his tool was huge. Even gravid then I thought it was. What do I do ? I frantically thought. Should I shout out ? This is assault ! 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 Inferno is happening I thought in despair. Another thrust sent his gigantic dick cascading through my snatch lips flicking my clit as he burst out from between my thighs again. As if to counterbalance the gruesome feeling in my stomach my cunt kicked into overdrive and started to burn like no attack that had ever been lit down there. Oh, good God no, I thought as his stopcock slowly thrust again. I 'm getting wet ! What is wrong with me ? Why does this feel ripe ? A jar waving of delight hit my clit this time as his cock exited my thighs. As he pulled back I could experience chummy Strand of my pussy succus 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 body was betraying me. I was angry that I was such a prostitute that my pussy was soaking wet from my son 's cock. Another thrust forward and all of the anger left my body as his peter slammed into my clit.

Pleasure erupted in my fork. My slit ached and my ass was throbbing as if it were screaming reefer it in here. My nipples were so big and arduous I thought they would shoot milk as they yearned for a mouth. As his pecker slid back I felt a rush of liquid from my vagina and I knew if he thrust that monster dick against my pussy one Sir Thomas More time I was going to blow up. I braced for it, I anticipated it, I wanted it ! After a few seconds no cock came. My spunk raced, I need that tool now I thought. Throwing all of my sanity out the window I was about to turn over and snap up that demon putz and force it in me. I did n't handle anymore. Nothing else mattered except getting that putz in me. I worked up the courage and started to turn. 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 search back I suddenly felt hot strands of liquid hitting my ass, side and face. Over and over. Long thick strand of hot liquid state. He was cumming on me.

My backtalk was undecided with shock when a prospicient chain hit my face going from my forehead to my chin. Some of it got in my back talk and the sense of taste of his salty cum flooded across my clapper. Suddenly my pussy erupted in searing pleasance. A hot piss squirted out as I had the most violent eruption of my life. My squirting hit my closed thigh and sprayed everywhere. pleasance took over my Einstein and all I could think about was sucking and fucking my son and his huge cock. I wanted all of it. In every hole, all day. I wanted his cum leaking out of me 24 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 relocation to fuck me right there I would have let him suffer any cakehole he wanted.

But reality slowly drifted back in and pity started to erupt in my mind. My horniness was gone, and I was left with a disgusted guilty feeling. I heard snoring coming from my son as his cum started to rick cold on my trunk. I wiped my look and laid there on the verge of rip. We are leaving starting time thing in the morning I thought, and I am never going near my macabre son again ! Deep down I knew it was to stop me as much as it was to hold back him. I hope things will get back to formula 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 hangdog tactual sensation 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 matter of time before I got horny and lost command .