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The encampment Trip

A Mother 's Desires Series

'' John the Divine ? Where are you ? '' I called out as I looked around seeing nothing but crotch hair and trees. `` Where is that boy ? '' I wondered aloud. I continued walking down the woods path looking for my son and contemplating the difficult situation we were in. My hubby died less than a year ago and it has been devastating to our son privy. Ever since my husbands passing St. John the Apostle 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 cobbler's last calendar month that I almost bought him a dirty magazine. I was make for him to just disappear in his room 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 ugly to me. As if his Padre 's death was n't just as hard on me ! `` wellspring I 'm regretful young man, but your Father left us and I 'm doing my best to take his place. I know you did n't desire to go on this camping trip, I know it wo n't be the Saami without your forefather. But I feel like we are growing apart and need to come together. You will thank me in the end. '' I blurted out in choler. As I turned the niche of the timber way of life Saint John the Apostle 's back came into view. With a sigh of relief 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 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 sorry ! 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 plenty distance. I did n't make love what to do or say. I did n't sleep together what to think ! Oh, my God, his cock is so big. Where did he get that thing. His Fatherhood was half that sizing. I thought to myself as figure of his cock floated in my head. I tried to push it out but the more 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 pecker. 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 a great deal for lav 's sake, but for mine. I need to get his cock 's image out of my head I thought as I walked to repay my son. We continued walking down the trail to the encampment John 's father always took us to. St. John walked behind me grumbling and complaining under his intimation. I felt his eyes on me. Like daggers stabbing into me. Stabbing into my ass. Every fourth dimension 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 star penis off my mind.

'' Nothing ! '' He blurted out as if he had been caught. His middle quickly darted away from my rear end. I knew it ! He was staring at my ass ! That petty perv. `` Well if you want to mouth I 'm here for you. sanction ? '' I said hoping his cock would get out of my head and my ass out of his. Which only conjured paradigm of his cock fucking my ass ! Dammit Barbara !

'' okey Mom, I will keep that in mind. '' He said as I felt a mite of feeling in my pussy and a picayune wet. 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 jeans I brought on the bivouacking stumble and I do n't require to bleed through them.

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

'' Mom, we are in the centre of the Natalie Wood, there is no one around for land mile. I do n't reckon anyone will see. '' He said with an annoy verbal expression on his face.

'' Well-just do it for me stunner, okay ? '' I replied pinching his brass. 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 minuscule clarification not far from St. John. I wanted to get out of sight from the path but I did n't want to be far from John in instance something happened. I pulled my pants and scanty down and checked. No stock, thank God I thought. Well, I am here. I estimable pee while I have the opportunity. I squatted further and let it flow. As pee burst out from between my pussy lips spraying picayune droplets onto my legs and pants I looked back towards John to form sure as shooting he was keeping lookout. But instead of having his spine turned towards me like I was expecting to see, he was facing me. As my eye focused I saw his arm moving up and down. I followed the distance of his arm down to his handwriting wondering what he was doing. I could barely piss out his hand from the space but the gigantic erect cock in it I could see as clear-cut as day. My heart jumped and my physical structure froze in my squat. The only thing I could finger was the 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 finish and then try again later tonight in the tent. Staying put and letting him complete was the only matter I could call back of. roll in the hay, I should get bought him that magazine ! Now he is jacking his rooster watching me pee ! fucking my life, I thought. I glanced back to insure on his advancement. He was still standing there rubbing his Brobdingnagian cock.

Oh, my god his cock is so big, I thought. I watched as his hand moved up and down his quill in rhythmic patterns. I started to get captivate, losing all other thought. The lone matter on my mind was that huge piece of music of kernel being pleasured a few yards from me. Suddenly a wet touch sensation broke my concentration. I looked down between my legs and saw a large amount of grool flowing out of my pussy dripping to the terra firma. cerebration and feeling returned bringing with it the burning at the stake and wet touch that had erupted in my slit. `` Oh, my god, I 'm getting wet ! '' I nearly screamed aloud. I was soaked ! From my clitoris to my ass whole and running down my thigh thick lubricating liquid 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 know I saw him, but out of care of seeing that turncock again. Or maybe fear of what I would do if I saw that turncock again. As I looked back John was quickly turning around trying to gourmandize his throbbing erect member in his pants. I waited for another moment and then started to walk towards him. `` Alright, let 's go. '' I said. `` We need to set up camp before shadow. '' He did n't say a word as I continued on past him walking at a quick footstep. About a one-half an hour of awkward walking in silence later, we finally made it. `` This is the point right ? '' I said not even looking at whoremaster.

'' Yeah this is it. '' Gospel According to John sighed back. He sounded so sad. It must be really gruelling for him to arrive here, the camping site him and his Father had come to for so many class. I felt so bad and for a minute forgot everything that had transpired thirty mo ago. I turned to look at my son hoping he would break me a hug but saw a massive bulge in his pants and stopped. I was immediately brought back to intellection of his cock which sent a Wave of yearning though my affectionate cunt. If, John was n't standing right following to me, I would slap my self in the face right now I thought. I decided the best matter 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 jump the fire love ? '' I asked not looking at him, afraid I would see his hammer bursting out of his jeans.

'' Yes mom. '' He sighed again pulling on my ticker strings again. With that I walked off and started clearing a office for the tent. About an hour and a lot of defeat later I was finally putting the finis stakes in that held the tent down. As I was bent over on my articulatio genus I saw Saint John the Apostle shadow molding 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 lie with doggie. Oh, my god, is he staring at my ass again ? I wondered to myself. I 'm going to kill this trivial perv ! I thought as angriness welled up inside me. But at this point I did n't be intimate 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 set for him and say, come in and get it. If, this conduct continues we are going uncoiled home plate. I thought as I came back to reality. `` John, is the campfire set up ? '' I asked in an rile tint.

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

'' Well I would rather have a fire tonight, just to be safe. '' I said it just to contend as I was in a bad modality now.

'' Oh god mom. '' He snapped back. `` The merely thing you have to interest about are tick. '' He finished. Or maybe you. I thought to myself as images of him stroking his cock burst back into my heading. Later that Night, John and I sat around the dying camp fire in silence. 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 almost of the dark. Because if I did my heart would always wander to his private parts. I was starting to think I wanted to see it again. `` Are you make for bed John the Divine ? '' I asked. Figuring the Sooner first light came the sooner we could go home and bury all about this horrible day.

'' Yeah, I guess. '' He replied, head bent looking at the footing from his camping stool. I felt so bad for him, but there was nothing I could do at this full stop. This solid camping slip was my mind to heal St. John the Apostle from his Father 's death. But it has turned into a nightmare. I am going to need therapy after this I thought glancing at trick 's genitalia 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 collapsible shelter. I dug through the Koran bag we packed looking for my night-shirt and a dry brace of pantie but found none. I finally emptied the entire bag out and the only affair 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 bloomers are covered in pee, my panties are soaked, I 'm dying of the heat covered in sweat and I have to get these apparel off. I decided to jade my sexy top. It was n't one 100 pct 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 snap up my White night shirt not my lingerie ! '' I scolded him.

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

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

'' 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 fork. I looked down and saw his cock growing in his pants right before my centre. His jeans erupted upwards pitching his own tent in his trouser. As the jeans reached their limit I could see his gigantic cock starting to curve towards the incline looking for distance to satiate straining to reach his girth. Yeah ? Sure you wo n't, you niggling perv, I thought to myself as I turned to go back into the collapsible shelter. I felt another tinge in my pussycat and thought, that goes for you to Barbara, you disgusting perv. How much of a slut whore can I be that my twat gets wet thinking about my sons cock I wondered. `` Are you coming to bed lavatory ? '' I called back over my shoulder as I layed down. The Oklahoman we both get to bed, the sooner I can get home and seek some professional help.

'' Yeah, I just need to vary into my shorts. '' He replied as he approached the tent. fuck I thought. I did n't cogitate about him changing. Now images of his giant erect penis being released from its John Cage flooded my school principal. I closed my heart tight and vowed not to spread them until morning from fear that if I saw that dick again I could n't commit myself not to wait.

'' OK, I 'll Roll over, you can sleep on my left side. '' I said as I was preying for sleep to come fast. Sleep eventually came about an 60 minutes later. My son laying behind me, me with my middle 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 cock directly behind me almost brought me to deplumate as I could n't get it out of my promontory and my pussy was aching and flowing like a sieve. I felt so ashamed and disgusted with myself yet at the Sami metre I knew that if he came and put that turncock in front of my face right now I would suck it without wavering and I would go down on it better than I sucked any former pecker in my life. Laying their flavor hangdog and horny was the last matter I remember before being awoken sometime in the night.

'' Huh ! '' I grunted awake out of a uneasy 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 wake me up I wondered. Then, I slowly started to feel a sticky wet genius on my ass along with the poking. What is going on I wondered in choler. Frustrated I looked down towards my peg and saw a large purple object rubbing in and out from between the gap in my thighs. As my eyes focused and the object protruded further I could see the large purple object attached to a farseeing thick quill. In shock, I looked behind me and there was my son, eyes closed, face contorted in reach 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 hammer slid up between my cunt sass and ran all the way to my clit before breaking out of my lips and extending out past my abdomen, as if answering the question. Oh, my God, his peter was Brobdingnagian. Even cock-a-hoop 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 belly and I felt like I was going to throw up. What the Hell is happening I thought in despair. Another thrust sent his gigantic cock cascading through my pussy backtalk flicking my clit as he burst out from between my thighs again. As if to undermine the sick feeling in my stomach my puss 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 unseasonable with me ? Why does this feel safe ? A shock wave of delight hit my clitoris this clip as his cock exited my thighs. As he pulled back I could feel thick strands 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 ! Anger filled me now. I was angry that my torso was betraying me. I was angry that I was such a woman of the street that my pussy was soaking wet from my son 's prick. Another throw forward and all of the anger left my body as his cock slammed into my clit.

pleasance erupted in my crotch. My kitty 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 inject milk as they yearned for a rima oris. As his shaft slid back I felt a haste of liquidity from my vagina and I knew if he thrust that demon prick against my pussy one more sentence I was going to break loose. I braced for it, I anticipated it, I wanted it ! After a few seconds no turncock came. My heart raced, I need that stopcock now I thought. Throwing all of my sanity out the window I was about to work over and grab that monster stopcock and force-out it in me. I did n't care anymore. Nothing else mattered except getting that turncock in me. I worked up the courage and started to turn. I did n't sleep together what I was going to do or say but I was n't going to get that turncock in me whether he liked it or not. As I started to face back I suddenly felt hot strands of liquidity hitting my ass, side and grimace. Over and over. Long heavyset strands of hot liquid. He was cumming on me.

My oral fissure was open with shock when a longsighted string hit my face going from my forehead to my chin. Some of it got in my backtalk and the taste of his salty cum flooded across my tongue. Suddenly my slit erupted in searing delight. A hot piss squirted out as I had the most vehement eruption of my living. My squirting hit my closed second joint and sprayed everywhere. delight took over my brainiac and all I could suppose about was sucking and fucking my son and his huge cock. I wanted all of it. In every cakehole, all day. I wanted his cum leaking out of me twenty-four seven. I wanted to be his bawd. I layed there convulsing in pleasure. Covered in mine and my son 's cum. The X lasted for a few moment and if my son had made a movement to get laid me right there I would give let him feature any maw he wanted.

But reality slowly drifted back in and disgrace started to flare up in my mind. My horniness was gone, and I was left with a churn up shamed feeling. I heard snoring coming from my son as his cum started to turn frigidity on my physical structure. I wiped my face and laid there on the threshold of weeping. We are leaving first affair in the morning I thought, and I am never going near my wan son again ! Deep down I knew it was to stop me as much as it was to cease 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 make it house without fucking my son. The guilty feeling remained but my slit was starting to yearn again and I knew even though I swore I would never reckon about my son in that way again, it was only a matter of time before I got horny and lost control .