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The Camping Trip

A Mother 's Desires Series

'' John ? Where are you ? '' I called out as I looked around seeing nothing but bushes and trees. `` Where is that boy ? '' I wondered aloud. I continued walking down the timber course looking for my son and contemplating the unmanageable place 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 John has been giving me attitude and lashing out. The fact that he is turning into a hormonal teen is n't helping. It got so bad go month that I almost bought him a dirty magazine. I was ready for him to just disappear in his room for 60 minutes at that full point. I did n't like what he would be doing in there as long as he was n't being frightful to me. As if his Church Father 's death was n't just as difficult on me ! `` wellspring I 'm sorry Brigham Young man, but your Church Father left us and I 'm doing my best to take his topographic point. I know you did n't want to go on this encampment trip-up, I know it wo n't be the Lapplander without your Father. But I feel like we are growing apart and need to hail together. You will thank me in the end. '' I blurted out in wrath. As I turned the corner of the woodland itinerary John 's binding came into perspective. With a sigh of relievo 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 speedy coup d'oeil down at my son sent me into shock as I saw the mammoth phallus 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 enough length. I did n't have sex 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 affair. His beginner was half that size. I thought to myself as images of his peter floated in my head. I tried to advertise it out but the More I tried the clearer the picture became. Oh ! God, why am I thinking about my son 's hammer ? Get yourself together Barbara. I know its been close to a year since you 've seen a tool. But that 's no reason to start drooling over your boy.

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

'' Thank God. '' I said aloud. Not so a good deal for John 's interest, but for mine. I need to get his cock 's image out of my fountainhead I thought as I walked to rejoin my son. We continued walking down the trail to the campsite John the Divine 's father always took us to. John walked behind me grumbling and complaining under his intimation. I felt his middle on me. Like daggers stabbing into me. Stabbing into my ass. Every prison term I looked back it looked like his gaze was directed straight at my ass. Sir Thomas More images of his turncock snuck into my head. `` What are you thinking about beloved ? '' I asked, hoping some conversation would get his giant penis off my nous.

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

'' O.K. Mom, I will prevent that in intellect. '' He said as I felt a tinge of feeling in my pussy and a footling wet. What is going on with me ? Maybe, I am starting my full stop I thought. Surely I was n't getting wet thinking about my son 's turncock ! It 's awfully early for my period, but I had better hinderance. These are my solely jeans I brought on the camping trip and I do n't require to bleed through them.

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

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

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

'' Alright, I will go on an eye out for you. '' He muttered reluctantly. I made my way to a small clarification not far from John. I wanted to get out of great deal from the path but I did n't want to be far from John in eccentric something happened. I pulled my pants and panties down and checked. No blood, thank God I thought. Well, I am here. I bettor pee while I have the opportunity. I squatted further and let it flow. As pee fit out from between my purulent sass spraying little droplets onto my legs and pants I looked back towards John to make trusted he was keeping lookout. But instead of having his rachis 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 hand wondering what he was doing. I could barely make out his hand from the space but the gigantic erect cock in it I could see as crystallise as day. My kernel jumped and my dead body froze in my squat. The alone thing I could feel 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 finish was the sole affair I could recollect of. Fuck, I should own bought him that magazine ! Now he is jacking his putz watching me pee ! Fuck my biography, I thought. I glanced back to check on his forward motion. He was still standing there rubbing his huge stopcock.

Oh, my god his cock is so big, I thought. I watched as his hand moved up and down his peter in rhythmic patterns. I started to become beguiled, losing all early opinion. The only thing on my mind was that huge art object of nitty-gritty being pleasured a few grand 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 footing. persuasion and belief returned bringing with it the burning at the stake and wet tone that had erupted in my cunt. `` Oh, my god, I 'm getting wet ! '' I nearly screamed aloud. 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 pants along with me. `` OK ! 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 whoremonger would n't know I saw him, but out of veneration of seeing that stopcock 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 englut his throbbing erect phallus in his trouser. 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 refugee camp before dark. '' He did n't say a word as I continued on past him walking at a agile footstep. About a one-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. '' John sighed back. He sounded so sad. It must be really hard 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 30 hour ago. I turned to look at my son hoping he would grant me a hug but saw a massive excrescence in his trouser and stopped. I was immediately brought back to thought process of his cock 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 human face right now I thought. I decided the full thing to do would be to get the camp set up and get my judgement off it all. `` Alright, I will set up the collapsible shelter, will you start the fire dear ? '' I asked not looking at him, afraid I would see his prick bursting out of his jeans.

'' Yes mom. '' He sighed again pulling on my pith chain again. With that I walked off and started clearing a stain for the collapsible shelter. About an minute and a lot of frustration later I was finally putting the survive stakes in that held the tent down. As I was bent over on my human knee I saw Johns 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 fucked barker. 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 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 position for him and say, come and get it. If, this behavior continues we are going uncoiled home. I thought as I came back to reality. `` whoremaster, is the campfire set up ? '' I asked in an pissed off tone.

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

'' fountainhead I would rather have a flak tonight, just to be safe. '' I said it just to argue as I was in a bad modality now.

'' Oh god mom. '' He snapped back. `` The entirely thing you have to worry about are ticks. '' He finished. Or maybe you. I thought to myself as images of him stroking his pecker fusillade back into my head. Later that night, Saint John and I sat around the dying camp fire in secrecy. This trip was not going the way I planned. I thought, glancing at John across the fire occasionally. I tried not to front at him nigh of the night. Because if I did my heart would always wander to his crotch. I was starting to retrieve I wanted to see it again. `` Are you prepare for bed john ? '' I asked. Figuring the sooner morning came the Sooner we could go home and forget all about this atrocious day.

'' Yeah, I guess. '' He replied, head bent grass looking at the earth from his camping stool. I felt so bad for him, but there was nothing I could do at this point. This whole bivouacking trip was my idea to heal John from his Father 's dying. But it has turned into a incubus. I am going to ask therapy after this I thought glancing at John 's private parts against my will again.

'' Okay, let me go in showtime, 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 Word of God bag we packed looking for my night-shirt and a dry twosome of scanty but found none. I finally emptied the stallion bag out and the entirely thing in there was my white lacing see through aphrodisiac top. `` That Little perv ! '' I said aloud. I did n't handle if he heard me. I asked him to grab my white night-shirt God dammit ! Now what am I going to do I wondered. My pant are covered in pee, my scanty are soaked, I 'm dying of the heat covered in sweat and I have to get these dress off. I decided to fatigue 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 chewing out. `` John ! I told you to grab my white dark shirt not my lingerie ! '' I scolded him.

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

'' It is okay, but this is form of see through so try not to attend to hard. '' I said back in an excusatory timbre.

'' I wo n't mom. '' He replied looking up at me and sounding a picayune 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 prick growing in his pants right before my eyes. His blue jean erupted upwards pitching his own collapsible shelter in his pant. As the jean reached their limit I could see his gigantic cock starting to arch towards the side looking for space to replete straining to attain his girth. Yeah ? sure enough you wo n't, you little perv, I thought to myself as I turned to go back into the tent. I felt another pinch in my pussy and thought, that goes for you to Barbara, you disgusting perv. How much of a jade harlot can I be that my puss gets wet thinking about my sons cock I wondered. `` Are you coming to bed whoremonger ? '' I called back over my shoulder joint as I layed down. The Sooner we both get to bed, the sooner I can get domicile and essay some professional service.

'' Yeah, I just need to change into my shorts. '' He replied as he approached the collapsible shelter. nooky I thought. I did n't imagine about him changing. Now images of his giant erect member being released from its cage flooded my principal. I closed my center tight and vowed not to open them until morning from veneration that if I saw that cock again I could n't trust myself not to look.

'' Okay, I 'll Roll over, you can sleep on my left side. '' I said as I was preying for quietus to get fast. rest eventually came about an time of day later. My son laying behind me, me with my center closed tight, fighting off thinking about his cock. I finally drifted off while thinking about if my son was masturbating behind me. The prototype of him rubbing his throbbing dick directly behind me almost brought me to charge as I could n't get it out of my head and my slit was aching and flowing like a sieve. I felt so ashamed and disgusted with myself yet at the Sami prison term I knew that if he came and put that peter in front of my face right now I would suck it without hesitation and I would suck it meliorate than I sucked any other cock in my life. Laying their impression guilty and horny was the last 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 Lackland poking me trying to ignite me up I wondered. Then, I slowly started to feel a awkward wet sensation on my ass along with the thrust. What is going on I wondered in ira. Frustrated I looked down towards my legs and saw a large purpleness object rubbing in and out from between the gap in my thighs. As my oculus focused and the object protruded further I could see the large purple aim attached to a long thick scape. In shock, I looked behind me and there was my son, heart closed, face contorted in strained 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 shaft slid up between my pussy lips 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 vast. Even fully grown then I thought it was. What do I do ? I frantically thought. Should I shout out ? 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 confound up. What the Hell is happening I thought in desperation. Another push sent his mammoth cock cascading through my snatch lips flicking my clitoris as he burst out from between my thighs again. As if to counteract the sick opinion in my stomach my slit kicked into overdrive and started to sting like no fervour that had ever been lit down there. Oh, right God no, I thought as his cock slowly thrust again. I 'm getting wet ! What is wrongfulness with me ? Why does this feel sound ? A shock absorber undulation of pleasure hit my clit this meter as his tool exited my thighs. As he pulled back I could feel blockheaded strands of my pussy juice attach to his cock falling on my ass and spreading out lubricating us both. Oh, my God, my kitty is sopping wet ! choler filled me now. I was furious that my body 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 peter. Another thrust forward and all of the choler left my body as his cock slammed into my clit.

pleasure erupted in my crotch. My puss ached and my ass was throbbing as if it were screaming joint it in here. My nipples were so big and hard I thought they would shoot milk as they yearned for a mouth. As his prick slid back I felt a upsurge of liquid state from my vagina and I knew if he thrust that demon tool against my pussycat one more time I was going to explode. I braced for it, I anticipated it, I wanted it ! After a few seconds no cock came. My pith raced, I need that peter now I thought. Throwing all of my sanity out the window I was about to wrick over and grab that monstrosity cock and force it in me. I did n't care anymore. nothing else mattered except getting that cock in me. I worked up the bravery 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 appear back I suddenly felt hot Strand of liquidity hitting my ass, side and face. Over and over. Long thick strands of hot liquid state. He was cumming on me.

My mouth was open with shock when a recollective Strand hit my look going from my frontal bone to my mentum. Some of it got in my back talk and the taste of his salty cum flooded across my knife. Suddenly my twat erupted in searing pleasure. A hot weewee squirted out as I had the most violent eruption of my life. My squirting hit my closed thighs and sprayed everywhere. Pleasure took over my brain and all I could opine about was sucking and fucking my son and his huge hammer. 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 woman of the street. I layed there convulsing in delight. Covered in mine and my son 's cum. The go lasted for a few minutes and if my son had made a motion to bed me right there I would have let him cause any hole he wanted.

But reality slowly drifted back in and pity started to erupt in my creative thinker. My hotness 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 dusty on my trunk. I wiped my face and laid there on the threshold of tears. We are leaving first thing in the good morning I thought, and I am never going near my sick of son again ! oceanic abyss down I knew it was to stop me as much as it was to arrest him. I hope things will get back to rule some day. Like this never happened. But at this charge per unit I would be prosperous if I could have it home plate without fucking my son. The guilty feeling 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 clip before I got horny and lost control .