Dark Fantasies Media

The Camping tripper

A Mother 's Desires serial publication

'' 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 forest course looking for my son and contemplating the difficult situation we were in. My husband died LE than a class ago and it has been devastating to our son St. John. Ever since my hubby passing bathroom has been giving me mental attitude and lashing out. The fact that he is turning into a hormonal adolescent is n't helping. It got so bad close month that I almost bought him a contaminating cartridge clip. I was ready for him to just evaporate in his room for hours 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 demise was n't just as hard on me ! `` wellspring I 'm good-for-nothing young man, but your Father left us and I 'm doing my outflank to take his place. I know you did n't want to go on this camping tripper, I know it wo n't be the same without your begetter. 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 choler. As I turned the corner of the timberland way toilet 's rachis came into view. With a sigh of relief I said, `` Oh ! There you are. ''

'' Mom I 'm Peeing ! '' Gospel According to John shrieked turning his head to reckon back at me as I came upon him from butt. A quick glance down at my son sent me into shock as I saw the gigantic member in hands.

`` Oh, my God ! '' I shouted as I turned to run. `` I 'm distressing ! 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 adequate length. I did n't know what to do or say. I did n't know what to think ! Oh, my God, his stopcock is so big. Where did he get that thing. His father was half that size. I thought to myself as images of his rooster floated in my head. I tried to push it out but the more I tried the clearer the figure of speech became. Oh ! God, why am I thinking about my son 's cock ? Get yourself together Barbara. I know its been close to a yr since you 've seen a prick. But that 's no reason to set forth drooling over your son.

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

'' Thank God. '' I said aloud. Not so lots for John 's sake, but for mine. I need to get his peter 's image out of my head I thought as I walked to rejoin my son. We continued walking down the trail to the campsite John 's father always took us to. St. John the Apostle walked behind me grumbling and complaining under his breather. I felt his eyes on me. Like sticker 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 peter snuck into my head. `` What are you thinking about dear ? '' I asked, hoping some conversation would get his giant member off my thinker.

'' Nothing ! '' 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 short perv. `` Well if you want to talk I 'm here for you. Okay ? '' I said hoping his peter would get out of my intellect and my ass out of his. Which only conjured look-alike of his dick fucking my ass ! Dammit Barbara !

'' Okay Mom, I will keep that in judgment. '' He said as I felt a pinch of feeling in my twat and a little moisture. 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 cock ! It 's awfully early for my period, but I had better check. These are my only jeans I brought on the bivouacking trip-up and I do n't desire to phlebotomise through them.

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

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

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

'' Alright, I will retain 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 John in case something happened. I pulled my pants and panties down and checked. No ancestry, 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 pussy brim spraying little droplets onto my legs and pants I looked back towards John to make certainly he was keeping picket. But instead of having his binding turned towards me like I was expecting to see, he was facing me. As my eyes focused I saw his arm moving up and down. I followed the duration of his arm down to his hand wondering what he was doing. I could barely take a shit out his hand from the distance but the gigantic erect cock in it I could see as clear as day. My spirit jumped and my body froze in my knee bend. The merely thing I could feel was the cold pee droplets on my peg, the bloodline rush 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 wind up and then try again later tonight in the tent. Staying put and letting him end was the only thing I could think of. fuck, I should have bought him that magazine ! Now he is jacking his peter watching me pee ! Fuck my living, I thought. I glanced back to check out on his progress. He was still standing there rubbing his huge cock.

Oh, my god his cock is so big, I thought. I watched as his hand moved up and down his putz in rhythmic patterns. I started to become entranced, losing all other intellection. The only matter on my judgement was that vast firearm of heart and soul being pleasured a few K from me. Suddenly a wet touch broke my concentration. I looked down between my legs and saw a orotund amount of grool flowing out of my pussy dripping to the ground. Thought and intuitive feeling returned bringing with it the burning and wet belief 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 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 know 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 lav was quickly turning around trying to stuff his throbbing put up phallus in his pants. I waited for another bit and then started to take the air towards him. `` Alright, let 's go. '' I said. `` We need to set up inner circle before dark. '' He did n't say a countersign as I continued on past him walking at a quick stride. About a half an 60 minutes of awkward walking in secretiveness later, we finally made it. `` This is the blot right ? '' I said not even looking at John.

'' Yeah this is it. '' John the Divine sighed back. He sounded so sad. It must be really heavily for him to come here, the camping site him and his Father-God had come to for so many years. I felt so bad and for a minute forgot everything that had transpired XXX transactions ago. I turned to bet at my son hoping he would fall in me a hug but saw a massive bulge in his pant and stopped. I was immediately brought back to thoughts of his cock which sent a wave of yearning though my warm snatch. If, Gospel According to John was n't standing right succeeding to me, I would slap my self in the face right now I thought. I decided the ripe thing to do would be to get the clique set up and get my mind off it all. `` Alright, I will set up the collapsible shelter, will you start the flack dear ? '' I asked not looking at him, afraid I would see his pecker bursting out of his jeans.

'' Yes mom. '' He sighed again pulling on my fondness chain again. With that I walked off and started clearing a spot for the collapsible shelter. About an hour and a lot of defeat later I was finally putting the last bet in that held the tent down. As I was bent over on my articulatio genus I saw lav phantom 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 fucked doggie. Oh, my god, is he staring at my ass again ? I wondered to myself. I 'm going to vote out this little perv ! I thought as choler welled up inside me. But at this point I did n't fuck 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, occur and get it. If, this behavior continues we are going straight home. I thought as I came back to reality. `` Gospel According to John, is the campfire set up ? '' I asked in an steamed tone.

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

'' well I would rather have got a fire tonight, just to be secure. '' I said it just to argue as I was in a bad mood now.

'' Oh god mom. '' He snapped back. `` The only thing you have to interest about are check mark. '' He finished. Or maybe you. I thought to myself as double of him stroking his hammer volley back into my head. Later that nighttime, can and I sat around the dying clique fire in quiet. This trip was not going the way I planned. I thought, glancing at John across the ardor occasionally. I tried not to look at him most of the dark. Because if I did my eyes would always wander to his crotch. I was starting to reckon I wanted to see it again. `` Are you make for bed john ? '' I asked. Figuring the sooner sunrise came the sooner we could go domicile and forget all about this horrifying day.

'' Yeah, I guess. '' He replied, head knack looking at the primer from his camping potty. I felt so bad for him, but there was nothing I could do at this point. This whole tenting misstep was my idea to bring around John from his Father 's death. But it has turned into a incubus. I am going to need therapy after this I thought glancing at John 's crotch against my will again.

'' okeh, let me go in first base, so I can interchange. '' I said, waiting for a answer. None came. I stood up and made my way into the collapsible shelter. I dug through the al-Qur'an bag we packed looking for my night-shirt and a dry couple of panty but found none. I finally emptied the entire bag out and the only thing in there was my whiten lacing see through sexy top. `` That Little perv ! '' I said aloud. I did n't care 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 pants are covered in pee, my panties are soaked, I 'm dying of the estrus covered in sweat and I have to get these apparel off. I decided to wear my sexy 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 feed that boy an earful. `` Gospel According to John ! I told you to grab my ovalbumin night shirt not my lingerie ! '' I scolded him.

'' I 'm gloomy, Mom, I just grabbed the clean shirt thing on your toilet table. '' He said sheepishly. I immediately felt bad. Dammit Barbara. Stop making things risky I thought.

'' It is approve, but this is sort of see through so try not to look to hard. '' I said back in an apologetic flavor.

'' 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 motility caught my eye coming from his crotch. I looked down and saw his cock growing in his pants right before my eyes. His blue jean erupted upwards pitching his own collapsible shelter in his drawers. As the jeans reached their demarcation I could see his mammoth stopcock starting to curve towards the side of meat looking for space 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 thinking, that goes for you to Barbara, you disgusting perv. How practically of a slut cyprian can I be that my pussy gets wet thinking about my Word cock I wondered. `` Are you coming to bed John ? '' I called back over my shoulder as I layed down. The Oklahoman we both get to bed, the sooner I can get home and search some professional service.

'' Yeah, I just need to change into my boxers. '' He replied as he approached the tent. screwing I thought. I did n't call up about him changing. Now images of his giant star erect penis being released from its cage flooded my promontory. I closed my eyes nasty and vowed not to spread out them until morning from fear that if I saw that cock again I could n't trust myself not to appear.

'' okeh, I 'll Roll over, you can sleep on my get out side. '' I said as I was preying for eternal rest to get along fast. Sleep eventually came about an hour 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 shaft directly behind me almost brought me to tears as I could n't get it out of my head and my pussy was aching and flowing like a sieve. I felt so ashamed and disgusted with myself yet at the Saame time I knew that if he came and put that putz in battlefront of my face right now I would suck it without wavering and I would suck it better than I sucked any early prick in my liveliness. Laying their look guilty and horny was the last thing I remember before being awoken sometime in the Night.

'' Huh ! '' I grunted awake out of a restless rest. In a fog 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 fire up me up I wondered. Then, I slowly started to find a sticky wet wiz on my ass along with the jabbing. What is going on I wondered in anger. Frustrated I looked down towards my wooden leg and saw a large purple object rubbing in and out from between the gap in my thighs. As my eyes focused and the objective protruded further I could see the large purple object attached to a prospicient midst shaft. In shock, I looked behind me and there was my son, eyes 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 stopcock slid up between my pussycat sassing and ran all the way to my clit before breaking out of my lips and extending out past my stomach, as if answering the question. Oh, my God, his stopcock was huge. 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 throw up. What the Hell is happening I thought in despair. Another jabbing sent his mammoth cock cascading through my pussy backtalk flicking my button as he burst out from between my thighs again. As if to counteract the sick feeling in my stomach my cunt kicked into overdrive and started to burn down 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 wrong with me ? Why does this feel just ? A shock wave of pleasure hit my clitoris this time as his rooster exited my thigh. As he pulled back I could feel thick chain 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 raging that I was such a whore that my pussy was soaking wet from my son 's cock. Another knife thrust forward and all of the angriness left my soundbox as his cock slammed into my button.

Pleasure erupted in my genitals. My pussy ached and my ass was throbbing as if it were screaming spliff it in here. My pap were so big and hard I thought they would bourgeon milk as they yearned for a mouth. As his putz slid back I felt a thrill of liquid from my vagina and I knew if he thrust that monster hammer against my pussy one Thomas More meter I was going to explode. I braced for it, I anticipated it, I wanted it ! After a few seconds no stopcock came. My eye raced, I need that cock now I thought. Throwing all of my sanity out the windowpane I was about to change by reversal over and snaffle that monster rooster and force it in me. I did n't give care anymore. naught else mattered except getting that tool 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 calculate back I suddenly felt hot strands of liquidness hitting my ass, incline and brass. Over and over. Long duncical strands of hot liquid. He was cumming on me.

My rima oris was unfastened with shock when a yearn chain hit my case going from my forehead to my chin. Some of it got in my oral fissure and the taste perception of his salty cum flooded across my tongue. Suddenly my pussy erupted in searing pleasure. A hot weewee squirted out as I had the most violent eruption of my aliveness. My squirting hit my closed second joint and sprayed everywhere. Pleasure took over my psyche and all I could think about was sucking and fucking my son and his huge cock. I wanted all of it. In every golf hole, all day. I wanted his cum leaking out of me xxiv seven. I wanted to be his cyprian. I layed there convulsing in delight. Covered in mine and my son 's cum. The ecstasy lasted for a few second and if my son had made a motion to fuck me right there I would have let him have any hole he wanted.

But realism slowly drifted back in and shame started to erupt in my idea. My horniness was gone, and I was left with a tired of shamed notion. I heard snoring coming from my son as his cum started to sprain cold on my trunk. I wiped my face and laid there on the verge of tears. We are leaving first thing in the good morning I thought, and I am never going near my honk son again ! trench down I knew it was to stop me as much as it was to stop him. I hope things will get back to normal some day. Like this never happened. But at this charge per unit I would be lucky if I could establish it menage without fucking my son. The guilty touch 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 control .