The Camping Trip Pt. 02

Big Tits

The Camping Trip – (Part Two) A Natural Awakening

A Mother’s Desires Series

All Characters Depicted In This Content Are Fictional & Of Legal Age (18 Or Older).

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I awoke early and watched as black turned to grey and grey to pink, on the walls of our small tent. My son’s soft snoring was the only sound on this eerie morning. Almost as if the forest knew the horrible acts that had taken place here last night, and was in mourning over our lost souls. A son had done the unthinkable and a mother had destroyed the sacred bond of mother and child last night. My son’s perversion, in his attraction to me and my ungodly lust, has shattered our relationship forever. I thought to myself, remembering how only a mere second had saved me from committing the greatest evil last night. One second longer and I would have grabbed my son’s gigantic cock and rode it, moaning like the whore I am! I looked down at my chest and saw flakes of dried cum streaking across my breasts. I closed my eyes tight and tried to fight off tears, as shame welled up inside of me. I couldn’t believe what had happened last night. I opened my mouth and worked my tongue, remembering the taste of my son’s cum and how I had greedily lapped it off my hand in my lust. Oh, my God! What is wrong with me? I am the worst mother in the world! Never mind me needing protection from my son! My son needs protection from me! I am going to have to look into boarding school. I thought. For my son’s protection and for the salvation of what’s left of my soul.

I started to cry softly as my guilt and shame became too much to contain. I desperately tried to muffle my sobs into my arm so as not to wake my son. I was afraid to wake him in truth. I didn’t know how I could look him in the eyes after last night. I shifted my arm sending a jolt of pain shooting through my side. I had laid on my right side all night, afraid to turn towards my son, and now I was feeling the consequences. The pain became unbearable, so I slowly lifted myself and turned, grabbing my long red hair with my numb arm to keep from catching it as I rolled over. Eyes closed, I lowered myself into position with a sigh of relief as the pain subsided. I began to shake my arm out to allow blood to flow and feeling to return, when my numb hand felt something. I opened my eyes and saw my palm resting on the head of my son’s gigantic erect penis, that was straining to burst from his shorts. I recoiled my arm like a whip and brought it to my face to cover my mouth in shock. The potent smell of my son’s dirty cock filled my nostrils as it leaked off my hand. But I couldn’t pull it away. I was paralyzed. I couldn’t take my eyes off of his cock. It was truly the biggest penis I had ever seen in my life and even covered in the fabric of his shorts, its magnificence was clearly visible. Straight as an arrow, enough girth to give any girl a mouthful and long enough to reach the deepest regions of my cunt. I was entranced.

It’s just his morning wood Barbara! I thought to myself. Get ahold of yourself and snap out of it! My eyes began to water from the strain, but still my body would not allow me to break the spell. I noticed wetness at the tip of his head. My eyes focused to see closer, and a frothy white liquid came into view. Precum, I thought. That’s why his cock smell is so potent on my hand! I inhaled deeply into my palm, the smell of tuna and dirty cock filling my nostrils. But I did not gag or recoil. I savored the smell, I wanted more of it. Images of waking my son up with a blowjob floated in my head. I imagined rubbing his cock head all over my face and under my nose. I wanted that smell to cover me! I began to feel a slight burning in my cunt, signifying arousal. No! No, I will not do this. I thought. I will not give into this evil temptation! I tried desperately to pull my eyes away from my son’s cock. I screamed on the inside feeling my sanity breaking. My mind desperately clawed at my eyes in a futile effort to stop this madness. But my body would not budge. My eyes stayed fixated on his cock, my nose greedily inhaled his musk and my pussy began to moisten the way for his will. I was trapped inside, like a person in a coma, unable to move their body, but aware of everything around them. I waited in horror as I felt my tongue begin to move towards my lips. I knew what was coming. I knew what my body was doing, and out of frustration, I was ready to submit.

The taste of my son’s salty precum exploded in my mouth as I felt my tongue run across the palm of my hand. Finally, my eyes closed as I tilted my head back and moaned. I rubbed my cum dampened hand down my face and then under my nose as my other raced down to my throbbing clit. I wanted his smell all over me in that moment. I wanted nothing more than for him to wake up and take me right then and there. My hand twirled furiously around my clit in a circular motion as moisture flowed down between my ass cheeks. I rolled more onto my back and then turned my head towards my güvenilir bahis son. I opened my eyes seductively as I arched my breasts up, hoping he would be awake. No luck, his eyes were closed, snoring away. I began to moan louder, my eyes fixated on my son’s face, looking for any sign of movement.

I dared myself to moan louder still, wanting desperately for him to wake up and fuck my brains out. Nothing is going to stop me this time! I thought in my insane state of lust. He is either going to wake up and fuck me, or he is going to wake up to me fucking him! My eyes moved down to his cock. It appeared to be twitching. My pussy erupted in fire at the sight of it. I couldn’t wait any longer for him to wake up, I needed it now! This is it. I thought. I am going to get up, slide my panties off, squat over my son and then rip his shorts back, jump on his penis and enjoy ecstasy. Hopefully I can get it all the way in before he wakes up. I bit my tongue, took a breath and then pushed myself up still rubbing my clit with my left hand. I tiptoed to the end of my son’s sleeping bag and began to pull my soaked panties down.

“Anyone home?” A man’s voice called loudly from right outside the tent door. I whirled around in fright as my son sat up straight in shock. I looked back at my son, whose face was a foot from my bare ass, panties around my knees and my asshole puckering in and out from the scare. I quickly pulled my panties up and then jumped into my sleeping bag.

“Go see what he wants!” I whispered frantically to my son, clutching my sleeping bag to my chest, as if I had any modesty left. My son jumped up, his cock standing at attention, appearing to be the biggest thing about him, to my lust filled eyes, and ran to the tent flap. As he unzipped it as I called after him, “Be careful John!” He paid me no mind as he ducked out into the morning light. I heard muffled talking and then John came back in zipping the flap closed behind him.

“It was nothing.” He said as he laid back down with a yawn. “Just some guy seeing if the tent was abandoned.” I breathed a sigh of relief. Not so much for the stranger, but for the fact he stopped me from committing the most disgusting act on this earth. As sanity returned I knew I had to take my chance to flee the tent before my lust took over again. I jumped up not even caring if John saw me and quickly threw on my jeans and tank top. I then made a b-line for the tent flap and stepped outside into the fresh air. As the mountain breeze filled my nostrils I realized just how much the tent smelled like pussy, cock and ass. I looked down shaking my head and saw my still hard nipples sticking out, well-defined by my thin cotton tank top. In my frantic rush I had forgotten my bra. But that was my last concern. I had to get away from my son and figure out what I was going to do. I started walking toward the forest when John called after me.

“Where are you going mom?” I turned back and saw his head turned sideways, poking out of the tent.

“I have to use the bathroom.” I called back never breaking my stride.

“Do you want me to go with you?” He called after me, more frantic this time.

“No!” I immediately screamed back as I disappeared into the trees. Good God no! I thought as I dodged branches and picked my way carefully through the fern covered forest floor. I kept walking at a fast pace, never looking back. I could care less if I had gotten lost at that moment in time. I would have preferred to go home with search and rescue rather than risk the drive with my son. Finally, I came upon a boulder and a large tree that formed the perfect cubby for me to use as a porta potty. I stopped and scanned the area intently in all directions. No one is going to be watching me today! I thought as I lowered my pants, now satisfied I was alone. I quickly squatted and pushed with force in an effort to finish quickly. When I was done I immediately rose to my feet pulling my pants along with me. I could feel pee begin to wet my pants and panties, but taking the time to wipe was not an option right now. I looked around for a place to sit and then settled on a fallen log. I made my way to it and then sat down with a sigh of despair. What am I going to do? We can’t stay here any longer and I don’t know If I can trust myself on the drive home. I lowered my head into my hands and began to cry. This time the tears were short and a feeling of wellness began to wash over me as they dried. I felt better. What is wrong with me? Why are my emotions all out of whack? What is going on?

A rustling caught my attention, pulling me from my thoughts. I looked towards my left but nothing was moving. Again I heard it. I jumped off the log, my heart picking up pace. What now? I thought as I crept to a large tree trunk and peered around it towards the direction of the noise. Then, I saw John a few yards away walking into the forest. He stopped and started looking around. Satisfied that he too was alone he whipped his still erect penis türkçe bahis out and began to urinate. I watched with my mouth open in shock. How can he still be hard? He is a monster! I thought as I watched him, the fact that our roles were reversed since yesterday began to cross my mind. After a minute I began to wonder if he would ever stop. I guess a gigantic cock pees a lot. I thought as I continued to watch in fascination. Thirty seconds later and he was still going. Oh, my God! Is he ever going to stop? I thought breathlessly.

My heart began to patter and my pussy’s fire was rekindled. I began to laugh at how absurd this was, my eyes still never leaving his engorged fire hose. Even my son’s peeing prowess was turning me on. I mused. More wetness filled my panties and began to run down my legs. Oh, God! Not again! I screamed in my head. When will this nightmare end? I watched as my son’s waterfall ceased, as if God were answering me. My son’s cock had finished its evacuation, however, my son’s cock had not finished the other thing it wanted. It stood proudly erect, throbbing and twitching as my son strained to cage the monster. My heart skipped a beat and I sighed in disappointment as my son managed to get his waistband over his cock.

My knees began to ache, so I stood up still crouching behind the tree. I peaked again and my son was attempting to make his way back to the tent with his own tent in tow. He stopped suddenly and then turned around. His hand was applying pressure to his cock as if to make it go down. Oh, poor thing. I thought as I witnessed my son’s struggle. I can help you with that. A voice called out in my head. A voice that was my own, but not me speaking it. No! I screamed back. That is not going to happen! My son turned and started back again, but just as I was about to join him he turned and ran back. What now? I screamed in my head as I ducked behind the tree. In a fluid motion my son stopped, whipped his shorts down and started jacking his monster cock furiously. My jaw dropped as I watched in amazement at the aggression in my son as he beat his beautiful meat.

I felt my shirt rubbing against my now erect nipples. Mindlessly my hand moved up to apply pressure to my left one. Jolts of pleasure shot through me as I pulled and tugged. My free hand instinctively made it’s way to my aching crotch and began to work my other now hard nub. No need for spit. I thought as my middle finger entered my moistened crevis. My rhythmic motion picked up as if it had never stopped from this morning. I continued watching John, my eyes not daring to leave his now angry cock. Thick veins were popping out in long purple and blue lines. His cock head was engorged to its bursting point, looking like the most delicious moist purple apple I had ever seen.

Suddenly without warning, his head reared back and long thick strands of cum shot out from my new favorite thing in the world. I was so excited, I felt like cheering. I wished desperately I could have been on the receiving end of that. Tits held up and mouth open. I would have been glad to drink his cum in my horniness. My hand slowly came to a stop as I watched again, without warning, as my son jammed his still throbbing penis back into his shorts and sprinted back to the tent. I was left kneeling behind the tree in shock as my pussy burned for relief. Just like every other man! I thought. Gets you horny, then leaves you to take care of yourself! God! I need to get off! I screamed in silence. My facial expression was all anyone needed to see to understand what I was feeling. I knew kneeling behind a tree trying to rub my clit through tight jeans wasn’t going to get me anywhere, without my son’s cock to look at. Lying on the ground was out of the question as well. What am I going to do? I thought frantically, looking in all directions for anything to stand out in my lust filled fog. As I scanned around me desperately, a glitter caught my eye. On the ground, in the precise spot my son shot his load. Could it be?

I got up and ran to the glistening area, falling to my knees as I reached the goal. On the ground, on a leaf, was a pool of fresh cum straight from my son’s youthful spring. I didn’t even think, as I pulled my pants and panties down past my cheeks, dropped to my left elbow and snuck my right hand between my legs. I moved in closer as my hand worked furiously. I felt my orgasm building faster than anticipated. I wanted to enjoy this. I wanted to enjoy his cum. I wanted to inhale his scent. I didn’t want this to end. But my excitement was building and the familiar throbbing of my asshole began, telling me I was already there. I quickly dove my face down into the cum, lapping as much of it into my mouth as I could before rubbing my face in it like a filthy whore. As the taste of his cum raced across my tongue and wet stickiness globed on my face, I exploded. Ass in the air, face to the ground licking up my son’s cum and my hand furiously moving between my thighs. I squirted into the air güvenilir bahis siteleri harder than I had ever squirted in my life. I felt both of my ankles and calves drenched in warm liquid as wave after wave of ecstasy hit me. Eventually I fell to my side convulsing in pleasure. I laid there for a long time holding my son’s cum in my mouth, reveling in the smell and feel of it as more rolled down my face. As reality began to return I swallowed, savoring it with the last of my fading horniness. If, feeling that intense of an orgasm is wrong. I thought. I don’t want to be right.

I returned to the campsite sulking in my guilt and shame once again. Leaving this place, the only thing on my mind. As the tent came into view I was working out what I would say to John as an excuse for cutting the camping trip short. I didn’t really care what he thought about it, honestly. I was leaving whether he came or not. Ducking under branches as I pushed into the clearing of our campsite, I heard muffled crying. I stopped and listened intently as my eyes searched for the source. I crept towards the tent as my heart began to beat faster, almost drowning out the increasing sobs. Concern for my son began to well up inside of me, my protective nature taking hold. The flap to the entrance of the tent laid open a few inches towards the top. I took a deep breath and braced for whatever I might find as I ran the last few steps and peered in. John was alone, kneeling on his sleeping bag. Thank God! Ran through my mind with a sigh of relief as I found my son safe and sound. I noticed his shoulders were moving up and down in short fast spasms. The sobbing was coming from him. I reached out for the tent’s zipper but then pulled my hand back. After all that has happened Barbara, I think the last thing you need to do is go in there. I searched the tent, looking for any clue as to what was going on. I am still his mother! Even if, I am an evil disgusting whore of one. My son is hurt and I need to find out what’s going on! I reached again for the zipper as I peered in the tent one last time. This time a red object protruding from my son’s hand caught my eye. Thank God it’s not his cock! I thought in relief. On the red object a white design began to glisten in the light. His Swiss Army Knife! I thought triumphantly. His father gave him that! Oh. That’s why he is crying.

My heart melted and my chin began to quiver as I thought of the pain my son was feeling right now. Knelt in his dead father’s tent, at the campsite he went to every year with his dead father, and holding the knife his dead father gave him! What have you done, Barbara? I asked myself as my own tears began to streak across my pale cheeks. This was supposed to be my weekend to take charge of the situation. To show my son I could take his father’s place. I guess Cosmo is wrong. I can’t do it all! I felt horrible. It was all my fault. I’ve destroyed my son emotionally and ruined our relationship forever! I reached for the zipper a third time. I wanted desperately to rush in there and hug my son. To go back to the way things were. A mother and son who weren’t going to hell for the worst sins imaginable. As I began to pull the zipper, John coughed and began to wipe his tears off his face as he turned to get up. I ducked and then ran towards the back of the tent. I stood there like an idiot for a minute freaking out, not knowing what to do. Eventually I saw John’s head poking up from the tent as he made his way outside. He looked around and then saw me standing behind the tent looking like an awkward buffoon.

“What are you doing back there mom?” He called out to me, holding his hand over his face for shade.

“Nothing!” I answered back quickly. I turned and made my way toward the front. “I wasn’t doing anything. I just got a little turned around in the woods and ended up walking in from the back.”

“See! I told you!” He pronounced triumphantly. “I told you, you should have let me go with you!”

“You were right baby.” I said, giving him an over acted look of humbleness. “Next time, you will have to go with me.” He smiled at my humor, which made me smile back. “But right now we have to talk John. I think we should go ho…”

“I love it here!” John interrupted me mid-sentence. “I’m so glad you brought us here. I had forgotten how much I loved this place. Thanks mom.” He finished running up and giving me a kiss on the cheek. His lips felt soft and warm on my skin. I closed my eyes as a shiver ran through me, from my nipples to my clit. The words soft, warm, lips and pussy turned circles in my head as I pretended I wasn’t subconsciously thinking about my son’s mouth on my cunt. “Oh! I’m sorry mom. What were you saying? You think we should go?” He looked at me with his normal puzzled face and I felt normal for the first time in two days.

“Go cut more firewood dear.” I couldn’t tell him the truth now. He seemed so happy. Maybe this was a turn around. I didn’t have the heart to make him leave right when he was starting to enjoy it. His crying must have helped him work through his pent up emotions. You can help his cock work through it’s pent up emotions! The unwanted voice yelled in my head again. I almost covered my ears in my insanity.

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