Camping with Mom

"Come on, baby, while it's still hard," she yanked hard on his cock, forcing him to roll over onto her. He found himself on top of her with his cock head at the entrance to her pussy. "Fuck me," she hissed at him. "Love me like you used to."

God help him, but Paul pushed his hips forward and the tip of his cock was slowly enveloped by the warm folds of his mother's pussy. This was even more amazing than her mouth. He froze there a moment realizing what he was about to do.

"I need to cum too, baby," she whined, reaching for his hips, and trying to urge him inside her.

Paul slowly pressed forward until his cock was balls deep inside his mother. "Oh ...my... god...uh..."

Paul had been a virgin until this point. His body knew instinctively what to do though. He thrust forward and backwards sliding his cock in and out of his mother's hot, wet pussy, building up to a strong, quick tempo.

Paul's mother lifted her legs up against his sides and pulled him against her soft, plump body, pulling his head down towards hers and kissing him hard. He was fairly inexperienced with kissing, but his mother did all the work, mashing her full lips against his and sucking his tongue into her mouth. It was another new amazing sensation and he paused a beat.

She broke away from the kiss, breathing hard. "Don't you dare stop! Fuck me! Keep fucking me!" she demanded, and Paul obliged.

Paul got into rhythm again, plunging his cock deep inside his mother again and again, as they sucked on each other's tongues. She had her legs locked around him now and she was grunting into his mouth with each powerful thrust. He loved being against her fat belly like this. They broke the kiss for some much needed air. She was writhing beneath him as he continued to plunge his cock into her.

"Oh god, your baby-cakes needed this...uh...uh...I'm...uh...I'm cumming," she squealed. Her body quivered beneath him and she rolled her head back taking in a huge lungful of air. Her orgasm lasted for several minutes and Paul never stopped fucking her.

He felt his own orgasm approaching. He knew that he couldn't cum inside his own mother. She had relaxed her legs and had only a gentle grip on his arms now.

"That's it...uh...can you cum again? cum for me."

With a great effort he pulled his throbbing cock out of her pussy and pressed it hard against her soft, fat belly shooting his load across it. He pumped several streams of semen onto her with some of it splattering against the underside of one of her big, fat tits. He finally stopped cumming, knowing that his mother was covered with his ejaculate.

She giggled in the darkness and told him to find her a towel. He reached around him, finding one of her white washcloths that she never traveled without and handed it to her. She wiped herself clean, in the darkness, as he kneeled there in the tent trying to wrap his mind around what had just happened and what he would say to her. He needn't have worried, as she was snoring contentedly seconds later.

Paul covered her up with the blanket, and, this time, he zipped up the sleeping bag, cocooning himself, inside, safe and sound. He tried to stay awake, but soon exhaustion overcame him and he was asleep too.

He awoke with a start, looking around quickly. It was daylight, and thankfully his mother was still sleeping peacefully under her blanket. Paul quickly got up and peaked out of the tent. It was very early in the morning and no one on this side of the campgrounds was up and about yet.

Paul grabbed his big towel, wrapped it around his waist and ran over to the car. He found his bag of clothes and toiletries and headed over to the shower facility. The rain hadn't caused much in the way of damage or flooding. In fact, the only thing ruined was his tent and the soaked contents inside.

When Paul got back to the campsite, his mother was up stoking the fire and working on breakfast. She stopped what she was doing when he approached, looking at him in a panic and running over to him. Paul nearly choked on his own saliva and dropped his bag on the road. He broke out in a cold sweat. Why was she looking at him that way? Did she know? Her tits were flopping obscenely as she ran towards him. He looked down at the ground, quickly.

She reached him and grasped his wrist. Paul nearly ran the other way, but as his legs tensed up her hand lifted up his chin. "Oh god, Paul," she said pulling him over to the fire. "I'm so sorry! What happened to your tent? My god, I slept right through everything! What happened?"

Paul inwardly heaved an enormous sigh of relief. He almost cried he was so relieved. She didn't know anything or she would have said something.

His mother handed him a mug of coffee. "This will warm you up," she said. She didn't know. His secret was safe.

"Thanks," Paul said, recovering and giving her a G-rated version of last night. "After we went to bed, we got a downpour. I hadn't noticed, but there was a huge gash in the top of my tent. It's a lake in there, still." He took a big sip of coffee.

"What did you do?" she said, serving them both up a plate of the breakfast she had been working on.

"Well I grabbed my stuff and ran into your tent. You were sleeping soundly under the blanket so I borrowed your sleeping bag and that's it."

"I'm so sorry, Paul," she said, taking a drink of her own coffee. "I guess there's no way we can repair it?"

"I can't, I'm sorry," he said, digging into their breakfast. They finished eating in silence. Paul, all the while wondering if his mother suspected anything. He felt like he had to ask something but couldn't find the right question. He was so confused. His own mother had taken his virginity last night and he couldn't share that fact with anyone else in the whole world, especially not her!

When they finished eating, they both went over to inspect the tent and see what could be salvaged. They hung his sleeping bag over a tree branch to dry and then dismantled the tent and set that aside to dry before stowing it in the car. His mother gave him a few contemplative glances as they sat down with another cup of coffee.

"Well, here's the question, honey," his mother said as they set about straightening up the campsite. "I'd still like to stay up here, at least one more night, but that would mean sharing a tent together."

She looked at him hopefully, flashing Paul her best smile. She had her hands on her hips, causing her chest to thrust out towards him. She wasn't doing it on purpose, Paul knew, but he had to fight to not stare at her massive boobs.

All Paul could think about was that he had been thrusting his cock between those wide hips last night and that he had cum between those white teeth, smiling at him now. His cock twitched involuntarily in his pants. He wanted to tell her that they needed to get home, but the dark side of his mind was wondering if he could get his mother drunk enough for another round tonight. She would never know.

"Paul?" she said walking close to him and grabbing his hand. "Want to try it?'

"Yes," he said without thinking. "Let's try another night. How did you sleep?" he blurted the question out, without thinking about the consequences.

"Okay, I think I had a bit too much to drink and I had some wild dreams. I really need to take a shower though. I'm all sticky and sweaty. I'll be back in fifteen minutes and then we'll go on that hike we were talking about."

Paul set about putting some water and snacks in his little bag for the hike. He knew why she was sticky and she hadn't acted like she suspected anything. He took a deep breath and started to relax.

"Hello," said a soft, high voice from behind him.

Paul spun around. "Hello there," he said smiling.

There was a young girl, not much older than Paul standing there holding two gallons of water. "I'm Jenny," she said. "We just pulled into the camp site next to yours."

Oh, great, Paul thought. All he needed now was neighbors. "I'm Paul," he said.

"Camping alone?" she asked looking at his lone tent.

"No," he said, and then paused. What was he going to say next? I'm sharing a tent with my mother?

Jenny looked at him expectantly; waiting for his answer.

"Uh...I'm camping with my girlfriend," he blurted. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Why did he say that? How was he going to explain that to his mother?

"Oh! I'm here with my fiancé!" she said cheerfully. "We'll have to have drinks later. It's very romantic up here, isn't it? See you." She briskly walked over to her own campsite. Paul saw that they had forgone tents in favor of a giant RV. He absently wondered what it looked like inside.

Paul's mother came back a short while later looking refreshed. She had on khaki shorts and a tight green t-shirt that really put the accent on her large breasts. He found himself stealing glances at her bust.. Her thick, curly hair was loose and flowing over her shoulders. She caught Paul looking at her and gave him a quizzical look. He snapped his head away.

"Are we ready?" she asked, grabbing her small day pack.

"Yes!" Paul said, too enthusiastically.

"Okay. Let me just put my rings in the car so I don't damage them or lose them on the trail."

They took off for Stone Peak trail.

It was a fairly steep, winding trail and they were hard pressed to make it to the first overlook by lunch time, but they did. Paul's mother was red-faced and breathing hard when she sat down on a log beside the trail.

"I think we pushed it too much," Paul said, handing his mother some water.

"No, I'm glad we did. I'm okay. Lord knows, I need the exercise!" she said, patting her soft belly.

They stood there together gazing out at the beautiful valley until Paul's mother got her breath back. Then she pulled out the lunches she had made them. They ate together at the edge of the clearing.

"Oh! Hi, there, Paul!" said a familiar voice rounding the corner.

Paul and his mother both turned to see Jenny walking up to them with an older man following close behind her.

"Hi," Paul and his mother both called out.

Jenny and the older man reached them and stood there holding hands, smiling at them. She looked over at Paul's mom. "I'm Jenny and this is my fiancé Larry. We're neighbors at the campsite!"

Paul and his mom stood up. Paul was inwardly cringing at how this was going to play out, but Jenny took care of that for him.

"You must be the girlfriend that Paul said he was camping with," she said walking over to Paul's mother.

Paul's eyes locked on his mother's as she shook Jenny's hand. He was afraid of what she was going to say, but she played along.

"Yes," she said pulling back. "I'm Michelle. It's so nice to meet you. Join us?"

They all exchanged pleasantries and handshakes and sat down together, enjoying the view and eating lunch. Paul was flustered and uncomfortable the entire time. When they had a moment together, as Larry and Jenny walked to the edge of the bluff, Paul's mother leaned close to him.

"What was all that about? I'm your girlfriend now?"

"Well, um,well Jenny came over while you were in the shower and she asked who I was camping with and I looked over at the one tent and..."

"God, I'm so sorry Paul! I didn't even think about that. Shit!" she giggled.

Paul chuckled with her. "You see why I said that, right?"

"Yes."

"I didn't really think we'd see them again, you know?"

"Yeah. Okay, so I'm your girlfriend today, right?"

"You'll play along?"

"Yes, but did you notice how old Larry is? He's old enough to be her father."

"I guess couples with big age differences are the norm these days," Paul said, regretting it.

His mother laughed. "Stop it, I'm not that old."

Before Paul had a chance to respond, Jenny and Larry came back over. "Hey, you two!" Jenny said, cheerfully. She seemed to always be in a constant state of excitement. "Let's go up to the lover's leap. It's so romantic up there. Come on."

Paul and his mom gathered up their stuff and then followed them up the trail. Thirty minutes later they were at the lookout and it was a spectacular view.

"I don't think I've ever been here," Paul's mother said, walking to the edge with Paul following.

"You know the legend, right?" Jenny asked, raising her eyebrows.

"No," Paul and his mother answered in unison.

Jenny clasped Larry's hand and pulled him tight to her side. "The legend says that if lovers kiss up here they will be together forever." Jenny looked over at Paul and Michelle frowning a little. Then she nodded, as if she had made a decision.

"That's cute," Paul's mom said, absently.

"There's more, though!" said Jenny, giggling.

Paul and his mother both gave Jenny their full attention.

"The legend continues, that if two lovers come up here and consummate their love, you know?" She said giving them an intense look. "If they do that, the seed that they plant will blossom into a blessed harvest. They say it always happens. This was like an ancient fertility temple or something."

"What do you mean," Paul said, stupidly.

"It means you two will make a baby," Jenny giggled.

Paul turned beat red.

Jenny called them both over to the edge. "You two have never been up here?"

"No," Paul and his mother both said at the same time.

"Then you have to kiss if you want to be together forever," she said, turning towards Larry and kissing him passionately.

Paul and his mother stood there stupidly, until Jenny pulled her lips away from Larry's and poked Paul's mother in the ribs. "Come on you two," she said, "get busy!"

Paul's mother turned to him, grasping his hand. "Well, we have to play along, right," she whispered, and then pressed her lips against Paul's. Paul put his arms around her, loving the feeling of her huge breasts against his chest. He opened his mouth a little and his mother darted her tongue inside, just for an instant.

"Much better," Jenny said from behind them.

Paul and his mother broke off their kiss, eyes locked on each other, breathing heavily. "Wow," Paul mouthed.

His mother quickly grabbed his hand in hers and squeezed it.

"I told you there was something magical about this clearing," Jenny said, happily. "I just knew there was a reason that we met up here today."

"I'm feeling a bit tired," Paul's mother said. "I think we'd better head back."

"Sure," Jenny said. "I think we're going to the top of the trail. See you too love birds later." They headed up the trail, leaving Paul and his mother behind.

Michelle held her son's hand all the way down the trail.

When they got to the campsite, she excused herself to go to the restrooms and Paul took up his phone to play a game. His mother came back a short while later. Paul stood up clumsily, dropping his phone and picking it up. "I—"

"Shh, you don't have to say anything." She went over and started making herself a drink. "I need a strong one after that though."

"Uh, Larry invited us over for burgers and beers later. I think he thinks I'm like twenty-one or something."

"Hmmm," Michelle mused, looking up from her drink preparations. "I think one beer will be okay. Don't tell anyone, especially you know who."

Paul laughed, not believing his luck. "Really?"

"Yeah." She looked over at Paul, smiling at him. "Can't have my boyfriend be a killjoy at parties."

They both laughed and then Michelle sat on her camping chair, took her hiking boots off and took a big sip of her drink. "I've got to take a load of these feet and relax for a bit."

Paul took out his phone and lost himself in one of his games. It started to get a little dark out and his mother was well into her third drink when Jenny popped in to the campsite.

"Hey!"

"Hey," Paul and his mother said at the same time.

Jenny laughed. "You too do that all the time. You say things at the same time. I think you were destined to be together. Either way it's too late now! You kissed in the clearing." She laughed again. "Larry's got the burgers on and the beer is ice cold. Come over when you're ready." Then she left as quickly as she had appeared.

Paul was getting extremely hungry and excited to have his first beer. "Ready?" he asked his mother.

"Yeah," she said putting her cup away. "Let me get my flip flops on and change my top."

Paul put his phone away and changed his shirt too. When his mother came out she walked right up to him, hooking her arm in his. "I'll try to be more affectionate this evening so that Jenny lets us alone and doesn't suspect anything."

"Good idea," Paul said, relishing the feeling of his mother's arm in his and her heavenly, plump body pressed against his side. "Shall we?"

"Lead the way, good sir," she said, and off they went.

Larry was busy at the grill when they got there and Jenny handed them both a cold beer. Paul took a quick sip before anyone could take it away from him again. He didn't really like the taste but that was totally, beside the point.

Jenny pulled Michelle to the side to show her something in the camper and Paul walked over to help Larry.

"Hey champ." Larry was pulling burgers off the grill.

"Hey," Paul said, taking another sip of his beer. He was a real man now, drinking and hanging with other men at the grill. Life was good.

"Let me give you a tip," Larry said.

"What's that?"

"You and Michelle should do it in the clearing. You know?"

"Yeah," Paul said, not really knowing and not really knowing what he wanted to do. He was having second thoughts about tonight in his mother's tent.

"We'll be up there. Oh, you can count on that. I'm giving Jenny a baby this weekend. You know? Michelle's really into you, but you're too uptight, man. You need to relax."

"Yah, you're right, I—" he stammered.

Larry put his hand on Paul's shoulder. "Older women want romance. Okay?"

"Uh, okay," Paul said, trying to sound manly.

Let's eat!" Larry shouted, and Michelle and Jenny emerged from the RV.

The burgers were delicious. They ate together and then Larry got their campfire rolling, and the four of them sat around drinking more beer. Paul was already feeling a bit of a buzz off of his first one. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to drink as much as his mother did. True to her word, his mother was snuggled right next to him and Paul had his arm around her.

"So, what do you two do for work, Michelle?" Jenny asked.

Paul wondered what his mother would say to that. She put her hand on his leg and his cock twitched.

"I'm actually between jobs. I'm going to beauty school and Paul just got hired at his uncle's tech support company. This is our last little fling before we get busy." She squeezed Paul's leg and smiled at him, then whispered in his ear. "I always wanted to go to beauty school and your uncle did offer you a job."

"Who needs another beer?" Jenny interrupted, going over to the cooler.

"I do!" Paul and his mother said in unison, again.

Jenny laughed. "You just did it again! You're so in tune with each other. The sex must be amazing."

Paul nearly spit his beer out.

"It is," his mother said, giggling. Then she snuggled even closer leaning her head against his shoulder.

Jenny got them all another beer and Paul was really feeling buzzed after his third beer, he was sure his mother was feeling it too. She was practically melted against him. He loved the feeling of her against him. It was almost like having a real girlfriend. Something he'd never known. He had a raging hard on the whole time.

Jenny stood up and pulled Larry to his feet and went inside their RV. They left the door open. Paul and his mother sat there for a while.

"Where did they go?" Paul asked her.

"Probably making out," his mother said. "I need something a little stronger. Let's say goodbye and head back."

"Sure," Paul said. He stood up trying to adjust his erection as he did; hoping that his mother hadn't noticed it and glad it was dark out. They both walked over to the RV and stepped in with Paul's mother in the lead.