Capítulo 2018: MOM'S CAMPING TRIP
I should have never taken the bet. Don't even ask what was involved; it was a sucker bet from the beginning, and if I hadn't been so excited by the possibility of what I would win--my own car--I would probably have figured out what she was up to. But I lost, and lost hard, and now I'd have to pay the price. And the worst part was, I didn't know what I'd have to do; the only thing that my mom would say was that it wouldn't involve public humiliation.
My mom definitely wasn't your average mother. She had a statuesque figure and curly blonde hair, and she could have had her choice of sex partners, but she said that she'd done almost all the things that she'd ever wanted to do in bed. You might think that that's something pretty unusual for a mother to tell her son, but that was my mom. She was a professional psychotherapist and had always been very frank about sex. Most guys that I know get the sex talk from their dads (mine divorced Mom when I was young and I rarely see him) and it's usually a very awkward talk, describing the basic facts of sex that the son already knows; my mom said that I probably knew all of that stuff already and that the important thing to remember was to stick to mutual masturbation with casual partners if I didn't know their sexual history, at least until I was comfortable having intercourse wearing a condom. I was pretty astonished at that, but gradually I loosened up and would confide all sorts of stuff to her. It seemed that nothing was too bizarre for her; she wouldn't say what her patients told her, but she let me know that nothing that I would come up with would beat what she heard nearly every day.
I thought that what I had seen and done while I was away at college would be the thing that would freak her out, so I held off telling her about it, until she got it out of me one evening when we were sitting in the living room talking. "Please tell me, John; I can tell that it's really bothering you." She put her hand over mine and looked into my eyes. "I promise that I won't think any of the worse of you. I know that you're a good man and that you didn't do anything to harm anyone."
I shifted in my seat, still hesitant to talk about it, but Mom persisted and finally I gave in and told her what had happened earlier in the fall semester. I had gotten a girlfriend, Laura, who was a funny and creative woman who was also a good lover. She was obviously experienced at sex, but was evasive when I asked her about past boyfriends. I didn't press too hard because the sex was so great that I didn't want to spoil a good thing. Then, one weekend, her parents came to campus to visit. Usually, when parents come to visit their kids, they stay at a local motel, take their kid out to eat several times, take a brief tour of the campus and dorm, and in general make sure that their kid is OK and getting enough sleep. Laura's parents, on the other hand, were staying on campus, in her room--her roommate had an off-campus boyfriend and had even given Laura her key so that we could have as much privacy as we wanted, and I slept with her every weekend and even some school nights. I couldn't believe that they were going to sleep in one of those little dorm beds, but Laura said that they'd insisted. Of course, that meant that we weren't going to have sex that weekend, but I thought that I could tough it out and maybe make up for it on Sunday night after the parents had left. After I met her parents--he was a big man and a little burly, but not really fat, and she was slightly chubby and a bit shorter than Laura, who was slim--I went out late Friday night while Laura was with her parents and didn't think about it.
Saturday night, I had come back from a movie and found Laura at my room. She kissed me and tugged my hand. "Come on, let's go to my room."
I hesitated. "But your parents--"
She touched her finger to my lips, shushing me. "Don't worry about them. Come on, I need you inside me tonight."
She led me to her room and let me in; the room was completely dark. She had a bead curtain that separated the front part of the room from the part where the beds were. She started undressing and motioned to me to do the same; usually we just took our clothes off and tossed them on the other bed. She shushed me again and for some reason I thought that her roommate had come back and that her parents were gone. I got a little excited at the thought of fucking while her roommate, who wasn't too bad looking herself, was snoozing a few feet away--if she woke up, would she watch us and maybe finger herself? But when Laura pulled me through the curtain and toward the bed, both of us stark naked, I got the shock of my life--there were obviously two people in the bed, and her parents' suitcases were standing near the desk. If I'd had even a little of my senses about me, I probably would have ran back to the closet, grabbed my clothes, and gotten out of there, but I was frozen. Laura tugged me toward the bed and I let her lead me to it and got under the covers.
I huddled against her, terrified. I couldn't imagine her parents' reaction if they woke up and saw me fucking their daughter in the same room as them. She'd done some crazy stuff before--we'd fucked in the library on our second date, and she sucked me off in a porn theater while dirty old men watched and beat off--but this was beyond belief. I lay there, my front against her back and both of us on our right side, facing her parents, and I wondered how long I'd have to wait before she got tired of the game and let me go back to my room, when her parents stirred. They were laying on there left sides, facing us--her dad behind her mom, sort of a mirror image of Laura and I--and her dad put his arm around her mom. I thought that they weren't really awake and was starting to relax when I saw his arm move under the sheets, and although there were no lights in the room and the drapes were drawn, there was enough light from outside coming through the drapes to see with night vision, and I realized that his hand was cupping her breast and that he was stroking her. Laura took my own left arm and put my left hand on one of her breasts; the nipple was completely hard.
If the thought of them seeing me having sex with Laura or even being caught naked in the same bed as her was terrifying, the thought of them catching us having sex while we watched them have sex was beyond terror--I almost felt like I was floating above the whole scene, watching it all. Then I had a thought: what sort of parents have sex with their grown daughter in the same room? If they don't mind having her as an audience, they probably wouldn't mind an additional spectator. What would they do if they knew I was there? Complain to the resident assitant, "We were fucking away when we realized that our daughter had her boyfriend in teh room and it wasn't just her watching"? I relaxed and decided to watch this exhibitionistic pair go at it for as long as I would get away with it. I stroked Laura's nipple and she responded by rocking her ass back at me; I began to grow erect.
Her dad moved his hand down to her mom's crotch, and I followed suit with Laura. Then her mom, still covered with the sheet, moved her leg up and back so that it was curled around her husband's leg in back of her, and after some further arm movement beneath the sheet, they both started moving their hips; they were fucking right in front of us! My astonishment continued as Laura mirrored her mom and, grasping my cock, guided it to the mouth of her vagina and rotated her hips back at me so that my cock slid into her cunt. However, as before, my surprise quickly melted into bliss as Laura's tight, slick pussy moved up and down my shaft. I could hear her parents start to moan over Laura's heavy breathing.
Then her parents stopped their movement, and again my heart leapt as I thought that they had finally noticed what Laura and I were doing, but instead her mom seemed to withdraw from her dad, turned around, and sat up in the bed; the sheet fell from her, and I could see her naked body, even in the half-light. Her breasts were large and sagged a little, and her nipples looked enormous.She straddled her husband's cock, reached behind her, and put the cock back inside herself. She leaned forward so that he could fondle her breasts and suckle her nipples, and I could see his cock going in and out of her. Then Laura did the same; it was pretty obvious that her parents had to have noticed what we were doing in the other bed. I let Laura mount me and start riding my cock vigorously. We were both looking at her parents, and after a little while it was obvious that they were watching us, too. Never in my life had I imagined that I would sleep with a woman who liked to fuck in the same room as her parents.
After a few minutes, as I was well on the way to orgasm, Laura's mother suddenly stopped, got off of her husband, and got out of bed. A moment later, Laura did the same. They approached each other, embraced, and kissed deeply, with open mouths. Laura reached between her mother's legs, and her mother did the same to Laura. I could feel my mouth fall open as the mother and daughter finger-fucked and French-kissed in the middle of the room. I looked over at her dad, lying in the bed with his erect cock still pointing at the ceiling, and I could swear that he winked at me.
The two women broke apart, and went back to bed--but Laura went to her dad's bed, and Laura's mom came to mine. I was still in disbelief and thought that maybe they'd realize their mistake, but Laura's mom crouched over the bed and took my cock in her hand, then wrapped her lips around the head, and Laura did the same with her dad's cock. Her mom was a skillful cocksucker, working her tongue slowly around my cockhead while her hand moved up and down the shaft, and it suddenly occurred to me that she was sucking her daughter's cunt juice off my cock, just as Laura was tasting her own mother's secretions on her father's cock. The women then mounted again, and Laura's mom slid my cock into her cunt, and now I was the one who got to suckle on her gumdrop-sized nipples while she rocked above me. I looked at Laura gripping her father's shoulders while she rode his cock in ecstasy. A few minutes later, Laura's mom dismounted and, nudging me aside, lay on the bed and spread her big thighs wide. I moved on top of her and sank my cock into her glistening slit; Laura grunted as her father did the same to her in the other bed, and she wrapped her legs around her hips as he pounded into her and I rode his wife. We finished our mirror-sex with doggy-style, and you couild hear her dad's and my hips slapping against our partner's asses--I was louder because I had more ass to slap against--and the women threw their hips back at us and came loudly, just before her dad and I gripped their hips and shot our respective loads deep into their cunts.
Without saying a word, we curled up with our partners, and I fell asleep with my wet cock against Laura's mom's big ass. I woke up a couple of hours later, feeling a slight chill against my wet crotch, and saw Laura and her mom on the rug between the beds, with her mom on her back and Laura crouched above her mother, her pussy pressed against her mother's mouth and her face buried between her mother's thighs. They licked each other to an orgasm as her father and I watched and stroked our hard cocks, and then Laura came back to bed with me and her mom crawled into bed with her dad. She spread her legs and her husband moved between them and started performing cunnilingus on her; it excited me so much to think that he was tasting the traces of my own semen in his wife's cunt that I got hard again and fucked Laura from behind, knowing also that her father's cum was partially lubricating my own cock.
We were surprisingly casual with each other as we got out of bed the next morning and got dressed in front of each other, but I went back to my room still not quite accepting the reality of what I'd done with Laura and her parents the night before. The next time I was with Laura, though, she stroked my cock and asked me if her cunt felt better than her mother's, and wondered if maybe she'd get to suck my cock while her dad took her from behind, or maybe take her dad in her pussy while I fucked her ass. We had sex several times more, and she did indeed let me butt-fuck her, which she informed me was a "virgin hole" that not even Daddy had been in. I was starting to wonder if I might spend some time with her family that summer, and have some more wild partner-swapping with her parents, but at the end of the spring she said that it really wouldn't work out because her brother would be home from his school and, well, I'd be sort of a fifth wheel. I got a goodbye fuck and I have to admit that it was pretty hot thinking of her with her dad and her brother, getting cock from both ends, but I was still a little blue.
So, I asked my mother, who had been silent throughout the whole tale, I wasn't sure whether I was down because I was feeling a bit of shame over having participated in a family's incest, or because it was so beyond anything I had even imagined myself doing before that "ordinary" sex seemed kind of bland to me now.
She was silent for a while longer, then told me that, first of all, she didn't blame me for being seduced by such a highly sexual family; whatever dysfunctional dynamics were in place in Laura's family, that was their responsibility to resolve, not mine, unless I married her and thus entered the family system. (I shook my head vigorously; marrying Laura hadn't even occurred to me.) Second, I should consider taking up with someone else the following fall, since I was obviously overwhelmed by the weirdness of their shared sex life. Third, I couldn't assume that they didn't have other sex partners, and that I should get myself tested for STDs. (I had, courtesy of the student health service.) And, fourth, she was glad that I still felt close enough to her to be able to confide in me. She stood up and spread her arms, and I hugged her. I stayed in her arms for what seemed like a longer-than-normal time, and I soon became conscious of her large breasts pressing against my chest, and pulled away. That night, I heard my mother masturbating. She was usually pretty quiet, whether with a partner or alone, and wasn't exactly screaming this time, but there was no mistaking the low, rhythmic moans that she was making, nor the low hum which I knew was probably a vibrator. I wondered if my mother was fantasizing about the sexual adventure that I had laid out explicitly for her, and eventually masturbated myself, feeling a little guilty but nonetheless very excited, thinking of her lying in her bed, legs spread wide, holding her vibrator against her clit and fucking herself with the other hand while she thought of her son taking part in his girlfriend's incest.
***
And then she made the bet, and I took the bait, and now I was in the car with her driving I didn't know where, feeling nervous as hell because I was undertaking the first of three tasks to settle the bet and I had no idea what was involved. We parked in front of a small storefront that had a simple sign in front saying "Nails and More." We went in and checked in with the receptionist, who motioned us toward the back of the store; we went through the door there and into a smaller room, which had what looked like a couple of recliner chairs. The short woman inside looked to be Hispanic and about in her mid-fifties. She embraced my mother and then looked at me. "This is your son?" she inquired.
"Yes, and he's going to get the treatment, too." I immediately felt a chill of apprehension; was the woman going to do a manicure? Paint my nails? My mom had said no public humiliation... The woman took my hand and looked me up and down, and looked directly at my crotch, then up at me with a speculative look on her face. I was wearing a T-shirt and shorts with sandals, but right then I felt like I was wearing nothing but a skimpy thong. She smiled at me and motioned me to a stool in front of one of the reclining chairs. I sat down and the woman pulled up another stool and sat down next to me, directly in front of the reclining chair. Then my mother took her sandals off, reached up under her sun dress, and pulled her white cotton panties down and off. She moved over to the chair, and suddenly I realized what the chair was for, and started to stand up.
The short woman grabbed my forearm. "It's OK, it's OK, it's no big deal. You're just going to see the place where you came from." She grinned again and my mother smiled as well, as if I were nervous about asking this woman out for a date or something. Slowly, I sat back down on the stool. I had to admit, this wasn't really public humiliation, although I wouldn't want to run into this woman in the grocery store, knowing that she had been there while my mother exposed herself to me. My mother sat down on the edge of the recliner while the woman raised two gynecologist-type stirrups. Mom raised her skirt a little, leaned back into the chair, and put her feet into the stirrups.
I tried not to stare, at least too obviously, but it was right in front of me and it was obvious that my mother would not be satisfied until I looked. My mother's cunt hair was blonde, a slightly darker shade than the hair on her head, and covered her large mound and even went onto her thighs a little. With her legs wide apart, her labia spread apart a little, and I could see the glistening pink of her inner tissues. I casually glanced at her cunt, then looked at my mother's face; she was looking back into my eyes with a little half-smile on her face. I blushed furiously and looked away. The beautician picked up a pair of electric clippers and started to trim my mother's pubic hair; my mother shifted a little in her seat and I thought that once or twice she was trying to move her clit against the clipper's vibrating body. The beautician stretched my mother's labia this way and that, and I thought that a few times she did indeed rest the clipper very near my mother's clit. When she was done trimming, my mother's labia seemed to be a little swollen and spread further apart, the inner labia a little moister.
The beautician shut the clippers off and set them down, then moved over to a microwave nearby; my mother looked at me again with that little half-smile, as if we were both listening to a salesperson's spiel for something that we didn't really need rather than her showing her wet cunt to me. The beautician brought a container and a brush over to the chair and started to brush melted wax over my mother's pussy. My mother let out a tiny gasp, but didn't react otherwise. I stopped pretending not to stare as the beautician covered my mother's entire mound and the very tops of her inner thighs with the glistening wax; I could still see her lubricated vulva right in the middle. The beautician pressed strips of cloth into the melted wax, and I knew what was coming next. She looked at my mother, said "Ready?", my mother nodded and gripped the arms of the chair, and the beautician started ripping the strips away with smooth, confident movements.
My mother bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut, the knuckles of her hands going white as they gripped the chair, but she didn't make a sound. The beautician ripped the last strip of wax away, then gestured between my mother's legs with a sort of "ta-da" flourish. My mother's pubis was now completely bare of hair, and a bright pink, almost red. The beautician squirted some lotion into the palm of one hand, rubbed her hands together, and then started spreading the lotion onto my mother's labia. She massaged both sides with a circular motion, and I could see her labia separate and got glimpses of the mouth of her vagina and her clit, which looked surprisingly erect despite the recent pain that Mom had suffered. She finished, then held up the bottle of lotion, looked at Mom, and raised her eyebrows. My mother nodded again, that little half-smile on her face, and glanced briefly in my direction. The beautician pumped out some more lotion, but instead of using both hands, she covered my mother's cunt with one hand, the heel over Mom's clit and her fingers covering the labia, and started a slow, circular massage. I was watching this woman, whom I had never seen before, masturbate my mother right in front of me.
As the woman continued, my mother started to breathe heavily and her hips rocked in the chair. The woman let one, then two of her fingers slip into my mother's vagina while the heel of her hand continued to grind against Mom's clitoris. She finger-fucked my mother with the same sort of professional air that she'd had when she'd trimmed and waxed Mom's cunt. Then Mom gripped the arms of the chair again and let out a low, long moan, and the beautician held her hand still; I would swear that I saw Mom's cunt spasm around the woman's fingers. Then Mom sighed and relaxed in the chair, and the woman took her hand out of Mom's cunt and casually wiped it with a towel. She looked at me and gestured to the other waxing chair, and at first I was too caught up in what I'd just seen to understand what she meant. She gestured again, and I stood up in a half-crouch--very conscious of the erection in my shorts--and went over to the chair and started to sit down, when the woman said, "Uh-uh," and reached over and tugged on the waistband of my shorts. The meaning was clear. I looked in sudden anxiety (and a little anger) over at my mother.
Mom rolled her eyes. "I'm sure that she sees much more than that every day", she said. I looked at the beautician and my mother; they were both grinning. I knew what was coming, and really, really didn't want to do it, but one thing that my mother had drummed into me growing up was that keeping one's promises was all-important, and that included settling up bets. I took a deep breath, decided that if they wanted to see my cock that badly that they were welcome to an eyeful, and tugged my shorts and briefs down and stepped out of them. My cock was still hard, and bobbed a little as I sat down in the chair and put my feet up.
The beautician moved between my legs and looked me over with her professional manner; she held my cock gently and moved it a little as she looked at the hair at its base, although I thought that maybe she stroked it a little as she did so. I felt lucky that I wasn't that hairy as she surveyed the growth of hair on my pubis, my scrotum, and the insides of my thighs. She picked up the clippers and trimmed my pubes, again brushing the vibrating clipper body against my cock a little more than seemed absolutely necessary, and I jumped a little bit in the chair when she rested it against the head of my cock. I looked over at my mother to see her looking interestedly at the process; she met my eyes and smiled again.
The wax wasn't as hot as I thought it would be, but I grew nervous as the beautician spread it around the base of my cock and my scrotum. My mother reached over and held my hand as the beautician laid the strips of cloth down. She looked at me and said, "Ready?" I gulped and nodded, trying to put on a brave face.
I have to say that it wasn't the worst pain that I've ever felt in my life, since I've had to have a root canal, and although I thought my heart stopped once or twice while she ripped the strips away, it was over before I knew it. I was still gasping when she started to rub the lotion in. I don't know what was in the lotion, but it soothed my red and aching skin without numbing it, and the throbbing ache gradually turned into a pleasant heat. Without nonverbally asking my permission as she did with my mother, the beautician started stroking my cock with her slick and expert hands. I thought that I knew more than anyone about how to touch my own cock, at least in the ways that pleased me, but I had nothing on this grandmother-age woman in the handjob department. She used the tips of her fingers, then the palms; held her hands together as if she were praying, with my cock between them, then grasped my cock in both fists and rotated them slowly against each other, as if she were wringing out a towel; she did things that were more like sleight-of-hand than anything else, things that I didn't think that I could ever duplicate on my own. I started to move my hips as I fucked her hands, and then raised my hips off the chair as my orgasm approached. She kept a tight grip on my cock with one hand as she reached between my legs with the other, sliding her slick fingers down from the base of my scrotum to the crack of my ass, and then she penetrated me with her middle finger, stroking my prostate gland with the tip of her finger. I groaned and she quickly bent down and took my cockhead into her mouth, her tongue flicking against it lightly as I shot my cum down her throat. She took her middle finger out of me and swallowed, and I slumped in the chair, the pleasure having been as intense as the pain had been earlier.
The beautician walked behind my chair and pushed on the back, making the chair recline until I was laying flat. She then raised her skirt and straddled the narrow headrest and my face; I was not surprised to see that she was as smooth and bare between her legs as my mother and I now were. I looked over at my mom, who smiled again and reclined her own chair to get a better view. I smiled back for the first time that day, and then turned my attention to the beautician's cunt. She spread her labia and a tiny droplet of lubrication fell on my lips; I licked it off and then extended my tongue as the beautician sat on my face.
Her musk was strong but tasted good, and I was in the right position to do something that Laura had absolutely loved; I moved my upper lip against her clit while I probed her vagina with my tongue. She rocked her hips against my face and muttered something in a language that I didn't recognize as I pleasured her. I decided to reciprocate what she'd done to me, and put one finger into her vagina, liberally coating it with her juice, and then inserted it into her anus. She cried out and vigorously humped my mouth as she came. As she moved off the chair, I heard a loud sigh and looked over at the next chair where Mom was watching us with half-closed eyes as she gingerly fingered herself to another climax. We got dressed and I reached for the towel to wipe the cunt secretions off my face, but the beautician whipped it away with a sly grin. Mom volunteered that I would pay for the treatment, and although it was more than I was expecting, I considered it well worth the expense. As I paid the slim, cute receptionist, she paused, sniffed, and then looked at me with a sly grin of her own. Apparently, I wasn't the only man who'd been in for the very special treatment.
***
I was hoping for more fun with my mom, or possibly going to visit the beautician, or her receptionist, or both for some non-business "treatments", but when I tried to bring the subject up with my mother she said, firmly, "We're not going to talk about that," in that tone of voice that implied "And I mean it." She also kept me busy around the house with chores that, she made clear, weren't part of settling the bet. At night, though, I had fun playing with my smooth crotch, and sounds from Mom's bedroom indicated that she was doing the same. Still, I was getting horny enough that I was considering rushing through my morning chores, heading to the beauticians', and letting the devil take the hindmost, when Mom announced that we were going on a trip.
"Where to?", I asked.
"You'll see. I've packed already." She went out to the car, and I followed. I saw two backpacks in the back of the car. We drove for about half the day, finally arriving at a patch of woods that wasn't anywhere near the places that I'd camped with the Boy Scouts. Mom parked the car off the road and gave me the heavier pack, putting her own on, and set off along an unmarked trail. It was a fairly rugged trail, but we arrived at the clearing soon enough. I realized that, unless someone knew exactly where the trail began, no one was very likely to ever find this place. Still, I felt quite apprehensive as Mom started to take her clothes off.
Even with the good look that I had gotten of her cunt, I didn't really know what my mother looked like naked. She pulled down her shorts and panties and stepped out of them, still wearing her hiking shoes and socks. She pulled her T-shirt over her head, then reached behind herself and unhooked her bra. She tossed the bra onto the pile of other clothes, then stood there with her hands on her hips and looked at me. I really liked her figure. Her upper torso with its large breasts curved gracefully into a relatively narrow waist, but not too narrow, her navel a shallow ellipse, and then swept out again into nice, broad hips, the gentle curve of her lower belly blending into her pubis, the dark furrow of her cunt disappearing between her legs.
She raised her eyebrows. "Well? What are you waiting for?"
I blushed and started undressing myself, also keeping my shoes and socks on. The air felt suddenly cool as a light breeze blew over my naked scrotum and half-hard cock. My mom took her time looking me over, that Mona Lisa smile playing over her lips, and then walked over to one of the backpacks and bent over it. My mother's big ass framed the bare lips of her cunt that peeked between her upper thighs, and I remembered kneeling behind my girlfriend's mother and fucking her hard while Laura's father did the same to her. I felt a sudden urge to walk over to my mother and grab her hips and penetrate her, but she suddenly straightened up and the spell was broken, although my cock continued to rise. She walked over to me, ignoring my erection, and handed me a bottle, then turned her back to me, lifting the hair off the back of her neck.
I looked at the bottle. It was a combination insect repellant and sunscreen, organic, non-toxic and specially formulated to be non-irritating. It didn't take a genius to figure out what she wanted me to do. I squirted some of the lotion into the palm of my hand and began to smooth it into her neck and shoulders. She sighed as I massaged the top of her back between her neck and shoulders, and she leaned back, just a little, but enough so that the head of my hard cock pressed into the small of her back. It felt like static electricity jumped between her skin and my cock. She didn't lean back any further, but neither did she pull away. I continued to rub lotion into her shoulders, then her back. As I moved down her back, I had to pull away a little, and I saw a glistening thread of pre-cum stretch between my cockhead and the skin of her lower back. I hadn't realized that I was that excited.
I reached the bottom of her back, right above the beginning of her ass crack, then hesitated. She looked over her shoulder, her expression neutral but frank. I squeezed more lotion onto my hands and reached toward her, then knelt behind her. Her beautiful ass was level with my eyes and just a few inches away. I smoothed lotion over her cheeks, then poured out more lotion and gently started to stroke down her asscrack. She moved her legs apart a little, and I moved my fingers down lower, until I'd reached her asshole. Her ass was shiny with lotion and I could feel my cock twitch as I thought of sliding my cockhead where my fingers were. I lightly stroked her puckered orifice and she sighed, then bent down a little and arched her back so that her asshole came up a little and was more exposed, and I could see her cunt below it, the lips separating a little as they had in the beauty shop so that I could again see her glistening inner labia, but now from much closer. I could smell the scent of her pussy, more delicate than that of the beautician but definitely the smell of an aroused woman. I nearly started probing between her lips, but decided that I wouldn't do that, at least not quite yet. I stroked her anus a few more times, then got more lotion and started to coat her inner thighs. I thought I heard another sigh--of disappointment?--as I moved down her legs, although I spent some quality time on the backs of her knees.
I reached her socks, rubbed some lotion about an inch below the cuff, and then started lotioning the fronts of her legs. She still had her legs apart a little, and as I worked my way up, I thought about gradually standing up until my hard cock came up between her thighs. Even without penetrating her pussy, I would still be between her lubricated thighs. But I decided, again, that it wasn't quite time for that, and went on my instincts, remaining crouching behind her as I massaged her upper thighs. I moved away a little, straightened up, and then pressed myself up against her so that my cock touched her lower back just above her ass, then slid up her spine as I moved closer until it was pressed between her back and my belly. She moved back a little as I moved forward, so that my cock was gently held between us with a pleasant pressure.
I lotioned up her hips, avoiding moving around to the front, and up her sides, touching the sides of her breasts. She lifted her arms up and I anointed her shaved-bare armpits and started rubbing lotion on her arms. She was resting full against me now, and moving her hips just a little back and forth, which made a nice motion against my cock. I massaged her hands, then stroked up her inner arms and all the way up to her shoulders. I rested my hands there for a few seconds, savoring the thought of the last areas that I had left. The lotion came with a litle cord so that you could hang it around your neck if or when the bottle became too slippery to hold, and I put it arouind my neck, then squirted a generous amount into my palms. I could feel a little more precum squirt out of my cock onto my mother's back and wondered if she could feel it too.
I started massaging lotion into my mother's upper chest, then carefully moved down between her breasts, taking care to avoid her nipples, which were already very hard. I slid my slick hands underneath her breasts, then along the outer sides. I moved my fingertips in decreasing circles around her nipples, stroking the perimeters of the areaolae, then cupping her breasts in my hands and gently rubbing the nipples between my fingers. She gasped and rocked her ass back into my groin, prompting another pleasant spasm in my cock. I caressed her breasts and nipples while she moaned softly. Then, when I was convinced that she was about to come from nipple stimulation alone, I moved down off her breasts, hearing another sigh of disappointment from her, and started rubbing lotion onto her belly. I dipped the tip of my pinky in her navel, making her laugh (even that felt good against my cock), then moved lower, toward home plate, as it were. I rubbed the sides of her prominent mound, and then gently moved one index finger into the notch of her pubis--but, just as I was feeling the firm nub of her clitoris, and the heat and the moisture, she pulled my hand away and said, "Uh-uh, it says 'for external use only' on the bottle."
Well, if I hadn't been quite so horny that would have been a mood-killer, but instead I said, "Oh--only on the outside, huh? Well, let's see what I can do with that." I reached down on either side of her cunt, pressed toward the middle, then began sliding her slippery labia up and down and back and forth against each other. She groaned and started rocking her ass back against me in earnest. I anticipated a longer buildup and that maybe she'd raise her ass again so that I could slip my cock into her cunt from behind, but before I knew it she raised herself on tiptoes and shuddered against me. I could feel the base of my cock in her asscrack, but that was as close as I came to putting it in. She slumped against me, catching her breath. My cock was still throbbing and I thought of just humping against her until I came, but she pulled away from me and held her hand out for the lotion bottle. "OK, now it's your turn."
The next few minutes were the longest of my life; even though my mother's hands on my body felt great, my cock got as hard as it had ever been, so engorged that I thought it would burst, but somehow I knew that it was against the unspoken rules for me to touch myself. It was especially tough when Mom reached my ass and carefully stroked my asshole as I had done to hers, then stroked down further, along the part between the asshole and the base of the scrotum; men can feel the root of their cocks there when they're hard, and I had a dick that could cut glass. Then I could feel her breath on my balls as she moved lower, and I was convinced that she was breathing hard on purpose. When she reached around me to do my front, I couldn't feel her pubis against me because she was shorter than I was and it was too low, but she more than compensated by pressing her breasts against my back, the hard nipples tracing little circles, it seemed. As her hands moved lower, it seemed hard for me to breathe. Finally, she was rubbing lotion over my own bare pubis, then gently smoothing it onto and around my scrotum. I thought that I might come just from the feel of the gentle breeze on my cock at this point.
Then, just as I was about to give up and start stroking my cock in defiance of the "game", she grasped my cockhead between her thumb and first two fingers and squeezed gently but firmly. I could feel my excitement subside a little, although my cock was as hard as ever. Mom got one last squirt of lotion and slowly stroked up and down my cock, and started purring in my ear: "Is this how you masturbate, John? Is this the way that you stroke your cock at home?"
"S-s-s-sometimes," I gasped, "and sometimes I used b-b-both hands."
She brought her other hand around and put it over the other one, one loose fist on top of the other, and started moving them again. "You mean, like this?"
"I-I-I like to hold the hands still and f-fuck 'em."
She held her hands still and I started thrusting, forward into her hands and back against her body, her arms around me as she formed her hands into an artificial pussy for me to fuck, the same way that I always did when I had started masturbating. I was starting to build up steam when she gripped my cock hard enough to make me stop. "What other ways, John?"
So I started recounting every method and variation that I had ever tried, and she duplicated every move: stroking my scrotum, sticking a finger up my ass, using an overhand grip, and so on, occasionally stopping to do the cockhead-pinch that magically reset my orgasmic cycle before I could come. Finally, I broke down and begged, "Please, Mom, I have to come real bad!"
She let go of me and walked slowly around in front of me. She stood with her hands on her hips again, her nipples hard and her belly and thighs gleaming with lotion. "Well," she said, "if you want to come, why don't you come? You certainly have plenty of ways of taking matters into your own hands, as it were."
I sighed. I could do that, but her extended tease had left me hungry for her. "I want you to make me come, Mom."
She raised one eyebrow. "You want me to make you come? Why?"
"Because you turn me on, Mom. You make me horny. I want to... to.. to have sex with you!"
"Have sex?" She laughed. "Like what?"
"I want you to masturbate me until I come!"
She pursed her lips. "Is that all?"
I started to figure out, even in the throes of preorgasmic lust, what she wanted. "I want you to suck me too, Mom."
She seemed to think about it. "You want me to suck you, huh?"
"Yes! I want to put my cock in your mouth and fuck your face until I shoot my cum down your throat!"
"Hmmm... is there any place else you want to put that hard, hard cock of yours?"
"I want to put it between your breasts!"
"Really. And?"
" I want to fuck your hot pussy, Mom! I want to stick it in and fuck you until we both come!"
"How do you want to fuck me, John?"
"Me on top! You on top! Doggy-style! Mom..."
"And is that the only place you want to fuck me?" She was starting to rub her thighs together. I could tell that she was getting off on this.
"I want to fuck you in the ass, Mom. I want to fuck that little asshole of yours!"
"Do you think I'd like that, John?"
"I'll do whatever I need to! I'll stick my tongue up your ass! I'll lick your pussy all day!"
"Just one more thing, John: what do they call people like you?"
For one awful moment, I couldnt' think of an answer. Then: "I'm a motherfucker!"
She smiled and reached out and grasped my cock firmly. "Very good."
She started stroking slowly, and at first it seemed like I felt nothing. Then I felt something like an electric charge start at my feet--as if I'd stepped on a live wire--shoot up my legs and into my pelvis, then come charging up my cock. I saw my semen splatter against my mother's belly as I came as hard as I ever have.
Eventually, she released me and I bent over, hands on knees, gasping. Whatever weird little game my mother was playing, it had entered a new phase.
Eventually, I stood up, and she still stood there with my cum on her belly. "Let's go for a walk!" she said brightly, and turned around and set off across the meadow, my semen still trickling down her front. As astonished as I was when I realized that she wanted me to watch her having her pussy waxed, I followed her magnificent swinging hips and ass into the woods.
***
We hiked for a while, and after I'd recovered a little I found myself seemingly as horny as ever as I watched my mother striding ahead of me, fully nude above the ankles. She obviously knew where she was going, and we went quite a ways, going off onto several side trails, and I started to worry that we might run across other hikers. I supposed that we could pretend to be lost from some sort of nudist colony, and we could pretend to be a couple rather than a mother and son, but what if it were someone that we knew? What would they make of the streaks of semen that still decorated my mother's stomach? I could even smell it.
Finally, she stopped and held a finger to her lips, and I felt a spike of adrenaline as I guessed that we were in sight of people. She turned back around and slowly crept forward, then stopped again and kneeled down. I started to come up next to her and she motioned behind her and whispered "Back!" I crouched behind her and she whispered again, "Get down!" I kneeled behind her.
The trail that we were on was a branch of the main one, and although it seemed to lead into a clearing ahead of us, the entrance to the clearing was overgrown with light brush. Between the overgrowth and the fact that the clearing was filled with light and we were in shadow, I felt certain that we would not be visible from the clearing, as long as I heeded my mother and kept down behind her. She bent forward and rested her hands on the ground, and I looked over her shoulder. There were two people in the clearing, and unlike us they were fully clothed, but they were talking to each other and hadn't seemed to notice us. The man was slim, dark-haired with distinguished-looking touches of grey at the temples, and not bad looking. The woman with him looked a little like him, but with long brown hair; she seemed to be about half his age. They were sitting on a blanket with the remains of a picnic around them and were drinking glasses of wine.
At first I felt a thrill at spying on this couple, who didn't know that a naked man and woman were watching them close by, but after a little while I started to get bored. I wanted to go back to our own clearing and play some sex games with my mother, and I gently touched her on the shoulder, but she held up her hand. I was wondering if her knees were starting to bother her when the man and woman reached for each other and kissed. They broke apart for a few seconds, she stroked his cheek, and then they started kissing more passionately, As they started necking, I felt myself becoming aroused, and became aware that I was kneeling behind my mother, who was naked and on all fours, and that my hardening cock was pointed straight at her pussy and asshole.
The man reached under the woman's skirt, and my mother leaned forward a little bit, as if to get a better view, and her genitalia were even more exposed to my view. I reached out and gently gripped her hips with both hands, as if to lean forward myself, and she didn't object or seem to mind in any way. I leaned forward a bit more, slowly, carefully, not wanting to do anything that would alert the couple in the clearing, but also trusting that my mother wanted to remain hidden as well, until the very tip of my cock touched my mother's pussy.
I felt that sort of spark again, and I think that my mother did too, because I could feel her gasp, but she did so silently, and did not try to draw away or push me away. I could feel the warmth of her core as if my cock were a thermometer. I very slowly moved my hips forward and felt my cockhead slide forward along her wet slit, between her lips, and then slowly drew my hips back. I did this a few times, then my mother closed her thighs around my cock. I was held firmly between her thighs, and could feel her wet pussy along the top of my cock. She held still for a few seconds, then started moving her hips back and forth. That made her thighs slide together and against my cock. I enjoyed this for a little while, as we both watched the man with his hand busy inside the woman's panties, and then she raised her hips up and shucked her panties off, displaying her dark-thatched cunt before her lover started fingering her again. Mom's thighs loosened and I decided to make my big move.
I pulled back a little, then grasped my cock at the base and directed it between the lips of Mom's cunt again. I rubbed the head up and down between the lips, like a short tongue, and felt Mom move her pelvis in counterpoint. I then moved the head to the entrance of her vagina and rested it there. I wanted to savor the moment, but without warning Mom moved her hips back and impaled herself on my cock.
Mom's pussy was so tight, so hot, and so wet that I was in shock from the swift penetration and I let out a little gasp. The man in the clearing looked up, and I quickly bent down so that I was leaning my upper body on my mom's back, my cock still buried in her cunt as far as it would go. Mom started to tighten and release her pussy rhythmically, as if trying to get more noises out of me, but the man wasn't looking in our direction, and soon his lover grabbed the front of his pants. I couldn't hear all of what she said, but the last two words were definitely "--fuck me", and she accompanied her words with unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. He pushed his pants and underwear down and, grasping his cock, she pulled him down to her. He mounted and penetrated her and they started moving against each other, uttering those wordless and unashamed sounds that people make when they're alone and making love.
Mom and I didn't have that luxury, but with the unsuspecting subjects of our voyeurism otherwise occupied, we could start moving again. I straightened up a little and started pumping my cock in and out of my mother, and she threw her hips back at me so that, if the couple in the clearing had been still and silent, they might have heard the gentle sound of my hips slapping against her ass and the squishy sound of my cock going in and out of my mother's very wet cunt. We could control our vocal sounds, and anyway we were both turned on by the grunts and groans of the man and his young lover. We started to pick up speed just as they did, and I was starting to feel the stirrings of another orgasm when the young woman cried out, "Oh, Daddy, fuck me!"
Mom and I both froze as they cried out their mutual orgasm. I could feel Mom tighten her cunt muscles again, as if she were suppressing my orgasm that way. I couldn't believe my ears. What were the odds of us seeing another incestuous couple while Mom and I were having sexual intercourse for the first time, especially seeing as how my college girlfriend was also having sex with her father and mother? We remained still for a while, Mom giving my cock an occasional squeeze with her cunt, until the young woman started sucking the cum and her own cunt juice off of her father's cock, bringing it back to full erection. Mo mother moved forward a little, off of my cock, and getting a handful of the lotion, started coating my cock with it again. I felt a little disappointed, since I'd been hoping to come in my mother, but I wasn't exactly complaining, especially since the first time had been so good. Then my mother squeezed out another dollop of lotion and started applying it to her asshole, and I realized what she really had in mind.
I bent over her and whispered, as softly as I could, "Mom? I thought that that stuff was 'for external use only'?"
She shrugged. "I lied," she said.
I stifled a laugh. I guess that that was obvious, given that my cock was covered in the stuff when I had started fucking her, but still. She grasped my cock and directed the head to her little puckered hole, and started backing up very slowly. If staying quiet before had been an effort, this time it was almost torture, as I saw my mother grit her teeth against the initial pain of penetration and I felt my cockhead pop into the tightest hole that it had ever been in, but somehow we managed, her anus relaxed, and we could start fucking again, with Mom stroking her clit as I pumped slowly in and out of her rectum. The young lady was straddling her father and riding him hard, and when she started crying out, "Oh Daddy, Oh Daddy", it didn't startle us, but instead spurred us onward. I could feel my mother's anus clench around the base of my cock as the other incestuous couple's cries rang across the clearing, and I shot my seed deep within my mother.
***
My mother and I washed ourselves off in a stream on the way back to our campsite, but we didn't put our clothes on until we decamped two days later. We made love in a variety of ways over the next couple of days. The weather was warm enough that we skipped the tent entirely and lay on sleeping bags under a moonless, clear sky. We looked in the stars and talked about miscellaneous and sundry things until suddenly, apropos of nothing, my mother pulled me on top of her and wrapped her legs around me. She was already wet, and I was hard and inside of her in no time. It was just a straight missionary-position fuck, nothing fancy at all, but the unplanned "quickie" nature of it was its own turnon, and as my mother arched in orgasm under me, I swear, I could see the stars in her eyes.
We woke up the next morning and tumbled out of the sleeping bag. I needed to pee and went off to one side of the clearing, but Mom followed me. I looked at her apologetically and said, "I need to pee."
She smiled brightly and looked at my piss hard-on. "Me too," she said. She stood behind me and held my cock, laughing as she directed the stream all over the place. "I can feel it rushing along the bottom of your cock", she observed. Then it was her turn; I was curious because I'd never seen a woman pee. As she squatted, I said, "You know, you can stand up and do that--I read it somewhere on the internet." She stood up and now it was my turn to laugh as, after several false starts, she got a nice little arc going by spreading her legs and pullling the top of her cunt up.
She wiped herself off and then, after I'd gotten a pot of water going for coffee, she pulled me back down to the sleeping bag and started fondling me. I was hard in no time and this time she was on top, straddling me and carefully inserting my cock in her before rocking her hips and letting me suck on her tits the way that I'd sucked on Laura's mother's, back in school. Somewhere in the middle I had a thought, and pulling my mother close, I whispered in her ear, "What if those two from yesterday are watching us the way that we watched them?"
Mom giggled and said, "I don't think that they were outfitted for camping, John."
"But maybe they loved it so much that they came back today for more, and decided to go for a little walk afterward, and now they're watching us, and he's kneeling behind her with her skirt pushed up and her panties pulled down, and he's sticking his hard cock in his daughter's cunt!"
She started thrusting her hips again and moaned theatrically, "Oh baby, fuck your mother's cunt!"
I said back, just as loudly, "Oh mommy, your pussy feels so tight!"
We were both trying not to laugh out loud, at least at first, but soon we started to get off on the idea of fucking with a hidden audience, and soon I was bucking under my mother, yelling "Oh Mom" over and over while she sat up on me, her eyes squeezed shut while she shuddered in the grip of an intense climax. Later that day, we went to the other clearing, and even though it was abandoned we were still thrilled by the thought that someone else might come to visit it for a picnic. Soon my mom was on her knees, sucking my cock. She was an exceptional cocksucker and would look up once in a while with a coy look in her eyes as my cockshaft slid in and out of her lips. I came hard, and after I'd recovered, it was her turn to stand while I kneeled in front of her and licked and sucked her clit as I fingerfucked her. Mom hadn't minded the taste of her own cunt on my cock, and I can't say that I minded tasting my own cum in Mom's cunt; in fact, it excited me to remember Laura's dad licking my cum out of his wife's cunt, and I was excited enough to get hard again and screw Mom doggy-style, in the middle of the clearing. It took me a long time to come, since I'd come so often in the last two days, but that was OK with me; as far as I was concerned, I wouldn't have minded staying in my mother's cunt forever, and I don't think that she minded either.
***
I was silent during most of the trip back home. We were both pretty tired, from all the hiking and screwing and so forth, but I also had something on my mind. Finally, I spoke up. "Mom, can I ask you something?"
She smiled and said, "Go ahead", giving me a little squeeze on the thigh, as if she'd been expecting it. Some times I'm certain that my mother is so good at what she does because she's a mind-reader.
"Mom... don't take this the wrong way, but doesn't it seem a little unlikely that we'd run across another incestuous couple just as we were starting to do the same?"
She was silent for a long time, and I thought that I'd managed to offend her somehow, until she finally cleared her throat. "You know that I have a high standard of professional ethics, right?"
I didn't know where she was going with this. "Um, yeah?"
"So, if one of my clients told me that he was having a sexual relationship with his adult daughter, and mentioned that there was a special place that they both went, where no one was likely to see them, it still might be entirely coincidental if I happened to take my own son to a place that was very nearby, right?"
I thought for a minute, especially about how easily Mom had navigated the winding trails. "Yeah, sure."
"I mean, he is a former client and all..."
I shrugged. "What he--they--don't know won't hurt them."
She seemed relieved. "How did you feel about going nude all weekend?"
"It was great! We should go to a nude beach or resort sometime together!"
She grinned. "I've heard of such a place not too far from here. I heard about it from the ex-client, as a matter of fact. It's what you might call... a family place."
I raised my eyebrows. I thought about mother and I coming across the man and his daughter, all of us naked and maybe looking for something to do besides doubles at badminton.
"I was going to take you to one of those places for your third task, but you know, you don't really have to do that--it was a sucker bet, after all."
I looked at her and smiled. "Oh yes I do, Mom, oh yes I do!"
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