My son takes me on an ATV ride, I’m Katherine Holman. My son Brad wanted to take a long ATV ride and camp out overnight, so we are riding the pipeline in southeast Missouri to a remote campground near Van Buren MO. We ride the gas & power lines which are great trails. We have to connect to some county roads once in a while.
We’ve been on these 4 wheelers for 6 hours and my 49 year old body is worn out. I’ve been watching my son’s shirtless back all day and I’m dusty and ready for a shower.
“How much further!” I yell for the hundredth time pulling up next to Brad.
Chuckling, Brad responds; “we’re there. We take this county road about a ½ mile.”
“We need to hurry, I have to pee and I need a shower. It also looks like rain’s coming.” I say looking to the west.
“Yeah, OK.” Brad says taking off.
Pulling into the campground I’m quite disappointed. It consists only of a large open grass area with a small restroom facility. This is definitely a roughing it campground.
“There’s the bathroom and the showers are on the side of the building” Brad says, pointing to the outside of the building where there are a couple of shower heads.
“The showers are outside Brad, did you know that?” I yelled at him, none too pleased.
“Yeah, they are mainly for washing off, kinda like at the beach. Just wear your shorts.”
“I didn’t bring any shorts, it’s the middle of April you goof ball.”
Brad’s smirks a little. “Well I won’t look; I’m going to go up to the far side on that hill and start camp. Take your time!” he yells over the motor, and drives off.
Watching Brad ride off leaving me frustrated, I feel like so many of his girlfriends over the years that left our house crying or mad. I would ask Brad what was wrong with her and I would never get a straight answer from him. It was always “Oh she can’t take a joke, or she doesn’t have a sense of humor.” He was never upset about it, there was always another girl in the wings.
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I am so proud of Brad. He is the Alpha male in any group, and always a respectful son. Outside the house he was a rounder. Partying and generally raising hell.
Brad is a surveyor and just moved out of the house last year. I don’t get to spend much time with him anymore. He asked me on this trip and I jumped on it without thinking about how hard it was going to be.
As I stand in the campground looking around, there’s not a soul here. I know we are a few miles from the nearest country store as well. Getting up my nerve, I pee and start stripping in the restroom and wrap my towel around me. Looking down I just remembered my bald coochie. I still wax regularly. I don’t know why though, I haven’t had sex in a year.
Heading to the shower I prolong the inevitable by getting the water just… right. Looking at Brad, he is at least 200 yards away and working on putting the tent up. I finally throw the towel to the side and stand under the water with my back to Brad soaking my left side, trying to conceal as much as possible.
God! My ass feels like a giant flashing neon sign..
I quickly realize it’s going to take a lot of turning and rubbing. The combination of dirt and weak water pressure is creating quite a task. It takes forever to soak my long black hair. Well, black and gray now and not as long as I liked. Age has forced me to cut it shoulder length, but I’m still proud of it.
Tilting my head over is not getting the job done and I finally face the wall and bend into the water. I’ve always been well aware of my large breasts however with them exposed in broad daylight, they have gained immense proportions in my mind.
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This is quite unnerving. Stark naked in a public park is not remotely in my personality.
All I can think about is if someone turned into the campground there is no way I could hide before they would see me.
I can feel my hair is thoroughly soaked as I smooth it down pushing the water out. I turn my back to the wall and tilt my head back under the water, my right side facing Brad.
God what a sight I probably am, outlined like this. Maybe he won’t look, he’s pretty busy. Yeah right, he’s a guy and he’s Brad. He’s looking.
I try not to rub my body, but shit! That’s what you do in a shower. I had parked the 4 wheeler directly in front of the line of sight to camp but I don’t know if it blocked any of the view or not.
To hell with it, maybe he can’t see from my waist down anyway.
With my humiliation complete and this drizzling shower, I start rubbing with the bar of soap trying to look workman like and not Bo Derek. I wash my arms and run my hands over my breasts quickly, down my legs and back up. Fully soaped, I turn rapidly letting the water hit all sides as I rub briskly.
I have no idea what Brad is probably thinking if he’s looking at me. I remember my dad used to say I was built like a brick shithouse when I was growing up. I was always confused whether this was a compliment.
Todays’ girls are called thick, at least that’s what Brad and his buddies called girls they went to school with, that were similar in appearance to me.
My breasts are very well rounded, with little age showing. My light brown and large meaty nipples point down a little but they always have. I am proud of my body today, aging has been kind to me.
My entire life I have been self- conscious of my appearance. A 5’2″ frame with 44 DD breasts and nice thick athletic legs that lead to a very generous and proportionately sized rear end, have always caused overt stares that to this day, cause me to blush.
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Although wrinkles are appearing on my face, it doesn’t matter. Guys have never invested much time in it. I consider myself pretty, apply make- up and keep my hair attractive to no avail. Men being men, are still drawn to my tits and ass.
With all the soap off and feeling clean, I don’t waste time trying to dry off. Slipping my t-shirt and flip flops on, I realize I’m going to be riding to camp bare assed. This ought to be interesting.
Dismounting gracefully as possible, I take care and not let my shirt expose me.
Whew!! That felt good.” I comment trying to make light of the awkward shower scene.
“I bet!” Brad says without turning around, trying to finalize the tent.
“I’m going to go down and shower before it starts raining. Why don’t you make us something to eat.”
“OK’ just sandwiches I guess.”
“Yeah that cool.”
Busying myself making sandwiches I realize how freeing it feels moving around outside almost naked. Quite risqué for me, I’m starting to enjoy the naughtiness of it.
Squatting at the cooler, my shirt rides up over my ass and I know my pussy could be seen if anyone were here. I stay squatted in front of the cooler using it for a table when I could have stood up. It feels wickedly kinky with my pussy flexed open catching a breeze.
Looking down the hill I see Brad under the shower and as he turns I can see his cock sticking straight out.
He’s either got a half hard on or he inherited my breasts gene.
This is the first time I’ve ever seen him naked as an adult. We aren’t one of those “free” families in the house. We close the doors.
I know for a fact Brad ogled me now, because I keep glancing uncontrollably at him.
Shit, he saw everything. Probably even saw my bald coochie.
His dick is really sticking out. I wonder if it’s like those car mirrors, objects in mirror are closer than they appear. I think giggling.
I discretely run my finger to my middle aged pussy, knowing it’s going to be wet. My compression pants created a camel toe that teased me all day.
Fingering my pussy while I watch my son shower. I’m so drenched. My god what a perv I am.
Seeing that Brad is finishing up I quickly suck my finger clean and start moving the cooler inside the tent, trying to look busy when he arrives.
Brad’s s built like a brick shit house, just like me. He’s 5’11” about 220 and all muscle. Broad shoulders and chest. He never lifted weights and didn’t need to. His muscles are natural and he has always known how to use them.
“We better move inside” Brad says, getting off as the rain drops start falling.
“Yeah that ‘s what I was thinking.”
“Let me show you a trick” Brad says and proceeds to take off our 4 wheeler seats and take them in the tent.
“They make decent seats and pillows.”
“Good idea” I comment, looking at the seat on the ground trying to figure out how I was going to navigate it with my sleep shirt. I finally sit on it sideways and stick my legs straight out and cross them at the ankles, pulling my shirt down.
Chuckling, Brad comments quietly, “I’ve already seen most everything mom.”
“You looked! you little perv.” I said covering my red face. “That’s so embarrassing!”
“You looked too” brad says.
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“I did not!” But not very convincing and Brad lets it go.
“I only brought those compression pants and I don’t wear panties with them.” I offer as an excuse to the situation.
Brad pops us some beers, saying at the same time “I tell you what, let’s just get a little drunk and forget it,” he says handing me a beer and pulling a bottle of jack out of the cooler.
“Sounds good to me,” Isay looking for any distraction.
Brad takes a swig of jack and hands it to me.
“Here, this will wipe your hard drive.”
“What?” I say ,not understanding as I take the bottle.
Brad smiles a little, “it will take your mind off it,” he explains.
“Oh, now I get it,” taking a little swig.
“I can’t remember the last time I drank this stuff.”
“Take another one. The first one just greases the skids.”
“Never mind just take another drink” Brad says.
I take a bigger drink; it didn’t burn as much.
We ate and drank for an hour or so and brad was right, I was feeling a lot more relaxed.
I was still trying to keep my paper- thin sleep shirt over my pussy but it was not possible at all times. Occasionally I would look down and my shirt would be outlining my breasts. My large nipples on display. Then I would tug it back down over my knees.
Up, down, up down, Jeez this is ridiculous.
At least it was dark now, I don’t think that tent lantern shows too much, I hope.
“This is fun mom, I’m glad you came.”
“Me too, but the ride today was long, I’m getting too old for this kind of riding. I am going to be so sore tomorrow. You might have to drive back up and get me,” I say only half joking.
“Yeah that was further than I expected. I’m sorry about that.”
“I’m surprised you asked me, it would probably have been more fun with your friends or some girl.”
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“Nah’ I wanted you to come along. Other girls are too high maintenance.
Man it’s really raining out there. It’s a gully washer” Brad says looking out.
“Are we ok up here?”
“Yeah on this hill and against the trees like this like this will give us some protection.”
“Want another Beer?”
“Sure why not.”
Brad’s stretched out shirtless on his side with his head propped up.
If my shirt wasn’t pulled down he could look straight into my pussy. I shake my head, Why would I think that?
Brad’s always been a command presence. Ever since he was king of the playground. He could handle any situation.
“I’m surprised you came really, I figured you had a date with some guy.”
“Hardly, I’ve about given up on men.”
“Same old reason, men are all alike, only wanting one thing.”
Brad laughs, ” well after what I saw today, I can see why.”
Blushing I smile a little. “Yeah well that’s an old problem of mine. If men only thought about other people, things would be so much better for them. Remember that Brad.”
“I don’t have that problem mom, assuming we are talking about what I think we’re talking about.”
“Yeah well that must explain why all those girls leave the house mad or crying, or why you don’t have a girl friend now.” I say smartly at him.
We sit there quietly a while and Brad pushes the bottle of jack in the center of the tent.
“OK, you want to get serious? Truth or dare and drink” Brad says matter of factly.
“What’s the drink part?”
“I don’t know, we’ll make it up as we go along, I’ll go first,” Brad says.
“G rated of course.” I smiled.
“Sure. I’ll take dare” Brad says.
“OK.. ” I said looking around trying to think of something.
“You have to swallow a whole mouthful of mustard,” I said holding it up.
“Cool” Brad says nonchalantly holding his hand out.
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“No way.”, I get to squirt it, hold your mouth open.”
Brad opens his mouth and I proceed to squirt it full, not giving him the least break. I finally quit and he’s trying to sit up and swallow as I laugh at him.
Brad shakes his head and downs some jack.
“Hey you’re the one that wanted to play this game!” I said laughing.
“Alright, now your turn,” Brad says sitting up fully.
“Truth or Dare” he asks.
“OK, what’s your bra size?” Brad says.
“That’s not G rated,” I groan. “You must have really gotten an eyeful when I took my shower.”
“Hey, that’s an easy question!” Brad exclaims.
“Yeah well I’m not answering that. As you can see they are huge. Trust me it’s a curse.”
“I can imagine” Brad says smirking a little. “Besides I already know. I read your tag years ago.”
“You’re a naughty boy.” I said shaking my finger at him.
“I know, it’s a curse.” He replies.
“Truth or Dare” I ask Brad quickly trying to ignore his innuendo.
I’ll take another Dare” he said confidently.
Looking around the tent, I finally say to Brad “I dare you to hold your hands in the cooler water for…. 3 minutes.”
“That’s a good one,” Brad says as he gets up and leans over the cooler plunging his hands in. “Are you counting? Look at my Pod for the time.”
“Is it starting to burn?” I ask teasing.
“Nope, I can barely feel it.” Brad responds trying to look at ease.
The three minute mark was nearing and leaning over I tickle him a little, trying to get him to jerk his hands out.
“Times up! Wow, that’s cold.” I comment while touching his hands.
Brad quickly says “I dare you to let me touch you with my hands for 1 minute.”
“That’s easy. OK”
“Close your eyes and you cant’ jump.” .
I feel both hands on the sides of my neck for a few seconds.
He then releases them and I suddenly feel them on the outsides of my thighs. I flinch as he rubs on the outside of my bare skin to the top of my thighs and then his hands went slowly under my shirt to both sides of my waist. Nothing in appropriate but I was still self conscious, my small roll of fat could be felt. His hands went smoothly over my skin allowing the temperature change to soak in.
He finally realizes I wasn’t going to balk and finishes by using the outside of his hands on my face.
“Good job, that warmed my hands up.”
“Truth” Brad says ,keeping the momentum of the game going.
“Tell me about the most embarrassing moment you can remember.” I already had this question ready.
Brad thought a little and said, “Remember you asked. I guess it would be when Ms. Petersen our neighbor checked in on me that summer you and dad went to Europe.”
Brad starts laughing a little. “I was so mad you guys wouldn’t let me stay by myself. Anyway, I was in my bedroom one night and she walked in on me.”
“What’s so embarrassing about that?”
Brad looks at me and smiles; “well I was exploring myself, so to speak,” he says laughing and taking a drink.
I just look at him; “Mrs. Petersen caught you masturbating?”
Brad just shakes his head.
“What did you do? What’d she say?” I rattled off the questions not waiting for answers.
“Well I covered up and she walked out and said excuse me.”
“Did she ever say anything else?”
“Well not then…”
“What did she say, when?”
“Nope, you said it had to be G rated, plus that’s more than one question. It’s your turn, truth or dare?” Brad says ending the discussion.
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“I’ll drink this time.” I said picking up the bottle.
“Nope, I get to pour”. Brad motions with the bottle for me to open up.
“You are not going to make this easy are you?”
“Come on chicken. ” Brad says goading me.
Placing my hands behind me on the ground, I tilt my head back and mouth open.
I can feel my shirt rise, completely exposing my pussy.
I know without looking that Brad has placed his hand between my thighs to support himself. My adrenaline kicks in and I almost raise up to quit, but Brad’s looking straight at me, so I ignore it and try not to let it get to me.
I feel Brad pouring the jack in my mouth and I let it accumulate before swallowing. I motion him with my hand to stop, but he ignores me and continues to pour. I quickly turn my head to stop the flow. This doesn’t prevent a good stream of whiskey from spilling down the front of my chest running under my shirt. I swallow quickly trying not to choke. Popping my shirt a couple of times clears some of the spilled whiskey, but most is running down my cleavage.
“Wow! I’m gonna feel that in a few minutes” I choke out and sit up. Brads’ sitting beside me with his hand still between my thighs, a mere few inches from my very swollen and wet pussy. I am dying to fidget or move but don’t want to be a prude, so I continue to sit still.
“Truth or dare!” I spout to Brad.
“You want me to say truth so you can ask about Ms. Petersen, but that’s not G rated. Your gonna change the game. Do you have the balls for that mom”? Brad says in a lower voice trying to look intimidating.
For some reason his hand between my legs is driving me crazy, it has grown exponentially in my mind.
“Well if Ms. Petersen took advantage of you I should know about it Brad. You need to tell me what happened” I ask as I stroke his arm affectionately ,trying to sound sincere.
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Brad laughs, “well it was a couple of nights later and she knocked on my door. I had avoided her for a couple of days because I was so embarrassed. She started apologizing for walking in on me the first night and that she should have knocked. Then she very calmly asked me would I like for her to do that for me.”
“No way!! I scream, “are you serious!”
“Yep” Brad says and I can see his face, he’s not lying.
“What did you do”?
“what do you think I did”? Brad asks looking at me waiting for my reply.
“You got up and ran out of the room.”
Brad just shakes his head no.
“You let her?”
“Well I said sure if she wanted to and she just reached over and worked my pants down before I could think too much about it. She started jacking me off and before long; I was hard and started cumming. She put her mouth on me and I cum in her mouth.”
“I can’t believe this. Ms. Petersen is older than me!”
“Yeah she’s 62 right now. That’s been years ago though.”
“Did she.. you know swallow?”
“Yes she did. She does every time.”
“Everytime? There have been other times?”
“Yeah, I call her my ace in the hole.” Brad says laughing.
“OH, Brad I get the feeling I don’t want to know what that means.”
“Yeah well, she’s a sure thing is what I mean.”
“Yeah I figured that.”
“I just walk next door and she knows what I’m there for.”
“OK ,OK,” I say covering my ears I’ve heard enough.
” I can’t believe Ms. Petersen abused my baby” I say jokingly, as I grabbed Brads’ upper arm squeezing it affectionately. Leaning over him, I had forgotten about his hand and that it is on the verge of becoming one with my vagina. I’m enjoying this very subtle tease.
“I think I’ll live. Truth or Dare.” Brad says.
“I’ll take a dare but be nice.”
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Brad promptly says “you have to lick a line of mayonnaise off my body.”
“Just one line?”
Brad quickly picks up the squeeze mayonnaise and begins squeezing out a line on one side of his neck, up his face, across his mouth and down his neck to his chest.
“Enough! You said one line.”
“It is one line” Brad counters.
Raising up on my knee a little to reach him, I know he is trying to push my buttons. However I can handle this one. Reaching him, I place a hand on his shoulder to steady myself and let my tongue start working hard on the mayonnaise. I am determined to make it the least desirable as possible. Long tongue strokes and very fast is my strategy. Up his jaw to his mouth my tongue works. Stepping between his legs with my knee, I am straddling his thigh. Smiling at him cocky like, I let him know he isn’t getting to me and proceed to bend over to his neck.
Brad places his hand on my hip supporting me and I continue my challenge with long tongue strokes going quick up his neck to his jaw and lick to the edge of his mouth. Backing off for a second to swallow, I catch my breath.
As I look at the gob of mayonnaise on his mouth, I steel my nerves and go in for the kill. A couple of gentle swabs at his lips and then one big lick through his lips. Brad suddenly pushes his tongue out with a dab on the end. Without pausing I quickly envelope his tongue with my lips and suck it off.
Sitting up I raise my hands and exaggeratedly cheer a little.
“Good job!” Brad said holding my hips a little lower than necessary . I’m still straddling his thigh and a very impure desire is on me to accidentally graze it with my pussy. I have an itch that is needing scratched.
“You have mayonnaise on your chin” Brad points out.
“Oops” using my finger I swipe it off and lick my finger clean. Smirking at Brad a little.
I finally sit back over to the side of Brad in the same position I was in and Brad immediately places his hand between my thighs like it was natural for us to resume our home positions. I’m trying to gauge how close he is to my pussy. It must be an inch or less. I know a slight move by him or me, will result in an improper touch. I can tell quite conclusively that my juices are flowing considerably.
“I’m gonna have to pee soon.” I comment. 4 beers and the shots were going through me.
“You can’t go until I say you can,” Brad says. “What! you’ll have a mess to clean up then.”
Brad laughs a little; “yeah I did that to Samantha Cox one night. ”
“You didn’t let her pee?”
“Yeah we were driving around drinking on the dirt roads and she said she had to go. I told her she couldn’t until I said. I probably drove another hour and made her drink another beer. She was crying and complaining. She was always bitching about something anyway. She finally started jumping out of the truck with it moving.”
“That’s terrible Brad, that is so mean.”
“Yeah well, that’s the G version anyway.”
“You mean it’s worse?”
“Well I thought it was good, but you would probably not like it.”
“Tell me the whole story. ”
“Not until I get a story from you or a part of one.”
“You mean a dirty story?”
“Yep” Brad says.
“Oh I don’t know Brad” I say looking away embarrassed ” I would rather hear yours. I’m sure they are far more interesting. It’s your turn anyway.”
“We can keep playing later. Come on at least part of a story and then I will finish mine.” Brad pleads.
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“Give me a drink” I say asking for the bottle and taking a swig to get my nerve up.
“Okay here goes.”
Thinking a little and blushing, “I can’t believe I’m going to tell you this story. Alright, when I was a sophomore in college, before I met your father I might add; I was dating this guy, he was a senior. We had dated for only a few weeks. Anyway, a couple of my friends and their boyfriends were partying at our apartment like we usually did on the weekend. Tammy was dating this jock who was a complete jerk. He was always commenting in front of people how good she gave oral. That’s saying it nicely, you know what I mean?”
“Just use normal words mom, I have heard everything.” Brad urges.
“I’ can’t believe I am talking like this with my son! This is so wrong.” Taking another swig of courage I continue. “Ok, you asked for it. So this guy was always commenting in front of everybody how good at sucking cock Tammy was.”
“So that night he started in again, I remember exactly what he said, “You ready to suck some cock baby? Tammy just turns red in the face and doesn’t answer. He tells everybody man you guys don’t know what your missing, Tammy gives a fantastic blowjob don’t you? He looks at her trying to get her to answer him, the whole time he’s talking he playing with her tits right there in front of us. He was such a jerk.
“Jokingly, someone started in on Tammy to show us. We were drunk and laughing and pounding on the table Show us, Show us. Typical college crap. He pushed Tammy down on the floor and just pulled out his penis in front of us.”
Brad looks at me and then says, “well? What happened?”
“Nope, you got to finish your story first.” I tell Brad.
“Are you sure you want to hear everything?”
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“Yes go on Perv.”
Brad smiles, “well I told her she could only pee if she was sucking me at the same time.”
” Do you mean while she was standing In the road?! Brad you’re a sadist.”
“Probably, but it was fun.”
“Well did she do it?” My mouth and pussy were watering in a very depraved way, wanting the story.
“Alright, remember you asked.”
“We were on Tram road and going slow. She finally opened the door crying and started to just jump out she couldn’t hold it any more.”
“Anyway she got around to the front of the truck and was squatted in the road and I shoved it in her mouth.”
“How could she concentrate?”
“She didn’t have to, I did all the work. Actually it was pretty good on my end she was so grateful to be going she just let me take control of her pretty good.”
Looking at brad, my pussy is tingling. “Well, keep going” I encouraged.
“You want the full story, huh. Well I grabbed her head and used her. She was peeing and sighing and it was pretty cool really, we were both being satisfied in two completely different ways.” “Where did you … you know?”
Brad looked at me with a long pause and a stoic expression came on his face. His wrist turned and it was touching the inside of my right thigh all the way at the juncture. I was positive it would leave a burn mark.
Brad said slowly, “mom, I pushed her head all the way down on me and, I held her while I came in her mouth. Is that specific enough?”
Sputtering out the only thing I could think of I asked, “Was she still peeing?”
“Well, that’s a good question, I don’t remember. I see Samantha once in a while, I’ll ask her.” Brad says.
“Don’t do that!! That is so mean.”
“Ahh don’t worry about it, she loved it. After she quit crying she had one of the best orgasms she ever had according to what she said.”
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“What did you do to her? That’s awful. Don’t even answer.” I say.
Brad laughed. “I didn’t do anything to her. I laid her on the hood of the truck and made her masturbate. She went crazy on that pussy. Oops sorry mom too much info. ”
“So, finish your story.” Brad demands.
“Alright” I sighed. “Well we’re all just sitting there looking at this guy’s erection and he pushed her head onto him and she started sucking him while we watched.”
“cool” Brad says and I roll my eyes at him.
“What did you do mom? I notice your story is about everybody else.”
“I didn’t do anything I was a good girl.”
“Oh please, good girls are boring and over rated.”
“Really, well I’m your mother. I’m supposed to be good.”
“Come on mom you really haven’t ever done anything crazy? Like that night the rest of you just watched? I don’t believe you.”
“Your killing me! Ok Ok… I made out with my boyfriend while we watched Tammy give her blowjob.”
“Was it hot?” Brad asked.
“Yeah it was the most erotic thing I have ever witnessed. That night was. I guess by today’s standards it wasn’t that unusual though.”
“Details mom, what specifically did you do?”
“Well… we started kissing and I remember he very quickly put his hand under my shirt and pushed my bra up over my breasts and started playing with them. I stuck my hand in his pants and jacked him off until he cum, as we watched Tammy suck that guy.”
“What did the other couple do?”
“I really don’t remember, they messed around but I don’t remember anything specific.”
Brad laughed, “cool story mom. Thanks.”
“Well that’s my deep dark sexcapade!” I exclaimed as I took a big drink.
I honestly think I can hear my pussy sloshing around in my ears. If I clenched myself a few times I think I could orgasm! This is so unbelievable.
A strong gust of wind against the tent and heavy rain drew my attention to the fact I still had to pee.
Well, I still have to go pee” I said looking around for an idea.
“Come on, you can hold it. I’ll take a dare” Brad says.
I moaned, but went along with him because the storm was extremely heavy. I didn’t desire to get out in it. Being a woman, a little competition has entered my mind since I knew Brad had seen both me and Ms. Petersen naked.
“Here goes, I dare you to tell me who has the better body, me or Ms. Petersen, assuming you have seen her naked. Ms. Petersen used to be an attractive woman.”
“Yes I have” Brad says. He doesn’t hesitate. “You definitely are hotter than Ms. Petersen after what I saw today.”
Brads’ leaned in close to me with his hand still wedged between my thighs with his weight on it.
In a barely audible reply, I utter “what did you see today?”
“An unbelievable set of tits and a killer ass. I never dreamed you looked that good, I only wish I had been closer. Brad smiled a little then continued; “Truthfully I was so far away I really didn’t get a close up of anything, just your outline.”
“Well I’m sure what you are imagining is far better than the real deal.” I commented. “I’ve definitely got to pee. what do you think I should do?” I stated looking around.
“I just don’t think you’ve earned the right to go yet” he says in a very dominating voice.
I can imagine how some young teenage girl would be completely cowed under by him, because I am.
“What would I have to do?” I asked quite curious.
Brad’s hand slips up my thigh.
I’m so fucking wet, this could get embarrassing.
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His hand continues to move and he lets it rest on my stomach bulge. His other hand on my head tightening a little in my hair. Just a sense of intimidation was being conveyed.
Brad starts massaging my stomach and then starts using his fingers on me, deeper and deeper, continually moving, causing me to squirm. The sense to pee is overwhelming me.
“Please Brad, that hurts!” I say, half laughing. But he’s pushing firmly now with his palm.
What would you be willing to do?” He asks.
I went from uncomfortable to an almost uncontrollable urge to pee in a couple of seconds.
“Oh god Brad stop, Im gonna go , you’re so bad.” I whined.
He is so damn big, he could do anything he wanted to me and I couldn’t stop him even if I wanted to.
His hold on the nape of my neck is domineering and he starts randomly pushing in different places with his fingers again.
“OOHH Brad stop I’m gonna go on you, just tell me what you want!” I said, giving up.
Brad invades my space by leaning into me. His size and weight force me to fall back where my hands brace myself on the tent floor, my shirt riding up exposing my pussy. Brad applies pressure again, by jamming a finger in my stomach.
“Ok! What!! Tell me.” I pleaded half laughing and crying.
“I will let you pee, if you kiss me while your going.” Brad whispers to me.
I’m a big girl, I can deal with this.
“OK OK!! Lets hurry up and get outside.” I pulled myself up quickly out of his grasp and started getting up, I’m on a mission to pee.
Brad holds my arm tight like I’m his prisoner or something and navigates the tent flap one handed.
He wordlessly guides me as we run the few steps in the wind and rain, to the nearest 4 wheeler. He quickly spins me around, lifts me up and plops my ass roughly on the rear 4 wheeler rack. Before I can adjust anything he lifts my legs up and sets my feet on the outer rung. Out of necessity I scoot back.
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Clearly, modesty is out the window.
Rain is hitting us and my thin night shirt seems to have melted into my chest. I can feel my long nipples have become concrete hard.
Brads’ hand returns to my stomach and his fingers worm their way into my most sensitive spot. The pressure is increasing as I am just trying to orient myself to this new environment.
He is making it difficult for me by grabbing my neck and without my consent presses his lips against mine firmly enough that I can’t turn away and succumb to his kiss.
The pressure of his hand on my stomach is finally initiating my release. My stream starts and what a feeling of relief as I let it go.
The wind and rain camoflauge any noise.
I can’t help but sigh into Brad’s mouth which only encourages him to explore me with his tongue that I accept by parting my lips. Our tongues duel and our lips aren’t shy as we suck on each other. The release I feel is strangely very satisfying.
I have an overwhelming desire to watch my stream from this very erotic position and break off our kiss.
Becoming singular in the moment I look down seeing my stream flow freely in an arc.
What is happening to me? I’ve been fucked in this position many times with my knees up high on a couch or chair but have never peed like this obviously.
I know Brad’s looking as well and I don’t care.
I finally tilt my head back and look at my son as my stream continues. Our eyes are accustomed to the dark and the tent lantern gives off enough light for this indecent moment to be seen. My son is ogling me and I can see in his face and feel in my heart that very bad things are going to happen tonight.
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My stream ends and I don’t want to get up. I just sit there in that uncomfortable yet erotic position letting the rain wash me clean as I look away searching for a sane thought and hoping I don’t find one.
Every square inch of my body’s screaming for an orgasm. One I hope will be so powerful I might pass out and wake up in my bed at home, taking me away from this morbidly fascinating moment.
Carnal lust is urging me to just go back in that tent and let Brad fuck me and blame it on the alcohol and perfect alignment of the stars. Any excuse would work I am thinking.
I am perplexed. I have never harbored any thoughts such as these about Brad.
I’m his mother! I scream in my head. Yet looking down, my pussy’s still exposed and I know he’s seeing his mother’s sex. Desiring me, lusting for me. Yet I make no attempt at modesty. Allowing him to take me in.
A man I dated about a year back said my pussy was so fucking wet you could float a canoe in it. At the time I was insulted. I let him fuck me but that was the last time I saw him.
Right now his analogy is apt.
In the dark shadows I can sense my swelling, the flowing of juices can be felt. Although rain is falling, a woman knows.
Brad finally breaks our trance and looks at me saying loudly over the wind; “You know what happens now don’t you?”
Looking at him my mind is on auto pilot.
I want the games to end, the questions to end, the teasing to end! “just fuck me! that’s what you want! Just take it!!! Haven’t I complied enough, acted improper enough? What more do you want? For me to ask for it? Beg for it? Say the words out loud? Is it really necessary?
Yet the only response I can verbalize to Brad is a weak, “What?”
“You know” Brad urges.
I just look away in submission and plunge my hand to my pussy taking over my fate. Two fingers travel quickly up my hole and don’t stop until my palm presses on my clit giving the relief I need.
Brad suddenly pulls my head back and starts kissing me forcefully as I double finger myself. My orgasm was on top of me the entire time, the first few touches simply opened the door. I felt my juices flowing out and the energy flowing into Brad from my kiss. My body shivered and shook as I exhale and let muted cries pass my lips as my orgasm rolled through me. Brad places his hand over mine pressing it to my pussy as I collapse.
Tears roll down my face as Brad kisses my lips. He is ignorant of the tears, ignorant of the heaven and hell we were walking into.
He helps me off the 4 wheeler and back on the tarp entrance. I avoid eye contact as I look at the lantern light in the tent.
If I walk back in, beyond a shadow of a doubt I will be fucked by my son.
But it’s too late, my future’s clear as I step through the tent entrance.
My lust is temporarily sated by the orgasm.
Sanity and shame creep in.
I just can’t kiss and hold Brad and urge him on, encouragement just can’t be given and I know it won’t be needed. I have to keep a little piece of myself.
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Without looking back at Brad I strip off my soaked shirt and lay down on my stomach on the sleeping bag. I can tell by Brad’s movements he’s stripping his wet shorts off and exposing his cock.
A cock I do not need to see, or feel, simply a cock that needs to be satisfied. To be drained of it’s power.
I sense Brad sinking to his knees.
Not wanting any further prolonging or mind games requiring my participation, I raise my ass in the air beckoning my son.
With my head turned, resting on a 4 wheeler seat, I wait silently.
I can feel his desire. Like humidity in the summertime, enveloping me, making my breaths ragged and deep.
His hands part my inner thighs confidently forcing my stance to widen. Both of his hands on my hips told me time was near.
There was no hesitation. I feel his cock head sliding through my channel searching with absolutely no conscience. Looking for my opening and his river of life.
With my ass in the air, exposing my most private orifices to my son, Brad’s cock navigates me, impales me and finally reaches the end as he impacts my ass and rests in place.
Brad then begins his domination of me. A hand leaves my hip and grasps my breast fully. Brad lets out a moan of success as his initial pleasure hits him. His cock begins a confident movement. Thrusting and ramming me. Settling into his style. Not fast. Not slow. Just steady and forceful. His hand on my breast was there showing ownership of me. Not giving or getting pleasure from the touch.
My son isn’t shy in showing his appreciation, with manly grunts and groans in my ear. Thrusts were steady, long and hard on impact. Occasionally a searing pain shot through me as his enthusiasm is too much.
Brad continues the pace. His size, strength and youth are an unending torrent of domination, which is wearing me down.
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My position weakens as I feel myself sliding forward from the continual pounding. Brad places a strong hand in my hair pulling my head back, ensuring my participation in my own fucking.
Raising up on my hands with my head back, I give assistance to my son as he bangs me. I can feel my tits swaying . I don’t remember anyone ever using me like this. My head pulled back exposes my throat and prevents me from keeping my mouth closed. All sounds quickly begin escaping me. Each grunt and groan leaves my body, filling the tent.
He’s probably banging me like he’s done many of his girlfriends I figure. I wonder if I’m as good as they were. What does he think about me?
An idea hits me and I grab the other 4 wheeler seat near me and push it under my stomach for support. It offers immediate comfort. I can stand some more pounding now and Brad senses the resistance he is offered and puts it to me, speeding up his thrusts.
Brad is taking an interest in my nipple as he tweaks and rolls it in his meaty fingers, then pulling and lengthening on it As he bends over me placing his weight on my back,, he is giving me no mercy in his strokes.
My experience tells me he is cumming soon, as his strokes are increasing in intensity and he is keeping his cock deep in me. His breath is heavy on my neck, his grunts filling my ears.
I suddenly feel his mouth on my neck as he pulls my head to the side completely exposing it. His lips attach to me, sucking my skin in his mouth. The suction amplifies and I know he is marking me for all to see. I try to turn and move but his weight is holding me.
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“Please don’t” I beg trying to turn away but his hand in my hair prevents my escape.
Brad ignores my plea as he continues to draw my blood to the surface.
I can feel his pelvis firmly seated against my ass, holding his cock deep in me. His first shot of semen is felt.
I don’t know why, but I state the obvious; “Oh god Brad you’re coming in me” I whisper.
My hips for the first time, search for my own satisfaction as I push back wanting to feel more as he continues to shoot heavy spurts in me coating my tunnel. Brad rapidly strokes through our liquids searching for his end.
Brad finally releases my neck and head. He is using my body for recuperation as he catches his breath.
His cock is spent and resting in me. Falling to the ground, Brad is laying on me completely. I eventually elbow him over as I twist out from under him.
Brad spoons me with a hand on my breast, his wet cock easily slides between my butt checks.
Brad isn’t shy, breathing heavily into my hair as he continues to roll my thick nipple between his fingers. My son’s spunk slides down my thighs, but I’m too tired to care. The long day combined with the alcohol and the adrenaline filled night finally washes over me as I close my eyes.
We’re going to have so much fun tomorrow.” Brad whispers in my ear just before sleep overcomes me.