Part 01.2
I hear a soft knock at the door.
"Go away Tyler, I don't want to talk or see your face right now." I yell in between sobs.
"It's me, can I come in?" Jason speaks softly.
My tone changes, "Oh, uhhh...yeah. Come in."
I try to wipe the tears away as he slowly opens the door and enters my bedroom. He walks over and sits down next to me, putting his arm around my shoulders.
"It's ok mom, don't cry."
"Where's your father at?" I say, turning my head to look at him.
"I don't know, he just got into his truck and took off."
"Figures, he always leaves whenever we get into a confrontation."
Jason moves his hand to my face, wiping away the water left over from the tears. His warm and tender touch fills my heart and soul with love. Filling a void that's been missing for some time. I close my eyes and press my cheek against his firm but tender hand. Just enjoying the moment.
I cup his hand with both of my own and lower it to my lap while noticing the smudges of my makeup on his fingers. Gently squeezing it I say, "Thank you," with a big smile. He smiles back and says, "You're welcome." We gaze into each other's eyes for a moment before I stand up and compose myself.
What a mess I must look like right now.
"Well, I haven't been to CrossFit in a few days so I need to get a workout in."
"Yeah, I need to hit the gym also." He says, standing up from the bed.
"I have an idea. I have some weights in the garage that the neighbor gave me since he knew I started working out. Why don't we go get in a workout session?" I say.
"Heck ya, great Idea mom."
"Alright, let me change and I'll meet you out there in 10."
As he left the room, I shut the door and began rummaging through my clothes for some workout ones. I found my black leggings and a sports bra.
It's 98 degrees out today and with this humid Oklahoma weather, I'm going to want the least amount of clothes on as possible. Nothing wrong with a sports bra.
By the time I get out there, Jason is already pumping iron on the bench press machine. And of course, he already has his shirt off. I walk over to the stereo and turn on some tunes.
"Gotta have some music to workout to, right?" I say
"Well yah." He chuckles.
I go through my little warm-up routine first. Some jumping jacks, mountain climbers and jump squats. Getting the blood flowing and what not. After that I do my 100 rep, thirty minute legs and ab circuit. Twenty crunches, twenty squats, twenty lunges, twenty good mornings and twenty decline sit-ups. I repeat this as many times as I can in thirty minutes. While I do my circuit, Jason does his own thing with the bench and dumbbells.
Throughout it, I would catch glances from him. Seemingly staring at my ass when I was squatting or doing good mornings. Every time I would get done with a set and turn around, he would quickly turn his head from looking at me. I was soaked with sweat and exhausted once the thirty-minute timer went off.
I flop down on my back, trying to catch my breath. After a few moments, Jason walks over and stands by my head. He laughs and extends his hand out, offering to help me up. I go to grab it when my eyes catch something. Since I'm flat on my back and he's standing by my face with baggy shorts, I can see right up them.
His dick, I see his dick up his shorts. He's not wearing any boxers or anything. Who works out without any underwear?
My mind quickly shifts from wondering why he's not wearing anything under his shorts to sexual thoughts almost instantly. Just as he's about to grab my hand, I pull it away and lift my left leg straight up in the air.
"Could you stretch out my leg a little please? My hamstring is tight in this leg."
You're such a little liar. He better not catch on to what you're doing. What has gotten into you?
I was in gymnastics as a kid and have retained a good amount of my flexibility, so bringing my foot all the way to him was no problem. After all, I didn't want him to have to move. He grabs my foot and pulls it a little past him.
"Sure thing. Still as flexible as ever I see."
"I try." I say, while trying to look up his shorts without getting caught. I get a few glimpses of his trimmed region. His slick and smooth shaft hanging down the side of his leg. I already feel myself begin to moisten.
"Here, let's do this from the front." He says as he lets go of my foot and walks around to my feet.
Damn...There goes my view.
He puts my left leg over his shoulder while the other says on the ground. Then he pushes his body over me, forcing my leg back and stretching it. It's definitely an odd-looking stretch. If we were naked it would look like we were having sex. As odd as it looks though, it really does work well. He has to really push deep to get my leg to stretch but I feel the burn already.
"How's that?" He asks.
"Yeah, I definitely feel that."
"Just let me know if it's too much."
"Oh, I will." I catch myself adding a little sarcasm to my voice and make a mental note to tone it down.
After a few minutes of static holding, he begins to pulsate the stretch. Pushing down with little thrusts, stretching the leg further with each try. This technique is used to help stretch a muscle past its limit for short periods of time. With each shove, his pelvic region touches mine. I immediately feel his hardness press against my folds. Repeatedly, it bounces off me. Almost like he's trying to tease me.
"I think you might need to go just a little deeper with the leg." I say
"Ok mum."
You're so bad. What are you trying to accomplish here?
He pushes a little harder, so much that my hip rotates up a bit and comes into direct contact with his manhood. Neither of us say a word, he just continues to stretch my leg. Still pulsating off and on. His large appendage now firmly pressed to my pubic bone. Each push rubs it slightly up, then back down. Almost like he's dry humping me. As he works my leg, his penis makes its way over my clit. Still slightly shifting back and forth. The sensation drives me crazy. All I can think about is what it would be like if neither of us had clothes on. If he just took me now and here, fucking me senseless out in the garage.
Would I be able to resist? Would I want to?
"Want me to get your other leg now?" He asks.
"Yes please," I say with a smile.
He puts my left leg down, scoots over a bit and stretches my right one in the same fashion. It takes a minute or two but he eventually reaches the same point as before. His manhood grinding up and down my now wet and eager vagina. His motions become increasingly noticeable, grinding harder and faster while stretching me. The friction warms the clothes between us, getting me even more flustered.
You need to stop this before there's no turning back. Your innocent flirting won't be so innocent anymore if this goes any further.
My rational mind tries to convince my body to stop this foolishness. To stop being such a bad mother and get a hold of myself. Take control of the situation. Instead of my body listening, it revolts. Ever so slightly rotating its hips in little circles, pressing against Jason's manly cock. I can feel my moist pussy beginning to soak the crotch of my black leggings.
I want him so bad, it's almost like I can feel him inside of me.
The moment is dashed away as the garage door leading into the house swings open. My stomach jumps into my throat and my first instinct is to see Tyler standing there. Instead, it reveals Julie. One of my CrossFit friends that lives only a mile down the road. Jason quickly rolls off of me and walks away over to the weight bench. No doubt hiding his erection.
"Oh my, what's going on here?" Julie asks with a smile.
"What, what do you mean? He was just helping me stretch. He's my son for Christ's sake." I snap at her.
"Don't get your panties in a bunch. I was talking about you. It looks like you already worked out. If you remember, you said to come over today and we would do something together."
"Oh crap, I completely forgot. I'm so sorry."
"But speaking of your son, I've never had the pleasure of meeting him."
By this time, Jason already has his shirt back on and is walking over to us. "Hey, my name's Jason," He says, extending his hand out.
Julie shakes his hand, "I'm Julie."
"Nice to meet you Julie."
"The pleasure's all mine," She says, winking at him.
Julie is like half my age, smoking hot bod and one of the biggest flirts I've ever met. Leave it to her to flirt with my son right in front of me and as soon as she meets him.
"Well, I see you two are busy so I'll let you get back to it. I'll call you later Stacy and you'll have to tell me about your workout," She says smiling as she turns and walks out.
I knew exactly what she meant. What she saw wasn't exactly standard stretching. After she left, Jason and I just stood there, looking at each other. Not knowing what to say.
"Well, that was a good workout. Think I'm going to hit the shower really quick.
"Yeah, ok," He says back.
I head upstairs to take a shower, making sure to lock the door this time. Once I'm done with that and a little me time, I change into my pajamas and give Julie a call from my bedroom phone.
"Hello?" She answers.
"Hey, it's Stacy. Just wanted to give you a shout."
"Yeah you better after what I walked in on."
"Like I said, we were just stretching."
"Yeah, stretching your vagina." She says while laughing.
"Don't be gross, he's my son."
"If I had a son like that...I don't know how I'd be able to sleep in the same house as him."
"That's gross, he's my little boy.."
"He's not so little anymore, is he? I bet you felt how big he was when he was on top of you. I mean helping you stretch." She says in a sarcastic voice.
"Not all of us are as perverted as you are."
"Just saying, If I had that hunk of a man running around shirtless in my house. We would be doing a different kind of workout.
"You're impossible."
She laughs, "So are you all still going on that family hiking or camping trip or what not?
"Tyler has to work, again. What's new? So probably not."
"Why don't you and Jason just go?"
"Hrmm, not a bad idea. I didn't think of that."
"Maybe some alone time will spark a few flames, if you catch my drift."
"Oh my god. I gotta get going anyway. I'll talk to you later."
"Later lover." She says before hanging up the phone.
She's always such a dirty person but she's a blast to hang around. I started to think maybe we could still take the camping trip. Why should I let Tyler ruin our plans? We could still have a good time.
I went down stairs and watched television with Jason. Tyler came home about an hour later and joined us for a bit before going to bed. I stayed up a few more hours with Jason then we all went to bed for the night.
I wake up to the sound of Tyler's truck pulling out of the driveway. I look over at the alarm clock, 7:45am.
Nice of him to even tell me goodbye...
I get out of bed and walk straight over to Jason's room before knocking loudly on his door with my fist.
"Yeah, come in." He says, almost in a faint sleepy voice.
I open the door and take a few steps inside. "Okay, your father may not want to go camping but I don't see why that should stop us from going. Can't break tradition, right?"
His eyes light up as he jumps out of bed, tossing his comforter to the side. "You serious?"
"Yeah, why not. We can still go have fun."
"When?"
"Right now, pack up some clothes. We've already got all the camping gear packed up in the garage and ready to go."
"This is awesome, let's do it." He says with excitement.
We pack up some clothes, food and a few other essentials we will need along with the camping gear into the car. I left a note on the table that read, "Decided to go camping with our son. Have fun at work."
We left around 10am. It's a six-hour drive but we took turns driving so it's not so bad. It was a little awkward being alone in the car with him for that long after the events that transpired over the weekend. I tried to block it all out and enjoy the ride. We arrived at our destination a little after 4pm. We unpacked our gear, locked the car and got ready for our hike.
Jason straps on his backpack which contains the bulk of the supplies. The tent, his sleeping bag, the food and a few other essentials. I strap on mine which only contains my sleeping bag, both of our extra clothes and some thermal blankets in case it gets cold.
Up the trail we go. This is normally a 3-day excursion for the family. One day hike, one day at our camping spot and one day back down. We started a little late today but we should still make it by dark if we huff it.
During the hike, we only took a few small breaks, trying to make the most of our daylight. We get to the campground just as the sun is setting. We quickly set up the tent and gather what we can for wood before it's too dark to see. We light up a fire and roast some hotdogs for dinner while telling a few ghost stories, one of our family camping rituals. Exhausted from the hike, we decided to go to bed shortly after. I slept like a rock.
The next day we basically spent the entire time at the lake with the few other people who were camping around the area. Someone pushed a picnic table into the water and it was floating offshore. We used it as a diving board all day, jumping off and sitting on it. Couldn't have asked for a more beautiful day.
That night a family invited us over to their tent to roast marshmallows and hang out. Their daughter Lacey looked to be about Jason's age. I would catch her flirting with him, playfully shoving his arm every time she laughed at his jokes. Feeling his muscles and whispering in his ear. I don't know why but it was ticking me off. She even did the whole, bend over in front of him ploy. Acting like she was picking up something while her skimpy swimsuit bottom rode right up her ass crack, a foot from his face.
This little floozy, trying to get into my son's pants. Who does she think she is?
As the night went on, I found myself becoming increasingly annoyed with her. It was hard for me to even focus on the conversations at hand. All I could concentrate on was the little tramp trying to seduce my son.
"Well, it's getting late and we have a big hike back tomorrow so we should probably get going." I say while standing up.
"Awww, are you sure you guys have to leave? Can't you stay a little longer?" Lacey says.
"Afraid not." I say.
She pushes out her bottom lip and makes a pouting face. "Pleeeeeease."
"This old woman needs her rest. You younglings can stay up if you want. I'll see you back at our camping spot later Jason."
"I better get going too. Mom's right, it's a long hike tomorrow." Jason says to Lacey.
I'm a little shocked but delighted at the same time. Jason chose to walk with his mom back to the tent, I raised one heck of a good kid. It's pitch black out, but we make it. Good thing their camping spot is close to ours. We get into the tent, each of us in our sleeping bags and call it a night.
I'm trying to fall asleep but there's something I just have to get off my chest. For some reason, it's bugging the crap out of me.
"Are you sleeping yet?" I whisper, trying not to wake him if he is.
"No, what's up."
"I don't want to sound like an overbearing mom or snoop around in your business but..."
"But what?"
"Is Lacey the kind of girl you go after?"
"What do you mean?"
"Oh come on, she was flaunting everything she had at you. Probably would have done you right then and there if her parents weren't around."
Jason let out a long laugh, "I think you're exaggerating a bit, she wasn't that bad."
"She practically shoved her ass in your face at one point."
"I'll give you that, she did bend over right in front of my face."
"See..."
"It was a nice ass though."
"JASON..." I yell in a stern tone.
He laughs, "I'm only kidding. Why are you getting so worked up over it?"
"I'm not, I just don't want to see my boy get seduced by some hooker."
"I highly doubt she's a hooker. Although come to think of it, she did ask me how much cash I had on me."
"Are you serious?"
He laughs again, "You're too easy."
I laugh along with him. I guess I am being a little over protective. I'm not sure why either. I haven't been like this around him before. Certainly, I'm not jealous or anything like that.
"Well good night," I say.
"Good night mom, love ya."
"Love you too son."
The next morning, we woke up early for one last swim in the lake. An hour turns into two which turns into three and before I knew it, we spent most of the day swimming and just enjoying the day. I notice the sun and figure it's got to be about 3pm already.
"We better get a move on if we want to make it to the car before dark." I say.
He nods his head and we pack up our clothes, what's left of our food and our tent into our two separate backpacks. As Jason straps his on I ask, "Do you want to take one more hike up to our family viewing area before we leave?"
"Yeah, sure."
This is where we would go as a family to just relax and talk. It's only about a five minute hike up this hill. At the top there's a wide-open area where you can see clear over the lake and woods. It's a beautiful sight.
"You can just leave your bag next to mine, we won't be gone long," I say.
"That's okay. I already have it strapped on. No biggy." Jason says while tugging at his backpack.
We hike up the hill and spend a few minutes at the top. Looking over the lake, the water is like a sheet of glass. Not one ripple to be seen. The tree tops as still as a statue, not a breeze to be felt. Off in the distance we see a wave of black and purple clouds rolling through the sky.
"We should get a move on, those clouds don't look friendly." I say.
"Yeah, let's go."
We hike back down to the campsite. Looking around I can't seem to find my backpack anywhere. We look for a good ten minutes but it's nowhere to be found.
"I can't believe someone stole my backpack. That had my sleeping bag and both of our extra clothes."
"Are you sure you just didn't put it somewhere else?"
"I left it right here," I say, pointing at the ground. "Someone stole it."
"Well, we're not going to get it back now. Let's just get going before we get caught in some bad weather."
Jason's right, we needed to get a move on. The first hour of the hike, I was pretty pissed that someone would just take my backpack. We were gone for fifteen minutes. Some people are just assholes. Jason was cracking some jokes halfway into our hike and it was taking my mind off of the thief. He knew how to cheer his mom up. Until the rain drops started to fall.
"Crap, did you feel that?" I say.
"Yeah, it's just a bit of rain though. We should be fine. Just a few more hours left."
"It's getting really cold though. I'm starting to shiver and we have no more clothes to put on."
"Should we stop and put up the tent?" He asks
I think for a second. "No, let's just power through it. I can handle it until we get to the car"
As time went on, the weather became worse. The wind picked up tremendously, blowing the rain so hard that it stung my skin on contact. The clouds covered what daylight was left, leaving it increasingly hard to see . Flashes of lightning light up the sky in the distance.
"We're going to have to set up camp. It's too dangerous to continue on." Jason yells back at me.
"I agree, let's put up the tent."
We quickly help each other set up the tent, which is no easy task in the middle of a storm. Once completed, we get inside and unpack the rest of his bag. The sleeping bag has a waterproof cover, so that's literally the only thing dry. Both of us stand in the middle of a wet tent, shivering.
"How the hell did it get so cold out. I'm freezing," I say while wrapping my arms around my wet, shivering body.
"Ok...all of our clothes, your sleeping bag and thermal blankets were in your bag so we have none of that. All we have is this one sleeping bag. You're going to need to take off those wet clothes and get in it to warm up. If you don't, you run the risk of hypothermia," He says.
"What about you?"
"Don't worry about me, I'm fine."
"Turn around, don't look." I say back
He's right, I don't want to get hypothermia. Jason turns around while I strip down naked and climb into the sleeping bag. It feels so warm compared to my wet clothes but I'm still cold. I look over at him and notice he's shivering as well.
"You need to get warm too. If you get in here, our body heat should keep us warm. Don't worry, I won't look. Just climb in behind me." I urged him.
At this point I honestly didn't care as I didn't want either of us to catch hyperthermia. The only thing on my mind was our safety.
"Are you sure?"
"Do you want to get hyperthermia? I would rather be in an awkward situation than have to rush my son to the hospital."
I turn over in the sleeping back so my back is facing him. I hear him take off his clothes as they fall to the tent floor with a loud thud. He climbs in the sleeping bag behind me and zips it up. It's a rather large one but with two people, it feels small. His naked body pressed up against my back and ass. Both of us lay and shiver together.
"Here," He says, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me in close to him. "This should help keep in the body heat."
He's right, I'm starting to feel warmer already. His body heat is really helping. Our bodies stop shivering after a bit but that's when the realization starts to set in. I was so cold that my mind didn't really process the fact that I'm in a sleeping bag naked, with my also naked son.
As I think about it more, I notice something hard pressed to my ass cheek. Every time he fidgets and squirms, he pushes it harder to me. It can only be one thing. The more I think about it being so close to me, the more sexual thoughts cross my mind. Nothing between his manhood and my womanhood. All he has to do is move a few inches lower and a hair to the right and he would be in line.
The storm should pass soon. Just hold still, keep warm and you'll make it out of here without doing anything you regret.
The more he moves around the more he turns me on. Every movement is making me wetter and wetter, in a good way this time. If he keeps it up, he'll end up accidentally slipping that thing in. Heck, maybe he's doing it on purpose.
"You're moving around an awful lot," I say.
"Sorry, just trying to stay warm."
"Yeah, maybe if all your blood wasn't in...." I stop myself mid-sentence.
Why would you even say that? Good job making the situation even more uncomfortable.
"I'm sorry. I can't help it." He says.
"I know, you're a man. Any sight of a remotely decent looking woman turns you guys on."
"Not true."
"Oh please, you could be laying here with a sack of potatoes and probably still get it up."
"I'm lying naked in a sleeping bag with one of the most beautiful women I've ever met. What do you expect?"
"Oh please.... Give me a break. I'm sure you would much rather be next to someone like that Lacey girl."
"Not even a little bit. If I had to choose anyone to be naked with, in the freezing cold storm, huddled up and sharing a sleeping bag. It would be you."
We both chuckle.
"Let's try and get some sleep. I don't see any sign of this storm letting up," I say.
I try to close my eyes and rest but every time I do, I picture his large dick pressed up against me. I wonder how good it would feel if he just slipped it inside of me. There's no way I'm getting any sleep with that thing prodding my body.
"Ok, you're going to have to do something about your...ummm... package. I can't fall asleep."
"What do you want me to do? If you want me to keep you warm I have to lie like this."
"I don't know, go ahead and relieve yourself."
"You want me to jack off?"
"Whatever you have to do. I won't look or anything but I can't sleep with that thing poking me."
There's a long awkward silence before a bit of shuffling on his part while he slightly rolls over a bit. There's not enough room for him to lay completely on his back so he's still somewhat on his side. His hand on his dick, slightly over my hip. He starts slowly as first, barely moving his hand back and forth.
"You don't have to be discreet, I told you to do it. Just hurry up so we can get some sleep."
He picks up the pace, stroking himself faster. Every motion that passes, brushes against my hip bone and soft skin. I move my hand between my legs and discreetly play with myself while he pumps away.
Oh my god, this is so hot. I'm such a bad girl.
It's not long before I hear a slight moan from Jason as liquid repeatedly squirts over my hip and trickles down my inner thigh. The warm cum making its way down and between my legs as I continue to masturbate. As it gets close to my hand I scoop some of it up and use it as lubricant for myself, not that I really needed any.
"I'm so sorry, I just..." He says as I interrupt him.
"It's fine, don't worry about it. I'll wipe it off. Let's just get some sleep now please."
He shuffles himself back in place and wraps his arm around me. I stop moving my hand since now he will surely notice. His slippery cock slides between my ass cheeks, shriveling in size with each second. I want to finish myself off but don't want him to notice. I wait patiently until he falls asleep. About 15 minutes later, I hear his breathing change. A signal that he's most likely asleep.
"Jason," I say in a whisper. Hoping not to get a response back.
Silence...
Perfect.
I continue where I left off, moving my fingers around gradually so as not to wake him. I still feel his sticky sperm on top of my hip and this drizzle down my thigh. I notice his hand hanging down in front of me, just inches from my breast. I move my other hand and place it on the back of his, pushing it to my chest. I give it a tiny squeeze, imagining him doing it all on his own. I hold it there while continuing to pleasure myself. It's not long before something starts to harden against my ass once again. I quickly release his hand and freeze in place.
Shit, he's waking up...
"Jason. You awake?" I whisper.
Silence...
He must be getting hard in his sleep.
His dick increasingly becomes harder, working its way between my ass crack. Like it's cold and also trying to find warmth. Involuntarily my hips and ass sway, slowly massaging his rod. I place my hand back over his and to my breast once more.
Just do it, slide that thick beast inside of you. Nice and easy, he won't even know. Maybe just the tip.
I scoot myself up a tad, letting his hardness slide down my ass. I open my legs a bit, enough for my fingers to reach back between them and guide his shaft to my opening. As soon as my fingers touch his hard, swollen mushroom head, I know there's no turning back. I guide it to my dripping wet tunnel. With the amount of lubrication I'm creating, I know it'll slide in without issue.
This has got to be the horniest I've ever been in my life.
I edge my butt back as his head slowly pushes past my folds. I take in an inch before stopping myself and bite my lip. I pull away then push back again, slowly fucking the head of his cock while still playing with myself and massaging by breast with his hand. Little by little with each push of my hips, I take in more. My void becoming fuller with each pass.
"Mmmmm, fuck mommy good." I whisper under my breath.
Damn this is hot. As wrong as it is, it's what I've been craving. A craving that only he could satisfy.
Suddenly, his hand squeezes my tit on its own. My body completely freezes once again. His hand releases and squeezes a few more times. His hips also begin to move, slipping his shaft further into me. I gasp under my breath as he fully enters my aching pussy. I move my hand from between my legs and over my body to his hip. He pulls himself out of me, then thrusts his hips a little harder, ramming deep while pulling my body tight to his chest. His fingers pinch and twist my nipple. I slide my hand further back, cupping his ass and pulling him into me with each motion.
"Your body is so fucking sexy," He whispers while nibbling my earlobe.
I can barely think as all my brain power is purely focused on his massive cock being inserted into me time and time again. Ever heard of the term "Being fucked dumb". That's exactly what it felt like. My mind only able to focus on him fucking me. What did catch my attention though, is what he said next. Something I wasn't sure how to react to.
"How does your son's cock feel?"
Good baby, it feels so damn good... I want to blurt out. I don't know if I should though. As real as this moment is, that would be the icing on the cake. Solidifying that my son is fucking me from behind at this very moment and I'm enjoying every damn second of it. That I want him to go harder and faster. Fill me up with everything he has to offer.
My mouth remains silent but my body continues its rhythm...until he stops thrusting. We both lie still for a moment. The only sound is our heavy breathing and the rain pouring down onto the tent. I begin to wonder why he stopped, what might have been wrong.
I don't think he came yet, did he?
"Do you want me to continue?" He asks.
With my hand still on his buttocks, I pull it into me, giving him the signal that I do.
"No, I want to hear you say it." He demands.
"Yes." I whisper
"Yes what? What do you want me to do?"
I see what he's doing. He's trying to get me to talk dirty. I wonder if he heard me earlier when I was whispering about him fucking mommy. Maybe he was awake that whole time.
"Yes, I want you to fuck me." I say. He starts his thrusts once again, sliding in and out but at a slow and easy pace.
"Want me to fuck you harder?"
"Yes?" I say, almost in a question.
"Yes, what?
"Yes, fuck me harder." I say more boldly.
He has me like putty in his hands. I would probably do anything he asks at this moment. He drives his hips into me with more force, creating a slapping sound with every impact. I don't know how much more I can take before I climax. Based on his breathing and the way he's driving his meat into me, he's going to burst any moment also.
"Oh fuck mom, I'm need to pull out. I'm going to cum."
I'm on the brink of an orgasm myself, no way I'm not going to finish this time.
"It's ok baby, keep going."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I want you to cum inside of me." I say, almost pleading to me at this point
"Ohhhhhhh FUCK." He yells as his warm sperm shoots inside of me, rope after rope.
"Yesssss baby, cum inside of Mommy." I scream, pushing my ass back hard into him.
I don't care how naughty I sound. In fact, I kind of like it. He grabs my exposed hip and pulls me into his final few thrusts, releasing the rest of his seed. My orgasm rolls over me like a tidal wave, washing pleasure though my body. It's the most intense climax of my life and I don't want it to end. After a few brief moments of insane satisfaction, it gradually fades. Still spooning, we listen to the rain beat down on the tent.
His cocks shrivels once again and works its way out of my now soaked and creampied pussy. His cum leaks down my inner thighs onto the inside of the sleeping bag. The realization sets in of what just transpired as my stomach knots up.
What have I just done...
