She did, and I stepped forward. She wrapped her lips around my cock and sucked and slurped and worked her tongue in desperation. It wasn’t long before I felt like I was about to cum, so I pulled out one last time, knowing I could ask her for anything now.
“Beg me. Tell me how much you want to swallow my cum.”
“Oh, my god, please, I beg you, I BEG you. Please. I will do anything for you. I want to swallow your cum. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me in the ass, fuck my pussy.”
“Tell me you want me to breed you.”
“Yes, please, please fuck me raw and make me pregnant. Oh my god, but right now please cum in my mouth.”
I stepped back in, and she finished me in seconds. She took me deep in her throat, but I backed out enough for my cum to land on her tongue where she could taste it, and let it spill out her lips. The stream of pee I heard at the same time sounded like the faucet, and ran for a minute.
When I was spent, she kept me in her mouth, and when she was done peeing, her hand was back in her crotch, rubbing and penetrating. I reached down with both hands and pulled her nipples, and she came hard, with my half-shrunken dick still in her mouth.
We went back to the bed, naked, and lay 69 at first, then taking turns, sucking and tasting each other. She would have let me fuck her then, in the pussy or the ass, whatever I wanted, but I decided I liked being the one to dictate what we did, where and when. And besides, I didn’t want our first time to be at an Interstate rest stop. She wanted me inside her so much, her mouth took me twice again over the next hour, sucking, swallowing, cleaning.
“Please fuck me,” she said.
I put my tongue in her mouth and fucked her lips as she sucked it. She was pressing her pussy up against my crotch, grinding, but I was too spent for her to have her way with me. I slid down her body one last time and sucked her clit until she came again.
We lay naked with each other, her head on my belly looking back at my face, her legs spread for me to gently finger her wet slit, content, me just admiring every inch of her. She bit her lip again, and said, “I need to tell you something, but it breaks our rule.”
I laughed. “Which rule? I think we’ve broken them all by now.”
She laughed too, but what she had to say was serious, “The rule about not talking about things at home. I wasn’t going to tell you until summer is over, but when I take you back to school, I’m not going back home. Your dad and I are over.”
I wasn’t all that surprised, as it seemed like it had been over for a long time. I asked, “Was it just that he spent all his time at work?”
“If, by ‘work’, you mean inside his bitch secretary Trish, then yes.”
“Oh.” I knew about Trish. Or I had strongly suspected it. Maybe that’s why I never felt any guilt about what Mom and I were doing.
She explained, “The papers are signed, and I’m getting enough to do just fine without him. He keeps the house. I just wanted to escape and live the life I dreamed. So, I don’t want you to worry about me.”
“Then I’m not going back to school! I want to stay with you!”
She put her finger over my lips. “We are not going to have that argument now. Let’s live in the moment.”
“Okay,” I agreed for now. But I took her finger into my mouth and I sucked on it and I knew that when the time came to decide, I would win.
Neither of us wanted to take time to shower off. We put on some fresh clothes and got back on the road. Mom started calling campgrounds, further and further from the national park, until finally she lucked into one with a vacancy. We made good time despite our extended stop and got there well before dark. Mom and I went inside to pay for the spot and get the gate code.
The girl behind the counter was pretty, in her twenties, with colorful tattoos on her arms. The kind of girl I might have flirted with in another setting. But she seemed to sense the vibe between my mother and me. Or maybe she could just smell the sex on us. Or maybe she saw the hickey on my mom’s neck.
“How many nights?”
“Not sure yet. At least two. Is it a problem to leave it open ended?” I asked.
“No problem at all. Most of our campers are here for the season.”
“Like that movie ‘Nomads’?” my mother asked. She seemed excited at the idea of that kind of community.
“Exactly like that movie,” she answered. And instead of writing the gate code on a receipt or the campground map, she took my mother’s hand and wrote it on her palm. They looked in each other’s eyes and clearly had a moment.
Then the girl said, “If you want to meet the locals, there’s a campfire every night by the lake. Somebody always brings a guitar.”
When we got back in the RV, I turned to Mom and laughed, “What the hell was that?”
“Everybody needs a mother,” she said with a wink.
* * *
We got settled at our campsite. It was pretty bare bones, but it had a connect, and a picnic table. We finally got cleaned up and put on a slightly nicer version of camping wear to meet our neighbors. Mom looked beautiful, but I was a little sad that she was wearing a bra. As we walked to the campsite, I carried a backpack with our dinner in it, and a blanket and bottle of wine. I took Mom’s hand as we walked. She gave me an ‘are you sure?’ look, and I held her hand even tighter.
There were a handful of folks already at the fire. We introduced ourselves, and never felt a hint of judgement. These people just took us as we were without needing to hear our story.
I cooked some hot dogs over the fire while others arrived. I saw the tattooed girl across the way, and she smiled at us but kept her distance. We ate at a picnic table, and by then, somebody started strumming a guitar.
The night was perfect. And I knew that this was our time.
The musician started playing Eagles songs, and most everyone started singing along. Mom sang, and I just watched her, the firelight flickering in her eyes. Then I took her hand again and asked, “May I have this dance?”
We stood and began to slow dance, my mom in my arms, turning, and just rocking back and forth, holding each other, and the right lyrics came around. I whispered in her ear along with the song, “I want to sleep with you in the desert tonight, with a billion stars all around.”
“This is the best prom night ever,” she replied. And I knew that meant ‘yes’.
We took the blanket and moved away from the crowd, down to the edge of the lake. We both knew that I was going to fuck her there. Right there in the open with the music near enough to drift over us.
I put the blanket down and spread it, and I opened the wine and poured a glass for us to share. We drank, and we kissed, our tongues deep in each other’s mouths. Our hands started to explore each other. And suddenly I was glad she had worn her bra, so I could reach under her shirt with one hand and snap it open. Then I unbuttoned her shirt and took it off and let the bra fall. And I spent time sucking her nipples and licking her tits. I sucked again on the hickey on her neck, and she leaned her head back for me and gave me everything I wanted to touch.
I unsnapped her shorts and she scooted out of them. I pulled the crotch of her panties aside and they were soaking wet. I fingered her a while, as she leaned back on her elbows. Then she lifted her hips so I could peel them off.