The Camping Trip – Part 2 by DarkFantasiesMedia
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The camping trip continues, as Barbara fights urges. , The Camping Trip – (Part Two) A Natural Awakening
A Mother’s Desires Series
I awoke early and watched as black turned to grey and grey to pink, on the walls of our small tent. My son’s soft snoring was the only sound on this eerie morning.
Almost as if the forest knew the horrible acts that had taken place here last night, and was in mourning over our lost souls. A son had done the unthinkable and a mother had destroyed the sacred bond of mother and child last night. My son’s perversion, in his attraction to me and my ungodly lust, has shattered our relationship forever. I thought to myself, remembering how only a mere second had saved me from committing the greatest evil last night.
One second longer and I would have grabbed my son’s gigantic cock and rode it, moaning like the whore I am! I looked down at my chest and saw flakes of dried cum streaking across my breasts. I closed my eyes tight and tried to fight off tears, as shame welled up inside of me. I couldn’t believe what had happened last night. I opened my mouth and worked my tongue, remembering the taste of my son’s cum and how I had greedily lapped it off my hand in my lust.
Oh, my God! What is wrong with me? I am the worst mother in the world! Never mind me needing protection from my son! My son needs protection from me! I am going to have to look into boarding school. I thought. For my son’s protection and for the salvation of what’s left of my soul.
I started to cry softly as my guilt and shame became too much to contain. I desperately tried to muffle my sobs into my arm so as not to wake my son. I was afraid to wake him in truth.
I didn’t know how I could look him in the eyes after last night. I shifted my arm sending a jolt of pain shooting through my side. I had laid on my right side all night, afraid to turn towards my son, and now I was feeling the consequences. The pain became unbearable, so I slowly lifted myself and turned, grabbing my long red hair with my numb arm to keep from catching it as I rolled over. Eyes closed, I lowered myself into position with a sigh of relief as the pain subsided.
I began to shake my arm out to allow blood to flow and feeling to return, when my numb hand felt something. I opened my eyes and saw my palm resting on the head of my son’s gigantic erect penis, that was straining to burst from his shorts. I recoiled my arm like a whip and brought it to my face to cover my mouth in shock. The potent smell of my son’s dirty cock filled my nostrils as it leaked off my hand. But I couldn’t pull it away. I was paralyzed. I couldn’t take my eyes off of his cock.
It was truly the biggest penis I had ever seen in my life and even covered in the fabric of his shorts, its magnificence was clearly visible. Straight as an arrow, enough girth to give any girl a mouthful and long enough to reach the deepest regions of my cunt. I was entranced.
It’s just his morning wood Barbara! I thought to myself. Get ahold of yourself and snap out of it! My eyes began to water from the strain, but still my body would not allow me to break the spell.
I noticed wetness at the tip of his head. My eyes focused to see closer, and a frothy white liquid came into view. Precum, I thought. That’s why his cock smell is so potent on my hand! I inhaled deeply into my palm, the smell of tuna and dirty cock filling my nostrils. But I did not gag or recoil. I savored the smell, I wanted more of it. Images of waking my son up with a blowjob floated in my head. I imagined rubbing his cock head all over my face and under my nose.
I wanted that smell to cover me! I began to feel a slight burning in my cunt, signifying arousal. No! No, I will not do this. I thought. I will not give into this evil temptation! I tried desperately to pull my eyes away from my son’s cock. I screamed on the inside feeling my sanity breaking. My mind desperately clawed at my eyes in a futile effort to stop this madness. But my body would not budge.
My eyes stayed fixated on his cock, my nose greedily inhaled his musk and my pussy began to moisten the way for his will. I was trapped inside, like a person in a coma, unable to move their body, but aware of everything around them. I waited in horror as I felt my tongue begin to move towards my lips. I knew what was coming.
I knew what my body was doing, and out of frustration, I was ready to submit.
The taste of my son’s salty precum exploded in my mouth as I felt my tongue run across the palm of my hand. Finally, my eyes closed as I tilted my head back and moaned. I rubbed my cum dampened hand down my face and then under my nose as my other raced down to my throbbing clit. I wanted his smell all over me in that moment. I wanted nothing more than for him to wake up and take me right then and there.
My hand twirled furiously around my clit in a circular motion as moisture flowed down between my ass cheeks. I rolled more onto my back and then turned my head towards my son. I opened my eyes seductively as I arched my breasts up, hoping he would be awake. No luck, his eyes were closed, snoring away. I began to moan louder, my eyes fixated on my son’s face, looking for any sign of movement. I dared myself to moan louder still, wanting desperately for him to wake up and fuck my brains out.
Nothing is going to stop me this time! I thought in my insane state of lust. He is either going to wake up and fuck me, or he is going to wake up to me fucking him! My eyes moved down to his cock. It appeared to be twitching. My pussy erupted in fire at the sight of it. I couldn’t wait any longer for him to wake up, I needed it now! This is it. I thought. I am going to get up, slide my panties off, squat over my son and then rip his shorts back, jump on his penis and enjoy ecstasy.
Hopefully I can get it all the way in before he wakes up. I bit my tongue, took a breath and then pushed myself up still rubbing my clit with my left hand. I tiptoed to the end of my son’s sleeping bag and began to pull my soaked panties down.
“Anyone home?” A man’s voice called loudly from right outside the tent door. I whirled around in fright as my son sat up straight in shock.
I looked back at my son, whose face was a foot from my bare ass, panties around my knees and my asshole puckering in and out from the scare. I quickly pulled my panties up and then jumped into my sleeping bag.
“Go see what he wants!” I whispered frantically to my son, clutching my sleeping bag to my chest, as if I had any modesty left. My son jumped up, his cock standing at attention, appearing to be the biggest thing about him, to my lust filled eyes, and ran to the tent flap.
As he unzipped it as I called after him, “Be careful John!” He paid me no mind as he ducked out into the morning light. I heard muffled talking and then John came back in zipping the flap closed behind him.
“It was nothing.” He said as he laid back down with a yawn. “Just some guy seeing if the tent was abandoned.” I breathed a sigh of relief. Not so much for the stranger, but for the fact he stopped me from committing the most disgusting act on this earth.