As sanity returned I knew I had to take my chance to flee the tent before my lust took over again. I jumped up not even caring if John saw me and quickly threw on my jeans and tank top. I then made a b-line for the tent flap and stepped outside into the fresh air. As the mountain breeze filled my nostrils I realized just how much the tent smelled like pussy, cock and ass. I looked down shaking my head and saw my still hard nipples sticking out, well-defined by my thin cotton tank top.
In my frantic rush I had forgotten my bra. But that was my last concern. I had to get away from my son and figure out what I was going to do.
I started walking toward the forest when John called after me.
“Where are you going mom?” I turned back and saw his head turned sideways, poking out of the tent.
“I have to use the bathroom.” I called back never breaking my stride.
“Do you want me to go with you?” He called after me, more frantic this time.
“No!” I immediately screamed back as I disappeared into the trees. Good God no! I thought as I dodged branches and picked my way carefully through the fern covered forest floor.
I kept walking at a fast pace, never looking back. I could care less if I had gotten lost at that moment in time. I would have preferred to go home with search and rescue rather than risk the drive with my son. Finally, I came upon a boulder and a large tree that formed the perfect cubby for me to use as a porta potty. I stopped and scanned the area intently in all directions. No one is going to be watching me today! I thought as I lowered my pants, now satisfied I was alone.
I quickly squatted and pushed with force in an effort to finish quickly. When I was done I immediately rose to my feet pulling my pants along with me. I could feel pee begin to wet my pants and panties, but taking the time to wipe was not an option right now. I looked around for a place to sit and then settled on a fallen log. I made my way to it and then sat down with a sigh of despair.
What am I going to do? We can’t stay here any longer and I don’t know If I can trust myself on the drive home. I lowered my head into my hands and began to cry. This time the tears were short and a feeling of wellness began to wash over me as they dried. I felt better. What is wrong with me? Why are my emotions all out of whack? What is going on?
A rustling caught my attention, pulling me from my thoughts. I looked towards my left but nothing was moving. Again I heard it.
I jumped off the log, my heart picking up pace. What now? I thought as I crept to a large tree trunk and peered around it towards the direction of the noise. Then, I saw John a few yards away walking into the forest. He stopped and started looking around. Satisfied that he too was alone he whipped his still erect penis out and began to urinate. I watched with my mouth open in shock.
How can he still be hard? He is a monster! I thought as I watched him, the fact that our roles were reversed since yesterday began to cross my mind. After a minute I began to wonder if he would ever stop. I guess a gigantic cock pees a lot. I thought as I continued to watch in fascination. Thirty seconds later and he was still going. Oh, my God! Is he ever going to stop? I thought breathlessly. My heart began to patter and my pussy’s fire was rekindled.
I began to laugh at how absurd this was, my eyes still never leaving his engorged fire hose. Even my son’s peeing prowess was turning me on. I mused. More wetness filled my panties and began to run down my legs. Oh, God! Not again! I screamed in my head. When will this nightmare end? I watched as my son’s waterfall ceased, as if God were answering me. My son’s cock had finished its evacuation, however, my son’s cock had not finished the other thing it wanted.
It stood proudly erect, throbbing and twitching as my son strained to cage the monster. My heart skipped a beat and I sighed in disappointment as my son managed to get his waistband over his cock.
My knees began to ache, so I stood up still crouching behind the tree. I peaked again and my son was attempting to make his way back to the tent with his own tent in tow. He stopped suddenly and then turned around. His hand was applying pressure to his cock as if to make it go down. Oh, poor thing.
I thought as I witnessed my son’s struggle. I can help you with that. A voice called out in my head. A voice that was my own, but not me speaking it. No! I screamed back. That is not going to happen! My son turned and started back again, but just as I was about to join him he turned and ran back. What now? I screamed in my head as I ducked behind the tree. In a fluid motion my son stopped, whipped his shorts down and started jacking his monster cock furiously.
My jaw dropped as I watched in amazement at the aggression in my son as he beat his beautiful meat. I felt my shirt rubbing against my now erect nipples. Mindlessly my hand moved up to apply pressure to my left one. Jolts of pleasure shot through me as I pulled and tugged. My free hand instinctively made it’s way to my aching crotch and began to work my other now hard nub. No need for spit. I thought as my middle finger entered my moistened crevis.
My rhythmic motion picked up as if it had never stopped from this morning. I continued watching John, my eyes not daring to leave his now angry cock. Thick veins were popping out in long purple and blue lines. His cock head was engorged to its bursting point, looking like the most delicious moist purple apple I had ever seen.
Suddenly without warning, his head reared back and long thick strands of cum shot out from my new favorite thing in the world. I was so excited, I felt like cheering.
I wished desperately I could have been on the receiving end of that. Tits held up and mouth open. I would have been glad to drink his cum in my horniness. My hand slowly came to a stop as I watched again, without warning, as my son jammed his still throbbing penis back into his shorts and sprinted back to the tent. I was left kneeling behind the tree in shock as my pussy burned for relief. Just like every other man! I thought.
Gets you horny, then leaves you to take care of yourself! God! I need to get off! I screamed in silence. My facial expression was all anyone needed to see to understand what I was feeling. I knew kneeling behind a tree trying to rub my clit through tight jeans wasn’t going to get me anywhere, without my son’s cock to look at. Lying on the ground was out of the question as well.
What am I going to do? I thought frantically, looking in all directions for anything to stand out in my lust filled fog. As I scanned around me desperately, a glitter caught my eye. On the ground, in the precise spot my son shot his load. Could it be?
I got up and ran to the glistening area, falling to my knees as I reached the goal. On the ground, on a leaf, was a pool of fresh cum straight from my son’s youthful spring.
I didn’t even think, as I pulled my pants and panties down past my cheeks, dropped to my left elbow and snuck my right hand between my legs. I moved in closer as my hand worked furiously. I felt my orgasm building faster than anticipated. I wanted to enjoy this. I wanted to enjoy his cum. I wanted to inhale his scent. I didn’t want this to end. But my excitement was building and the familiar throbbing of my asshole began, telling me I was already there.