I quickly dove my face down into the cum, lapping as much of it into my mouth as I could before rubbing my face in it like a filthy whore. As the taste of his cum raced across my tongue and wet stickiness globed on my face, I exploded. Ass in the air, face to the ground licking up my son’s cum and my hand furiously moving between my thighs. I squirted into the air harder than I had ever squirted in my life.
I felt both of my ankles and calves drenched in warm liquid as wave after wave of ecstasy hit me. Eventually I fell to my side convulsing in pleasure. I laid there for a long time holding my son’s cum in my mouth, reveling in the smell and feel of it as more rolled down my face. As reality began to return I swallowed, savoring it with the last of my fading horniness. If, feeling that intense of an orgasm is wrong. I thought.
I don’t want to be right.
I returned to the campsite sulking in my guilt and shame once again. Leaving this place, the only thing on my mind. As the tent came into view I was working out what I would say to John as an excuse for cutting the camping trip short. I didn’t really care what he thought about it, honestly. I was leaving whether he came or not. Ducking under branches as I pushed into the clearing of our campsite, I heard muffled crying.
I stopped and listened intently as my eyes searched for the source. I crept towards the tent as my heart began to beat faster, almost drowning out the increasing sobs. Concern for my son began to well up inside of me, my protective nature taking hold. The flap to the entrance of the tent laid open a few inches towards the top. I took a deep breath and braced for whatever I might find as I ran the last few steps and peered in. John was alone, kneeling on his sleeping bag.
Thank God! Ran through my mind with a sigh of relief as I found my son safe and sound. I noticed his shoulders were moving up and down in short fast spasms. The sobbing was coming from him. I reached out for the tent’s zipper but then pulled my hand back. After all that has happened Barbara, I think the last thing you need to do is go in there. I searched the tent, looking for any clue as to what was going on. I am still his mother! Even if, I am an evil disgusting whore of one.
My son is hurt and I need to find out what’s going on! I reached again for the zipper as I peered in the tent one last time. This time a red object protruding from my son’s hand caught my eye. Thank God it’s not his cock! I thought in relief. On the red object a white design began to glisten in the light. His Swiss Army Knife! I thought triumphantly. His father gave him that! Oh.
That’s why he is crying.
My heart melted and my chin began to quiver as I thought of the pain my son was feeling right now. Knelt in his dead father’s tent, at the campsite he went to every year with his dead father, and holding the knife his dead father gave him! What have you done, Barbara? I asked myself as my own tears began to streak across my pale cheeks. This was supposed to be my weekend to take charge of the situation. To show my son I could take his father’s place.
I guess Cosmo is wrong. I can’t do it all! I felt horrible. It was all my fault. I’ve destroyed my son emotionally and ruined our relationship forever! I reached for the zipper a third time. I wanted desperately to rush in there and hug my son. To go back to the way things were. A mother and son who weren’t going to hell for the worst sins imaginable. As I began to pull the zipper, John coughed and began to wipe his tears off his face as he turned to get up.
I ducked and then ran towards the back of the tent. I stood there like an idiot for a minute freaking out, not knowing what to do. Eventually I saw John’s head poking up from the tent as he made his way outside. He looked around and then saw me standing behind the tent looking like an awkward buffoon.
“What are you doing back there mom?” He called out to me, holding his hand over his face for shade.
“Nothing!” I answered back quickly. I turned and made my way toward the front.
“I wasn’t doing anything. I just got a little turned around in the woods and ended up walking in from the back.”
“See! I told you!” He pronounced triumphantly. “I told you, you should have let me go with you!”
“You were right baby.” I said, giving him an over acted look of humbleness. “Next time, you will have to go with me.” He smiled at my humor, which made me smile back. “But right now we have to talk John.
I think we should go ho…..”
“I love it here!” John interrupted me mid-sentence. “I’m so glad you brought us here. I had forgotten how much I loved this place. Thanks mom.” He finished running up and giving me a kiss on the cheek. His lips felt soft and warm on my skin. I closed my eyes as a shiver ran through me, from my nipples to my clit. The words soft, warm, lips and pussy turned circles in my head as I pretended I wasn’t subconsciously thinking about my son’s mouth on my cunt.
“Oh! I’m sorry mom. What were you saying? You think we should go?” He looked at me with his normal puzzled face and I felt normal for the first time in two days.
“Go cut more firewood dear.” I couldn’t tell him the truth now. He seemed so happy. Maybe this was a turn around. I didn’t have the heart to make him leave right when he was starting to enjoy it. His crying must have helped him work through his pent up emotions.
You can help his cock work through it’s pent up emotions! The unwanted voice yelled in my head again. I almost covered my ears in my insanity.
“Are you alright mom?” John was looking at me with concern.
“Yes baby. Mommy just has a headache.
I think I need to go lay down for a nap.” I ran my hand back through his hair with motherly love as I forced a smile on my face.
“Okay mom! I’m going to go get that firewood!” He trotted off into the forest as my body crumbled, as if I were holding the weight of the world on my shoulders. I staggered to the tent. My legs wobbly, ready to give out. It was already hot, so I kicked my jeans off and then jumped down on my sleeping bag.
When is this nightmare going to end? I screamed inside my head. I knew I would need deep psychological help as soon as we got back, but now I am hearing voices too! I rolled over as I swatted a fly that was buzzing near my ear, cold wetness hitting my face as my head rested on my pillow.
“Ugh!” I groaned aloud as I lifted my head and wiped a cold thick liquid off my cheek. I examined it and immediately knew what it was, from the look of it.
That little bastard! He was in here masturbating! Again! And he came on my pillow! I just sat there in shock and anger. Frustrated that there was really nothing I could do about it. I knew I wouldn’t confront him. Especially after everything else that had happened. I looked at my pillow and began to turn it over when I noticed cotton on the ground. I started investigating and found a large hole cut into the bottom of my pillow. Is that what the knife was for? Now I was pissed.
I lifted the pillow not caring about anything and smelled the hole. My son’s cock musk wafted into my nose as I inhaled deeply. He was fucking my pillow! I inhaled again for some reason. I saw the smooth cut marks where he used the knife, turn into tear marks. Another deep breath in. I realized that his cock was too big for the hole he had cut, but his massive penis tore through it anyway. I shuttered as I inhaled deeply yet again.