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A Mother takes her Son on a Camping Trip after the death of her husband.

Dark Fantasies Media

The Camping Trip

A Mother's Desires Series

"John? Where are you?" I called out as I looked around seeing nothing but bushes and trees. "Where is that boy?" I wondered aloud. I continued walking down the forest path looking for my son and contemplating the difficult situation we were in. My Husband died less than a year ago and it has been devastating to our son John. Ever since my husbands passing John has been giving me attitude and lashing out. The fact that he is turning into a hormonal teenager isn't helping. It got so bad last month that I almost bought him a dirty magazine. I was ready for him to just disappear in his room for hours at that point. I didn't care what he would be doing in there as long as he wasn't being horrible to me. As if his Father's death wasn't just as hard on me! "Well I'm sorry young man, but your Father left us and I'm doing my best to take his place. I know you didn't want to go on this camping trip, I know it won't be the same without your Father. But I feel like we are growing apart and need to come together. You will thank me in the end." I blurted out in anger. As I turned the corner of the forest path John's back came into view. With a sigh of relief I said, "Oh! There you are."

"Mom I'm Peeing!" John shrieked turning his head to look back at me as I came upon him from behind. A quick glance down at my son sent me into shock as I saw the gigantic penis in hands.

"Oh, my God!" I shouted as I turned to run. "I'm sorry! It is okay, I didn't see anything." I called back as I ran back the way I came. I stopped when I felt I had achieved a far enough distance. I didn't know what to do or say. I didn't know what to think! Oh, my God, his cock is so big. Where did he get that thing. His father was half that size. I thought to myself as images of his cock floated in my head. I tried to push it out but the more I tried the clearer the image became. Oh! God, why am I thinking about my son's cock? Get yourself together Barbara. I know its been close to a year since you've seen a dick. But that's no reason to start drooling over your sons.

"Alright mom I'm ready." He called towards me.

"Thank God." I said aloud. Not so much for John's sake, but for mine. I need to get his cock's image out of my head I thought as I walked to rejoin my son. We continued walking down the trail to the campsite John's father always took us to. John walked behind me grumbling and complaining under his breath. I felt his eyes on me. Like daggers stabbing into me. Stabbing into my ass. Every time I looked back it looked like his gaze was directed straight at my ass. More images of his cock snuck into my head. "What are you thinking about dear?" I asked, hoping some conversation would get his giant member off my mind.

"Nothing!" He blurted out as if he had been caught. His eyes quickly darted away from my rear end. I knew it! He was staring at my ass! That little perv. "Well if you want to talk I'm here for you. Okay?" I said hoping his cock would get out of my mind and my ass out of his. Which only conjured images of his cock fucking my ass! Dammit Barbara!

"Okay Mom, I will keep that in mind." He said as I felt a tinge of feeling in my pussy and a little moisture. What is going on with me? Maybe, I am starting my period I thought. Surely I wasn't getting wet thinking about my son's cock! It's awfully early for my period, but I had better check. These are my only jeans I brought on the camping trip and I don't want to bleed through them.

"Hey, John?" I said stopping. "I'm going to use the bathroom, can you keep a lookout for me so no one sees?"

"Mom, we are in the middle of the woods, there is no one around for miles. I don't think anyone will see." He said with an annoyed expression on his face.

"Well-just do it for me sweetheart, okay?" I replied pinching his cheek. He hated it when I did that. Which made it all the more enjoyable.

"Alright, I will keep an eye out for you." He muttered reluctantly. I made my way to a small clearing not far from John. I wanted to get out of sight from the path but I didn't want to be far from John in case something happened. I pulled my pants and panties down and checked. No blood, thank God I thought. Well, I am here. I better pee while I have the opportunity. I squatted further and let it flow. As pee burst out from between my pussy lips spraying little droplets onto my legs and pants I looked back towards John to make sure he was keeping watch. But instead of having his back turned towards me like I was expecting to see, he was facing me. As my eyes focused I saw his arm moving up and down. I followed the length of his arm down to his hand wondering what he was doing. I could barely make out his hand from the distance but the gigantic erect cock in it I could see as clear as day. My heart jumped and my body froze in my squat. The only thing I could feel was the cold pee droplets on my legs, the blood rushing to my face and a burning erupting in my vagina. Oh, my god, is he masturbating behind that tree? What is he masturbating to? I thought frantically. Then, it struck me. Oh, my god, he's masturbating to me! Peeing! Shoot, what should I do? I wondered. If, I get up he might not finish and then try again later tonight in the tent. Staying put and letting him finish was the only thing I could think of. Fuck, I should have bought him that magazine! Now he is jacking his cock watching me pee! Fuck my life, I thought. I glanced back to check on his progress. He was still standing there rubbing his huge cock.

Oh, my god his cock is so big, I thought. I watched as his hand moved up and down his shaft in rhythmic patterns. I started to become entranced, losing all other thought. The only thing on my mind was that huge piece of meat being pleasured a few yards from me. Suddenly a wet feeling broke my concentration. I looked down between my legs and saw a large amount of grool flowing out of my pussy dripping to the ground. Thought and feeling returned bringing with it the burning and wet feeling that had erupted in my cunt. "Oh, my god, I'm getting wet!" I nearly screamed aloud. I was soaked! From my clit to my ass whole and running down my thighs thick lubricating liquid flowed from my vagina. I immediately stood up yanking my pants along with me. "Alright! I'm Done, I'm coming out!" I called out glancing over my shoulder quickly to see what he was doing. I was glancing quickly not so John wouldn't know I saw him, but out of fear of seeing that cock again. Or maybe fear of what I would do if I saw that cock again. As I looked back John was quickly turning around trying to stuff his throbbing erect penis in his pants. I waited for another minute and then started to walk towards him. "Alright, let's go." I said. "We need to set up camp before dark." He didn't say a word as I continued on past him walking at a quick pace. About a half an hour of awkward walking in silence later, we finally made it. "This is the spot right?" I said not even looking at John.

"Yeah this is it." John sighed back. He sounded so sad. It must be really hard for him to come here, the camping site him and his Father had come to for so many years. I felt so bad and for a minute forgot everything that had transpired thirty minutes ago. I turned to look at my son hoping he would give me a hug but saw a massive bulge in his pants and stopped. I was immediately brought back to thoughts of his cock which sent a wave of yearning though my warm cunt. If, John wasn't standing right next to me, I would slap my self in the face right now I thought. I decided the best thing to do would be to get the camp set up and get my mind off it all. "Alright, I will set up the tent, will you start the fire dear?" I asked not looking at him, afraid I would see his cock bursting out of his jeans.

"Yes mom." He sighed again pulling on my heart strings again. With that I walked off and started clearing a spot for the tent. About an hour and a lot of frustration later I was finally putting the last stake in that held the tent down. As I was bent over on my knees I saw Johns shadow casting in front of. I glanced back quickly, and he was just standing there looking at me. Looking at me bent over with my ass in the air as if I was ready to get fucked doggy. Oh, my god, is he staring at my ass again? I wondered to myself. I'm going to kill this little perv! I thought as anger welled up inside me. But at this point I didn't know if I was mad at him or myself. Mad because he was staring at my ass or mad because I almost pushed my ass up as if to pose for him and say, come and get it. If, this behavior continues we are going straight home. I thought as I came back to reality. "John, is the campfire set up?" I asked in an annoyed tone.

"Yes mom, but I don't think we will need it, it's pretty warm out." He replied.

"Well I would rather have a fire tonight, just to be safe." I said it just to argue as I was in a bad mood now.

"Oh god mom." He snapped back. "The only thing you have to worry about are ticks." He finished. Or maybe you. I thought to myself as images of him stroking his cock burst back into my head. Later that night, John and I sat around the dying camp fire in silence. This trip was not going the way I planned. I thought, glancing at John across the fire occasionally. I tried not to look at him most of the night. Because if I did my eyes would always wander to his crotch. I was starting to think I wanted to see it again. "Are you ready for bed john?" I asked. Figuring the sooner morning came the sooner we could go home and forget all about this horrible day.

"Yeah, I guess." He replied, head bent looking at the ground from his camping stool. I felt so bad for him, but there was nothing I could do at this point. This whole camping trip was my idea to heal John from his Father's death. But it has turned into a nightmare. I am going to need therapy after this I thought glancing at John's crotch against my will again.

"Okay, let me go in first, so I can change." I said, waiting for a reply. None came. I stood up and made my way into the tent. I dug through the book bag we packed looking for my night-shirt and a dry pair of panties but found none. I finally emptied the entire bag out and the only thing in there was my white lace see through sexy top. "That Little perv!" I said aloud. I didn't care if he heard me. I asked him to grab my white night-shirt God dammit! Now what am I going to do I wondered. My pants are covered in pee, my panties are soaked, I'm dying of the heat covered in sweat and I have to get these clothes off. I decided to wear my sexy top. It wasn't one hundred percent see through and it just about covered my ass. I put it on and went out of the tent to give that boy an earful. "John! I told you to grab my white night shirt not my lingerie!" I scolded him.

"I'm sorry, Mom, I just grabbed the white shirt thing on your dresser." He said sheepishly. I immediately felt bad. Dammit Barbara. Stop making things worse I thought.

"It is okay, but this is kind of see through so try not to look to hard." I said back in an apologetic tone.

"I won't mom." He replied looking up at me and sounding a little happier. As I looked at him feeling like we were finally getting somewhere movement caught my eye coming from his crotch. I looked down and saw his cock growing in his pants right before my eyes. His jeans erupted upwards pitching his own tent in his pants. As the jeans reached their limit I could see his gigantic cock starting to curve towards the side looking for space to fill straining to reach his girth. Yeah? Sure you won't, you little perv, I thought to myself as I turned to go back into the tent. I felt another tinge in my pussy and thought, that goes for you to Barbara, you disgusting perv. How much of a slut whore can I be that my pussy gets wet thinking about my sons cock I wondered. "Are you coming to bed John?" I called back over my shoulder as I layed down. The sooner we both get to bed, the sooner I can get home and seek some professional help.

"Yeah, I just need to change into my shorts." He replied as he approached the tent. Fuck I thought. I didn't think about him changing. Now images of his giant erect penis being released from its cage flooded my head. I closed my eyes tight and vowed not to open them until morning from fear that if I saw that cock again I couldn't trust myself not to look.

"Okay, I'll Roll over, you can sleep on my left side." I said as I was preying for sleep to come fast. Sleep eventually came about an hour later. My son laying behind me, me with my eyes closed tight, fighting off thinking about his cock. I finally drifted off while thinking about if my son was masturbating behind me. The image of him rubbing his throbbing cock directly behind me almost brought me to tears as I couldn't get it out of my head and my pussy was aching and flowing like a sieve. I felt so ashamed and disgusted with myself yet at the same time I knew that if he came and put that cock in front of my face right now I would suck it without hesitation and I would suck it better than I sucked any other cock in my life. Laying their feeling guilty and horny was the last thing I remember before being awoken sometime in the night.

"Huh!" I grunted awake out of a restless sleep. In a haze I wondered what was waking me up. As I slowly came to I realized that something was rubbing against and poking into my ass. Is John poking me trying to wake me up I wondered. Then, I slowly started to feel a sticky wet sensation on my ass along with the poking. What is going on I wondered in anger. Frustrated I looked down towards my legs and saw a large purple object rubbing in and out from between the gap in my thighs. As my eyes focused and the object protruded further I could see the large purple object attached to a long thick shaft. In shock, I looked behind me and there was my son, eyes closed, face contorted in strained pleasure, hips slowly, rhythmically thrusting. I immediately looked back down and closed my eyes pretending to be asleep. Oh, my God, is he humping me, I thought. Then, his cock slid up between my pussy lips and ran all the way to my clit before breaking out of my lips and extending out past my stomach, as if answering the question. Oh, my God, his cock was huge. Even bigger then I thought it was. What do I do? I frantically thought. Should I scream? This is rape! Oh, God I'm being raped by my son.

A sinking feeling hit me in the stomach and I felt like I was going to throw up. What the Hell is happening I thought in despair. Another thrust sent his gigantic cock cascading through my pussy lips flicking my clit as he burst out from between my thighs again. As if to counteract the sick feeling in my stomach my cunt kicked into overdrive and started to burn like no fire that had ever been lit down there. Oh, good God no, I thought as his cock slowly thrust again. I'm getting wet! What is wrong with me? Why does this feel good? A shock wave of pleasure hit my clit this time as his cock exited my thighs. As he pulled back I could feel thick strands of my pussy juice attach to his cock falling on my ass and spreading out lubricating us both. Oh, my God, my pussy is sopping wet! Anger filled me now. I was angry that my body was betraying me. I was angry that I was such a whore that my pussy was soaking wet from my son's cock. Another thrust forward and all of the anger left my body as his cock slammed into my clit.

Pleasure erupted in my crotch. My pussy ached and my ass was throbbing as if it were screaming stick it in here. My nipples were so big and hard I thought they would shoot milk as they yearned for a mouth. As his cock slid back I felt a rush of liquid from my vagina and I knew if he thrust that monster cock against my pussy one more time I was going to explode. I braced for it, I anticipated it, I wanted it! After a few seconds no cock came. My heart raced, I need that cock now I thought. Throwing all of my sanity out the window I was about to turn over and grab that monster cock and force it in me. I didn't care anymore. Nothing else mattered except getting that cock in me. I worked up the courage and started to turn. I didn't know what I was going to do or say but I wasn't going to get that cock in me whether he liked it or not. As I started to look back I suddenly felt hot strands of liquid hitting my ass, side and face. Over and over. Long thick strands of hot liquid. He was cumming on me.

My mouth was open with shock when a long strand hit my face going from my forehead to my chin. Some of it got in my mouth and the taste of his salty cum flooded across my tongue. Suddenly my pussy erupted in searing pleasure. A hot piss squirted out as I had the most violent eruption of my life. My squirting hit my closed thighs and sprayed everywhere. Pleasure took over my brain and all I could think about was sucking and fucking my son and his huge cock. I wanted all of it. In every hole, all day. I wanted his cum leaking out of me twenty-four seven. I wanted to be his whore. I layed there convulsing in pleasure. Covered in mine and my son's cum. The ecstasy lasted for a few minutes and if my son had made a move to fuck me right there I would have let him have any hole he wanted.

But reality slowly drifted back in and shame started to erupt in my mind. My horniness was gone, and I was left with a disgusted guilty feeling. I heard snoring coming from my son as his cum started to turn cold on my body. I wiped my face and laid there on the verge of tears. We are leaving first thing in the morning I thought, and I am never going near my sick son again! Deep down I knew it was to stop me as much as it was to stop him. I hope things will get back to normal some day. Like this never happened. But at this rate I would be lucky if I could make it home without fucking my son. The guilty feeling remained but my pussy was starting to ache again and I knew even though I swore I would never think about my son in that way again, it was only a matter of time before I got horny and lost control.

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