f****y camping trip - Part 2 - Sex Stories

f****y camping trip - Part 2

f****y camping trip - Part 2 Sub Title… Naughty f*mily fun! – Part 2 --------- Chapter 3 Early Saturday morning The Shower Building… Mary lay…wondering how it had all happened for a while…sensations flowing wildly through her body…she felt a love for him now, more powerful and deeper than for any lover she ever had… She lay, listening to her sons breathing as he sl(e)pt. Her pussy was full of her son’s cum and it felt good as it seeped out, running along the crack of her ass...she felt of her pussy, touching it tenderly, she licked her fingers clean…smiling in the darkness...she found she loved the taste of her sons cum… ---------------- Mary woke up early the next morning alone in the tent… The first thing she was aware of was the aroma of bacon and eggs. The second was the sweet wet feeling between her thighs…she had dreamed of her son all night. She opened her eyes and looked down at herself. She had sl(e)pt all night on top of the sl**ping bag and her gown was twisted about her waist, her pussy exposed, and one shapely tit had escaped the top of her gown. A blush colored her cheeks; she knew her son had seen her this way when he left the tent…she was embarrassed, but she also felt sooo good also, very good. She stood and stretched her arms above her head, legs stiff and her hips arched, as she stretched out her body, the cot was more comfortable then the ground at least. She grinned to herself as she stared down her body. She stroked her fingers through her trimmed pubic ...

... hair, then touched her moist pussylips tenderly. They felt sensitive and tingly still. Standing there, she began to hear soft murmurs of voices, she listened for a moment. She didn’t hear anything that indicated her son was telling them about last night. Str(i)pping her gown over her head, she stood, naked. The morning was still cool, but the day would be hot. She located a fresh pair of panties and shorts. Sliding the nylon panties up her thighs, she wiggled her ass into them. The panties held her ass and pussy tightly…her moist pussy was already beginning to stain the nylon. Stepping into the fresh pair of light-blue shorts, she next placed a halter about her full, round tits. Sliding her feet into flip-flops, she ran her hand through her hair. She needed a shower badly and she intended to go first thing. The restrooms were two small buildings, with ¾ walls of brick and a canvas tarp for a roof, for each sex, there were four stalls of semi-private showers with four toilet stalls along the back wall of each building. “Good Morning,” Steve greeted her, smiling, as she emerged from her tent. “You look perky, Mary.” She grinned, stretching again. “I feel wonderful,” she said. “Do I have time for a quick shower?” “Sure,” her b*****r-in-law replied. Mary looked at Darren, who sat on a log, eating his breakfast. When he lifted his eyes, she saw a sparkle in them...she felt a strong pang of Love for her son course through her. Making sure Steve didn’t notice, she stuck her tongue ...