f****y camping trip - Part 1 - Sex Stories

f****y camping trip - Part 1

... when he had jack-off earlier, and she wondered if he was doing that again. Mary felt her cunt become wet thinking of her son in the next cot, stroking on his cockshaft, maybe thinking about her. She was on her stomach and she felt her tits swell. She thought she could hear a faint rubbing sound…maybe of his fist moving on the hard flesh of his cock. She tried to picture in her mind his hand squeezing tightly at his cockshaft, his fist moving up and down. A rippling sensation moved about her crotch and Mary opened her legs a bit. As she was listening intently to her son, she also became aware of other sounds coming to her, sounds of sighs and soft whimpers. At first she couldn’t place the sounds, then she realized they came from Steve’s tent. Mary eyes opened, not believing what she was hearing. Those soft mummers sounded like a girl feeling great pleasure. Her immediate thought was that her b*****r-in-law was fucking Natalie…fucking his little girl! Then she decided that was crazy. Yet the soft whimpers were there and they seemed to be increasing in volume. Mary wondered if she was going out of her mind. First, her son had jacked-off while looking at her, and now she was imagining Steve fucking his young daughter in the other tent. It was too crazy to be true, and yet those sounds seemed like two people fucking intently. She pressed her hips against the cot, feeling the heat between her thighs grow. She was imagining all kinds of wild, impossible things, her imagination ...

... fueled by the sounds coming to her…what is possible her mind cried back…All Things, was the replay… She was sure her son was jacking on his cock and she was just as sure that Steve, in the next tent, was fucking his young, teenage daughter. Mary brought a hand to press at her mouth, cutting of a moan…she began to sob. Her emotions in turmoil. “Mum?” She heard her son whisper softly. She started to answer, then decided to feign sl(ee)p again. She was very conflicted with her thoughts of wrong or right…but, she was also very excited from listening to Darren jacking-off, and from hearing Steve and Natalie fucking in the other tent. She didn’t know what to do… “Mum,” came her son’s voice again, still a soft whisper. “Are you asl(ee)p?” She heard her son moving on his cot, over the soft sounds of obvious pleasure from the other tent. She heard her son’s feet on the canvas bottom of the tent, maybe he has to piss she thought. She slitted her eyes and continued to feign sl(ee)p, seeing only a dim shadow moving toward her cot. She closed her eyes, he was standing there, she could feel his presence, hear his breathing as he struggled to keep as quiet as he could. Mary thought she should ask him what he wanted, but she couldn’t speak…not even a squeak. Darren kneeled at the side of his mother’s cot… Mary thought she could actually feel his body heat. Her body began to gently tremble…her breath caught suddenly… Darren had lightly caressed her thigh…! There was a wild, hot pulsation between ...