Tales from the Trail - Sex Stories

Tales from the Trail

... away and sat down facing away from us. The other got a notepad and said write a few questions on it. I wrote a question on it and the other responded as soon as mom read it. Not a word was spoken between the two. As I wrote the next question, the other mom corrected my spelling before I completed it. They switched places and did the same. Together they repeated, "We are Me". Together, one after the other, one starting a sentence and half way through, the other completing it they said: We always knew this day would come. What you need to know is that you are ours. We decided to conceive you, because we wanted a c***d. We wanted a male and we are gifted to have you. The many times you ran to us, you ran to me. We chose to not marry because a single man would have trouble understanding us. We might would lose him and you. But our way, we kept you. We chose the man who made you because we loved him. You were conceived by love. You will know who he is, when we decide. I responded with, "mom, we need a break". They laughed until we cried. Pounced on and pummeled me. I walked outside to let the rain clear my foggy brain. Returning, my eyes first caught one of them sitting on a lounger on the cell phone. She was slumped back, legs spread hanging off to each side, feet on the floor. her skirt covered any possible view. The other paced around doing things here and there. Bending to reach something in a locker, a view was possible, but I didn't want to chance getting caught. She moved ...

... around to squat beside me, and I peeped a view of highly exposed side leg. The other one was really into her conversation with animated hand motions and popping her knees together. Wider and wider they spread and closed. I watched only with my peripheral vision. I could plainly see that she didn't have any panties on. She struggled to get up, legs wide, cunt hair exposed, skirt slipping back to cover her cunt. I missed the gash again. As she stood, she passed the phone to the other one who took the conversation over. I'm sure who ever was talking, didn't know the change. She chose a near by foot stool to sit on. It was very low. She leaned forward, propped her elbows on highly released knees. Her dress had fell back to her waist, but with her more to one side of me, I was out of angle to peep. The other came around to cross behind me, causing me to lean directly in front of the knees for a second. I could see the furrow of hair on the lips, but not the split lips. I didn't get caught by either. Rainy day, good day so far. The rest of the was fun. It seemed like they were playing a game around me, but I didn't care. Day 4 It was misting rain with a shower consistently breaking. We had breakfast, called off all photos for today. We did decide to head for the next campsite. I left them to pack. They came out in ugly green regular length rain ponchos. I attached a pinhole cam lens to my camera and left it safely tucked away. The hike was boring until we encountered a muddy uphill ...