Valentine's Day In Nature - Sex Stories

Valentine's Day In Nature

Alex had followed his mother through the hiking trail all day long. Admiring not just the sights of nature, the seemingly endless trees that surrounded them, but also the curve and jiggle of her plump derriere accentuated by her crimson red, scrunch-butt leggings. Back home, she had told him she ordered the wrong style by mistake, but he wasn't sure about that, at least going by the way the seam of the leggings separated her glutes and provided irrefutable evidence that she had wedged it intentionally.

He didn't mind, he wasn't upset at her for bringing eye candy of the human aesthetic to a place devoid of it. Nothing but trees and wild animals, providing an immense, natural background that nearly blurred their relationship as mother and son.

They had planned the trip a few months back, only going through with it if they were both single when Valentine's Day came around. There was no red or pink, nature didn't decorate itself with those colors, it was green and brown everywhere they looked.

While she took pictures of the cool-looking trees and squirrels, his eyes followed the sway of her hips and the alternating motion of her rounded backside. She carried several extra pounds on her but maintained a curvy figure, with most of the weight going to her lower body which inspired his friends to call her a MILF. The fabric of the leggings contoured her coveted assets, letting him see her glutes and thighs flexing when she moved around or climbed the natural obstacles on ...

... their way.

Pink hoodie and red leggings for Valentine's, he realized, shaking his head at how he hadn't noticed sooner with his lascivious glances.Probably a sexy, little pink thong underneath.

He knew her underwear collection, having used most of her panties to accompany his masturbatory sessions, and he was always trying to guess what she was wearing underneath. His favorites were the lacy kind and the seamless, butter-soft ones meant to disappear under clothes, those got the biggest loads. All in all, there was a method to his predictions.

He watched attentively as she pulled up her leggings to readjust the ruched-back, inadvertently bringing attention to her jiggling cheeks. Encouraged by the sight, he walked up next to her and placed his hand between her lower back and the top of her ass. He was careful not to be overzealous by placing it too low or squeezing. Instead, he played it off as a nonchalant touch and palm of support.

"It's beautiful," he said as she snapped another picture, this time of the trees giving way to the nearby stream. In his mind, one half of him referred to the view, and the other to her voluptuous curves.

She wasn't oblivious, she knew what she was wearing and that he would steal glances at her like any other man would. Whatever he made of it was up to him, that wasn't her prerogative, she was solely focused on enjoying the day out in nature with her beloved son.

She put her phone away in her hoodie and turned to face him with a ...