Valentine's Day In Nature - Sex Stories

Valentine's Day In Nature

... smile that reflected her overwhelming sense of happiness. She loved nature, everything about it, even the pesky ants and cold air, but sharing it with her son made her eyes well up with tears of joy.

She hugged him tightly, pressing her breasts against his embrace, and said, "I wouldn't wanna be here with anyone else," unable to hold back her tears.

Her words shot right over his fortress like an arrow, reaching his vulnerable side that he masked by kissing her forehead and looking up to prevent his tears from rolling down his cheeks. "I-I, er, love you, Mom," he said, trying his best to hide his shaky voice, but he couldn't fool her, not his own mother.

He kept one arm wrapped around her but sneaked the other one down to her lower back, dangerously close to her ass. He kissed her on the forehead again, taking in the moment in a place where the rules were different, hundreds of miles from the nearest populated area.

She looked up at him, with love in her eyes but hesitation running through her body. She reached in for a kiss, expecting him to meet her halfway, but he moved his hand down to her ass and pulled her closer. She closed her eyes and let her lips flow naturally with his, much like the stream in front of them.

He palmed and squeezed her ass eagerly, revealing his desires that were contrasted by their passionate and tender kiss. Their beating hearts seemed to slow down time, helping them break the restraints of society and have them swept away by the ...

... stream, allowing them a moment of uninhibited freedom as two loving human beings.

Shocked by what they had just done, they didn't know what to do or say, until she took the lead as a mother and said, "We, um, better get back before dark."

He followed her on the way back, but this time his eyes weren't focused on her ass or anything else for that matter. His mind was a whirlwind, trying to process their kiss while overcome with his darkest, incestual fantasies that hijacked his sense of morality. He felt guilty, his judgment told him he had done something wrong, but an equal, if not superior, argument told him it was right.

She was going through mostly the same thoughts. Their feelings for each other were mutual, there was no doubt about the love and sexual tension between them, but the responsibility for their actions fell on her as the older, more mature person. She knew he was thinking of consummating their relationship, willing to forego societal taboos and establish them as woman and man, not just mother and son.

A blend of fear and excitement urged her forward, feeling like prey to the young wolf salivating over her flesh, in the form of her virile son. She had no intention of trying to escape, she wanted to be caught and ravaged, to be her son's Valentine's Day feast.

Back in the cabin, she took control of the situation and returned to a semblance of normalcy by offering him dinner. "You hungry?" she asked, bending over and inadvertently displaying her ass ...