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ToWriteAndWander

ToWriteAndWander

Not all those who wander are lost.
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Jun 8, 2020
Andrew was not a happy camper.

In fact, Andrew was an angry, fuming, dripping wet camper!

Torn from his quiet, peaceful, technology filled world by his parents, their idea of exposing him to new things had backfired horribly on them. It was the beginning of Spring Break and his father - Peter, always the outdoorsman - had decided that his video game loving, antisocial son could use some real world experiences and get out for a bit. The first day had been a short once once they had arrived at the river. Oh, right...they weren't just hiking and camping, they were canoeing down a river and camping - to 'build character and muscle'. The second day had been more of the same, just longer, leaving his hands sore from paddling - they weren't used to hard things! - and shoulders too. Today, though, their second full day (Sunday) had turned into a nightmare.

Some poor guidance and a strong current had pushed their canoe into some overhanging branches, tipping it and everything in it out. Andrew had been in charge of securing his own gear and tent in the Canoe, using the knots his father had taught. Alas, he had failed miserably, and watched in dismay as most of his belongings for the trip floated away down river never to be seen again. It took some time of spluttering around in the river before they were able to get out onto the back, right their canoe, and get back in it. This was the only time Andrew was happy to paddle, using the motion to warm his now drenched and cold body.

They made it to their next campsite with no further issues and got a fire going as soon as they could. Only the food, his parents tent, and a few blankets had remained unscathed from the water. They hung what clothes they could to dry and huddled around the fire themselves, trying to warm and dry too. Dinner was eaten in silence, warming them briefly from the inside out, before it was determined time to make the best of it and go to bed.

Andrew was horrified, forced to strip naked to get out of wet clothes before getting into the tent with his equally naked parents! He squeezed into the corner, as far away from his mother as he could get without slipping out from under the blanket, or pressing up against the tent. He had learned the hard way on the first night that condensation collected at the top of the tent and ran down the sides, making them wet. It had been a rude awakening! Eventually, however, Andrew dozed off to sleep.

He awoke with a start. Without his watch - it had not been waterproof afterall! - he had no idea what time it was. What he was aware of was the warmth radiating from his mother's body against his own. In the night they had both apparently shifted until he was spooning against her back. But that wasn't what had caused him to wake. Oh no, he had awoken because his cock had hardened in the night and was now pressing right up against his mothers ass.

Andrew had never been naked with another person before. He had also never kissed a girl before. So he was very acutely aware of just where his naked cock was, how hard and erect it was, and how the warmth and friction of it pressing against his mothers ass felt. GOOD. He bit his lip and tried to determine if she was awake and aware of him as well. She was not so he gingerly decided to make the best of the situation - it was not everyday your hot MILF of a mom was naked beside you with your cock pressed against her!

Andrew slowly began to gyrate his hips, rubbing the length of his cock along the crack of her ass. His hairy balls pressed pleasantly against the curve of her ass close to where it met the back of her thighs. He bit his lip to keep from making some noise. It appeared his mother was a sound sleeper so he bravely put a hand on her hip, under the blanket that covered them both up to their shoulders. She showed no signs of waking so he started to grind against her with a little more force and speed. Curiosity soon got the better of him as well - his hand sliding up her side to reach under over her arm to plant his hand lightly on one of her breasts. He had longed imagined what a breast would feel like and now he was finding out!
 
This hadn't been how Sharon had envisoned their so called 'family vacation' to go.
It had been Peter's idea of course. Her husband loved a lot of outdoor activities and camping had sounded wonderful to her ears when he had first mentioned his planned trip to her.
Just them and their son Andrew in a secluded area, giving them the rare opportunity to bond as a family. Alas the trip turned out to be a nightmare. Peter had failed to mention to her that he had booked them canoes. If he had...maybe she would have voiced her concerns earlier and their son wouldn't have to live with the horror of sharing a tent with his parents for the rest of the trip.

The whole ordeal had left Sharon beyond exhausted...which partially might have to do with her fears of almost drowning when their canoe keeled over, among other things, but who kept track?
So it hadn't been a huge surprise to her when she fell asleep as soon as she had shed her wet clothes and nestled into the only dry blanket they still had left.
What did surprise her however was an...odd feeling in the middle of the night. It had to be night...or maybe it was a dream? Whatever it was, it stirred her from her slumber a little. Whatever it was...it didn't feel entirely unpleasant. The sudden warmth of a hand on her hip made her sigh contently. It still was chilling under the blanket and she was grateful for Peter to be pressed against as much as he was. That was when she realized what had even awoken her in the first place.

A cock...her husbands cock was rubbing along her butt. His balls pressed against her cheeks with each grind, sending shudders down her spine.
This was...certainly an unexpected developement, but not one she found too bothersome. If anything it was daring. Their son was sleeping right next to them. But it had been so long since Peter had touched her at all. Their relationship had always been one born out of responsibilities, after she had fallen pregnant with Andrew, but now it seemed Peter wanted to try and salvage whatever was left between them after all.
Her mind began to drift off again, as she decided to simply enjoy her husband's ministrations for now.
The warm hand had wandered to one of her breasts, warming the flesh benath it. Sharon pressed against the body behind her, an almost subconscious plea to continue what he was doing.
It had been far too long.
 
Andrew had never been so hard in his life. He paused what he was doing as he felt her press back against him - but she still seemed to be asleep! The added pressure was too good to pass up on, though and he started to grind his hips against her. He rubbed his hard cock and balls against her tight, firm ass in the most pleasant of ways. It certainly beat jerking off using his hand - the feel of some one else against his bare cock was one that he wanted to savior!

And her breast?! It felt better than it had looked, all those times he had sneaked peeks at her. He couldn't help but squeeze it a little, like he had seen in porn. His fingers soon found her nipple, stroking over it as well, marveling at the way it started out soft and then hardened under his touch - not unlike his cock, growing from soft to hard with arousal. He bit his lip to stop from moaning, the sensations overloading his body.
 
Sharon visibly shuddered with each grind, her hips twitching at the feel of her husband's cock and balls rubbing and pressing against her butt. Maybe this trip wouldn't be so bad after all. Not if it finally brought them closer together again. Still...the thought of their son right next to them send a pang of heat into her belly. Did...did he really want to...? Her face flushed a bright red, not that anyone could see it in the darkness. She found that the idea wasn't exactly unappealing to her.

The hand on her breast finally moved, squeezing ever so slightly, as diligent fingers toyed with her nipple, sending jolts of eletric waves directly into her core. It felt good. If this wound up to be a dream she didn't want to wake up. Another, louder sigh escaped her lips, as she arched her back into his touch. Hopefully it would either encourage or discourage her husband from going further. She honestly didn't know what she wanted more, but a shameful, small part of her hoped for the former.
 
He froze again as she moved once more, but it only seemed to be to press her breast into his hand even more, and her ass against his hard cock. Did she know she was doing this? He knew, deep down, that he should stop before things went any further, but he couldn't help it. He squeezed her breast with more confidence, rubbing his thumb repeatedly over her hard nipple. And then he made a mistake.

He drew his hips back, almost as far as he could rub his entire length against her ass, but he shifted position had changed the angle. As he pressed forward, his cock slid between her legs instead, its bulbous head plowing through the moist folds of her pussy. He gasped at the feeling, the length of his shaft resting against her treasure box. He'd never touched a pussy before - let alone had his cock rub up against one!
 
Her breath hitched when she felt her breast squeezed in a much firmer way. She hadn't thought that Peter could be such a tease...not that she complained, but when his length finally slid through her folds and nestled against her entrance, she had the sudden urge to be closer to him. And if he wanted to tease, she would do so as well.
Squeezing her legs together she could feel his pulsating cock, her hips rocking forward to the point she felt his member slipping out from her grasp. Feigning a yawn she rolled over, pressing her front against Peter, her eyes still closed.

His chest was warm, as was the hand that was now trapped between it and her breasts. She could feel his member straining against her abdomen. Carefully she entangled on of her legs with his. If nothing else would happen, this position would be warm and comfortable enough to lull her completely back to sleep.
 
Andrew's eyes opened in the darkness, not that he could see much, as his mother rolled in his embraced, pressing her naked body against his. He could feel her breasts against his chest, his hand trapped and squeezing one. His big, hard cock poked into her belly. He was a virgin, incapable of making the first real move on her, but was far too horny to just go to sleep, despite how good it felt to have a naked, female body pressed against him.

He twisted his torso, freeing his arm from between them. He wrapped it around her, then boldly slid it downwards. He caressed her ass, squeezing its firm cheeks, before trailing his fingers down her crack. He rubbed them over her puckered rear passage, wondering if girls actually liked anal or if it was just a porn thing, before boldly sliding his fingers to the folds of her moist sex. He slowly started to rub her there, not wanting to wake her up.
 
A soft, almost inaudible moan escaped from Sharon's lips when his now freed hand ended up caressing and squeezing her cheeks. She couldn't remember a time where Peter had given that part of her body any kind of attention before, but she deeply enjoyed it. They had never truly been an adventurous couple, but the hand trailing over rear gave her a slight pause. Would that be something she could enjoy? Maybe...in a more secure enviorment, in their home, she could approach him with her thoughts on this topic...her curiosity.

Her thoughts were sharply interrupted as soon as his fingers came into contact with her her folds, sending a wave of heat straight to her core, as warmth pooled between her legs. She whimpered softly, not completely able to suppress the noise. Her hips jolted forward, pressing against his errection. A tremour ran through her hands, as she placed them against his chest in a silent plea.
 
If his mother wanted his cock inside of her, she'd have to guide him in. Andrew may be horny, but he wasn't that brave - to fuck his own mother! His touch seemed to be pleasing her though, so he continued to stroke her smooth, wet pussy. The feeling of her folds was exactly like he had imagined it - smooth, warm and soft.

His fingers, of course, didn't quite know what they were doing, or where to touch, simply brushing his finger tips back and forth along the length of her slit. She'd kill him if she woke up and saw that it was her own son fingering her!
 
A quiver ran down the small of her back. Peter didn't seem to want to stop this teasing of hers, but she was too wound up to fully calm down and fall back into slumber.
With baited breath she shifted against him a little. Enough for one of her hands to fall between his legs to steady his cock, as she brought her hips down. She could feel his pulsating tip against her entrance. Sharon knew by now she was wet enough for him.

Using their entertwined legs as leverage, she pressed forward, the cock's head slightly larger than she remembered. It took a few tries before the tip finally entered her and she gasped at its girth. It had been far too long since her and Peter had come together like this. She must have forgotten just how big he was.
 
Her move nearly startled him, her hand reaching down for his cock. He stopped stroking her, feeling her adjust herself, bringing the tip of his cock to her pussy. He groaned softly with pleasure as she forced his cock into her. Her pussy was so tight around the head of his cock - was it always like this? But there was certainly no turning back now. He was about to fuck his mother!

The position, though, was an awkward one, facing each other while laying on their sides. So he boldly pressed his body against hers, rolling her back onto her back, rolling on top of her. With his added weight pressing down on her, more of his cock slid into her pussy.

He buried his face against the side of her neck, her breasts squished against his chest, and began thrusting - inch by inch until his full, nearly 10 inch long cock was inside of her. He nearly came at that moment, holding himself there, basking in the sensations of her pussy squeezing around him.
 
She must have finally flipped a switch inside him, as she was forced to roll onto her back. Whimpering quietly, she felt more of his cock slide inside her.
His hot breath against her neck made her hair stand on end and yet he felt so good on top of her. Peters chest felt heavenly against her breasts, her hands sneaking around his back to keep him close, as he began to thrust into her.

So...big...
Had Peter always felt like that?
She couldn't remember, it had been such a long time and they had been so much younger back then. She couldn't say she didn't like this surprise though. The way he filled her more and more with each added thrust drove her crazy with a need she had long forgotten existed within her. When she finally bottomed out she almsot yelped, his tip pressing strongly against her cervix.
Her walls tried their best to adjust to his size, as her legs circled around him. Whether to keep him in place or to get him moving again she couldn't quite say.
 
Andrew knew they had to be quiet, with his father sleeping right next to him. But it was so hard, especially as she wrapped her legs around him, drawing him in deeper. Now he knew why people loved to have sex - it felt so good, having his cock buried in her pussy like it was a sheath. He ground his hips against her. "Mhm, fuck, you feel so good...mom." He murmurs, voice muffled by his mouth pressed against her neck.

He began thrusting then. Slowly, getting used to the motion, an inch at a time, until he was moving half his length back and forth...a solid 4 inches longer, and thicker, than his own father. He wasn't going to last long though. He could already feel his orgasm starting to coil in his balls.
 
Sharon could feel him pressing in even deeper, the sensation of him inside her invading her mind...before his murmured words finally registered within her.
Mom...?
No...no, it couldn't be!
"A...andrew...", she whispered, her voice sounding way too needy, even to her own ears...too wound up. This way her son would get the wrong idea. They-
Oh God...she was sleeping with her son!

She was horrified. It made so much sense. Peter had never touched her like this, never teased her and couldn't have suddenly grown a few inches. She needed to put a stop to this. To get Andrew to pull out and never talk about this ever again.

His first thrust broke her resolve almost immediately. Biting the inner side of her cheek, she cubed a moan that wanted to escape her.
Why did it feel so good?
Gods...he was so big...
Her hips began to met his thrusts subconsciously, his cock slamming against her cervix repeatedly, making her see stars in the process.

Surely...one time would be alright.
No one but them had to know.

Running her hand through his hair she lost herself in the sensation of him being so deep inside her.

"An...Andrew...please..."

She didn't know what exactly she was asking for, only that her son made her feel something she had never felt before.
 
Instead of pushing him away, she seemed to encourage him with her body. Not that he needed any encouraging though! He grunted softly with the effort, his breath hot against her skin. He was going to cum!

He managed a few more thrusts then buried his meaty shaft inside of her. She'd feel it pulsate as his balls clenched together, filling her with spurt after spurt of his seed. He bit her shoulder - not hard - as he came, stifling his moan of pleasure as he emptied his balls into her. His whole body was tense, lasting several seconds.

Spent, he slowly pulled out of her before rolling back onto his side under the covers, one arm draped over her stomach. It wasn't long after that his breathing steadied, the spent teen quickly falling asleep.

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In the morning, the sun illuminating the tent, Peter was the first to awake. He was unaware of what had happened in the night, or that at that moment his son was hard and pressed against his wife.

Andrew, in his sleep, had grown hard once more. On his side like during the night, his torso leaned away from his mother, but that big, hard cock poked her ass. He was still sound asleep even as his father nudged her awake.

Peter gave her a soft kiss on the forehead as he shook her awake. "I'm going to go fish for breakfast and put our wet stuff in the sun. Sleep in for another hour or so and then breakfast will be ready." He murmurs softly, before crawling out of the tent - giving her a view of his ass and much smaller, softer dick before he moved from sight, zipping the tent up behind him.
 
It ended far too soon for her liking.
The moment he came inside her alarm bells started to ring in her head, but she pushed them away, trying to enjoy the warm spurts of his seed that filled her womb.
She hadn't managed to cum herself, but that was to be expected with a first timer. All those new sensations...it was probably hard to hold back. In the end Sharon felt...satisfied of sorts.

She could feel Andrew rolling around, his breathing evening out ever so slightly, as he fell back asleep.
The act had left her quite tired as well. She knew she should think about what she just did, but...she was too tired and her thoughts too jumbled and unfocused.

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She was roused again by a soft kiss on her forehead. Squnting at the person who shook her, she realized with a start that it was morning again. A dim light illuminated the tent and her eyes followed the retreating form of Peter who exited the tent, his soft member swinging when he crawled outside.
How could she have ever thought his dick could be big?

Sharon's eyes widened as the events from the night caught up with her.
She turned her head and gazed at the still sleeping foem of her son...
She had sex with her son!
Unprotected sex no less!
What was wrong with her?
Andrew was her baby. She gave birth to him.

That's when she felt his hard cock pressing against her butt yet again.
The cock that earlier that day had been buried and spilled deep inside her.

With all of the restraint she could muster she rolled away and sat up, nudging her son awake.
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad?
He could believe it was just a dream.
He would never need to know what happened.
And one time of unprotected sex wouldn't yield to a pregnancy.
Everything would be fine.
 
Andrew was a deep sleeper himself most of the time - especially after the events of the night.

When she tried to rouse him, he didn't budge.

An arm did extend up and out of the blankets, pushing it down just past his hips. She'd see that big, hard cock for the first time.

Its shaft rose from a mattering of thick pubic hair, the head half covered by his foreskin. Thick veins bulged along its side and it lay off to one side, pointing towards the ground as he lay on his side.

He shifted then, scooting over a little to occupy the center of the tent, the spot where his mother had been, finding it warmer than his own. He lay on his back now, his cock flopping to lay pointing towards one hip, his legs parted slightly showing off his big, heavy balls.

A simple nudge was not going to be enough to make him wake up.
 
Sharon felt a pang of arousal as she saw her boy in all his naked glory.
It would be so easy to just slide onto his cock and ride him, but she wouldn't take advantage of her own child...even though the thought alone caused heat to pool between her legs.

She shook Andrew, firmer this time.
"Andrew, I need you to wake up, sweetheart."
She tried desperately not to look at his immense balls.
Peter had never let her touch his, arguing that they were the prices possession of a man and she wouldn't know how to handle them correctly. Then again, Peter and her hadn't have sex in over 5 years now.
 
Andrew stirred a little, but only to swat at her pestering arm. Then he latched onto it and pulled her back down, rolling onto his side to spoon against her warm, soft body.

Much like the position last night, his cock pressed firmly against her ass once more, his arm sliding over her waist to hold her in place. He pressed his chest against her back and nuzzled his face into the back of her head.

To Andrew, he was still asleep, gradually starting to awaken. The confused signals in his brain made him want to get closer to that source of warmth - his naked mother in this case - pressing his body firmly against hers.
 
Sharon couldn't even begin to process what just happened before she found herself in the same position she had started from, spooned by her son with his hard cock pressing against her butt.

The close proximity to him, made the pictures of last night rush to the forefront of her mind. Blushing deeply, she tried to slip from Andrew's grasp, but found that he held on her tightly. She could feel his warm breath against her neck and shuddered, squirming in his hold, brushing against the tip of his cock repeatedly in the process.

"A-Andrew", she tried again, her voice a little higher than usual, "you really need to wake up!"
 
Andrew held onto her, the pleasant sensation of her squirming only rubbing against his cock even more. In a repeated of last night, his body began to react, rubbing back against her, balls and shaft against her ass.

It wasn't long though before he shifted again, his cock dipping down to slide against her pussy once more. An almost identical repeat, only with his arm around her slender waist instead of against her breast.

The sensation of his cock on her pussy caused a muffled moan from him and he started to gyrate his hips back and forth, rubbing the length of his shaft against her pussy, pulling her tightly around the waist.
 
Her eyes widened when Andrew rubbed against her, her body reacting against her will, as heat began to rise inside her, coiling in her stomach and releasing between her legs.

She couldn't suppress the small moan that escaped her, as Andrew's cock came into contact with her pussy, coating it in her excitement. Her hips were acting of their own accord, pressing back into him to get more friction.

Why did it have to feel so good?
She had no control over her body anymore.
Oh how she wanted to feel him inside her once more.

"Andrew", she whispered breathlessly, not at all sure what she wanted him to do.
 
Andrew finally started to return to the land of the living.

He felt her body against his, her hot-wet pussy against his shaft.

Unlike the night before, he wasn't as shy or reserved this morning. His arm around her waist bent at the elbow, coming up to cup and squeeze her breast. He placed a kiss against the back of her neck, where his face was buried.

"Guide me in, mother." He murmurs softly, continuing to grind his cock against her.
 
Her breath hitched once Andrew's hand found her breast, fondling and squeezing it to his hearts content.
She couldn't believe his words...or better yet, she didn't want to believe them. Not when everything inside her screamed to do as he said.

Maybe..maybe she should allow it a second time. It would help Andrew get it out of his system. They could talk about it afterwards. About how it will never happen again.

With labored breath she let her hand fall between her legs, reaching for the massive throbbing cock of his, guiding it to her drenched entrance, pressing it against it.
There really wasn't anything else she could do from this angle.
 
Andrew felt her hand on his thick shaft, feeling his own mother guide him back to her pussy. Last night had clearly not been a mistake.

He pressed his hips forward once he felt the head of his cock against her entrance and thrust an inch in. Then he paused, noticing that the blanket had fallen off of them.

He sat up, on his elbow, to look over her shoulder, but the other side of the tent was empty. Still leaning on his elbow, he looked down the length of her body for the first time, seeing her truly for the first time.

He slid his hand to her hip, for leverage, and laid back down, reaching up with his other to grope her breast. Then he started to thrust, slowly at first.

"You like that, mom?" He moans, sinking deeper and deeper into her. "You like the way I fit inside you?"
 
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