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First Published: 26 February 2016

Summer Break
by Isabella

Story Code: m/F, Incest, Mum/Son

Summer had arrived at last, Robin had finally broken up from school and I had cancelled all of my work commitments for the summer even though Robin was actually old enough to look after himself, I still loved spending time with him during the holidays, he doesn't actually like me talking about him like this, he feels that at fourteen years old he's too old to be gushed over by his mother.

My husband had invested in a caravan over the spring months; he bought a second hand Fleetwood Sonata Symphony, it was seven years old, had six births and Johnny got it for four thousand under list price because it had been abused by a previous owner. Johnny spent time over the spring with the monster caravan on the drive at the side of the house ripping out all of the damaged woodwork and fittings and refitting the caravan's internals to suit the fact that there were only three in our family.

Johnny had used some new fangled wood substitute, two sheets of very thin wood effect laminate with twenty-five millimetre thick expanded polystyrene sandwiched in between them. The board was so lightweight that even I could lift an eight by four sheet with one hand without a struggle. Johnny built a double bedroom across the back of the caravan, then the toilet and shower room on the right. With a single bedroom at the side of the toilet for Robin and a living room at the front of the van, the kitchen and door were in the middle of the van opposite the bathroom and Robin's bedroom. The insulated walls meant that we'd have a little more privacy than the original caravan, us and Robin too.

The major plan was for Johnny to drag the caravan down to the coast, someplace like Brighton, park the caravan and stay with us for the weekend and on Monday Johnny would pop back to London to work and return on the Friday for the weekend again. Over the long holiday Johnny planned to try and get away for one or two weeks, even if not consecutive weeks, just so we could all spend a little quality time together.

It was one of the unfortunate side effects of Johnny's job but the summer was his busiest time of the year and we rarely had a beach holiday as a family. We had a great weekend, Johnny was in his element setting up our campsite and testing all of the features he'd built into the caravan. He'd made Robin's bed so that it could be a two foot six inch wide bed when Robin needed extra floor space or it could be pulled out by eighteen inches and the back cushion used to fill in the gap and turn the bed into a four foot wide bed when Robin didn't need the extra floor space.

The weekend was great but it was a little heart wrenching on Monday morning when Johnny left for work, this would be the first time we'd spent a night apart. I stood in my dressing gown and nighty waving Johnny goodbye and noticed that a woman three vans down the line seemed to be doing the same to her husband, I'd seen the woman about on Sunday, she had been with a boy that looked exactly the same age as Robin and he looked about as bored as Robin did too. Probably, like Robin he was still in bed imitating 'Kevin' one of Harry Enfield's characters off of the TV.

Robin didn't get out of bed until almost lunch time, I cooked lunch, we ate it and then I told Robin to put his trunks on while I changed into my bikini, I pulled a thin dress on top of my bikini just so I could walk across the campsite on my way to the beach. Robin had put shorts and t-shirt on over his trunks, his usual Manchester United strip even though we lived one hundred and seventy miles away from Manchester and Robin had never seen them play live, he was still a fanatical Manchester United fan.

I was carrying a beach bag with towels, bottled water and sunscreen, just in case the sun actually came out in the afternoon as forecast and Robin carried his 'Game Boy'. Robin was grumbling and griping all the way to the beach, he really didn't want to be in Bournemouth and who could blame him, we had never spent any time on a beach before, he was ill-equipped to deal with sunshine and fresh air.

I realised that we were following the woman from three caravans away and her son, he was also dressed in a Manchester United football strip, looked the same age as Robin and if I wasn't mistaken he too had a 'game Boy' in his hand, if they were going to be around all week perhaps Robin and the other boy might make friends and with that in mind I followed the woman to the area of the beach that she had chosen to sit, just so the boys could 'bump' onto each other naturally.

Shortly after we'd settled down on our towels the sun came out and I started trying to encourage Robin out of his football kit to let the sun get at his body, I suggested he might like to go into the sea but he shot me down with a simple comment, "Too cold!"

Our neighbour was having a similar conversation with her son, I quickly found that his name was Brian and after thirty minutes of us cajoling our sons to get into the spirit of the beach holiday and stop playing with their electronic games we both gave up. Eventually we got talking; we had three things in common, our caravan holiday in Bournemouth, our teenaged sons, and our husband's spending the weekend with us and then returning to London to work.

Her name was Sarah, she was five years older than me but our son's were actually the same age, Sarah had a daughter too but her daughter had refused point blank to holidaying with her mother, "Anna has a new boyfriend and she's not willing to risk him looking for another girl while she's here for four weeks."

"Oh, you're stopping here for four weeks, Robin and I are here for the whole summer holiday, how old is Anna?"

"Anna's fifteen."

"Oh, you left a fifteen year old home alone in London for the weekend then?"

"She wasn't alone, her boyfriend's stopping with her."

I must have had a shocked look on my face because Sarah had to fight to keep the smile off of her face at my obvious look of disapproval.

When I finally got my wits back I said, "Weren't you worried that your house would be destroyed, leaving two teenagers alone in the house all weekend?"

Sarah took a swallow from her water bottle to hide her wide grin, she cleared her throat and said, "Oh no, they aren't both teenagers, Tom, Anna's boyfriend is twenty-five, so I'm sure there won't be any problems."

"Twenty-five, doesn't that bother you?"

Sarah lost her smile, there was a little shake of her head, "No, I've slept soundly at night ever since I got her on birth control implants!"

Robin finally got round to talking to Brian and the two of them wandered off to the water's edge deep in conversation, they chatted away for almost an hour skimming stones out into the ocean as they chatted. Brian seemed very interested in a woman that was walking to the beach heavily laden with all of the paraphernalia that a woman might need for an afternoon's visit to the beach.

There was a sudden flurry of activity from Brian, his shirt and shorts came off in a flash and he started strutting about in his Speedo trunks that looked little more than a woman's thong in size and they were having trouble concealing his cock. I must have looked confused at Sarah's son's sudden burst of activity and near nakedness, Sarah looked around, "Ah, good looking woman approaching, Brian's going through his mating ritual, strutting and posing to attract her attention."

'But he's only fourteen, she looks as old as me, surely he wouldn't waste his time performing for her!' ran through my mind.

It was almost entertaining, Robin was watching Brian flirting and posing in front of the woman I thought that Brian was failing and falling flat on his face for two hours and then he offered to rub sun screen into the woman's back and she let him. I saw Brian taking liberties as he pretended to innocently slip his hands under her bikini top, 'She's going to slap his face for that!' But I was wrong, she just laughed and two minutes later his hands slipped into her bikini top again, this time it was no quick slip, he had a good long fumble around her breasts and he nuzzled her ear a little and then he whispered something and went back to his mother's side and put his shorts and t-shirt back on.

The woman was packing her possessions away and she walked off leaving her lounger and cool box, Brian winked at Robin as he picked the woman's lounger and cool box up and followed the woman back towards the camping ground.

Sarah was watching her son following the woman, "Well, I guess that's the last I'll see of him for a few days!"

I was a little shocked at that comment from the mother of a fourteen year old boy and gave her a shocked look.

"Don't look at me like that, I know my son, he can spot a bitch on heat from a hundred yards and he won't leave her side until she's back on an even keel and comes to her senses. That one has just walked out on her husband, he's got the house and she's in their holiday home, well for the moment but as soon as their lawyers get through with the divorce their lowyers will own both."

"You know the woman?"

"She's a regular here, we often see her at their mobile home when she and her husband have a bust up but this time she's serious and Brian knows just what she comes down here looking for, he's watched her for three years at least taking a stream of different men home to her caravan from the club."

"Different men at the club looking for..." I looked over at Robin, now that he didn't have Brian to chat with Robin was back sitting by my feet holding his electronic game in his hand but definitely not playing on it, his ears were flapping far too much. "...erm, for comfort?"

"This place is rife with it, especially mid week, people can get here from most of the London suburbs in an hour, they rent a static van and party for a few hours, they're attracted by the hen parties going on in Brighton's centre and the girls often flop down here on the caravan site because it's a tenth of the price of a hotel room and the manager here doesn't care if there are six girls to a caravan or twelve, he turns a blind eye to everything that goes on here because he often gets looked after himself."

Sarah changed her position on her lounger, I caught her movement out of the corner of my eye, Robin didn't miss it, he was staring up the length of her sun lounger and as she opened her legs to push herself over onto her side Robin got a flash erection in his trunks and when he realised that I was looking at him he quickly moved his forearm to cover his embarrassment. I think that Sarah spotted my son's interest in her because she turned her body four times in twenty minutes and every time she did her legs opened overly wide and gave Robin a smile when she saw him trying to hide his erection from me.

I started feeling hungry about four o'clock so we packed up and dragged all of our stuff back to our caravan. "Would you like me to cook tonight or shall we go out on the town?"

"Can we try and find a kebab shop?"

"Yes if you like."

"An eat-in kebab shop?"

"Probably won't find an eat-in but we can eat a kebab on the promenade if you like."

We walked down past the marina looking out to sea and the beach next to the marina had five nudists parading up and down, Three men and two women walking back and forty packing away their things as the sun was cooling down and a light breeze was toying with their towels as they tried to fold them up. Robin watched the women closely as they bent and stretched until they started to get dressed.

"Mum, why did you stop walking around at home in the nude?"

"What?"

"You know, when I was younger, you and dad were always walking around at home in the nude."

'How the hell can he remember that, we haven't done it in ten years or more.'

"How come you can't remember when it's your turn to take the rubbish out but you remember something that happened when you were a toddler?"

"I remember that you and dad were always naked at home, always cuddling together and doing other things. I used to hear you when I was in bed and come to your bedroom, sometimes you let me get into bed with you and dad and dad used to keep doing you while I was in bed with you."

'Oh my God! He was too young to remember any of that stuff surely!'

The women were both covered up, the men were still naked but Robin had no interest in looking at them so we continued our walk into the centre of town and found a Turkish Restaurant to eat our dinner in. I loved eating a donner kebab walking down the street, couldn't do it very often though because there were about a trillion calories in a donner kebab but eating in was a totally different experience, one that Robin liked more than me.

We had a rum baba for pudding, just one between the two of us and as we shared the cake experience Robin said, "Can we go to the nudist beach tomorrow to sunbathe? Brian said it's a dead good place to..."

Robin went suddenly quiet, "A dead good place to what?"

"You know, to...well...to meet people, you know, new people, different people. Brian says that the people at the nudie beach are more relaxed than on the beach up by the camp site."

Robin had shown no interest in girls as far as I could see, obviously I couldn't possibly know what he did at school or those hours between school and my getting home, but in one afternoon he'd gone from no interest to some kind of rampant pervert.

"I don't think I'd really like to go nude in public darling."

"You loved going nude at home, well you did for a long time at any rate, why did you suddenly stop doing it?"

I sat back in my seat and tried to remember back that far, back to the last time I'd gone naked at home, Johnny and I would literally run around the house in the nude, especially once I'd put Robin down for the night or even for just a nap in the afternoon, we'd be at it like rabbits, fucking all over the house and not just once or twice a day either, sometimes we'd have five or six fucks throughout the day. That was when Johnny was working at home though, if Robin was awake I'd pop him in his playpen with an arm full of toys and Johnny would drag me off into the kitchen, the bedroom, the hallway by the front door, the bottom step of the stairs, the top step of the stairs, Johnny's office and even in the back garden once or twice.

The last time I was naked, Robin was four, Johnny and I had started fucking in the living room and Johnny carried me up the stairs to bed still attached to his cock and threw me into bed. Robin wandered into the bedroom and climbed into bed with us, I had pulled away from Johnny and had turned to Robin trying to settle him down and Johnny slipped up close behind me and plugged himself in behind me and started fucking me all over again. I felt fingertips rubbing through my pubic hair, I thought that it was Johnny's fingertips brushing lightly across my pussy mound until the fingers rubbed between my thighs and I realised that the fingers were far too small to be Johnny's.

I had managed to control myself enough to stop Johnny fucking me and I took Robin back to his own bedroom and then Johnny and I had a long conversation and came to the conclusion that we'd need to stop running around naked because Robin was getting too old, getting to the age that he was able to understand things more.

Actually, once we stopped being naked and available to each other it was almost the end of our sex lives. From that day onwards we only actually fucked when Robin was at a friend's sleepover or when Robin was stopping overnight at his grandparent's house.

"I think we stopped doing that when you got old enough to understand what we were doing."

I paid the bill and we left the restaurant, we took a slow walk back to the campsite, just inside the entrance to the site were the permanent pitches, the largest mobile home was far from a caravan, it was a double-wide unit and the curtains were wide open, I recognised the woman that Brian had helped out earlier, she was wearing a kimono and sitting on the window seat, Brian suddenly appeared from the back of the mobile home wearing just his underpants and carrying two cans of beer. I watched as Brian placed the cans on the occasional table in front of the long window seat and then he dropped down at her side and I watched as he slipped his hand inside her kimono.

I had to quite literally drag Robin away from the front of the double wide unit as Brian and the woman rolled out of sight behind the back cushion of the window seat.

Once we got to our caravan I decided that I really needed a cold shower, it had been a very long time since I last had sex and it was going to be four more days before I could even get the chance of sex with my husband and I could at least work off a little frustration in the shower, but not the shower in the caravan, I'd have to go down to the shower block near the clubhouse.

I grabbed my towel and wash bag and headed for the door, Robin asked me where I was going and I told him I was going for a shower, "I need a shower too, the sun screen from earlier feels all sticky now."

I was gob-smacked to say the least, I'd known my son all of his life and this was the first time he'd ever volunteered to take a shower. He ran out of the caravan after me throwing his towel over his shoulder and tucking his wash bag under his arm, I had turned left at the main road to walk the half mile to the club house and its new toilet and shower clock.

"Mum, the other shower block is a lot closer, let's go there."

I allowed myself to be turned around and head to the old shower block, it had been old before the camp site was laid out, it had been an old donkey shed for many years before the farm was sold to make a camp site. The donkey shed had been partitioned off along the middle, lengthwise and the pipe work for the toilets, sinks and shower cubicles had been run along the surface of the partition wall. I stripped off and started to lather my body paying special attention to that nasty itch between my thighs, I didn't want to go too far too fast because the only sound to deaden my orgasm was the sound of water from the shower head, I shivered through a petite orgasm and then I saw a light blinking on the rear wall of the shower cubicle.

I saw the light flash three or four times, it looked like a little LED but I couldn't see why there would be a flashing light on a fifty year old wall, I was still rubbing between my legs, still enjoying the feeling of mild orgasmic quakes flooding through my body as I leaned in to the back wall to look at the light. My eye took a little time to rationalise the light but then it suddenly stopped flashing and I realised that I was looking through a spy hole through into the men's shower block and there, leaning back against his cubicle's door was Robin, his cock in his hand, hard like a flag pole and he was rubbing for all he was worth until a jet of cream leaped out of his python and splattered against the wall separating us.

I was still giving myself pleasure when I realised that I was watching my fourteen year old son masturbating himself after watching me naked in the shower and it took me forever to be able to stop myself. Robin shook the end of his cock and then he headed back for the hole in the wall to look through again.

I jumped back away from the wall, I didn't want Robin to know that I'd seen him masturbating but now I had another dilemma, Robin had seen what I had been doing, if I suddenly hid my body and started acting all coy he would know that I'd seen what he was up to. I stopped masturbating myself and just went through the motions of finishing my shower.

I have to say if I was turned on before I started to masturbate myself I was doubly or trebly turned on knowing that Robin was spying on me as I washed the soap suds from my naked body. I did try and keep my back to my son as much as possible but it was starting to look very contrived to me, never mind my horny son so from time to time I had to turn to face the wall to play the water over my breasts, belly and lower down.

I turned the water off and I wrapped my body in my towel and then I pulled my dressing gown on over the top of the towel.. I left the shower block expecting Robin to take longer to get out of the shower block than me as he would have to get dressed before he could come out because he hadn't taken his dressing gown with him to the showers.

Robin came bounding out of the showers wrapped in a towel and carrying his clothes and wash bag in his hands. He walked at my side as if he hadn't just been peeking at me while he masturbated himself, he was just making small talk with me all the way back to our caravan as if everything was totally normal.

In the van Robin offered me a coffee and I sat in the window seat while I waited for Robin to make the coffee. I sat there playing what I'd seen Brian doing in the double wide van through in my head, okay, I was wearing a towelling dressing gown rather than a silk kimono and I was swaddled in a towel rather than being naked under my dressing gown like the woman with Brian. Robin brought me my coffee and then he went to his bedroom, another difference, he returned wearing his pyjama bottoms and carrying his towel, "Where are the pegs mum?"

"In a box under the sink."

"I'm going to hang my towel out to dry; you want me to hang yours out while I'm doing it?"

It was a bit of a struggle to get my towel untangled from my body without exposing myself too much but I did a reasonably good job, just flashing a little boob and a lot of thigh. Robin was back in a flash; he turned off half the lights and closed the blinds down locking the rest of the world out and us inside the caravan. Robin turned the TV on and selected channel four, there was the typical, 'Near the knuckle' drama, all adult theme, nudity and swearing. Robin slipped in at my side on the bench seat and then leaned against me, the heat from his chest transferring through my dressing gown.

I leaned forward and picked up my coffee and took a sip, Robin was looking hopefully in my direction, hoping that I'd relax my grip on my dressing gown. I took several gulps of the hot coffee before putting the half empty cup down again on the table. I settled back down on the seat, Robin's right arm was behind my back and as I settled back Robin turned his body towards me more and he draped his left arm across my body.

We lounged together watching the naked couple getting close to sex on the TV and before I knew it I realised that Robin's hand was inside my dressing gown and he was stroking my bare stomach. I knew that the couple on the TV were only simulating sex but to Robin's inexperienced eyes it looked like the real deal and then I felt his cock poking against my bottom and he was moving his hips subtly so that the head of his bare cock was rubbing against my towelling covered buttock.

I felt Robin kissing my arm and up to my shoulder, "Do you think the girl on the TV is pretty mum?"

"Yes, they wouldn't have cast her if she wasn't!"

"I think you're prettier than her, your breasts are a lot bigger and better shaped."

As he told me what he thought of my breasts his hand slipped up from my stomach under my dressing gown and cupped his palm under my right breast, palpating it gently. The titles started rolling to indicate the end of the film just as the heroine was gasping through a fake orgasm.

Robin let go of my breast and pulled his hand out of my dressinggown leaving the top open slightly and he reached for my coffee cup and handed it to me. I drank it in one swallow, "Can I leave the cups until the morning mum?"

I nodded my head, he used the remote to turn the TV off and then he reached for my hand and pulled me to my feet, he almost dragged me to my bedroom and through the open door, "Hey, where do you think you're going?"

"I want to sleep with you like I did when I was younger."

"You can't, we can't...I'm your mother, it would be wrong."

"I don't want to fuck you, just sleep with you."

I didn't put up any fight as Robin pulled me over to my bed and eased my dressing gown off of my shoulders, he dropped his pyjama bottoms to the floor and turned my light out, before the light went off I saw his erection, he was only fourteen but his cock looked like that of an adult, a halo of thick black hair surrounding his cock and balls.

He climbed into my bed; all I had on top of my bed was a single cotton sheet because it was so warm in the caravan. Robin slithered in close to me and he started to explore my body with his hands and his mouth, at some point he placed my right hand on his cock and I was rubbing him lazily. His lips covered mine and his tongue slipped into my mouth, I was still holding his cock as he eased his body on top of mine, he wriggled his hips forcing my thighs apart, he broke the kiss just long enough to say, "It's up to you now!" and his lips covered mine again.

I was still holding his cock in my hand, my fingers the only barrier to his cock slipping into my cunt. Robin buried his tongue as deeply into my mouth as he could and both hands were massaging my breasts as he was humping my hand against my own cunt, eventually I allowed my hand to slip out of the way and his cock sheathed itself deep in my cunt in one swift movement. I felt his lips curl into a smile against my mouth and then he set off at a slow pace just sawing his cock in and out of my body. As he built up the pressure I lost control of my senses and started baying at the moon, I was making far more noise than I ever made with Johnny, it wasn't Robin's size or his technique that drove me through to one of my most powerful and most vocal orgasms of my life, it was just the sheer taboo, the sheer wrongness of what I was allowing my son to do to me.

It was like I was a teenager all over again, Robin was like a stallion with his blood up, he had climaxed at least once in the shower but he could have climaxed twice or more, I had no idea but he was actually fucking me for an hour with no sign of him getting close to an orgasm and then suddenly he began jerking uncontrollably and his seed spewed out into my cunt like a scalding hot river of lava. He fell against my body and panted for a few seconds and then his hips started rocking and rolling, his cock never got a chance to go properly flaccid before he was off and fucking all over again.

I actually fell asleep laying on my back with Robin still pounding his meat into my body and when I woke up he was still there, rocking slowly on top of me. He saw my eyes open and he kissed my lips quickly, "I'm sorry mum, I obviously lied to you last night, I did want to fuck you, I was desperate to fuck you, you're all I think about whenever I masturbate."

He kissed me again, "Are we having cereals today or are we going over to the cafe for something?"

I stretched languidly with him still rocking his cock in and out of my cunt, "We don't have enough milk for cereals so we've either got to go to the camp shop for a pint or to the cafe for breakfast."

"Can I finish fucking you first or do you want to have breakfast first and then come back here for me to finish off?"

"Robin, what we did last night was really wrong and we must never repeat it again!"

"Well, in that case I'd better make the most of my last ever fuck!"

I checked the clock, it was seven o'clock and at eleven o'clock I said, "If we don't go over to the cafe in the next five minutes they will have stopped serving breakfasts!"

"Okay. So we'll miss breakfast, we could both do with missing a meal or two."

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