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Subject: Title story: "Kevin's Summer Vacation"" Author: Incestor 61198633
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Date: Sun, 04 Dec 2005 12:02:06 +0000
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Kevin's Summer Vacation" It started out simply enough: a family camping trip to
a hilly region in a neighboring state. But Dad neglected to check out the
weather report (as dads will) before we set off. During the four-hour trip over
back-country roads far from civilization, the skies grew steadily darker. Within
minutes of arriving at a remote campsite, we found ourselves abandoning the
setup of our tents and gear and scrambling for the only shelter available, our
four-wheeler, as the skies opened. Luckily, Dad and I had the presence of mind
to cover our belongings with the tents before ducking for cover. Unfortunately,
however, we were all soaked to the bone by the time we reached the truck. So
there we were, peering glumly through the downpour at our stuff. My sister,
Karen, knew better than to criticize Dad, so she started on me, instead. "Nice
job, Kevin. Now we're all soaked and you left the extra clothes out there." I
would have punched her, but she was in the front passenger seat and I was on the
driver's side in back and I would have had to reach across my Mom next to me to
get at her. "Never mind," Mom said as Dad grumbled under his breath. We were all
left alone to our thoughts as the rain kept on, and on, and on. I turned around
to take inventory of what we did have in the truck and came up with 1 tat- tered
old beach blanket (with sand), a wind breaker, and an old canvas tarp. Everyone
was starting to shiver, but Dad refused to turn on the truck. "If we run this
heater for any length of time we won't have enough gas to get back down the
mountain," he informed us. "Well, I've had about enough of these wet clothes,"
Karen announced, and started to unbutton her shirt. I stared, mouth agape, but
before she opened it, she whirled, snatched the windbreaker out of my hands and
said "Turn around you pervert, while I put this on." I gulpingly did so, while I
heard Dad say "What about me?" "Oh Daddy, you've seen me naked before." I heard
my Dad kind of gulp, then he said "But, umm, you've really grown up, now."
"Okay, all finished," she said. "Here, shithead, spread these out behind you."
And she tossed me her jeans, shirt and (gulp) bra. I could only see the
windbreaker from here, but Dad must have been able to see her panties. Now, I
hadn't thought about my sister naked before, but the image was definitely coming
to mind now, and I realized it would have been a very exciting thing. I imagined
her 18-year-old body, slim, supple, with full breasts. I had never seen them
before, but my mind filled in the details from clues I had: Karen in her
nightgown, Karen at the beach, Karen in a tank top. Karen naked suddenly seemed
like a very fine thing. Karen cupping her tits, Karen sucking a cock, Karen.....
"Kevin?" "Huh, what?" "I said, your sister has the right idea. Would you please
hand me that tarp and turn around." "Yeah, sure." My MOM naked, now there was a
mind-blower. She was 42, but still trim, with full hips and, from what I could
tell, firm, full breasts. I started fantasizing about her next, but with audio
as well, since I'd often heard her passionate moans as she made love to Dad.
Within a few minutes, I had the all clear to turn around again. In the meantime,
Dad had taken the blanket and I was left with nothing. So I stayed in my wet
clothes with the rest of my family down to their skivvies but warmly wrapped up.
With a shrug I turned to the window and tried to sleep. I must have been asleep
for an hour, it was fully dark outside, and I woke up shivering in my still wet
clothes. Figuring that neither they nor I would dry with me still in them, I
stripped to my shorts, huddled back up on the seat, and tried to get back to
sleep. But I was still cold, so I snuck a portion of the tarp away from Mom and
tucked my legs under it. As I tried to settle into a comfortable position, I
managed to glance over at my sister asleep in the front. She was leaning against
the door with her head back and hugging her knees to her chest. I noticed her
panties pulled up tight against her crotch. Leaning a little closer, I felt I
could see the lips of her pussy clearly outlined against the thin nylon! I
settled back into my corner of the back seat and, despite the incongruous
situation, took the opportunity to surreptitiously rub my hard-on through my
shorts. I figured that, with luck, I could bring myself off and no one would be
the wiser. But as I really started to get into it, my Mom stirred next to me on
the seat, awakened by the vibrations. So I shut my eyes and pretended to be
shivering (not much of a stretch.) "Kevin, honey," she whispered gently, shaking
my shoulder. "Huh?" I asked, fake sleepily. "Come here. You're shivering so much
it woke me up. Share this tarp with me." "OKAY!" I thought! "Ah-huh" I mumbled,
acting noncha- lant. I snuggled under the tarp, up against her bare shoulder.
Here I was, mostly naked under covers with my mostly naked Mom, but honestly my
first feelings were of relief at the blessed warmth I found there. But as soon
as I started to get warmed up myself, my throbbing hard-on reasserted itself.
Feigning sleep, I assessed our posi- tions. She was sitting up, her feet on the
floor, but leaning kind of away from me and against the wall, with her arms
crossed. I had my legs curled up behind me, with my head on her shoulder and my
knee touching hers. My right hand lay on the seat between our thighs, my left
held our tarp up under my chin. My mind was whirling, trying to find some way to
take advantage of this. But destiny took a hand, literally. I was slowly
pressing my right hand onto her thigh, pre- tending to snuggle in closer to her.
My plan was to have it end up 'innocently' resting on top of her thigh. Later,
too, I would try to drop the tarp a little so I could get a gander at those
tits. But before I had any chance to try any of this penny-ante perversity, Mom
reached over and patted me on the thigh pat-pat just a little gesture of
affection. But as she drew her hand back, her wrist brushed against my hard-on.
Gasping, she froze. But I instinctively sighed and pretended to still be out
cold. I couldn't believe it when she hesitated, then gave me another pat pat-
pat, this time right on my dick!
I nearly jumped her right there, but kept up my charade. My dick had its own
ideas however, and jumped when she touched it. I couldn't believe this, this
was too good.
Tentatively, she rested her hand directly on my dong and rubbed it slightly. I
still played asleep. As she was still rubbing me ever so gently, I felt her
other hand drop down into her lap, very close to where mine had been wending its
way. Soon I could feel other rhythmic motions. Get this: my Mom was rubbing us
both off! Soon, I felt it was time for action. "Oh, Mom," I breathed in her ear.
She froze, but the incriminating fingerprints were still on my hard-on. "That's
so nice," I said, "don't stop. Keep going." "I can't," she whispered, "I
shouldn't. I'm so sorry." She started to pull her hand away. I gripped her wrist
gently, though, and pulled her back to my rod.
"Why not," I whispered. "It feels good, I need it, you need it. Who's to know."
She still hesitated, so I reached down with my other hand, placed it over the
one in her lap, and massaged her fingers into her crotch. With a feathery soft
moan which nearly made me cum on the spot, she grasped my rod again and we
masturbated each other silently under the tarp. Pretty soon, I slipped my
fingers inside her panties, and she slipped hers inside my briefs. Skin on skin,
the game got better. Soon I had one finger in her pussy and one on her clit.
Shortly after that, her ministra- tions on me ceased as she neared her orgasm.
But I didn't mind. I slid my right hand up to caress her left breast, while my
left hand redoubled its efforts in her quim. I bent down and pulled the nipple
toward my mouth. As I sucked and licked that turgid bit of flesh, I felt Mom's
whole body quiver, tighten, then relax as another of those tremulous sighs
announced her climax. She came down a bit, then, but was still pretty hot. We
kissed deeply, very deeply, with tongues slamming down each others throats. Both
my hands pulled at her motherly titflesh, as both hers dropped into my lap to
stroke me. But she didn't waste much time with that. Throwing caution to the
wind, she lowered her head into my lap and swallowed me alive. It wasn't long
before I felt my nuts tighten. Mom seemed to sense my impending climax, and
increased her pace. I rewarded her efforts with about a gallon of jizz. It
caught her on the up- stroke and filled her mouth to bulging. She swallowed
quickly and slammed me deep into her throat, where her incredible muscles milked
me dry. When she raised her head again, she had an insatiable gleam in her eyes.
A trail of my cum flowed down her cheek and dropped onto her breast. She reached
down, scooped it up with a finger and sucked it into her mouth. I was instantly
hard again. "Fuck me," she whispered. "But Mom," I began to protest, and cast a
glance toward the front seat. To my horror, my Dad's eyes met mine. He looked me
right in the eye and I felt my life about to end. "Fuck her," he said. I looked
back at Mom. "Fuck me Kevin. Come fuck Mommy." I heard sucking sounds coming
from the front seat. They ceased abruptly and Karen's head popped up over the
seat. "Fuck her, Kev." she said. I guess it was unanimous!
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