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Date: Sat, 28 May 2005 00:15:52 +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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