Steve Masters - Mom_s summer swap camp

She was lying nude in bed, her mind a whirl of confused thoughts. Before she knew it, both of her hands were casually touching her full breasts, working and teasing their pliant firmness.

It had been so lovely, watching them. There was no way she could rationalize that away. It had simply been one incredible turn-on experience.

In the darkness now, she could see it again. Their fine, youthful bodies in the sexy light from the candle. The fragrant smell of pot drifting in the air. The sight of the two perfectly shaped bodies rolling around on the mussed sheets of the bed. The groans and the sighs. The smell of her daughter's pussy and her son's sexual sweat…

"Ohhhh, I loved watching them…" Mavis moaned to herself as she played with her tits.

Yes, the desire of that afternoon was alive again. And there was no shame, no guilt. Not now. There was nothing rational now at all. Only the glowing, gnawing lust that built between her legs with each passing second.

Mavis Richards was on fire again!

"Ohh, I don't know what's happening to me," she whispered to herself. "I need a man… I need a man soooo bad! I need a man's cock… pounding up my pussy, making me feel good again… screwing me the way Billy was screwing Debby."

For some reason, she could not say why, those last few words seemed to excite her that much more. Billy screwing Debby… Billy screwing Debby… They had looked so beautiful together, fucking in the candlelight…

No, no! her mind screamed. This isn't right… this is wrong… I have to go to sleep… forget about this… tomorrow morning I'll take the kids aside separately and talk to them, tell them how wrong they were to do what they did…

With this in mind, she rolled over onto her stomach, burying her face in the pillow. She had to go to sleep. That's it, just think of something else, and before long…

But she couldn't think of anything else, and rolling over onto her belly was the worst thing Mavis could have done, because it brought her hot cunt, the burning center of her whole existence right then, in delicious contact with the cool, crisp sheet.

"Ohhhh," she moaned. "Mmmmm…"

The need for an orgasm would just not go away, and before she knew it her hips were rotating in small circles on the sheet beneath her. Her belly pushed down as her ass wiggled, grinding her hot pussy harder and harder against the sheet, so that the material crinkled up against her twat lips and actually dipped inside to tease and further excite her tiny, yearning clitoris.

"Ohhh, that's so good!" she cried when her face buried in the pillow.

Her hands gripped the sides of the bed, the knuckles white from the intense sexual need racing through her as she dry-humped the bed. The harder she screwed herself on the sheets, the more vivid were the pictures that raced across her frenzied mind.

Billy and Debby… her legs wrapped around him… her hands scratching at his ass… the ass flexing and ramming as his hard, strong cock pumped in and out of her… "I need it… I need a cock!" Mavis panted as her fine, firm ass jiggled and twisted in small circles as she fucked the bed faster and faster.

His cock… a young boy's hard, strong muscle… just as thick and firm and hard and pounding as a grown man's, but with more strength, more stamina… a young boy's prick would last so much longer than a man's… would deliver so much more enjoyment, thrusting in and out of her pussy… pumping her hot cunt the way Billy's dick had been fucking Debby… the way she now imagined it was fucking her…

Yes, that's what she was thinking! That's what had turned her on when she'd seen them. And now she gave herself over entirely to the fantasy as she screwed the bed faster and faster, pumping and grinding with everything she had.

Billy… her own son… She saw herself reaching down and feeling the boy's prick as it slid in and out of her dripping cunt. He was fucking her now… his ass was pumping as his cock rammed into her cunt. Her own son… he was fucking her faster and faster and faster, his balls slapping against her pussy as he reamed her deeper and deeper… screwing her… fucking her… fingering her ass and tonguing her hot titties…

It was more than she could stand.

"Oh, Billy… baby!" she gasped, and her orgasm exploded inside her. "OHHHH… MMMPPPHHH!!"

She buried her face in the pillow as her ass bucked and humped and her hips writhed, grinding her twat as fast and hard as it would go across the sheet, and all the while she imagined Billy's hot tool spewing its load of scalding cream deep within her yearning hole, and still ramming her, still shoving in, until she could take no more… until she had to beg him to stop!

Her body quivered and shook as orgasm after orgasm washed over her. Slowly, one at a time, the delightful waves diminished in strength until at last she was still. Yet her breathing was still hard and the beads of sweat still dotted her forehead. At last she lifted her face from the pillow and darted a tongue out across her dry lips. And still she lay there, enjoying the warm, beautiful afterglow of the pounding desire that had just controlled her.

Finally she rolled onto her back. Except for the sounds of the crickets and bugs outdoors, the night was incredibly silent and still. She lay there with her eyes open, staring out into the blackness, and as her breathing returned to normal she wondered if she had been loud enough for the kids to have heard her. Probably not, she reasoned, although the blood pounding through her ears and her own gasping and moaning at the moment of her climax had sounded like a roaring express train to her!

And following those thoughts, as her body at last calmed down and returned to normal, came other thoughts. And with those thoughts, came shame and embarrassment…

Oh sweet Jesus, what have I done? she thought.

There was nothing wrong, she knew, with a woman making love to herself, and especially a woman in her position. But… the subject of her fantasy…

Billy… her own son!

She had become indescribably turned on as soon as she had thought about Billy fucking her. It was one thing to be turned on by the sight of her two children balling, but at least she could accept that, no matter how much shame she felt. But the idea of Billy fucking her… well, that was something else entirely, and she lay there now even more confused than she had been by her actions of that afternoon.

It had just been a crazy day, that was all. The excitement of moving up here, the uncertainty of exactly what was in store in the way of coping with the people who would be showing up, and just general fatigue… they had all built up on her – it had been one of the busiest days in her life – and… well, weird things had just happened. Tensions had built up without her knowing it, and had fought for release from within. That was the explanation for that shameful display while those nice Jordan people had made love, and that was the explanation for what had just happened now.

She was just going to have to keep a better rein on herself, that was all. Not that she'd have to once she got into the groove at Sunny Acres and a little more relaxed, of course. For sure there wasn't going to be another day like today!

No, she would just have to have a talk with the children tomorrow, and let them know that there would be no more of what had happened that evening…

So thinking, Mavis Richards drifted off into a dreamless sleep. The sleep that usually comes after good, or great, sex.

It wasn't until mid-afternoon that Mavis was finally able to get one of the children alone for a talk. The day had been busy right from the start. The Richards family had been awakened, in fact, by the sound of someone knocking at their front door; the someone turning out to be guests arriving bright and early after an all-night drive up from Illinois, ready to register and move into their cabin and begin their week of relaxation and fun. From that point on it had been nothing but more of the same. It was the first weekend of the summer vacation season.