Kathy Andrews - Camping with mom

Delicately, that exploring oral digit rose up the dampness of her sister-in-law's sexual cleft, clinging at the top of its gash. The results were volcanic. Mona groaned and writhed, obviously caught in another of her sudden climactic releases.

The reason was simple. Liz had located that very special button of the black-haired woman's pleasure – her clit. Tenderly, she worked her tongue over the slightly extended nubbin. With a slow, constant, rubbing pressure, she sent Mona into the writhing agony of ecstasy, again and again.

It was a replay of the fucking the raven-haired beauty had received. Her orgasms were short and fast, building higher and higher with each blasting shudder of her naked body.

Liz suddenly changed her tactics. Easing a finger to the woman's clit, continuing to fondle that all-important center of a woman's passion, she began to lick back down to the waiting mouth of Mona's cunt.

In a sudden invasion of tongue, the flaming-haired temptress thrust her oral digit into her sister-in-law's twat. Mona cried out. Her hips jerked up, pressing firmly into Liz's face. Her arms shot out, gripping the floor of the tent with her hands as if to anchor her firmly to the ground.

To his surprise, Jason felt his limp hose-of-a-cock on the rise again. Throbbing and pulsing with renewed life, his prick rose, standing stiff and erect as a flagpole. With each woman-hungry plunge of Liz's probing tongue, his balls lurched with increasing arousal.

There was no way he could resist that uptilted slot of his woman's shaven pussy. It looked too lonely, too abandoned there without hand, tongue or cock. Pushing to his knees, he scooted behind his wife and while she busily ate his sister's cunt, he slipped his rod into the warm sleeve of her body.

Liz groaned, wiggling her sleek asscheeks back against his crotch in appreciation of his thoughtfulness.

It would be a long time before his testicles were fiery with need, but he didn't mind. He planned a long, slow fuck for this woman, his woman. After all, the three of them had all night before them and he didn't think she would mind.

He was right.

The sun was high in the sky by the time Liz awakened the next morning. She stretched, feeling wonderful. Last night had been something special – for all three of them – something she hoped they would share again soon.

She rolled to her side and glanced at Jason and Mona still asleep atop the double sleeping bag. She had never thought about this brother and sister making love, but last night she had found out just how sexy a sight watching her husband ball actually was. That he was fucking his sister only seemed to heighten the sexual thrill. Definitely something the three of them must do again, she nodded to herself with a smile.

In fact, she realized, she wouldn't mind a repeat performance right now. But neither of her lovers looked in any shape at the moment to assist her. Again she smiled, realizing just how much of a sex hungry woman she was. She didn't mind, it made her feel marvelous. It was a feeling she hoped would be around for a long time.

Quietly slipping from her husband's side, Liz stood and found a pair of blue jeans and a blouse within her pack. She slipped into them, purposely forgetting panties and bra. She felt deliciously wicked this morning and only half dressing served to prolong that feeling. Also, she wanted to walk down to the river for a swim and underwear would only get in the way of undressing for a skinny dip.

Outside the tent, she was surprised to find everyone still in their tents. It was late. Perhaps they had all had the same type of night she had shared with her husband and his sister. She hoped so!

Slowly strolling down to the river, she enjoyed the feeling of the sun warming her body. A warmth she was more than appreciative of when she stretched out on the bank to allow the sun to dry her after a brief swim. Lying there, alone and naked seemed to fit her sensual mood perfectly. She wasn't sure just how long she soaked in the sun, nor did she care. But eventually the smell of fresh brewing coffee wafted in her nostrils. Somebody was awake back at camp and that coffee did smell good. Reluctantly, she gave in to that enticing aroma, rising to once more slip into jeans and blouse.

Back at camp, Bret squatted alone beside a small fire. Her son looked up and smiled when she approached. "Hey, today's not your turn as chief cook and bottle washer."

"I know," he replied. "But since nobody else was awake, I thought I could manage a bit of coffee. Care for a cup?"

"Mmmmmmm," she nodded, accepting the tin cup he handed her and sipping. "Hey, that's good. Think I'll keep you around as my son a little longer. It's hard to find a man that can make a good cup of coffee."

Bret laughed. "I was thinking about going ahead and getting breakfast ready for everybody. Want to help?"

"Might as well," she answered. "What's on the menu?"

"I saw what looked like a patch of wild blackberries back in the woods yesterday before…" He stopped, obviously not wishing to remind her of Frank's explosion yesterday. He took a deep breath and started again. "Anyway, I thought they might be just the right touch for pancakes."

"In my day, when a young man asked a girl to go blackberry picking, it was usually just an excuse to get her alone and make a pass," she said in jest. "What's on your mind, young man?"

"Blackberries," he smiled, picking up a small bowl and standing. He offered his mother a hand as she rose from beside the fire. "And my mother."

Liz looked at her son, unsure what he meant. "Is something bothering you?"

"Yes," he said, as they walked away from the camp, moving into the forest. "Yesterday. I've been thinking about what happened yesterday."

"I know yesterday was hard on you," Liz began. "Frank was cruel. He had no right to speak to Karen, or you, that way. However, I thought you handled yourself well. I think if I had been in your place, I would have punched his nose… or worse. In fact, I almost did."

Bret smiled. "That's over with. Karen and I had a long talk last night. In fact, that's all we did last night was talk. She had to get things straight in her head. She was pretty well shaken up by all that happened."

"And you?"

"Me too," he admitted. "Especially by what you said last night."

"Me?"

"About what happened with you and Phil," Bret said, stopping and looking at his mother. "That you and Phil had made love."

Suddenly, she didn't know what to say.

"And what Dad said about Linda and him making love," her son continued. "At first, it just blew my mind – you, my mother, making it with my cousin Phil, and Linda and Dad out there in the woods together. But this morning, I've had time to think about it some more. And I guess the shock has worn off some…"

He paused, as though he were uncertain of what to say next.

"And?" She was sure what her son was trying to say. But at that moment, she was hoping. If Jason and Linda made love, why not Bret and her?

"And, I was hoping that perhaps you felt…" he stumbled over his words, "… that you and I could… that I could make love with you."

Liz's heart was beating at twice its normal speed. This is what she had hoped for, what she suddenly realized she wanted, what she had felt for Phil and hadn't recognized. She wanted to make love with her son, to have her own son fuck her.

"Yes," she said simply.

"Huh?" Bret looked at her, as if he didn't believe his own ears.

"I said, 'yes'," she repeated, smiling widely. "I want to make love with you. I want you to be my lover."

He dropped the small bowl he held. His mouth fell ajar slightly, as though he still couldn't believe her words. However, she could see the effects of her answer in the thickening bulge in her son's crotch.