Kathy Andrews - Camping with mom

"Ahhhhhahhhhh!" she cried out in lusty surprise.

In one hard, probing thrust, he rammed home. Hard and long, he packed her quivering cunt with every inch of his fat cock. His ball bag, soft and hairy, bounced off the curved cushions of her ass. Then he was still, just lying there, his magnificent prick pulsating within the burning recess of her belly.

How long she held the hardness of him there she didn't know. It was enough to just savor the filled feeling of her body. But when he did begin to move again, it was in that same pleasure-agonizing slow-motion stroke.

Up and out he moved, the blood-engorged head of his cock sliding out from her depths. Inch by inch, he withdrew. Then he moved back in. It was a marvelous tease, a fantastic taunt of sensations, forcing her to focus her full attention on his cock. And when she did, she felt him, felt every pulse of that pleasing piston. She was sure that had someone been watching they would have thought them to be lying still. But she knew, knew well that her son's cock was reaming the interior of her cunt with delicious languor.

When he upped the tempo of his slithering probes only a fraction of that tantalizing slow-motion speed, it was like he was drilling in and out at neck-break speed. But still he moved within her only a fraction of an inch with each passing second. It was a sheer torture, a torment of excruciating pleasure. It was a new, thrilling stirring of her carnal senses.

Slowly, ever slowly, her sons' hips increased the vigor of their thrusts, until he drilled in and out of her body at a firm, steady pace. She groaned, savoring the flowing motion for his young body, delighting in the satisfaction of just having him within her.

"Deeper," she urged him. "I want you deeper within me."

Immediately, his hands slid down the womanly curves of her sides to tuck beneath the cheeks of her ass. Hands firmly wedged under her rump, he lifted her from the ground. Like a sword entering its sheath, his lusty wand glided to the innermost reaches of her edacious cunt. He plowed into the folds of her pussy, the thick, swollen head of his prick opening her body to him.

At the same time, he managed to wiggle a finger into the cleft of her ass. Then he returned the favor she had performed for him earlier. He drilled that finger into the tight, tiny hole of her anus.

She went wild. The dual impalement on cock and finger was unbelievable. She pushed back and his finger slipped deeper into the smooth channel of her rectum. Her hips lurched forward and his mighty spear of flesh skewered even deeper into her pussy.

"God!" She writhed beneath her son. "Oh, sweet God!"

She was a vessel of lust. She existed for him and him alone. She felt like a total sex object, her only reason for existing – to give her body to her son.

Even held firmly in his palms, she could move. And move she did. Her hips bucked and arched. She squeezed her vaginal muscles and undulated her pelvis. Every inch of her body was alive with his presence and she wanted him to know it. Her hands gripped his buttocks and kneaded them. She hunched and fucked, squirming and thrashing under his constant poling of virile cockflesh.

Again his hips increased the rhythm of their thrusts. Harder and deeper, he drove into her. She moaned and took him. She groaned and accepted everything his finger and prick were doing to her. She whispered into his ear, telling him all the marvelous things he was doing. She moaned out the lewd wants and desires she held for him.

Out his pelvis wrenched. In his groin drove. Out and in, in and out, he fed his fat pussy-pleaser into the greedy slit of her snatch. He fucked her now. Love making gave way to lust and need. Harder and harder, his swollen dork ravaged the grateful channel of her cunt. Stronger and stronger, the throbbing length of his prick burned within her.

She matched him stroke for stroke. Her hips arched and thrusted. She bucked under his onslaught. She pulled at him, trying to pull every inch of his manhood into her wanton pussy, trying to suck his balls with the lips of her vagina. She squeezed, tightening herself. She twisted and gyrated, swirling his massive prong around within the scabbard of her belly.

Hotter her need flamed. Higher the winds of pleasure took her. The pounding of her thighs pulsed like the roar of thunder. Then the universe exploded around her.

She came!

The whole earth seemed to tremble beneath her. Ecstasy raced in her veins. She cried aloud, cried out the total pleasure of her powerful release. For an eternity, she soared, rising higher and higher. Minutes, transformed to hours of consuming passion, held her body in a grip of desire.

Long, so damn long, she trembled and quaked, unable to do anything but to writhe there in the arms of her son. But when she finally descended back to earth, she turned her attention to satisfying the young man atop her.

It didn't take much, simply slipping her hand down between his thighs and lightly touching the taut bag of his scrotum. He came. She held him closely, lovingly, while the fires of his passion spewed up the center of his cock and blasted into the chalice of her cunt.

Deep within the core of her body, she felt the hard-pulsing, jerking throbs of his glans as the creamy seed of her son's loins gushed into her pussy. He moaned and shook atop her. He kissed and bit at her neck. He emptied the thick flood of his lust into the very receptive channel of her sex.

And when the last quivering had passed, his mouth moved to hers. His tongue probed deeply, gratefully. They lay there, holding each other, their fingertips lovingly tracing the features of their faces. At one point, he attempted to move from atop, to lessen the weight of his body, but she clung to him refusing to end this moment. She felt his cock soften to a hose within her, but still she refused to relinquish the feel of his body.

Lying there, she kissed and fondled his youthful body, reveling in the strength of his muscles. Then she felt it. There, quietly lying within the come-drenched tunnel of her pussy, Bret's cock stirred. It came to life, growing, hardening, swelling, pulsing with new need.

"Again," she simply said.

Immediately, his hips began to move.

Gratefully, she eased her son's face to hers and kissed him passionately.

"You and me?" Karen blinked at her step-cousin. "Are you sure?"

"Of course, do you think I'd ask you otherwise?" Linda answered, a wide wicked grin on her face. "Of course, if you don't want to…"

"I don't know," the brunette shook her head. "But I do admit it sounds sexy. But what will your father think? He made love to you, but what about me? I think he's as sexy as they come, but what will he think of me?"

"We won't give him a chance to think," Linda replied. "We'll just rape him."

Karen shivered, visibly excited at the proposed 'rape'. "But how are we going to manage it? He fell for that 'let's go for a walk in the woods' routine you handed him yesterday. But I don't think he'll buy it again."

"Like I said, we won't give him a chance to think," Linda said. "You just wait here, and I'll bring him back."

Karen nodded. "Good luck."

"Don't worry," Linda answered. With that she turned and stepped from the tent.

As Karen had said, yesterday was yesterday. Today was a new day and Linda Jefferies found that she was far more sure of herself today than on her first attempt at seducing her father. Today she had no doubts as to the outcome of her efforts. At least no more than a bit of nervousness.

She found her father sitting beside a small camp-fire, nursing a cup of coffee. Apparently at least two others were up, because of the two empty cups on the ground near the blaze. She knew one of them was Bret, but she wondered who the other was.