Kathy Andrews - Camping with mom

"I think we'd better get rid of our clothes," she managed to say. "I don't think I can wait for you any longer. I want you inside me, moving."

He abandoned her breasts, mouth and hands, and looked up and smiled. Likewise, she released the hearty hold on his cock. Both of them began to peel down their jeans.

He had no more than tossed his pants aside when he moved to her naked body. She reclined on her back, opening her arms to him. But instead of mounting the bed of her body, he stretched out beside her.

His hand returned to her breasts, fondling them for a moment or two, then drifting down toward the core of her desire. Through the black patch of her pubic muff, his fingers combed. He taunted her with a tickling fingertip that ran along each side of her dampening sex slit, and he caressed the smooth interior of her womanly thighs.

Almost in an involuntary reaction, her thighs spread wider and wider, as if calling him back to the wanton gash of her snatch. Eventually, his hand returned. She groaned out in a husky voice of lust when an exploring finger pushed up into the hot channel of her cunt.

"Hot," he said, as though to himself. "You're so hot and wet."

"And ready," she added.

But he ignored her. Instead his probing finger continued its arousal, sluicing in and out of her excited pussy. He finger-fucked her. He drilled in and out of her snatch, fanning the fires of her need for him.

She writhed and bucked, her pelvis undulating in time with his quick, sharp strokes. Her own hands returned to his cock, squeezing and fondling its throbbing length. This was what she wanted, not his finger.

Her meaning was clear. He eased his entrenched digit from the humid tunnel of her lust and mounted her.

Expertly, her hands guided the turgid rail of his prick to the waiting mouth of her belly. She positioned him there, holding his shaft until his hips thrust forth, skewering his cock into her body.

Stiff and unyielding, he cut into the juicy slot of her pussy. Her back arched up sinuously, accepting the meaty fatness of his rod. She took her son into her body, welcomed every swollen inch of his incestuous sex into her cunt. She squeezed down with every ounce of strength held in her pussy muscles. She tightened herself for him, trying to make this moment as pleasurable for him as it was for her.

Apparently, it was. He groaned out, his body trembling. For a moment, she thought that he had come in the excitement of their union. But his cock remained hard and long, firmly rooted in the possessive hole of his mother's sex. She sighed, grateful for the control of his loins.

"Fantastic," he said with a quick inward thrust of his hips. "So tight and hot!"

Fantastic was exactly the way she felt. He was so hard and swollen within her. She felt packed to the brim, stuffed with her son's presence. Every cell in her body thrilled with shivery delight. She was solidly impaled on his skewering prick and loved it – every inch of it.

"Move," she whispered into his ear. "Move within me. I want to feel you moving!"

His hips lifted and his pulsing staff of sex slid upward from the deep recesses of her cunt. The pink folds of her pussy squeezed tighter, trying to capture and hold him, but it was impossible. The thick head of his rod eased outward to the very lips of her love channel. Then they began their inward tunneling.

Quivering with excitement, she relished the firm, virile sensation of her son's cock burrowing deeply into the hot, spongy confines of her body. Deeper and deeper that slithery pole moved, once more filling the needs of her body. She held tightly to him, reveling in the magnificent strength of his young loins.

"My God, you're a man," she heard herself saying. It was then she realized that's exactly what he was. Her son was no longer a child, or a boy, but a man. And she was his woman.

She was his woman. The thought sent rippling arousal up and down her spine. She was his woman, and as any loving woman should do, she was stretched out on her back, opening her thighs to her man. She was giving her body to him, letting her son pole the intimate groove of his mother's cunt.

Quickly this time, his hips swung upward. With the same alacrity, they drove down. Hard and long, he shafted his spearing lance of flesh into the socket of her pussy. Wet and hot, she accepted it and enfolded him within her welcoming snatch. She tightened herself, squeezing with vise-like persistence.

Upward his pelvis rose. Out from the aching interior of her body his manly root of flesh came. Then once again, he drilled home his prick. Her body was jarred by the strong impact of his crotch. His pelvis ground into hers. Her clit ached and throbbed, feeling the pressure of his thrust.

He was so big. Thick and long, he reamed the channel of her lust. She was a mare and he was her stallion. Willingly, she accepted the pistoning action of his prick, her pussy flooding with the juices of arousal. Lovingly, she took the skewering plunges of his cock.

Her body was consumed with lust and want for her son. For the last two nights, she had felt her brother within her. But it was nothing like this. This was her son shafting in and out of her, her own son, child of her body and its lover.

She wanted to feel him deeper, she ached to have him driving to the very heart of her soul. Drawing her legs upward and resting her feet flat on the floor of the tent, she opened her body even more for him. His lunging strokes knifed into her, lancing even further up the greedy harbor of her cunt.

He was deep now. The fat crown of his prick was plunging deep and long. He felt as though he would drive all the way up into her mouth at any moment.

"Ahhaarrgggahhh," she groaned her pleasure for him. Her body squirmed and writhed under him. "Ohhhhh, my sweet God, it feels so good – feels so marvelous to have you fuck me!"

"Fuck you," he echoed her words. "Fuck my mother!"

His hips wrenched upward and slashed down. Inward his pulsing root came. He flayed open the folds of her cunt and rammed into the innermost recesses of her pussy. He fucked her, driving on like a man gone wild.

"That's it," she urged him on. "Fuck me hard. Fuck me hard and deep."

Relentlessly, he poled into her. Willingly, she took his almost brutal thrusts. Her hands slid down over his back and raked into the tight balls of his buttocks. Her hips lurched upward pressing tightly to his youthful crotch while her fingers pulled at him with flaming urgency.

She came. As had happened the night before, she came, then came again.

Still her son ravaged savagely into the trembling hole of her cunt. Whether or not he understood exactly what was happening in his mother's body, she didn't know. But as long as that rigid shaft of manmeat slid in and out of her, she didn't mind. She just sailed on the heightening shudders of her lust.

She came, then again, and again.

Harder and harder, his loins seemed to pump. Deeper and deeper the swollen stalk of his dick seemed to plummet into the mouth of her belly. She quaked as blast after blast of orgasmic bliss raced through her. She groaned, caught in the constant series of climaxes that exploded within the core of her loins. She shook violently as each shuddering wave whipped her higher and higher.

In and out, the ram-rodding column of her son's cock sluiced.

She came and she came and she came!

The sensations were incredible. Each shattered her soul, yet still they came one after another. It was like being tortured with pleasure. Every nerve of her body was overloaded, yet still they accepted each sizzling blast of ecstasy.

She thrashed under him. Her body squirmed to escape his driving cock, yet at the same time, her hips thrust wildly, eating at that marvelous pussy-pleaser.

He fucked her and she came.