Kathy Andrews - Camping with mom

Perhaps they would share each other's bodies again. The thought warmed her. She would enjoy that. If it happened, it happened. Nothing more than that.

Karen and Phil? Again, if it happened, it happened. Three days ago, she would have been shocked by the thought. But now, it seemed natural and right.

Her eyes drifted over her sleeping son's body. She visualized him making love to his stepsister. She felt the sudden dampening of her loins as the sexy vision of their two young bodies flashed through her mind.

The urge to reach out and toy with his penis returned. She shivered and listened. Still she could hear no one moving outside.

Why not? The thought thrilled her. Why not wake her son and feel him within her one more time. Her hand trembled as she reached out. A mere inch from that tempting hose, she stopped and smiled. No! There was a better way to rouse him.

She slid down along his side until her face rested next to his groin. Softly she kissed him. He stirred. She kissed him again. He moaned. Within a few minutes, he was awake – every inch of him.