Mother/Son Camping Trip

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Part 1

The Arrival…

“Yes I think that’ll do it,” Trina said, sitting the last of the miscellaneous camping supplies on the counter.

The cashier sorted and scanned the trail mix, flashlight, bottled water, and lighter – items Trina and her son forgot to pack for their four night camping trip in the mountains near Ashville, North Carolina.

The cashier glanced at Trina’s chest, covered by a white tank top, then quickly away to avoid getting caught.

She paid for the items and left, putting them in one of the backpacks her rented horse, Daisy, was carrying, then mounted her. Daisy’s son, Dale was nearby, with Trina’s son, Richie already mounted up. The human mother and son tapped the horses with their heels. The horse mother and son trotted off carrying their riders.

The cashier was focused on Trina’s ass, her small, tight, cargo shorts, showing it off perfectly, her long legs on display too.

He heard mouth breathing, over his shoulder, followed by a toxic odour. He winced, knowing the source of the stench – his coworker’s bad breath.

“Roger,” the cashier said, stepping away from him. Roger was the 30-year-old stock “boy” of the general and outdoor equipment store, near a few of the wilderness preserves and state parks. He was also laser focused on Trina while she rode away.

“Call Derrick. We may have some trespassers,” the cashier ordered.

“Uh what’s his number again?” Roger asked.

“Fucking moron,” The cashier thought. “Never mind. I’ll do it,” he told Roger.

“Oh, huh huh, ok,” Roger chuckled, returning to the back room, to take his sweet time on unpacking a couple boxes.

“Derrick, hey. Yeah. Listen, I think we may have some campers to deal with. I know Shaun will be in this weekend, he won’t like that. Ok, sure. We’ll search near the lake for any campfires,” the cashier spoke on the phone.

“It’s a woman and a younger guy. Yep. What should we do if we find them?” there was a long pause on the phone. The cashier grinned, “Good idea. We’ll leave no traces.”

He hung up the phone, watching Trina and her son head up the gravel road into the mountains, rounding a curve, losing sight of them.

*****

Trina smiled to herself, knowing she was being watched. Richie was behind her on his horse and Trina hoped her son’s eyes was were on her ass. She didn’t care. She wanted him to do it.

She repeated a line from a movie her and Richie watched last year. It was one of his favourite movies, one he had seen many times before, but on that night she snuggled up to him on the couch and watched with him.

“Whatever doesn’t kill you, simply makes you stranger.”

Trina, a former Miami police officer, survived traumatic, horrific events, and was stranger indeed. Lying in her hospital bed, Richie crying by her side, he confessed something Trina already suspected – he had been spying on her, even watching her, hidden, have sex with a friend.

Perhaps it was a combination of surviving the ordeal and realising her son was more important than anything or realising they were both adults, with adult needs and desires. Either way, traumatic events changed her, made her strange in most normal people’s eyes.

Richie promised that day in the hospital to never spy on her again. To Trina’s knowledge he kept his word. After her release, the strangeness kicked in. She wanted him to spy on her.

Trina would change clothes in front of him, carry on innocent conversations with him while sitting in a warm bath, late at night she would masturbate wondering if she was providing her son with a good show. She saw or heard no evidence of him watching her. Her changed, strange mind, was disappointed by this.

When an opportunity for a new job in Asheville, North Carolina presented itself, Trina took it. She applied, going through the extensive application process most police departments have. She made it through every round, scoring second place in the physical fitness test, besting several former Marines, barely lagging behind the first place position. She did fine on the written test, and interviews. Her accuracy and precision with a firearm was up there with the top three applicants. The only issue Trina was concerned about was her background check. Luckily her job performance in Miami was top notch – no internal complaints, no complaints from coworkers or people on her patrol route.

The small department she applied to seem to have no issue with her abduction experience from the previous year, thinking her as being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Here she was, Trina and her son, on a nice camping trip one week before she started her new patrol route in Asheville. She and Richie organised the move, he transferred credits to a new community college, and Trina decided to take him camping. She rented horses and found a great spot. It was remote, but as far she knew, off trail camping wasn’t prohibited here.

“I hope you like the view,” She thought to herself, her ass slightly bouncing up and down as Daisy trotted a little faster up the mountain road.

*****

The Camp…

Reaching the end of the gravel road, they headed onto a trail through a field. It was very hot and humid out – something Trina was counting on. She packed hardly any clothes, knowing she’d remove her tank top and would walk around in her black sports bra, giving Richie a show once they reached the camp site. Trina even wondered if she’d sneak off to the lake she was told about and have a nice bath. Perhaps Richie would follow her, watch her, stroking himself.

“Whoa,” Trina stopped her thoughts from heading there. “Have I really become that strange?” She asked herself, smiling at Richie over her shoulder.

He smiled back, his sweet face, giving her so much joy over the years – even if he was a voyeur. Trina wondered if Richie ever masturbated to her, maybe he did that night he watched her have sex. She didn’t know for sure. The strangeness of her thoughts continued as the made their way down the trail through the field, the tree line in the distance.

She spoke to her son in her mind. “I’ll be wearing my underwear in the tent. Will that make you hard?” Trina glanced back at Richie and Dale.

“Maybe you should jack off. Maybe I’d be the one to spy on you this time,” Trina chuckled to herself. “Stop,” she spoke out loud to Daisy, pulling the reigns back.

Daisy wasn’t a very friendly mare, but she obeyed. Dale and Richie pulled up next to them. “Hey. Everything ok?” Richie asked, Dale sniffing at Trina’s hand.

“Just taking in the view. It’s nice here, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. Hot though,” Richie wiped his forehead.

“Yep. It’ll be cooler tonight though.”

“I hope so, geez,” Richie sighed.

“If it gets chilly, you’ll keep me warm?”

“Sure, mom. I’d love to,” Richie nervously answered.

“I know you would,” Trina mumbled, smiling at him.

“What?”

“Nothing. Let’s go!” Trina tapped Daisy with her heels and they continued on. “There should be a decline up ahead past those trees.”

Incest had crossed Trina’s mind a time or two since leaving the hospital a year ago. She always pushed those thoughts away, settling on heavy flirting, and long embraces and kisses on the face. She loved how Richie always blushed after a peck on the lips.

Making their way through the forest, Trina nearly went over a cliff she did not see, “Whoa! Careful here. There’s a decline alright, this cliff.”

“We’ll have to go around, across that creek,” Richie said.

“Yes, the campsite should be around here.”

They crossed a fairly large creek 100 yards away, the rushing water flowing by the horses legs. When they reached the other side, they started gradually heading downward again, into a basin of sorts.

At the bottom, Trina looked at a huge opening in the forest ceiling, sunlight pouring in, illuminating a waterfall. “Look. I guess we were up there.”

“Yeah. Thought I heard something like rushing water,” Richie said.

Trina stared at the waterfall, 80 feet tall, rocks all around the bottom, imagining two people standing, making love at the base. The two people were her and Richie. She shook the thought from her head and moved on.

The creek opened up more and flowed into a small lake. There was another small field, with a great view of the surrounding mountains.

They arrived at a good spot near the lake, at the base of a hill, surrounded by pines and set up camp. The two horses were nearby, Dale following Trina and Richie, nearly getting in the way, Daisy wanting nothing to do with them.

Trina assisted Richie with gathering a few extra limbs and branches to use for the fire. They smiled at one another, trading looks as they searched. Trina recalled how close they’ve gotten over the last year, how good it felt to share a bed with him, how much she enjoyed having him as the only man she spent time with.

Richie glanced at her too. He admired her toned legs, her ample chest, and her lovely face – her smile was sweet, but Richie could detect something else behind it. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but there was a slight aura of seduction or desire in his mother’s eyes over the past year. It made him uncomfortable.

He never spied on her again, as much as he wanted to watch her shower, or masturbate, he stopped himself. Trina gave him plenty of opportunities though.

They headed back to camp, the nice horse, Dale following them. Incest entered Trina’s mind once more. This camping trip, alone with her son, in the hot, humid outdoors – it’d be a perfect setting for things going too far, for lines being crossed. She asked herself if she’d regret it. She thought how strange she was for answering herself with a “no.”

 

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One comment

  • DarkDrake

    That was a supremely excellent story! The best ive read on this site, the story gripping and intense having me on the edge of my seat, the action was in only one word badass, the sex details were lacking but none the less nice and hot especially the taboo love. This is simply and excellent well done piece of work loved every minute, absolutely brilliant.

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