Mother/Son Camping Trip

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Part 2

A Show…

Richie was miserable as the afternoon dragged on. He was busy, unpacking food and other items Daisy and Dale were carrying. The tent was set up, firewood in a nice pile, and Richie was sitting on a makeshift seat – a large, nearby boulder he rolled into the campsite.

He was sweating buckets, avoiding watching his mother move about, feeding Dale a carrot here and there. Trina was perfectly fine with the heat. In the back of her mind, she wanted to get sweaty – she had plans.

“Hey Richie, I think I’ll take Dale down by the lake and cool off some. I might even take a quick bath!” Trina giggled, hoping Richie would take the bait.

“Ok, cool. I’ll stay here,” Richie replied.

Trina fed Dale another carrot, thinking to herself. “Or you can come watch me.”

Dale trotted a few hundred yards to the lake, Trina hopped off him and looked around, enjoying the scenery, the tall waterfall in the distance. “Dale, this is going to be illegal, but there’s no one around, ok buddy?” Trina joked, pulling off her sweat drenched tank top, black sports bra, cargo shorts and white thong.

“I’m naked!” Trina patted the horses shoulder, laughing at herself. Dale ignored her, drinking from the edge of the lake, standing in a couple inches of water.

Trina waded out into the lake, the cool water feeling great on her skin. She swam around, splashed Dale some, hoping to cool him off too. He kept drinking, shaking his mane free of water.

Trina got a little bold and a little horny. She stood in two feet of water, bending over, splashing it on herself, hoping Richie was enjoying the show.

Even if Trina couldn’t see Richie out there hiding behind a tree, she could see someone was enjoying the show – Dale. The horse was sprouting quite an impressive equine erection.

“Well, well, well Mr. Dale,” Trina smiled, slowly walking out of the water toward the horse.

“My son says he hasn’t been spying on me for a long time,” Trina said, walking in front of the horse, rubbing his head, making her way to his mid-section.

“If he is watching me,” Trina went to her knees, licking her lips, admiring Dale’s huge cock.

“Then let’s give him a good show,” she quickly grabbed the base of Dale’s equine cock, bringing the tip to her mouth and engulfing it. It was quite difficult to get his entire cockhead in her mouth, but she opened it as wide as she could, his bulbous tip taking up her entire mouth. She sucked as fast as she could, while jacking his long shaft. Smiling at herself, moaning at the taste of horse cock.

“This isn’t so bad,” She thought, bringing her hand to Dale’s big, hanging balls.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned again, her eyes darting around, looking over shoulder for Richie but not seeing him anywhere in the tree line.

Trina kept going, kept jacking Dale and sucking the tip. The horse grunted, shifting his weight on his back legs, he was cumming.

“Yes!” Trina cried out in her head, her mouth, throat filling with horse semen. The thick, gooey fluid overflowed out of her mouth, dripping off her chin onto her breasts.

She pulled his cock out of her mouth and laughed as it spurt several more globs of cum on her face. “Thanks Dale,” she stood, wiping it off her face and chest. “Guess I’ll rinse this off.”

Trina swam around a little more, keeping an eye out for Richie – she still didn’t see him.

“That was also illegal,” Trina said, walking out of the lake, using her shirt to dry her hair. “Please don’t tell anyone, Dale. Ok?”

After she got dressed, she mounted up and rode back to camp. Trina felt slight disappointment that her son was sitting on the boulder, sipping water, trying to stay cool.

“Hi again, that was great! You should’ve joined me. The water was very cool,” Trina said, hopping off Dale.

Richie chuckled, poking the ground with a stick, “Nah.”

Trina rustled his hair, walking behind him, squeezing a little water out of her tank top on his head. “See?”

Richie avoided it as best he could, not really annoyed by it.

Trina took him by surprise, sitting on his lap. “Four nights out here. You and me. Think you can handle it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, we’re out here in the wilderness, alone,” Trina said, grabbing Richie’s hand, placing it on her damp thigh. “Strange things could happen. We could be in for a very crazy time.”

“Sure,” he rolled his eyes.

“Richie?” she tipped his chin with her index finger. “Have you spied on me recently?”

“Mom, I told you, I’d never do that again. I felt too guilty.”

“I see,” Trina lowered her gaze. “It’s not that big a deal, you know.”

“Why are we talking about this again?” Richie asked, slightly annoyed and embarrassed.

“I’m just saying, we’re both adults, we’re comfortable around each other. Sneaking a peek at a woman you find attractive isn’t that big a deal. Do you find me attractive?”

Richie paused a moment, “Well, yeah, but it’s not right to spy on a woman while she’s, you know.”

“Masturbating or showering or having sex?” Trina asked.

“Yes.”

“Maybe I’d like to put on a show. For you that is.”

“Mom, what are you – “ Richie was interrupted by Daisy neighing, rising on her hind legs, stomping the ground.

Trina got off Richie’s lap and approached the horse. “Calm down! It’s fine!” she held out a carrot for Daisy to eat. “Not sure what her deal is,” Trina said, watching Daisy’s nostrils flare. She glanced at Dale, he was rummaging around for grass or flowers to eat.

When Daisy calmed down, Richie was no longer sitting, his back was to his mother, gathering some wood from the pile. He stacked them in the makeshift fire pit, surrounded by boulders, in preparation for the fire that evening.

Trina dropped the issue, thinking that four days should be plenty of opportunities for inappropriate behavior with her son to occur. She sorted out the sleeping bags in the tent, considered sleeping nude, seeing how Richie would react, but decided on leaving her thong and sports bra on. After supper she would resume conversations with him to get an idea of how her son truly felt now, hoping that his voyeurism wasn’t just a phase as she originally thought before her traumatic ordeal a year earlier.

Trina unpacked a few other items, including a Glock handgun, a hair brush, and new socks to put on since her current ones were still damp.

“Such a strange mind I have,” she thought to herself, smiling as she tossed a pillow on the sleeping bag.

****

The Waterfall…

Richie was quiet and distant the rest of the evening. After they built a fire, they cooked some hotdogs, had a few s’mores, and quietly gazed into the clear night sky. Trina dragged Richie onto the ground so he could prop himself against the boulder. She leaned against him, frowning when he didn’t put his arm around her.

She tried chatting with him, saying how nice it was to be alone with him in the woods, feeling silly when Richie hardly seemed interested in talking. Trina, annoyed at herself, decided to shut up and lie there with him.

They watched the fire die down, Trina hoping, in the back of her mind, her son would at least attempt to hold her or talk to her – Richie remained still and silent.

Richie finally spoke up, excusing himself, saying goodnight. Trina sat up, letting him rise, stretch and make his way to the tent. She sat alone by the dwindling fire.

Frustrated at herself, Trina walked to a nearby pine, staring off towards the lake. She pictured a mother and son, standing in the moonlight, bathing each other, kissing, then making love. She shook the image from her head, eyes to the ground.

She heard heavy steps behind her. Dale sniffed her hair. Trina turned around, caressing his big head. “Go spend time with your mother, Dale. Go keep her warm.”

Trina led him to the tree Daisy was tied to, tying him to one nearby. She walked back to the tent, smiling when she looked over her shoulder, seeing Dale nuzzle Daisy’s neck. Trina kicked off her boots, pulled off her tank top, and slid her shorts down, placing them on top of the tent to air out any remaining dampness. In her sports bra and thong, she entered the tent.

Richie was lying on his side, his back to her. Trina snuggled up to him, thinking about the next day.

“The waterfall. I’ll take him to it. We’ll see what happens there,” she thought, closing her eyes.

*****

After a quiet breakfast, Richie cleaned up camp a bit, his mother waiting for him.

“You’re done, now hurry,” Trina tugged at his arm, leading him to Dale.

“I saw the waterfall on the way into camp.”

“I know, but I want to play in it,” Trina said, mounting Daisy.

Richie shook his head, reluctantly going along with it.

When they reached the waterfall, Trina hopped off Daisy and began undoing her boots. “You coming in?” she asked Richie, still on his horse.

“I don’t know,” he looked around.

“There’s no one around, it’ll be fun,” his mother replied, removing her tank top and sports bra, revealing her bare breasts.

Richie looked away.

“Aw come on, you’ve seen these before.”

“I know but – ”

“But what? We’re close aren’t we?” Trina asked, sliding her shorts down.

“Yes.”

“Well come on and play in the water with me. Please?”

“Mom, I can’t,” Richie said, turning Dale in the direction of camp.

“Richie?” Trina stood naked, watching him trot back to camp. “What the hell?”

He was out of sight when Trina turned around, slowly walking toward the water, falling from above. “Maybe I came on too strong. Maybe he’s conflicted,” she thought, holding out her hand, letting the water hit it.

“Maybe I shouldn’t do anything. It’s very strange for me to be acting this way. Still though, we are closer, and he is the most important person in my life,” Trina sat on a nearby flat rock, propping her feet up on a sharper one in front of her.

“I need to calm down,” she whispered, resting her head on her knees.

She was being watched from above. At the top of the falls, before the path curved into a decline, someone was there, a radio in hand.

“Derrick, yeah it’s me. I found them. One of them. The woman. The younger guy must be back at their camp. I think I know where it is. I’ll follow her to be sure. She’s sitting near the waterfall naked.”

“Good,” Derrick said on the other end of the radio. “We’ll say hello to them tonight.”

Derrick nodded to a few of his men, walking out of a small shack. They nodded back and continued cleaning and loading their weapons.

 

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  • 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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  • Wow! Just wow!! Excellent story! It would be a great pleasure to read more of your writing.

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