The noble RV, denizen of American highways and icon of
the family vacation. Everyone has seen them rolling up
and down the nations winding roads, but sometimes they
hide some surprises. I mean, can we really know what's
going on, concealed behind plaid curtains, if they pass
us on the interstate? Boring road trip, busted arm and
a lonely mom... who knows what could happen? 

The following document is a work of erotic fiction. Any resemblance to actual
events or actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The author neither
encourages nor condones any of the practices herein, but neither does the author
discourage or condemn any of same. The document is intended only to entertain
and perhaps to arouse. The author assumes no responsibility for any action taken
by the person(s) viewing this document.

And thus we begin the story... 
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01Roadtrip {Moon Dragon} 
"Roadtrip Rendevous" Copyright Moon Dragon - Sept/09 
(m-solo, voy, F-solo, exhib, 1st, Fm, inc, oral) 

- X - X - X - 

Bethany Dunhollen - Single mother of two, widow 
   * Reginald Dunhollen - Son of Bethany, age 14 
   * Trevor Dunhollen - Son of Bethany, age 12 

Jenny Mulligan - Single mother of two, divorcee 
   * Emily Mulligan - Daughter of Jenny, age 13 
   * Cassidy Mulligan - Daughter of Jenny, age 10 

- X - X - X - 

I already know what you're thinking. You think I never
should have done what I did, and that I'm some kind of
sicko for letting it happen in the first place. Maybe
you're right, but you know what? I don't regret it for
a second, and to be honest, I can't even tell you that
I'd do anything differently if I had it to do over.

Yes, I know everybody says it's wrong, but who gets to
decide what fits into that category anyway? I can make
that choice myself, thank you very much; and so should
everybody else. I mean, as long as you're not hurting
anyone, shouldn't we all be allowed to make up our own
minds about what's right and wrong? Why should we ever
let anyone else have the right to say otherwise? 

Look, it isn't like I planned this. It was never a big
diabolical plot or anything. It just happened. I might
have let the wrong part of my body do the thinking, I
guess, but that still doesn't mean the whole situation
was premeditated. Let me tell you how it started, then
maybe you'll be able to understand... 

- X - X - X - 

... It was near the end of July, and Reggie and Trevor
were out of school for the summer holiday. At fourteen
and twelve, respectively, my boys were looking forward
to two whole months of shooting hoops in the driveway
and shooting at the make believe enemy soldiers out in
the park with the other boys on our street. 

We had gone on this summer long road trip with my best
friend Jenny and her two girls, Emily and Cassidy, who
are thirteen and ten. She had just bought herself one
of those great big highway behemoth RVs, a Winnebago I
think, and she had talked us into going with them on a
grand summer adventure. 

Me and Jenny are a case study in opposites. She stands
about half a foot above my five foot four inches. Her
wavy blond curls fall to her shoulders, whereas I wear
my russet copper hair in a sprightly pixy cut that has
an always tousled look to it. She is the tall willowy
amazon compared to my down home girl next door sort of
vibe. We couldn't have been any more different, but we
couldn't have been any closer either.

"I bought it this morning," she'd said, "It's a couple
years old, but it's in excellent condition, and we got
a great deal. I figured that since school will soon be
over for the summer, we could all take a trip together
somewhere. I'm sorry I didn't say anything sooner, but
we wanted it to be a surprise, and I knew you had some
vacation time added up."

She was right. My husband, Darren, had died almost ten
years earlier in a car accident, when Reggie was four
and Trevor was only two. I had just started working at
the time, and I had stayed at the same company since
then without taking any time off except for a few days
at Christmas time, at first to keep myself busy, then
later to keep the bills paid. I likely had enough days
of vacation time accumulated to take the entire summer
off if I felt like it. 

I had seen other guys off and on since then, but never
anything too serious. They usually got itchy feet once
they realized that there were two kids involved. I had
met Jenny at a single mothers group about three years
ago. None of the other moms were at all intimidated by
my two boys, of course, all of them having children of
their own to deal with day to day, and Jenny and I had
been best friends ever since.

My boys and I had been stuck in a rut for quite a long
time now, and maybe a nice long vacation would be just
what the doctor ordered. A chance to get away from it
all and see a few new places. Reggie and Trevor got on
well enough with Emily and Cassidy, I thought, so they
should be able to handle a couple weeks of traveling
together without killing each other. If I'd only known
that the kids getting along with one another would end
up being the least of my adventures.

"Alright," I said with a grin, "Let's do it."

Jenny squealed in delight and pulled a heavily creased
road map out of her back pocket... 

- X - X - X - 

...We had been on the road for about five days, and we
stopped at a roadside truck stop to refuel. We parked
the RV alongside two cop cars and a few big rigs, went
inside and bought some snacks, then we decided to stop
and spend the night here at the truck stop, pushing on
the following day.

Bright and early the next morning, at the crack of god
awful, we made ready to run for the highway. Jenny had
gotten a quick shower to wake herself up.

"Uh, mom," Cassidy said, with a stage whisper that she
probably thought was quiet enough not to be noticed by
everybody else in the RV, "Your towel is slipping."

Looking over, I saw that she was right. Jenny had just
gotten out of that cramped little cubicle that passed
for a shower in the RV, and was attempting to comb the
tangles out of her long blond hair while trying to see
her whole head in the postage stamp sized mirror. She
had failed to notice that each time she raised her arm
above her shoulders, the bath towel that she'd wrapped
around herself slipped a fraction of an inch lower. By
the time Cassidy had called attention to it, the whole
upper portion of her breast was exposed; even a little
bit of rosy pink nipple had peeked over the top of the
carelessly wrapped towel.

Now, Jenny's story was rather unlike mine. Her husband
walked out on her five years before, cashing in all of
their assets behind her back and leaving her all alone
with their little girls, while he ran off with a tango
instructor that he had met on the internet. Jenny had
resented the hell out of it, of course, and she was in
a pretty bad way for a little while, but she still had
her girls to take care of so she bounced back and took
care of business. 

I'd had Reggie right after high school; I was nineteen
years old. I guess that's not important to the tale at
hand, but it means that I was still only twenty three
when Darren died. Jenny, on the other hand, had waited
a bit longer to have her kids, so in spite of the fact
that her oldest daughter was a full year younger than
Reggie, she was five years older than me, thirty eight
to my thirty three. 

For a lady who was pushing the big 4-0, Jenny had kept
herself in fantastic shape. She doesn't work out at a
gym ten times a week or anything, but her job kept her
active. Her long legs were superbly toned and her 36Cs
were as flawless as time could allow. I'd even thought
about asking if she'd ever gotten any work done, but I
had never bothered to bring it up.

"Oops," she said, "That won't do."

She fixed the towel, and went back to brushing out her
hair, going on about her business as if nothing out of
the ordinary had happened.

I couldn't help but notice, though, that Reggie, who'd
been lying in the lounge watching television, suddenly
took one of the pillows from under his head and put it
over his lap.

Well, well. Maybe my little boy was growing up... 

- X - X - X - 

... A couple days later we pulled into a campground to
spend the night. Their sign a ways back up the highway
had announced the world's largest water slide, and the
four kids just about had seizures trying to get us to
stop there rather than going ahead to this motel where
we had been planning to stay, which was still another
hour or so further on up the interstate. We adults had
little choice, being promptly vetoed, so we turned the
big RV up into the campground. 

I can't verify whether that water slide really was the
world's largest or not, but it WAS impressive, and our
kids seemed content with it. In the manner of children
everywhere, though, after each going on a half a dozen
rides, the novelty wore off and, one by one, they all
started getting colder as the day wore on. Tired after
driving all day long, Jenny decided to head on back to
the RV, taking along with her any of the kids who were
done with the swimming and splashing.

Unusually for that time of year, the campground wasn't
very busy, and the sheltered cove where the beach was
located was quite a way back from the main part of the
site. All at once I noticed that the swimming area was
nearly deserted. Reggie and I were the only ones left
on our end of the beach, and there was a final elderly
couple lying on the sand at the far end, catching the
last rays of the evening sun. Soon, they too folded up
their blanket and walked away together, leaving Reggie
and I with the beach to ourselves, he swimming while I
lounged on the sand.

I was lying on my blanket, hearing the pounding rhythm
of the surf just outside of the sheltered cove. I may
have drifted off for a few minutes, but I came swiftly
to my senses when a sudden shot of cold water drenched
me from my knees up to my belly. 

I stood up and looked around for the guilty party, and
found Reggie laughing his devious ass off about three
paces away. My treacherous son had evidently picked up
a child's abandoned sand castle bucket, then he'd used
it to stage an unprovoked attack upon his unsuspecting
and innocent mother.

"Of course you know," I told him evilly, searching for
and finding a bucket of my own, "This means war."

"Aw crap," he laughed as he dashed away.

I chased him back to the water, firing bucketful after
bucketful at him.

"Old mom was an easy target, right?" 

SPLASH! 

"Thought you'd get away with it, didn't ya?" 

SLOSH! 

"Not so smug now, are ya?" 

SPLAT! 

"Okay, okay," he hollered, "I give up. You win."

"Damn straight, I do," I replied, turning back towards
the shore, "Didn't know who you were messing with."

GLOOSH! 

The rotten little scallywag had surrendered, then he'd
let me have another one after my back was turned.

"Why you little..."

Chasing him back up the beach, I caught up with him as
he stumbled in the sand, then tackled him mercilessly
around the waist to bring him down. Of course, even at
fourteen he was easily half again my weight so I would
probably end up with the worst of it, but I managed to
lay a couple of head noogies on him before he was able
to shake me off.

About half an instant later, I found myself flat on my
back, not quite sure how I had gotten there, with both
of my hands pinned above my head. Reggie held both of
my wrists in just one hand, but his other hand hovered
claw-like right over my belly.

"Reggie, don't you dare," I begged, now struggling for
real, as I dreaded what was coming, "I'll double your
allowance. I'll let you out of all your chores for the
next month. I'll buy you a pony for Christmas."

"Too late," he cackled, and the claw descended. 

That little rat has always known my weakness. I really
absolutely can't stand being tickled. No matter what I
try to do, it's like Kryptonite to Superman. Writhing
on the beach and giggling in torment, pleading for him
to let me up, I gasped for air as his tickling fingers
drove me crazy. I managed to work my hand loose as his
fingers dug into my ribs, and I went straight for his
collarbone, about the only ticklish spot anywhere upon
his whole body.

My chest was heaving as I gasped for air, and I sensed
that the game had changed when I wasn't looking, as I
felt Reggie's tickling fingers gradually giving way to
soft strokes up and down my ribs. I looked up into his
brown eyes, but he wasn't looking back. Rather, he had
his interests affixed elsewhere. Glancing down toward
my chest, where his eyes seemed to be anchored, I soon
realized what had caught his attention. 

By such a time in the evening, with the sun just about
gone down, the water had cooled off considerably. We'd
both just been lobbing bucketfuls of cold water at one
another, and the evening chill was having predictable
results on my anatomy. Plainly visible through my swim
suit, my nipples were standing taut and hard, outlined
under the damp fabric like a couple of bottle caps.

I've always been proud of my nipples, actually. Darren
had often said that they were one of my best features
in his own opinion, but he always had been a dedicated
breast man. Fully erect, as they were then, my nipples
are almost as big as cherries and about the same color
too. They are surrounded by areolas about the size of
silver dollars and, normally a dusky rose, both deepen
to this plump heavy red if I get aroused or cold.

Reggie's eyes were locked on my heaving chest while he
stroked his hand gently up and down my side, and given
my position beneath him on the sand, I could feel his
hardness against my hip. What was he thinking? I'm his
own mother, for Gods sake, but even though I couldn't
see it, the throbbing heat inside his shorts could not
have been mistaken for anything else.

I suppose my lack of immediate commentary had made him
bold, and I soon felt his hand sliding higher, leaving
my waist and drifting upward until he had fully cupped
my breast in his palm. At first I was too numb to say
or do anything, and as he brushed his thumb up over my
suddenly aching nipple, I noticed that I was dripping
wet, and those buckets of water that we'd been tossing
around had absolutely nothing to do with it.

Sweet Jesus, he's only fourteen. Where the hell did he
learn how to do that? And what else might he know how
to do? I caught my bedazzled brain asking entirely the
wrong questions, realizing abruptly that this wouldn't
lead anywhere that I was prepared to go, so I began to
push my way out from under my son.

"Okay, enough," I croaked, "Playtime's over."

I think we'd both come to our senses at about the same
time because, as I glanced up, I saw this dawning look
of horror swiftly spread over Reggie's face. He began
to stammer, but nothing coherent was coming out, so we
just sat there for a moment, neither of us yet knowing
quite what to do.

Then he rolled off quickly, his cheeks scarlet, and he
dashed back through the nearby treeline before I could
even say another word. He'd obviously been embarrassed
enough as it was, and I'd not helped any, pushing him
away like I had done. Poor boy was probably completely
mortified. 

I mean, all he had really done was cop a feel, and I'd
pushed him away and let him run off like a frightened
little rabbit, as if I'd thought that he was some kind
of pervert or something. Now I wasn't thinking that I
should have just told him to keep going or anything of
that sort, but I might have talked to him at least, to
let him know that it was perfectly normal for boys his
age to be curious.

I got to my feet and brushed off the sand, then picked
up my towel and went after my son. He wasn't that hard
to locate; I had only to follow his footprints in the
damp soil as the beach gradually gave way to the loamy
ground beneath the trees. I soon noticed, though, that
Reggie wasn't heading back to the RV. Whereas the path
to our campsite turned off to the left, his prints had
gone to the right. 

Just a couple yards further up the trail was the small
dressing cabin where swimmers could wash up or change
their clothes, either before or after going out to the
cove. I walked softly inside, as I didn't want to come
stomping in as though I was angry with him, and heard
noises coming out of one of the lavatory stalls at the
back. Like the beach, the dressing cabin was otherwise
deserted, so there wouldn't be anyone else to overhear
our conversation.

Just as I raised my hand to tap lightly on the door of
the stall, something gave me pause. I had expected him
to be rather upset, and I had assumed that what I was
hearing was Reggie crying, but I was wrong. The noises
coming from behind the closed door didn't sound at all
like crying.

As in many a public washroom, there was a rather small
but noticeable gap between the door and the adjoining
wall. Peering into the gap, I saw that Reggie had come
in here for an entirely different purpose.

Given what had happened out on the beach, I might have
expected this, I suppose, but it still shocked me for
an instant, all the same. Reggie's swimming trunks had
been pulled down and bunched about his ankles, and his
right hand was securely wrapped around his impressive
seven inch cock. Yet again, my mind had leapt entirely
in the wrong direction. I wondered where my little boy
had been hiding that thing? It was huge! 

As he stroked it quickly up and down, I caught my hand
gently pinching my nipple through my swimsuit. Glaring
at that traitorous extremity, I left my nipples alone
and I tried to walk out of the dressing cabin, leaving
my son to his privacy, but I couldn't. It was as if my
feet had been stapled straight to the floor, and I was
powerless to move.

Once again I felt a stirring between my thighs, and my
little slit began to dampen. Silently slipping my arms
through the straps of my swimsuit, I pulled the front
down to my waist, exposing my tits to the cool evening
air. Looking around in fear to see whether anyone else
was watching, I began to caress them, cupping my heavy
weight in my palms and pinching my nipples.

Glancing over my shoulder occasionally to be sure that
we were still alone, I fondled my bare tits and spied
on my teenage son as he jerked himself off. I wondered
if he was thinking of me, of holding my breast in his
hand on the beach and stroking my erect nipple through
the fabric of my top.

Reggie groaned as his fist pumped up and down over his
aching shaft, and I could see the head glistening with
his precum as his hand established the rhythm. My hand
was no longer content to play with my tits, and I let
it drift lower, dipping under my swimsuit to reach for
my throbbing pussy. As expected, my slit was already
soaking wet, and I bit my lip to stifle a whimper when
two of my fingers slid into my dripping heat.

With his head thrown back against a wall, Reggie built
to a crescendo, and I built with him, fingers dancing
across my smooth slit. I still shave myself completely
bare down there; Darren liked it that way, said it was
sexy, and I guess it just stuck with me. Caressing the
smooth lips of my pussy, I let my other hand drop into
my swimsuit and sought out my clit.

Just like my nipples, my clit gets really big whenever
I get horny. I swear that it gets about as big as the
end of my thumb. It's so sensitive, and I just love to
play with it. Sometimes I'll sit on the chair right in
front of my mirror when I masturbate; I'll watch as my
finger fucks into my pussy and it always makes me cum
really hard. Whenever I spread my pussy lips so that I
can see my clit it makes me cum even harder.

Just for a second, playing with my clit, I wondered if
maybe Reggie would like to see it. Would looking at my
hard clit make him cum too? Or maybe he'd want to suck
on it. Would I let him if he did? 

Suddenly the reality of the situation reached right up
and slapped me. What the fuck was I thinking? That was
still my son in there, and I was out here fantasizing
about having him lick my pussy! I must be insane. Just
as I had grabbed the straps of my swimsuit and tugged
them back over my shoulders, however, covering my tits
in embarrassment, I heard a new noise from behind that
closed door.

Leaning toward the gap once again, I peeked through it
just in time to see Reggie grunt in ecstasy, hot jets
of his seed spurting out of his rigid shaft and arcing
high into the air. Even with both straps pulled up and
my hands nowhere near my dripping wet pussy, the very
sight of my son spurting his hot goodness into the air
had me cumming in my swimsuit. 

"Ungh, fuck yes," I whimpered. Without touching myself
at all, I felt waves of dizziness as the mind bending
orgasm ripped through me from my head to my feet, even
my toes curling while fragrant jolts of electric color
rocked my body. 

Gathering my wits about me, I realized that Reggie had
gone completely still. Did he hear me? Or worse had he
SEEN me? Grabbing my blanket from where it had fallen
on the floor, I beat a hasty retreat from the dressing
cabin, desperately trying to get back into the RV with
time to be right in the middle of some innocuous task
when Reggie got back, looking like I had been busy and
hadn't even noticed that he wasn't there.

Jenny looked up in shock as I hustled through the door
in a blur, closing it quietly behind me so as to avoid
waking the other kids who were all by then asleep. She
took in my frazzled appearance, the heady flush in my
face and the barely noticeable damp spot in the crotch
of my swimsuit, and her eyes widened in shock.

"Son of a bitch," she hissed with a wicked smirk, "You
just got laid, didn't you? Who was it?"

I shushed her and said nothing.

"It was that hunk at the beach with the black swimming
shorts, wasn't it?"

Well, Reggie's shorts HAD been black, but I was hardly
about to point that out.

"Come on spill it," she begged, "You gotta tell me all
the details, it's in the best friends rule book." Then
she looked behind me, "Hey, where's Reggie?"

"I don't know," I mumbled, "Still back at the beach, I
suppose. That was the last place I spoke to him."

Even though technically true, again, I wasn't about to
point out anything she didn't need to know. Jenny just
looked at me oddly; it was unlike me to lose track of
my children's whereabouts, but she didn't say anything
else about either Reggie or the hunk at the beach.

Just then Reggie walked into the RV, but he didn't say
a word, he just grabbed a cold soda out of the cooler
and climbed up into the bunk that he had to share with
Trevor. I went quietly into the tiny washroom and got
dressed for bed, changing into a light T-shirt over my
favorite blue silk panties. We turned out the lights a
little later and Jenny and I turned in. 

I couldn't say why, but something strange came over me
during the next few nights, a wanton spark of boldness
bearing little or no resemblance to anything else that
I'd ever experienced in my entire life. With my heart
pounding in my chest so loud that everyone else in the
RV must surely be able to hear, I listened to Jenny's
light snoring, allowing it to reassure me that she was
deeply in slumber.

Once I was convinced that she was asleep, I started to
toss and turn in my bed as though I was having trouble
getting to sleep myself. Each time I turned, I allowed
my T-shirt to creep a little higher, until at last it
had bunched up over my chest, exposing my bare tits to
anybody in the RV who happened to be awake and looking
in my direction. Then with my nipples hardening in the
cool breeze of the AC vents, I lay still as though I'd
finally gotten to sleep. 

Keeping my eyes slitted so that it still looked like I
was sleeping, and thus entirely unaware of my state of
undress, I glanced over towards Reggie's bunk. I could
only see the barest hint of movement in the dim light
inside the RV, but to my eye it looked almost like his
hand, slowly stroking in the darkness. I spent most of
the night sleeping like that, with my tits exposed and
my hard nipples aching to be touched, only covering up
near dawn as the other kids began to stir. I can't say
with certainty that Reggie had spent the night staring
at my tits, but I rather think he did... 

- X - X - X - 

... About three weeks later, the Winnebago gave a last
labored rattle as it climbed up a hill, hauling itself
over the top just as it threatened to lay down and die
entirely. It was too early for this crap, it seemed to
say, and I didn't blame it a bit for thinking so.

"The world's largest Singing Catfish, Jenny," I sighed
with a grimace, "Really?"

I thought the regular sized ones you buy in stores for
fishing enthusiasts were pretty tacky, but driving all
the way to another state, just to look at one that was
eleven feet long, defied my understanding. 

"Sure," she replied gleefully, "It'll be great." 

Thinking that she was clearly one girl with an unusual
definition of 'great', I just shook my head and gave
in. It was easier than attempting to dissuade her, I'd
come to learn.

I shouldn't have been surprised at this development, I
suppose, as Jenny had spent the last full month taking
us to gaze upon the world's largest ball of yarn, the
world's largest working cordless phone and a giant tea
pot that apparently wasn't the world's largest but was
still pretty damn big for a tea pot. It seemed she had
developed some kind of bizarre fascination with things
that were greater than average size.

Hmm! I think that I'll have to ask her about that next
time she stops by.

Anyway, we pulled the RV into the parking lot and read
a sign saying that the catfish was down in the tourist
chalet on the lake shore. Getting there would involve
taking a two hour long historical tour around the lake
shore, walking down a long flight of stairs, then back
up the same stairs again later on.

That wouldn't normally have been a difficulty, but our
last port of call had been to see the world's largest
trampoline. The problem with trampolines? If you don't
land straight, you don't bounce up straight. Reggie is
an chronic daredevil, even more so than other boys his
age, and he managed to sprain his right ankle falling
off the damn thing. As if that wasn't bad enough, when
his ankle gave out he fell over, landed bad, and hurt
the wrist and elbow on that same side, so he had spent
most of the last three days with his right arm and leg
both wrapped up in bandages.

Poor thing. He wasn't allowed to walk on his bad ankle
and his arm was in a sling; he was hardly able to fend
for himself at all.

Well, none of us expected him to walk up and down that
big flight of stairs, especially not to see some giant
singing fish. He volunteered to stay behind in the RV
and let the rest of us go on without him, but I didn't
feel comfortable leaving him there all by himself, so
we quickly decided that Trevor should go on with Jenny
and the girls while I stayed to look after Reggie.

Now I'm not going to lie; I was practically buzzing by
the time Jenny left with the kids. Reggie and I hadn't
said a thing about what had happened on the beach, and
he had no idea that I had watched him in the dressing
cabin, but I'd been sleeping damn near nude most every
night since then. I'd even caught him peeking in at me
a few times while I was in the shower. 

One day when Jenny had taken the other kids out riding
go carts at another park that we'd visited, I decided
to put on a little show just for him. Making sure that
I'd 'accidentally' left my shower curtain open enough
for him to see, I had let him catch ME masturbating. I
know he was looking; I could hear him groaning when he
watched me slip my fingers into my pussy.

Knowing that he was just outside, and watching me this
time as I had watched him; oh my God! I have never cum
so hard in my life. I know it was very wrong of me to
let him see me like that, and probably even more wrong
that I had really gotten off on it, but we hadn't hurt
anyone. I guess I thought of it as being no different
than him watching porn on the internet like many other
boys his age do, except that he got to look at a real
woman instead of some ditzy blonde porn star with fake
boobs having fake orgasms.

At least my boobs were perfectly real, thanks. So were
my orgasms, for that matter, but I digress. Anyway, it
turns out that perhaps Reggie and I were not being as
subtle as I had thought. Jenny and the girls seemed to
be oblivious to what was going on, thankfully, but I'd
caught Trevor trying to spy on them whenever they were
changing or in the shower.

Me and Reggie were one thing, but Jenny's girls were a
whole different matter. She would be pissed if either
of them had noticed anything, so I'd made sure to keep
Trevor occupied whenever they might be undressed. Well
the girls in any case, I reasoned that if Jenny wasn't
smart enough to cover herself up with two teenage boys
around, they deserved to catch a peek.

I actually ran into an issue with Trevor the following
summer, as I recall. Emily had come to stay over with
us for a couple of weeks while her mom and dad went to
one of those silly corporate retreats, or something of
the sort. She had been out in the backyard, working on
an even tan and Trevor had... 

- X - X - X - 

... Oh yes, of course. I'm sorry, I was getting rather
ahead of myself there wasn't I? Where were we? 

Right, Jenny had taken Trevor and the girls out to see
that dumb singing fish, and Reggie couldn't go because
he'd hurt himself falling off the trampoline. Well, as
I said before, I felt uncomfortable leaving him there
in the RV all by himself, so I stayed with him. We had
been growing more and more bold with each other as the
weeks went by cooped up together in the Winnebago, and
it was only a matter of time, I suppose, before things
came to a boil. 

I'd waited for all of ten minutes after Jenny had left
with the other kids, checking to be sure that all the
Winnebago's plaid curtains were tightly closed. Reggie
looked bored; having settled in to wait for the others
to make their way back from their hike, he was passing
the time by playing games on a laptop computer.

"Hey Reggie," I said from the tiny bathroom, "I bought
a new swimsuit while we were shopping yesterday. Would
you like to see it?"

"Sure," he mumbled in a bored voice. 

There is little in the world that ranks as more boring
in the mind of a teenage boy than going shopping with
his mother. Wrapped in bandages as he was, he had been
unable to participate when everyone else went to visit
the world's largest indoor rock climbing wall, and it
didn't seem fair that he should have to spend the rest
of his vacation staring at the inside of the RV while
the other kids got to do a bunch of cool stuff, so I'd
taken him into town with me. 

He'd talked me into letting him see a new movie in the
mall cineplex while I hit a few department stores, but
his day had mostly been spent being dragged from store
to store while his mother tried on dresses or shoes or
jackets or other endlessly tedious things. He had not
seen my new swimsuit though. I had gotten that when he
was at the movies. 

I suppose he expected me to come out with the swimsuit
on a hanger or something, so when I walked out of the
bathroom wearing the tiny little barely-there swimsuit
he damn near dumped the laptop on the floor.

"Holy shit, mom," he whistled, "It's, Um... well, it's
hot. You look sexy as hell."

"Why, thank you," I said, doing a slow pirouette, "And
by the way, watch your language."

"Uh, sorry." He didn't sound sorry.

"I'll let you get away with it this time," I said with
a grin, "Mainly cause you said your mom was sexy. That
earns you brownie points."

Reggie couldn't take his eyes off me. Now I'm no super
model or anything, but I try to keep myself looking my
best. It's not quite as easy for me as for Jenny, and
I've gotta work my ass off to get there, but I'm proud
to say that I'll still turn heads when I walk down the
street. My legs aren't quite as long as hers, and I'm
slightly wider in my hips, but my 38DDs made up for my
other shortcomings. 

Darren once told me that I have smouldering dark brown
bedroom eyes, and if I turn the heat up with a sensual
gaze it's like I'm begging to be fucked without saying
a word. My eyes are set wide apart over a cute little
upturned nose, and I have delicate features, giving my
face a young schoolgirl aspect. I have luscious pouty
lips, which Darren always remarked were simply made to
be wrapped around a cock. All in all, I had nothing to
be ashamed of when I stood in front of a mirror.

It was the swimsuit, though, that put the icing on the
cake. It would likely be illegal to wear it in public
in many places, but then I hadn't bought it to wear in
public. It had been cut in a deep V-shape, including a
tight little thong, from which a pair of narrow strips
run up from between my thighs and over my tits. These
strips were connected by laces that criss crossed back
and forth down my belly in a shoelace pattern. The two
straps were only about two and a half inches across at
their widest; they didn't cover my tits at all.

Basically, only my nipples and my pussy were under the
carefully cut fabric, and while covered even they were
not hidden. The sexy swimsuit was made of micro weave
fishnet fabric that seemed opaque whenever viewed from
a distance, but was almost totally transparent if seen
up close. My cherry sized nipple were hard, I had made
sure of that before I'd left the bathroom by pinching
them gently until they stiffened under my fingers, and
they stood proudly visible through the woven fabric as
if it wasn't even there. The outline of my pussy could
be plainly seen through the fishnet fabric and my baby
could see that I kept it baby smooth.

I turned away with my back to Reggie, spread my thighs
and bent from the waist, causing the thong to pull up
snugly into the cleft of my ass and the fabric between
my legs to tighten, cupping my pussy the very same way
he'd cupped my breast just a few weeks before.

"So Reggie," I whispered, "Are you sure you like it?"

"Absolutely," he replied, "I really do. Undoubtedly."

"A simple yes would have sufficed," I replied, turning
back toward him with a wink.

"I know," he grinned, "But I wanted to make sure there
was no room for misunderstanding."

It was at that point that things started to get out of
control. See, I had been letting him spy on me while I
was in the shower, pretending not to know that he was
looking. I had been sleeping topless at night, or near
enough to it, and I'd even let him watch me masturbate
in that tiny little bathroom, but I guess that was all
just a bit of harmless exhibitionism. I hadn't touched
him, nor had he touched me. We had never done anything
together, and I had never planned to, but it should be
clear by now that my plan went seriously awry. 

It was still a bit early in the morning. Reggie hadn't
bothered to dress yet, and was still lying in his bunk
with just his sheet covering him, and wearing only his
boxers beneath it.

It had been my intention to show him the swimsuit, and
maybe flash him a bit, and nothing else. So okay, this
was a little more than I'd already been doing, and was
probably rather more than I had any business doing in
the first place, but I swear, I had never meant for it
to go any further than it had already gone.

As I turned to go back into the bathroom, though, with
the intention of changing back into something a little
less revealing, I couldn't help but notice a distinct
tent in the light sheet that Reggie had pulled up over
his waist. He turned onto his side and faced away from
me, mainly to hide his condition, I guess, but then I
thought he hissed in pain, before he mumbled something
about the stupid fucking trampoline.

"Reggie," I said with concern, "Is something wrong?"

"Don't worry about it, mom," he said, "It's nothing."

"Is your leg bothering you?" I persisted, "Do you want
an Aspirin or Tylenol?"

"No, it isn't that," he said, "It's nothing, okay?"

I don't know where the thought came from, but I laid a
hand on his hip and turned him back to face me. There
was a brief instant of resistance, but then he allowed
me to roll him onto his back. For some reason I pulled
the sheet away, then glancing back and forth from the
obvious hardness straining inside of his boxers to his
bandaged wrist, I understood the problem.

He'd clearly been turned on watching my little fashion
show, but I had given no thought to the fact that his
injured wrist didn't permit him to seek relief. He was
uncomfortable with me paying such mindful attention to
this particular part of his body, but I'd noticed that
he had made no move to cover himself, or to pull away
from me. He just lay there looking up at me, as though
waiting for me to make the next move.

"Baby, I'm so sorry," I whispered softly, "This is all
my fault, isn't it?"

"Well maybe a little," he said, hanging his head, "But
I didn't mean it to get hard like this, honest. Please
don't be mad."

"Oh baby, I'm not mad," I told him, "I was the one who
was going around with next to nothing on. It's totally
normal that your body would react. I couldn't be upset
with you for that."

"You couldn't?"

"Of course not baby," I said, "You're not a little boy
anymore. You're growing up, and I've been simply awful
to you over these last few weeks, teasing you as I've
been doing. I am your mother, for God's sake, I should
really know better. You don't have to be sorry for any
of that."

"Well, maybe for something else then?"

"Like what?"

"That night on the beach?" he said, bringing it up for
the first time, "You had to be mad about how I grabbed
your boob like that. I'm sorry."

"It's okay," I murmured, "Actually, I kinda liked it."

"I still can't believe that I... Hold on a second, run
that by me again?"

I was just as shocked as he was; I had not intended to
say that part out loud. Even in the very midst of his
own apology, though, I had distinctly watched his cock
twitch within his boxers as my words registered. There
it was, my dirty little secret in the open; my own son
had felt me up, and I liked it. The only question left
was, what was I going to do about it?

I hesitated only briefly, contemplating and discarding
in that instant everything that I had ever known about
mothers and sons. He was my son, and if I knew nothing
else, I knew that there was nobody in the whole world
who had ever or would ever love him any better or more
than I did, and I'd never do anything to hurt him. For
the very first time since the beginning of this whole
insane situation my body and my heart were on the same
page. I'd finally made my decision, and I was ready to
act on it without wasting any more time.

"Well you've apologized, and I've accepted," I said as
I reached down and grasped his rigid cock through the
fabric of his boxers, "But it seems that we still need
to find a solution for your problem."

"Oh my God, mom," he gasped, "What are you doing?"

"I just want to make you feel good," I replied, "I can
see that I got you all excited, but with your arm hurt
like it is, you can't do anything about it. So I think
I should do something about it for you. We don't have
to though, if it will make you uncomfortable. So would
you like me to stop?"

"Oh fuck, no," he breathed, then, "I mean, heck no."

"Under the circumstances," I grinned, "My fussing over
your use of bad language would be rather silly, don't
you think? So just lie back and let mommy take care of
you, and if it feels good, you just go right ahead and
say whatever you want."

I moment later he took the instructions to heart as he
watched me tug his boxers down over his hips and slide
the head of his seven inch shaft into my mouth.

"Oh fuck yeah, mom," moaned my young virgin son, "Suck
that fucking cock for me."

I blushed furiously at hearing those words coming from
my fourteen year old boy. Somehow, the combination of
his explicit directions and the word 'mom' in the same
sentence was an incredible turn on. I slipped his hard
length further into my mouth, even swirling my tongue
around the head as I took it deeper. Then he surprised
me by untying the straps behind my neck, loosening the
top of my swimsuit. I got the message clearly, pulling
it down and exposing my tits for him. Bobbing my head
up and down in his lap, it was as if a faucet had been
turned on right between my thighs. He had my hot pussy
absolutely dripping.

My first impressions of my son's equipment had clearly
been right on the money; this thing was incredible. It
was at least an inch longer than his fathers cock had
been, and it was also considerably thicker too, but it
still wasn't too large for me to do my best trick.

Tipping my chin upward, I slipped the head of Reggie's
thick cock all the way down my throat, taking him even
deeper until my plump red lips were kissing his balls
and he was groaning in delight. I backed off, stroking
his cock with my hand as I smiled proudly, then I took
the big shaft in my mouth all the way back to the root
again. Reggie's groans as his cock head slipped in and
out of my throat sent a dirty little thrill right down
into my pussy, making it demand attention.

I didn't think he'd take very much more of this, and I
had other plans for his throbbing hard cock anyway, so
I let him slide out of my mouth, and slithered my way 
up the length of his body. I wanted to take that final
step, I wanted his hard cock in my pussy. I wanted him
to fuck me.

"I want it, Reggie," I whispered, "Give it to me."

"Can I try something else first?" he asked.

By that time I couldn't have denied him anything, so I
nodded my head, curious as to where that delightfully
deviant brain of his would carry us. His one good hand
was apparently more than good enough for what he'd had
in mind; and before I even knew what he was up to, my
wonderful stud had whipped my new swimsuit all the way
down to my ankles, exposing my silky soft slit for his
obviously pleased appraisal.

Again, I was left wondering where he'd even learned to
do such a thing, and one handed yet, but I didn't have
time to give it much thought, as my attention was soon
diverted elsewhere. Reggie had begun planting a trail
of kisses up my inner thigh, beginning at my knee, and
moving with tantalizing slowness towards my hot aching
slit. His easy and unhurried pace was driving me wild
with desire, and just as I was about to grab a handful
of his hair and force him between my thighs, he placed
a soft kiss right on the lips of my pussy, giving me a
delicate thrill of delight.

Tentatively at first, and then with enthusiasm, Reggie
applied himself to pleasuring me. Nothing I could have
imagined that night in the dressing cabin, while I had
masturbated with him and fantasized about letting him
lick my pussy, could compare to the real thing. He had
an expert tongue, my virgin virtuoso, plunging it deep
into my velveteen wetness and licking up and down the
full length of my slit, but always coming back to suck
gently on my hard throbbing clit. 

It seemed, I thought as I spread my thighs to give him
better access, that I had a very talented son.

He slipped a finger into my sticky heat, but only long
enough to make it wet, then he vigorously flicked his
tongue over my stiff clit to distract me as he slipped
it gently into my ass. I know some girls don't like it
much, but I have always loved anal sex; the sensation
of something pumping in and out of my tight little ass
can often have me cumming before long, and this was no
exception. Just for an instant, I tried to resist, but
that combination of Reggie's finger skillfully probing
sensuously into my bottom and his tongue dancing madly
on my clit was more than I could stand.

"Right there, baby," I whimpered, "Ungh, yes... If you
keep... Ooh... doing just like that, you're gonna make
mommy cum."

The scent of sparkling lights filled me, and bursts of
electric color washed through my pussy as Reggie rode
out my orgasm, keeping that skillful tongue on my clit
and prolonging the delicious agony.

"Oh Reggie," I wailed, "Ungh, ungh, ungh... Ooooh!" 

Finally the tremors subsided, and I pulled my son back
up next to me.

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed, "That was incredible. Who on
earth taught you how to do that?"

"I learned about it in Sex Ed class," he said, "And on
the internet... But mostly the internet."

"Three cheers for Google," I smirked, rolling him over
on his back, "Now it's your turn."

Taking off his boxers and my now tangled swimsuit, and
discarding both upon the floor, I swung one leg across
his body, straddling his narrow hips. As I gazed down
into his eyes, I silently asked if this was truly what
he wanted; there was no going back from this.

He nodded his head just as silently, in answer to that
unasked question, and with no further hesitation I let
myself sink down onto him, impaling myself to the hilt
upon his magnificent young cock. I couldn't help but
let out a sudden gasp of delight as his thick hardness
penetrated into my dripping slit. Stretching my pussy
more than my husband's ever had, Reggie's cock reached
deeper as well, touching the places inside me that had
never been touched before. It was incredible.

"Ooh yeah! Do you like that?" I whispered, grinding my
pussy around in circles on his hips with his fourteen
year old cock buried inside me, "I guess my baby's not
a virgin anymore, huh? Does your cock feed good inside
of mommy's wet little pussy?"

"Fuck, mom," he moaned, reaching up and cupping my big
38DD tits in his strong hands, "It's so fucking hot in
your pussy. I wanna stay like this forever." 

Reggie instinctively began to buck his hips upwards as
he pumped his cock in and out of my slit, gritting his
teeth, with the struggle of trying not to cum written
plainly upon his face. The very thought of feeling his
hot seed spurting up into my wet pussy sent shivers of
ecstasy shooting like lightning bolt directly from my
clit to my brain. There was nothing I wanted more, but
he wasn't wearing a condom and I didn't want to take a
chance on him getting me pregnant.

Apparently he knew the risks as well as I did, because
he began to slow his pace, breathing deeply and trying
to restrain himself. Chalk up another mark for Sex Ed
and Google. As careful as he was being, though, I knew
it was only a matter of time until he lost control and
blew his load inside me, so it was probably time to do
something else.

"You can't cum in my pussy," I said sadly, "As much as
I would like you to."

"Oh no, mom," he pleaded, "We can't stop now."

"Of course not," I gently reassured him, "I didn't say
that we had to stop, sweety, only that I can't let you
cum inside me."

Lifting myself off of him, I felt my son's shaft slide
out of me with a wet pop and I rolled over to lie next
to him, sweat dripping from my body.

"Don't you worry, though," I finished, reaching out to
stroke his hard throbbing cock, "Mommy is still gonna
make you cum. Now, how would you like to fuck mommy in
the ass? Or would you rather I finished what I started
earlier and have me suck you off?"

His eyes glazed over; for a second there I had thought
that my intentionally dirty talk had sent Reggie over
the edge, and that he was going to shoot his cum in my
hand right then and there. He didn't though. Rather he
took a few deep breaths to settle himself and tried to
make a choice. Of course, I wasn't making it easy for
the boy. With my hand working up and down on his slick
shaft as it was, if he didn't make up his mind soon it
really was going to be too late.

"Uh, whichever one I choose," he said, "Could we still
do the other one some other time, maybe?"

"We'll see," I replied with a sassy wink, betting that
this likely wouldn't be the last time Reggie and I got
nasty together.

Apparently reaching a verdict, he sat up upon the edge
of the bed and had me kneel down on the floor in front
of him. Placing his hand upon the back of my head, he
tangled his fingers gently in my hair, pushing my face
down toward his hips where his cock eagerly awaited my
attention. It's never failed to turn me on when a guy
is forceful, as Reggie was now. I usually like it kind
of rough, but strangely enough some girls don't. 

I've never understood that; I mean, I think it's about
as sexy as hell. I would have to give him some advice
about that later on, but as far as I was concerned, he
was doing just fine for now.

Following Reggie's lead, I placed my hands on his hips
and opened my mouth, taking his big hard cock between
my luscious red lips without touching it with my hands
at all. I have always thought that there was something
wickedly erotic about being on my knees in front of a
guy, and him just looking down at me while I'm sucking
him off. Reggie kept his hand upon the back of my head
while I bobbed up and down in his lap, and moaned as I
paused long enough to give the head of his big shaft a
slow tongue job.

Dipping one hand between my legs, I sought out my clit
and began to stroke it. My baby smooth little slit was
dripping again, and it only took about twenty seconds
or so of rubbing my big clit before I began to jerk my
hips and whimper around Reggie's cock, as a hot orgasm
blasted vigorously through me.

I remembered what he had done while he licked my pussy
earlier, and I decided to return the favor. Slipping a
finger into my sticky little slit, I made it nice and
wet then began to trail it under his balls. He got the
idea quickly, shifting forward to the very edge of his
low bunk. Helping him place both feet upon my knees to
lift his legs higher, I slipped my finger gently into
his ass, hearing him groaning as I began to stroke his
sensitive prostate.

"You like that, don't you?" I asked, stroking his cock
with my other hand as I gazed up at him, "Does it feel
good when mommy fingers your little ass like this?"

By way of answer, Reggie just groaned again, and began
spurting his cum in my face. I'd really been intending
to swallow it for him, but thought, 'fuck it, this is
hot too,' and kept stroking his hard pipe, jerking him
off as he sprayed jet after jet of hot cum all over my
lips and my cheeks, some even getting in my hair. That
was when everything hit the fan.

As I knelt there upon the floor, smiling up at my sexy
fourteen year old son, with his hot cum trickling from
my face and dripping down my big tits, Jenny opened up
the door... 

- X - X - X - 

...So there I sat at the table, sipping cold coffee at
my kitchen table, across from my best friend Jenny and
her younger step sister, Carol. Neither of them acted
quite as appalled as I thought they should, given what
I'd just told them, but I just chalked it up to simple
shock. They were horrified, no doubt, but I'd rendered
them speechless with the sheer awful truth of what I'd
done with my boy.

"Well come on, you guys," I pleaded, "Don't just leave
me hanging. Not that it matters, I suppose. You really
don't have to say anything at all, when it comes right
down to it, do you?

I already know what you're thinking. You think I never
should have done what I did, and that I'm some kind of
sicko for letting it happen in the first place. Maybe
you're right, but you know what? I don't regret it for
a second, and to be honest, I can't even tell you that
I'd do anything differently if I had it to do over.

Yes, I know everybody says it's wrong, but who gets to
decide what fits into that category anyway? I can make
that choice myself, thank you very much; and so should
everybody else. I mean, as long as we weren't hurting
anyone else, shouldn't Reggie and I be allowed to make
up our own minds about what's right and wrong?"

"Beth! Beth, listen just a second," Carol said, "We're
not judging you, sweety, we're really not. We'd be the
last people who would ever have any right to."

That last bit got through to me. I had thought she was
upset with me, but maybe I was wrong.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked.

"Well, it's true," said Jenny softly, "Let me tell you
about what happened the last time Carol and I took the
girls camping, then maybe you'll understand..." 

- X - X - X - 

THE END ???