Camping Out

Paul looked up from the map on his lap. Acres of empty land in front of

them. Ah the life! He looked across to his 36 year old mother, Jane. Her

brown silky hair across the fair face. She certainly looked better than

when their father, Hugh, passed away three years ago. Life then was

harrowing for Paul. Now only 18, he was a young man of 15 when that

happened. It was not great for him that his mother was not there for him

at that time. He thought about how she took more than a year to get over

the incident.

"Paul, what's wrong. Why the blank look?" Jane asked, looking across to

him on the right hand side.

Paul turned back and smiled. It was good to have her back again. They

were going on a trip to together to the out of town forest for a hiking

expedition. Two days with his mother and no one else. He smiled at the

thought.

"Nothing mum. You're the greatest, that's all," he said, getting across

and kissing her on the cheek.

She smiled. It has been a while since he seemed this happy. She was

happy for him. She still felt guilty about not being there for him when

Hugh passed away. Not that it was not a shock that he got run down in

the street. But because it must have hit him harder than it did her. She

was happy though that he had tried to take his place. She was proud of him.

They arrived in the afternoon. They then took all their backpacks off

the car, parked the car in a suitable area and walked off. Jane walked

in front and Paul followed her. From the back, Paul noticed that his

mum, despite her age, had a very cute butt. He then felt ashamed about

thinking about his mother in such a way.

That was when his mother suddenly stopped and turned back.

"Paul, there's a bog and a river in front which we need to pass to get

to the other side."

Paul looked at the map.

"You know, mum, if we were to turn back and turn left that last turn, we

could miss this bog."

"Don't be silly Paul. Let's just get across."

They then went into the chest-high stream at its deepest, about 15 feet

across. He went in first and had no trouble going across. She needed

help to get pulled out.

"Crap, look at me. . I'm all wet Paul."

The pull of the backpack on her back pulled her white t-shirt to its

fullest across her chest. Paul managed to have a glance at her despite

himself.

What he saw impressed him - she had a wonderful rack. Her erect brown

nipples, probably caused by the cold water, stood out of her transparent

T-shirt. Her large breasts looked ripe for the picking and for the first

time, he felt a sexual urge for his mother. In fact, the fact that she

was braless made her look like she was almost completely topless, her

T-shirt revealing more than it was hiding.

"Paul, stop looking at me," Jane teased.

It was obvious Jane saw the way he was looking at her and felt sorry for

him. She quickly pulled her T-shirt outwards. He looked up, uneasily.

She then cut the terrible tension around them.

"Don't worry Paul, I know what boys' hormones are like. Let's continue."

He was relieved. While he felt a little ashamed of his obvious arousal

at seeing her almost naked breasts, he could not help feeling a deep

fascination with his mother. She, on the other hand, felt sorry for him.

She truly meant what she said and furthermore, while she was by no means

a loose woman, she could not help but feel proud and even a bit aroused

that her son had obviously looked at her body, even if it was not

perfect. However, she shrugged off the thought almost as quickly as it

came.

They then continued walking on. They went in further and a few hours

later, she suddenly stopped again.

"Paul, I have to go," Jane said, as she crossed her legs slightly.

"Mum, can't you hold on for a few hours more, we're almost there, I

think," Paul said to her mother, as he looked down to his map. The truth

was he did not know, but it sure sounded better that "Shit, we're lost."

"Oh Paul I really have to go."

She went to the side, near the undergrowth. It was hard to see, so she

asked him to help shine the torch on her path off the track to bring her

deeper in and she might relieve herself there.

"Okay, here would be fine. Don't look but shine the torch on the ground. "

They were by now, quite deep in the undergrowth. Without the torch, it

would be quite impossible to see anything. He then aimed at the ground

below her. He heard her undoing her zipper and crouching down. He then

heard the faint tinkle and the faint aroma of her urine. Despite

himself, he turned back to try and get a better look. Realizing that she

coulldn't see where he was looking, he came slightly closer and that was

when it happened.

Total darkness.

"Paul, where is the torch?"

"Fuck, mum, I've dropped it."

"Well, go and find it, I don't have the confidence to pee in this

darkness."

Paul then slowly crouched down and started fiddling with the ground.

That was when he accidentally touched her on her bare skin just above

the ground.

"Oh Paul," Jane moaned.

Paul, pulled back his hand and blushed (not that anyone could see it.)

However, he then felt her hand come back on his, a sign on

encouragement, and pull his hand back towards her cunt. He slowly

touched the puffy lips of her cunt.

He then felt her pushing back on his hand. Feeling braver, he started to

roam his hands all over her pubic region, a region no son should be

allowed access to. His hand explored her deepest areas, while she slowly

gyrated to his fingers in her, till he felt her cunt pull on his middle

finger that was lodged up in her cunt. She was getting aroused.

"Oh Paul... Oh!" she squealed in delight.

He felt her juices leak on his hand. He had also felt the wet stain on

his trackie bottoms. He was leaking pre-come. They both kneeled there, a

strange silence filling the air. Her son had just invaded her most

private area. And instead of ignoring him, she had accepted him.

"Son, let's find the torch."

They then both touched the ground and then it was found by Paul.

"Here it is," he said, as he flicked it on.

Just at that moment, he realized that she was still exposed, that she

had not covered up after their act. She realized the cause of his

staring and zipped up quickly. However, before she did it, he had

managed a good look at her snatch. The puffy lips were nice a pinkish

color, folding at the centre. The bush just above it seemed extremely

hairy, like revealing what a virgin is hiding.

"Son, what happened was well..." Jane said, trying to find a reasonable

explanation.  "Well, it should not happen again. You know it's wrong,

God won't accept incest darling. It's just wrong. What's been done can't

be undone, I love you son but what happened must never be allowed to

ever happen again."

Her son nodded.

"Well, it looks like it's almost night time. Better get the tent ready,"

she said.

They went back near the main track and set up base there. They then sat

at a small fire he had made, making small conversation trying to forget

what had happened. About two hours later, Paul went to sleep.

His mom slept on the other side, anxious not to allow what had happened

earlier be reenacted.

A few hours later, he woke up, only to realize that his mother was not

where she was earlier. Being scared, he went out and saw her a few feet

away from the tent (now there was the light from the fire). She was

crouched with back to tent and he could see a huge brown turd coming out

of her arse hole. He had a boner instantly and noticed the turd was

steaming.

His mother seemed to be constipated as she seemed to be having problems

shitting and the turd emerging was enormous. He then decided to make his

move. He released his boner from the constraints of his shorts and

walked slowly towards his mother. He then slowly crouched down and

slowly as he saw turd pinch off and fall to the ground, pushed his cock

into her arsehole.

"Unnhh..Paul, what are you doing...?"

Before she has a chance to respond, he had already started to mount her,

and started pushing into her anal passage, cornholing her.

"Ohhh... Paulaaahhhh."

She started pushing back.

"Paul, I have to go, please, let me go.."

He tried to stay in her, but the pressure from her outgoing shit was

just too large. His shit-covered cock was forced out of her puckered

hole and another fat brown turd slithered out.

"Ahhhhooohhhh."

Before she had a chance to respond, he violently jammed his cock into

her shitty butthole, all eight inches of it. It was the tightest hole he

had ever felt. He probed in further.

"Ohhh Paul."

He continued pushing, her shitter so tight and unused to accommodating

her young son's virile cock. She slowly rested, even though her shit was

under them, and allowed her son's sweet shit-coated cock into her. She

wanted it as much as him.

"Unnngghhhh," she moaned, allowing him to enter further into her.

He pushed further into his mother, probing parts of a mother that no son

should have access to. He pushed in and felt the end of his cock touch a

hot turd, deep up her shitpipe.  It felt so wrong, yet so right.

"Oh, darling, push into me baby."

He listened to his mother and continued pushing in, feeling his mother's

rectum churn around his tool. He slowly pushed her t-shirt up and

revealed her two golden globes. The nipples that had satisfied his

hunger when he was young, the same nipples that would satisfy his hunger

again. He slowly pinched and pulled at the now rock hard erected

eraser-like nipples. Her large brown areolas wrinkled in excitement as

he continued his assault on them. His mother was now responding to his

thrusts like a bitch in heat ready to mate: by thrusting back to allow

her son's cock deeper and deeper penetration of her shithole, a hole

which now united her and her son.

Jane started to orgasm. Paul then started to come. He pushed and

penetrated her shitter again, where spurt after spurt of his incestuous

seed squirted in. He kissed her shoulders and pulled her closer.  Their

union was by now sloppy, with cum dripping out of her pooper.

He then pulled out of her, her gaping turd-hole slowly unenveloping his

cock, and when it finally broke the lovely union of the lovers, a lewd

farting sound emerged. Cum belched from Jane's anus and they kissed,

knowing that they had just consummated their relationship as mother and

son and could no longer go back to the ordinary loving that most mothers

and sons had to live with.

She admitted that Paul had taken her anal virginity and that no one else

had ever entered her puckered shit hole. She is still fucking her son

like a bitch in heat everyday and they stay as lovers, but that's

another story for another day isn't it?