I was glad that it was very dark in the tent as my cock grew hard while caressing my mother’s hair. I could feel her breasts underneath her t shirt flatten against my chest. Occasionally I could feel her nipples harden and then grow soft again. Mom had nice size breasts for her height, about a 36C with large nipples and they feel so good pressed against me. Her breathing became more rhythmic and she began to softly snore. I continued to gently stroke her hair but slowly lowered my other arm back her back and rested it on her butt. As I enjoyed the feel of her silky panties, I thought I had heard my mother made a pleasant “hmmm” sound between snores. My mind started to go wild at that point. I wanted to slide my hands in her panties or under her shirt. Maybe I would take off her shirt and play with her breasts. My thoughts grew more erotic but I did nothing but hold Gwen as before.
My imagination was deep into having sex with her and the feeling in my cock interrupted my flow of thoughts. I could not believe it. I had not even touched my hard cock and yet it was ready to erupt. I could not mentally stop it and cum began to spurt out of my cock and into my briefs. I enjoyed the feeling of cumming while holding my sleeping mother and let the hot wet cum spurt across my lower stomach and hips. After the good feeling passed, I wonder do I do now? I very slowly rolled my mother from my chest and on to her back in the sleeping bag. I covered her with the fold of the sleeping bag and gave her a light kiss on her lips. I quickly got out of my bag and very quietly unzipped the tent. I was outside the tent in a flash. Being careful walking barefoot, I got a few feet away from the tent and removed my briefs. I wiped myself off with the dry back side of the briefs and then tossed it far into the woods. Bare naked, I returned to the tent and quietly zipped the door and slid back into my bag. I relaxed and figured I would be up first to get dressed before she awoke. Then I thought how cool. If my mom only knew how close she was to her nude son in the bag next to her.
The rising sun woke me up early that next morning and I did get dressed before Gwen awoke. I pulled my pack outside and started to get some breakfast prepared. I checked to make sure my briefs from last night were nowhere in sight. I let her sleep at late as possible and then woke her when breakfast was ready. Gwen came out of the tent in a tight fitting T shirt and a new pair of stretch hiking shorts. She began to brush her hair and then donned a tennis headband to hold her hair in place.
Gwen walked to the campfire and said, “Coffee smells good and I’m starving.”
I smiled and said, “Good Morning, let me pour you some.” I proceeded to pour coffee into a thermal cup and handed to my mother as she sat by the campfire. She took a sip and let the hot fluid wake her up. “Looks like you are still half asleep.”
“Do I look that bad without makeup or doing my hair?” she asked.
“Oh no” I said, “You look great without it. You just look a little tired, that’s all.”