Mom camping with son

If it was possible, Paul got even harder. He heard his mother whimper and then she reached a hand behind her and grabbed the Paul’s crotch.

“Mo—”

“Shh,” his mother cut him off and turned her face towards his. “Kiss me.”

Paul did, and his mother moaned into his mouth as they mashed their lips together. She squeezed his hardness through his pants. Paul gasped, moving his hands up from his mother’s hips, across her plump belly, cupping her huge boobs and loving how big and heavy they were.

“Yes,” she moaned into his mouth, as he roughly squeezed her boobs. “You’ve been looking at them all day, uh…”

Paul was embarrassed. He hadn’t thought his quick, little glances had been noticeable. He pulled his hands away backing up a little. Reality was setting in. This was his mother. He was not right. He turned and nearly jumped out of the RV’s door.

Larry was leaning back against the counter and Jenny had taken her mouth off of his cock again, slowly jerking him. “Michelle.”

Michelle was immobile. She stared open-mouthed at the lovers in front of her.

“Michelle,” Jenny said again, continuing to stroke Larry’s cock. “You need to go to him. Love him tonight, or you’re going to lose him.”

“I can’t lose him,” Michelle whimpered.

“Then go to him,” Jenny said. “Suck him like this. Show him how much you love him. Tell him you love him. Then let him be a man and let him fuck you all night long.”

Jenny turned her face to Larry’s throbbing cock, and sucked him back into her mouth. Michelle, left them and stumbled back to the campsite, where she caught Paul taking his sleeping bag and backpack over to the Volvo.

“What?”

“I’m sleeping in the car, mom.”

“You can’t. I—”

“What? Why? We—”

Michelle moved over to him, pressing herself against him and trapping him against the car door. “Because I love you. Jenny told me—she told me—I can’t lose you.” Then Michelle kissed him, reaching around and grabbing his ass, pulling his hardness against her.

“Mom,” Paul weakly protested, as she pulled her lips away from him.

“Into the tent,” she said, walking ahead. She stumbled and Paul reached out to steady her.

Regaining her balance, she entered the tent, turning on the electric camp light inside. Paul followed her in. He watched in wonder as she sat down, facing him, peeling off her tight blouse, unclasping her industrial strength bra and exposing her big, heavy tits.

“Wow, you’re so big. I mean…not you…uh…”

She giggled, hefting a giant boob in each hand. “I know what you mean. You mean these; they are big and you’re overdressed.”

Paul peeled his own shirt off and then pulled off his shorts and boxers. His mother squeezed out of her own shorts and panties. They were both sitting there, naked, breathing heavily and looking at each other.

“Jenny told me what I needed to do,” she said, crawling over to him. “Lie on your back.”

Paul did. His hard cock pointing straight up at the ceiling. “Mom, you’re drunk.”

“No. You call me Michelle, or baby-cakes from now on. I’m your girlfriend, here and now, and I’m gonna suck that big cock of yours all the way down my throat and drink your cum. How does that sound?”