Mom camping with son

“Oh Paul.” she whimpered as she came down from her orgasm, at last releasing her legs.

When he could breathe again, Paul told her that he was going to cum as well, and started to pull out of her.

“Don’t you dare!” she hissed at him. “Fill me with your seed. Cum deep inside me, baby. Inside me!”

Paul thrust his cock inside his mother, shooting his load deep inside her, filling her with his seed at her request. This was much better than skeeting on her belly, although that was pretty hot too, he had to admit. This was better though; much, much better.

Paul rolled off of his mother after he was spent. She moved against him pulling the blankets and comforter over them. “I love you,” she said, kissing his cheek and drifting off to sleep. Paul passed out a short time later, loving the feeling of his mother’s plump body against his. She really was the woman of his dreams. Forget Judy Summers.

Paul woke up the next morning alone in the tent. He dressed quickly and went outside. His mother wasn’t there. It was a little chilly this morning, so he got some jeans and a sweater out of the Volvo, grabbed his toiletries and headed over to the bathrooms. After brushing his teeth and changing his clothes, he went back to the campsite. There was still no sign of his mother. He grabbed a protein bar and some juice and sat there wondering if she was angry at him for last night. Would she still love him?

He tried to make sense of it, but his thoughts were soon interrupted.

“Hey Paul,” Jenny said, coming over to where he was sitting. She had two cups of coffee in her hand and offered him one.

“Thanks,” he said as she sat down next to him. “Have you seen my—I mean—Michelle?”

Jenny put her hand on Paul’s leg. “Yes. I saw her this morning. We talked. She needed some time to herself.”

“Why? What did she say?”

“Listen. When I was finished with Larry, I came over last night and looked in the tent.”

“You saw?”

“And heard. Everything.”

Paul turned so red, that he felt like the skin was going to melt off of his face. “You—I—”

Jenny giggled. “It’s okay, it was really hot. I could have watched you two fuck all night, but—”

Paul started to get up, but Jenny pulled him back down.

“Wait. I heard you guys. I know that Michelle’s your mother.”

Reality hit hard and Paul felt like a freak. He hadn’t thought any of this through. He felt like he was going to burst into tears.

Jenny scooted closer to him putting her arm around him. “You’re so uptight. Relax. It’s okay. I’m not judging you and I still think you two were made to be together. Michelle went up to the clearing we were at yesterday to sort things out. You need to go to her now, though; right now.”

“I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to say. What if she doesn’t—What if—”

“She does love you. Are you scared?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s go up together. Come on. Finish your coffee and let’s go.”

Paul drained his barely warm coffee in one big swig, and let Jenny lead him up the trail to his mother. To his doom.

They found her sitting on a log, looking out over the valley, still and lost in thought. Paul started to back away, but Jenny gripped his arm. “Come on,” she whispered in his ear, pulling him along behind her as she walked over to Michelle.