He felt his own orgasm approaching. He knew that he couldn’t cum inside his own mother. She had relaxed her legs and had only a gentle grip on his arms now.
“That’s it…uh…can you cum again? cum for me.”
With a great effort he pulled his throbbing cock out of her pussy and pressed it hard against her soft, fat belly shooting his load across it. He pumped several streams of semen onto her with some of it splattering against the underside of one of her big, fat tits. He finally stopped cumming, knowing that his mother was covered with his ejaculate.
She giggled in the darkness and told him to find her a towel. He reached around him, finding one of her white washcloths that she never traveled without and handed it to her. She wiped herself clean, in the darkness, as he kneeled there in the tent trying to wrap his mind around what had just happened and what he would say to her. He needn’t have worried, as she was snoring contentedly seconds later.
Paul covered her up with the blanket, and, this time, he zipped up the sleeping bag, cocooning himself, inside, safe and sound. He tried to stay awake, but soon exhaustion overcame him and he was asleep too.
He awoke with a start, looking around quickly. It was daylight, and thankfully his mother was still sleeping peacefully under her blanket. Paul quickly got up and peaked out of the tent. It was very early in the morning and no one on this side of the campgrounds was up and about yet.
Paul grabbed his big towel, wrapped it around his waist and ran over to the car. He found his bag of clothes and toiletries and headed over to the shower facility. The rain hadn’t caused much in the way of damage or flooding. In fact, the only thing ruined was his tent and the soaked contents inside.
When Paul got back to the campsite, his mother was up stoking the fire and working on breakfast. She stopped what she was doing when he approached, looking at him in a panic and running over to him. Paul nearly choked on his own saliva and dropped his bag on the road. He broke out in a cold sweat. Why was she looking at him that way? Did she know? Her tits were flopping obscenely as she ran towards him. He looked down at the ground, quickly.
She reached him and grasped his wrist. Paul nearly ran the other way, but as his legs tensed up her hand lifted up his chin. “Oh god, Paul,” she said pulling him over to the fire. “I’m so sorry! What happened to your tent? My god, I slept right through everything! What happened?”
Paul inwardly heaved an enormous sigh of relief. He almost cried he was so relieved. She didn’t know anything or she would have said something.
His mother handed him a mug of coffee. “This will warm you up,” she said. She didn’t know. His secret was safe.
“Thanks,” Paul said, recovering and giving her a G-rated version of last night. “After we went to bed, we got a downpour. I hadn’t noticed, but there was a huge gash in the top of my tent. It’s a lake in there, still.” He took a big sip of coffee.
“What did you do?” she said, serving them both up a plate of the breakfast she had been working on.
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