Mom camping with son

“Well I grabbed my stuff and ran into your tent. You were sleeping soundly under the blanket so I borrowed your sleeping bag and that’s it.”

“I’m so sorry, Paul,” she said, taking a drink of her own coffee. “I guess there’s no way we can repair it?”

“I can’t, I’m sorry,” he said, digging into their breakfast. They finished eating in silence. Paul, all the while wondering if his mother suspected anything. He felt like he had to ask something but couldn’t find the right question. He was so confused. His own mother had taken his virginity last night and he couldn’t share that fact with anyone else in the whole world, especially not her!

When they finished eating, they both went over to inspect the tent and see what could be salvaged. They hung his sleeping bag over a tree branch to dry and then dismantled the tent and set that aside to dry before stowing it in the car. His mother gave him a few contemplative glances as they sat down with another cup of coffee.

“Well, here’s the question, honey,” his mother said as they set about straightening up the campsite. “I’d still like to stay up here, at least one more night, but that would mean sharing a tent together.”

She looked at him hopefully, flashing Paul her best smile. She had her hands on her hips, causing her chest to thrust out towards him. She wasn’t doing it on purpose, Paul knew, but he had to fight to not stare at her massive boobs.

All Paul could think about was that he had been thrusting his cock between those wide hips last night and that he had cum between those white teeth, smiling at him now. His cock twitched involuntarily in his pants. He wanted to tell her that they needed to get home, but the dark side of his mind was wondering if he could get his mother drunk enough for another round tonight. She would never know.

“Paul?” she said walking close to him and grabbing his hand. “Want to try it?’

“Yes,” he said without thinking. “Let’s try another night. How did you sleep?” he blurted the question out, without thinking about the consequences.

“Okay, I think I had a bit too much to drink and I had some wild dreams. I really need to take a shower though. I’m all sticky and sweaty. I’ll be back in fifteen minutes and then we’ll go on that hike we were talking about.”

Paul set about putting some water and snacks in his little bag for the hike. He knew why she was sticky and she hadn’t acted like she suspected anything. He took a deep breath and started to relax.

“Hello,” said a soft, high voice from behind him.

Paul spun around. “Hello there,” he said smiling.

There was a young girl, not much older than Paul standing there holding two gallons of water. “I’m Jenny,” she said. “We just pulled into the camp site next to yours.”

Oh, great, Paul thought. All he needed now was neighbors. “I’m Paul,” he said.

“Camping alone?” she asked looking at his lone tent.

“No,” he said, and then paused. What was he going to say next? I’m sharing a tent with my mother?

Jenny looked at him expectantly; waiting for his answer.

“Uh…I’m camping with my girlfriend,” he blurted. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Why did he say that? How was he going to explain that to his mother?