Kyle would tell me how my ass looked good in my tight shorts, or go into detail about how he loved every way my breasts bounced as we walked the uneven trails through the jungle. How he loved the little sounds I made as he teased me.
I told him how I loved how much more muscular he was getting out here. Running my hands over his strong torso as we lay together at night. About how much of a man he had become as he sunk his cock into me.
I no longer felt the need to give him his privacy if I saw a boner forming in the front of his shorts. I was the only one who excited him like that anymore. If I was feeling in the mood (which I often was) I would find somewhere comfortable nearby and let him take me.
We no longer bathed separately, either. Taking the chance to explore each other’s bodies even more as we washed each other. Afterward, walking back to the cave, excited for the night ahead.
We had finally hit a state of perfection. Everything I could possibly ever want in the world was right here.
And so, one day we found ourselves picking fruit when Kyle began to get a boner again. I had bent down to pick some of the berries from a nearby bush.
‘God! You’re tempting me with that sight,’ he said.
‘What?’ I giggled, looking back at him, careful to hold my pose. My ass stuck out high in the air. My pendulous breasts hanging freely beneath me. I grinned as his cock strained even harder in his shorts.
‘Owh!’ he groaned, reaching down into his shorts and rearranging his cock. As he removed his hand his cock head sat proudly up, sticking about 3 inches above his belt line.
‘Maybe you should just stop wearing pants all together,’ I suggested. ‘You’d be more comfortable without them.’
I had seen how uncomfortable his cock was inside his pants whenever he got a boner. It was at least 8 inches erect. There just wasn’t enough room in his pants for it once it got hard, and I had seen him wince many times when it had been caught at a bad angle.
‘I’m fine, mum. It’s an easy fix.’
It would have once seemed such a strange thing, my son standing there with his erection poking out of his shorts. Me, bent over with my breasts exposed before him. Yet it was no longer out of the ordinary for us. Him asking to fuck me to sate an urge had become as natural as him asking me for food to sate his hunger.
He rubbed his thumb over the glistening head of his cock. ‘I might just go have a wank, actually. I promise I’ll be back soon to help you.’
‘Hey!’ I called as he turned to leave. ‘You’re not just going to leave your poor old mum alone while you go have all the fun, are you? Come back here, I’m horny too.’
‘Oh,’ he stammered. ‘Sorry, I didn’t think…’
‘What have I told you about my sex drive,’ I said, wiggling my wide butt as I pulled my shorts and panties down over it. ‘I’m always horny for you, sweetie.’
He didn’t need any more prompting. He kicked his shorts off and joined me by the bushes. I sat back on the ground and angled my hips toward him. My pussy dripped with excitement, beckoning him in. He got down between my legs and grabbed my thigh, guiding his cock into me.