Camping mother and son

It was the eve of the holidays, and my mother was excited about a break from work, and I, of course, excited about a school break that I hadn't had in a while. My mother was 38 years old at the time, and I was 18, and we had been living alone since my older sister had moved to go to medical school in another city. It was unbearably hot at the time, and my mother, with all her excitement, didn't want to waste our break by spending the heat inside the house. So she decided to schedule a camp for us to spend the holidays doing something different from the routine and cooling off from the heat outdoors. I'm always very homely, so I didn't feel very excited about these kinds of programs, but in fact, it would be something to set up at the end of the day. We went to the supermarket for the next few days for our camping, which would have lasted for a few days. We'd been living there for a few more days. By the way, when we got there, we noticed that there was a camping stand on top of the hill, and we were very happy about it.
I've been wanting a break for so long, son... she spoke with enthusiasm.
- Yeah, me too. I couldn't take any more KKK classes.
- Let's forget about work and school this holiday, let's enjoy this nature, this weather... and breathed a sigh of relief.
- You got it, Mom.
It's a pity your sister can't come, she'd love to camp in this heat... can you go set up the tent while I fetch water from the mine?
- Yes, I can.
So I started setting up the tent by following a small instruction manual, while my mother was fetching some bottles to fill with water from a mine not far away. When she returned, I hadn't finished setting up, so she helped me finish. When we finished, we were silent looking at the tent, and when I looked at my mother's face, I realized that we were obviously thinking the same thing: how small the tent was. But we didn't say anything, we just thought. I realized that the night would be long because I had room to sleep, and in that tent, it would be impossible to have a comfortable night's sleep. But I let it roll and started putting together branches to light a fire in order to prepare some appetizers, like the classic marmallow on the hearth.
We made some snacks by the fire, we talked a lot about various subjects, we talked nonsense, we played dice, we fought with some mosquitoes. The people from the camps next to us were drinking, listening to country music, funk, some women were shouting whores, dancing with the men. When we saw, the clock was already striking 00:00 and the nearest campers were already quieter, not making much noise. Many had already gone to sleep or had sex in their tents, as it seemed.
- Looks like the guys finally got tired, huh...my mom said, getting up and stretching.
- Also, they've been drinking all night, so they must be dead.
- I'm sleepy, but this heat is too much, I'm going to wet myself in the mine and I'll be right back...said my mother as she was going there.
Really, the heat was killing, I was sweating and even with the body scratching from so hot. After a few seconds she returns, with wet hair, and a bit of the regatta that she was wearing wet too, looking for a towel in the backpack that was in the tent and warning that she would dry and go to bed because she wanted to get up early to see the sunrise. I also went to the mine to cool down a little and then returned to put out the fire and get ready for sleep. On my return, I dried myself, I put out the fire and already went to the tent to sleep too. When I entered, my mother was lying in the middle of the tent and soon moved to the side, leaving room for me to say:
- The tent is tight, but we get along kkk...said my mother laughing.
And I lay down next to her and made myself comfortable as I could, until we were more or less comfortable, and after a few seconds, I commented,
- I think we got the wrong tent, Mom. Kkk. This one here, I think it was made for one person.
- I'm thinking that too kkk, but we can spend this holiday...maybe, not without back pain kkk my mother joked.
I'd been trying to sleep for about 20 minutes, but I couldn't, the size of that tent really bothered me, and the heat didn't help either, and both my mother and I would move around a lot, and in some of those moves, we'd end up rubbing each other, inevitably, and even his butt would scratch my groin at one time or another, but we wouldn't say anything, because it wasn't on purpose, we were just trying to make ourselves as comfortable as possible so that sleep would come.
My mother was wearing a white sweatshirt and a short jeans shorts and I was wearing a white T-shirt as well and a thinner bermuda. At one point, we were quiet for a few minutes, so I decided to take off my shirt to relieve the heat and so I did, throwing it in a corner. My mother, who also hadn't been able to sleep yet, saw my movement to take off my shirt and commented:
- I thought you were asleep, son...
- It 's complicated in this tiny tent .
- At least you can take your shirt off in this heat kkk
- You can too, Mom, what's the problem?
- You know, no one will really see...She said, already making a lighter movement, a bit embarrassed by the small space to move, and took off her raft. - Much better! Maybe now we can sleep... She said with a sigh...
Without thinking twice, I also removed my bermuda, in a movement similar to hers, to get rid of as much of that hellish heat as possible. Since she could wear a bra, I could just wear underwear, I thought. Mother was surprised by my sudden movement:
- That, boy, even scared me kkk
- Oh, since you took the regatta off too, I'm not gonna have that bermuda warming me up here...
Mother was silent for some few seconds, looking at her shorts, as if she were thinking better, and also pulled it off, agreeing with my previous argument.
- Okay... said tossing his shorts in a corner and settling back on his side.
Our tent was set up in the open air and was made of a thin cloth, which allowed the light from outside to penetrate inside, and, as the moon was full that day, it was possible to see very clearly inside the tent, as if there were a natural light inside. Mother was lying on her stomach up with one leg stretched out and the other more bent. And I was also lying on my stomach up, and you could clearly see her body (this position we were in now was the one that made us the best placed inside the tent, any other was already uncomfortable and inevitable for us to lean). She was wearing a white set of underwear and leathered panties. And it was possible to see that her skin was sweaty on her legs, on her stomach and on the big ones, which I know were, by the way. And so, without explanation, this situation began to feel a little strange to me, a strange feeling, my mother was there.
But until this moment, everything was normal, except for this uncomfortable feeling that I didn't understand very well, but when I got tired of the position I was in, after a while in it, I had to change, and apparently she was already uncomfortable in that way, too, so I turned to the side, with my back to my mother, and my mother ended up turning to me, and she cowered with me, and my butt ended up in her crotch, and I could feel her panties leaning on my butt over my panties, and even without leaning, I could feel her breasts were a few inches away from my back, and at a certain point, she moved, trying to settle in, and ended up pushing her butt harder, and her breasts squeezed my back with a considerable amount of pressure, which caused a certain apprehension in me, perhaps because we were standing in it:
"Son, are you still awake?" she asked in a lower voice, because it was very clear that contact with our bodies.
- I haven't got it yet, Mom... I answered, knowing that she'd asked, trying to distract from the movement she'd just started.
- I'm sorry to disturb you, but the pain in your back has come.
- It's okay, Mom, I know, I'm going through it too, relax kkk.
- Next time, we'll plan this tent a lot better kkk
- It 's gonna have to be KKK .
Once again the silence took over, as if we were a bit out of fun. After some more time, she moved in the same way as before, I would even say with a little more pressure than the first time. I felt the lace of the bra scrape on my back and part of the skin of her breasts as well, together with the moisture of the sweat that we were both sweating. At this moment, even knowing that she had not done it with bad intentions, I could not deny myself: it was excitement that I felt. This movement of hers began to become more frequent, which ended up increasing my stamina and making me more stubborn, because I was no longer so sure if this restlessness of hers was all just to comfort herself in the stall.
The inside of the tent was hot and humid and stuffy and the atmosphere was tense inside. Although neither of us was saying anything, deep down, we knew exactly what the atmosphere was like in there. The whole situation, the movements causing physical contact, our semi-nakedness, our bodies sweating, culminated in an intense and involving sexual atmosphere, even if we didn't intend it. Until that position started to cause discomfort, so I'll turn to face her now, but with my eyes closed, maybe because I was ashamed to face her. A few seconds later, she turned to the other side as well, muttering something, as if she was making an excuse for turning around:
- Back pain again...he spoke already turning quickly.
In this movement of hers, the game turned, now she was the one with her butt in my groin, it fit so perfectly, it seemed calculated. I was static, I was afraid to even breathe and make any movement that would reveal my erection and what I was feeling. We stood still for a while, until it was no longer possible to ignore the hardness of the situation. The feeling was extremely strange, because at the same time that we felt an enormous hardness, we were also very uncomfortable with the situation. Until my mother made a movement with her butt back, making an even greater pressure on the dick, and stopped. My mother tried to find a way to explain herself, it seemed that she needed to explain what was happening, even if it was to feel better with herself:
- Oh, my God, he's in a lot of pain in his back... and he's forced his ass harder on my dick again.
Without thinking, and maybe because I didn't really control all the sexual tension of the moment, even though I was wrong to be my mother... I got into the game:
- So am I... and I shoved my dick up your ass.
- I know, it's that tent...squeezed... he said that forcing his ass again and emphasizing "squeezed", now with even more pressure.
That's it, and I pressed the stick again.
- It's a lot of pain, our... and forced holding your ass on my dick for a while.
- Yes, too much... I spoke forcefully and brought my hand to your waist, holding it to bring your ass further back.
Mom pulled her panties down quickly, throwing them somewhere, while still keeping the "disguise":
- It's hot, isn't it? Going back to the old position...
- Very hot... and I took off my underwear too, and I shrunk it, now just in the fur.
We stayed for a few more minutes rubbing and talking phrases related to back pain and heat, as an excuse of the unconscious for what was going on there, until my mother raised her leg a little bit and pulled her ass away with her hand:
He spoke in a voice of whispering and despair.
I held my stick and pointed it at the mouth of her crevice, which was extremely wet. My stick slid in with a strong jolt, which made Mom let out a "Ai!" not in a scream, but in excitement. I stood for a few seconds with it all inside, without moving. The heat inside it made me ecstatic with excitement:
- Go, go, go, go... she spoke in a low voice so no one would hear, but as if she was in a hurry for her boner.
- Ahhh, ummm... I could only groan, not say anything...
We stopped for a while and she came over to me, but with her back to me, her hands behind her back, leaning on my chest, not looking at me for a second if she wanted to, and started riding with her legs on the ground. Mother was very fiery, riding hard and deep, as if it was the last time she was going to fuck, and unlike me, she let loose in the words:
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, fuck mommy, kill that urge...shhh, hummm, whoa.
I was shivering with excitement. I couldn't say anything.
- Oh, oh, it's only gonna be this one time... oh, fuck... said mommy in a loud voice, like she was possessed.
Mom got off me and kept crawling until she was four in front of me, the tight tent made it a little difficult to transition between positions. I noticed that she was always looking for movements and positions where she didn't have to look at my face. I positioned myself behind her, I guided my stick to her mouthpiece and I held her waist and gave her a strong punch. We started to push hard in this position, it was the best position of all. Due to the height of the tent, I was a little bent on top of her, almost with my face close to her neck, and we fit well together, making short, strong movements. We got into it as if we were two dogs tied up in the street.
- It eats me, strong, strong...aai, what a pain in the back good, fuck, go...Mommy speaking.
- Shhh, take, take... I managed to release...
Mom began to shake, shaking and moving without stopping... gave a more intense contraction and let go:
- Aaaahhh, hummmmm, shhhhhh...g..zeiiii, fuck....your groan and your voice demonstrated an extremely intense and liberating desire.
After the orgasm was over, Mom started talking:
- Mock your mother, go... you can mock inside, fuck... go...
I exploded in a joy I'd never felt before, it was the strongest, most intense feeling my body had ever experienced, I poured everything into her deeply. I was hooked on her for a while, until she crawled forward, making my dick come out of her. Without turning back, she groped the floor, grabbed her clothes, and then she left the tent without saying a word. I was confused, I fell on me. It could have been the worst mistake of our lives. I didn't have the courage to go after her. I lay down with my face turned to one side of the tent and I stood there. After about an hour or so, I came back, she was in the same position, she closed the bar, and she sat on the other side, with her back to me. I froze, and we were silent for a few moments, until Mother spoke:
It was a mistake... you spoke with a woman's voice, not a mother's.
- Okay... that's all I could come up with.
Although we were very embarrassed, it had been the best sex of my life, and I guarantee it was hers, too. And it couldn't have been any different, given the circumstances and the fact that it was something extremely sinful and forbidden. And in the end, I could only think that it was a mistake and a delight. But what about us now? Would we have the same complicity as before? I couldn't sleep, a thousand questions came to my mind. Until my thoughts were interrupted by Mom:
- My back hurts again.