It was the perfect plan, or so I thought. My eighteen-year-old son Alan was going through a rough patch with his hormones, and I couldn’t stand seeing him suffer anymore. I had decided that a camping trip would be the perfect solution. Fresh air, nature, and most importantly, no distractions.
As we set up our tent in the quiet, secluded campsite, I couldn’t help but notice the way Alan’s muscles bulged under his tight t-shirt. I had to admit, my son had grown into a fine young man. I tried to shake the thought from my head, reminding myself that I was his mother, and I needed to remain professional.
As the sun began to set, we settled into our tent, ready to call it a night. That’s when I realized my terrible mistake – I had only packed one sleeping bag.
“Uh, Alan, I think I made a mistake,” I said, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment. “I only packed one sleeping bag.”
“Mom, that’s okay,” he said, his voice soft in the dim light. “We’ll figure something out.”
We both knew that meant sharing the sleeping bag, and as we crawled inside, I couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. The warmth of Alan’s body pressed against mine, and I could feel the heat radiating off of him. I tried to ignore the sensation, but it was hard to do when his chest was pressed against my back.
“Mom, this sleeping bag is tiny,” he murmured, his voice laced with sleepiness and annoyance. “I can barely move without touching you.”
“Sorry, sweetheart. I can’t believe I only packed one, I really am sorry.” He shifted behind me, his hips grinding against my bottom. I gasped softly, my heart racing. I felt the outline of his cock snuggled against my bum as he wriggled against me.
“Ahhh…” he let out a quiet moan before saying, “Mom… are you okay?” he asked, concern evident in his voice.
“I’m fine,” I breathed out, struggling to maintain my composure. “Just… just try to get some sleep. Erm… you need to… how can I say this. Get rid of that… you know.”
“Oh, sorry,” he said, shifting slightly to adjust himself. I tried to ignore the sensation of his body against mine, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.
“Mom, are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, his voice filled with concern.
“I’m fine, Alan,” I said, trying to sound reassuring. “I’m just a little warm in here.”
“Do you want me to leave the tent for a bit? Give you some space?” he asked, his voice filled with worry, I felt his cock throbbing against my ass.
“No, no, that’s okay,” I said, trying to sound casual. “We’ll be fine.” I sighed, “your still… hard.”
His hand snaked around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I gasped as I felt his fingers brushing against the hem of my shirt. “Alan,” I breathed out, “we shouldn’t…” I felt a tingle in my stomach, a knot forming, not quite a tingle in my actual body but in my mind, a warning bell clanging. This was wrong. So, so wrong.
“Mom?” His voice was a soft whisper, almost lost in the quiet of the tent. His grip tightened, just a little. Not rough, but firm.
I could feel his breathing, warm on my neck. The air in the sleeping bag felt thick, suddenly hard to breathe. My heart was pounding like a drum against my ribs. What was happening?
“Alan, honey,” I tried to make my voice steady, but it came out shaky. “You know we can’t. You know this isn’t right.”
He didn’t pull away immediately. Instead, he just held me, close, too close. I could feel the heat of his body, the rhythm of his young heart beating against my back. It was a strange warmth, a mix of fear and something else I didn’t want to name.
“I know, Mom,” he finally said, his voice thick with something. Was it confusion? Or something else? “I just… I don’t know. It’s really cramped in here.”
It was an excuse, a weak one. We both knew it. But I grabbed onto it like a lifeline. “Yes, it is,” I said, my voice gaining a little more strength. “It’s my fault. I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I should have checked.”
I tried to shift, to create some space between us, but there wasn’t any. The sleeping bag was too small. His arm stayed around me, a heavy, warm weight. I could feel his breath still on my neck, and the way his chest rose and fell against my back.
“Mom,” he said again, his voice lower this time, almost a murmur. “You’re shaking.”
I hadn’t even noticed. My whole body felt tight, coiled up. “I’m just cold,” I lied, even though I was sweating. “The air outside must be getting chilly.”
His hand moved down slowly just below my waist and resting on the waist band of my panties. He started kissing my, “Ahhh Alan… Ahh honey.” His hand pushed my panties down to my thighs. Still kissing my neck he shifted behind me and pulled his boxers down.
He was fully erect now, and I could feel the heat of his cock pressing against my ass. I felt a wave of panic wash over me. This was wrong. So wrong. But his hands were on me, and his lips were on my neck, and his breath was hot against my skin. And then he was inside me, and I couldn’t think anymore.
“Ahh your inside…” he went faster his cock sliding in and out of my pussy, “Ahh my pussy. Al-Alan… ahhh.”
“I… I can stop,” he sound pounding his cock inside me. Fuck it felt good.
“I… I can stop,” he said again, his voice filled with concern. But I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted this moment to last forever, even though I knew it was wrong. I knew I would regret it later, but right now, in the heat of the moment, I didn’t care.
“No,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Don’t stop.”
His hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer to him. I could feel his cock sliding deeper inside me, filling me up until I thought I might burst. The sensation was overwhelming, and I felt myself starting to lose control.
“Ahh, Alan,” I cried out, my voice echoing in the small space of the tent. “Ahh, honey. You feel so good inside me.”
His hands moved up to my breasts, cupping them gently as he continued to thrust into me. I could feel the heat building up inside me, a familiar warmth that I hadn’t felt in years. It was like I was a teenager again, discovering my own body for the first time.
“Mom, I love you,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve always loved you.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt myself starting to climax. The sensation was intense, and I cried out his name as I came, my body shaking with pleasure.
He held me close as I rode out the waves of my orgasm, his cock still buried deep inside me. I could feel his own release building up, and I knew he was close.
“Mom, I’m going to come,” he gasped, his voice filled with urgency.
“Yes, baby,” I whispered, my voice filled with encouragement. “Come for me, Alan.”
His cock throbbed inside me as he reached his own climax, his body shuddering with pleasure. We lay there together, panting and sweaty, our hearts racing as we tried to catch our breath.
I knew this was wrong, but I couldn’t bring myself to regret it. This was my son, and I loved him more than anything in the world. And for one brief moment, we had shared something that no one else could ever understand.
“I love you, Alan,” I whispered, my voice filled with emotion. “I love you so much.”
He didn’t say anything, but I could feel his love for me in the way he held me close, his body still pressed against mine. And in that moment, I knew that nothing else mattered. We were together, and that was all that mattered.