We should’ve just driven. I don’t know why I let Alex talk me into this.
The sun was relentless, pressing down on us like it had a personal vendetta. Sweat trickled down my back, sticking my thin summer dress to my skin as if it were painted on. The loose fabric swayed with every breeze, the hem teasingly brushing against the tops of my thighs, but no breeze was strong enough to cool the heat radiating off my body. My trainers scraped over the uneven gravel road, and every step sent a dull ache shooting up my calves. I adjusted the backpack on my shoulders again, trying to relieve the constant pressure. It felt like I was hauling bricks.
Alex walked ahead of me, his broad shoulders shifting slightly under the weight of his own pack. His joggers were speckled with dust, and his hair was tousled from the humid wind. He glanced back at me every now and then with that easy grin of his—charming, infuriating, and far too much like his father’s. It was the same grin he used when he was trying to convince me everything was fine. Except it wasn’t. My feet were killing me, the road stretched endlessly ahead, and I was this close to snapping.
“This is ridiculous,” I muttered, mostly to myself, though Alex heard me and slowed his pace.
“It’s not that bad,” he said, brushing his damp fringe out of his eyes. “We’re almost there.”
“You’ve been saying that for the last half hour,” I snapped, tugging at the hem of my dress as the wind tried to lift it again. “Do you even know where this bloody stop is?”
He gave me that grin again, the one that made me want to either scream or laugh. “Relax, Mum. We’ve got this.”
“We do not ‘have this,’ Alex,” I shot back, glaring at him. “My feet hurt, my back hurts, and I’m carrying half the bloody gear. How are you not tired?”
He shrugged, his grin widening. “I’m used to it.”
“Used to it?” I scoffed, wiping sweat from my forehead. “You’ve spent the last year on a sofa playing video games. You’re not ‘used to’ anything.”
“Hey, I did cross-country in school,” he said, his tone light. “Besides, you’re tougher than me. You’ll be fine.”
I didn’t respond, mostly because I couldn’t. My breath was coming in shallow gasps, and my legs felt like jelly. This was supposed to be a nice trip—our last big adventure before he left for university. Something to bond over, something special. Ever since we’d lost his dad two years ago, I’d been trying to hold on to whatever pieces of normality we had left. Camping had always been their thing, and now I was just trying to step into his father’s shoes, even if they didn’t fit me.
But this? This was not the memory I’d wanted to make.
The trouble started when Alex realised, halfway to the first bus stop, that he’d forgotten the snacks.
“You’re joking,” I’d said, my voice sharp with disbelief. “Alex, please tell me you’re joking.”
“I’m not,” he admitted, already jogging back toward the house. “I’ll grab them. Be right back!”
By the time we’d run back, grabbed the snacks, and sprinted to the stop, the bus was long gone. We stood there, panting and sweating, as the full weight of our mistake sank in.
“So what now?” I’d asked, hands on my hips, my voice far calmer than I felt.
“There’s another stop a few miles away,” Alex had said, pulling out his phone. “We’ll walk.”
And here we were, an hour later, still walking. The sun was high, the road was endless, and I was about to collapse.
“Alex,” I called out, trying to keep my voice steady. “We need a better plan.”
He stopped, turning to face me with an apologetic look. “Alright. Let’s try calling a cab.”
I sighed in relief as he fished out his phone, but after a few minutes of swiping and scrolling, his shoulders slumped. “Nothing,” he muttered, shoving the phone back into his pocket.
“Great,” I said, exhaling sharply. “What’s Plan C?”
He hesitated, glancing at the empty road. “We could… hitchhike?”
“Hitchhike?” I stared at him, incredulous. “Do you hear yourself? We don’t even know who’s driving out here!”
“Mum, come on,” he said, his tone soothing, like he was trying to calm a skittish horse. “It’s that or we keep walking. What do you want to do?”
I sighed, too exhausted to argue anymore. “Fine. But if this turns into a horror story, I’m haunting you.”
Alex laughed, sticking out his thumb as a car approached. The first few vehicles sped past without even slowing down. My patience, already thin, was hanging by a thread when a beat-up hatchback finally pulled over.
The driver rolled down the window, revealing a man in his sixties with kind eyes and thick glasses. “You two need a lift?”
“Yes, please!” Alex said eagerly, stepping forward before I could even speak. “We’re trying to get to the lake.”
The man glanced at the woman in the passenger seat, who gave him a small nod. “We’re headed that way,” she said, her voice warm. “Hop in.”
Relief washed over me—until I looked into the back seat. It was crammed with boxes, bags, and what looked like a stack of camping supplies. There was no way both of us could fit.
“We’ll make it work,” the man said, climbing out of the car.
For the next ten minutes, he and his wife rearranged everything, shoving bags into the boot and tying one of the larger boxes to the back of the front seats. They cleared just enough space for one person. Barely.
“Well,” Alex said, scratching the back of his neck. “Looks like one of us is sitting on the other’s lap.”
I groaned, my face already flushing. “Alex, you can’t be serious.”
“Mum, it’s two hours,” he said with a grin. “We’ll survive.”
With no other choice, Alex climbed in first, wedging himself into the tiny gap. He patted his lap, smirking. “Come on.”
I hesitated, glancing at the couple. They were smiling encouragingly, completely oblivious to my discomfort. With a resigned sigh, I climbed in, settling awkwardly onto Alex’s lap. My knees pressed against the door, and my dress rode up slightly as I adjusted myself. I tugged the hem down quickly, my face burning as I avoided Alex’s gaze.
“You two alright back there?” the woman asked, turning slightly.
“We’re fine,” I said quickly, though my voice lacked conviction.
“Can’t hear much back there with all this stuff in the way,” the man called out cheerfully. “And we can’t see you, either! Just shout if you need anything.”
“Great,” I muttered under my breath, shifting slightly to get more comfortable.
The car started moving, and almost immediately, the road turned bumpy. The first jolt sent me bouncing against Alex’s thighs, and I could feel him tense beneath me.
“Mum,” he muttered, his voice low. “Stop moving.”
“I’m not moving on purpose!” I hissed back, gripping the door handle for balance. “This bloody road—”
Another bump cut me off, and I landed hard against his legs. Alex let out a sharp exhale, his hands flying to my hips to steady me.
“You’re killing me,” he muttered under his breath, his tone strained.
“I’m not that heavy,” I snapped, though my cheeks burned. “Blame the road, not me!”
The tension in the car was thick, almost suffocating. Every bump sent me bouncing again, and I could feel Alex’s breathing grow heavier beneath me. His hands stayed on my hips, his fingers gripping tighter as he tried to hold me steady.
“You alright back there?” the man called again, his voice muffled.
“Perfect!” I shouted, forcing a smile they couldn’t see.
Alex shifted slightly beneath me, his jaw tight as he stared straight ahead. “Mum,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “Just… stop moving.”
“I’m not trying to,” I whispered back, my voice soft with guilt I felt so damn embarrassed I accidentally rubbed against him and bounced. It wasn’t my fault but I still felt bad. “Alex, I’m sorry—”
“It’s fine,” he said quickly, though his tone was anything but. “Let’s just… get there oh god Alex I am so so sorry, please don’t look at me different please I seen the way your looking at me.”
“Please don’t look at me differently,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper, words tumbling out before I could even think them through. My cheeks burned hotter than the sun overhead, and my heart raced for reasons I couldn’t quite explain—or didn’t want to admit.
“Mum, stop,” Alex muttered under his breath, his tone tight but quiet, as though he couldn’t bear to say it louder. His hands were still firm on my hips, trying to steady me as the car bounced over yet another jagged dip in the road. Every movement was a fresh wave of awkwardness, each jolt pressing me harder into his lap. I’d tried—oh, I’d tried—to hold myself still, gripping the side of the door with one hand and clutching my bag with the other, but it was impossible. The car shook like it had a personal grudge against us, and the tension between us only made it worse.
I stole a glance over my shoulder, and the look on Alex’s face made my stomach twist. His jaw was clenched, his face flushed, and his eyes were focused straight ahead, deliberately avoiding mine. I wanted to sink into the seat—or better yet, disappear entirely. How had things gotten this awkward?
I hadn’t meant for it to happen—none of it. The cramped space, the bumpy road, the way the car seemed to hit every pothole like it was aiming for them—it wasn’t my fault. And yet, as his hands stayed locked on my hips, his fingers pressing harder with every bounce, I felt a shameful heat crawl up my neck, one that I couldn’t shake.
“Alex, I…” I started to apologize again, but the words caught in my throat. What was I even apologizing for? For the situation? For the discomfort? For the fact that no matter how hard I tried to adjust, it only seemed to make things worse?
“It’s fine,” he said again, cutting me off, his voice strained but calm. Too calm. Like he was trying to convince himself as much as me.
“Are you sure? I—”
“I said it’s fine,” he snapped, his voice low and sharp. I froze, the weight of his tone sinking into me like a stone. He immediately let out a heavy breath, his grip loosening slightly on my hips. “Sorry. I didn’t mean that. Just… stop moving, alright? Please.”
I nodded wordlessly, swallowing the lump in my throat as I tried to adjust myself as subtly as possible. I shifted forward slightly, thinking it might ease the weight off his thighs, but the motion only made things worse. The car hit another bump, and I dropped back into place with a jolt. His sharp inhale cut through the air like a knife, and I felt his fingers tighten on my sides instinctively. My face burned hotter, and I bit down hard on my lip, holding in the string of apologies that wanted to spill out.
“Everything okay back there?” the woman in the passenger seat called, her cheerful voice cutting through the unbearable tension like nails on a chalkboard.
“Can’t hear you!” the driver shouted, twisting slightly in his seat as though it would help. “You two alright?”
“Yes, fine!” I called back, the words rushing out too quickly. My voice cracked slightly, and I cleared my throat, forcing a brighter tone. “We’re fine. Just… a little bumpy back here.”
They laughed lightly, as if we’d cracked some sort of inside joke. “Sorry about that!” the man said. “This road’s a nightmare! Not much farther, though!”
“Right,” I muttered, more to myself than anyone else. Not much farther. Just a little longer.
I leaned forward again, bracing myself against the door in an effort to shift some of the weight off Alex. My bag rested awkwardly on my lap, and I hugged it to me like a shield, trying to ignore the heat radiating from his body beneath me. His breathing was shallow, and I could feel the tension coiled in him like a spring. I hated this. I hated how uncomfortable he was, how trapped I felt, and how I couldn’t do a damn thing to fix it.
“Alex, I—” I started again, unable to stop myself.
“Mum, please,” he interrupted, his voice quieter this time, almost a whisper. “Just… don’t. Let’s just get there, okay?”
“But are you ok, I mean ok.” I said hopefully he would be truthful with me. I was not stupid I could… feel him underneath me. But he wouldn’t own up to it.
Alex’s jaw tightened as I asked the question, his eyes fixed somewhere out the window, refusing to look at me. I could see the way his fingers twitched slightly against my hips, like he wanted to move them but didn’t know where to place them instead. His shoulders tensed, his chest rising and falling just a little too quickly as he inhaled deeply.
“I’m fine,” he said finally, his voice low and clipped, the kind of tone that told me he was anything but fine.
I didn’t believe him—not for a second. I could feel the heat radiating from him, the way his body stiffened beneath me every time the car hit another bump. And the road wasn’t helping—it wasn’t just bumpy, it was like the car was driving through a series of craters. Every dip sent me sliding awkwardly in his lap, and every jolt pressed me harder against him. No matter how much I tried to shift my weight forward or brace myself against the door, it wasn’t enough.
“Alex…” I started again, my voice soft. “You can be honest with me, you know.”
“I said I’m fine,” he muttered, his voice a little sharper this time. He let out a breath, his grip on my hips tightening briefly before loosening again. “It’s just… the road. It’s not your fault.”
“It feels like it’s my fault,” I admitted, the guilt sitting heavy in my chest. “I’m the one sitting on you, and I can tell this isn’t… comfortable just tell me straight DON’T lie to me.”
Alex’s breath hitched, his hands momentarily freezing against my hips. He didn’t look at me—he wouldn’t—but I could see the way his jaw tightened, his teeth pressing together as if he were holding something back. The hum of the engine and the uneven thud of the tires on the bumpy road filled the space between us, but his silence was louder than any sound.
“It’s not…” he started, but the words faltered. His hands twitched, like he was trying to find a better place for them but didn’t know where to put them. “Mum, seriously, you don’t have to do this.”
“Do what?” I asked softly, my voice carrying an edge of frustration. “I can feel how tense you are, Alex. You think I don’t notice? I’m not stupid lease don’t treat me like I am. Your a guy I know and I am sorry for not keeping still.”
Alex let out a shaky breath, his head tipping back slightly as his hands flexed against my hips. “Mum, it’s not about you being still or not,” he said finally, his voice tight but quieter now, like he was trying to keep his tone steady. “It’s just the situation. It’s… complicated.”
I raised an eyebrow, even though he wasn’t looking at me. “Complicated?” I repeated, my tone soft but pointed. “What’s so complicated about it, Alex? It’s me sitting on you because there’s no bloody space in this car. It’s uncomfortable. It’s awkward. I know that. I feel that. But if it’s something more than that, just tell me.”
His shoulders tensed again, and his fingers twitched slightly against my hips like he wanted to move them but couldn’t figure out where to place them. He let out another breath, turning his face slightly toward the window, his jaw so tight I thought he might grind his teeth.
“Mum, I don’t want to talk about this right now,” he muttered, his voice almost a growl.
I frowned, my chest tightening. “Why not? I’m not trying to make things harder and when I say harder… I well you know what I mean, Alex. I just want to know if you’re okay. Just tell me.”
Alex inhaled sharply, his chest rising and falling as he gripped the back of the seat in front of him with one hand. His other hand stayed on my hip, hovering as though he wanted to move it but couldn’t. He shook his head slightly, his eyes locked on the window as if it held the answers to everything.
“I don’t want to talk about it because…” He paused, his voice breaking slightly, and then sighed heavily. “Because it’s embarrassing, okay?”
I blinked, caught off guard by the sudden admission. “Embarrassing?” I repeated softly, tilting my head as I tried to meet his eyes. “Alex, it’s just me. You don’t have to feel embarrassed with me.”
He let out a humourless laugh, finally turning his head slightly in my direction. His face was flushed, his jaw clenched, and his brows furrowed in a way that made my chest ache. “Mum, you don’t get it. This whole thing—it’s not just awkward. It’s…” He trailed off, groaning under his breath as he dragged his free hand down his face. “It’s making things worse for me, okay? And I can’t… stop it.”
“What do you mean honey,” I said as I wanted him to tell me.
Alex groaned, tipping his head back against the seat as though he were trying to disappear into it. His hand tightened slightly on my hip before loosening again, and he let out a frustrated breath. He didn’t want to say it—I could see that much in the tension lining his shoulders and the way he avoided my gaze.
“Mum, please don’t make me spell it out,” he muttered, his voice low and tight.
I stayed silent for a moment, my own cheeks flushing as I began to piece together what he meant. The heat between us in the cramped car felt unbearable, and my stomach twisted as I realized just how awkward and uncomfortable this situation had become for him. But I couldn’t let him sit there and stew in his embarrassment. He was my son, and he needed me to make this okay, even if he couldn’t ask for it outright.
“Alex,” I said softly, my voice steady despite the rush of heat to my face. “It’s just me. You can tell me what’s going on. I promise, I won’t get upset.”
He let out a bitter laugh, dragging a hand through his hair as he stared out the window. “You say that like it makes it easier,” he muttered. “It doesn’t.”
“I know it’s not easy,” I said gently. “But I can feel how tense you are, and I know this isn’t just about the road being bumpy. If there’s something you need to say, just… say it. I’m not going to judge you, Alex. I’m your mum. You can talk to me about anything.”
He turned his head slightly, his jaw clenched as he finally looked at me. His face was flushed, his brows furrowed, and his eyes were filled with frustration, embarrassment, and something else I couldn’t quite name. “Fine,” he said, his voice sharp but low, as though he couldn’t hold it in anymore. “You want me to say it? This—” he gestured vaguely toward the situation we were in, his hand brushing against my side as he did so, “—is awkward. And it’s not just awkward, Mum, it’s… I’m a guy, okay? And you’re… sitting on me.”
“Alex,” I started softly, carefully. “You don’t have to blame yourself. It’s not your fault. This whole situation is just… cramped and awkward and—” I let out a breath, trying to find the right words. “We’re stuck like this, and it’s not ideal for either of us, just try to well maintain… it.”
Alex let out a deep, shaky breath and leaned his head back against the seat, his jaw tightening as he stared at the roof of the car. His fingers twitched slightly where they rested near my hip, like he was trying to ground himself. For a long moment, he didn’t say anything, and the tension between us seemed to grow thicker with each bump of the road. The car jolted again, and I braced myself against the door instinctively, feeling his body tense beneath me.
“I am trying, Mum,” he said finally, his voice low and controlled but with an edge of frustration. “Do you think I’m not? Do you think I want this to happen?”
“I know you’re trying, Alex,” I said softly, trying to keep my tone calm and understanding. “And I know this isn’t easy for you. I just… I don’t want you to beat yourself up over something you can’t control. I get it I am a well you know woman sitting on you.”
Alex groaned softly, tipping his head back against the seat again, his face visibly flushed. He dragged a hand down his face, his fingers pressing hard against his temples like he was trying to will the moment away. The car jolted once more, and I felt him tense beneath me, his hands twitching slightly as though he was fighting an internal battle.
“You don’t get it, Mum,” he muttered, his voice strained. “It’s not just about you sitting here. It’s everything—it’s how close we are, and how cramped this stupid car is, and the bloody bouncing that makes it impossible to—” He stopped abruptly, clamping his mouth shut as though he’d said too much. His jaw worked as he stared out the window, his ears tinged red.
“Alex,” I said softly, trying to catch his eye. “I do get it. I understand more than you think, okay? You’re not the only one who feels awkward or embarrassed right now.”
He gave a short, humourless laugh, finally glancing at me out of the corner of his eye. “Yeah, right,” he muttered, his voice dripping with disbelief. “You’re just sitting there like it’s nothing, like this whole situation isn’t completely… humiliating for me.”
“Stop it right now Mr, you think I can’t tell what your feeling. This is so so awkward for me. I didn’t want to say anything but… oh god, do you need… erm any help. I mean to help the hardness.”
“Wait… what, seriously,” he said gripping my hips tighter.
“I… I guess I could, you know help you. Please don’t tell anyone about this,” I said as I squatted off his lap pulling my dress up slightly as I pulled down my knickers and off. I reached under me for his zip.
“Mum what… what are you doing,” he nervously said as I knew he needed attention so to speak.
Omg I heard him quickly undo his jeans, he couldn’t wait.
“What does it look like I’m doing, Alex?” I asked, my voice steady but with an edge of frustration. “I’m trying to help you. Just… relax.”
He shifted beneath me and felt him undoing his jeans like he couldn’t wait. I reached under me and yep his cock was solid hard. I held it up as I slowly started to sit down. My pussy lips at his sticky head as it parted my labia as I moaned as I sat down on his cock. Looking over my shoulder back at him as I rocked my hips.
“You ok honey,” I said as his face looks so sedated and turned on with his cock inside me.
“Oh god… mum… oh god…” Alex groaned, his hands gripping my hips tighter as I started to rock against him. His eyes were wide, his cheeks flushed, and his breathing heavy as I moved on top of him, his cock buried deep inside me.
“Shh honey, let mummy’s pussy help you out,” I moaned gently. I started rocking and grinding my cunt hard down on him. “Oh your dick feels so good. Ahh honey, you go a big dick, fuck.”
Alex let out a low, shaky moan as I started to move on top of him, his grip on my hips tightening with each roll of my hips. His eyes were closed, his head tipped back against the seat, and his chest rose and fell with each ragged breath. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, hot and hard and desperate for release.
“Mum,” he gasped, his voice strained, “oh god, mum, this is… fuck…”
I leaned forward, bracing myself against the back of the seat as I started to ride him harder, my hips snapping back and forth in a steady rhythm. The car bounced and jolted around us, but I barely noticed, lost in the sensation of him inside me, the way his cock stretched me open, the way my body seemed to fit around him like a glove.
“That’s it, baby,” I moaned, my voice low and breathy. “Let mummy make you feel good.”
Alex’s hands slid down to my ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh as I moved on top of him. His hips bucked up to meet mine, driving his cock deeper inside me with each thrust. The car was filled with the sound of our bodies slapping together, the wet squelch of my pussy as I rode him, and the heavy panting of our breaths.
“Oh fuck, mum, you’re so tight,” Alex groaned, his fingers digging into my skin.”I can’t… I’m gonna… oh god…”
I could feel him getting closer, his cock pulsing and throbbing inside me, his hips moving faster as he chased his release. I leaned down, pressing my chest against his, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered: “Cum for me, baby. Cum inside your mummy’s pussy.
Alex let out a strangled cry, his body tensing beneath me as he thrust up one last time, burying himself to the hilt inside me. I felt him pulsing, felt the hot spurt of his cum as it flooded my pussy, filling me up just like I’d asked. He moaned, his hands clutching at my ass, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm.
“Oh god, mum,” he panted, his voice hoarse. “Oh fuck, that was… oh god, wow can’t believe I just fucked you.”
As I finished riding Alex and his cock finally softened, I slowly lifted myself off him, my pussy dripping with his cum. I quickly cleaned myself up and put my knickers back on, feeling a mix of relief and guilt wash over me. I turned to look at Alex, who was still trying to catch his breath, his face flushed and eyes glazed over. “Alex, are you alright?” I asked softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from his forehead.
He looked up at me, his expression a mix of confusion, shock, and something else I couldn’t quite place.”Mum… what just happened?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
I sighed, knowing I had to be honest with him.”I’m sorry, Alex. I shouldn’t have done that. It was wrong of me to take advantage of the situation like that. I just… I wanted to help you, and I let my emotions get the better of me.”
Alex was silent for a moment, his brows furrowed as he processed my words. “I… I don’t know what to say,” he finally admitted. “I mean, it felt good, but… it was also really weird. But damn, I really enjoyed it.”
I nodded, my cheeks flushing at his blunt admission. “I understand, Alex. It was a strange situation, and I shouldn’t have crossed that line. I hope you can forgive me.”
He was quiet for a moment, his gaze searching my face. Then he let out a small laugh, shaking his head. “Mum, you don’t have to apologize. I’m a grown man, and I could have stopped it if I wanted to. It just… caught me off guard, that’s all.”
I felt a small weight lift off my shoulders at his words, but the guilt remained. “Still, it wasn’t right of me to do that. Let’s just… put it behind us, okay? And try to enjoy the rest of our trip.” But we had a few days alone together, and I really loved his cock wow it was big, thick and mmmm.
The car finally pulled over at the campsite, and I couldn’t get out fast enough. My legs were wobbly as I climbed out, Alex following behind me. I avoided his gaze, feeling a fresh wave of guilt and embarrassment wash over me. What had I just done? “Well, you two made it!” the woman said cheerfully, climbing out of the car.
“Welcome to the lake!” The older man said.
“Thank you so much for the ride,” I said, forcing a smile. “We really appreciate it.”
“No problem at all!” the man said, waving us off. “You two enjoy your trip!” They drove off, leaving Alex and me standing there in awkward silence.
“Mum, can we talk about what happened?” Alex asked, his voice soft but serious. He was looking at me with a mix of concern and confusion, his brows furrowed slightly.I sighed, knowing I couldn’t avoid the conversation any longer.
“Alright,” I said, turning to face him fully. “What do you want to talk about?” He hesitated for a moment, as if choosing his words carefully. “I just… I don’t understand why you did that. I mean, I know you were trying to help, but… it was still really weird, you know?” I nodded, feeling the guilt wash over me again.
“You… you needed a you know release. I felt how awkward you was the whole journey so I helped,” I said as I sighed.
Alex nodded slowly, his gaze fixed on the ground as he seemed to consider my words. “I know,” he said finally, his voice soft. “And I appreciate it, Mum. I really do. It’s just… it’s not something I ever expected to happen, you know? I mean, you’re my mum. It’s weird.”
I let out a small, bitter laugh, running a hand through my hair. “I know it’s weird, Alex. Believe me, I know. I shouldn’t have done it. I just… I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable the whole trip, and I let my emotions get the better of me.”
He was quiet for a moment, his brows furrowed as he seemed to think. Then he looked up at me, his expression serious. “Mum, I don’t want you to feel guilty about this. It’s not your fault. We were both in a weird situation, and we both made choices. I could have stopped it if I wanted to, but I didn’t. I didn’t want to I loved every moment of you riding me hard. I think that is the most I have ever cum in someone.”
I felt a small weight lift off my shoulders at his words, but the guilt remained. “Alright,” I said, forcing a smile. “Let’s set up camp and get settled in. We’ve got a few days ahead of us, and I don’t want to waste them feeling guilty.” Alex nodded, returning my smile.
“Sounds like a plan. Let’s do this.” As we started to unpack our gear and set up our tent, I couldn’t help but steal glances at Alex, wondering what he was thinking. Was he really okay with what had happened? Or was he just trying to make me feel better? I didn’t know, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. All I knew was that we had a few days ahead of us, and I needed to focus on making the most of them, not dwelling on the past.
The tension between us seemed to have eased, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me. Maybe we could get through this trip without any more awkwardness or guilt.
As the night wore on and the fire began to die down, Alex yawned, stretching his arms above his head. “I think I’m going to turn in,” he said, standing up and brushing off his pants. “You coming?” I nodded, following him into the tent.
As we settled into our sleeping bags, the quiet of the night surrounding us, I couldn’t help but steal a glance at Alex. The tent was small, intimate, and the air seemed to hum with a charged energy. I shifted onto my side, facing away from him, my thoughts a whirlwind. I knew I should have felt guilty, ashamed, for what had happened between us earlier. But instead, all I could focus on was the memory of his cock inside me, the way he’d throbbed and pulsed, filling me up. A shiver ran through me at the thought, my body responding with a pulse of heat between my thighs.
“Mum, are you awake?” Alex’s voice cut through the silence, soft and unsure.
I hesitated for a moment before responding. “Yeah, I’m awake. What’s up, honey?”
He was silent for a beat, then let out a soft exhale. “I know we said we’d try to put it behind us, but… I can’t stop thinking about earlier.”
My heart skipped a beat, my breath hitching in my chest. “Oh?” I managed to say, keeping my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach.
“Yeah,” he said, his voice soft. “I mean… it was weird, don’t get me wrong. But it was also kind of… hot. Don’t you think?”
I hesitated for a moment, my heart racing as I tried to find the right words. “Alex, I… I don’t know what to say,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Would you be mad if I said I wanted to get in your sleeping bag with you and be pressed up all so tight.” he said in a soft tone.
.”Alex, I… I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper.
“I mean, we said we’d put it behind us, and I don’t want to make things more complicated.” He was silent for a moment, and I could practically hear the wheels turning in his head.
“I know,” he said finally, his voice soft but determined. “But I can’t stop thinking about it, Mum. About you, about how good it felt. I so want to fuck you again, this time we are on our own I could hammer the hell out of you out here.”
The way he said ‘hammer the hell out of you’ sent tingles to my pussy. I never heard him talk like that its was disgusting. But my pussy responded.
“Alex, you don’t mean that,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “It was a one-time thing, a mistake. We can’t just… do that again.” But as I said the words, I felt a traitorous heat building between my thighs, my body remembering the feel of him inside me.
He was silent for a moment, then let out a soft laugh. “Come on, Mum. We both know that’s not true. You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it. I felt how wet you were, how tight you were around me. You loved it.”
I bit my lip, my cheeks flushing at his words. “That’s not the point, Alex. It’s wrong, and you know it.”
“Wrong? Or just… different?” he pressed, his voice low and seductive. “We’re both adults, Mum. We’re not hurting anyone. And I know you want it. I can hear it in your voice, feel it in the way your body responds to mine.”
I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way my heart was pounding in my chest. “Alex, please,” I whispered. “Don’t do this. Don’t make this harder than it already is.” He let out a soft sigh, and I could practically feel the heat of his breath on the back of my neck.
“Alright, Mum. I’ll back off. For now. But I’m not going to lie – I want you. And I know you want me too.”
With that, he rolled over, putting some distance between us. But the damage was done. My mind was racing, my body aching with a need I couldn’t ignore. I knew he was right – I did want him. But it was so wrong, so taboo. How could I possibly give in to that desire?
I tossed and turned for what felt like hours, my body hot and restless. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Alex’s face, felt his hands on my hips, his cock inside me. I couldn’t shake the memory, couldn’t ignore the way my body craved his touch.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I rolled over, my heart pounding as I faced Alex’s sleeping bag. “Alex?” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
He shifted slightly, turning to face me. “Yeah, Mum?”
“I… I can’t stop thinking about it either,” I admitted, my voice shaking slightly. “About you, about what happened.” He was silent for a moment, and I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his breathing had picked up.
“What are you saying, Mum?” he asked, his voice low and hesitant.
I swallowed hard, my heart racing. “I’m saying… I don’t know. I’m just saying that I… I want you too.”
He let out a shaky breath, and I could see the way his eyes darkened, the way his gaze travelled over my body. “Mum, are you sure? I don’t want to make this any more complicated than it already is.”
“I’m sure,” I whispered, reaching out to touch his face. “I want you, Alex. I need you. Come on, get in my sleeping bag.” I put my hands under the sleeping back, hand up my nightie and pulled off my knickers and threw them out the sleeping bag.
Alex let out a low groan, his hands immediately going to my hips as he pulled me flush against him.
“Mum, you have no idea how much I want you right now,” he growled, his lips finding my neck and sucking hard. I gasped, my hands tangling in his hair as I arched into him.
“Alex, please,” I begged, my voice breathless. “I need you inside me. I can’t wait any longer.” He didn’t need to be told twice. He shifted, positioning himself at my entrance and thrusting inside me with one swift motion. I cried out, my nails digging into his back as he filled me completely.
Alex groaned as he thrust into me, his cock stretching me open and filling me completely. “Fuck, Mum, you feel so good,” he panted, his hips snapping against mine in a steady rhythm.
I moaned loudly as he thrust into me, my body arching to meet his. “Oh god, Alex,” I gasped, my voice breathy and needy.
He pumped in and out of my pussy it felt so good, my legs tight around him as he hammered into me. Squelchy and noisy as he rutted hard.
“Ahh fuck mum, your like a swamp in there from my cum earlier,” he said with a dirty grin, the way he talked about my pussy.
“Oh god, Alex,” I moaned, my voice breathy and needy as he thrust into me, his cock stretching me open and filling me completely. “You feel so good inside me.”
He groaned, his hips snapping against mine in a steady rhythm, his hands gripping my ass tightly. “Fuck, Mum, you’re so tight,” he panted, his breath hot against my neck. “I love being inside you.”
I could feel the heat building between us, the tension coiling in my core as he moved inside me. My hands roamed over his back, my nails digging into his skin as I clung to him, desperate for more.
“Harder, Alex,” I begged, my voice shaking with need. “Fuck me harder.” He didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled nearly all the way out, slamming into me with a force that made me cry out, my body jolting with each thrust.
“Like this, Mum?” he growled, his voice low and dirty. “You want it harder?” I could only moan in response, my body arching to meet his as he pounded into me, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the tent.
“Oh god, fuck my cunt ahhh fuck it,” I panted, my head thrown back as I lost myself in the sensation of him inside me. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
He grunted, his hips moving faster, his cock driving deeper with each thrust. “Fuck, Mum, I’m not going to last much longer,” he warned, his voice strained. “You feel too good.”
“Cum inside me, Alex,” I urged, my voice breathless. “I want to feel you cum inside me.” He let out a low groan, his body tensing as he thrust into me one last time, burying himself to the hilt.
“Oh fuck, Mum,” he gasped, his cock pulsing inside me as he came, filling me with his hot, sticky cum. I moaned, my body shuddering with pleasure as I felt him throb and twitch inside me, his release triggering my own.
“Alex, oh god, Alex,” I cried out, my body convulsing as I came, my pussy clenching around his cock, milking him for every last drop. He groaned, his body shuddering as he rode out his orgasm, his hips still moving in small circles as he emptied himself inside me.
We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies pressed together, our breaths coming in ragged gasps as we came down from our high. Alex finally pulled out of me, his cock slipping from my pussy with a wet sound, leaving me feeling empty and satisfied.
“Fuck, Mum, I am going to enjoy our nights here,” he said, his voice soft and breathless.
As the morning light filtered into the tent, I slowly opened my eyes, blinking away the sleep. The events of the previous night came rushing back to me, and I felt a flush creep up my neck as I remembered what had happened with Alex. I turned my head to look at him, and my heart skipped a beat at the sight of him sleeping peacefully beside me, his arm draped over my waist. I carefully extricated myself from his embrace, not wanting to wake him, and crawled out of the sleeping bag. I needed some time to process everything that had happened, and I couldn’t do that with him right next to me.
I slipped on my robe and stepped outside the tent, taking a deep breath of the crisp morning air. The lake was still and calm, the water shimmering in the early sunlight. I walked down to the shore, letting the cool sand sink between my toes as I tried to gather my thoughts. What had I done? How could I have let things go so far with my own son? It was wrong, it was incest, and yet… it had felt so right.
The way he touched me, the way he filled me up, the way he made me feel… I shivered at the memory, my body responding with a pulse of heat between my thighs. I knew I should feel guilty, I should be ashamed of myself for what I’d done. But as I stood there, looking out at the tranquil lake, I couldn’t bring myself to feel anything but a deep sense of satisfaction.
It had been so long since I’d felt desired, so long since I’d been with a man who could make me feel that way. And Alex… he was everything I’d ever wanted in a lover. He was strong and confident, his body hard and toned, his cock thick and long. And the way he’d touched me, the way he’d made me feel… it was like nothing I’d ever experienced before.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I tried to make sense of it all. I knew I couldn’t keep doing this, couldn’t keep giving in to my desires. It was wrong, and it would only lead to more heartache in the long run. But as I thought about Alex, about the way he’d held me, the way he’d made me feel, I knew it was already too late.