The old station wagon felt packed to the gills, smelling faintly of dog and dried mud, even though the dog was home. Emily wrestled a lumpy duffel bag into the back, grinning at Jake, who was trying to balance a stack of snacks on his lap in the passenger seat.
“Okay, snacks are locked down,” Jake announced, carefully placing a bag of chips upright. “You find the map?”
“Yep, navigator,” Emily said, sliding into the driver’s seat. She was wearing comfy jeans and a t-shirt now, but she thought about the little travel bag she’d packed inside her main one – the one with her toothbrush, face wipes, and the short, soft nightie she liked to sleep in. Camping meant getting down to basics, and that nightie was basic and cosy. “Ready to brave the wilderness?”
“As I’ll ever be,” Jake chuckled.
They drove for a couple of hours, windows down for a bit, then up when it got chilly. They talked about school stuff, old family trips, and what kinds of stars they hoped to see. It felt easy, like it always did with Jake.
Finding the campsite felt like a small victory. It was tucked away by a creek, quiet and shaded by big trees.
“Alright, Operation Unpack,” Emily said, opening her door. “You grab the tent, I’ll grab the sleeping bags.”
They worked side-by-side, pulling gear out. Jake wrestled the tent poles while Emily dug around in the back of the car. She pulled out bags, coolers, the box of cooking stuff. She found Jake’s sleeping bag, bright blue and rolled tight. But where was hers?
She patted around, lifted bags. Nothing. A knot started to form in her stomach.
“Jake,” she called, her voice a little tight. “Did… did you see my sleeping bag when we packed? I think… I think I only packed yours. How did I even do that?”
Jake looked over, shaking his head. “Nah, Mom. I just grabbed mine from the closet.”
Emily sighed, leaning against the car. “Oh, for goodness sake. I think we’ll have to share, buddy. It’s a double-wide, thank goodness, but still. Might be a squeeze. We’ll have to, you know, spoon or something to fit properly.”
Jake’s eyebrows went up. “Share? Like… in the same one?”
Emily gave a small, apologetic smile. “Afraid so. Just yours. Looks like… we’ll have to share, buddy. It’s a double-wide, thank goodness, but still. Might be a squeeze. We’ll have to, you know, spoon or something to fit properly.”
Jake seemed to freeze for a second. “Share? Like… in the same one? Just… which way? Like… back to back or…?”
Emily understood the awkwardness instantly. “Oh, right. Yeah. I’ll face away. My back to you. That probably makes more sense.”
“Yeah, that’s… that’s good. Whatever works. Just… which way?” Jake mumbled, relief visible in his shoulders.
Setting up the tent took their minds off it. They fumbled with poles, laughed when a gust of wind tried to steal the rain fly. As dusk settled, they made a simple dinner on the little camp stove, washing up by the creek.
Back in the tent, it was cosy and dark. Emily pulled out her little travel bag. “Okay, changing time,” she said, turning away from Jake who was already zipped into the lower half of the single sleeping bag. She quickly slipped off her jeans and t-shirt, pulling on the short, soft nightie. It felt nice and light against her skin. Not much to it, really, just a simple bit of cotton that ended mid-thigh.
“Ready?” she asked, turning back.
Jake nodded, eyes wide in the dim light filtering through the tent fabric.
Zipping into the big sleeping bag together felt… weird. Tight. They were shoulder-to-shoulder, hip-to-hip inside the cosy shell.
“Okay,” Emily whispered, adjusting. “My back to you, right? I’ll face the tent wall.”
“Yeah, getting there,” he replied, his voice a little husky. His arm settled naturally around her waist, pulling her closer so their bodies fit the curve of the bag. He could feel her warmth, the soft fabric of her nightie between them. It was a strange closeness, familiar yet… different, because of the situation.
They lay quietly for a while, listening to the crickets outside. Jake’s arm was still around her, holding her loosely. He could feel the give of her side against his chest, feel her breathing. As he shifted slightly to get more comfortable, trying to find a good spot for his arm, his hand slid up a little higher on her side.
And then it was there. Softness, fullness, under the thin cotton of her nightie.
Oh God.
His hand was resting squarely on her breast.
He froze. Every thought screeched to a halt. He hadn’t meant to. Not at all. He’d just been adjusting his arm, trying to get comfortable in the cramped space. But now, his fingers could feel the curve, the slight weight of it, the soft fabric doing almost nothing to hide it.
His heart hammered against his ribs. He could feel his body reacting, a sudden, hot rush pooling low down. His leg twitched against hers. He could hardly breathe.
He knew he should move his hand. Right away. Slide it back down to her waist, pretend it never happened. But he was paralyzed. The unexpected contact, the simple fact of being pressed so close, feeling this… it was overwhelming. He could feel her nipple through the thin material, a small, distinct point against his palm. She wasn’t wearing a bra, just this thin little nightie.
His mind raced, a jumble of shock, guilt, and something else, something hot and forbidden. He was practically pressed against her from neck to knee, feeling her warmth, and now, this. His erection pulsed against her backside, hard and undeniable. The thought flashed through his mind, sharp and sudden: what if?
Emily lay still, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn’t believe what was happening. Jake’s hand was on her breast, his palm cupping her gently through the thin fabric of her nightie. She could feel every contour of his hand, every ridge of his fingers. It was intimate, too intimate, and yet… she didn’t pull away. His breathing was shallow against her neck, his chest rising and falling rapidly. She could feel his hardness pressing against her backside, a thick ridge through his boxers. It sent a jolt of electricity through her, settling low in her belly.
“Oh sweetheart what are you doing,” she sighed as he squeezed her breast and humped her backside.
Jake’s hand tightened on her breast, and Emily could feel his heart racing against her back. She knew she should stop him, push his hand away, but the feel of his palm against her breast was intoxicating. She bit her lip, trying to control the wave of desire that was building inside her.
“I’m sorry Mom,” Jake whispered, his voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to… I just… I couldn’t help it. I am just… horny sorry.”
Emily’s breath hitched. His words, the raw confession, hung in the air between them, thick with unspoken things. She felt the heat radiating from his body, the insistent pressure against her back, his hand still warm and heavy on her chest. Shock warred with… something else. Confusion. A deep, unsettling tremor.
She didn’t turn around. Couldn’t. Her mind was a whirlwind. Horny? Oh God, he’s just a kid feeling things, right? It’s just being close, in the dark, in a weird situation… But his hand, his confession… it felt more than that. It felt directed.
“Jake,” she whispered, her voice fragile. “Sweetheart… you need to… you need to move your hand.” She tried to keep her tone calm, maternal, but there was an edge of panic she couldn’t hide. “P-please, Jake,” Emily whispered again, her voice tighter this time. “You need to… please just move it. Your… turning me on, I can’t give into this.”
He heard her words, she was getting turned on so he started to kiss her neck. His dick hard against her bum. He whispered in her ear “you have nice tits, shall I stop mom, really.”
She moaned, “honey your making mommy’s… fanny wet. Are you trying to have sex with me.”
Emily’s words hung in the air, heavy with shock and confusion. She couldn’t believe they were having this conversation, in this moment, in the confines of their tiny tent. She felt Jake’s body tense behind her, his hand still resting on her breast.
“I-I don’t know, Mom,” Jake stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t mean to… I just… I don’t know. I guess I am. I mean, my cocks hard.”
“Jake,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “We can’t do this. You’re my son. This is… this is wrong. But… you got mommy all worked up, just put it in me.”
Jake couldn’t wait any longer as he slid her knickers down to her thigh. He pulled down his boxers, freeing his erection. He lifted her cheeks slightly and positioned himself at Emily’s entrance, pausing for a moment knowing he was about to fully penetrate his mothers vagina. The place he came from 18 years ago.
He didn’t hesitate for long. The heat radiating from her, the slickness he could feel against his tip, the way her cheeks parted slightly under his hands – it was too much. He pushed forward, a slow, deliberate press. “Mom ahhh you feel good.”
Emily gasped as she felt Jake’s hard cock slowly push into her wet pussy. “Oh my god, Jake! You’re so big!” she moaned, her hands gripping the sleeping bag tightly. She could feel every inch of him sliding inside her, stretching her in ways she hadn’t been stretched in years. It was wrong, so wrong, but it felt so damn good. Jake groaned as he bottomed out, his hips flush against her ass.
Emily moaned loudly as Jake started to thrust into her. “Oh fuck, Jake! You’re…you’re really fucking me!” she cried out, her voice filled with shock and pleasure. She could feel every inch of his thick cock sliding in and out of her, hitting spots she didn’t even know she had. “Harder, Jake. You naughty boy… oh yes. Fuck me harder. you have… a much bigger one than your dads!” she demanded, pushing her hips back to meet his thrusts.
Jake’s hips snapped forward, driving into Emily with increasing urgency. The sleeping bag crinkled beneath them, their bodies moving in a primal rhythm. He gripped her hips, fingers digging into soft flesh as he pulled her back onto his cock.
“Mom… oh God, Mom,” he groaned, his face buried in her neck as her ass cheeks slapped loudly against him.
Emily moaned loudly as Jake’s thick cock slammed into her over and over again. She could feel every ridge and vein of his massive dick stretching her tight pussy walls. “Oh fuck Jake, your cock is so big! You’re splitting me open!” she cried out, her nails digging into the sleeping bag. She pushed her hips back to meet his thrusts, taking him deeper with each snap of his hips. “Harder baby, fuck me harder! Use your mommy’s pussy!” Emily demanded, her voice filled with lust and desperation.
Jake’s hips pistoned forward, his thick cock plunging into Emily’s soaking wet pussy with brutal force. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the tent as he pounded into her, his balls swinging up to smack against her clit with each thrust. Emily’s moans grew louder, more desperate, as Jake’s massive dick stretched her pussy to its limits.
“Oh fuck, Jake! You’re so deep inside me!” Emily screamed, her voice hoarse with pleasure. She could feel every inch of his thick shaft sliding in and out of her, hitting spots she didn’t even know existed. Her pussy clenched tightly around him, trying to hold him inside her as he thrust into her relentlessly. Jake groaned, his breath hot against her neck as he felt her pussy squeeze his cock. “Mom… I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum inside you. Ahhh Fuck yes.”
Emily’s eyes widened at Jake’s words, a mix of shock and forbidden excitement coursing through her. “Inside me?” she gasped, her voice trembling .”Jake, we can’t…I mean, we shouldn’t…” But even as she spoke, her body betrayed her, her hips moving back to meet his thrusts, urging him deeper. “Oh God, Jake…if you’re going to…if you’re going to cum…then cum inside me. Fill your mommy up.”
Jake couldn’t hold back a deep, primal sound as Emily’s words ignited something within him. He thrust his hips with newfound energy, driving his thick length into her welcoming heat.
“Oh, Mom,” he groaned, his voice thick with effort and desire. “I’m so close. I’m going to fill you up, give you every last drop.” Emily’s breath hitched as she felt Jake’s cock twitch and swell inside her. She met his thrusts with her own, her moans growing louder as she neared her own peak.
Jake’s rhythm intensified, a desperate, building rush. His breath tore in and out, harsh against her ear. Every thrust buried him further, grinding deep in a fierce, primal rhythm that stole her breath. “Oh… oh, G-god…” she gasped, clutching his shoulders, her hips instinctively arching up to meet every single hammer blow. His body felt slick with sweat against hers, heat radiating off him. “Faster… yes… J-Jake, please…” The words were ripped from her, broken sounds mingling with the frantic pounding, the bed groaning beneath them.
With a raw, guttural cry, Jake drove down one last, shattering time. “Fuck… Mom!” he roared, burying every inch of his thick, pulsing heat inside her as his body went rigid. She felt the intense rush deep within, a wave of scorching heat erupting from his core and flooding her completely.
“Yes! Oooooh, YES!” she moaned gripping the sleeping bag tightly as he banged her harder, her own climax crashing over her, a wave of pure sensation. Her inner muscles clenched violently around his thick, emptying shaft, gripping him impossibly tight, pulling the last shuddering release from him.
He collapsed onto her back, heavy and spent, chest heaving against her skin. The air was thick with the sound of their ragged gasps. Inside, she could feel the dull ache, the heavy weight of his coming drowning her, his length slowly softening but still anchored deep within. For a long, electric moment, they lay tangled, the frantic energy draining away, replaced by a terrifying stillness.
The reality of it settled heavy in the quiet. Finally, with a slow, slick pull, he eased back from her. A quiet, wet sound filled the sudden silence as he withdrew. She turned carefully to face him, the tent smelt of sex.
The reality of it settled heavy in the quiet. Finally, with a slow, slick pull, he eased back from her. A quiet, wet sound filled the sudden silence as he withdrew. She turned carefully to face him, the tent smelt of sex. A faint blush still painted his cheeks in the dim light filtering through the canvas.
“Wow,” she breathed, a small smile playing on her lips. “That was…”
Jake ran a hand through his disheveled hair, a sheepish but pleased grin mirrored on his face. “Yeah,” he agreed, his voice a low rumble. “That was definitely… wow.” He reached out and gently brushed a stray strand of hair from her forehead. “Are you okay?”
She nodded, feeling a lingering warmth spreading through her. “More than okay,” she confessed. “Amazing, actually.” She paused, her smile softening. “Thank you.”
He chuckled softly. “Thank you.” He shifted closer, propping himself up on an elbow. “You… you’re not mad or disgusted?” The question hung in the air, a thread of vulnerability in his usually confident demeanor. He watched her face intently, searching for any flicker of regret or revulsion. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the quiet stillness of the tent. The adrenaline had started to fade, leaving behind a raw, exposed feeling. He hadn’t anticipated the intensity of what had just happened, the primal connection that had consumed them both. Now, the fear of having crossed a line, of having misread the signals, gnawed at him.
Her eyes met his, and the sincerity in them eased some of his anxiety. “Mad? Disgusted?” She echoed his words, a hint of amusement dancing in her gaze. She reached out and gently traced the line of his jaw with her fingertip. “Jake,” she said softly, her voice full of genuine affection. “If I was mad or disgusted, do you think I would have… participated so enthusiastically?”
A wave of relief washed over him, loosening the knot of tension in his shoulders. He let out a shaky breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “I just… I wanted to make sure,” he mumbled, feeling a blush creep up his neck. “It’s just… it was so intense. And I didn’t want you to feel pressured or anything.”
She smiled, a genuine, radiant smile that lit up her face. “I didn’t,” she assured him. “I wanted it just as much as you did.” She shifted closer, her body aligning with his. “It was… incredible, Jake. The best sex I’ve ever had.”
Her words were a balm to his soul. He reached out and pulled her closer, burying his face in her hair. “Me too,” he whispered, the words thick with emotion. “Definitely me too.”
For a long moment, they lay in comfortable silence, basking in the afterglow of their shared experience. The air in the tent, still thick with the scent of sex, felt charged with a new kind of intimacy. The initial frenzy had subsided, replaced by a quiet understanding, a deeper connection forged in the heat of the moment.
Finally, she stirred, breaking the silence. “So,” she said, her voice playful. “What should we do now?”
Jake lifted his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Well,” he drawled, running a hand down her arm, “I suppose we could admire the scenery. I hear the view from up here is pretty spectacular.”
She laughed, a light, melodic sound that echoed in the small space. “You mean the view of the inside of this tent?”
“That too,” he said, nuzzling her neck. “But I was also thinking… maybe a little hike later? If you’re up for it, that is. We could find a nice secluded spot, maybe by the waterfall…” He let the suggestion hang in the air, his eyes twinkling with unspoken promises.
She shivered slightly at the thought, a renewed wave of desire washing over her. “The waterfall sounds… tempting,” she admitted, her voice husky. “But I’m not sure I have the energy for a hike just yet.”
“Hmm, I see your point,” Jake said, pretending to consider the matter seriously. “Hiking does require a certain level of… stamina.” He let his gaze travel down her body, a slow, deliberate appraisal that made her skin tingle. “Perhaps a more… restorative activity is in order first?”
She bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile. “And what did you have in mind?”
He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Well,” he whispered, his voice a low rumble, “I was thinking we could explore this terrain a little further. There are still some areas I haven’t… thoroughly investigated.” He gently nipped at her earlobe, and she gasped softly.
“Oh, really?” she murmured, arching into his touch. “And what areas would those be?”
He chuckled, a sound of pure pleasure. “That, my dear,” he said, rolling her onto her back and leaning over her, “is for me to know, and for you to find out.” He paused, his gaze locking with hers, a silent question passing between them.
She met his gaze head-on, her eyes filled with a mixture of desire and anticipation. “Then I suppose,” she whispered, reaching up to pull him closer, “you better start exploring.”
And with that, he did. The tent, once again, became a haven of whispered moans and breathless sighs, a testament to the powerful connection they had found. The hike to the waterfall could wait. For now, they were perfectly content to explore the landscape of each other’s bodies, lost in a world of pleasure and intimacy. The sun climbed higher in the sky, casting a warm glow on the canvas walls, as Jake and she rediscovered the incredible joy of being together, again and again.