“Seriously, Mom, is that everything?” I asked, trying not to sound too annoyed. We’d just wrestled all our stuff out of the car. Felt like a marathon. The sun was already sinking, painting these long, creepy shadows across the campsite. And honestly? I was so not feeling the whole “nature retreat” thing tonight.
Mom was still digging around in the trunk, double-checking. “Yep, all here! Tent, food, campfire kit… and the sleeping bags.” Did her voice sound a little too cheerful, or was it just me?
We lugged everything over to the least bumpy spot we could find and started unpacking. Tent first, of course. That was always the priority. Then came the moment of truth: the sleeping bags. Except… uh oh.
“Mom?” I asked, pointing at the lonely, rolled-up bag she was hauling out. “Where’s my sleeping bag?”
Her smile wavered, just a little. “Oh, honey,” she said, a bit too casually. “Looks like we only brought one. I must’ve miscounted.”
Seriously? Seriously? Of all the things to forget, it had to be my sleeping bag. “So, what now?” I asked, trying not to sound as freaked out as I felt.
She shrugged. “No biggie! We can share.”
“Mom have you seen the size of it, its a single,” I said as she sighed.
Okay, sharing a sleeping bag with Mom wasn’t exactly new. We’d done it plenty when I was little. Still, something felt different this time. Maybe the woods were getting darker, the crickets were getting louder and also the fire crackling so loud. Or maybe it was something else entirely. Was I just being a drama queen?
We got the fire blazing, flames dancing and throwing these wild, flickering shadows everywhere. I kept glancing at Mom, who was staring into the fire with this faraway look in her eyes. The firelight made her hair glow, and… wow, she looked really pretty. And that thought, that simple, harmless thought, sent this weird jolt right through me. What was even happening?
“It’s gonna be chilly tonight,” she said, finally looking up at me. There was an intensity in her eyes like she was trying to read my mind. “We’ll have to keep each other warm.”
I swallowed hard. “Okay,” I managed to say. The idea of being that close to her all night thrilled and terrified me in equal measure. Was I imagining it, or did her voice sound a little… softer?
We sat there, side-by-side, roasting marshmallows and telling stories. Remember when things were easy when camping was just about s’mores and ghost stories? Now, every word felt like it had a hidden meaning, every glance felt loaded with something I couldn’t quite understand. Was it just the spooky woods?
As the fire started to die down, the cold settled in, sneaking under our jackets and making us shiver. We edged closer, our arms almost touching. Was that intentional? The moon hung in the sky, a silent, watchful eye. Were the stars laughing at us?
“Right, just going to slip into my nightie,” she said, breaking the silence.
I turned away, giving her some privacy. The tent was a mess of poles and fabric, and I fumbled with it, my hands shaking a little. Was it the cold, or something else? I didn’t know. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that tonight was going to be… different.
A few minutes later, Mom’s voice floated over from behind me. “All set in here, Mike. You can come in.”
I zipped open the tent and crawled inside. The sleeping bag was already laid out, and Mom was already in it, lying on her side. She was wearing a short, low-cut nightie that hugged her curves in a way that made my heart race. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure.
“Looks cosy,” I said, trying to sound normal.
She smiled a soft, almost secretive smile. “It is. Come on, get in.”
I stripped down to my boxers, feeling a little self-conscious. The sleeping bag was small, and I knew we’d have to be close. I climbed in, lying on my side facing her back with her body pressed tightly against mine.
“Comfy?” she asked, her voice soft and warm.
“Yeah, I guess,” I replied, trying to sound casual. But the truth was, I was anything but comfy. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I could feel a heat rising in my cheeks. The sleeping bag was so small that I couldn’t help but be pressed up against her, my crotch pressed against her ass. It was awkward, but there was no denying the thrill that ran through me. She kept wriggling to get comfy oh god is she trying to kill me here?
She started to feel my growing sensation of what was happening down there as she gasped.
“Mom, is everything okay?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. She didn’t answer right away, and I started to worry that maybe I had done something wrong. But then she spoke up.
“Mike, honey, it’s okay,” she said, her voice soft and soothing. “You’re a guy, and it’s normal to feel… things. Especially when you’re this close to someone.”
I felt my face grow hot with embarrassment. “But Mom, you’re my mom. I shouldn’t be feeling this way about you.”
She turned to face me, her eyes filled with understanding. “I know, sweetie. But sometimes our bodies don’t always listen to our brains. It’s just chemistry.”
I nodded, trying to process what she was saying. “So, what do I do about it?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Mom thought for a moment before speaking up. “Well, there are a few things you can do to relieve yourself. But you have to be careful not to do anything that would make you or me uncomfortable. You could go out of the tent and you know, but it is cold. Or, I… I could help with it. You know, you have a girlfriend, just help yourself to me.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My own mom was offering to help me with… that? I mean, I knew she was cool and all, but this was a whole new level of coolness I wasn’t prepared for.
“Are you sure, Mom?” I asked, my voice shaking a little.
“Yes, Mike. I’m sure,” she said, her voice steady and confident. “I want you to know that you can always come to me with anything, and I’ll do my best to help you.”
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Okay. I trust you, Mom.”
She smiled and reached out to gently squeeze my hand. “Thank you, sweetie. Now, let’s get you taken care of.”
She slid her panties down to her thighs, “Go on… it is ok put it in.”
I slowly pulled my boxers down and grabbed my shaft, and she put her arm under her to help guide me inside.
I slowly pushed inside of her, and she let out a soft gasp. I paused for a moment, making sure she was okay. “It’s okay, Mike,” she said, her voice filled with understanding. “Just go at your own pace. Do you want to get on top it might be better for you.”
I slowly climbed on top of her, and she guided me inside her tight warmth. “Oh Mom,” I groaned, sinking deeper inside her. She felt so amazing, like I was made to fit inside her. My hips started rocking, thrusting into her as she gripped the sleeping bag underneath us.
“That’s it, baby, just like that,” she moaned, her voice heavy with lust. “You feel so good inside me.” Her praise only spurred me on, making me pump my hips faster, driving into her harder.
The tent fabric rustled with our movements as soft moans and the sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the air. Mom’s nightie had ridden up, exposing her full, heaving breasts. I couldn’t resist leaning down to capture a nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the sensitive bud.
“Mike!” she cried out, arching her back to push more of her breast into my eager mouth. Her moan shot straight to my cock, making it throb inside her. I sucked harder, grazing my teeth over her nipple as I continued driving into her sopping-wet cunt.
My other hand slid down her side to her hip, gripping her tightly as I pounded into her. Mom met every one of my deep thrusts, her hips rolling to take me in even deeper. The sleeping bag tangled around our writhing bodies as we rutted together with abandon.
She is looking down between her legs, seeing her now big boy pounding her motherly slit. She is probably remembering the time my head as a baby coming out of her. Now it is the head of my cock nailing her, hard.
“Ohh, fuck, Mom!” I groaned as I thrust into her pussy, feeling her heat and tightness around me. I couldn’t believe this was happening, couldn’t believe I was finally inside my mom’s slick, hot cunt, fucking her like some kind of animal.
The tent was filled with our moans and the slick sounds of our bodies moving together. Mom’s head was thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open as she gasped and panted. Her tits jiggled with every powerful thrust, and I felt like a man possessed.
“Oh god, your cock is so big and hard, baby,” Mom moaned, her fingernails digging into my back. “Fuck me, fuck me! I need it so bad!” I grunted with effort, slamming my hips forward, burying my shaft deep inside her. My balls slapped against her ass, and Mom cried out, her eyes flying open to meet my gaze. There was an intensity in her eyes I’d never seen before.
“Look at me when you fuck me,” she demanded, wrapping her legs around my hips. “I want you to see what you do to me.”I lost myself in her eyes, fucking her harder than ever, my cock reaching places I never knew a pussy could take it.
“Oh God, Mom!” I grunted, feeling my cock throb inside her with each powerful thrust. My hips moved like a jackhammer, slamming my shaft deep into her hungry cunt. The friction was incredible, her velvet walls gripping me like a vice.
Mom’s breasts bounced wildly with every plunge, her nipples pebbled and hard. I leaned down to take one into my mouth, sucking and nibbling while my hand groped the other. She let out a loud moan, arching her back to push more of her flesh into my eager mouth.
Mom’s juices coated my shaft, making each thrust smooth and slick. The head of my cock brushed against a spot deep inside her, making her gasp and shudder. I targeted it with every thrust, making her cry out with pleasure.
“Right there, baby,” she panted, her nails digging into my back. “Pound my pussy!” I obliged, driving my hips forward with reckless abandon. The sounds of our flesh slapping together filled the tent, interspersed with Mom’s moans and my grunts of effort.
Hammering into her cunt so hard my balls slapped against her as my dick just kept on plowing her hard.
I gripped Mom’s hips tighter, my fingers sinking into her soft, sweaty flesh as I pounded into her cunt with everything I had. My cock was a steel rod, slamming deep into her dripping hole, stretching her wide open. Each thrust sent my balls slapping hard against her ass, the wetsmack echoing in the tent like a drumbeat. Her pussy was a sweaty, soaked mess—hot folds quivering around me, slick with her juices that coated my shaft and dripped down her thighs. The smell of her arousal hit me, musky and raw, mixing with the earthy scent of the woods outside.
“Oh fuck, Mike, yes!” she cried out, her voice breaking into a desperate moan. Her head tilted back, dark hair plastered to her forehead with sweat, and her full tits bounced wildly under that flimsy nightie. I could see her nipples, rock-hard and straining against the fabric, begging for attention. My hips didn’t stop—couldn’t stop—plowing into her relentlessly, the head of my cock slamming against her cervix with every brutal thrust.
“Take it, Mom,” I growled, my voice rough with need. “Take my fucking cock.” Her pussy clenched around me, tight and greedy, sucking me in deeper like it couldn’t get enough. The heat of her sweaty fanny was unreal, slick walls pulsing as I rammed her harder, my balls aching from the constant slapping against her soaked skin.
She gasped, her hands clawing at the sleeping bag beneath us. “Harder, baby! Oh God, fuck me harder!” Her legs spread wider, thighs trembling, and I could see her swollen mound glistening in the dim moonlight filtering through the tent. Her pussy lips were splayed open, red and dripping, hugging my shaft as I drove in and out. The side of her panties, still tangled around her thighs, rubbed against my cock with every thrust, the damp fabric scraping my skin and adding this dirty, gritty edge to the sensation.
Sweat poured off me, dripping onto her heaving chest as I kept hammering her cunt. Her breathing was ragged, little whimpers and groans spilling from her lips every time I buried myself balls-deep. “You’re so fucking big,” she panted, her eyes locking onto mine, wild and hazy with lust. “Don’t stop—please, don’t stop!”
I wasn’t planning to. My hips pistoned like a machine, driving my throbbing shaft into her sweaty, throbbing core over and over. The tent shook with the force of it, the air thick with the sounds of her wet pussy squelching around me and our bodies colliding. Her juices kept flowing, soaking my balls, making every slap louder, wetter, and nastier. I could feel the pressure building in my gut, my cock pulsing with the need to explode, but I gritted my teeth and held back, determined to keep ramming her senseless.
“You’re so deep inside me,” she panted, her nails digging into my back. “Stretching me so full. I’ve never felt so full before.”
Her words inflamed my lust and I started thrusting even harder, grunting with the effort. The sleeping bag was a hot, sweaty cocoon around us now. Mom’s moans grew higher pitched, more desperate.
“Mom, I’m close,” I grunted through clenched teeth, feeling my heavy balls tighten. “I’m gonna cum inside you if you don’t stop me.”
“Don’t you dare stop,” she gasped, her legs coming up to lock around my hips. “Cum inside your mom’s pussy, baby. Fill me up. I want to feel your hot cum deep in my womb.”
Her filthy words shattered my restraint. With a hoarse shout, I buried myself to the hilt and exploded inside her, my cock jerking as I pumped what felt like gallons of cum into her spasming pussy. Mom came with me, her sex clenching around my spurting cock as she trembled and moaned beneath me.
We collapsed together in a sweaty tangle of limbs, both struggling to catch our breath. I could feel my release seeping out around my softening cock and trickling down her thighs. She gave a little shiver and sigh of satisfaction.
“Mmm, you came so much inside me,” she purred, running her fingers through the mess between her legs. “I can feel it so deep. Filling me up so good.”
I groaned at her words, feeling myself start to stir back to life inside her. “Mom…” I started to protest, but she just giggled and clenched her pussy around me.
“Shh, you’re still hard,” she said with a wicked grin. “I think you need to give your mom another round, don’t you?”
With that, she started rocking her hips, stirring my length inside her cum-soaked folds. I gasped as pleasure sparked through me. And then I was lost again, rutting into her with all new urgency as we fucked ourselves into a sated coma, the sleeping bag our sweat-soaked cocoon all night long.