Oh, my god his cock is so big, I thought. I watched as his hand moved up and down his shaft in rhythmic patterns. I started to become entranced, losing all other thought. The only thing on my mind was that huge piece of meat being pleasured a few yards from me. Suddenly a wet feeling broke my concentration. I looked down between my legs and saw a large amount of grool flowing out of my pussy dripping to the ground. Thought and feeling returned bringing with it the burning and wet feeling that had erupted in my cunt. “Oh, my god, I’m getting wet!” I nearly screamed aloud. I was soaked! From my clit to my ass whole and running down my thighs thick lubricating liquid flowed from my vagina. I immediately stood up yanking my pants along with me. “Alright! I’m Done, I’m coming out!” I called out glancing over my shoulder quickly to see what he was doing. I was glancing quickly not so John wouldn’t know I saw him, but out of fear of seeing that cock again. Or maybe fear of what I would do if I saw that cock again. As I looked back John was quickly turning around trying to stuff his throbbing erect penis in his pants. I waited for another minute and then started to walk towards him. “Alright, let’s go.” I said. “We need to set up camp before dark.” He didn’t say a word as I continued on past him walking at a quick pace. About a half an hour of awkward walking in silence later, we finally made it. “This is the spot right?” I said not even looking at John.
“Yeah this is it.” John sighed back. He sounded so sad. It must be really hard for him to come here, the camping site him and his Father had come to for so many years. I felt so bad and for a minute forgot everything that had transpired thirty minutes ago. I turned to look at my son hoping he would give me a hug but saw a massive bulge in his pants and stopped. I was immediately brought back to thoughts of his cock which sent a wave of yearning though my warm cunt. If, John wasn’t standing right next to me, I would slap my self in the face right now I thought. I decided the best thing to do would be to get the camp set up and get my mind off it all. “Alright, I will set up the tent, will you start the fire dear?” I asked not looking at him, afraid I would see his cock bursting out of his jeans.
“Yes mom.” He sighed again pulling on my heart strings again. With that I walked off and started clearing a spot for the tent. About an hour and a lot of frustration later I was finally putting the last stake in that held the tent down. As I was bent over on my knees I saw Johns shadow casting in front of. I glanced back quickly, and he was just standing there looking at me. Looking at me bent over with my ass in the air as if I was ready to get fucked doggy. Oh, my god, is he staring at my ass again? **remaining on** [The Camping Trip – A Mother’s Desires ](https://thebestsexstories101.blogspot.com/2019/12/the-camping-trip-mothers-desires.html)
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