What Camping Caused: Part I (Maybe) [Mother/Son]

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I had no idea it would ever turn out this way, not even a plan for it, but it is still an exhilarating memory.

The first time I saw her naked. The first time she grabbed me and squeezed my constant stiffness. The small bite of her lip, contrasted against the Blanche of her skin and faraway look in her eyes that I would later realize was hesitation, doubt, the fear of what she was about to do. To her own son.

But then other things happened.

As is the case with young boys nearing manhood, hormones were careening through my body. All it took was a stiff breeze to get me rock hard. Honestly, most of the time not even that. I spent so much time jacking off in the shower that I was certain I would get a hard-on if it rained. Pavlovian response applying to the cock. Or mine, at least.

She had to have known what I was doing in there. Honestly, don’t all mothers? The water bill for my sessions in there must have been quite a sight.