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The author assumes absolutely no responsibility for any action taken by the person(s) viewing this document. And thus we begin the story... --------------------------------------------------------- 01Roadtrip {Moon Dragon} "Roadtrip Rendevous" Copyright Moon Dragon - Sept/09 (m-solo, voy, F-solo, exhib, 1st, Fm, inc, oral) - X - X - X - The noble RV, denizen of American highways and icon of the family vacation. Everyone has seen them rolling up and down the nations winding roads, but sometimes they hide some surprises. I mean, can we really know what's going on, concealed behind plaid curtains, if they pass us on the interstate? Boring road trip, busted arm and a lonely mom... who knows what could happen? - X - X - X - Bethany Dunhollen - Single mother of two, widow * Reginald Dunhollen - Son of Bethany, age 14 * Trevor Dunhollen - Son of Bethany, age 12 Jenny Mulligan - Single mother of two, divorcee * Emily Mulligan - Daughter of Jenny, age 13 * Cassidy Mulligan - Daughter of Jenny, age 10 - X - X - X - I already know what you're thinking. You think I never should have done what I did, and that I'm some kind of sicko for letting it happen in the first place. Maybe you're right, but you know what? I don't regret it for a second, and to be honest, I can't even tell you that I'd do anything differently if I had it to do over. Yes, I know everybody says it's wrong, but who gets to decide what fits into that category anyway? I can make that choice myself, thank you very much; and so should everybody else. I mean, as long as you're not hurting anyone, shouldn't we all be allowed to make up our own minds about what's right and wrong? Why should we ever let anyone else have the right to say otherwise? Look, it isn't like I planned this. It was never a big diabolical plot or anything. It just happened. I might have let the wrong part of my body do the thinking, I guess, but that still doesn't mean the whole situation was premeditated. Let me tell you how it started, then maybe you'll be able to understand... - X - X - X - ... It was near the end of July, and Reggie and Trevor were out of school for the summer holiday. At fourteen and twelve, respectively, my boys were looking forward to two whole months of shooting hoops in the driveway and shooting at the make believe enemy soldiers out in the park with the other boys on our street. We had gone on this summer long road trip with my best friend Jenny and her two girls, Emily and Cassidy, who are thirteen and ten. She had just bought herself one of those great big highway behemoth RVs, a Winnebago I think, and she had talked us into going with them on a grand summer adventure. Me and Jenny are a case study in opposites. She stands about half a foot above my five foot four inches. Her wavy blond curls fall to her shoulders, whereas I wear my russet copper hair in a sprightly pixy cut that has an always tousled look to it. She is the tall willowy amazon compared to my down home girl next door sort of vibe. We couldn't have been any more different, but we couldn't have been any closer either. "I bought it this morning," she'd said, "It's a couple years old, but it's in excellent condition, and we got a great deal. I figured that since school will soon be over for the summer, we could all take a trip together somewhere. I'm sorry I didn't say anything sooner, but we wanted it to be a surprise, and I knew you had some vacation time added up." She was right. My husband, Darren, had died almost ten years earlier in a car accident, when Reggie was four and Trevor was only two. I had just started working at the time, and I'd had stayed at the same company since then without taking any time off except for a few days at Christmas time, at first to keep myself busy, then later to keep the bills paid. I likely had enough days of vacation time accumulated to take the entire summer off if I felt like it. I had seen other guys off and on since then, but never anything too serious. They usually got itchy feet once they realized that there were two kids involved. I had met Jenny at a single mothers group about three years ago. None of the other moms were at all intimidated by my two boys, of course, all of them having children of their own to deal with day to day, and Jenny and I had been best friends ever since. My boys and I had been stuck in a rut for quite a long time now, and maybe a nice long vacation would be just what the doctor ordered. A chance to get away from it all and see a few new places. Reggie and Trevor got on well enough with Emily and Cassidy, I thought, so they should be able to handle a couple weeks of traveling together without killing each other. If I'd only known that the kids getting along with one another would end up being the least of my adventures. "Alright," I said with a grin, "Let's do it." Jenny squealed in delight and pulled a heavily creased road map out of her back pocket... - X - X - X - ...We had been on the road for about five days, and we stopped at a roadside truck stop to refuel. We parked the RV alongside two cop cars and a few big rigs, went inside and bought some snacks, then we decided to stop and spend the night here at the truck stop, pushing on the following day. Bright and early the next morning, at the crack of god awful, we made ready to run for the highway. Jenny had gotten a quick shower to wake herself up. "Uh, mom," Cassidy said, with a stage whisper that she probably thought was quiet enough not to be noticed by everybody else in the RV, "Your towel is slipping." Looking over, I saw that she was right. Jenny had just gotten out of that cramped little cubicle that passed for a shower in the RV, and was attempting to comb the tangles out of her long blond hair while trying to see her whole head in the postage stamp sized mirror. She had failed to notice that each time she raised her arm above her shoulders, the bath towel that she'd wrapped around herself slipped a fraction of an inch lower. By the time Cassidy had called attention to it, the whole upper portion of her breast was exposed; even a little bit of rosy pink nipple had peeked over the top of the carelessly wrapped towel. Now, Jenny's story was rather unlike mine. Her husband walked out on her five years before, cashing in all of their assets behind her back and leaving her all alone with their little girls, while he ran off with a tango instructor that he had met on the internet. Jenny had resented the hell out of it, of course, and she was in a pretty bad way for a little while, but she still had her girls to take care of so she bounced back and took care of business. I'd had Reggie right after high school; I was nineteen years old. I guess that's not important to the tale at hand, but it means that I was still only twenty three when Darren died. Jenny, on the other hand, had waited a bit longer to have her kids, so in spite of the fact that her oldest daughter was a full year younger than Reggie, she was five years older than me, thirty eight to my thirty three. For a lady who was pushing the big 4-0, Jenny had kept herself in fantastic shape. She doesn't work out at a gym ten times a week or anything, but her job kept her active. Her long legs were superbly toned and her 36Cs were as flawless as time could allow. I'd even thought about asking if she'd ever gotten any work done, but I had never bothered to bring it up. "Oops," she said, "That won't do." She fixed the towel, and went back to brushing out her hair, going on about her business as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. I couldn't help but notice, though, that Reggie, who'd been lying in the lounge watching television, suddenly took one of the pillows from under his head and put it over his lap. Well, well. Maybe my little boy was growing up... - X - X - X - ... A couple days later we pulled into a campground to spend the night. Their sign a ways back up the highway had announced the world's largest water slide, and the four kids just about had seizures trying to get us to stop there rather than going ahead to this motel where we had been planning to stay, which was still another hour or so further on up the interstate. We adults had little choice, being promptly vetoed, so we turned the big RV up into the campground. I can't verify whether that water slide really was the world's largest or not, but it WAS impressive, and our kids seemed content with it. In the manner of children everywhere, though, after each going on a half a dozen rides, the novelty wore off and, one by one, they all started getting colder as the day wore on. Tired after driving all day long, Jenny decided to head on back to the RV, taking along with her any of the kids who were done with the swimming and splashing. Unusually for that time of year, the campground wasn't very busy, and the sheltered cove where the beach was located was quite a way back from the main part of the site. All at once I noticed that the swimming area was nearly deserted. Reggie and I were the only ones left on our end of the beach, and there was a final elderly couple lying on the sand at the far end, catching the last rays of the evening sun. Soon, they too folded up their blanket and walked away together, leaving Reggie and I with the beach to ourselves, he swimming while I lounged on the sand. I was lying on my blanket, hearing the pounding rhythm of the surf just outside of the sheltered cove. I may have drifted off for a few minutes, but I came swiftly to my senses when a sudden shot of cold water drenched me from my knees up to my belly. I stood up and looked around for the guilty party, and found Reggie laughing his devious ass off about three paces away. My treacherous son had evidently picked up a child's abandoned sand castle bucket, then he'd used it to stage an unprovoked attack upon his unsuspecting and innocent mother. "Of course you know," I told him evilly, searching for and finding a bucket of my own, "This means war." "Aw crap," he laughed as he dashed away. I chased him back to the water, firing bucketful after bucketful at him. "Old mom was an easy target, right?" SPLASH! "Thought you'd get away with it, didn't ya?" SLOSH! "Not so smug now, are ya?" SPLAT! "Okay, okay," he hollered, "I give up. You win." "Damn straight, I do," I replied, turning back towards the shore, "Didn't know who you were messing with." GLOOSH! The rotten little scallywag had surrendered, then he'd let me have another one after my back was turned. "Why you little..." Chasing him back up the beach, I caught up with him as he stumbled in the sand, then tackled him mercilessly around the waist to bring him down. Of course, even at fourteen he was easily half again my weight so I would probably end up with the worst of it, but I managed to lay a couple of head noogies on him before he was able to shake me off. About half an instant later, I found myself flat on my back, not quite sure how I had gotten there, with both of my hands pinned above my head. Reggie held both of my wrists in just one hand, but his other hand hovered claw-like right over my belly. "Reggie, don't you dare," I begged, now struggling for real, as I dreaded what was coming, "I'll double your allowance. I'll let you out of all your chores for the next month. I'll buy you a pony for Christmas." "Too late," he cackled, and the claw descended. That little rat has always known my weakness. I really absolutely can't stand being tickled. No matter what I try to do, it's like Kryptonite to Superman. Writhing on the beach and giggling in torment, pleading for him to let me up, I gasped for air as his tickling fingers drove me crazy. I managed to work my hand loose as his fingers dug into my ribs, and I went straight for his collarbone, about the only ticklish spot anywhere upon his whole body. My chest was heaving as I gasped for air, and I sensed that the game had changed when I wasn't looking, as I felt Reggie's tickling fingers gradually giving way to soft strokes up and down my ribs. I looked up into his brown eyes, but he wasn't looking back. Rather, he had his interests affixed elsewhere. Glancing down toward my chest, where his eyes seemed to be anchored, I soon realized what had caught his attention. By such a time in the evening, with the sun just about gone down, the water had cooled off considerably. We'd both just been lobbing bucketfuls of cold water at one another, and the evening chill was having predictable results on my anatomy. Plainly visible through my swim suit, my nipples were standing taut and hard, outlined under the damp fabric like a couple of bottle caps. I've always been proud of my nipples, actually. Darren had often said that they were one of my best features in his own opinion, but he always had been a dedicated breast man. Fully erect, as they were then, my nipples are almost as big as cherries and about the same color too. They are surrounded by areolas about the size of silver dollars and, normally a dusky rose, both deepen to this plump heavy red if I get aroused or cold. Reggie's eyes were locked on my heaving chest while he stroked his hand gently up and down my side, and given my position beneath him on the sand, I could feel his hardness against my hip. What was he thinking? I'm his own mother, for Gods sake, but even though I couldn't see it, the throbbing heat inside his shorts could not have been mistaken for anything else. I suppose my lack of immediate commentary had made him bold, and I soon felt his hand sliding higher, leaving my waist and drifting upward until he had fully cupped my breast in his palm. At first I was too numb to say or do anything, and as he brushed his thumb up over my suddenly aching nipple, I noticed that I was dripping wet, and those buckets of water that we'd been tossing around had absolutely nothing to do with it. Sweet Jesus, he's only fourteen. Where the hell did he learn how to do that? And what else might he know how to do? I caught my bedazzled brain asking entirely the wrong questions, realizing abruptly that this wouldn't lead anywhere that I was prepared to go, so I began to push my way out from under my son. "Okay, enough," I croaked, "Playtime's over." I think we'd both come to our senses at about the same time because, as I glanced up, I saw this dawning look of horror swiftly spread over Reggie's face. He began to stammer, but nothing coherent was coming out, so we just sat there for a moment, neither of us yet knowing quite what to do. Then he rolled off quickly, his cheeks scarlet, and he dashed back through the nearby treeline before I could even say another word. He'd obviously been embarrassed enough as it was, and I'd not helped any, pushing him away like I had done. Poor boy was probably completely mortified. I mean, all he had really done was cop a feel, and I'd pushed him away and let him run off like a frightened little rabbit, as if I'd thought that he was some kind of pervert or something. Now I wasn't thinking that I should have just told him to keep going or anything of that sort, but I might have talked to him at least, to let him know that it was perfectly normal for boys his age to be curious. I got to my feet and brushed off the sand, then picked up my towel and went after my son. He wasn't that hard to locate; I had only to follow his footprints in the damp soil as the beach gradually gave way to the loamy ground beneath the trees. I soon noticed, though, that Reggie wasn't heading back to the RV. Whereas the path to our campsite turned off to the left, his prints had gone to the right. Just a couple yards further up the trail was the small dressing cabin where swimmers could wash up or change their clothes, either before or after going out to the cove. I walked softly inside, as I didn't want to come stomping in as though I was angry with him, and heard noises coming out of one of the lavatory stalls at the back. Like the beach, the dressing cabin was otherwise deserted, so there wouldn't be anyone else to overhear our conversation. Just as I raised my hand to tap lightly on the door of the stall, something gave me pause. I had expected him to be rather upset, and I had assumed that what I was hearing was Reggie crying, but I was wrong. The noises coming from behind the closed door didn't sound at all like crying. As in many a public washroom, there was a rather small but noticeable gap between the door and the adjoining wall. Peering into the gap, I saw that Reggie had come in here for an entirely different purpose. Given what had happened out on the beach, I might have expected this, I suppose, but it still shocked me for an instant, all the same. Reggie's swimming trunks had been pulled down and bunched about his ankles, and his right hand was securely wrapped around his impressive seven inch cock. Yet again, my mind had leapt entirely in the wrong direction. I wondered where my little boy had been hiding that thing? It was huge! As he stroked it quickly up and down, I caught my hand gently pinching my nipple through my swimsuit. Glaring at that traitorous extremity, I left my nipples alone and I tried to walk out of the dressing cabin, leaving my son to his privacy, but I couldn't. It was as if my feet had been stapled straight to the floor, and I was powerless to move. Once again I felt a stirring between my thighs, and my little slit began to dampen. Silently slipping my arms through the straps of my swimsuit, I pulled the front down to my waist, exposing my tits to the cool evening air. Looking around in fear to see whether anyone else was watching, I began to caress them, cupping my heavy weight in my palms and pinching my nipples. Glancing over my shoulder occasionally to be sure that we were still alone, I fondled my bare tits and spied on my teenage son as he jerked himself off. I wondered if he was thinking of me, of holding my breast in his hand on the beach and stroking my erect nipple through the fabric of my top. Reggie groaned as his fist pumped up and down over his aching shaft, and I could see the head glistening with his precum as his hand established the rhythm. My hand was no longer content to play with my tits, and I let it drift lower, dipping under my swimsuit to reach for my throbbing pussy. As expected, my slit was already soaking wet, and I bit my lip to stifle a whimper when two of my fingers slid into my dripping heat. With his head thrown back against a wall, Reggie built to a crescendo, and I built with him, fingers dancing across my smooth slit. I still shave myself completely bare down there; Darren liked it that way, said it was sexy, and I guess it just stuck with me. Caressing the smooth lips of my pussy, I let my other hand drop into my swimsuit and sought out my clit. Just like my nipples, my clit gets really big whenever I get horny. I swear that it gets about as big as the end of my thumb. It's so sensitive, and I just love to play with it. Sometimes I'll sit on the chair right in front of my mirror when I masturbate; I'll watch as my finger fucks into my pussy and it always makes me cum really hard. Whenever I spread my pussy lips so that I can see my clit it makes me cum even harder. Just for a second, playing with my clit, I wondered if maybe Reggie would like to see it. Would looking at my hard clit make him cum too? Or maybe he'd want to suck on it. Would I let him if he did? Suddenly the reality of the situation reached right up and slapped me. What the fuck was I thinking? That was still my son in there, and I was out here fantasizing about having him lick my pussy! I must be insane. Just as I had grabbed the straps of my swimsuit and tugged them back over my shoulders, however, covering my tits in embarrassment, I heard a new noise from behind that closed door. Leaning toward the gap once again, I peeked through it just in time to see Reggie grunt in ecstasy, hot jets of his seed spurting out of his rigid shaft and arcing high into the air. Even with both straps pulled up and my hands nowhere near my dripping wet pussy, the very sight of my son spurting his hot goodness into the air had me cumming in my swimsuit. "Ungh, fuck yes," I whimpered. Without touching myself at all, I felt waves of dizziness as the mind bending orgasm ripped through me from my head to my feet, even my toes curling while fragrant jolts of electric color rocked my body. Gathering my wits about me, I realized that Reggie had gone completely still. Did he hear me? Or worse had he SEEN me? Grabbing my blanket from where it had fallen on the floor, I beat a hasty retreat from the dressing cabin, desperately trying to get back into the RV with time to be right in the middle of some innocuous task when Reggie got back, looking like I had been busy and hadn't even noticed that he wasn't there. Jenny looked up in shock as I hustled through the door in a blur, closing it quietly behind me so as to avoid waking the other kids who were all by then asleep. She took in my frazzled appearance, the heady flush in my face and the barely noticeable damp spot in the crotch of my swimsuit, and her eyes widened in shock. "Son of a bitch," she hissed with a wicked smirk, "You just got laid, didn't you? Who was it?" I shushed her and said nothing. "It was that hunk at the beach with the black swimming shorts, wasn't it?" Well, Reggie's shorts HAD been black, but I was hardly about to point that out. "Come on spill it," she begged, "You gotta tell me all the details, it's in the best friends rule book." Then she looked behind me, "Hey, where's Reggie?" "I don't know," I mumbled, "Still back at the beach, I suppose. That was the last place I spoke to him." Even though technically true, again, I wasn't about to point out anything she didn't need to know. Jenny just looked at me oddly; it was unlike me to lose track of my children's whereabouts, but she didn't say anything else about either Reggie or the hunk at the beach. Just then Reggie walked into the RV, but he didn't say a word, he just grabbed a cold soda out of the cooler and climbed up into the bunk that he had to share with Trevor. I went quietly into the tiny washroom and got dressed for bed, changing into a light T-shirt over my favorite blue silk panties. We turned out the lights a little later and Jenny and I turned in. I couldn't say why, but something strange came over me during the next few nights, a wanton spark of boldness bearing little or no resemblance to anything else that I'd ever experienced in my entire life. With my heart pounding in my chest so loud that everyone else in the RV must surely be able to hear, I listened to Jenny's light snoring, allowing it to reassure me that she was deeply in slumber. Once I was convinced that she was asleep, I started to toss and turn in my bed as though I was having trouble getting to sleep myself. Each time I turned, I allowed my T-shirt to creep a little higher, until at last it had bunched up over my chest, exposing my bare tits to anybody in the RV who happened to be awake and looking in my direction. Then with my nipples hardening in the cool breeze of the AC vents, I lay still as though I'd finally gotten to sleep. Keeping my eyes slitted so that it still looked like I was sleeping, and thus entirely unaware of my state of undress, I glanced over towards Reggie's bunk. I could only see the barest hint of movement in the dim light inside the RV, but to my eye it looked almost like his hand, slowly stroking in the darkness. I spent most of the night sleeping like that, with my tits exposed and my hard nipples aching to be touched, only covering up near dawn as the other kids began to stir. I can't say with certainty that Reggie had spent the night staring at my tits, but I rather think he did... - X - X - X - ... About three weeks later, the Winnebago gave a last labored rattle as it climbed up a hill, hauling itself over the top just as it threatened to lay down and die entirely. It was too early for this crap, it seemed to say, and I didn't blame it a bit for thinking so. "The world's largest Singing Catfish, Jenny," I sighed with a grimace, "Really?" I thought the regular sized ones you buy in stores for fishing enthusiasts were pretty tacky, but driving all the way to another state, just to look at one that was eleven feet long, defied my understanding. "Sure," she replied gleefully, "It'll be great." Thinking that she was clearly one girl with an unusual definition of 'great', I just shook my head and gave in. It was easier than attempting to dissuade her, I'd come to learn. I shouldn't have been surprised at this development, I suppose, as Jenny had spent the last full month taking us to gaze upon the world's largest ball of yarn, the world's largest working cordless phone and a giant tea pot that apparently wasn't the world's largest but was still pretty damn big for a tea pot. It seemed she had developed some kind of bizarre fascination with things that were greater than average size. Hmm! I think that I'll have to ask her about that next time she stops by. Anyway, we pulled the RV into the parking lot and read a sign saying that the catfish was down in the tourist chalet on the lake shore. Getting there would involve taking a two hour long historical tour around the lake shore, walking down a long flight of stairs, then back up the same stairs again later on. That wouldn't normally have been a difficulty, but our last port of call had been to see the world's largest trampoline. The problem with trampolines? If you don't land straight, you don't bounce up straight. Reggie is an chronic daredevil, even more so than other boys his age, and he managed to sprain his right ankle falling off the damn thing. As if that wasn't bad enough, when his ankle gave out he fell over, landed bad, and hurt the wrist and elbow on that same side, so he had spent most of the last three days with his right arm and leg both wrapped up in bandages. Poor thing. He wasn't allowed to walk on his bad ankle and his arm was in a sling; he was hardly able to fend for himself at all. Well, none of us expected him to walk up and down that big flight of stairs, especially not to see some giant singing fish. He volunteered to stay behind in the RV and let the rest of us go on without him, but I didn't feel comfortable leaving him there all by himself, so we quickly decided that Trevor should go on with Jenny and the girls while I stayed to look after Reggie. Now I'm not going to lie; I was practically buzzing by the time Jenny left with the kids. Reggie and I hadn't said a thing about what had happened on the beach, and he had no idea that I had watched him in the dressing cabin, but I'd been sleeping damn near nude most every night since then. I'd even caught him peeking in at me a few times while I was in the shower. One day when Jenny had taken the other kids out riding go carts at another park that we'd visited, I decided to put on a little show just for him. Making sure that I'd 'accidentally' left my shower curtain open enough for him to see, I had let him catch ME masturbating. I know he was looking; I could hear him groaning when he watched me slip my fingers into my pussy. Knowing that he was just outside, and watching me this time as I had watched him; oh my God! I have never cum so hard in my life. I know it was very wrong of me to let him see me like that, and probably even more wrong that I had really gotten off on it, but we hadn't hurt anyone. I guess I thought of it as being no different than him watching porn on the internet like many other boys his age do, except that he got to look at a real woman instead of some ditzy blonde porn star with fake boobs having fake orgasms. At least my boobs were perfectly real, thanks. So were my orgasms, for that matter, but I digress. Anyway, it turns out that perhaps Reggie and I were not being as subtle as I had thought. Jenny and the girls seemed to be oblivious to what was going on, thankfully, but I'd caught Trevor trying to spy on them whenever they were changing or in the shower. Me and Reggie were one thing, but Jenny's girls were a whole different matter. She would be pissed if either of them had noticed anything, so I'd made sure to keep Trevor occupied whenever they might be undressed. Well the girls in any case, I reasoned that if Jenny wasn't smart enough to cover herself up with two teenage boys around, they deserved to catch a peek. I actually ran into an issue with Trevor the following summer, as I recall. Emily had come to stay over with us for a couple of weeks while her mom and dad went to one of those silly corporate retreats, or something of the sort. She had been out in the backyard, working on an even tan and Trevor had... - X - X - X - ... Oh yes, of course. I'm sorry, I was getting rather ahead of myself there wasn't I? Where were we? Right, Jenny had taken Trevor and the girls out to see that dumb singing fish, and Reggie couldn't go because he'd hurt himself falling off the trampoline. Well, as I said before, I felt uncomfortable leaving him there in the RV all by himself, so I stayed with him. We had been growing more and more bold with each other as the weeks went by cooped up together in the Winnebago, and it was only a matter of time, I suppose, before things came to a boil. I'd waited for all of ten minutes after Jenny had left with the other kids, checking to be sure that all the Winnebago's plaid curtains were tightly closed. Reggie looked bored; having settled in to wait for the others to make their way back from their hike, he was passing the time by playing games on a laptop computer. "Hey Reggie," I said from the tiny bathroom, "I bought a new swimsuit while we were shopping yesterday. Would you like to see it?" "Sure," he mumbled in a bored voice. There is little in the world that ranks as more boring in the mind of a teenage boy than going shopping with his mother. Wrapped in bandages as he was, he had been unable to participate when everyone else went to visit the world's largest indoor rock climbing wall, and it didn't seem fair that he should have to spend the rest of his vacation staring at the inside of the RV while the other kids got to do a bunch of cool stuff, so I'd taken him into town with me. He'd talked me into letting him see a new movie in the mall cineplex while I hit a few department stores, but his day had mostly been spent being dragged from store to store while his mother tried on dresses or shoes or jackets or other endlessly tedious things. He had not seen my new swimsuit though. I had gotten that when he was at the movies. I suppose he expected me to come out with the swimsuit on a hanger or something, so when I walked out of the bathroom wearing the tiny little barely-there swimsuit he damn near dumped the laptop on the floor. "Holy shit, mom," he whistled, "It's, Um... well, it's hot. You look sexy as hell." "Why, thank you," I said, doing a slow pirouette, "And by the way, watch your language." "Uh, sorry." He didn't sound sorry. "I'll let you get away with it this time," I said with a grin, "Mainly cause you said your mom was sexy. That earns you brownie points." Reggie couldn't take his eyes off me. Now I'm no super model or anything, but I try to keep myself looking my best. It's not quite as easy for me as for Jenny, and I've gotta work my ass off to get there, but I'm proud to say that I'll still turn heads when I walk down the street. My legs aren't quite as long as hers, and I'm slightly wider in my hips, but my 38DDs made up for my other shortcomings. Darren once told me that I have smouldering dark brown bedroom eyes, and if I turn the heat up with a sensual gaze it's like I'm begging to be fucked without saying a word. My eyes are set wide apart over a cute little upturned nose, and I have delicate features, giving my face a young schoolgirl aspect. I have luscious pouty lips, which Darren always remarked were simply made to be wrapped around a cock. All in all, I had nothing to be ashamed of when I stood in front of a mirror. It was the swimsuit, though, that put the icing on the cake. It would likely be illegal to wear it in public in many places, but then I hadn't bought it to wear in public. It had been cut in a deep V-shape, including a tight little thong, from which a pair of narrow strips run up from between my thighs and over my tits. These strips were connected by laces that criss crossed back and forth down my belly in a shoelace pattern. The two straps were only about two and a half inches across at their widest; they didn't cover my tits at all. Basically, only my nipples and my pussy were under the carefully cut fabric, and while covered even they were not hidden. The sexy swimsuit was made of micro weave fishnet fabric that seemed opaque whenever viewed from a distance, but was almost totally transparent if seen up close. My cherry sized nipple were hard, I had made sure of that before I'd left the bathroom by pinching them gently until they stiffened under my fingers, and they stood proudly visible through the woven fabric as if it wasn't even there. The outline of my pussy could be plainly seen through the fishnet fabric and my baby could see that I kept it baby smooth. I turned away with my back to Reggie, spread my thighs and bent from the waist, causing the thong to pull up snugly into the cleft of my ass and the fabric between my legs to tighten, cupping my pussy the very same way he'd cupped my breast just a few weeks before. "So Reggie," I whispered, "Are you sure you like it?" "Absolutely," he replied, "I really do. Undoubtedly." "A simple yes would have sufficed," I replied, turning back toward him with a wink. "I know," he grinned, "But I wanted to make sure there was no room for misunderstanding." It was at that point that things started to get out of control. See, I had been letting him spy on me while I was in the shower, pretending not to know that he was looking. I had been sleeping topless at night, or near enough to it, and I'd even let him watch me masturbate in that tiny little bathroom, but I guess that was all just a bit of harmless exhibitionism. I hadn't touched him, nor had he touched me. We had never done anything together, and I had never planned to, but it should be clear by now that my plan went seriously awry. It was still a bit early in the morning. Reggie hadn't bothered to dress yet, and was still lying in his bunk with just his sheet covering him, and wearing only his boxers beneath it. It had been my intention to show him the swimsuit, and maybe flash him a bit, and nothing else. So okay, this was a little more than I'd already been doing, and was probably rather more than I had any business doing in the first place, but I swear, I had never meant for it to go any further than it had already gone. As I turned to go back into the bathroom, though, with the intention of changing back into something a little less revealing, I couldn't help but notice a distinct tent in the light sheet that Reggie had pulled up over his waist. He turned onto his side and faced away from me, mainly to hide his condition, I guess, but then I thought he hissed in pain, before he mumbled something about the stupid fucking trampoline. "Reggie," I said with concern, "Is something wrong?" "Don't worry about it, mom," he said, "It's nothing." "Is your leg bothering you?" I persisted, "Do you want an Aspirin or Tylenol?" "No, it isn't that," he said, "It's nothing, okay?" I don't know where the thought came from, but I laid a hand on his hip and turned him back to face me. There was a brief instant of resistance, but then he allowed me to roll him onto his back. For some reason I pulled the sheet away, then glancing back and forth from the obvious hardness straining inside of his boxers to his bandaged wrist, I understood the problem. He'd clearly been turned on watching my little fashion show, but I had given no thought to the fact that his injured wrist didn't permit him to seek relief. He was uncomfortable with me paying such mindful attention to this particular part of his body, but I'd noticed that he had made no move to cover himself, or to pull away from me. He just lay there looking up at me, as though waiting for me to make the next move. "Baby, I'm so sorry," I whispered softly, "This is all my fault, isn't it?" "Well maybe a little," he said, hanging his head, "But I didn't mean it to get hard like this, honest. Please don't be mad." "Oh baby, I'm not mad," I told him, "I was the one who was going around with next to nothing on. It's totally normal that your body would react. I couldn't be upset with you for that." "You couldn't?" "Of course not baby," I said, "You're not a little boy anymore. You're growing up, and I've been simply awful to you over these last few weeks, teasing you as I've been doing. I am your mother, for God's sake, I should really know better. You don't have to be sorry for any of that." "Well, maybe for something else then?" "Like what?" "That night on the beach?" he said, bringing it up for the first time, "You had to be mad about how I grabbed your boob like that. I'm sorry." "It's okay," I murmured, "Actually, I kinda liked it." "I still can't believe that I... Hold on a second, run that by me again?" I was just as shocked as he was; I had not intended to say that part out loud. Even in the very midst of his own apology, though, I had distinctly watched his cock twitch within his boxers as my words registered. There it was, my dirty little secret in the open; my own son had felt me up, and I liked it. The only question left was, what was I going to do about it? I hesitated only briefly, contemplating and discarding in that instant everything that I had ever known about mothers and sons. He was my son, and if I knew nothing else, I knew that there was nobody in the whole world who had ever or would ever love him any better or more than I did, and I'd never do anything to hurt him. For the very first time since the beginning of this whole insane situation my body and my heart were on the same page. I'd finally made my decision, and I was ready to act on it without wasting any more time. "Well you've apologized, and I've accepted," I said as I reached down and grasped his rigid cock through the fabric of his boxers, "But it seems that we still need to find a solution for your problem." "Oh my God, mom," he gasped, "What are you doing?" "I just want to make you feel good," I replied, "I can see that I got you all excited, but with your arm hurt like it is, you can't do anything about it. So I think I should do something about it for you. We don't have to though, if it will make you uncomfortable. So would you like me to stop?" "Oh fuck, no," he breathed, then, "I mean, heck no." "Under the circumstances," I grinned, "My fussing over your use of bad language would be rather silly, don't you think? So just lie back and let mommy take care of you, and if it feels good, you just go right ahead and say whatever you want." I moment later he took the instructions to heart as he watched me tug his boxers down over his hips and slide the head of his seven inch shaft into my mouth. "Oh fuck yeah, mom," moaned my young virgin son, "Suck that fucking cock for me." I blushed furiously at hearing those words coming from my fourteen year old boy. Somehow, the combination of his explicit directions and the word 'mom' in the same sentence was an incredible turn on. I slipped his hard length further into my mouth, even swirling my tongue around the head as I took it deeper. Then he surprised me by untying the straps behind my neck, loosening the top of my swimsuit. I got the message clearly, pulling it down and exposing my tits for him. Bobbing my head up and down in his lap, it was as if a faucet had been turned on right between my thighs. He had my hot pussy absolutely dripping. My first impressions of my son's equipment had clearly been right on the money; this thing was incredible. It was at least an inch longer than his fathers cock had been, and it was also considerably thicker too, but it still wasn't too large for me to do my best trick. Tipping my chin upward, I slipped the head of Reggie's thick cock all the way down my throat, taking him even deeper until my plump red lips were kissing his balls and he was groaning in delight. I backed off, stroking his cock with my hand as I smiled proudly, then I took the big shaft in my mouth all the way back to the root again. Reggie's groans as his cock head slipped in and out of my throat sent a dirty little thrill right down into my pussy, making it demand attention. I didn't think he'd take very much more of this, and I had other plans for his throbbing hard cock anyway, so I let him slide out of my mouth, and slithered my way up the length of his body. I wanted to take that final step, I wanted his hard cock in my pussy. I wanted him to fuck me. "I want it, Reggie," I whispered, "Give it to me." "Can I try something else first?" he asked. By that time I couldn't have denied him anything, so I nodded my head, curious as to where that delightfully deviant brain of his would carry us. His one good hand was apparently more than good enough for what he'd had in mind; and before I even knew what he was up to, my wonderful stud had whipped my new swimsuit all the way down to my ankles, exposing my silky soft slit for his obviously pleased appraisal. Again, I was left wondering where he'd even learned to do such a thing, and one handed yet, but I didn't have time to give it much thought, as my attention was soon diverted elsewhere. Reggie had begun planting a trail of kisses up my inner thigh, beginning at my knee, and moving with tantalizing slowness towards my hot aching slit. His easy and unhurried pace was driving me wild with desire, and just as I was about to grab a handful of his hair and force him between my thighs, he placed a soft kiss right on the lips of my pussy, giving me a delicate thrill of delight. Tentatively at first, and then with enthusiasm, Reggie applied himself to pleasuring me. Nothing I could have imagined that night in the dressing cabin, while I had masturbated with him and fantasized about letting him lick my pussy, could compare to the real thing. He had an expert tongue, my virgin virtuoso, plunging it deep into my velveteen wetness and licking up and down the full length of my slit, but always coming back to suck gently on my hard throbbing clit. It seemed, I thought as I spread my thighs to give him better access, that I had a very talented son. He slipped a finger into my sticky heat, but only long enough to make it wet, then he vigorously flicked his tongue over my stiff clit to distract me as he slipped it gently into my ass. I know some girls don't like it much, but I have always loved anal sex; the sensation of something pumping in and out of my tight little ass can often have me cumming before long, and this was no exception. Just for an instant, I tried to resist, but that combination of Reggie's finger skillfully probing sensuously into my bottom and his tongue dancing madly on my clit was more than I could stand. "Right there, baby," I whimpered, "Ungh, yes... If you keep... Ooh... doing just like that, you're gonna make mommy cum." The scent of sparkling lights filled me, and bursts of electric color washed through my pussy as Reggie rode out my orgasm, keeping that skillful tongue on my clit and prolonging the delicious agony. "Oh Reggie," I wailed, "Ungh, ungh, ungh... Ooooh!" Finally the tremors subsided, and I pulled my son back up next to me. "Oh my God!" I exclaimed, "That was incredible. Who on earth taught you how to do that?" "I learned about it in Sex Ed class," he said, "And on the internet... But mostly the internet." "Three cheers for Google," I smirked, rolling him over on his back, "Now it's your turn." Taking off his boxers and my now tangled swimsuit, and discarding both upon the floor, I swung one leg across his body, straddling his narrow hips. As I gazed down into his eyes, I silently asked if this was truly what he wanted; there was no going back from this. He nodded his head just as silently, in answer to that unasked question, and with no further hesitation I let myself sink down onto him, impaling myself to the hilt upon his magnificent young cock. I couldn't help but let out a sudden gasp of delight as his thick hardness penetrated into my dripping slit. Stretching my pussy more than my husband's ever had, Reggie's cock reached deeper as well, touching the places inside me that had never been touched before. It was incredible. "Ooh yeah! Do you like that?" I whispered, grinding my pussy around in circles on his hips with his fourteen year old cock buried inside me, "I guess my baby's not a virgin anymore, huh? Does your cock feed good inside of mommy's wet little pussy?" "Fuck, mom," he moaned, reaching up and cupping my big 38DD tits in his strong hands, "It's so fucking hot in your pussy. I wanna stay like this forever." Reggie instinctively began to buck his hips upwards as he pumped his cock in and out of my slit, gritting his teeth, with the struggle of trying not to cum written plainly upon his face. The very thought of feeling his hot seed spurting up into my wet pussy sent shivers of ecstasy shooting like lightning bolt directly from my clit to my brain. There was nothing I wanted more, but he wasn't wearing a condom and I didn't want to take a chance on him getting me pregnant. Apparently he knew the risks as well as I did, because he began to slow his pace, breathing deeply and trying to restrain himself. Chalk up another mark for Sex Ed and Google. As careful as he was being, though, I knew it was only a matter of time until he lost control and blew his load inside me, so it was probably time to do something else. "You can't cum in my pussy," I said sadly, "As much as I would like you to." "Oh no, mom," he pleaded, "We can't stop now." "Of course not," I gently reassured him, "I didn't say that we had to stop, sweety, only that I can't let you cum inside me." Lifting myself off of him, I felt my son's shaft slide out of me with a wet pop and I rolled over to lie next to him, sweat dripping from my body. "Don't you worry, though," I finished, reaching out to stroke his hard throbbing cock, "Mommy is still gonna make you cum. Now, how would you like to fuck mommy in the ass? Or would you rather I finished what I started earlier and have me suck you off?" His eyes glazed over; for a second there I had thought that my intentionally dirty talk had sent Reggie over the edge, and that he was going to shoot his cum in my hand right then and there. He didn't though. Rather he took a few deep breaths to settle himself and tried to make a choice. Of course, I wasn't making it easy for the boy. With my hand working up and down on his slick shaft as it was, if he didn't make up his mind soon it really was going to be too late. "Uh, whichever one I choose," he said, "Could we still do the other one some other time, maybe?" "We'll see," I replied with a sassy wink, betting that this likely wouldn't be the last time Reggie and I got nasty together. Apparently reaching a verdict, he sat up upon the edge of the bed and had me kneel down on the floor in front of him. Placing his hand upon the back of my head, he tangled his fingers gently in my hair, pushing my face down toward his hips where his cock eagerly awaited my attention. It's never failed to turn me on when a guy is forceful, as Reggie was now. I usually like it kind of rough, but strangely enough some girls don't. I've never understood that; I mean, I think it's about as sexy as hell. I would have to give him some advice about that later on, but as far as I was concerned, he was doing just fine for now. Following Reggie's lead, I placed my hands on his hips and opened my mouth, taking his big hard cock between my luscious red lips without touching it with my hands at all. I have always thought that there was something wickedly erotic about being on my knees in front of a guy, and him just looking down at me while I'm sucking him off. Reggie kept his hand upon the back of my head while I bobbed up and down in his lap, and moaned as I paused long enough to give the head of his big shaft a slow tongue job. Dipping one hand between my legs, I sought out my clit and began to stroke it. My baby smooth little slit was dripping again, and it only took about twenty seconds or so of rubbing my big clit before I began to jerk my hips and whimper around Reggie's cock, as a hot orgasm blasted vigorously through me. I remembered what he had done while he licked my pussy earlier, and I decided to return the favor. Slipping a finger into my sticky little slit, I made it nice and wet then began to trail it under his balls. He got the idea quickly, shifting forward to the very edge of his low bunk. Helping him place both feet upon my knees to lift his legs higher, I slipped my finger gently into his ass, hearing him groaning as I began to stroke his sensitive prostate. "You like that, don't you?" I asked, stroking his cock with my other hand as I gazed up at him, "Does it feel good when mommy fingers your little ass like this?" By way of answer, Reggie just groaned again, and began spurting his cum in my face. I'd really been intending to swallow it for him, but thought, 'fuck it, this is hot too,' and kept stroking his hard pipe, jerking him off as he sprayed jet after jet of hot cum all over my lips and my cheeks, some even getting in my hair. That was when everything hit the fan. As I knelt there upon the floor, smiling up at my sexy fourteen year old son, with his hot cum trickling from my face and dripping down my big tits, Jenny opened up the door... - X - X - X - ...So there I sat at the table, sipping cold coffee at my kitchen table, across from my best friend Jenny and her younger step sister, Carol. Neither of them acted quite as appalled as I thought they should, given what I'd just told them, but I just chalked it up to simple shock. They were horrified, no doubt, but I'd rendered them speechless with the sheer awful truth of what I'd done with my boy. "Well come on, you guys," I pleaded, "Don't just leave me hanging. Not that it matters, I suppose. You really don't have to say anything at all, when it comes right down to it, do you? I already know what you're thinking. You think I never should have done what I did, and that I'm some kind of sicko for letting it happen in the first place. Maybe you're right, but you know what? I don't regret it for a second, and to be honest, I can't even tell you that I'd do anything differently if I had it to do over. Yes, I know everybody says it's wrong, but who gets to decide what fits into that category anyway? I can make that choice myself, thank you very much; and so should everybody else. I mean, as long as we weren't hurting anyone else, shouldn't Reggie and I be allowed to make up our own minds about what's right and wrong?" "Beth! Beth, listen just a second," Carol said, "We're not judging you, sweety, we're really not. We'd be the last people who would ever have any right to." That last bit got through to me. I had thought she was upset with me, but maybe I was wrong. "What do you mean by that?" I asked. "Well, it's true," said Jenny softly, "Let me tell you about what happened the last time Carol and I took the girls camping, then maybe you'll understand..." - X - X - X -