In the dark, stuffy tent, Rick lay on his cot and tried to ignore his maddening desire to play with himself. At sixteen, he was almost always horny, but somehow, he didn't understand why, it had been even worse ever since the family had set out on this dumb camping trip. Not that it would have done him much good to be at home in Chicago. Rick was a resentful virgin, trying relentlessly to seduce every girl he dated, with no success whatsoever. Sometimes he thought he'd die of frustration, and more than anything in his life he wanted to have his first woman. But if he couldn't score in Chicago, how in hell was he going to score out here in the wilderness, with only bears and chipmunks for company?
Rick tried to sleep, but it was no use. He wanted to jack off so bad he could hardly stand. Besides, it was hot and stuffy in the tent, and the family dog, Senator, an enormous shaggy Saint Bernard, insisted on sharing the narrow cot with him. Maybe it would be best to go take a swim in the river. It might refresh him, and the cool water just might take his mind off sex for a while.
Rick came out of the tent blinking and ineffectually smoothing back his long rumpled hair. Only his mother was there, reading Good Housekeeping and looking bored.
"I'm going for a swim, Mom," he said. "I'll be back by supper time."
"All right, dear," replied Betty. "Don't get chilled, and stay away from the strong currents."
Mothers! Always treating you like a little kid! Rick smiled bitterly to himself as he started down the trail. Poor old Mom would really be shocked if she knew what was on his mind right now! From furtive and frustrated necking sessions in parked cars, Rick was summoning up every meager memory he had of girls' bodies, tantalizing and all-too-brief glimpses of tits and snatches. He was wondering how it would feel, at last, to sink his swollen prick into those mysterious, wet, fleshy parts between a girl's legs.
"AW, shit," the boy muttered to himself. His quest seemed hopeless. What was wrong with the world? Why was it that boys wanted to do it so badly, while girls were always holding out? It seemed so cruel and unfair. He supposed he'd have to wait till he got married, and that could be years from now. Meanwhile, what was he going to do about these agonizing and persistent fits of lust?
Rick found a quiet pool beside the river and began to strip, discovering, to his chagrin, that his dick was so stiff he had trouble getting his jeans off over it. His balls were swollen up, too, ready to shoot. For a moment he was tempted to jack off then and there, ending his torture. Then he decided against it. That was kid stuff, it always made him feel foolish. He'd swim instead, hoping his erection would go away. But wouldn't it be great if he had a girl here with him, a hot-blooded young girl just begging him for it? Rick sighed loudly as he slipped into the cool river.
As soon as Rick left the campsite, Betty Smith began to cry. At last she was alone and free to display her emotions, a thing she didn't dare do otherwise for fear of upsetting the kids or angering Herb. It felt good to let the tears flow at last, and Betty indulged herself in a good long cry. Ultimately, though, it didn't solve the problem. She knew her marriage was over, and she felt her boredom and resentment against Herb growing every day. That was plain enough, and if she had had no other responsibilities, she would have asked for a divorce at once. But there were the children. She and Herb must stay together for the sake of the children.
Only, Betty found this a very hard prospect to face. Her body cried out for a new lover, a man who could satisfy her the way Herb used to do. She didn't want to live without sex, but if she stayed with Herb she was doomed to a thousand restless nights of sexual frustration, of furtive masturbating. It was too dismal to bear.
She had had a chance, of sorts, three weeks ago, a cocktail party given by their neighbors, the Camerons. Ted Cameron, their host, had led her outdoors on the pretext of showing her the garden, and the next thing Betty knew, he was kissing her and working his hands inside her dress to cup and fondle her big soft breasts. She would never forget the electric jolts of desire which had coursed through her body as Ted held her. He pressed his loins aggressively against her, and she felt the rigid line of his erect cock beneath his pants. Even without touching it, she knew it was long and thick, and she was dying to feel it inside her, giving her the swift, hard fuck she so desperately needed. Her pussy creamed hotly, agonizingly, and the crotch of her panties was instantly soaked. She wanted Ted, oh, God, how she wanted him!
Yet she had gently pushed him away.
"Please, Betty," he had said urgently, "it would be great! Nobody would have to know about it. I've wanted you for years, and I think you want me too."
"That's right, Ted," she replied wistfully, "I do want you. But that's not a decision I want to make impulsively. I've never been unfaithful to Herb, and if I am, I want to think about it very carefully first."
So Ted had reluctantly agreed to wait two months for her decision. That was the only reason she had given in to Herb's ridiculous idea of a camping trip, so she would have time to be alone and to think. But she wasn't getting much thinking done. The urgent and persistent demands of her body kept interfering, the maddening need to make love right now and not at some vague time in the future. If only Ted Cameron were here, she felt she'd give herself to him in an instant! But there was only Herb.
Perhaps being Ted's mistress was the solution. She could go on feigning a happy marriage to Herb for the children's sake, and whenever she got the chance, she could jump into bed with Ted. She didn't like the idea of deception, of adultery, but it was better than this endless desire which threatened to drive her crazy.
Like right now. The sun seemed to beat down right through her thin shorts, heating and arousing her pussy, and as she thought of Ted, her juices seeped out endlessly, wetting the canvas seat of her chair. She had read the same page in her magazine for the past hour, without absorbing a word of it. This was silly! She'd better take a walk, try to shake herself out of this yearning mood before supper time and the return of her family. With a prolonged wistful sigh, Betty got up and began walking down the trail. To her annoyance, her tight denim shorts rubbed her just where she least needed to be rubbed right now, in the aching, creaming folds of her labia. She imagined Ted touching her there, and her vagina contracted violently, soaking the crotch of her shorts. Oh, God, would this nagging horniness never end?
Betty rounded a turn in the trail and stopped short, gawking. A few yards away, her son Rick was wading, naked, in the shallow water of a small pool. She was overcome by the beauty of his young hard body. It occurred to her then how long it had been since she'd given Rick his bath, years now. Though not quite a man yet, at sixteen he was certainly not a child any longer. His shoulders were beginning to broaden, his arms and legs were sleek and trim with muscles, and around the root of his dangling white penis she could see the first wispy signs of pubic hair. My God, she thought dizzily, that kid's going to have tremendous dong on him! The last time she'd bathed the child Rick, his floppy little peter had been smaller than her little finger. Now it was a good four inches long and thicker than her thumb. His rosy balls had grown, too, approaching mature dimensions. As he kicked the water, creating great sheets of white spray, his young cock bounced loosely and slapped against his hard thighs. Something about it held Betty's attention rigidly. Perhaps it was the paleness, the purity, the nearly hairless perfection of that boyish prick. She didn't know. She only knew she couldn't take her eyes off it.
Suddenly Rick happened to turn and catch sight of her. "Oh, hi, Mom!" he called, waving lazily. "You oughta come in! The water really feels good."
Betty forced herself to stop staring at his penis. She wandered over to the bank of the river and smiled affectionately at her son. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, darling," she said. "Perhaps I will go back to the tent and get my bathing suit. It looks like fun."
Rick shrugged. "Who needs a suit? Jeez, Mom, there's nobody around for miles. I don't know what you're worried about. Why don't you just jump in?"
Betty felt hot, harassed, and sticky with her own juices. The water would feel wonderful on her bare skin. Rick was right, it was silly to be modest around her own family. She reached out, tousled the boy's silky hair, and began to undress. A quick dip, she decided, and her spirits would be restored.
Rick turned away, attempting to give a nonchalant impression, but in fact he was powerfully excited. It hadn't occurred to him till just now, but he'd never seen a completely naked woman before. When inviting Betty to swim, he'd just thought of her as his mother – but, of course, she was a woman, too. Was she ever! Many times over the past year or so, he'd noticed what a swell figure his mother had, how sexy she looked in comparison to a lot of other women her age. His friends' mothers, for instance, seemed to spend their lives in hair rollers, cold cream, and bathrobes. Not Betty. He was proud of her, and he got a kick out of the way his friends would blush and stare helplessly at her big beautiful tits when they met his Mom for the first time. Sometimes he even caught himself envying his Dad.
"Ooooo, it's cold!" Betty squealed behind him. He heard her approaching, and he blushed deeply, praying she wouldn't notice his excitement. He forced himself to turn around slowly, to give her a casual smile.
Man, oh, man!
She was even more beautiful than he'd dreamed. Her flesh was peach-colored and smooth, inviting to the touch, and her tall body was perfectly curved. She wasn't any skinny fashion model type, and he was glad. Her small firm waist only accentuated the wide, mature swell of her hips and breasts, giving a dizzying impression of femininity. He gazed briefly at the little copper-colored triangle of mons fur, but his admiration was chiefly reserved for her breasts, the biggest, loveliest pair of boobs he'd ever seen. He remembered vividly how as a little boy he'd loved to snuggle against her, pressing his face to those great cushiony tits. Even now, one of her breasts was almost as big as his head. The pink nipples stood bumpy and erect from contact with the air, seeming to stare at him like two flirtatious eyes. He felt a crazy urge to run his hands all over those big wiggling melons.
Rick was so absorbed in staring at his mother's tits that he didn't notice her equally intent glance at his genitals. Up close, Betty found his half-grown cock and balls even more enticing. She hadn't allowed him to be circumcised as an infant, believing that she had no right to rob him of what might be an essential part, and now she was doubly glad of her decision. His floppy white penis ended in an adorable little wrinkle of pointed flesh which mischievously hid the glans inside. She found herself aching to work the foreskin back, to play with that jaunty, dangling little finger of flesh… Christ, she must really be hard up if she started getting ideas like that about her own son!
"Race you to the other side!" she said quickly.
"You're on!" agree Rick.
Mother and son dived into the water and streaked across the river. Halfway across, Betty realized that it had been a bad idea. She had sought to end an awkward moment, to distract herself from Rick's naked body, and she had given no thought to the hazards of the swift river. In the middle it was very deep, and the current was too strong for even an expert swimmer. She felt herself being tugged downstream, toward sharp rocks and waterfalls, but her only thought was for the boy.
"Rick!" she shouted.
He, too was aware of the danger and was trying desperately to reach her. "Mom!" he cried: "That branch, can you reach it?"
Betty twisted her head and saw a long low tree branch extending out over the river, perhaps five yards away. Signalling Rick to follow her, she struggled in that direction. The current fought her savagely, and for a while she thought she wouldn't reach the branch. Then, in a final desperate lunge, she managed to grab the very end of it, then to haul herself further toward the shore. She saw Rick cascading past her, and she stretched out her arm and succeeded in catching his hand. Gasping, they used the branch to haul themselves into shallow, still water.
"Oh, darling!" Betty cried. "I'm so sorry! That was a stupid idea!"
"It way my idea, too," Rick panted, giving her a sheepish grin. "I should have thought it out. Christ, we almost got killed!"
As he put his fear into words, he and Betty impulsively grabbed each other and hugged each other tightly. Then they made their way to shore, arms around each other's waist, acutely aware of how much they loved each other and how close they had come to disaster.
"Whew!" Rick said, flopping down into the warm, thick grass. "Let's get our breath back!"