Betty lay down beside him, and he put his head on her shoulder, as he used to do when he was a small boy and frightened about something. She caressed his hair, and the boy nuzzled happily against her, secure in her warmth and attention. With the hot sun beating down on them and the delicious smell of the grass, mother and son felt a dream-like suspension of time and reality. There were only the two of them in the whole world at that moment, and they didn't need anybody else. Rick snuggled still closer to his mother, and his wet hand accidentally touched one of her big swelling tits.
Betty felt electrified. Her breasts were extremely sensitive, and she was easily aroused when they were touched. Rick's cool hand felt great on her tender flesh, and although she knew she should shrug it away, she couldn't bring herself to move. Perhaps it was best, anyway, not to make a big deal of it. One thing she and Herb still agreed about was that the children should never be taught any inhibitions about sex or about the human body. With a little sigh, Betty let her son's hand remain where it was, barely cupping the lower swell of her left breast.
When his mother said and did nothing to discourage him, Rick smiled gleefully to himself. Maybe she hadn't noticed. It had been quite accidental, touching her there, but now that he'd done it, he was thinking excitedly about further explorations. He moved his hand upward just a little, very gently so as not to alarm her. Now his palm covered the lower quarter of that huge tit, and he marveled at the softness, the tenderness of her flesh. Slowly he moved upward till felt the bumpy flesh of her nipple against his hand. He placed a curious finger on it, circling it and feeling it stiffen. His mother gave a low sigh.
Unable restrain himself, Rick suddenly sat up and put both hands boldly on her breasts, fondling and squeezing them feverishly, getting delicious fistfuls of quivering cushiony flesh. He noticed a very strange expression coming over her face. At first she gawked at him, wide-eyed, but as he continued his swift tit-fondling, her eyes seemed to roll and then they closed. Her head sank back heavily in the grass, and her mouth opened to emit another sigh. He couldn't be sure, but it looked like she was grinning!
Really excited now, the boy squeezed her big soft jugs even more firmly and commandingly. He thought of his teenage girlfriends and all the brief, frantic groping in parked cars. He'd removed a few bras and fondled a few tits in his time, but never a magnificent pair of jugs like these. His mother made all those timid little girls seem flat-chested and unexciting. And to add to his joy, she seemed to like what he was doing to her.
Betty was ashamed of herself but, in fact, she was loving every second of this bizarre scene, and just couldn't bring herself to tell Rick to stop. Her whole body buzzed with excitement, and his feverish pawing of her breasts caused shocks of pleasure to shoot from her nipples right to her violently creaming cunt. She felt her juices steaming out to wet the grass, and for a brief, dizzy moment, she thought how easy it would be right now to lift Rick onto her body and let him sink his stiff little rod into her starved, aching vagina. She moaned hungrily as she imagined how wonderful it would feel and how terribly she wanted it. But it was insane. Rick was her son!
And if it was wrong for her son to ball her, what the hell did she think she was doing now, letting him play with her tits? Reluctantly, Betty shook herself into a sense of reality. Smiling gently, she reached out and took his hands, removing them from her quivering breasts.
"That's enough, dear," she said. "We ought to be getting back to camp."
Intense disappointment clouded his handsome young face. Just when he was getting somewhere! Damnit, he'd been certain she was enjoying it, so why did she suddenly back off? He would never understand grownups and the silly way they had of spoiling their own fun.
"Aw, not yet, please!" he whined. "It's a long time till supper, let's stay here a while."
Betty eyed him closely, wondering exactly what was on his mind. When he had fondled her breasts, was it just a game, just mischief, or had he actually been aroused? She decided that the gesture had been innocent. Rick was sixteen, plenty old enough to feel sexual impulses, but not for his own mother! That was unthinkable.
"All right, dear," she said, "we'll stay just a little while longer."
Rick grinned and snuggled happily into her arms again. When he didn't resume his play with her tits, Betty relaxed. She began to caress him affectionately, maternally, enjoying the feel of his smooth sleek young body. Rick sighed and went limp and submissive, enjoying her gentle touch. The sun continued to beat down, and Betty felt almost hypnotised with physical comfort, hardly knowing when her hands wandered.
Then, quite suddenly, she realized that she was fondling her son's penis.
It had happened quite innocently, without her aware of it until her fingers curled around the limp soft shaft. Certainly Rick had betrayed no unusual reactions, only giving a particularly happy sigh as she touched him there. Now the rubbery little prick snuggled warm and soft in the palm of her hand, virginal and innocent. She couldn't resist giving it an affectionate little squeeze. Rick sighed again.
She knew she should stop right there. This was forbidden territory, she had no business touching him there. Yet, as if possessed by some overpowering dark instinct, Betty found herself pumping his hot little peter, then trailing her tickling fingers down over the limp warm sacs of his balls, into the smooth bare space between his legs, and over the bumpy surface of his anal opening. Everything about him was so clean and smooth and inviting. Impulsively, she withdrew her hand for a moment, lubricated the tip of her little finger with her own abundant pussy juices, and then teasingly inserted the finger a little way into his tight anus, pumping gently.
"Ahhhh!" sighed Rick.
She felt his sphincter muscle relaxing, inviting further penetration, and she inched her finger farther into his clinging hot asshole.
"Oh, wow!" Rick squealed. "I really dig that! Keep doing it!"
Betty blushed hotly. She knew it was an incredibly wicked thing to do, but she just couldn't resist giving him pleasure. She worked her finger into his rectum as far as she could, impaling him stiffly and snugly, then began to pump and probe. Rick wriggled happily in her arms. With her free hand she rubbed and tickled his floppy little cock and balls, heightening his pleasure.
"Awww, yeah!" the boy moaned. "Great! Play with my cock, Mom, pump it!"
Dizzily, Betty obeyed, curling her fingers around the flaccid little shaft and pumping it firmly. Rick whinnied and bucked, hugely enjoying the double play with his anus and cock. Then suddenly Betty stopped, freezing in alarm. To her horror, Rick's immature penis was going ramrod stiff in her hand.
You fool, she told herself angrily, you should have known that would happen! Of all the disgusting things to do, playing with her son's prick till she gave him a hard-on!
With a loud pop she pulled her finger out of his asshole, and she dropped his stiffened prick as if it had burned her hand. "Rick," she said shakily, "I really think we'd better get back to camp now."
No way, Rick thought furiously. She had brought him nearly to the point of cumming, and he'd die if he didn't shoot now. Why did she torture him like this? It wasn't like his mother to deny him anything. He would demand now that she finish the job!
But how to put it into words? Mutely, giving her a look at once defiant and pleading, he seized her hand and placed it on the hard shaft of his young penis, rubbing her palm back and forth over the rigid organ. She'd have to be pretty dense not to understand what he wanted.
Betty met her son's gaze and blushed deeply. She understood well enough. She understood not only that be needed relief, but that it was all her fault. She had made him unbearably horny, and it would be too cruel to abandon him now. She must finish what she had started.
Nodding to him, she looked down at his rigid white prick, thinking to pump him quickly into orgasm. But that would be ignoring her own needs, which were just as urgent as his. Fucking him was out of the question, but there was something else she wanted to do, something which could bring her just as much pleasure. Again she blushed. She hadn't realised until this moment just how badly she wanted to get her mouth on that adorable little cock.
In the good days of their marriage, Betty had always loved sucking Herb's cock. It was an endless source of excitement to her, and he was more than pleased when she wanted to go on doing it for hours at a tune. But their relationship had soured, and it had been years now since she'd had a really good cocksucking session. She eyed her son's pale stiff prick, and she couldn't resist. What harm would it do? Technically, he'd still be a virgin, nobody could really call it incest if she only gave him a blowjob.
Saliva pooled hotly in her mouth, and with a wild lusty moan, Betty went down on him, straddling his slim body and jamming her hot mouth onto his stiff little dick. She kissed it, licked it, nibbled it, swiftly working the wrinkled foreskin back with her lips. She was delighted to find his glans a bright cherry-red, so much prettier than the menacing purple of the adult. At the tip was a tiny dark hole, oozing a pearly little droplet of cream. Betty eagerly lapped up the droplet, savoring its light salty flavor on her tongue before swallowing it. She couldn't wait any longer, she just had to get a mouthful, a real taste. With a hungry growl she took his stiff young cock into her mouth and began sucking it loudly and greedily.
Rick sighed blissfully. He couldn't believe his luck. He would have been satisfied just to have her jerk him off, and he hadn't expected this wonderful treat. He'd heard of blowjobs before, from older boys, but had never experienced one. Once he asked a girl to suck him, and she slapped his face instead. Now he was finding out how really great it was to have his cock sucked. It was hot in his mother's mouth, and the tender tissues of her palate, cheeks, and tongue enveloped him slickly, deliciously. As she sucked him, Betty began to drool uncontrollably, adding a steaming bath of saliva to all the other delightful sensations he felt. He began to pump his hips instinctively, feeding her his stiff tool, and she responded by sucking him all the harder and faster.
As if this weren't happiness enough, Rick was also getting his first prolonged view of female anatomy. Betty was on her knees, straddling him, with her wide white ass practically in his face. Rick had an incredible close view of her pussy, all its moist scarlet folds and tissues. He found it fascinating but confusing. What were all these things for, and why were they so different from his own equipment? He recognized the anus easily enough, but the rest was incomprehensible to him. Just where her reddish mons patch thinned to a delicate fringe between her thighs, he saw a tiny fat bud of red flesh which quivered and creamed before his wondering eyes. He touched it, rubbing his finger over the tender surface.
"Ummmmmm!" moaned Betty.
Since she seemed to like it, he went on rubbing the funny little button of flesh, and as he did so, he was astonished to see a thick stream of juice pour from a hole in the very center. Belatedly he realized that this tiny opening must be her cunt. Eagerly he began to explore it, poking his finger inside and marveling at the clinging, wet, hot walls. Jesus, wouldn't it feel great to stick his cock in there? Lucky Dad, he got to do it all the time! Rick worked his finger even farther into the steaming sticky hole, and he felt her cunt tightening around him, streaming with hot juice. The deeper he poked, the more she seemed to enjoy it, so he worked his finger in as far as he could.
Betty's brain spun with pleasure as Rick moved his stiff finger in her cunt. If only it were bigger, only it were a real cock! Never in her life had she wanted sex so badly. In her feverish arousal she sucked in her cheeks sharply and sucked Rick's rigid little dick for all she was worth. She loved its stiff weight on her tongue, loved the salty cream that dribbled steadily from his glans. Under her chin she felt his little testicles plumping up tightly, and she shivered excitedly as she realized that he was about to shoot his load. Again her saliva flowed hotly and uncontrollably around his jerking rod.
"AAAggghhhhh!!" Rick suddenly yelped.
He began slamming his belly against her face, howling shrilly as she brought him to climax with her delicious unrelenting sucking. Betty felt the first hot sting of cum in her mouth, and she opened her throat, not wanting to lose a drop. As his young cock jerked and squirted frantically in her mouth, she swallowed greedily, again and again, sucking him dry.
Rick had jacked off plenty of times in his young life, but never had he felt a pleasure even remotely comparable to this. Getting sucked off, he discovered, was a thousand times better than masturbating. He gave himself up to it, howling and, writhing and blissfully spraying his mother's mouth full of his hot seed. Then as his limp organ slipped at last from her lips, he fell back limp and half-faint in the grass, still wriggling and squealing with pleasure.
Betty reluctantly climbed off him. She wished that he had gone on poking his finger in her cunt till she came, but that was too much to expect. He was just a boy, he didn't understand a woman's needs. Sighing, she lay down in the grass and closed her eyes, trying to calm herself and to still the horny trembling of her body. When Rick left, she would masturbate – she'd have to! – but for the time being she felt she'd revealed far too much of her animal nature to her innocent young son.
Rick, having recovered his breath, propped himself on one elbow and looked fondly at his mother as she lay beside him. Never had she seemed more beautiful to him than now. Her body was flushed a faint rosy color, and her already huge breasts seemed to be swollen up even larger than ever, the nipples hard and pointed. Impulsively he leaned over her and licked one of the pink bumpy nipples, then tugged at it with his lips. Betty gave a little sob of pleasure. It was then that Rick understood; he had been satisfied, but she hadn't. He felt disgusted at his own selfishness. He'd forgotten all about his mother's needs.
Tenderly he sucked the pretty pink nipple into his mouth, imitating the same sweet motions she'd made when she sucked his cock. He reached down and snaked his fingers through the soft curls of her mons, finding again her fleshy hidden parts. After a moment's fumbling he located her cunt and inserted a finger, pushing it stiffly into her squishy hot tunnel. The effect was almost magical. Betty moaned loudly and arched her body up to meet his probing hand, her cunt juicing hotly and abundantly.
"Oh, yes, Rick, darling!" she murmured hoarsely. "That feels so good! Use two fingers, and keep doing it till I cum!"
It didn't take long. She was so horny by then, she had only to jerk her famished pussy a few times around his impaling fingers, and then she was writhing and shrieking in ecstatic climax. When she opened her eyes again, Rick was leaning over her, grinning proudly. Betty blushed, deeply ashamed of herself. She rolled away from him and got quickly to her feet.
"We've really got to get back now, Rick," she said. "Daddy and Cindy will be worried."
But in fact, as Betty and Rick returned to camp, Herb and Cindy were just approaching from the opposite direction, flushed and smiling and slightly dishevelled, as if they'd had a long and pleasant hike. Betty avoided her husband's eyes. Oh, God, what if Herb found out what she'd been doing? She could never live down the shame of it! But she felt so good, so fulfilled, that soon she was humming and smiling to herself as she began to prepare supper. It had been years since she'd experienced such a satisfying climax.
That evening every member of the Smith family seemed relaxed and in excellent humor. They sat quietly around the campfire, each one lost in his own happy daydreams. Herb was thinking how great it had felt when Cindy had innocently sucked him off. Betty was remembering the marvelous orgasm she'd had when Rick innocently probed her with his fingers. Cindy could hardly keep from wriggling with excitement as she thought of how close she'd come to actually fucking; she was dying to know what it was like, and tomorrow she'd pester Daddy until he promised to show her. Rick was getting horny again as he imagined how it would be to lie on his mother's cushiony body and sink his prick into that deliciously hot slick tunnel of hers. He knew how to get her aroused now, and maybe if he was very careful and very clever and very lucky… Well, he'd give it a try tomorrow.
"You know something?" Herb said. "This camping trip wasn't such bad idea after all."
His wife and son and daughter all smiled to themselves.