Rick and Cindy slept soundly that night, exhausted after their day's fun, but their parents weren't so fortunate. Feigning sleep, Herb and Betty tossed and turned in maddening frustration and longing. Betty's long hike to the lodge had not succeeded in taking her mind off her essential problem, a sexless marriage, nor had Herb's day-long fishing trip improved things for him.
Around midnight, Betty couldn't stand it any longer, and she decided to go for a walk, hoping to distract herself and perhaps to get over her insomnia. She got quietly out of her cot, slipped into her sandals, and, putting a sweater over her nightgown, left the tent. Herb noticed her, but thought little about it, turning on his back and trying to sleep. The family dog, Senator, also watched Betty leaving, but the big Saint Bernard's reaction was far from indifferent. Anxious about his mistress, he padded over to Herb's cot and put one enormous forepaw on Herb's shoulder.
"No, Senator, go away!" Herb said. "It's all right. Go back to sleep."
But Senator wouldn't give up. When Herb didn't respond, the big dog trotted, over to Rick's cot and seized the boy's pajama sleeve in his teeth, tugging insistently.
"Huh?" muttered Rick. "What is it, boy?"
Senator gave a low whine of distress. Yawning, Rick crawled out of bed and followed the dog out of the tent to see what the trouble was, if any. Then Rick saw his mother disappearing down the trail in the moonlight, her nightgown flapping gently in the slight warm wind. Instantly all Rick's longing for her was wakened.
"Good boy," he said, patting the dog's head. "It's all right, I'll go with her."
Dismissing the dog, Rick started quickly and quietly after Betty. But Senator wasn't satisfied. He didn't like the idea of his people being out at this dangerous wilderness. Alert and anxious, he went after them.
Rick couldn't understand why, after a whole day of screwing Cindy, he should feel so horny right now. But the fact was, the moment he'd looked at his mother going off down the trail, he wanted her desperately. Cindy was okay, she was lots of fun to be with, but she was easy; no challenge to him at all. Rick wanted the heady, ego-building triumph of seducing a grown, experienced woman. Only then would he feel perfectly confident about his newly acquired talents in lovemaking. And of course, Betty was very special to him. She was beautiful, he loved her more than anyone else on earth, and she was the one woman whom society really denied to him, on account of Dad. She was Dad's woman, Rick wasn't allowed to touch. Well, to hell with all that, he thought boldly. I want her, and I intend to have her! If the old man can't hold her, that's his problem.
Meanwhile, several yards ahead of him and unaware of his pursuit, Betty was trying to come to a decision about her life. Her conscience would not permit her to divorce Herb, it would be too awful for the children if the family were to break up. On the other hand, she had her own rights and needs. She couldn't sacrifice all her happiness for the children. The only answer seemed to be a quiet affair with her neighbor, Ted Cameron, while she went on pretending to be happily married. She hated that solution, it was hypocritical, sneaky, and somehow dirty. But what else could she do? She couldn't go the rest of her life without sex. And since Herb seemed unwilling to make any efforts in that department, she would simply have to find someone else.
Very well, her decision was made. As soon as they returned to Chicago, she would tell Ted that she wanted to have an affair with him. No doubt he'd be overjoyed, he'd been lusting after her for years. And she had to admit, she was really looking forward to it. But this decision didn't solve her immediate problem. Right now, right here, she was burning up with lust, and she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep until she got some relief.
Betty blushed deeply. Now she realized why she'd come on this walk. Her unconscious impulse was to get out of the tent and be alone somewhere, where she could masturbate without the risk of being discovered. Certainly there was no way she could have done it in the tent, with her family all around her. Well, she concluded miserably, it's better than nothing.
She decided just to do it and get it over with. No sense in agonizing about what couldn't be avoided. And she certainly couldn't avoid taking care of the aching need in her pussy, not if she wanted to sleep tonight. Betty spotted a side trail into the woods and followed it. Soon she came to a small clearing with a mossy floor. It was as good a place as any.
Sighing, she sank down on the springy moss and raised her nightgown up to her waist. Her trembling hand sought the moist bud of her clit, and when she touched it, she gasped loudly. Oh, God, how she needed this! Even more, how she needed a man! But with no man available, her finger would have to do. Betty began rubbing her swollen moist clit, moaning softly as the first stabs of pleasure shot through her body.
When Betty left the main trail, Rick almost lost her. He had rounded a turn, and his mother was nowhere to be seen. He stood there in the dim moonlight, cursing under his breath at this seemingly ruined opportunity, when he suddenly noticed the little side trail. He hurried to it, and in the distance he saw the white flash of her nightgown just disappearing into some bushes.
Rick was barefoot and able to move without a sound. He saw the opening to the little clearing where Betty had turned off. Creeping up behind a tree, he peered into the clearing, and got a shock. His mother had sunk to the ground and pulled her nightgown right up to her waist, revealing her white belly and the triangular coppery patch of her mons fur. She was rubbing her clit furiously, moaning.
After a moment, he began to figure it out. Obviously, she was so horny, she couldn't wait. And, of course, she and Dad couldn't make out in the tent, not with the children sleeping right next to them. But why hadn't she awakened Dad and brought him here with her? Wouldn't that be better than just frigging herself? Well, perhaps she'd decided he needed his sleep. Dad had looked pretty bushed when he got back from fishing. Perhaps she just didn't want to disturb him.
On the other hand, Rick had been noticing for some time now that his parents didn't exactly seem turned on by each other. There had been a time, when he and Cindy were very small, when their parents kissed and hugged a lot and would sometimes go into their bedroom in the middle of the day and lock the door. He and Cindy used to crawl up to the door and listen to the creaking bedsprings, their father's harsh panting, and their mother's low cries. Now as a teenager, he understood that they had been making love. But they didn't do that any more. They snapped at each other a lot, or maintained hostile silence, and they never touched each other. It had been years since he'd heard the bedsprings creaking or any of those other sounds coming from their room.
So maybe that was it, his parents just weren't making it any more. Rick felt sad, even a little alarmed – it would be awful if they were to get a divorce. But his immediate concerns right now were Betty and his own insistent lust. And if his Dad wasn't satisfying her, all the better for Rick. He was sorry they were having problems, but right now he intended to take full advantage of the situation.
The sight of his voluptuous mother furiously frigging herself excited the boy powerfully. He quickly stripped off his pajamas and stepped naked into the clearing, his young cock standing stiff and white in the moonlight. Betty at first could only make out the vague shape of his body, and she gasped and froze. Oh, my God, had the intruder realized what she was doing? She felt hot shame and humiliation to be caught like this, helplessly masturbating. And who was the intruder? Was she in danger?
"Don't panic, Mom," said Rick's familiar voice, "it's only me."
Betty relaxed for a moment, then the shame washed over her again. It was only Rick, but he had seen her just the same. Blushing deeply, she snatched her hand away from her clit and pulled her nightgown into place.
"Rick, what are you doing here?" she asked nervously.
"Senator woke me up. I guess he got worried when you left."
"Oh," replied Betty lamely, "well, it's nothing, I just couldn't sleep, so I decided to take a walk." Some walk, she thought miserably. How could Rick possibly believe this feeble story, when he'd caught her lying there with her nightgown pulled up, her finger working frantically on her clit?
Now he walked over to her, and she saw that he was naked, his adorable young cock stiff as a poker and swaying lazily as he moved. He sat down beside her on the soft moss and abruptly pulled her nightgown up again.
"Let's be straight with each other, Mom," he said. "I saw what you were doing."
"Oh, God!" muttered Betty, hiding her face with her hands. "Please, Rick, I'm only human. Let me have my faults. Let's not talk about it."
"I wasn't criticizing you," Rick said hastily. "You don't understand. I don't see anything wrong with bringing yourself off. That's not the point." Gently but firmly he laid his hand on the springy fur of her mons. "The point is, if you were horny, why didn't you tell me? You know I'd love to take care of you…"
"RICK!" Betty gasped, rolling away from him and springing to her feet. "Have you forgotten what I said this morning? We can't do that, it's all wrong!"
Rick bounded after her. "Aw, cut the crap, Mom! Why shouldn't we have some fun together? It's stupid not to. I need somebody really bad, and there's no one but you. And obviously Dad isn't taking care of you."
Betty hung her head. So Rick had noticed the strained state of their marriage! She had prayed the children wouldn't see how bad things were, but her efforts had failed. "Rick," she said gently, "it's true that your father and I aren't getting along too well at the moment, but it will pass. And in the meantime, it would only make things worse if I got involved with you."
"Bullshit," said Rick, coming over and putting his arms around her. "He doesn't have to know a thing about it, and it'll make you feel better, a lot better!"
Betty moaned as Rick tightened his embrace and reached under her nightgown to rub her famished dripping pussy. She needed to be fucked more than she ever had in her whole life, and it was killing her to resist this handsome young boy who was so obviously willing to satisfy her. His finger found her sensitive twitching slit, rubbed it suggestively, and Betty moaned: "Please, Rick, don't! I could never forgive myself."
Matters of conscience didn't concern Rick right now. When it came to his own pleasure, he had no conscience. But he realized he would have to play the game if he wanted to succeed with his mother. He would have to find some argument to overcome her strong scruples.
"Aw, don't worry, Mom," he said soothingly, "nobody would ever have to know about it. And if they didn't know, there'd be nothing to be ashamed of." He kept frigging her clit insistently as he spoke, and he felt her hot cream pooling in his hand. She panted, sighed, she was very close to yielding. Just a little more persuasion. "I need you, Mom," he whispered. "It's just about killing me! Please, please help me out! If you don't believe me, feel THIS!"
He took her hand and placed it on his rigid erect cock. Betty gasped but did not draw away. She seemed fascinated with his penis, rubbing and petting it as if hypnotized. Rick said nothing more, only went on massaging her slick little clit, and for a while mother and son simply stood there petting each other, helpless to stop. Betty was in an agony of frustration as she felt his wonderful rigidity, the swollen length of his young eager cock. More than anything in the world, she wanted it inside her, fucking her swift and hard as she so desperately needed. Her interrupted masturbation had only served to make her hornier than ever. She felt dizzy and weak. Like Rick said, if nobody found out about it, what harm was in it? It seemed silly to torture each other this way. But, no! Whether secret or not, it was still incest, he was still her own son! She must put temptation out of the way right now, she must satisfy him so he would leave her alone.
Betty abruptly sank to her knees and gulped his stiff prick into her hot mouth.
"Hey!" Rick yelped.
He was completely taken by surprise. This hadn't been his intention at all. He had envisioned breaking through her resistance, getting a quick lay. But as Betty sucked him greedily and loudly, he couldn't help enjoying it. It was just what his achingly stiff cock needed. He sighed and reached down to unbutton her nightgown, and soon his hands were playing feverishly with her big warm tits. Jesus, they were enormous compared to Cindy's! And that hot sucking mouth all around his stiff meat felt so good, so damned good.
Betty congratulated herself. She seemed to have distracted Rick from consummating his incestuous urges, and from the way he was whining and panting, she had no doubt she could bring him off in a few more seconds. Then, his passion gone, it would be much easier to reason with him. But it wasn't taking care of her needs! Her whole body throbbed with sexual frustration, and Rick made it worse by playing deliciously with her breasts. As she squatted before him, sucking his stiff little dick, she felt her cunt juices boiling out to plop onto the mossy forest floor, and she thought miserably of how there would be no relief for her tonight except the inadequate action of her own fingers.
Rick felt her hot slick throat opening, taking him down, down inside her. It was great, he wanted to shoot in the worst way. But then he realized that was just what she was trying to do. Of course! She wanted him to cum in her mouth, so she wouldn't have to fuck him! She was trying to avoid the real thing, the thing he had come here to get from her. It was a cheap trick, and it made him angry.
Roughly he pulled his cock from her mouth, gave her a shove, and Betty landed on her back with a startled exclamation. She saw Rick standing over her, his fists balled, his face contorted with anger. What in the world?
"Nice try, Mom," he hissed, "but it won't work! I came here to fuck you, and, by God, I'm gonna do it!"
"RICK!" she shouted in a shocked, strangled voice. She tried to get to her feet, but he threw himself onto her, knocking the breath from her lungs. Before she could recover herself, he had ripped her nightgown open from neck to hem, baring her body. He clapped his hands onto her huge wobbling tits and squeezed them roughly, commandingly. With his sharp knees he cruelly forced her thighs wide apart and slipped between them. She felt his brutally hard little penis poking painfully into the tender tissues of her vulva.
"Don't give me any more shit," he cried savagely, "don't try to put me off again! I'm sick of your phony morality! I know what I want, and I'm gonna take it!"
"Rick, for God's sake!" Betty sobbed. She didn't seem to recognize this angry young boy as her own son. He was completely animalistic, without morals, bent solely upon his own gratification. "Please, Rick, don't do this!" she begged. "My reasons aren't phony! We'll both regret it…"
"Wrong!" snarled Rick. "You might regret it, because your mind's so screwed up, but I won't regret it! So don't tell me what to think!"
Betty was appalled. Her son seemed to have turned into a monster. There was no reasoning with him, and all she could do for now was fight him off.