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Camping With Our Son (Mm, MFm, Fm, inc, cons)

Written by silentkiller

I will never forget the weekend when we took our son camping for the first time. At first we didn't even want to take him along, but as it turned out it was a lovely experience for us all.
My husband John and I had been wanting to go camping for quite a long time. Our first sexual experiences together had been on camping trips, so that kind of vacation had always held special meaning for us. After our son Trey was born, we managed to go on a few trips but as Trey got older we were unable to take him with us. Then my husband got a new job which required a lot of travel, and we didn't go camping for years.
Finally my husband got enough seniority within his company to request vacation time in the summer, which was peak time for his industry. Trey was 12 at the time, so we felt bad about leaving him with a babysitter, but we really had no choice as we were planning to fuck like bunnies on this camping trip.
We finally obtained a babysitter, a young college student, but a few days before we were finally supposed to leave, she backed out because of some emergency, or so she claimed. We were despondent. We couldn't reschedule because of my husband's tight schedule at work, so we had no choice but to take Trey with us.
We were able to change our plans to accommodate Trey. Originally we had planned to camp in a swinger's outdoor retreat, where we knew our sexual antics would not bother anybody, but children were not allowed at that camp. So we made reservations at a nudist camp that we had infrequently attended for years instead.
Trey didn't mind the idea of attending a nudist camp because he had been to many of them before, and had been raised in an environment where nudity was acceptable. Yes, he had seen both of his parents nude many times, and we of course have seen his little penis and cute buttocks frequently. It really was not a big deal in our household. We did try to keep sex behind closed doors, though we also made an effort to be honest with Trey about sex and sexuality.
Once in the campground, we managed to find a secluded area to set up our tent and stove. We undressed and enjoyed a few moments of horseplay – Trey wrestling John and both of them trying to tickle me. I was able to enjoy a new look at Trey's hairless, lithe young body. Then we set to the task of setting up camp, which wasn't too hard. John kept whispering sweet nothings into my ear, reminding me that we were going to try and sneak off for a quick, hot fuck at some point. Trey seemed oblivious to our plans.
We suggested to Trey that he go down to the pool or the creek and see if there were any kids his age to play with. That didn't go over well with him, since he was getting to be that age where it just wasn't "cool" to go hang out with total strangers. John told Trey that the park had built a skateboarding ramp last year, but that didn't interest Trey either. A while later I hit on the solution: I told Trey that I had seen plenty of cute girls at the pool. He pretended to ignore my suggestion, but within half an hour he was looking for his towel. I smiled at John as we watched our son head down the path to the main compound of the camp where the pool was located.
John and I immediately dove into the tent and started making love. We kissed passionately, grinding our bodies together, rubbing each other all over. My toes were curling with excitement. I could feel John's erection pressing against my thigh. I pushed him over onto his back and licked my way down his chest and stomach to his crotch, then I took his lovely tool into my mouth. I really enjoy sucking my husband's penis; there is something so wonderful about having that warm, stiff-but-soft, fleshy thing filling your mouth, pressing against your tongue, rubbing against your lips. I just love it. While I am not too crazy about the taste of sperm, if my husband has eaten sweets recently then I find the taste tolerable. If he has had anything acidic or strong (like too much beer), then I really do not enjoy the taste of his sperm, but I swallow it anyway to please him.
After a few minutes of my careful attention to his penis, my husband suggested that we go outside to finish our lovemaking. This was risky, since this particular nudist camp frowned on public sexual activity, but it was possible because of the out-of-the-way location of our campsite. Holding hands, we walked about twenty yards into the dense woods, found a nice large patch of leaves, moss and dirt, then proceeded to finish. I knelt in front of my husband and sucked him back to erection, then turned around and presented myself on hands and knees for his cock. John was quick to oblige, thrusting himself into my very wet cunt and giving me quite a lovely fucking. We both restrained ourselves from crying out because we were afraid that we might be overheard, but we grunted and moaned as much as we could, giving vent to our passion. I changed my position a bit and my husband leaned over me, planting his hands beside my shoulders. In this position, whenever he thrust his cock into me fully, I could feel the tip of it push against my cervix. This makes some women uncomfortable, but it sends chills up my spine as long as he doesn't pound the cervix a lot and just occasionally brushes up against it with his glans.
In this manner, it did not take long for my husband to climax. As usual, he pulled out of my cunt and waited for me to turn over. I rolled onto my back and spread my legs. He leaned over me and, fiercely squeezing and tugging at his lovely penis, ejaculated all over me. It was a tremendous orgasm, much more copious than anything we had experienced lately, and most likely due to our romantic surroundings. I giggled as I felt the warm spurts land on my breasts and belly. John surprised me by immediately going down on me, something he had not done in a while. Again, it didn't take long before I experienced a very powerful orgasm. Unfortunately, as I arched my back and bit my lip while cumming, I felt a wrenching pain shoot through my back. This ruined the last waves of the orgasm and almost brought tears to my eyes. We figured that I had pulled a muscle in my back. My John helped me up and slowly guided me as I limped back to camp.
Trey was at the campsite, sitting in the dirt and reading a book. His hair was wet and his body glistened -- he must have just come back from the pool. "What's wrong, Mom?" he asked as he saw us slowly approaching.
"I pulled a muscle, baby. How was the pool?"
"OK, I guess."
Trey watched as my husband guided me to the picnic table so I could sit down. John went to our supplies to look for the ice bag. I looked over at my son, who was still staring at me, and realized that my torso was still glistening with my husband's semen, while my crotch and thighs were shining with my own fluids. I smiled at him and looked away, a little embarrassed. Even so, I still felt his inquisitive, searching gaze travel over my body.
John came back with the ice pack. "Trey, help me get your mother inside the tent," he instructed. Trey put his book down and stood up.
"What should I do?"
"Open the tent flaps."
Trey unzipped the tent while my husband helped me up.
"Now hold them open while I help her in there."
I don't know what caused me to think of this, but when I looked at my nude 12-year-old son holding the tent flaps open, it made me think of a man holding open a woman's labia and I started giggling. Both my husband and my son gave me odd looks.
"Sounds like you're doing OK," John joked.
"No, just had a funny thought."
At that point I tripped over the lip of the tent and stumbled. New pain shot through my lower back and I squealed a bit. Both John and Trey grabbed me to help me get inside the tent.
When I was finally inside and laying on my back on top of the ice pack, I looked up past my husband to see my son wiping his hands on the ground. I glanced down at the smeared cum on my torso and realized that my son had put his hands all over my cum-soaked breasts and belly while helping me into the tent. I giggled again and closed my eyes.
"You going to be OK?" my husband asked.
"Yes, fine. I'll sleep," I assured him.
He stroked my hair and kissed me for a few moments, then left me alone to sleep in the tent.
When I woke up a few hours later, dusk was approaching. The only sounds outside of the tent were the noises of the birds and insects. Without trying to move too much, I raised my head and looked outside of the tent.
My son was sitting directly outside, staring at my nude body. As soon as I looked at him he pretended to go back to his book, but it was clear that he had been staring at me. I smiled to myself. This was normal, I supposed, for a boy to be interested in the nude body of a grown woman. I asked him where his father was and he said "Going to the bathroom."
Within a few minutes John appeared, clutching a roll of toilet paper. He washed his hands and started cooking dinner. I sat upright, suddenly realizing that the pain in my back was gone. The ice pack had melted, leaving a little pool in the middle of the tent. I grabbed a towel and got on my hands and knees to wipe it up.
"Lovely view, honey," said my husband. I looked back over my shoulder and saw my husband and son staring at my ass in the air. My husband was smiling but my son had a very intense look on his face. Again, he quickly looked back down at his book.
"Thanks, sweetie," I said.
After a few more minutes of watching me wipe up the water, John said, "We need to give you a haircut later."
I assumed that my hairy cunt was quite visible in my position. "You, too, dear," I said. I loved sucking his penis even more when it was cleanly shaven, and his enthusiasm for eating my cunt was almost unrestrainable when I was hairless down there. I wondered if he had brought a razor and shaving cream for this purpose.
When I finished with the clean-up, dinner was almost ready, so I recruited Trey for table-setting. We had a lovely dinner of fresh grilled salmon and grilled vegetables. Halfway through the meal we had to light the lantern and some citronella candles due to the rapidly encroaching darkness.
After dinner, my son asked if he could go back to the pool since the kids of the camp were getting together for a night swim. I asked if there would be a lifeguard or any adult supervisors there, and he shrugged. John offered to walk Trey down there and Trey reluctantly agreed. The two of them headed down the trail while I cleaned up the campsite.
I discovered John's razor and shaving cream while tidying up and decided to shave myself. I took a small pair of scissors out of my sewing kit, set the lantern on the ground and poured a little creek water into a metal bowl, then set about the task. First I trimmed as much hair as I could with the scissors, then covered my cunt and asshole with shaving cream. I had to keep my legs spread very wide while shaving to avoid smearing the shaving cream around. It took me longer than I thought, and John showed up before I was done.
His face lit up with a huge grin and he offered to help. I laid back on the ground and let him finish the job. While he carefully shaved my pubic hair, we chatted a bit. He asked how my back was doing and I told him about my rapid recovery. I asked him how Trey was doing down at the pool and he told me that Trey seemed to be fitting in. John also assured me that there were plenty of lifeguards and adults down at the pool, though only kids seemed to be actually splashing around in the pool itself.
When he was finished shaving me, he rinsed away the shaving cream and various hairs with a few splashes of water, then took a few minutes to suck and lick my clit. He stopped long before I was ready for him too, and all he would say about it was "Later, honey, later." Then it was his turn. I trimmed away all the hair around his penis and testicles then covered him with shaving cream, which gave him a stiff erection. To return his teasing, I kept the head of his cock in my mouth as much as I could during the shaving process, rubbing the head and little slit with my tongue. When I finished shaving his cock, he thrust the hard thing at my face, but I just stood up and smiled, saying "Later, honey, later."
I picked up the toilet paper,a flashlight and my toothbrush so I could get ready for bed. John, still as hard as ever, said he was going to try and masturbate before Trey came back since we couldn't fuck while our son was around. I smiled and winked at him, determined to get my revenge for his oral teasing. "Enjoy yourself," I taunted, then headed down the trail to the creek.
Campers are supposed to urinate and defecate at least 100 yards from the stream, so after I brushed my teeth by the creek I went down a small side path, checking for a place to do my business. Finally I found a log in a clearing that looked good, so I set my flashlight down and quickly excreted, then wiped myself and headed back to camp.
As I came up the path I heard voices inside our tent. I eavesdropped for a moment:
"This feels good, right?" My husband's voice, a deep whisper.
"Yeah." My son's voice, a higher pitch and louder.
"Everybody does this, you know."
"Yeah."
"You've done it before?"
"Yeah."
"Me too. A lot
Silence. I turned off my flashlight, crept up to the tent and peered in the window flap. The inside was illuminated by a small fluorescent reading light. My husband and son were laying side by side, fully erect, masturbating together and talking.
The sight was as unexpected as it was thrilling. I had no idea how this had happened, or what events had let up to it, but I had to get involved. I went around to the front of the tent and let myself in.
Both males looked at me without releasing their erect, hairless penises from their grasp. "Hi honey," said my husband gruffly. "Trey and I were just having a little talk about masturbation."
"Oh really?" I said. "Tell me more."
"Well, John came back after the night swim and found me doing it, so I asked him to join me. We talked a bit, you know, about the girls he saw, and when he got hard he joined me."
"Mind if I join you? Let me in the middle there," I asked.
"Go right ahead!" My husband and son scooted aside to make room for me to lie between them.
I opened my legs wide, putting my left foot on top of my son's legs and my right foot on top of my husband's. "This is how Mommy masturbates, Trey," I said.
"Are you sure about this?" whispered my husband.
"You started it," I whispered back.
My son kept playing with his hard little dick. I stared at it. It was beautiful. His little hand fondling his little penis was the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. I felt a gush of wetness cover the walls of my vagina. I had to have sex.
I rolled over on top of my husband. "I have to make love to you, honey," I said. "We're going to make love, Trey. Is that ok?"
"Sure," Trey shrugged. He was very interested. He could not take his eyes off of us. When I reached back and guided my husband's cock into my cunt, I thought Trey's eyes would pop out.
"It's OK to look, Trey," I said as I slid down my husband's elegant, smooth shaft. "Please do look, honey."
Trey sat up and scooted down so he could see his father's cock entering his mother's cunt. We started fucking with vigor, my ass slapping against my husband's hips with regular, sharp sounds. I looked back at Trey regularly. He was sitting up on his legs, jerking off openly, staring at my bouncing ass and his father's churning balls.
"I'm fucking cumming!" hissed John from between clenched teeth. Normally John was not the "talk dirty" type, but this was obviously an exception, a major turn-on and an incredibly erotic crossing of boundaries.
"Cum inside me!" I ordered, renewing my efforts on top of him.
My husband's words became fierce grunts as he pounded my crotch with his hips. Soon his body stiffened and I felt the hot wetness creaming inside of me. I threw my head back and sighed.
Then I felt more hot spurts, but on the outside -- splashing against my back and buttocks, trickling down my crack to leak onto my husband's legs. I looked back -- my son had just ejaculated on me. The very sight, the very thought was enough to trigger an orgasm in my already hypersexualized state. I shuddered and moaned, then fell forward on my poor husband's exhausted body.
The three of us sat there in silence for a few moments. Then I rolled off of John's body. A noisy, wet sound filled the tent as his cock dropped out of my sloppy cunt. I laid on my back, spread my legs again and fingered myself to another orgasm while my husband and son watched.
The three of us slept on top of our sleeping bags that night in a very tight embrace. I fondled my son's genitals while he cuddled up against my breasts, and my husband's hairy arms encompassed us both.
We spent most of the next day in the tent, showing Trey how to make love to me. It was a supreme pleasure to suck Trey's firm little penis, and then to watch it slowly disappear into the folds of my cunt. At night we attempted to have Trey penetrate my anus while John fucked my cunt, and though it took some patience and careful direction, we eventually succeeded. I have never cum so hard in my life.
Before we packed up and left, we had a long talk with Trey about what had happened. The three of us have an understanding now about when our new incestuous hobby is appropriate and acceptable, and when it is not. Of course, every time we go camping we have a lot of fun.