Camping With Mom – Part 1

Note: I am not the Author of this story. I recently read this much of the story on this website (XNXX) with less grammar etc. I searched the web for the rest of the story and will be uploading them part by part at some point during this week. The reason for the delay in uploads is that I am editing Grammar, Paragraphs, and re-typing sections of it. So consider this story Camping With Mom: Remastered.

It was January 1985 and I was your normal 15 year old. Always full of energy and ready to do anything fun and exciting. One of my favorite things to do was hiking and camping in the mountains near our house. Ever since I was born, our family would always take trips up to the mountains to hunt & fish. We would spend days camped in a tent next to our favorite lake. This year we didn’t get to take our usual trip due to my dad’s job. My mother could tell I was depressed because I looked forward to this trip all year. Mom and I have always been very close. She wakes me up and puts me to bed every night with a hug and a kiss. She’s an attractive woman, but I never really thought about her in a sexual way. Don’t get me wrong, like most boys I tried to catch the occasional peek at her when she was changing or getting out of the shower. She still had big firm tits and a well-rounded ass. Her long black hair and green eyes were a family trait that all the women in our family had. I guess I would say she was average weight and height. One day, as I sat down to breakfast mom dropped a little surprise on me.

“Good morning, sweetheart!” she smiled at me as I sat there in my depression. “Hey mom”.

“What would you say if I told you that you and I were going to the mountains this weekend?” It took me a minute for what she said to hit home.

“Oh my God! Are you serious?” I was so excited I about pissed myself.

“Yes, I’m serious. I know your dad won’t be able to come since he’s been working so much, but I figure you and I could have a pretty good time without him. What do you say?”

“I say I’m going to go pack right now!” I jumped up without eating my breakfast, kissed her on her cheek and took off for my room.

“We can leave as soon as you get your things together.” I heard her shout up the stairs after me. I was packed and ready to go in less than 10 minutes. As I got my gear downstairs I saw that mom had already packed her things and had them sitting by the door. We packed the car and off we went. Being that we live so far north and it was the middle of January, it was blistering cold outside. Not quite freezing, but still in the low 40s. Perfect camping weather.

After a three hour drive into the mountains we got to the spot where we always park our car. We got out, gathered our equipment and had a quick bite to eat. My mom may be 38, but she can still carry her own share of the gear. We packed pretty light, just a small tent, sleeping rolls, cooking supplies our clothes and fishing gear. Everything was tucked neatly into our backpacks. We hiked for almost 4 hours when we noticed it was started to get cloudy. It was close to 4 in the afternoon and we decided it may be best to pick a spot to make camp. We still had another hour to walk before we got to our favorite fishing spot, but we thought it best to finish in the morning. Before we could get the gear unpacked it started to rain. In a matter of minutes the rain became a total downpour. And it was freezing. By now the temperature had dropped to 35 and our hands were hurting from the cold. By the time we got the tent set up, neither of us had a dry spot on us. Everything was soaked. We hopped into the tent and collapsed on the ground completely exhausted and shivering. In the frenzy to get the tent set up, my mom didn’t realize that her sleeping roll had been washed down the hillside, and my roll was the only thing we had that was remotely dry.

Mom said in a shivering voice, “Turn around for a minute. I’m going to strip and hop into the sleeping bag and try to dry off and warm up.” I swivelled around and listened as she undressed and plopped her clothes in a pile in the corner. I was always wanting to see her naked, but as I sat there freezing, I didn’t even think about turning to look.