camping with mom Part III

Part III
Dad and I split some kindling, started a fire and dropped the metal grill over the fire stones that contained the breakfast fire. Dad had me get some water from the lake as he put coffee in a pot and we took care of the beverage part of breakfast. I wasn’t allowed to have coffe although I wasn’t sure if it was because dad was a health nut and I shouldn’t have the caffeen or what the reason. Dad did, however, insist I have grapefruit juice every day, twice a day preferablly fresh pineapple but in this case canned would do. As I said, dad was a nut for health and he always said that if it’s in a can it’s dead. But back to the campsite. With dad and I standing close to each other by the growing fire I thought I could see dry flakes around his lips and his cheeks like there was peeling from the skin in those areas; it looked like old sunburn. Just as I was trying to figure what dad had on his face mom emerged from the tent.
My jaw dropped as I watched mom, bent over to clear the small opening in the tent, stood up and walked toward dad and me. Where dad and I were wearing appropriate camping attire of jeans and t-shirts sporting some stylish dirt and campfire soot Mom appeared in a short freshly pressed and spotless mini dress.Her top four or five buttons were undone so when she had bent over to exit the tent dad and I could clearly see most of both of her heavy breasts as gravity pulled them down leaving everything but the tips and nipples exposed. “Wow†, said dad. “What have you dressed for?†“I’m dressed to be pampered†mom replied. “Think of me as the queen bee and you two are the worker bees to serve the queen†. My eyes were transfixed on her and the thinness of the fabric of the dress that clung to her every curve. “The eggs are in the cooler†, she said as she walked away from us. “Call me when breakfast is ready†. Then as she passed closer to dad I heard her say in a softer and lower whisper, “you asked for this buster and now you’re going to get it†. Dad and I stood there stunned for a moment as we watched mom walk away, clearly wearing nothing under her tiny dress. “You heard the woman†, dad snapped to me breaking my trance, “let’s get cooking†. I got back to the task on hand but as I glanced back at mom’s barely draped curves I felt strangely different about mom and dad’s presence there made me uncomfortable, almost as if I was on a honeymoon and everybody there knew I had stuck my dick in mom’s pussy and shot my hot cum in her.

I could fill volumes writing about breakfast; sitting around the fire trying not to stare at mom who sat across from me and dad in her dress that rode up almost to her waist when she sat down leaving almost nothing to our imagination. For my part I worked mostly on trying to conceal my ever present erect cock stimulated both by the image of my mom in front of me and my mind playing back the sensations of the night before. Added to that was my thoughts that as mom sat in front of me and dad she probably still had some of my cum inside of her at that very moment. Not something many sons could say about their mom.

After breakfast dad and I cleaned up and mom said she was going to take a nap and catch up on the sleep she lost last night. I wondered about what she said because as far as I could remember she had slept straight through the night and each of the times I alone had awoken to take care of “my problem dick†in the sleeping bag. While mom went off on her own dad suggested to me that we go fishing together to try to come up with a lunch treat. Dad had been teaching me for the past three camping trips how to fly fish. I had learned how to select and tie dry flies, how to make a roll cast and how to gently place the fly in the deep spot where the stream made a turn. When we got to our fishing hole we stood about 30 yards apart, casting upstream into the current. We fished like that without any strikes for about fifteen minutes before dad started to make conversation with me. “Your mom is a beautiful woman, isn’t she†was his surprise opening. I wasn’t sure how I should reply or how much I should admit I knew about her beauty so I carefully just said “She’s a great mom†. There was silence for a while and then dad said “She has really kept herself in shape†and then he added “she is a great example for you of what a mature woman should look like†. I had been concentrating on fishing when we first got there and it was a relief not to have to worry about a bulge in my pants or to be thinking about how to cover it up but with dad’s talk here I was again staring down at two poles and only one was for fishing. Dad made things worse by not picking up on my silence and continued with the topic. “You know son, your mom makes me proud when I look at her,especially when she has just stepped out of the shower†. “Where in the world could dad be going with this†, I thought. “I’ll tell you a secret you can’t ever let her know about†he said next. “Can you keep a really big secret†? I was being pulled into this whether I wanted to or not and at this point I was genuinely curious anyway. “One evening about a year ago†dad related to me while I tried to pretend to be still fishing, “I had one of my friends from work over, Marc, you might remember him from our Memorial Day picnic, he’s a pretty big guy in his 40’s with curly black hair?†I thought I might in fact remember him as pretty athletic looking although the only athletic thing we did that day was play horseshoes. “Well, anyway, Marc came over one night to watch a late night game on TV and your mom turned in early. The game went on for a couple hours after that and when it was close to the end I got up to pee. Before I returned to the living room I looked in to see how mom was doing and if the noise of the game was disturbing her. It wasn’t and she was sound asleep. She lay there with a small corner of the covers still on her and wearing only a short silky night shirt†. I continued casting, staring at the water and trying to fish although it was nothing but arm motion and reflex as dad went on with his secret story. “ looking in at her, her legs and the sides of her breasts exposed and her nipples pushing up on the silk underwear and I was filled with pride, the same pride I felt this morning looking at how beautiful a body your mom has†. “That night I was so proud of how my wife looked that I went back to the living room and called for Marc to follow me and he would see something really beautiful. He followed me to the bedroom and I wish you could have seen his face as he looked in on your sleeping mom†. “We both took in every curve of her body. I don’t know what possessed me but I found myself carefully touching the edge of her nightie and slowly pulling it up the small amount of her unexposed thigh until all of her legs up to her dark tuft of pubic hair was showing and still I pulled the fabric up until it reached her belly button†. I wanted to share the beauty of your mom but not just the site of her; I now wanted to share every aspect of her.†It took every bit of my inner strength to turn to Marc and tell him quietly that we better leave her before she wakes up†. We left together but I felt this strange feeling that I wanted to see Marc get on top of your mom right then and there; to enjoy her outside as well as inside.â€

That was quite a confession from dad and I’m not sure how much more of that story I could have listened to when thankfully we were snapped back to the present by a pull and a splash on my line since I alone had continued to fish while dad did his talking. As I fought with my trout dad ended the story with “so you see that you can never tell her what I did or what I almost did†.