camping with mom Part IV

Part IV
Once we got back to the camp from the lake dad put on jeans, mom slipped into her short dress and I was kind of relieved to be able to wear clothes again. We had planned to go on a canoe trip to Lindern Island but dad looked up at the sky and suggested that the weather was questionable and we should probably stay close to camp. Maybe the weather would be more promising for our trip tomorrow. I was fine with the plan; it wasn’t like we didn’t have enough to do at the site we were at. We still had hiking trails we hadn’t been on, more fishing, canoeing close by, and just being around mom in her dress was fine with me. We all kept busy at the camp doing our own thing, we made and ate lunch and the day slipped by rather quickly. It wasn’t until we were sitting around eating dinner and I was staring at mom sitting across from me with her big round tits clearly visible to me that I was reminded by the tingling in my balls that I had not had a chance to jerk off all day and was fast filling up. This was serious as I was use to cumming four or more times a day to avoid pain in my balls or the situation where cum just involuntarily starts to pour out of my opening. I don’t have an orgasm but cum just comes out on its own. The biggest difference is that only a small amount comes out and it doesn’t shoot out like a pressure hose the way it does when I orgasm. Well, you get the point and I was getting the point also that I needed to cum or I would be in trouble trying to sleep with my balls bursting.
I figured that when we cleaned up after dinner I’d sneak off to the outhouse. But as we were cleaning up a crises arose. “Oh shit!†dad yelled. “I’m so fucking stupid†. He was jelling inside the tent and mom and I ran to see what the problem was. Dad was inside the tent next to a big wet spot on the tent floor and holding up a soaked and dripping sleeping bag. “I must have left the spigot slightly open when I filled the canteen for our hike and it’s been leaking here ever since. Now were down to only one sleeping bag, it will never dry by tonight†. By the time we dragged out the soaked sleeping bag and found a low branch to hang it on and had mopped up as much of the water on the floor of the tent we could it was getting very dark. I thought that this was my chance to finally head to the outhouse and take care of my own problem. I yelled out to my folks that I was going to the outhouse but dad hollered back “Not in the pitch black; you’ll break your neck on a chipmunk hole or a tree root†. “I’ll walk with you with a light, it’s not much but it will help†, dad concluded. Matters became worse when he decided to hold the door open and talk with me while I went. I tried to object but he ignored me and stated to talk. “Tell me what you thought about our hike today†, he started. I hoped he wasn’t thinking about the part of the hikethat included mom being naked. “It was great exercise and one of the nicest trails here†, I answered trying to be tactful. But dad wouldn’t let it go at that and said, “Yes, but I mean how was the climb in particular†. “Well†, I said, “I was impressed how strong of climbers you and mom both are†. I hoped dad was going to end it there but I was getting nervous and uncomfortable about where he was going with this line of questioning. Frustrated and going right to the point this time dad asked me “and what did you think about the view up mom’s dress?†Wow, now what do I say to that, I thought. I was truthful and told dad I had never seen a naked woman in real life and that mom was real sexy†. I added, “Mom is really hot!†“I thought so too†, dad said, “but I wanted your opinion†. “Thanks†, was the last word he said as I stood up from the one holerand held the light as dad switched places with me. We spoke not another word on our way back to the tent but I was thinking all the way how dad wasn’t the least bit upset or angry that his wife had exposed herself to her son and that he was, instead, really happy that I saw her that way. All of this was no help in my relieving the pressure in my balls and actually added to the pressure.
Back in the tent we had a major catastrophe to deal with. Only one corner of the tent was dry, we now only had one sleeping bag for three people and it would be cold again tonight, maybe even colder because of the clouds and bad weather moving in. I truly had a worried sound in my voice when I asked my parents “What are we going to do?†Mom sensed my worry and took immediate control and spoke with authority. “Look†, she said to me and dad, “what is, is, and we have to make the best of it†. “The key thing is that we stay warm and rest up for tomorrow†she explained. “We’ll use the one dry bag we have as a cover for the three of us and we will scrunch together to generate heat and we will be fine†. “We’ll generate and share the heat much better without us being individually dressed so we will have to sleep naked†, she concluded. “I think it will work and we’ll be fine†, dad chimed in. “So†, mom instructed, “clothes off, it will be dad on the end, then junior and then me†.