Camping with Mom_(0)

It was January 1985 and I was a normal almost sixteen year-old, always full of energy and ready to do anything fun and exciting. At nearly six feet tall, one of my favorite things to do was hiking and camping in the mountains near our home. Ever since I was born, my mom, dad and I have taken trips into the mountains to hunt and fish. We’d spend days camped in a tent next to our favorite lake, often without seeing anyone else. But this year we didn’t get to take our usual trip because dad was working six days a week. All year long I’d looked forward to this trip and mom could tell that I was really disappointed about not going.

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’d never specifically focused on her in a sexual way. Don’t get me wrong though. Like most boys, I’ve sometimes made a special effort to catch a peek at her when she’s changing or getting out of the shower. About two months before the ‘incident’ that I’m about to tell you about, I’d been lucky and gotten a good two or three minute look at her while she was drying her hair after a shower. I was looking just as the towel she had wrapped around her came loose and fell to the floor. She didn’t bother to pick it up so I got a long view of her naked body. I could see that she had a very nice figure with firm, perky tits and a sexy, nicely rounded ass. Her pussy was covered with a soft and delicious looking pelt of jet black hair that gave me a violent hard-on. She isn’t fat and she isn’t skinny; just healthy looking and in shape. Her long black hair and green eyes are a family trait that all the women in our family have. I’d say she is of average height and weight.

It was Friday morning and I was eating my breakfast when mom came into the kitchen and dropped a little surprise on me.
“Good morning, sweetheart!” She smiled at me while I sat there in a funk.
“Hey mom.”
In a cheery voice she asked, “What would you say if I told you that you and I were going to the mountains this weekend?”

It took a few seconds for what she said to sink in and then I exclaimed, “Are you serious?” I about pissed myself with excitement.
“Yes, I’m serious. I know your dad won’t be able to come because he’s working six days a week, but I figure you and I could still 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 finishing my breakfast, kissed her on her cheek and took off for my room.

“We can leave as soon as you get your things together,” she shouted up the stairs. I was dressed, packed and ready to go in less than ten minutes. As I carried my gear downstairs, I saw that mom had already packed her things and had them sitting by the door. We loaded them into the car and off we went.

Being that we live so far north and it was the middle of January, it was very cold outside. Not quite freezing, but still in the low 40s. It’d be colder in the mountains; perfect camping weather.

After a three hour drive, we got to the spot where we always park the car. We got out, gathered our equipment and had a quick bite to eat before we started the five hour hike to where we usually make camp. It’s a long hike but the view of the tranquil lake and breath-taking mountain wilderness is its own reward. My mom may be 38 but she’s in good shape and can carry her own share of the gear. We’d packed pretty light… just a small tent, sleeping rolls, cooking supplies, the clothes we were wearing and fishing gear. Everything was tucked neatly into our backpacks. My rifle was slung over my shoulder in case we ran into an aggressive animal.

We’d been hiking for about four hours when the sky quickly became overcast with dark, heavy clouds. It was close to four in the afternoon and it looked like we were going to get rained on so we moved up the hill until we found a small nearly level spot to set up camp. We still had another hour to hike before we got to our favorite fishing spot but now we’d have to wait until morning.

As soon as we set our packs down it began to rain and, almost immediately, the rain became a cold, drenching downpour. The temperature was near freezing and our wet hands were ached from the cold. By the time we got the tent set up, our clothes were completely soaked and neither of us had a dry spot on us. Wet to the bone, cold and shivering, we ducked into the tent and collapsed on the tent floor. In this downpour, there was no way that we were going to be able to start a fire to warm up and dry off. That’s when we discovered that, in our frenzy to set up the tent, mom’s sleeping roll went missing. I ducked outside and did a quick look-around but it must have been washed down the hillside. Now we had only one and it was the only thing we had that was even remotely dry.

In a shivering voice mom said “Turn around for a minute, honey. I’m going to strip these wet clothes off and get into the sleeping bag to try and warm up.” I swiveled around and listened as she undressed and plopped her wet clothes in a pile in the corner of the tent. Any other time, I’d have loved sneaking a peek at her naked body but, as I stood there freezing my balls off, I didn’t even think about turning to look. As soon as she was undressed, she crawled into the down-filled sleeping bag and told me to do the same.

She could tell I was a little hesitant and said, “Come on. Get those wet clothes off and get in here! You’re going to get pneumonia. I’ll close my eyes. Hurry!”

As I stripped down to my underwear, it dawned on me that I was about to get into a one-person sleeping bag with my naked mother. I wasn’t sure if it was the cold that was making me shake or the thought of getting in next to her naked body. I looked down and saw her staring up at me. “Take those wet shorts off too! The only way we’re going to survive the night is with our body heat.” I knew that she was right. We were both experienced enough to know how to survive and, at this altitude, the temperature would drop into the teens, or lower, by midnight. I quickly slid my wet shorts off and tossed them on the pile with our other clothes. She unzipped the bag and, in the little light that was available, I saw her full tits and their hard nipples staring back at me. She slid over as much as she could but the bag was only built for one person. As I slid into the bag, I had my back to her because the last thing I wanted was to have her feel my dick rubbing down the entire length of her body, but there was no way we could fit this way.

“Hold on a second,” she said as she flipped over onto her side, facing away from me. “There. Now get in next to me facing me.” It really was the only way we would fit together in the sleeping bag. I still had a hard time getting into the bag and literally had to grab hold of her to pull myself down into it. Just as I’d feared, my dick was pressing into her upper back! I wasn’t hard (thank God) because I was way too cold. She didn’t say anything as I moved further down into the bag, dragging my dick and balls against her back the whole time. As my dick reached her butt I got quite a surprise. I’d assumed that she’d kept her panties on. I was wrong. My cold wet dick was sliding down the crack of her ass. After zipping the bag up, I pulled back to get my cock out of her ass crack and it dropped between us. She giggled, some to try to lighten the mood, I guess.

“I’m sorry mom,” I said softly. I was finally all the way in the bag but now my cock was pressed against the soft, firm left cheek of my mother’s ass.
“Don’t be silly. It’s my own fault that my sleeping roll got washed away and who cares if we don’t have clothes on. You don’t have anything that I haven’t seen before, right?” She was still shivering badly.

“I guess you’re right.” I ran my hand up and down her arm and shoulder, trying to warm her up. She reached around, grabbed my hand, and pulled it across her chest. My heart skipped a beat as she placed it right between her tits. She said, “Hold me tight against you. It’s the only way we’ll get warm.” So I did.

I began rubbing my hand all over her cold chest. I tried to not be too obvious about it, but every now and then I’d cup her entire breast in my hand. I was running my hand all over her, from her neck down to her lower belly and back up. I was still pressed tightly against the full length of her body as we lay there spooned against each other. After about twenty minutes, she finally stopped shivering so much but told me to keep holding her. I was still running my hand up and down her front and I noticed that every time my hand passed over her tits, her nipples were still as hard as rocks. Several times she twitched as my spread fingers rippled over them. A couple of times my hand accidentally went a little too low on her belly and made contact with her pubic hair. I was still chilly, but I was starting to have the time of my life. That is, until something started to stir down below. I stopped rubbing her and froze. My dick was getting hard! Oh my God, she’s going to freak out! My dick was swelling and getting harder by the second. A few seconds later, it was pushing firmly against her ass cheek, which was still wet but warmer now. Even though it wasn’t yet five in the afternoon, I was hoping that she was asleep and wouldn’t notice that I’d developed a hard on.