The rain hit hard that night, forcing us into the small tent my mom and I had pitched by the lake. I was nineteen, home from my first year at college, and shed suggested this trip to catch up. Just the two of us. She was forty-two, still fit from running, with full tits that strained her tank top and an ass that filled out her shorts in a way I tried not to notice.
We stripped off our wet clothes in the dark. She handed me a towel and I caught her staring at my cock, half-hard from the cold and the closeness. Youre bigger than your dad, she said, voice low and rough. No hesitation. She dropped her bra, nipples stiff, and peeled off her panties. Her pussy was shaved smooth, lips already slick.
I didnt ask. I just moved. My hand went between her legs and she moaned, grinding against my fingers. Fuck, baby, your moms been wet thinking about this all day. She grabbed my dick, stroking it hard, thumb rubbing the head. We kissed messy and deep while the rain pounded the tent.
She pushed me onto the sleeping bag and climbed on. Her cunt sank down on my cock in one slick slide, tight and hot. She rode me slow at first, tits bouncing, then faster, slapping her ass down while she talked filthy. Thats it, fuck your mom. Stretch my pussy. Ive wanted this cock since you turned eighteen. I thrust up hard, gripping her hips, pounding into her until she came shaking, juices running down my balls.
We switched. I flipped her onto her back, legs over my shoulders, and drilled her deep. The wet sounds filled the tent. She clawed my back, begging for it harder. Cum in me. Fill your moms cunt. I did, shooting thick loads while she milked every drop, her pussy pulsing around me.
We didnt stop. Round two she sucked me clean, swallowing half my load before I bent her over and took her from behind, thumb in her ass, fucking her until she screamed into the pillow. By morning we were sticky, sore, and already planning the next trip.
