The rain started just as we finished pitching the tent, fat drops hammering the nylon like it owed them money. I was nineteen, home from college for the summer, and Mom had suggested this weekend trip to get away from everything. She was forty-two, still built like the woman who used to turn heads at the neighborhood pool, thick hips, heavy tits that strained her tank top, and an ass that filled out her shorts like it was trying to escape.
We ducked inside, soaked through. The tent was small, just enough room for two sleeping bags zipped together into one big one because we only had one pad. Mom stripped off her wet shirt right there, no hesitation, her bra clinging to her nipples like a second skin.
Fuck, Im freezing, she said, voice low and direct. She peeled the bra off, letting those big tits swing free, nipples hard and dark. Dont just stand there, get out of those clothes too. Body heats the only way were not shivering all night.
I stripped, cock already half-hard from the sight of her. She noticed. Of course she did. Her eyes dropped straight to it.
Well damn, look at that, she muttered, crawling onto the sleeping bag on all fours. Her shorts rode up, the seam digging between her ass cheeks. She kicked them off, leaving just a pair of soaked panties. You gonna help warm me up or what?
She didnt wait. She yanked my cock into her hand and stroked it once, rough and sure. Been a long time since I had one this eager. Lie down.
I dropped onto my back. Mom climbed over me, peeling her panties aside and sinking down without another word. Her pussy was hot, wet, tight as hell. She took me in one smooth drop, bottoming out with a grunt.
Fuck yes, she hissed. Thats it. Fill Moms cunt.
She started riding, hips rolling hard, tits bouncing with every thrust. No slow build, no teasing. Just raw fucking, skin slapping, her juices coating my shaft and dripping down my balls. She leaned forward, feeding a nipple into my mouth.
Suck it. Bite it. Make it hurt a little.
I did, teeth grazing, and she moaned louder, grinding her clit against me.
Her pussy clenched, milking me like she wanted every drop.
Gonna come already? she taunted, voice filthy. Thats fine. I want it. Fill me up, then Im gonna suck you hard again and ride your face.
She came first, cunt spasming around me, a sharp cry ripping out of her throat. I followed right after, pumping thick ropes deep inside her. She didnt stop moving, working every spurt out until I was shaking.
Mom slid off, cum leaking down her thigh. She didnt clean up. She just turned around, ass in my face, and swallowed my cock to the root, sucking her own taste off me with wet, noisy slurps.
Get hard again, she ordered between licks. Weve got all night and this tents not big enough for either of us to pretend we dont want more.
By the time the rain stopped, wed fucked in every position the sleeping bag allowedher on her back with legs over my shoulders, me behind her pounding her ass while she fingered her clit, her riding reverse so I could watch my cock disappear into her stretched hole. She talked the whole time, dirty and nonstop.
Deeper. Fuck Moms pussy like you mean it. Thats your cum from earlier, still inside me. Mix another load in there.
When we finally collapsed, sticky and sore, she pulled me against her chest, one leg hooked over mine.
Same time next weekend, she said, already half-asleep. Bigger tent or no tent at all. I want you raw under the stars next time.
Outside, the forest was quiet again. Inside, the tent smelled like sex and sweat, and neither of us planned on washing it off anytime soon.
