My name is Carol. I am currently fifty years old and I am entering a new phase of life. My son has recently married, and he has started his own life. His wife is now there to support him. But for the past few decades, I have been a loving mother to my son. I made sure he was always happy and content. The following is an account of my life with Tom.
This is a short story about our Labor Day camping trip to Beacon Rock in 2016.
I had been giving my son Tom nightly blowjobs since the age of sixteen. He was now over seventeen. He loved them. We both did. It was my favorite time of the day. As I opened Tom’s bedroom door, my pussy would tingle with excitement. Tom would be lying down on his bed. His head would be propped up on some pillows. He’d have the covers pulled back. He’d be completely naked. His penis would be sticking upwards, fully erect.
I knew that Tom would have a good amount of cum ready for me. He knew that I’d soon be sucking his penis to extract the consanguineous load that I craved. I’d quickly get to work whilst Tom fondled my hanging boobs. Tom’s cum had thickened since I first started giving him head. It was now rich with semen. I loved feeling his shaft throb as it pumped fresh cum into my mouth. I loved the silky texture. I loved the slightly salty taste. I’d swallow every last drop.
Tom had also learnt how to lick my pussy. I can attest that he was very good at it. Tom licked me to multiple orgasms every Friday night, whilst we “watched” a movie. I’d, of course, reciprocate with another blowjob.
However, it was very hard to restrict Tom to only one blowjob per day. Some nights I would give him two blowjobs in his bed. Sometimes I’d give him a blowjob on the couch whilst watching TV, and another in his bed. Occasionally, I’d give him a blowjob before school. Tom obtained his learner’s permit and often drove to school, whilst I sat in the passenger seat. One morning, he had an erection in the car on the way to school. I quickly unzipped his pants and gave Tom “road head”.
The blowjob situation was admittedly getting out of hand. I somehow needed to limit Tom’s blowjobs, but keep him satisfied.
I restricted Tom’s blowjobs to once per day, which I would administer just before he went to sleep. But I decided to have special “blowjob holidays,” to give Tom something special to look forward to. I decided that on public holidays and birthdays, I would give Tom a blowjob every time he got an erection.
But Tom had a very short refractory period. I was starting to worry if I had made the right decision, as our first “blowjob holiday” approached. The next public holiday was going to be Labor Day 2016, which was also our traditional camping trip weekend.
The day started with me taking care of Tom’s “morning wood”. We had set up camp the evening before. I had planned to get an early start for a long hike after breakfast. It was Tom’s second blowjob in a tent btw. He had his first the night before. I then made breakfast, whilst Tom went to the shower block. When Tom returned from the showers, I could see that his penis needed attention. I quickly gave him another blowjob inside the tent.
Side note: You might be wondering if Tom had sex with me in the tent the night before.
I agree that camping is very conducive to tent sex. I had camped with my husband in that very campground many years before. I had fucked my husband in the same tent, in possibly that very campsite. Sex with Tom at the same campsite as I had fucked his father would certainly have been a nice way to complete the circle. An even better scenario rattling around my brain was that Tom had been conceived in that very campsite. The thought of Tom filling my womb with his semen and impregnating me, just like his father did exactly eighteen years ago, got me very moist. I was starting to go slightly crazy with lust.
I was struggling with guilt from what I was doing with Tom. I enjoyed giving Tom blowjobs, and I loved swallowing his cum. I loved Tom licking my pussy. I felt guilty about doing these things, but I convinced myself that only penetrative sex was wrong. I therefore ignored my urge to have sex with Tom. Somehow, I managed to keep Tom satisfied with blowjobs on this trip. Somehow, I also keep myself satisfied by having my pussy licked. You will understand how soon enough.
We ate breakfast and tidied up. We had an eight-mile hike ahead of us. Hiking has always been a favorite activity of mine. Moving back to the PNW when he was twelve allowed me to introduce Tom to the great outdoors. We’d go hiking and camping regularly. It was one of our favorite activities together.