Bryan stuffed the last of the camping equipment into the small blue Volvo.
He wasn't particularly looking forward to this holiday weekend anymore. It had started as a big adventure with the whole family, including all their friends from the neighborhood, but life got in the way. There were all sorts of last-minute business and family emergencies. Bryan and his best friend, Richard Jones, had made plans for jet skiing, rock climbing, portable video games, and all sorts of other things.
It was supposed to be an epic last big weekend before his friend left for college. They had both just turned eighteen. Richard's family had to leave town to deal with a death in the family. Their other neighbors, the Smiths, all came down with food poisoning.
The Robinsons' truck had been totaled by a drunk driver the night before. Ironically, it was already loaded and ready to go before the crash. The last to back out was Bryan's father, Ralph Miller, who had been called into work at the last minute. He was the head of human resources at a burgeoning technology company. The company had been the victim of a massive security breach that required his immediate presence, likely for the entire weekend. "Let's make the best of it, Bryan," his mother said as she came out of the house carrying several bags of food. Bryan knew it was best not to argue with his mother, but he loved camping and always enjoyed her company. So, what good would it do?
Sure, he could have just said no and left. After all, he was eighteen, but that would have been awful. He'd heard his mother arguing with his father that morning, close to tears, about him having to go to work. His parents hadn't gotten along for years, it seemed to Bryan. He noticed it was getting worse with time. Bryan had hoped the weekend would mend things between his parents, but now it was going to be a long weekend alone with his mother. He thought he could do some reading and go for a few hikes by himself. Content with just having fun, Bryan climbed into the driver's seat to give his mother a chance to relax and hopefully cool down. His mother started the Volvo, and off they went. "Sorry, Bryan."
"It's okay," he said, and he meant it. "I'll make the best of it, and you should too."
"We've already paid for the campsite. I've taken these days off and now I need to go. You can still go fishing and canoeing and stuff. I won't bother you at all. Okay?"
“Yes, Mom. We’re going to have a great time,” Bryan said, looking out the window at the passing scenery.
A few hours later they arrived at the campsite. They had reserved two pitches right next to each other; one was large enough to park their neighbor's campervan and offered plenty of room for several tents. It had a huge picnic table, a large, shady tree, and was close to the toilets and showers.
“Oh, that’s lovely, isn’t it?” Bryan’s mother said cheerfully. “And look how close we are to the lake! This will be great. We’ll also have plenty of privacy in this little corner of the woods. You set up the tents, and I’ll take care of check-in and get us firewood.” She hurried to the ranger’s office.
Bryan started unloading the equipment and setting everything up. He had just finished pitching both tents when his mother returned. "Okay, we can go, I think." Together they set up camp. By the time they were finished, it was well past noon, and Bryan's mother made herself some hot dogs.
"Thank you again for going camping with your old mother," she said when they had finished eating.
"Oh, you're not old. Let's rent a canoe this afternoon."
"Okay, agreed. I'll make us some cheeseburgers tonight when we get back."
Bryan was surprised, but he had a great time on the lake, paddling all over and exploring the small coves and beaches with his mother. They found a beach that was almost completely invisible until you were almost there. There they took a break and drank some water.
"Everything okay, Mom?"
“Yes, I had simply forgotten how much hard work it was,” she replied before taking a large gulp.
She was still a little out of breath, even though Bryan was trying to do all the work in the canoe.
Bryan was worried about his mother and her health. She had gained a lot of weight in recent years. The harbormaster had even had trouble finding a life jacket large enough for her round belly and enormous breasts. She had taken it off during the break. Bryan found himself staring at her massive, heaving chest and turned away.
"Are you alright, love? Your face is so red."
“Yes,” he said, standing up. “It’s just a little hot. We should go back.”
"You're right. Help me up," she said, holding out her hand to him.
Bryan helped her to her feet. While he prepared the canoe for the return trip to the dock, he glanced over at his mother. She was having great difficulty with the fasteners of her life vest, and he couldn't help but stare as she squirmed and fidgeted, grunted, and scrunched up her breasts, forcing the vest tight over her enormous chest. It was a fascinating sight.
"Shit," he muttered and turned away. For the first time in his life, he had stared at his own mother.
"All right," she said a moment later. "Let's go back, I'm starving."
They made it back to the jetty in time. Bryan glanced back at the western sky and saw black clouds gathering. Normally, it was his father's job to prepare the campsite for approaching storms, but this time it would be his. Once they arrived back at the campsite, Bryan set about keeping the car windows closed, gathering anything that could be blown or washed away, and double-checking that their tents were pitched on a good rise. Satisfied, he went over to help set up dinner.
"Wow! Last year we would have screamed and looked everywhere for your help. Now you do everything on your own. I only noticed the clouds when you started setting everything up. Thank you," said his mother.
“Oh yes, Dad’s away, and I guess I’ll have to take care of all his responsibilities on this trip.” Bryan’s mother looked down for a moment before continuing with her preparations. It had been quick, and she had recovered well, but Bryan realized he was talking about his father, who had upset her. He didn’t know what to do. They ate in silence, and afterward, he helped clean up. His mother went to the car to get some bags, and Bryan set about lighting the fire.
He had it lit in no time and was playing a game on his phone by the fireplace when his mother came by. She had changed into sweatpants and a long white T-shirt. "My camping pajamas," she said, handing him a soda from the cooler.
“Thank you,” he said, looking at his mother’s large mug.
“I hope you don’t mind, but we still had all that tequila, whiskey, and mixers in the car, and I need to relax.” “Of course I don’t mind,” Bryan said, though he felt a little bad about it. His mother tended to drink when she was upset and usually ended up passed out drunk and staggering around. He figured she’d be fine here, and he wasn’t tired at all, so he stayed up, playing on his phone and keeping an eye on her. She’d probably pass out early.
She took a big gulp and then looked at him lovingly. "You're so grown up. You know I'm so proud of you." She took another big gulp. She wasn't going to take it easy tonight. "Thanks, Mom. Are you okay?"
"Yes. I had so much fun today. Tomorrow I want to hike to Stone Peak with you."
"Do you think you can do it?" Bryan joked.
"What? I can do anything," she replied, laughing. Then she finished her glass and started to get up. "I guess I'll..."
“No way,” Bryan interrupted. Part of his father’s job was to get his wife fresh drinks when they went camping. Well, at least that’s how it was in happier times, Bryan thought.
"I can do this. Remember, I'm taking care of all his work on this camping trip!"
"His? Who... oh yes!" She laughed. "He Who Must Not Be Named! Do you know...?"
"Yes, I know what you're drinking, and I'll be right back."
A few minutes later, Bryan arrived with a fresh drink for his mother and
to himself for another lemonade.
"Can you sleep with all that caffeine?" she asked, drinking half her cup. "Oh, that's great! Much better than when I used to do it."
“Thank you!” he said proudly. “And yes, I’ll be able to sleep. Don’t worry about me.” He was even prouder that he’d given her a drink twice as strong as usual. She’d be asleep soon, and he wouldn’t have to deal with her drunkenness anymore. He smiled.
"Oh, very proud of you, aren't you?" she said, her voice slightly slurred, as she finished the rest of her drink. "It's time to do your duty, good sir," she said, pushing her cup towards him.
Bryan laughed. He'd forgotten that his mother and father lapsed into this pseudo-medieval dialogue when they drank. It used to be cute. He'd been their little page, back then. Now he wasn't sure what he was. "Yes, indeed, my fair, er, queen? I am yours..."
"Knight! You are my handsome knight!" she laughed hysterically. "And yes, I am the queen!"
“Uh… yes… um… well, your handsome knight will bring you a refreshment befitting your great beauty,” he stammered, fetching her another, stronger drink. He was a poor knight and wasn’t sure if he’d said anything wrong. His mother was silent. He was embarrassed and glad she wouldn’t remember a thing in the morning. “Here, fair maiden,” he said, kneeling and handing her the cup as if it were a chalice. He wondered if “fair maiden” was a proper title for a queen, or if it was reserved only for princesses. She laughed. “Truly, I am pleased by your great subservience,” she stammered, laughing again and taking a deep swig. It took her a little longer to finish it, and Bryan enjoyed the peace of the darkness and the relaxing sounds of the crackling fire. Every now and then they heard another camper or children playing in the distance, but overall it was very quiet. Bryan lost himself in thought of his mother as he stared into the fire. He loved her and hated seeing her like this: drinking herself into a coma. He'd been bothered that she'd been out of breath during their earlier canoe trip, and he vowed to help her start an exercise program as soon as they got home.
"Hey, young knight!" his mother called to him. She leaned far back in her chair, smiled at him, and held out her cup. "It is time to fulfill your duty, good sir."
Bryan jumped up and smiled. "Of course, beautiful lady," he said, took her mug, and went back to the picnic table and the cooler. He decided to make the strongest one.
He hadn't paid close attention to how much alcohol he'd put in her drinks. He knew it had been a lot, at least twice as much as his father usually prepared for her. He brought her the fresh drink, hoping it would knock her out. "Here we are, beautiful lady," he said, fully in character.
“What a lovely young gentleman you are,” she said. Her eyes were glazed over. It was getting chilly outside, and Bryan’s eyes nearly popped out of his head when he first noticed that evening that his mother wasn’t wearing a bra. Her large nipples were clearly visible beneath her shirt. He quickly looked away and retreated to his spot by the fire to get back to playing games on his phone. Bryan had almost reached the next level in his game when his mother’s chair toppled over with her in it! He rushed over to his mother. She was laughing hysterically. She was still holding her cup. It was empty. “I can’t… shit… baby… I think you… should… better,” she giggled.
“I think I’d better help you into your tent,” Bryan said. “Yes!” Michelle slurred between fits of laughter. Bryan took his mother’s hand and pulled her up. She stumbled against him and nearly knocked them both into the fire. He needed all his strength to keep them both on their feet. He was carrying almost their entire weight. “Come on… we’re almost there,” he said, helping her across the clearing to her tent. He had her in his arms. She slid against him and tripped over a rock. To keep her upright, he grabbed one of her large breasts. Her thick nipple pressed hard against his hand. Involuntarily, he squeezed her breast. His mother sighed and murmured something into his shoulder. He was deeply embarrassed and, to his horror, also a little aroused. His penis twitched in his pants. “Shit!” he said too loudly, urging his mother on. "What is it... what is it, baby?" she slurred incomprehensibly against his shoulder as they approached the tent. She never called him baby. In her intoxication, she must have mistaken him for his father. Then she took his hand and pressed it tightly to her chest. "I know... I know what you need."
Bryan knew only that he had to get her into the tent so she could sleep off her drunkenness. They finally reached the front of the tent, and Bryan somehow managed to get her inside safely. She stretched out on her sleeping bag and was snoring within seconds.
"Shit," Bryan said loudly as he walked back to the fire. "That was crazy."
He thought he heard thunder in the distance. He knew it was going to rain, but figured they still had a pretty safe spot. He took one last walk around the campground, made sure everything was secure, and then went into his tent. It was a beautiful summer evening, so he stripped down to his shorts, put his cell phone in his pocket, and turned off his flashlight. He lay there thinking about Judy Summers from biology class. She wasn't his type, or rather, he probably wasn't her type. Judy was very popular and the head cheerleader. She had long, flowing blonde hair, ice-blue eyes, and a creamy complexion. She was about 5'7", had huge breasts, and the sweetest smile he'd ever seen. The more he thought about her in her cheerleader outfit, the harder he got. Soon he reached into his shorts and started stroking himself.
Oh, how he had dreamed about Judy and what he would do to her if he had the courage to ask her out. He imagined them making out in the front seat of the family Volvo, then crawling into the back where he would unbutton her blouse and reveal her incredible, round, young, firm breasts. As he thought about pleasuring Judy's breasts, they suddenly transformed into his mother's larger, heavier ones. "Shit," he muttered, but he didn't stop stroking his penis. These were the only breasts he had ever touched, and he had to admit they were wonderfully heavy and full. He tried to imagine what that hard, incredible nipple looked like. It had felt incredibly long and thick against his palm. At that moment, a raindrop splattered on his forehead. "What the...?" Another raindrop hit his forehead, and then another, and another, and another. He rolled onto his side, grabbed his flashlight, and shone it on the roof of his tent. There was a large crack, as big as the Grand Canyon, that stretched halfway down the seam and which he hadn't noticed before.
"Damn it!" he yelled. Before he could even think about what to do next, it started to rain. It was pouring, and his tent was quickly filling with water. His sleeping bag was soaked through in seconds. Bryan grabbed the essentials and ran to his mother's tent. He fumbled with the zipper and the flap, but managed to get in. It was nice and warm and dry inside. His shorts were soaked; he took them off, threw them outside, and dried himself off.
His mother was still unconscious, but had rolled onto her back. He switched on his flashlight and looked for her clothing bag. He needed something to wear, but she must have put it in the Volvo. He only had the T-shirts in his bag.
"Shit," he muttered. "Shit, shit, shit!"
The tent was big enough for both of them, and his mother lay stretched out on a blanket. Her sleeping bag lay open on her sleeping mat next to her, and one of her pillows was there. She always slept with two pillows. His mother always brought a sheet with her when it was very warm.
Bryan thought he could spread out the sleeping bag, pull out the sheet, and they could cuddle up together. Bryan would explain everything to his mother in the morning. At some point, his mother must have made herself more comfortable, because she was still wearing her long nightgown, but she had taken off her sweatpants. Bryan lay on his back and, despite the misfortune, fell asleep a short time later to the hypnotic sound of the rain and dreamed of Judy Summers.
Sometime in the early morning, Bryan awoke from an incredible dream, in which, of course, Judy featured. At first, he didn't know where he was. Everything was pitch black, and someone was snuggled up to him. It was his mother. Somehow, he had managed to pull his sleeping bag away, and his mother had snuggled up to him in her sleep. He still had a massive erection from his dream with Judy, and then he realized something was wrong. His mother must have gotten hot during the night because she was now naked. Her extremely large and heavy breasts were pressing against his arm and chest, and her leg was wrapped around his. She had one hand on his groin, dangerously close to touching the tip of his throbbing penis, and her head was resting on his shoulder. He had to admit that it felt incredible to be snuggled up to a real, naked woman.
It was just too bad it was his mother. Bryan had to think. He had to get away from her without waking her. How was he going to explain why he was naked, cuddled up to her in her tent in the middle of the night? "Shit," he muttered, slowly pulling away from her, trying to get off her. As he did, her hand slid down his stomach and touched his penis. He held his breath and froze. Her breathing hadn't changed. She was still asleep, he thought. Then she did something astonishing and truly horrifying. She moved her hand further down and gripped his penis tightly. "Where... you... where... are you going, baby," she whispered, and began to stroke his penis. "So hard for me... mmm... country air is good for you... honey."
Bryan was paralyzed with fear and horror. He couldn't move or speak. He could barely breathe. His mother thought she was stroking his father. They had similar builds, and she must still be as drunk as she had been just a few hours earlier. Then, thankfully, she let go of him. Bryan tried to sit up and run to the Volvo, but before he could move, he felt her hot breath on his penis. She had turned so that her head was in his lap. "I think Baby's found something she likes," she said, giggling, before taking his penis into her mouth. "Mmm," she purred around the shaft as she moved her head up and down on his penis, slobbering obscenely all over him. "Oh... my... God!" Bryan groaned, a little too loudly. This was the most intense, incredible sensation he had ever experienced. His hands gripped her head, and he controlled the pace of their oral sex. His mother took her mouth off his penis. "Be quiet, honey, or you'll wake Bryan up." Then she sucked his rock-hard, throbbing cock back into her mouth.
"P... play with my balls..." Bryan said to his mother. He felt her grin, and her hand rose and cupped his testicles. She stroked them gently as she took his cock deep into her mouth and down her throat. Bryan hissed in agreement as she worked him with her hand and mouth. Bryan felt the tip of his cock touch her throat. She made obscene slurping noises as she moved her head back and forth on his shaft. It was far too much for Bryan, and without warning, he grunted and flooded her mouth with his semen. "Oh... uh..."
His mother didn't even flinch. She continued sucking his penis while he ejaculated into her mouth. She withdrew from his penis when he had finished.
"My goodness, baby," she laughed. "You almost drowned me with that load! Next time... let me know." She still had one hand on his penis.
"Wow... you're still hard, honey! Do you think you can keep going? Baby needs it," Bryan's mother said, pushing a drop of semen into her mouth.
Bryan was paralyzed in his sleeping bag. He had never experienced such an intense orgasm. It was nothing compared to what he'd done with his hand. He tried to come to terms with the fact that he had just ejaculated in his mother's mouth. She rolled onto her back next to him.
"Come on, baby, while he's still hard," she tugged hard on his cock and forced him to roll on top of her. He found himself on top of her, his glans at the entrance to her pussy. "Fuck me, baby," she hissed at him. "Love me like you used to."
God help him, but Bryan thrust his hips forward, and the warm folds of his mother's pussy slowly enveloped the tip of his penis. The sensation of being inside her warm pussy was even more incredible than her mouth. He froze for a moment as he realized what he was about to do.
“I need to come, baby,” she moaned, grabbing his hips and trying to force him inside her.
Bryan slowly thrust forward until his penis was fully inside his mother. "Oh... my... God... uh..."
Bryan had been a virgin up to that point. His body, however, instinctively knew what to do. He thrust back and forth, sliding his penis in and out of his mother's hot, wet pussy, building to a strong, rapid pace. Bryan's mother lifted her legs to his sides and pulled him against her soft, pleasantly plump body, drawing his head down to hers and kissing him passionately. He had no experience with kissing, but his mother did all the work, pressing her full lips to his and sucking his tongue into her mouth. It was another new, incredible sensation, and he paused for a moment. He secretly wondered how his mother hadn't known it was him and not his father. She broke the kiss, breathing heavily. "Don't stop... DARE YOU STOP!" his mother commanded. "Fuck me! Keep fucking me until I go soft!" she demanded, and Bryan obeyed.
Bryan found his rhythm again, thrusting his cock deep inside his mother again and again as they sucked on each other's tongues. She had wrapped her legs around him now and moaned with each powerful thrust into his mouth. He loved the feeling of their naked bodies pressed together. They broke the kiss to catch their breath. She writhed beneath him as he continued to thrust his cock inside her.
“Oh God, your baby needed that… uh… uh… I… uh… I’m coming,” she squealed. Her body trembled beneath him, and she rolled her head back, taking a deep breath. Her orgasm lasted several minutes, and Bryan didn’t stop fucking her.
He felt his own orgasm approaching. He knew he couldn't come inside his mother. She had relaxed her legs and was only gently holding his arms.
"That's it... uh... can you come again? Come for me."
With great effort, Bryan pulled his throbbing cock out of her pussy, aimed slightly upwards, and ejaculated his second load of the night onto her stomach. He sprayed several gushes of semen all over her, some of it splashing against the underside of one of her large tits. Finally, he stopped coming, knowing full well that his mother was covered in his semen.
She giggled in the darkness and told him to find her a towel. He reached around, found one of her white washcloths, which she never traveled without, and handed it to her. She wiped herself clean in the dark while he knelt in the tent, trying to comprehend what had just happened and what he was going to say to her. He needn't have worried, because seconds later she was snoring contentedly. When she was unconscious again, Bryan covered her with the sheet, and since he was just as sweaty as she was, he simply turned his back on her and climbed under the covers with her. Soon exhaustion overcame him, and he too fell asleep.
The next morning, Bryan woke with a start. A quick glance around revealed that it was light and, thankfully, his mother was still peacefully asleep under her blanket. Bryan jumped to his feet and peered out of the tent. It was still very early, and no one else was up and about on this side of the campground. He grabbed his large towel, wrapped it around his waist, and ran to the car. He found his bag with clothes and toiletries and went to the shower. The rain hadn't caused much damage; there hadn't been any flooding. In fact, only his tent and its soaked contents were ruined.
When Bryan returned to the campsite, his mother was tending the fire and preparing breakfast. She stopped as he approached, looked at him in a panic, and ran toward him. Bryan nearly choked on his own saliva and dropped his bag onto the road. A cold sweat broke out on his skin. Why was she looking at him like that? Did she know? Her breasts swung almost obscenely as she ran toward him. He quickly looked down. She reached him and grabbed his wrist. Bryan almost ran the other way, but as his legs tensed, her hand lifted his chin. "Oh God, Bryan," she said, pulling him toward the fire. "I'm so sorry! What happened to your tent? My God, I slept through everything! What happened?" Bryan let out a huge sigh of relief inside. He almost cried, he was so relieved. She didn't know anything, otherwise she would have said something. His mother handed him a cup of coffee. "This will warm you up," she said. She didn't know. His secret was safe.
“Thanks,” said Bryan, recovering, and he told her a family-friendly version of last night. “After we went to bed, there was a downpour. I hadn’t noticed, but there was a huge tear in the roof of my tent. There’s still a lake in it.” He took a big gulp of coffee.
"What have you been doing?" she asked, serving them both a plate of the breakfast she had been working on.
"So, I grabbed my things and ran into your tent. You were sleeping so soundly that I just snuggled up to you and fell asleep next to you."
"I'm so sorry, Bryan," she said, taking a sip of coffee. "I guess you can't fix it?"
“I can’t, I’m sorry,” he said, and ate her breakfast. They finished eating in silence. Bryan wondered all the time if his mother suspected anything. He felt like asking something, but he couldn’t find the right question. He was completely confused. His mother had taken his virginity last night, and he couldn’t share that fact with anyone in the world, least of all her!
When they had finished eating, they both went to the tent to see what could be salvaged. They hung his sleeping bag over a branch to dry, took down the tent and laid it aside to dry before putting it in the car. His mother gave him a few thoughtful looks as they sat down with another cup of coffee.
“So, here’s the question, darling,” his mother said as they started cleaning up the campsite. “I’d still like to stay up here at least one more night, but then I’d have to share my tent… if that’s alright with you.” She looked at him hopefully and gave Bryan her most beautiful smile. Her hands were on her hips, so her chest was thrust towards him. She wasn’t doing it on purpose, Bryan knew that, but he had to restrain himself from staring at her enormous breasts.
Bryan could only think about how he'd slid his cock between those wide hips last night, and how he had semen between those white teeth, smiling back at him now. His penis twitched involuntarily in his pants. He wanted to tell her they had to go home, but the dark side of his mind wondered if he could get his mother drunk enough for another round tonight. She'd never know.
“Bryan?” she said, stepping towards him and taking his hand. “Do you want to try?”
“Yes,” he said without thinking. “We can stay another night. How did you sleep?” he blurted out, without considering the consequences.
"Okay, I think I've had a bit too much to drink and some wild dreams. I need to take a shower, though. I'm all sticky and sweaty." "I'll be back in fifteen minutes, then we'll go on the hike we were talking about."
Bryan packed water and snacks for the hike into his small bag. He knew why it was sticky, and it hadn't let on. He took a deep breath and relaxed. "Hello," said a soft, high-pitched voice behind him. Bryan turned around. "Hello," Bryan replied, smiling.
There stood a young girl, not much older than Bryan, holding two gallons of water. "I'm Jenny... Jenny Bradford," she said. "We just pulled into the campground next to yours."
Great, thought Bryan. Now all he needed were neighbors. "I'm Bryan... Bryan Miller," he said.
“Are you camping alone?” she asked, looking at his lonely tent.
“No,” he said, and paused. What was he going to say next? “I share a tent with my mother.” Jenny looked at him expectantly, waiting for his answer.
"Uh... I'm camping with my girlfriend," he blurted out. Damn, damn, damn! Why was he saying that? How was he going to explain it to his mother?
“Oh! I’m here with my fiancée!” she said cheerfully.
“We need to get a drink later. It’s very romantic up here, isn’t it? See you then.” She walked briskly toward their campsite. Bryan noticed that they had opted for a huge RV instead of tents. He absentmindedly wondered what the inside looked like.
Bryan's mother returned a short time later, looking refreshed. She was wearing khaki shorts and a tight green T-shirt that accentuated her large breasts. He found himself stealing glances at her chest… Her thick, curly hair fell loosely over her shoulders. She noticed Bryan's gaze and gave him a questioning look. He jerked his head away. "Are we ready?" she asked, grabbing her small daypack. "Yes!" Bryan said, a little enthusiastically. "Okay. I'll just quickly put my rings in the car so I don't damage them or lose them on the way." They set off for the Stone Peak Trail. It was a fairly steep, winding path, and they struggled to reach the first viewpoint by midday, but they made it. Bryan's mother was a little out of shape and breathing heavily as she sat down on a log beside the trail. “I think we overdid it a bit,” said Bryan, handing his mother some water.
“No, I’m glad we did it. I’m fine. God knows I need the exercise!” she said, patting her soft belly. They stood there gazing at the beautiful valley until Bryan’s mother caught her breath. Then she brought out the lunch she had prepared for them. They ate together at the edge of the clearing.
Bryan sat very close to his mother, their knees touching. Bryan saw a smile creep onto his mother's face, which made him smile too.
"Oh! Hello, Bryan!" called a familiar voice from around the corner. Bryan and his mother turned and saw Jenny walking towards them, closely followed by an older man.
“Hello,” Bryan and his mother called out.
Jenny and the older man approached them, holding hands and smiling. She glanced over at Bryan's mother. "I'm Jenny Bradford, and this is my fiancé, John Owens. We're neighbors at the campground!"
Bryan and his mother stood up. Bryan winced inwardly, wondering how this would turn out, but Jenny took care of him.
“You must be the girlfriend Bryan said he was camping with,” she said, and walked over to Bryan’s mother. Bryan’s eyes met his mother’s as she shook Jenny’s hand. He was afraid of what she would say, but she played along.
“Yes,” she said, stepping back. “I’m Michelle… Michelle Rogers. It’s so nice to meet you. Why don’t you join us?” They exchanged pleasantries and handshakes, then sat together, enjoying the view and eating lunch. Bryan was nervous and uncomfortable the whole time. When they had spent a moment together and John and Jenny walked to the edge of the cliff, Bryan’s mother leaned toward him.
"What was that all about? Am I your girlfriend now?"
"So... Jenny came by this morning while you were showering, and she asked who I was camping with. I looked over at one of the tents and..."
"My goodness, I'm so sorry, Bryan! I didn't even think of that. Damn!" she giggled.
Bryan chuckled: "Do you understand why I said that?"
“Yes.”
"I never thought we'd see her again, you know?"
"Yes. Okay, so I'm your girlfriend today, right?"
"If you play along... yes."
"Yes, but have you noticed how old John is? He's old enough to be her father."
“I guess couples with a large age gap are the norm these days,” Bryan said, expressing his regret.
His mother laughed and playfully slapped him. "Stop it, I'm not that old yet."
“I never said that. You could easily pass for 24,” Bryan informs his mother. Although her figure has changed since his birth (wider hips, larger breasts), she has kept her waist flat, and her curves are definitely stunning. Most of his friends have told him how hot she is.
“Thanks…it’s good to know someone noticed.” A dejected sigh followed Michelle’s statement to her son. Before Bryan could reply, Jenny and John returned. “Hey, you two!” Jenny said cheerfully. She always seemed to be full of energy.
"Let's go to the Lovers' Leap. It's so romantic up there. Come on."
Bryan and his mother gathered their things and followed them up the path. Thirty minutes later they stood at the viewpoint, and it was a spectacular sight.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been here before,” said Bryan’s mother, walking to the edge, with Bryan following her.
"You know the legend, right?" asked Jenny, raising her eyebrows.
“No,” Bryan and his mother answered in unison. Jenny took John’s hand and pulled him close. “Legend says that lovers who kiss up here will stay together forever.” Jenny looked at Bryan and Michelle and frowned slightly. Then she nodded, as if she had made up her mind.
"That's cute," Bryan's mother said absently.
"There's more!" Jenny said, giggling. Bryan and his mother gave Jenny their full attention.
“Legend says that if two lovers consummate their love up here, you know?” she said, giving them a penetrating look. “If they do, the seed they sow will bear a blessed harvest. They say it always happens. Legend has it that this was an ancient fertility temple or something like that.”
"What do you mean?" Bryan asked stupidly.
"It means if you have sex here, you'll both have a baby," Jenny giggled.
Bryan turned bright red at the thought of fucking his mother.
Jenny called them both to the side. "You've never been up here before?"
“No,” Bryan and his mother said at the same time.
"Then you must kiss if you want to be together forever," she said, turning to John and kissing him passionately in front of mother and son.
Bryan and his mother stood there dumbfounded until Jenny pulled her lips away from John. She marched over to the couple and nudged Michelle in the ribs. "Go on, you two," she said, "get on with it!"
Bryan's mother turned to him and took his hand. "Well, we have to play along," she whispered, pressing her lips to Bryan's. Bryan put his arms around her waist as they kissed. It started with closed mouths, but then, for some inexplicable reason, Bryan felt the urge to explore his mother's mouth.
