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  "It sure is lots of fun, isn't it?"

  I went back to the stove to fill up another plate of food for myself.

  "What do you think you're doing?" Betty hissed at me under her breath.

  "Attending to your son."

  "Do you really think it's appropriate to wear a bikini at breakfast?"

  "What's wrong with wanting to get a jump on my tanning session?"

  "I don't think my son needs an eyeful of your matronly bosom first thing in the morning. You're going to put him off his meal."

  "Oh, stop being such a prude. If it makes you feel any better, my nipples are covered this time."

  "Thank God for small mercies! Now behave yourself today, Candice." If only my friend knew I'd already done so much more to her boy.

  I joined my son on the opposite side of the picnic bench. His own meal sat untouched before him.

  "You don't like my cooking?" I asked.

  "I love it, Mom. I just don't have much of an appetite this morning."

  I frowned in concern. "Are you feeling okay, honey?" I reached out and placed a hand on his forehead to see if he was running a fever. He flinched at my touch.

  "I'm fine," he said and brushed me away. "Is everything okay with you?" There was a funny look in his eye as if he had a secret he wanted to share, but couldn't.

  "With me?"

  "Yes." He fixed me with an intense and penetrating stare.

  Oh, God! Did he know I'd given Jack a blowjob? The noise I'd heard outside the pup tent last night: had it been my son eavesdropping on my intimate sexual moment? I was mortified that I'd been discovered, but I knew well enough that I couldn't confess my misbehavior. I decided it was much easier to feign innocence.

  "I'm feeling wonderful this morning," I said with a breezy tone. "And why not? I really love camping, don't you?"

  He didn't look completely convinced by my response. But because I hadn't reacted in a guilty way he seemed to relax a little. Had I managed to fool him?

  "Um, yeah," he agreed. "I really love camping too. Thanks for arranging this trip for us, Mom."

  "Well, it gives us one last chance to bond before you leave home, doesn't it. I'm not going to see you for months once you go away to college. I'm going to miss you so much, honey."

  "I'm going to miss you too, Mom." He tucked into his meal properly, and I gave an inward sigh of relief.

  I found it difficult to concentrate on my own breakfast. Half my attention was focused on Jack. My heart leapt into my throat when he peeled off his shirt and said he was going down to the beach.

  "I think I'll catch some rays too," I said as I scarfed down the last of my meal and got to my feet.

  "Wait for me," Betty said, following close on my heels. I knew she wanted to keep an eye on me. I was pretty certain she was the only one who didn't know what had transpired between me and Jack last night. But perhaps she suspected? Had my breath smelled like cum when I woke up this morning?

  Half an hour later the four of us were lounging on our towels along the shore of Lake Petankwah. I was still a bit miffed about Betty's comment that I was exposing my 'matronly' breasts to her son. I know it was mean of me, but I decided to be even more provocative today, partly to push her buttons, and partly to prove to everyone that I had a delightful bosom. Reaching behind I unhooked my top and cast it aside. This time I didn't bother to cover my bare breasts with my forearms.

  Betty seethed. "What to you think you're doing?"

  "I'm getting some sun. What's the big deal?"

  "Neil and Jack are sitting over there."

  I flapped a dismissive hand at her. "They're old enough to have seen breasts before."

  "Stop acting like a fool and cover yourself."

  "Boys?" I called out. They were reclining a few yards away and hadn't yet noticed my state of undress. "You won't be offended if I go topless, will you? I'd like to get a nice even tan." I ran my fingers through my hair and gave my golden locks a vigorous fluffing, knowing full well that my chest was wobbling and swaying in an enticing manner. My nipples were already hard in anticipation of how Jack would react.

  "Fine by me, Mrs. Beckley," Jack said, not bothering to look up from his phone. He was engrossed in something on the screen. Was there anywhere in this damned wilderness that was devoid of a signal? Why couldn't he focus his attentions on me for a change?

  To my surprise it was my stepson who was having a hard time looking away. I found it impossible to believe that he'd be genuinely interested in his stepmother's boobs. There had to be a logical explanation for his unwavering gaze.

  "Is there something wrong, honey? Have I got something stuck to my chest?" I brushed a hand between my cleavage and over my nipples in case I'd picked up a smudge of dirt, or there was a stray leaf stuck to my torso.

  There was nothing there.

  Neil got to his feet and excused himself. "Uh, I think I'm going to take a walk for a while," he said and headed back towards the campsite. No doubt he was horrified by seeing me unclothed and was too polite to ask me to cover up.

  "There, is that enough to convince you to put on your top?" Betty asked.

  She was probably right, but I wasn't about to admit defeat. In any event I really did want to get some sun without any nasty tan lines. I lay back, settled my hands behind my head and closed my eyes. The rays of the sun quickly warmed my body. All the while I imagined how it would feel to have Jack's mouth moving across my breasts, lapping at my hard, dark nipples. I pictured him kissing a path to my belly button and peeling back the waistband of my bikini to explore the velvety slit between my legs. All too soon I drifted off, lost in a lovely erotic dream.

  *

  I awoke with a start and sat up on my elbows. I'd left my watch in the tent and had no idea how long I'd been asleep, but the sun was definitely higher in the morning sky. Betty had pulled her big sun hat over her face and was snoring peacefully beside me. Neil had still not returned from his walk. Jack was lying on his back wearing a pair of sunglasses. Even from this distance I could tell he was roasting like a lobster. I crawled over to him and shook him by the shoulder.

  "Jack. Wake up, honey. You're getting burned." I was down on all fours above him, my breasts swayed above his face in tantalizing circles. "Let me put some sunscreen on you."

  He was still groggy as I sat back on my heels and squirted a generous dollop of soothing cream into my hand. I took a quick glance over my shoulder to make sure Betty was still fast asleep before I began to rub the oil into the taut muscles of Jack's chest.

  "What are you doing, Mrs. Beckley?"

  "We don't want you to ruin your beautiful young skin, do we."

  "I can do this myself. I don't need your help."

  "There's no need to be shy," I said in a whisper. "I love doing things for you. But you know that already, don't you."

  "Do I?"

  "Come now, don't be so coy." I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his ear. My nipples scraped across his bicep. "I can do so much more for you if you'd like." I hoped the invitation would be enough to inspire him to whisk me away into the forest for a quick tussle in the ferns.

  "Uh sure," he said, a look of uncertainty written all over his face. "You know, maybe there is something you could do for me. Right here, right now."

  My heart began to race. I took another furtive glance at Betty to make sure she hadn't stirred. Jack certainly was daring. Did he really want to try something right here in the open, in front of his mother? I was so horny I was game for almost anything.

  "What do you want me to do," I murmured in a trembling breath.

  "You can do my back," he said and rolled onto his belly. "It's kind of hard for me to reach."

  This wasn't quite the activity I'd expected, but I complied with his wishes anyway. I rubbed the lotion on him, marveling at his broad shoulders and the v-shape of his lats. My fingers drifted to the small of his back. I hesitated for a moment. Did I dare go lower?

  "Whoa, what are you doing?" he yelped and sa
t up on his forearms as my fingers slipped beneath his waistband to touch the crest of his firm young buttocks.

  "Shh, keep your voice down," I said. "I just wanted to make sure you were thoroughly covered."

  "I think I'm fine now, Mrs. B. You can stop. Thanks."

  I guess Jack wasn't brave enough to go all the way with me when his mother was within earshot. Never mind, I had plans for him tonight that would leave him begging me for more.

  Chapter Four

  I slipped out of my panties before I left the tent. I didn't want to mess around with any unnecessary undressing when I crawled in next to Jack. Also, in the event that I had to escape for some reason, I didn't want to be hindered by extra clothing.

  As I stepped into the darkness I tugged at the hem of my oversized t-shirt to cover my bare ass. My nipples ached in anticipation, and I could already feel my pussy flooding with the warm slippery juice of my arousal. In a few short minutes I'd have that monstrous cock buried deep inside me, and I could hardly wait.

  I slipped between the flaps of the pup tent and felt my way up Jack's body in the dark. His night-time erection stood proud and firm, and I couldn't resist pumping him a few times to gently wake him from his slumber. He raised his head and was about to speak, but I told him to shush.

  "Don't say a word," I breathed. "We don't want anyone else to hear. Just lie back. I've got a wonderful surprise in store for you tonight."

  I turned myself around, with my back towards him, and pulled my t-shirt over my hips. It was a pity it was too dark for him to fully appreciate the heart-shaped curve of my buttocks. I considered my booty to be one of my sexiest features after my breasts.

  I straddled his hips and rested my hands on his shins. I really wished it was his broad chest beneath me, but I was too paranoid to have my back to the entrance. I wanted to be able to keep an eye out through the gap in the tent flap in case anyone came by.

  My pussy was so wet that I could feel myself dripping into Jack's lap. He reached up to grip me by the hips and lowered me onto his throbbing shaft.

  I felt the hot press of his tip against my hungry hole as he eased inside me. He was barely an inch into my channel when something blossomed deep within my belly. A perfect flood of pleasure washed through me. Oh God, how was this possible? Don't tell me I was coming already? I was convulsing in ecstasy before my ass had even come to rest in Jack's lap. It was a good job he was holding me tight because I didn't have enough strength left in my trembling legs to support myself. I writhed against him, feeling his cock move snugly inside my quivering cunt.

  He said nothing, but I could tell by the way he dug his fingers into my ass cheeks that he was enjoying this surprise visit as much as I was. I began to ride his length, up and down. I'd only managed a few brief strokes when my second climax crashed through me. How was it possible for a grown woman like me to prematurely orgasm again?

  Jack could no longer contain himself. He began to drive his cock in and out of my cunt with a furious intensity. His breath came in harsh hisses and grunts. He was going to come just as fast as I had.

  If I'd been thinking responsibly I would have brought one of the condoms I always kept in my purse for emergencies. Even if I had it with me now, I doubt I would have stopped to insist he put it on. I craved this young man's semen with a passion I'd never known. I wanted him to fill my pussy the same way he'd filled my ravenous mouth the night before.

  Jack's cock bucked inside me, and he stifled a cry. I had forgotten how powerfully a nineteen-year-old man could ejaculate. His cock unleashed its thick load into my cunt with such force that I convulsed again. Or maybe I was just experiencing the sensation of my third orgasm ripping through my body. His cock felt like it had swelled to almost twice its diameter as he continued to pour into me. My pussy was bathed in his precious seed.

  The rasping sounds of our breathing filled the air for several long minutes as we struggled to recover. My body was dewed with sweat. My cunt continued to twitch and pulse around his length. I almost didn't want to lift myself away from him because I didn't want a single bit of his cum to trickle out of me. As much as I wanted to stay in this pup tent all night long, I knew I'd already lingered longer than I should.

  I reached back to caress Jack's face and remind him once again, "Our little secret." Then I climbed off him and crawled out of the tent. As I pulled my t-shirt down to cover my buttocks I could feel his warm cum oozing down the insides of my thighs. The fallen branches and rough stones around the campsite bit into my bare feet as I hurried back to my tent, but the pain barely registered. My body glowed with a satisfied elation I hadn't experienced in years.

  Chapter Five

  It's amazing how a good fuck has the power to leave one feeling so refreshed and rejuvenated. I swear, I hadn't slept this well in ages. And I certainly hadn't orgasmed so many times in a row in my entire life. What miracles had Jack performed on my body last night? I was positive that my skin was glowing as I threw back the covers and got dressed. There was a spring in my step as I helped Betty prepare breakfast.

  This time I was as bashful as a school girl around Jack. I couldn't bring myself to look him in the eye for fear of doing something rash and indecent to his body. Other than a brief exchange of "good mornings" we hardly spoke a word to each other during the meal.

  After Betty and I finished washing up and putting away the cooking gear, Neil came over and asked if I wanted to go on a hike with him. To be honest I didn't want to. I had a sneaking suspicion that my son might try to confront me again about the goings-on in Jack's tent.

  "I thought you and Jack wanted to play football on the beach," I said, searching for an excuse.

  Neil shook his head. "Not today. I kind of feel like taking a stroll, and I don't want to go alone."

  I knew I'd only draw more suspicion to myself if I refused, so I reluctantly agreed.

  Neil waited until we were far from the campsite before he spoke again. Even though there was no one else around, his voice dropped to a whisper. "I can't believe what you did last night, Mom."

  My worse fears were realized. "You knew?"

  He looked at me like I was an idiot. "Of course I did. How could I not?"

  I gripped his arm and held him tight. "Promise me you'll keep this a secret. You can't breathe a single word."

  "Jeeze, Mom! There's no way in hell I'm telling anyone about this. This whole thing took me by surprise."

  "Look, I'm not going to apologize for what I did. Just because I'm older doesn't mean my sexual urges have gone away. I've always been attracted to younger men. I adore their firm bodies, their never-ending erections, their…" I suddenly realized I was confessing these things out loud to my son, and I was embarrassed by my careless candor. "Oh, God. I shouldn't be having this conversation with you."

  "No, Mom, I totally understand. I feel the same way. About older women, I mean. I like someone who's confident and experienced in bed."

  My eyes widened in alarm. "Please tell me you weren't molested by your teachers at school!" Those were the only older women I imagined Neil would be around, other then Betty, of course. Oh, God! Had Betty already seduced my son in secret? Didn't she admit the other day that Neil was such a handsome young man? My stomach tightened in revulsion. "Have you and Betty—"

  "No, Mom, of course not!"

  "Who was it then? Who was this mature woman you were with?"

  "I dated a college girl for a few weeks during my senior year in high school. She was twenty-three and really knew her stuff in bed."

  I couldn't help but laugh in relief. The fact that my nineteen-year old stepson thought a twenty-three-year old girl was 'older' seemed ridiculous to me. "Oh, honey, that's so sweet." I reached up to caress his face.

  "Mom, why didn't you just come out and say you were attracted? Why all the secrecy? Why all the sneaking around?"

  "I think the answer's pretty obvious, don't you? Most people wouldn't understand."

  He nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I guess th
at kinda makes sense."

  "Well I'm glad there's someone around here who doesn't think I'm a complete freak for liking them young."

  "Mom, I'd never consider you a freak. Ever."

  "Thank you, honey."

  We walked in silence beneath the leafy canopy of trees. I couldn't help but daydream about my wonderful experience from the night before. Sure, the tent had been cramped and stuffy, but the moment of penetration had been nothing short of pure heaven. I could still feel that thick cock stretching me apart as I was filled to the brim.

  "You know what surprised me the most, Mom," Neil said, interrupting my reverie.

  "What's that?"

  "It's when you let me come inside you. I have to admit, that was pretty hot."

  I stopped dead in my tracks. A cold chill went through my body. It felt like all the air had been sucked from my lungs. "Wh-what did you just say?" I gasped.

  There was a big grin on his face. "I said it was so hot."

  "No. Before that."

  "I said I was surprised you let me come inside you."

  The forest felt like it was spinning out of control around me. "Neil, what are you talking about?"

  He frowned at me in confusion. "What do you think I'm talking about? Last night, Mom. Don't you remember? And the night before, too."

  I staggered back a step. Oh God, the body I'd touched, the cock I'd sucked, the man I'd been fantasizing about for the last two days … it had been my stepson all along! I'd fucked my stepson!

  I clamped a hand across my mouth. "What the hell have I done?" Had I really been so blinded by my horniness that I slipped into the wrong tent in the middle of the night?

  Neil seemed oblivious to my horror. "Now that we're out here in the woods, away from everyone, we don't have to sneak around anymore." He took a step closer and put his hands on my hips. "We can do it out in the open, in the daylight, so we can see each other properly."

  "No, Neil, what are you doing," I said as I tried to pull myself away from him.

  "I used to think I was a pervert for wanting you so much, Mom. You don't know what a relief it is to know you feel the same way about me. Of course, I wasn't really sure at first."