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  "No, honey, you've got it all wrong."

  "Yesterday, when we were at the beach and you took off your top, the sight of your half-naked body made me so hard. I had to leave in a hurry because it would be too embarrassing if everyone realized you were the reason I was so turned on."

  How had I got the pup tents mixed up? Sure, it was dark, but I swore I was crawling in to see Jack. Fuck! Was it really my stepson's cock that I'd sucked? Was it really Neil's cum that I'd savored and enjoyed. Was it really his thick length that had caused me to orgasm three times in a row? No man had ever been able to do that to me before.

  I buried my face in my hands in shame. What was wrong with me? I'd let my son shoot his cum deep inside my pussy. I'd been intimate with him in the worst way possible. What made it even worse was that despite the horror of realizing what I'd done, I still craved more. The boy I'd raised since he was fifteen was now a man. I felt dirty knowing that I'd lusted after him these last two days.

  Neil pushed me up against a tree. "I want to see more of your gorgeous body, Mom. I can't wait a moment longer."

  "Please, let go of me." I struggled against him, but he was too strong to resist.

  His fingers traced the curves of my hips. He tugged on the strings that held my bikini bottoms together. The garment fell away, leaving me totally exposed. My son reached between my legs and cupped my mound in a possessive grip, as if my sex was already his for the taking.

  "We can't do this," I whimpered. "It's not right."

  "If it isn't right then why are you so wet, Mom?" He tipped his head to one side and tried to kiss me.

  "You shouldn't do that! You shouldn't kiss me like that."

  He hesitated, his mouth hovered a few millimeters from my trembling lips. "You weren't so shy when we were in the dark," he said. "Perhaps there's another place you'd like to be kissed instead?"

  A wave of goose bumps traveled the length of my body as his warm mouth descended on my neck. His tongue flickered out, tracing the line of my collar bone. With clawed fingers he pulled the shoulder straps of my bikini top down my arms. The fabric hung loosely on my breasts, exposing me. Neil kissed an eager path over the swells of my tits. His tongue moved in sensual circles over my wide, dark areolas. I shivered as my nipples tightened into stiff peaks long before he nibbled and sucked at them.

  My son alternated back and forth, lavishing each breast with attention. His gentle kisses were punctuated with the darting flutter of his tongue. Before long, his warm saliva trickled across my nipples. I'm ashamed to admit I moaned in pleasure more than once.

  He held my wrists in a tight grip as he kissed a path from my breasts to my belly button. My breathing became more ragged as he went lower still. Before I realized what was happening I felt his nose brush against the downy tuft of hair that covered my mound. Despite my protests for him to stop, my legs spread apart as if they had a will of their own.

  "Mom, your pussy is so beautiful," he murmured as he nuzzled against me.

  "No, Neil. Don't. Please don't."

  He released me at last. There was nothing stopping me from pushing away from the tree and walking back to the campsite. For some crazy reason I didn't move a muscle.

  "What are you afraid of, Mom?" he whispered into my crotch. "You've swallowed my cum. It's only fair that I know how good you taste, too."

  The warmth of his breath on my slit and the heat of his cheek on my thigh was almost enough to undo me. "No, baby, you can't," I blurted. "You shouldn't."

  But it was too late.

  His mouth met the pouting lips of my vulva. His hands rested on my thighs and I felt his thumbs slowly part the moist pink folds of my pussy. He was exposing me in a way that no mother should ever be exposed to her son. Without any warning he swiped his tongue across my wet opening. My traitorous pussy closed around his penetrating length in a desperate attempt to draw him deeper inside me.

  I moaned with unbridled shame as I heard the sounds of sucking and licking from between my wide-spread thighs. Despite my resistance, I couldn't deny that this moment was wildly arousing. My son was eating my cunt! Part of me wanted to push him away. Part of me wanted to surrender to the hungry cravings of my perverted passions.

  "Oh … God!" I whimpered as his hot tongue laved me over and over. A thousand volts of electricity rushed through my loins as his lips and tongue explored my intimate places. Then my eyes snapped wide as Neil slid a single finger into my depths. Like a magician he conjured a fresh wave of passion from my loins as he stroked that special sweet-spot buried deep within. I clenched my teeth tight but couldn't stop the gushing response from my pussy. My wetness poured like a river into the palm of his hand.

  I squeezed my eyes shut again, determined to fight the sensations that consumed me. If I didn't come it meant I wasn't turned on. If I wasn't turned on, then I knew I didn't have any feelings for my son.

  God, why did his tongue have to do such thrilling things to my pussy? Another gush of wetness poured from my hole as he slipped a second finger inside me.

  The last of my resistance crumbled. I felt like I was having an out-of-body experience. I could hear my voice in the distance saying, "Yes, yes! Lick my pussy! Lick it harder, baby. Lick it harder!" I began to shudder as waves of bliss ripped through me. "I'm coming! Oh, Neil, I'm coming!"

  My fingers dug into the bark of the tree behind me. I didn't dare touch my son out of fear that I might never let go of him again.

  I came in a series of spurting gushes that drenched my son's mouth and chin in my creamy ecstasy. I shuddered and convulsed for several long minutes before I collapsed, weak-kneed, into his arms.

  His fingers pushed up through my hair as he tilted my head back. I could feel him kissing me, hard. I could taste the slickness of my pussy on his lips. His tongue was in my mouth: probing, exploring. My own tongue joined his in a passionate tangle. We knelt there in the undergrowth, our bodies pressed together, our mouths joined. Mother and son united in the most taboo act of all.

  The steel of his erection bulged through his shorts. I'd barely recovered from my orgasm and already I craved more. My hands were no longer under my control as I clawed at Neil's waistband, desperate to get at that penis that had already brought me so much pleasure.

  My son sprang free, looking even more glorious in the daylight. I wanted to marvel at the beauty of his phallus, to caress it, to stroke it against my cheek.

  But my son's rough hands were around my hips once more. He turned me around and pushed me down on all fours with my ass high in the air.

  "No one has ever fucked me the way you fucked me last night, Mom," he growled. "Now I'm going to show you what it's like when I'm in control."

  He clutched his stiffened prick in his fist and eased the bulbous, blood-engorged head along the crack of my ass before letting it come to a rest at my drooling slit.

  I groaned in surrender as the lips of my cunt sucked at him, eager to pull his throbbing length all the way into the burning heat of my core. My whole body shook with incestuous passion.

  "Do it, baby," I panted. "Do it! Fuck me hard. Make your mother scream!" Tears of lustful desperation ran down my cheeks. What we were about to do was so wrong, but I couldn't help myself. I wanted my baby inside me. I wanted him to fill me with his creamy essence.

  With a harsh grunt he slammed forward. His stiff prick surged into my belly with a gut-wrenching penetration that jolted the breath from my lungs. Deeper and deeper he plowed into me, stretching my lips and opening me wider than I'd ever been opened before.

  I pushed backwards to meet each one of his powerful thrusts, wriggling my hips and grinding my buttocks against my son's erection. Sometimes he teased me by pulling out so that only the swollen tip of his cock remained between my splayed pussy-lips. Then, with a gasp of pleasure, he would sink into my depths once more.

  "You're so deep in my cunt! God, I love it! I love it so much!" My long blonde hair flailed around my face as my head swayed from side to side.

  I g
asped as my son pried the cleft of my ass apart. A moistened finger pressed against the puckered opening of my anus. Before I could cry out in protest, Neil shoved the wet digit into my rectum. I'd never done anything like this before, and I groaned in surprise. The pain only lasted for a moment. He worked his finger in and out of my anus in perfect rhythm with his thrusting cock. The exquisite sensation of having both orifices filled at the same time left me speechless. With each surge of Neil's cock I drew closer and closer to the pinnacle of arousal.

  "Fuck yes, yes, yes! I'm coming, baby. I'm coming so hard!" My screams filled the air. I didn't care if the whole forest heard me explode. I didn't care if my voice carried all the way to the lake where Betty and Jake were lying on the beach.

  Neil's voice joined mine in a howling chorus of delight. The hot flood of his seed surged deep into my welcoming hole, filling me until I overflowed with his bounty.

  When he was finished, he pulled me upright and wrapped me in his arms. His twitching cock was still buried deep inside me as I sat back on his thighs. His erection was undiminished despite his orgasm.

  "I love you, Mom," he whispered into my ear.

  "Oh, baby. I love you too."

  Epilogue

  "That must have been quite the invigorating hike," Betty remarked as Neil and I returned to the campsite.

  "What do you mean by that?" I replied, feeling a guilty blush rise in my cheeks. Did she know? Did she suspect I'd been fucking my stepson only a few minutes earlier? Was there evidence of our illicit coupling still on my body?

  "You're looking awfully sweaty, that's all. It must have been quite the difficult trail." There was no accusation in Betty's eyes, much to my relief. She was merely curious.

  "It was certainly challenging, that's for sure. I never expected to go so deep … into the forest." I shot a knowing look at my son.

  "Did you take a tumble, Mrs. Beckley?" Jake asked and pointed at my dirty knees.

  I didn't realize until now that my hands were also filthy from being taken doggy-style by my son.

  "She lost her footing for a bit," Neil replied. "Luckily I was there to help her out."

  Betty's brow furrowed in concern. "Well I'm glad you're both back safely. I'm not so sure about these woods."

  "What do you mean?" I asked.

  "Didn't you hear it?"

  "Hear what?"

  "The wolves. There must have been a whole pack of them out there, howling in the hills. I was worried you might run into them."

  Neil and I exchanged another look and we had to try very hard not to laugh. Had we really been that loud?

  "I for one am glad we're packing up and leaving today," Betty continued. "I don't feel safe knowing there are wild creatures about. Especially at night."

  On the drive home Neil and I sat in the back seat, our fingers secretly entwined. The weekend was supposed to be an opportunity to spend time with my son before he went off to college. I never expected us to bond in such a unique and special way. As for Jack, I didn't give him a second thought, or a second glance. There was only one man in my life now. A man who could give me everything my heart—and my pussy—desired.

  I couldn't wait until Betty dropped us off. There was sure to be a lot more howling once Neil and I got to my bedroom.

  * * *

  STORY 12

  "Brandi, sweetie, what are you wearing this morning? Or should I say not wearing?" My mother looked me over with a frown of disapproval as I stepped into the kitchen.

  "My pajamas," I said with an innocent shrug. "I just woke up."

  "Those are most certainly not pajamas."

  I had come downstairs wearing a t-shirt without a bra underneath, and a simple pair of black panties. "This is what I always put on when I go to bed. It's comfortable."

  "Yes, well it's not an appropriate way to dress in front of your parents."

  My stepfather, who sat at the kitchen table munching a piece of toast, didn't bother to look up from his tablet as I argued with my mother. "Joyce, you heard the girl," he said, "she just wants to be comfortable."

  "I can see Brandi's nipples through that flimsy top."

  "I can see your nipples too," I retorted. Mom's ample cleavage wobbled behind the loosely tied folds of her robe. The cool morning air made her little nubs pop out just as much as mine.

  "Yes, but I'm covered up."

  "I am too," I insisted and waved my hands in front of my big tits. "So what's the big deal?"

  "For starters your clothing is much too tight. Your boobs are stretching the fabric to the breaking point. I can see the brown circles of your areolas as clear as day." She turned to my stepfather again. "Do you see this, honey?"

  Don glanced up from his tablet, gave a disinterested grunt, and went back to reading the news.

  "And as for that," Mom continued, pointing at my crotch, "is that considered underwear at all? Have I accidentally wandered into a sleazy strip club this morning?"

  "What's wrong with my panties?" I squawked.

  "There's hardly enough fabric there to cover a mosquito."

  I suppose she had a point. But what nineteen-year-old girl in her right mind would be caught dead wearing granny panties? True, there was barely enough lace to hide my slit, and the plump lips of my labia were bisected by the snug gusset. Still it could have been worse. At least I kept my mound shaved clean. If my mother thought the low-cut front was revealing, it was a good job she couldn't see me from behind where my thonged cheeks were bare and hanging out.

  "As far as I'm concerned, underwear like that is reserved for special occasions only," my fuming mother continued. "It's not for traipsing around the house."

  "Mom, it’s the modern style. Just because you're out of touch doesn't mean—"

  "No back-talk," she snapped. "You look like a whore in that get-up."

  My stepfather let out an impatient sigh as he grew tired of the constant bickering. "Joyce, what's the problem? The girl just woke up. Stop hassling her about her underwear."

  "Don, I can see her privates from across the room. She may as well have a flashing neon sign on her crotch that says, 'Hello world, here is my cooter.'"

  "At least the girl is wearing something. It would be a whole other story if she came downstairs buck naked."

  "Stop taking her side. I'm trying to talk some sense into my daughter." She turned back to me. "You need to go upstairs and change into some proper clothes this instant."

  "Mom," I whined, "I need to eat breakfast first. I'm hungry."

  "Breakfast can wait." She glanced at the clock on the wall. "Shouldn't you be getting ready for college? You slept in late this morning. I hope this isn't going to be like high school where you think you can cut classes all the time."

  "Mom, I haven't cut a single class this semester. And how am I supposed to be a good student if I don't have something to eat? I need fuel for my brain cells. If I miss breakfast I'll be tired and listless for the rest of the day."

  I made a big deal of yawning and stretching my arms high above my head. In the process, my t-shirt rode up my slender stomach to reveal my recently pierced belly-button. I got it my first week as a freshman. Partly because it looked cute, but mostly because I knew it would irritate Mom to no end. She believed only call-girls wore body piercings.

  God, she was so old-fashioned.

  As if on cue, Mom began to pucker-up at the sight of my cute, bejeweled belly. I also noticed that Daddy's attention was finally stirred. He actually looked up from his tablet and let his eyes linger on the smooth tanned flesh of my midriff.

  I had to hide a smirk as I sidled over to the breakfast table and slumped down in the chair across from him.

  Mom folded her arms across her chest, nearly causing her big floppy breasts to spill from the opening of her robe. She was a fine one to talk about revealing clothing. Why wasn't she bundled up like an Amish woman, the same way she expected me to dress?

  I could almost see the steam coming out of her ears as she turned to her husband.
"Don, I need you to do a little parenting and inform your stepdaughter that she's inappropriately dressed. I don't have time for this tom-foolery. I have to get ready for work before I'm late." She turned and pointed an accusing finger at me. "When I come downstairs after my shower, young lady, you'd better be wearing something less offensive."

  Mom turned on her heel and stormed out of the room.

  "This is hardly offensive," I said with a sulky pout. "She's totally over-exaggerating. Don't you agree, Daddy?"

  I took to calling Don my 'daddy' soon after he and Mom started dating. I said it to tease him at first, but now that he and Mom were officially married, I could legitimately use the term of endearment. I knew it made Mom fume to hear me call him that, especially when I spoke in a little girl voice.

  "Honestly, Brandi," he replied as he swiped his tablet, "as far as I'm concerned, you look fine. Just don't leave the house dressed like that."

  I leaned forward so my breasts rested on the table in front of me. They looked even bigger than they already were. My hard nipples strained inside my t-shirt as if they were about to rip through the material.

  "See anything interesting this morning, Daddy?" I cooed.

  He spluttered as he took a sip of coffee. "Excuse me?"

  "In the news," I explained innocently, and pointed to the device in front of him.

  "Oh, right." He mopped his upper lip dry. "No, nothing new to report. It's the same old stuff. Wars, crime, inflation." His eyes flickered briefly to my chest. If possible, my nipples grew stiffer and even more achy under his gaze.

  Don was an attractive man, so strong and sexy. I'd been jealous of Mom from the very start, ever since they started hooking up with each other. That's part of the reason why I always went out of my way to tease Don so much. We all knew I was younger and better looking than my mother, with twice the curves. I was the forbidden fruit that Daddy couldn't have. And I liked to dangle that fruit in front of him every chance I got.