I adored my son. He was all I had left, my husband, his father, having succumbed to cancer after a brief but hard fought fight against it the previous year. Davy had been a miracle baby, we’d married young and both of us wanting children, tried for years to have a baby without success, somehow I just couldn’t conceive, then had gone down the IVF route, each course failing until finally on the very last attempt it had taken and I was pregnant, with twins!
Sadly, despite my husband wrapping me in cotton wool, one twin was not viable and so only Davy was born. I adored him from birth as did my husband. He watched me feed him one day, sucking ravenously at my breast, “Just like his father,” he said, “a tit man!” And now he was gone leaving just Davy, now eighteen, and me.
He had finished school and had nervously waited for his results to confirm his entry into University, although there was never really any doubt that he would be accepted. He’d proven to be everything we had hoped he’d be, bright, personable and good at sports and it was with huge sadness I realised that my husband would never see his full potential realised.
We sat together one day and it suddenly hit me that soon my boy would be setting off into the adult world to fend for himself. I’d given birth to him, suckled him and raised him, nursing him through his childhood illnesses, his teen angst and now it was time for the fledgling to leave the nest. Not that he was a Mummy’s boy, fiercely independent, standing six foot two with blond hair and blue eyes just like his father.
Out of the blue an idea hit me, “Why don’t we have one last hurrah Davy, let’s go somewhere, a holiday together before you leave me for good.”
“Oh come on Mum, it’s not for ever, I’ll always be around, you know that, but a holiday together sounds great. Where?”
“Wherever you want.”
“How about camping in the South of France, I loved those holidays we had there with Dad. Oh sorry Mum, I didn’t mean to upset you, I miss him too.”
“You’ll never upset me by talking about your Dad, it’s only by talking about him that we’ll keep his memory alive. South of France it is, we can dig out the old tent and everything and have a wonderful time.”
So it was that a few weeks later we were bowling down a French motorway, the estate car full of camping gear and clothes, heading for warmer climes. We were going to an old favourite site near Beziers and were both looking forward to rekindling old memories and creating new ones. It was a long drive and we’d decided to stop off in a hotel on the way, sharing a family room.
It was comfortable, with two large double beds and we settled in after dinner to rest after the drive. I went into the bathroom first and peed, brushed my teeth and changed into my comfortable night attire, panties and a baggy tee shirt. I came out and let Davy go in as I got into my bed. When he emerged he was bare chested and I couldn’t help but admire his developed physique. He turned away from me and dropped his trousers and in just his boxer shorts got into his bed. “Night Mum,” he said as I turned off the light.
I struggled to sleep, my brain still travelling at 110 kph and I lay there still, trying to relax, controlling my breathing to a slow regular intake and exhalation of air. Still sleep didn’t come, and my ears picked up a rustling from the bed next to me, a rhythmical rustling of sheets. Suddenly I realised what it was, my son was masturbating.
I wasn’t sure what to do, make a noise to show I was still awake or just lie there. I chose the latter and lay still, but my body started to betray me and I found I was getting a bit turned on by the knowledge of what he was doing. Of course I knew he masturbated, what 18 year old didn’t, especially a boy. I’d seen enough evidence of it on his sheets to be certain.
My hand crept down to my panties and stroked gently, just as with a grunt the noise stopped and all was quiet. Fearful of my own activity being discovered I reluctantly stopped as I heard my son’s breathing take on a different rhythm as he went to sleep.
I must have followed shortly afterwards as the next thing I knew it was daylight and time to stir. I got out of bed and peered at Davy who seemed to be still asleep. I crept quietly into the bathroom and showered, realising as I finished that I had no clothes with me and would have to go back into the bedroom to get dressed. We’d never been prudes in our house, but I didn’t feel particularly comfortable about being naked in the same room as my son, and wondered how we’d manage.
I came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped round me, covering me as best I could, to see Davy sitting up in bed. “Morning Mum, glad you’ve finished, I can get in there now. You can get dressed while I shower.” With that he sprang out of bed and strode into the bathroom closing the door behind him.
There was a familiar smell in the room and I sniffed. Spunk! My son had been masturbating again! I confirmed my suspicions with a sneaky look at his sheets, seeing the wet cum marks. Just like his father, I thought, horny as hell in the mornings. I was dressed by the time Davy came out, going back in ostensibly to dry my hair, to allow him to dress.
We were soon back on the road arriving at the campsite late afternoon, and were guided to our pitch. We got stiffly out of the car, well I did, Davy leaping out as excited as a young puppy and was soon busy putting the tent up. It looked a bit shabby compared to some of the others, but it had served us well over the years. It had two bedrooms connected by an open area, more of an awning actually, and we’d brought inflatable mattresses to sleep on and sleeping bags to keep us warm, as we knew from experience the evenings could be chilly.
Finished we set off in search of a drink and some sustenance, finding a nice looking bar. I settled back to enjoy my first holiday glass of wine, one of many I hoped, and Davy had a beer. Although he was only just eighteen he drank it like a more seasoned drinker, and I remembered my days of underage drinking, believing I’d kept it secret from my parents only realising much later that they knew all about it. We parents knew much more than our offspring thought we did!
It was getting late and we made our way back to the tent, and having stayed for perhaps one too many glasses, we were in a jovial mood. Davy unzipped his doorway and went in as I did the same, coming back out holding a box of tissues that I took to his doorway. “Here Davy, you’d better have these in your room.”
He looked blankly at me, “What for Mum?”
“To save the mess when you have a wank.” It was only as the words came out that I realised I should perhaps have been a little less forthright. “Come on Davy, I know you like to masturbate, all boys do, hell we all do, even me.” Again my mouth was running faster than my brain.
“Thanks Mum!” was all he could manage as sheepishly he took them from me and wished me goodnight.
I was pretty tired and slept well, even on the inflatable mattress which was a bit like being on a boat and made a farting noise when you turned over, and I woke up feeling ready for my holiday. I rolled off the mattress, and dressed in just my baggy night shirt and panties made some tea on the camping stove. I had no intention using it for anything other than tea and snacks, but I did need my tea first thing in the morning. I made Davy one and called out to him, “Are you awake and decent Davy?”
“I am Mum, come in.” I unzipped the door and saw him lying in his sleeping bag, also taking in the little bundle of tissues beside him. “Thanks Mum, first requirement of the day, a cup of tea!” Not quite I thought as I caught his eyes staring at my wobbling breasts and exposed legs.
We found the shower blocks and separated, finding they had been updated since our last visit with more individual cubicles, then going in search of breakfast, freshly baked croissants and French coffee, one of the finest ways to start the day.
We changed into our swimwear and found the pool. I had on a one piece, not sure enough of my figure to wear a bikini, and was pleased to see a mixture of types at the pool, About half the women were topless, as was the custom in France and I was amused to see Davy’s eyes standing out as if on stalks. He’d been much younger when we’d last been here and with his hormones now raging I guessed he was going to have a great time “tit-spotting” as his father used to call it. He immediately jumped into the pool and I suspect it was more to cover his erection than any desire to swim.
He seemed to settle down and we slapped sun cream on ourselves and each other and lay back to enjoy the day. It was a lovely lazy day and I enjoyed it immensely, my mind going wonderfully blank. Davy wandered off a couple of times, just like that young puppy although a suspicious mind might have thought he was finding some relief, not just from the sun.
We had a pleasant evening, drinking less than the evening before and settled down for the night. I lay there allowing sleep to take me away and found myself slowly rubbing at the front of my panties and before I realised it I was masturbating furiously, my hand rammed down inside my knickers, two fingers deep inside my pussy. I came hard, my hips bucking violently as I tried to stifle my cries, hoping that Davy hadn’t heard them or the farting coming from the mattress. After that I slept like a log.
A cup of tea for both of us in the morning, but we’d decided to shower in the evenings to wash the sun cream off so had breakfast and set off for the day. We’d agreed to head for the beach, a walk though trees and scrubland of about ten minutes. The beach was as I’d remembered, sandy and open and it was pretty crowded. Nearly all the women here were topless I noticed, as did Davy. We creamed up and settled down. I saw a load of young people Davy’s age playing volley ball and told him that I didn’t expect him to stay with me all the time, he should find some people his own age to hang out with. He wandered over to them and was soon heavily engaged in the game.
I pushed the straps of my swimsuit off my shoulders and pushed the cups down as far as I dared, remembering the days when I had no concerns about getting my tits out. Suddenly Davy’s voice cut into my musings, “We’re all off on a boat ride Mum,” he indicated a nearby activity shack, “is that alright?”
Time to let the fledgling fly, I thought, “Of course it is Davy, you’ve got your own money, how you spend it and what you do with it is up to you. You are an adult now. Have a great time.”
He smiled and bounded off and I watched him go, both joy and sadness coursing through me. A mischievous thought crossed my mind, if he was going to be gone for a couple of hours, then…..I rolled the top of my costume down to my waist, immediately feeling the warmth of the sun on my breasts and smiled. Carefully I slathered them in cream, feeling my nipples tingle as I rubbed them and remembering that glorious orgasm I’d had the night before, I dozed off.
“Ahem!” I came to and looked up, squinting in the sun, Davy stood by me, clearly embarrassed as I swung round on the sun bed and crossed my arm across my chest. “The boat broke down and we had to come back. Sorry Mum.”
“Davy, please don’t apologise. Look, would it embarrass you too much you to see your Mum’s old boobs, it’s just that it’s almost more wrong to cover up than get them out.”
“Mum, from what I can see, your….boobs,” he hesitated over the word, “are just as nice as everyone else’s. Not that I’ve been looking of course.” We looked at each other and burst out laughing as I took my arm away and bared all in front of my son.
That night after dinner we went into the small town and I bought a couple of bikinis, going into the changing room to try them on. Changing room is probably a misnomer, a curtain across a corner where actually anyone who wanted could see in. I kept my panties on, but stood there quite unashamedly with my tits out for the whole world to see.
Returning to the tent we noticed it getting hotter and the wind started to get up, a sure sign that a storm was coming, something that happened every week or so, it cleared the air and made everything fresh again. Sure enough in the middle of the night I was woken by the tent flapping, then the rain started, thunder and lightning crashing all around us. Fortunately the old tent seemed to be standing up well to it, no apparent leaks, until with an almighty ripping sound the roof of my room split open and the water poured in.
I wriggled out of my sleeping bag and grabbing it, escaped to the open area, watching the rain pour through the tear. Fortunately all my clothes were in the suitcases, so nothing much was getting wet, but the tent was a wreck. Davy’s zip opened and he appeared, still half in his bag and looked at the hole in the roof, pointing his torch at it. The edges flapped in the wind, “Fuc….” he started, then stopped, realising what he was about to say, “Sorry Mum.”
“No Davy, you’re right, fucking hell just about covers it!” He looked at me astounded that such words were even known to me, let alone in my vocabulary. “Nothing we can do tonight, I’ll have to share with you tonight and we’ll go and buy a new tent tomorrow.” I bundled him back into his room and followed, zipping up the door after him. It was a restless night for both of us, the inflatable mattress bouncing and farting, but we got some sleep and rose the next morning to sort out the wreckage.
It wasn’t too bad, as I’d thought all my clothes were OK, the mattress would dry but the tent, well my part of it was a write off. “We’ll go and get a new one,” I said, but Davy interrupted me.
“Mum, there’s not much point, we’ll probably never use it again, let’s just make do with this one, I’ll sleep in there or the open area and you can have my room.”
I realised he was right about buying a new one, “Don’t be silly Davy, there’s no need for that, we can just share the one room.”
He looked at me and nodded, “OK Mum, no worries,” but he didn’t look too sure.
We went to the beach again and I wore my new bikini, taking the top off and covering my boobs in cream as before. Davy didn’t stare, or didn’t seem to, and we had a great day, even playing paddle ball, me topless still, my tits bouncing all over the place until it was time to return to the tent.
The storm had cleared the air and it had got hotter, and the tent was baking when we returned, even our new ventilation hadn’t allowed the air in much, and Davy’s room, our room I corrected myself, was boiling. We decided to dispense with individual bags, opening both up and putting one down to sleep on, and the other to cover us up. It seemed a bit like sharing a bed and the mattress wasn’t that large, but it was all we could do.
At bed time I changed into my nightie in the old ripped room, then went into our room to find Davy already in bed, and as I lifted the top cover I was pleased to see he had boxers on, at least there should be no chance of accidental contact with any embarrassing parts in the night. We both lay there in the heat and Davy was tossing and turning. “What’s the matter son?” I asked.
“Well partly the heat, but I haven’t, you know, had any relief for a day or so.”
“Oh.” was all I could manage. “Well just go ahead and do it, just forget I’m here and go ahead. I’ve seen a man having a wank before so it won’t come as any shock.”
“Mum, I can’t, not in front of you.”
“Don’t be silly Davy, we’re stuck in here together, just do it or I’ll come and do it for you.” Where that came from I don’t know, but there was a long silence then I felt the mattress start to vibrate. It went on for a while and I was string to feel a tingle myself when he grunted and stilled, then reached for the tissues and cleaned himself up. “Now perhaps we can all get some sleep,” I said a little testily.
It was getting light when I woke from what I thought was an erotic dream, but soon realised that what I was experiencing was real. A hand was gently cupping my breast through my tee shirt and with a sudden mental jolt I realised it was Davy. My immediate thought was to ask him what the hell he was doing, but thought better of it. He was sleeping with a woman, his mother admittedly, and he’d been exposed to naked tits all day including mine and I’d pretty much forced him to have a wank last night. If he wanted to cop a feel, let him.
I relaxed and actually began to enjoy the sensation of a hand slowly caressing me again. I could feel my nipples harden and a tingle start to travel down towards my pussy. I realised that wasn’t the only thing travelling downwards, Davy’s hand was now sliding across my stomach. My nightie had ridden up in the night and his fingers encountered the waistband of my panties, then they went further down and brushed across my clit. I almost shuddered at that, but forced myself to lie still, feigning sleep. His hand went between my open legs and around the edges of my panties, then sliding up again to the elasticated waist.
I felt them slip under the elastic and into my pubes. Time to call a halt I decided, copping a feel of my tits was fair enough, fingering my pussy something else altogether. I feigned stirring and immediately felt him remove his hand as I rolled onto my side away from him and pretended to wake up again. I waited for a minute or so, then greeted him brightly “Morning Davy, that wasn’t too bad was it, once you’d settled.”
“Sorry Mum,” he apologised again.
“Davy, I know you have needs, please just let them out, if you want to masturbate then do so.” he nodded and I decided to let him have some space for another wank. “I’m going for a shower to wash some of this sweat off me. Won’t be long.”
I pulled on some shorts and grabbing my towel, set off for the showers. Fortunately a cubicle was free and I went in, stripping off my clothes and standing under the water. I grabbed the gel and covered myself liberally in it, lathering up my pubes well and washing my pussy. That tingle returned and I started to rub a little more than was necessary. The memory of Davy’s masturbation came into my head, then the feeling of him touching my breasts this morning and I soon had three fingers rammed into me as I leaned against the wall and masturbated. My knees flexed and I came hard under the cascading water, gasping for breath as wave after wave crashed through me.
I looked up and hoped that I hadn’t cried out loud, then proceeded to wash away the evidence of my indulgence, sliding my soapy fingers between my legs again. I’d remembered a clean pair of panties and slipped them on running my hands over them to fit them snugly, reliving the sensation of Davy’s hands on me.
Davy was up and looking bright, he’d made the tea and the bed by the time I got back, and after breakfast we relaxed around the pool all day. I had truly joined the topless club and now had no qualms about getting my tits out along with all the rest. I gazed at the variety of shapes and sizes around me and thought that mine didn’t seem so bad after all. They were still quite firm and my broad nipples were quite sexy and they certainly provided stimulation when I touched them sending little tingles through my body.
Davy was in bed first and I changed as usual in the ripped room. I went into our shared room and immediately felt the heat, my armpits starting to perspire within seconds. Davy was looking up at me, and I could just about imagine his hand on his cock waiting for some quiet so he could have a good wank. My pussy tingled at the thought, the moisture there not caused by the heat. I looked at him and decided to give us both a treat and gripping the hem of my nightshirt I pulled it over my head, my breasts tumbling out. Although they’d been out all day in front of Davy, I could see his eyes widen. I kissed him briefly on the lips, my breasts falling dangerously close to his body, and settled under the covers, turning our little battery light out.
At once I could hear the rustle of the sleeping bag as Davy rubbed his cock, whose tits was he thinking about I wondered, mine or the others’. I found my hand between my legs, my fingers just running up and down my slit through my panties, just teasing, feeling the moisture seep out of me. I put my hand down the front of my panties and starting to stroke myself, my finger sliding along my wetness, then flicking at my clit. I heard Davy grunt just as my finger slipped inside me and a gush of juice surged down my pussy.
I tried to be as quiet and unobtrusive as possible as I played with myself and soon I could hear little snores coming from Davy. Feeling deliciously naughty I slipped my panties off, putting them under my pillow and began to masturbate in earnest, two fingers pumping in and out of my sopping pussy as my palm rubbed against my clit. I could feel my orgasm coming and clamped my mouth tightly shut as my throat tried to scream out in pleasure, only little squeaks escaping me. My body stilled and my mind drifted as I fell into a deep sleep.
When I woke I was on my back as usual, and Davy lay on his side facing me, our bodies nearly touching. I felt his hand creep once more onto my chest and start to fondle my breasts, his fingers just brushing my bare nipples, sending those delectable signals to my pussy. Once more I feigned sleep, as his hand moved slowly from one breast to the other and back. Then his hand moved lower and I remembered I wasn’t wearing any panties. Should I stop him, or let him discover my pussy for himself?
I could sense the surprise as his fingers encountered my muff, he toyed with my crinkly hair for a brief while then they slipped own over my clit. They didn’t pause and I wondered if he knew what it was and what it could do to me, and continued down to my pussy, tentatively touching my labia and running up and down them. It was beginning to turn me on, someone touching my pussy was one thing, lying absolutely still whilst it was being touched another and I could feel little trickles inside me. Finally I could bear no more and I reached down and placed my hand on top of his. He tried to jerk it away, but I had anticipated the reaction and held it firm. “If you’re going to play with my pussy then do it properly.” I held his hand and pushed his finger deeper inside my slit, running it up and down until it was slick with my juices.
I found his middle finger and pushed it against my opening, feeling my lips open as it slid just inside me. “That’s it,” I whispered, “now push it right in.” He did so and I relished the feeling of it inside me. “Put another finger in,” I commanded and felt a second finger join the first.
“Press your palm here,” I guided his hand to my clit and overrode his hand to show him how to stimulate me to maximum effect. He soon picked up the idea and I was really starting to feel my arousal, not only the first person to touch me since my husband, but my son to boot.
The welling up started in me and I pulled the covers right back, exposing my breasts. “Kiss my tits Davy, suck my nipples like you did as a baby.” He lowered his head to my breast and took an engorged nipple in his mouth and started to suckle, still keeping up that steady rhythm on my pussy.
My orgasm exploded in me suddenly, my hips bucking as the juices flowed out of me, unable to breathe. I felt his hand pull away as he propped himself up on an elbow and gazed at my body as my chest heaved, gasping for air. “Thank you Davy, that was wonderful, you’ll make a very considerate lover, but you really should obtain my permission first.”
“I’m sorry Mum, I just wanted to….”
“I know Davy, just remember in future.” I reached my arm out and found his erect cock, my hand closing round it. “May I?” He nodded and I started to stroke it, my hand slipping along its length. He wasn’t huge, but a good size and it fitted my hand perfectly as I slowly began to masturbate him.
Without warning it pulsed and I could feel his cum coursing down it before erupting from the end into my hand as he grunted and his body shook. “Sorry, Mum,” he apologised again as I pulled him into a hug.
“Tell me Davy,” I asked softly, “are you still a virgin?” he nodded
“I want to wait until I find someone like you Mum.”
“That’s very sweet Davy, but you can’t wait for ever and trust me, your youth will pass very quickly and you must make the most of it. I can help and guide you, but it’s up to you to make your own way, mistakes as well. Have you ever seen a woman’s pussy before?”
“Not in real life,” he replied.
“Would you like to?” He nodded and I opened my legs and made for him to kneel between them as I explained my anatomy. It seemed strange at first as I held my labia open and showed him my pee hole, then my pussy opening and then my clit explaining what all of them did.
“May I touch you again, Mum?” He asked and I nodded as he tentatively ran his fingers over me and once more pushed two fingers inside me, his thumb toying with my clit.
“Careful Davy, you’re starting to turn me on again, see how my pussy is getting wet.” He smiled and continued to excite me, his fingers slipping in and out of my pussy as I realised he was hard once more and his other hand was now stroking it as he gazed at my exposed body. Faster and faster both his hands moved and with a rush my second orgasm of the day burst upon me as Davy’s cock erupted cum all over me, spattering down on my pussy and all the way up to my tits.
“I was wrong Davy, you’re already a very considerate lover, now I think we’d better go and wash all this off.”
Unsurprisingly our relationship seemed to change from that morning, I found myself treating him more as an adult and somehow, he seemed to look upon me more as an equal, not as his mother. He spent the afternoon with his new friends as I dozed in the sun, then we had dinner together and he went off with then once more in the evening. I lay in our tent reading, in just my panties, the light was on but my Kindle required no illumination. I came to a steamy bit in the book and lay back, toying with my pussy through my knickers, enjoying the warm sensation, feeling my juices start to flow.
I slipped my panties off, my legs now wide apart, my mind reliving that morning, and wondering who Davy was with now, was he making love to her as he’d done to me? I heard the outer door unzip the re-zip and then the flap that was our door was opened. Davy stood there blinking in the light, his eyes wide open staring at my open legs, and the two fingers gently toying with my clit and pussy.
“Take your clothes off Davy,” I whispered and I watched as he fumbled to remove his trousers and shirt. His cock was hard, standing proudly away from his body and I motioned for him to move up to my head. I sat up and held it then opened my mouth and sucked him in, my tongue running around it.
“Jeez, Mum, that feels so good,” he gasped as I pushed it in and out of my mouth. His hand found my breast, then he bent forward and cupped my pussy, one finger slipping easily into me, sending shivers of anticipation through me.
“Put your cock inside me Davy,” I instructed.
“Inside where Mum?”
“My vagina, my pussy, I want you to make love to me.” He knelt between my legs and guided his cock to my opening and pushed it gently against me. “That’s it, now push.” He slipped easily inside me, and I could feel my pussy stretching as my first cock in some time penetrated me. It felt so good and all I wanted was more. My legs wrapped around him just as his body started to pump his cum into me. Instantly I registered disappointment, but knew I couldn’t show it. I felt him slip out of me as I pulled him close. “It’s all right Davy, it always happens like that on your first time, it’ll get better.”
“I’m sorry Mum, it felt so good, then I couldn’t stop it.”
“Hush now Davy, just relax, forget about it, we’ll try again soon.” He slumped into my arms and we held each other close and slowly the lust I’d been feeling morphed back once more to love for this man-child in my arms and I felt myself start to drift.
It could only have been a few minutes until I felt a warm tingly feeling and I opened my eyes to see Davy’s mouth latched onto my nipple, gently sucking as his hand fondled my breast, then slipped down between my legs. “Can we try again Mum?” I reached out and found his cock as hard as ever and marvelled at the recuperative powers of youth. I kissed him on the lips and nodded as he once more raised himself above me and positioned himself between my legs.
His cock slid effortlessly into me, penetrating deep making me gasp, and he paused until I gave him a reassuring nod then he began to thrust gently in and out of my pussy. This time was much better, he seemed more in control of his movements and I felt him slow down, sometimes pausing then resuming that steady motion.
I tried to turn off tutor mode and focus on what we were doing and the effect it was having on me rather than how well he was doing, and soon I started to feel my arousal growing, that steady friction inside me and the pressure on my clit bringing me towards my orgasm. Whether Davy sensed it or not, he started to pump harder and my body responded, thrusting back against him as our cries mingled together, the heat pouring off us inside that canvas chamber.
I was on the brink of cumming when I felt him erupt in me for a second time, filling me up until he was spent and rolled away, his shrinking cock slipping out of my still hungry pussy. Instantly my hands found it and started to beat a frantic tattoo on it, my fingers squelching in my son’s cum oozing from my desperate pussy. Up and up I soared until I exploded, my own juices flooding out of me mixing with the cum as it trickled down between my legs and I collapsed back against my pillow.
Sleep found us both and it was dim outside when I awoke feeling pressure in my bladder. I was about to get up when I realised I would have to dress and walk across to the toilet block some distance away. I tried to relax my muscles but the need wouldn’t go away and I knew I’d have to do something. Why not I thought, and slipped quietly out of bed, and naked soundlessly unzipped the door, then crept outside and to the side of the tent.
I squatted down and willed my muscles to relax, being rewarded instantly with a steady stream of pee. I looked up and saw there was no one about, the tents and caravans sitting wraiths like in the dim misty dawn light and I felt very daring and a little turned on. There was movement beside me and I looked round in horror. Davy stood there, naked as me, “What’s wrong Mum,” I heard him say.
“Nothing Darling, I just needed a pee and couldn’t be bothered to go all that way.” He stared down between my legs and to my surprise I felt no embarrassment as he watched the stream slowly die. I stood up and shook myself seeing that his cock was now fully erect.
I led him back to the tent and we laid down side by side and I could feel the warmth slowly returning to our bodies after being out in the morning air. I turned to him and cuddle up, my hand across his chest, my breasts tucked into his side. The covers were tenting a little and I moved them aside to see his cock still fully erect, standing vertical. My hand curled round it and I started to stroke it, the skin so soft over that granite like interior.
“Can we make love again Mum, please?” he implored.
“Of course, but I need to be wet first.” I raised myself up onto my knees and swung my leg over his head, kneeling either side of him. Carefully I lowered myself down, “Lick my pussy Davy, put your tongue in me and lick me.”
I felt his hands grasp my buttocks and pull his face into me, his tongue sliding up and down my slit. As I started to leak, I could feel his tongue lapping at me, pushing inside me as I rocked my hips against his face. I held my breasts, squeezing my nipples as the waves of ecstasy from his tongue rolled through me until I could stand it no longer , then sliding down his body impaled myself on his cock, forcing him deep inside me as my hips undulated to and fro. He stared up at me, his hands alternately finding my breasts, then guiding my hips as we moved faster and faster, his cock penetrating deep inside me. I could feel my orgasm building and then with an explosive roar it erupted inside me, a hot flush spreading through my body, my ears ringing as blood pumped through my body. It peaked and just as I started to come down from that incredible high I felt Davy cum, pulse after pulse of hot cum spraying inside me setting another orgasm in train until I rolled off, and held him tight, our chests heaving, desperately seeking the same air.
The rest of the holiday passed all to rapidly, Davy increasingly spending time with his friends, sometimes gone all day, and evenings as well, but he always returned to me at night and those nights were filled with love and passion and I admit it, lust. We made love, morning and night, and fucked at other times, inside, outside, even in the sea in front of an oblivious audience.
Returning home he continued to share my bed for the week until we had to part to take him to University. I settled him in to his room in the Halls of Residence and wanted to have one last session of love making with him, but knew that this was his territory now, his time to spread his wings without the embrace of his mother. So I drove the solitary road home, my heart both empty and aching but still overjoyed for him.
My bed felt empty that first morning when I woke without him. I lay there and masturbated, enjoying that warm glow then got up and went into the bathroom. I settled on the toilet and peed, taking great care, then sat there, my mind wandering.
After a few minutes I dared to look down at that small piece of plastic in my hand and saw the two blue lines on it. Davy was going to have his sibling, as close to a twin as he could ever be, his brother’s blood flowing in his or her veins. I would tell everyone of a brief fling with a waiter on holiday, tall and blond with blue eyes, and who would ever know the truth apart from me, and perhaps, one day, Davy.
