Amber never claimed to be "mother of the year" material, but even as a
single mother she managed to provide for her son Jake and stay involved
in his life. When Jake was young she found time to be a den mother for
his cub scout troop. Like most teenagers, over the years her son pulled
away from his mother and spent more time in his own social circle of
friends. That's why Amber was shocked when her son asked her to join him
on a 2 week trip to the Boundary Waters Canoe Area during the summer
before he started college classes.
Jake had been to the BWCA the previous summer on a high adventure outing
with the boy scouts and really enjoyed the isolation and peacefulness
of the north woods wilderness. Amber jumped at the opportunity to spend
some quality time with her son before he left for college, but the trip
sounded intimidating. It wasn't the rigorous physical requirements which
concerned her, she led a very active life including daily runs and
regular visits to the gym. However, besides her running and biking on
the city trails, she wasn't much of an outdoor gal.
Her son quickly dispelled Amber's concerns by reassuring her that he
would be there to help and that they would take a backwoods camping and
canoeing course before their trip. True to his word, Jake and his mom
took the preparatory courses and spent weeks planning for their trip.
*** Days 1 - 3 ***
Mother and son left early on a Saturday morning with a 2 day drive to
reach their launch site in front of them. Immersed in conversation after
conversation, the drive went by quickly. The first night the two stayed
in a roadside motel and got back on the road early the next day. The
drive was tiring and when they pulled into the outfitter's lodge in the
early evening of the second day they had a big dinner and went straight
to bed.
On Monday morning Amber was refreshed and really excited to start the
trip. Together with her son, they grabbed a canoe and brought it down to
the water's edge.
"I still can't believe how little we're bringing along," she told her son.
"Pack light and go far," Jake replied with a grin.
Amber had never packed this light in her life even for a short weekend
getaway and they were about to leave all civilization for more than a
week. Their gear included mostly survival essentials. A 2-man tent,
sleeping bags, mats, toiletries, fishing equipment and food took up the
majority of the allowed space and weight in their packs. There wasn't
much room left over for clothing. Amber brought only a rugged pair of
zip off pants, a light jacket, a couple t-shirts, 2 swim suits,
underwear and a sports bra.
Jake was intent on getting on the isolated waters far from the launch
site and the first day they paddled hard from launch time to dusk. That
first day included 4 short portages and one nearly a ½ mile long. After
setting up camp and cooking some fish they had caught for dinner, mother
and son crawled into their sleeping bags and were asleep before even
saying goodnight.
*** Day 4 ***
"Good morning mom," Jake said cheerily when his mother emerged from the tent.
"Is that coffee I smell?" asked his mom.
"And oatmeal," Jake replied. "We need to fuel up for another long day."
Jake couldn't help notice his mother. She was still wearing only a
t-shirt and panties and in the low 50 degree morning air, her nipples
were poking at the shirt's material. His mom was fit and younger than
most of his classmate's moms. She had gotten pregnant with him while
still in high school and at 36 was hot for her age. His friends often
teased him about his MILF. Secretly Jake agreed with them.
The 2nd day was a little less strenuous than the first day with 3 short
portages and one of about a quarter mile. It had been hours since they
had seen another paddler.
"I need a break," Amber finally admitted to her son in the heat of the mid afternoon son.
"OK, let's find a place to make camp and you can rest while I catch supper," replied Jake.
Within 15 minutes Jake was paddling away from his mother on a beach.
Amber watched her son paddling away. Without a shirt she saw the muscles
in his back, arms and shoulders flexing in the sunlight and she
struggled to see her boy in the body of that man.
After setting up the tent, Amber decided to remove her athletic style
swim top. It certainly was giving her the support she needed while
canoeing, but the thick straps and full coverage were not giving her
very flattering tan lines. Jake was out of sight fishing somewhere and
she doubted anyone else was in the area. After a couple hours of sun
bathing, Amber grabbed soap, shampoo, conditioner and a razor, removed
her bottoms and slipped nude into the cool summer waters.
When Jake rounded the shoreline, he couldn't believe his eyes. Not 50
yards from his location he saw his naked mother bathing in the waters in
front of their campsite. She didn't notice him probably because he was
concealed in the dark shadows formed on the water by the tall trees and
the sun was at his back. Jake reached down into the canoe and pulled out
his binoculars. He'd already used them a couple times to get a better
look at moose and bear, but he was much more interested in his current
quarry.
His mother looked like a Nordic water goddess standing in water which
tickled the underside of her belly button. His mom's long blond hair was
dark with wetness, and droplets of water shimmered on her sleek skin in
the sunlight. Jake's dick began to swell in his shorts at the sight of
his naked mother washing her breasts, the soapy bubbles cascading down
her skin before trailing off into the dark waters.
Jake was like most hormone-driven teenage boys, and like his friends,
fantasized about his mother. He had often tried to catch a glimpse of
her, but never successfully until now. Her breasts were better than he
could have imagined, they looked like heavy grapefruit-sized globes of
flesh, still held high on her chest. The fair skin of her breasts
contrasted deeply with the other parts of her arms, chest, stomach and
shoulders which were deeply bronzed from 2 days of exposure to the sun.
Capping her fair, globes were large pink nipples ringed with matching 2"
diameter areolas.
Ever since his trip here last summer, Jake had fantasized about bringing
his mother here. In his fantasies he saw her naked and so much more. It
seemed like his dreams were coming true.
The throbbing stiffness in his shorts was too much for Jake to ignore,
so with eyes still looking through the binoculars at his bathing mother,
he freed his erection from its corral and started slowly stroking up
and down the shaft. Almost immediately he could feel the energetic
tingles in the shaft of his cock, building in intensity. His hand moved
more quickly, demanding the release he desired. When he climaxed, long
streams of thick cum splattered across the sidewalls of the canoe and
into the water. Hungry fish greedily attacked the protein strings which
hit the water.
Amber rinsed the suds from her breasts allowing her finger tips to bump
her hard nipples and send shocks of pleasure between her legs. She was
so horny. In the comfort and privacy of her own bedroom her nightly
routine included masturbating to at least one, but more often two and
sometimes three orgasms. The past three nights since leaving the house
she had not been alone at night and was robbed of her customary
satisfaction. Amber looked around for her son, but didn't see him on the
water. She slowly walked out of the water and laid face down on a large
beach towel still nude and dripping with water.
Instinctively Amber's hand found its way between her legs and gently
began to massage her throbbing clit. Her imagination wandered between
fantasies and landed, unexpectedly, on the broad back and shoulders of
her young son. She quickly pushed the thought from her mind, but as she
fought back the throws of her climax, it returned again.
Jake was paddling as quickly and quietly as possible to the shore where
his mother lay face down, completely nude. He could see his mother's
tight ass moving rhythmically in the air and he knew she was
masturbating. Jake fantasized about what could happen if he caught her
in such a vulnerable state.
A large bang from the paddle slamming against the side of the canoe
interrupted Amber's building orgasm and alerted her to Jake's approach.
Turning she saw her son much closer than expected, not 20 yards from
shore.
"Jake!" she screamed as she quickly stood and ran away from him,
grabbing her clothes and ducking behind the tent. "What the hell."
His mother's reaction had not been what he had fantasized and Jake was overcome with shame and embarrassment.
"I'm sorry mom," he pleaded. There wasn't much else to say.
"I can't believe.... You....," Amber stammered incoherently while dressing.
"I'm going to collect some wood for the fire," Jake said pulling the
canoe on shore. He figured his mom would need some time to cool off and
he wanted to let his erection fade before talking to her.
When Jake returned 20 minutes later his mother was sitting on a log by the fire.
"I'm really sorry mom," he said again.
"No, I'm sorry," Amber answered, "you didn't do anything wrong, I was just embarrassed."
"You've got nothing to be embarrassed about," her son replied. "You were
just working on evening out your tan, and if you don't mind me saying,
you looked really good."
His mom smiled. She appreciated his complement and hoped he had been far
enough away that he didn't notice what her hand was doing between her
legs.
Together they prepared a pot dinner with dry potato flakes, seasoning
and fish and settled into good conversation about how far they had
traveled into the BWCA and the many natural sites they had witnessed.
"I'm pretty sore," Jake's mother admitted. "Do you mind massaging my shoulders son?"
Jake replied, "sure," stood behind his mother and began to massage her shoulders.
"That feels great," Amber said.
Her son's hands felt strong yet caring on her shoulders and back, gently
rubbing out the knots from the 2 day activity. His touch reignited her
hormones and a guilty tingle started between her legs. For a moment she
imagined turning, unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock, but
quickly pushed away the forbidden thought.
Relaxed by her son's massage, Amber was first to crawl into the tent.
Jake watched her from the fire. Once inside the tent she pulled off her
top and bottoms replacing them with a t-shirt and white cotton panties
before slipping into the sleeping bag. Jake had managed to catch a few
short looks at his mother's exposed breasts, but nothing like the show
he'd seen earlier from the boat. A few minutes later Jake crawled in to
the tent and his sleeping bag next to his mother.
In the dark quiet of the night Amber waited to hear her son's breathing
slow and deepen indicating he was asleep. It had been so long since she
had felt the wonderful release of orgasm and couldn't wait any longer.
Rolling over to her stomach she began to massage her pussy with the
expertise of a single mother with 18 years experience. Her orgasm came
within a couple minutes and in the climax an erotic moan somehow escaped
her lips.
Jake heard his mother's moan of pleasure and knew that she was touching
herself next to him in the tent. His dick hardened at the thought.
*** Day 5 ***
As usual, Jake was up with the son and had coffee and breakfast ready
for his mother by the time she stumbled out of the tent an hour later.
"We're in the back-country now mom," said Jake over breakfast. "Now we get to relax and enjoy the peace and quiet."
Still sore from the first 2 days of paddling, Amber almost cheered at the news.
"So, you're going to paddle me around while I work on my tan?" she asked her son.
"Sure will," Jake answered, "it's your vacation too."
By 9:30 they had packed up the camp and were shoving off into the
waters. The sun was already warm and temperatures were climbing into the
80s. Amber used her paddle and the spare to span the distance between
the bow of the canoe and her seat then put a blow-up raft on top of them
to fashion her sunning spot for the day.
Jake's dick never went flaccid while he paddled his mother around the
clear waters. While her first swimsuit was athletic and made for
activity, the one she wore now was a tiny bikini style so she could
maximize her exposure to the sun's bronzing rays. It was light green in
color and barely concealed the full round mounds of his mother's breast
which parted toward her sides with their weight. Likewise, the bottoms
did little more than conceal his mother's forbidden sexuality. When wet
they did that poorly, providing an outline of her beautiful pussy lips
and landing strip.
Around midday, Jake spied a rope swing someone had tied to a tree which
stretched over the water. Jake directed the canoe to the shoreline and
started to climb the shore. After a few minutes he reached the rope and
launched into the air. The swing took him over the water and when he
released he was 15 foot above the cool waters.
After watching her son swing and splash 3 times, Amber found the courage
to try it for herself, while Jake cheered for her still in the water
just outside of the landing zone. With a joyful scream, Amber swung
through the air and released at the top of the arch, her body
accelerating with exhilarating speed toward the water.
"Shit!" exclaimed Amber when she came up to the surface.
"What's wrong mom?" Jake inquired.
"I lost my top," admitted her mother. "Help me find it."
The two dove and felt around for Amber's bikini top for 15 minutes before finally admitting defeat.
"Will you go get my other swimsuit top," Amber asked her son.
"Nope," taunted Jake. "You've got nothing I haven't seen before."
"I'm your mother," she answered.
"I'm topless and, I'm sorry, but your tits need some sun," Jake spat back.
He had a point. If she wore the other suit, her tan lines would be
similar to wearing a sleeveless shirt and would look terrible under
summer dresses when she got home.
"OK," Amber conceded, "but you can't look."
"Mom, you have better tits than most of the girls my age," Jake protested. "I won't be able to help it."
"Well," his mother paused, "Just try not to stare." Her son's complement
of her breasts did not go unnoticed or unappreciated. It felt good to
be desirable to a younger man, even if he was her son.
"Deal," replied Jake.
They climbed back into the boat and paddled around for a couple more
hours, Jake's eyes trained on his mothers, pink-tipped, silky smooth
globes.
The summer heat seemed relentless and finally Jake decided to jump in
for a dip. His previous swim in shorts had caused some chaffing as they
dried so he decided to shed them before jumping in. His mother was
laying on her front so he was able to do this without her noticing.
Amber felt the canoe shift beneath her body and heard the splash a
fraction of a second before she felt the cool water spray across her
back. The splash was refreshing and beckoned her into the water.
Standing she faced her son in the water, no longer burdened by modesty,
breasts exposed for his viewing pleasure. The lustful look in her son's
eyes made Amber feel weak in the knees, she could tell she aroused him
and the guilty pleasure was enchanting.
Diving from the canoe, Amber swam, eyes closed under water towards her
son. She embarrassingly misjudged the distance and she smashed into him
while still underwater. In the confusion she felt his erection on her
face and then somehow she grasped it in her hand.
"What the...?" Amber gasped coming up from beneath the water. She felt angry and embarrassed at the same time.
"I'm sorry son, I didn't mean..." Amber stammered.
"Its fine, you didn't know," answered her son. "I'm not wearing shorts."
"Really..." quirked back his mother.
"Wet shorts caused chaffing that I'd rather avoid," Jake continued.
"Got it," smiled his mother.
Mother and son splashed playfully in the cool waters before starting a
game of Marco Polo. The first time her son grabbed her breasts Amber
knew this game was not appropriate for a topless mother to play with her
naked son, but the touch was probably accidental. Throughout the game,
Jake's groping became more deliberate to the point where he would boldly
pinch his mother's hardened nipples. Amber knew this was forbidden,
taboo in society, but it was just for fun, so she let it continue.
The sexual attention and its forbidden nature was making Amber hot with
envy. Most of the touching had been by her son, but now she was joining
in, letting her hand graze his cock a few times and even occasionally
giving it a playful tug.
In the heat of the moment, Jake pulled his mother in and began to kiss
her. Amber's womanly instincts reacted first, welcoming his kiss,
opening her mouth to receive his tongue. Then, like on a delay, her
motherly instincts resurfaced.
"Stop," she exclaimed pushing away from her son in the water. "That's too far."
"I'm sorry," called Jake after his mother as she swam towards the canoe. "I just got caught up..."
Amber didn't reply. She was the parent, it was her responsibility. She
was angry at herself for allowing it to go too far.... as a mother. As a
woman, Amber had never desired anything more than to feel her son's
young cock inside her. She almost came thinking about it on her swim
back to the canoe.
By the time Jake crawled back into the canoe, his mother had found and
donned her athletic swim top concealing the temptation from him. They
canoed in silence, Amber torn between mother and woman and Jake hoping
his impetuousness hadn't ruined any future chance he had with the woman
of his fantasies. Their silence continued through making camp and dinner
and they even went to sleep without saying anything to one another.
Their forbidden attraction and taboo play hung in the tent like a thick, steamy cloud.
*** Day 6 ***
"We should start heading back today," Amber told her son when she rose
for breakfast the next morning. "I don't think I can handle another
paddle parade like the one we took to get this far out."
"Sure, that's fine mom," Jake answered. "Listen, I'm sorry about
yesterday, it's just you're so fucking hot I couldn't help myself."
"We just can't let it happen again," his mother answered. "We need to respect the lines."
Within an hour they had cleaned up camp and were back on the water
headed back to the launch site. They were crossing a large lake when
Amber pointed out the storm clouds on the horizon. The two paddled hard,
but still had several hundred yards to shore when the winds and driving
rain hit them like a hurricane. As the rain fell so did the
temperatures dropping from the upper 70s to the low 50s. They couldn't
stop paddling long enough to put on their rain gear for fear of losing
ground, capsizing or worse. For at least an hour they battled trying to
gain the last 200 yards to shore, their bodies exhausted, aching and
numb from the cold.
Amber wasn't sure they were going to survive this storm. Jake had similar thoughts.
Somehow, they finally pulled their canoe on shore and even more
amazingly managed to set up their tent in the driving winds and rain.
Fortunately their gear was all safe in waterproof bags and their
sleeping bags were warm and dry.
Even in the relative safety of the tent, Amber and Jake were wet and
cold, dancing dangerously close to hyperthermia. Their classes had
primed them for this situation. Without saying a word, both mother and
son peeled off their cold wet clothes. Jake zipped together the sleeping
bags and both damp chilled bodies crawled inside. Jake wrapped his arms
around his mother and pulled her tight hoping to preserve whatever body
heat still remained between them.
Jake held his mother for survival, but his cock still began to swell with the knowledge their naked skin was pressed together.
Amber felt her son's growing enthusiasm harden against the bottom of her
ass. Everything was cold, except that glorious warm erection. Amber
turned in her son's arms to face him.
"Kiss me," she told her son.
Ice cold lips met and bit by bit massaged warmth into their companion.
Tongues twirled, exploring the forbidden mouth of the would-be lover.
Slowly the illicit lust pushed out the cold until a raging forbidden
fire grew inside the mother for her son and the son for his mother.
Amber felt her son's heated breath, wanted his fire inside her.
A near death experience does better than alcohol at relieving
inhibitions, and both mother and son knew the reality of their perilous
situation.
Amber rolled on top of her son straddling him. Slowly and deliberately
she began to grind her pussy on her son's swollen cock, coating it with
her wet arousal. Jake's hands explored her naked body, firmly grasping
her ass, pulling her into him. Up and down his shaft she slowly slid her
opening wetness, preparing it to accept the thick snake.
Jake's mom reached down and grasped his cock in her hand, raising it
into the air then lowering the wanting mouth of her aching pussy. Her
son felt the heat of his mother's desire as his thick cock slowly parted
her and inch by inch she took him inside.
The pressure of her son's cock splitting her was incredible. Very
carefully, at first, Amber impaled her wet pussy repeatedly onto her
son's pole, each time letting it reach deeper inside her.
Jake looked up at his mother who was sitting on top of his shaft,
letting it slide in and out of her warm, dripping pussy. Her face was
focused and distant, biting down on her lower lip. He watched his mom's
heavy cantaloupe breasts bounce with every joyful thrust. Reaching up he
felt their great weight in his hands and the silk like skin beneath his
fingers. Jake quickly found his mother's hard pink nipples poking into
the cold air and rolled them gently between his fingers.
Amber moaned at his touch.
His mother's noises encouraged Jake's fingers to pull and twist more
fervently at his mother's pink buds. The more he tugged, the louder his
mom moaned.
Amber started to feel the hint of an orgasm from somewhere deep inside
her and each pull on her sensitive nipples sent erotic flames between
her legs.
Jake watched his cock sliding in an out of his mother's pussy, saw it
coated with his mother's juices. Above her pussy he admired the
triangular patch of curly blond hair which now seemed to point at her
opening. He could feel an orgasm building and knew he wouldn't last much
longer.
Amber sensed her son getting closer to his climax and wanted to share
the moment with her son so she started really attacking his cock with
her pussy, slamming down hard on top of it each time moaning when it
touched her deepest parts.
"I'm cumming!" she heard her son yell beneath her and then felt the warm
spurts of their forbidden lust shower against the wet walls of her
pussy. She was close to her own orgasm and continued her aggressive
fucking of her only son.
"I can't," yelled Jake beneath her, grabbing her hips and stopping her from moving.
"I'm sorry, just too sensitive, I can't handle it," he continued.
"It's okay honey," Amber whispered before laying down on her son's chest.
Amber felt her son's cock slowly shrinking from her warmth, felt the
combined liquid lust dribble out of her wetness. Then, she felt Jake's
cock slip out of her. She was still hot with lust and thought about
reaching between her legs to bring about her own climax, then about
sucking her son's dick back to life.
Jake may have finished a bit too early, but before his mother could
decide how to finish her own orgasm, she felt his cock begin to grow
beneath her. "Young resiliency is impressive," she thought.
In a single movement Jake rolled his mother onto her back and knelt
between her thighs. In a second movement he pushed his cock into the wet
mix of their incest and began pumping it in and out of his mother like a
jack hammer.
Amber was astounded by her son's stamina and rhythm. She felt trickles
of sex in her extremities pool then form small streams, all being drawn
deeper inside her soul. The streams became raging rivers violently
rushing toward her now aching pussy.
"Harder, fuck me harder," Amber yelled at her son, lustful eyes demanding sexual fulfillment.
She fought hard to contain her building orgasm knowing that the longer
she could hold back its force, the better her release. Every muscle in
her body was straining, holding back the inevitable.
"Fuck me boy, make mommy cum!" she finally screamed as the orgasm hit.
Beneath her son her body rocked with shudders of spastic pleasure,
moaning and screaming uncontrollably.
Jake watched his mother shaking with ecstasy, breasts bouncing wildly beneath him.
Amber nearly lost consciousness, but Jake continued to ram his cock into
his mother's pussy. Amber wasn't able to hold back her second orgasm,
which gently rippled through her body like an aftershock to an intense
earthquake.
Jake saw his mother shudder for a second time just before his second
orgasm forced more hot sex from his balls into her. When he had emptied
his reserves, Jake rolled off his mother and lay beside her.
Outside the wind was still howling and the rain was still pouring down,
but inside the tent mother and son were warm, protected from the cold by
their forbidden and heated hunger for each other. Jake gently stroked
his mother's soft skin.
Amber knew they had crossed a line. There was no going back, but she
didn't want to. Thinking of her son's thick cock immediately caused
sparks of lust to tickle the lips of her pussy. Instead of hoping for an
end to the storm, she began to wonder how many times her son's cock
would bring her back to orgasm before the storm ended. She was hoping
for a long day.
Jake watched his mother lift up and bring her mouth to his. They kissed
passionately until he watched her kiss down his chest and stomach then
suck his still soft dick into her warm mouth.
Jake's mom savored the flavor of their shared forbidden desire in her
mouth and coaxed her son's cock back to life, feeling it grow in her
mouth. Jake's hands gripped the hair on his mother's head and used it to
guide her movements, fucking her face with his hardening shaft.
By the time the rain stopped, Ambers pussy was stretched, quivering with
exhaustion and her talented mouth was no longer able to revive her
son's cock. Amber was already fearing Jake's departure for college, it
was only 2 weeks away. Rather than dwell on the coming loss, Amber chose
to fantasize about the 2 more nights on this trip and then the 2 on
their travel back home. She was sure that those nights would last her at
least until Jake came back for Thanksgiving break.
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