A Day on the Dunes – by Aperv2

Incest story: A Day on the Dunes. Author: APerv2. My name is Samantha. I’m 41 years old. My story begins one afternoon this last July. My son Steven asked me if I would take him to the sand dunes to do some dirt-bike riding. First-Aid turns to something more unexpected. The story is including of Fiction, Incest, Male / Older Female, Oral Sex theme.

Incest story: A Day on the Dunes – Chap 1

Author: APerv2

This was something his father used to do with him ever since Steve was eleven. Now, since his father {My ex.} had married his twenty two-year-old secretary, three days after our divorce was finalized, he hasn’t had time for his son.

Steve is fifteen now, almost sixteen, and loves to ride that dirt bike. I don’t ride with him like his father used to, but I help him load up the bike on the trailer and hook it up to the Suburban to drive him out to the dunes to ride.

I love sitting on the hood of the truck and watching him. He’s really very good. Sometimes I bring a cooler with lunch and drinks and make a whole day of it. On real hot days I like to wear my bathing suit top and short jean shorts to work on my tan. The attention’s nice too.

I used to be what some would call a “Trophy wife”.

I don’t have any false modesty; I know I’m a good looking woman. My hair is long, straight and blonde, to the middle of my back and my eyes are sky blue. My lips are full; the bottom lip slightly fuller than the top and both miss being kissed. I’ve got plenty of time for the gym so I’m in good shape. You can’t bounce a quarter off my ass…but I’d like to think the quarter it happier for the chance to try.

My husband is an executive in a large pharmaceutical company. There was a time, not too long ago, when he liked to prance me around on his arm at all the company functions. He would often “Suggest” what I wear at these functions. What dress, how I was too ware my hair and make-up. He would always introduce me as “My wife”, never by my name. I felt more like a high-priced whore than a wife. Now I’ve been replaced with a younger model. But it’s ok, that’s her problem now.

Incest sex story: A Day on the Dunes. Author: APerv2.

Incest story: A Day on the Dunes. Author: APerv2.

I have Steve, a great house and all the money I need. Needless to say, I’m fine.

Enough about me…

This one particular day we had decided to make a day of it. It had rained a little the night before so I told Steve to bring a change of clothes. The morning was beautiful; not a cloud in the sky to hide the mid July sun; a good day for tanning. With the bike on the trailer and a lunch in the cooler, we headed out to the sand dunes.

Steve rode for hours while I watched. I didn’t just watch Steve though. There were a lot of young guys out there that day. Some were riding and some were just standing around drinking beer and flirting with the girls. A few had even wandered over to try and start a conversation with me. It was so cute. These young guys trying to act all smooth and stuff like I hadn’t heard just about every line there was. We had a great day.

It was late in the afternoon when we ended the day. Steve and I had packed the bike away on the trailer and Steve was getting out of his riding gear. He was particularly muddy and I asked him to take off all his muddy pads and clothes and throw them in the plastic bag in the back.

“Mom….” He moaned to me as he looked around and scoped out the area.

I looked around as well. We were the only people there.

“I brought a chance of clothes for you Steve. There’s no one around. Just stand by the open door and change.”

It was funny… …He could ride around all day and show off for the girls but when it came to taking off his clothes in front of his mom… …he turned into my little boy.

He began to do as I asked and as he was struggling to get his muddy pants off he started to stumble.

“You all right over there?” I asked from the driver’s side of the truck. As he started to assure me he was fine… …he stumbled a few feet from the truck with his muddy riding pants around his knees, past the front fender and out of view.. I heard him yell out as he fell and rolled down a tiny hill.

I ran around the front of the truck and saw him sprawled out on the ground, pants around his knees damn near covered in mud. It would have been funny had he not been sprawled out on top of one of the many small cacti that littered the landscape.

“Steve… …you Ok?” I asked as I rushed to his side.

“Needles!” He shouted to me. “Ow…ow..ow…Needles!”

“Don’t move.” I told him. He laid as still as he could as I assessed the situation. He had rolled right over the cactus and there were quite a few cactus needles sticking in his right thigh. I saw more on his lower back. As I looked even closer, I could see the front of his underwear was covered with the little intruders as well.

Except for the cactus needles, he seemed Ok.

“Now listen…” I told him. “Keep your legs stiff and as straight as you can. I’m gunna pull you straight up onto your feet, OK?”

He looked worried but shook his head yes.

“OK. Give me your hands.”

He came right up onto his feet when I pulled.

“Is anyone around Mom?” He asked me as he searched the immediate area for anyone that may have seen.

I turned my head and looked all around. “No one’s here Steve.”

I helped him to his feet and slowly walked him to the truck. He took tiny steps; his pants still limited his mobility.

“Hold onto the door.” I told him as I knelt down and slid his riding jeans down to his feet. “Lift up.” He lifted one leg at a time allowing me to remove his pants. The whole time he scouted out the whole park for anyone that might have arrived to witness this unfortunate calamity.

“ The needles… …they’re everywhere.” He groaned.

“I know Hun. Just stand here and hold on to the door. I’m gunna get the first aid kit.”

I could see the embarrassment and worry etched on his face. He stood there in his underwear praying no one would drive up to do some late riding. It wasn’t likely, this was a dangerous place to ride at night, but people sometimes did it anyways. The sun was already making its way down behind the trees and whether they were riding or not, people sometimes hung out here to socialize, drink beer and no doubt smoke some pot. For now we were the only ones here, but we both knew that could change at any minute.

I retrieved the First Aid kit and his change of clothes and put them on the passenger seat next to Steve.

“What are you gunna do Mom?”

“I’m gunna get those cactus needles off you, Sweetie.”

It was a really good First Aid kit. It had everything in it. I could probably set a broken leg and maybe even take out a bad appendix with this First Aid kit and maybe an extra roll of paper towels.

I took the tweezers and the antiseptic wipes out of the case and told my son to show me his left side. He turned and faced the inside of the truck as I got squatted down and began pulling the needles out of his thigh with the tweezers.

“Does that hurt Steve?”

“Not really… …Are there a lot?”

“Not a whole lot as far as I can tell, but they’re pretty hard to see.” Then I looked up at my son and told him, “We’re gunna have to get your underwear off you know…”

I knew how he’d feel about that and I tried really hard not to smile when I said it but I could feel the corner of my mouth curling up a tiny bit.

“What?” He moaned.

“Well… …there’s a bunch that are stuck to your underwear Honey. I’m thinking that most of them will stay on your briefs when we take them off.”

“We!” He sighed, embarrassed even more.

He looked around constantly to make sure that no one was pulling into the parking area.

“Yes ‘We’” I told him.

“You can’t be taking off my underwear…You’re my mom.”

“I took your underwear off for the first seven years of your life Steven.” I smiled.

“I know but…Well…Now I’m grown up.” He tells me with a certain measure of pride. It was kinda hard to take him seriously with him standing there in his underwear looking around like a small monkey in the middle of an unruly heard of wildebeest.

“Would you prefer we wait for somebody to drive up and you can ask THEM if they’d mind giving you a hand?”

“Nooooo…”

“OK then.”

I stood up and told him my plan.

“I need you to slide both your hands down into the front of your briefs and I’m going to slide both my hands down the back…”

“You’re kidding?” He moaned as he shook his head and looked around again. Then he rested his forehead on the frame of the side window.

“Do you want all these needles out?”

“Yessssss…” He moaned.

“Well then… …When we get our hands down your underwear….”

I smiled a little. I couldn’t help it.

“Moooooom!”

“Sorry… …when we get our hands down there… …we need to pull the material out as far as we can away from your body. We’ll try to slide the underwear down and off without rubbing them against you. Hopefully most of the needles will come with them.”

“Hopefully? … Most?”” He asked with a sad look in his eyes.

“That’s the plan.” I told him.

He just looked at me for a minute, then he scanned the area again. Content for the moment that we were along, he rested his head down again on the top of the door and sighed this long agonizing sigh. You’d have thought I was asking him to squat down in the display window of Macy’s and take a shit…Mid-day on Christmas Eve!

“Do you have a better plan?”

“Nooooo…”

“Well, let’s try it.”

I reached for the back of his underwear.

“What about the needles that don’t come off with my underwear?” He asked me.

I just looked at him.

At that point I realized that I would have to pick them off my son with the tweezers. They were small needles; hard to see. The biggest ones were 1/4 inch and very, very thin. I was going to have to squat down and pick them out of my son’s ass… …and then turn him around and pick them out of anywhere else I found them.

“I’ll have to pick them out…” I told him bluntly. Now it was my turn to look around and see if anyone was around. The monkey had a friend.

It was kinda weird but I felt kinda like giggling. I felt really funny knowing that I might have to get down on my knees in front of my naked son and be that close to his privates. Maybe even touch them.

I wondered if he would let me do that. What if he wouldn’t? If HE couldn’t pick them out and he wouldn’t let me do it… …I would have to try and get him in the truck , bring him home and hope a shower might do it or…take him to the Emergency Room.

Then I thought, “Suppose he starts to get hard?”

The thought made my stomach feel funny. At first I thought it was kind of amusing, then… I was amazed I had even thought of such a thing.

“Maybe we should just go to the ER.” I thought briefly.

“Are we gunna do this.” Steven sounded pretty miserable.

“Sure, you ready?”

“Yeah, I guess…” He said as he turned towards the open door; his back to me.

I let my hands slide into my son’s underwear very slowly. I felt the backs of my hands against the hard cheeks of his ass.

“Ouch… …ouch… …ow…” Steve squirmed around as we both slid our hands into his briefs. I could feel the odd cactus needle poking my hands as well.

“You Ok?” I asked him.

“Yeah… …yeah… …let’s just get them off Mom, The needles are poking me everywhere. Shit…”

“Everywhere…” I thought. “Wow. This is gunna be interesting.”

We pulled the material out and away from his body and slowly began to work them down.

“Easy Mom.”

Steve kept his vigil, surveying the surrounding area and the road that led to the dunes.

“I am Sweetie.”

As I bent down to lower his briefs to the ground, his ass came into full view. His ass moved so close to my face as he bent over pulling the front of his underwear down, that my cheek almost brushed against his skin. As his knees bent… …I could see his balls hanging down between his legs. The sight took me by surprise. I hadn’t seen any BALLS in quite some time.

He stepped out of his briefs and looked over his shoulder at me and then browsed around again…Still no sign of anyone.

I took his briefs and threw them in the back of the trailer. I figured I’d just throw them away when we got home. When I turned back to my son, he stood with his front facing the open door and his back side towards me. He looked pretty strapping; a good bit older than 15 from this angle.

{I figured that was just the lonely divorcee throwing her two cents in.}

I stood up behind Steve and tried to comfort him a little.

“Don’t worry Steve. Hardly anyone comes up here once it starts to get dark.”

We both knew that was just wishful thinking. I didn’t think it was such a big deal. I figured if anyone came up here, they’d park as far away from us as the parking area would allow. Certainly granting us enough time and privacy to at least get my son into the truck with the doors closed. I think Steven was more worried that someone might see him naked…with his MOM.

It was unlikely we’d meet up with someone that knew I was Steven’s mother. As I know it doesn’t sound very humble but I have a feeling, considering the looks I get from a lot of these young boys, much to their girlfriend’s dismay, that most guys pulling up now catching Steven naked with me…Well…They might consider him a pretty lucky kid.
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