After a while, everyone got up to make S’mores. Julie got up, almost unsteady on her feet, having finished her second beer. She didn’t want a messy Smore, but wanted to stand closer to the fire with the others. Dylan made one for himself, and she couldn’t resist having a bite of his. It tasted so good against the bitter backdrop of the IPA in her mouth. Making another S’more, her son fed her again, purposely smearing marshmallow on her face. This resulted in playful hitting and some tickling. The group of people laughed along with their guests, enjoying the genuine affection the young couple had for each other.
As people began to head back to their chairs, Julie and Dylan realized that their chairs were now full, a bit of musical chairs mix-up.
“Let’s just go back to our campsite, Dylan. It’s getting late,” Julie suggested.
The guitar player started plucking a popular country song. “Oh, this is a good one,” Dylan said. “Let’s stay a bit longer.”
They simply remained standing, swaying to the music enjoying the song. A few others also folded up their chairs, wanting to stretch their legs while the guitar played. As a woman strolled over to Julie, her man following, I stepped aside and stood behind my mom, putting my hands on her sweatshirt-covered waist. I felt her body tense, feeling exposed and uncomfortable.
The woman and her quickly began to chat it up, as I did with the man who came with her. Both of us standing behind our women, we snuggled up to them, swaying to the music. Though still covered by her sweatshirt, I pressed my crotch into my mom’s round ass. She turned with a brief alarmed glance, though her slightly inebriated state loosened her concerns.
During a lull in her conversation, she leaned her head back and whispered in my ear, “What are you doing!”
“Just enjoying the music with my beautiful mom. Relax.”
She tried to step forward, escaping contact with my crotch, but my hands kept her firmly planted in place.
“Let go of me,” she whispered, squirming in my hands, unable to make much of a scene so near the other couple.
As her conversation with the woman resumed, I moved my hands slightly down her hips onto her thighs, following the length of her sweatshirt. My mom placed her hands on mine, applying pressure, wanting to prevent any impropriety. As I reached the bottom of her sloppy sweatshirt, I hooked my thumbs under the hem. I waited until her conversation became more animated, and then slowly started pulling up my hands, and her sweatshirt, up her body. By the time she realized what was going on, her sloppy sweatshirt was now bunched up around her waist, my hands holding it in place. Her glorious ass, covered only by the thin lycra material, was pressed back against my crotch.
The nearby couple eventually moved on away from us.
“Dylan, get your hands off of me. This is not OK,” Julie protested in my ear, my hands keeping her firmly planted in front of me.
Julie felt so exposed! Her son’s crotch was pressed against her butt, and she was only wearing tights! She dropped her hands in front of her privates, uncomfortable having her womanhood so easily viewable by others. She felt naked, almost like wearing nylons with no skirt.
Julie continued to be disappointed with her son. Why didn’t he let her go? Why was he treating her like that? Her tights expertly curved around her butt cheeks deep into her crack. And now she could feel her son’s penus pressed in between them! As she tried to wiggle away, she could sense his meaty member growing in size!
“Dylan,” with clenched teeth, “let me go!” she repeated.
I leaned my mouth near her ear. “Mom, remember last night when you punched me in the nuts?”
Dylan waited for a reply, forcing his mom to answer his rhetorical question.
“Yes son, I remember.”
“Remember how much it hurt me? Well, standing here with you makes me feel a little better. It’s the least you can do after what you did.”
Her son’s manipulation was blatant and alarming. Yet she felt the corners of her mouth curl up, always impressed by his cunning and playfulness. She began to feel more pressure on her butt. ‘Eeew,’ she thought to herself. But despite the motherly disgust she felt, her heart beat just a little faster knowing how her body pleased her son.
Then Dylan’s hands slowly moved from her hips and began to wrap around her sweatshirt on her flat stomach, pulling her even tighter to him. Without making a scene, she placed her hands on his, wanting to prevent any further movement. Despite her firm grip, his hands continued to wrap around her abdomen. His forearms moved up, the bottom of her weighty breasts now resting on his arms despite wearing a bra.
She almost felt like she couldn’t breathe. “Dylan!” she gasped. “What are you doing?”
The embrace had caused my cock to harden even further. My crotch was pressing in between my mom’s ass cheeks, and now her glorious globes were resting on my arms. I could feel her body begin to tremble, making my own cock twitch in response. I felt my mom dig her nails into my arm deeper and deeper, doing her best to make me end the captive embrace.
“Dylan! Please stop! St, stop now! I, I am so uncomfortable,” leaning back, pleading more ardently in my ear.
“OK, Mom,” I whispered back. “I don’t want to hurt you. But you still owe me for punching me in the nuts. If we go back to our campsite, you have to promise me you will sit in my lap by the fire.”
Julie was even more pissed! How dare her son suggest such a thing! “Not on your life!” she blurted out.
Dylan’s response was simply to pull his arms up tighter around mom, more of her ample breasts laying on his own limbs. She could sense her son’s swollen member growing further. She needed to do something to make it stop.
“Fine! I will sit on your lap! Just please take me back!”
Dylan waited a few more moments, enjoying the standing embrace and the feel of their bodies pressed together vertically.They said their goodbyes, leaving the shared site holding hands. As they distanced themselves, Julie began beating against her son with her other hand.
“You are such a jerk, Dylan. Why can’t you keep your hands off of me? You are such a horndog! I am your mother. God! I was so embarrassed.”
Dylan just took her verbal and physical assaults, already looking forward to returning to their campsite. He noticed that despite his mom’s rant, she had no distress with him holding her hand, their fingers interlocked, Dylan caressing hers with his thumb. As they entered their campsite, Julie pulled her hand away, worried about her husband seeing them. She peeked into the camper, not surprised to hear Cliff snoring away.
I brought our campfire back to life and sat down in one of our high-backed oversized camping chairs. My mom came over to sit on my lap as we had agreed. She pulled her sweatshirt down tight, making it clear she was going to prevent any hijinks. She sat down on my lap almost sideways, and we wiggled a bit to find a comfortable position.
“Sorry about making a scene over there mom, making you uncomfortable. I’ve just never had a real girlfriend, and it’s so fun being around you with others.” I said.
“I know you have a good heart, Dylan. You can just be so disrespectful at times. Remember, I’m your mother. You need to do a better job of listening to me.”
“What’s that?” I asked, jokingly.
“You need to do a better job listening….Hey! Stop that!” She slapped my chest, finally getting my joke.
We continued to banter back and forth, enjoying the fire and each other. We have always gotten along together so well, our dialogue only growing more comfortable and natural as I became older. And now our new unique relationship had accelerated the depth of our friendship. A few months ago, sitting on her son’s lap would have been embarrassing to his mother. Now she appeared fully relaxed sitting with him, even enjoying herself.
Julie shivered on my lap. “Mom, I’m cold too. Let’s add a log to the fire,” I commented.
“Sounds good. I’ll go use the bathroom real quick,” she said.
When Julie returned to sit on her son’s lap, Dylan mischievously pulled her long sweatshirt up to her waist at the last minute so that her lycra tights were fully exposed when she sat on his lap.
“Dylan!” slapping his chest again. “Really? Again!” attempting to stand up to correct the situation.
Dylan’s hands on her legs prevented her from standing up. He was already enjoying the round flesh of his mom’s ass now connected to his lap.
“Let me up son!”
“No. I won’t. You hit me in the nuts yesterday. Not OK. Now you have to pay the price. You owe me. Take a chill pill.”
Julie attempted once again to release herself. She rarely even sat with her husband like that. She loved the way her tight yoga pants clunged to her legs, but it felt improper for others, even her husband, to grope her while wearing them. Now pinned to her son’s lap, a sense of forbidden naughtiness made her heart pound once again.
Jared grabbed a nearby blanket, covering them both, making his mom feel a little less exposed. Dylan began sipping on another beer he had just opened from his dad’s supply.
“Where’d you get that?” Julie asked him.
“Where do you think? There were two more left. Both mine, unless you want one.”
Julie wasn’t so sure that her son should be drinking four beers all in the same night. As she snuggled in under the blanket, and the campfire reflected off her face, the hoppy fragrance and condensation on his bottle made her mouth water. She was still feeling a little buzz from her first two beers, but one more wouldn’t hurt.
“I don’t want you drinking four beers in one night, son. Give me the last one.”
He handed over the final beer, already prepared for her. Julie took a long first drink, shivering once again by the cold shock of the alcohol down her throat. She wiggled her body closer to Dylan, getting comfortable with her head leaning on his shoulder.
She was fully content. She had no worries in the world. She had a wonderful husband sound asleep in the camper, enjoying a weekend of fishing, his favorite thing to do. Her own real estate dreams were coming to fruition, thanks to the help of her son. And now she was resting comfortably in his lap, her body enjoying the effects of being more intoxicated than in years. The two continued their chatting, enjoying their semi-drunk slurred state with each other.
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