Later in the evening, after using the bathroom again, Julie said, “Time for bed. I will see you in the morning.”
“Nooo!” Dylan protested. “Just 5 more minutes. I just put another log on the fire. We need it to burn down first.”
Julie was in no state to protest, so she stumbled over in front of her son. As she began to fall into his lap as before, she felt her son’s hands on her hips, guiding her down on his lap backwards rather than sideways. Dylan moved one hand to her neck, providing a light massage while pushing her torso forward, her elbows now on his knees.
She felt very exposed, almost like sitting on the toilet. Her feet were planted wide, her butt cheeks were spread apart, baring all of her private areas to her son.
“Mmmmm,” crept out of Julie’s mouth as Dylan’s tender touch on her neck drove shivers down her body. His other hand was on her hip, subtly rubbing the sheer fabric tightly stretched by her sexy hip, now curved seductively.
“Oooh, oh, ah,” Julie moaned, her head spinning. She looked at the camper, a dim reflection revealing how her body was mounted on her son. Suddenly aware of the level of impropriety, she stood to get up.
“Not yet mom. You are still too unsteady on your feet. Let’s wait a few more minutes.”
“Dywun, Dylan,” Julie struggled with her words. “Let me go. We shouldn’t be doing this. I am your mother.”
“I will mom. Just a few more minutes.”
Julie’s mind was a bit foggy. Why was she having trouble putting her thoughts together? Her head felt so heavy. She leaned forward even further, almost resting on Dylan’s knees.
Her son moved his other hand down to her hips, her body almost folded like an accordion. With a gentle though firm tug, he pulled his mom’s ass even deeper into his lap, rubbing her body against his swollen cock. Her body felt electric to his touch, the thin slick fabric tantalizing his touch. He rubbed his hands halfway down her thighs, absorbing her sexy essence into his being.
“Dylan, let me up! St-stop touching me like vat,” Julie said, slurring her words. Small explosive caution flares were trying to fire off in her brain. Yet her body was so comfortable in her son’s hands, the warmth of his touch and the feeling of the alcohol lessening her resistance. She was fully aware of her son’s bulging member, now beating in rhythm with her own soft flesh. She understood how her son was positioning her body to give him maximum pleasure.
Dylan continued to allow his hands to enjoy every square inch of his mom’s sexy tights. His hands rolled over her hips and down her thighs, only to creep back up, pulling her ass into him tightly again.
“Mmmmm,” generated deep in Julie’s throat, barely conscious she was making the sound. The opposing pressure of Dylans crotch against her exposed private area felt scandalous, like she was in high school again. She felt her head fall further, almost parallel with his knees, her body mostly limp, pinned to her son by his capable hands.
As his engorged cock pulsated against his mom’s pussy, Dylan’s own conscience came into play. While immensely pleasurable, this was not the way he wanted it to go. His mom was inebriated, demeaning the experience.
“OK, mom, time to go to bed.” Dylan pushed his mom to her feet, unsteady on her own, her round bubble butt was right in front of his face. He could not resist. He placed his spread palms on them, their flesh spilling between his fingers as he squeezed her generous flesh.
“Heeey, b-buddy,” Julie protested meekly.
Dylan fondled her a moment longer, imprinting it into his memory. Then he stood, put his arm around his mom’s waist, walking with her to the camper. He put his mom safely to bed next to his father, hoping someday that would be him.
The next morning Dylan and his mom were abruptly awoken by Cliff.
“Wake up sleepy heads! What are you still doing in bed? I figured we’d be all packed up by now!”
The late night and alcohol had caused them to sleep well into the morning. Cliff was already back from fishing. They slowly joined him and cleaned up the campsite and packed up the RV. Soon they were on the road, Dylan reclining on the bed in the back playing on his phone.
“You don’t look so good Julie,” Dylan heard his dad say at the front of the RV. “You feelin’ OK?”
“I think so, Honey. Just tired. I have a bit of a headache,” she replied.
Always wanting to take good care of his wife, Cliff suggested, “Why don’t you jump in the back with Dylan and lie down and rest?”
Without hesitation Julie slowly made her way to the back of the RV, falling on the bed next to her son, out of Cliff’s eyesight.
Putting her mouth next to Dylan’s ear, she whispered, “What happened last night?”
Dylan answered her question with one of his own. “How much do you remember?”
“I remember you being a jerk and a pervert!” Julie rolled on her side next to Dylan, playfully whacking him on the stomach, letting her hand remain on his torso. A lazy hangover smile displayed on her face.
“A pervert? I’ll let you know, I was a perfect gentleman!” he countered in hushed tones.
“A perfect gentleman?” Julie questioned. “Well who was the young man pressing his crotch into my butt last night? Who was the young man pinning me to his lap?”
“OK. Guilty as charged. But in my defense, I happen to have a mom who also pretends to be my wife sometimes. And she is an absolute hottie! It’s not my fault I can’t keep my hands off her.”
Julie whacked him a few more times, not saying anything else, in fact only snuggling up to him further, enjoying the compliment.
“What’s the very last thing you remember from last night, mom?” Dylan asked.
“I remember you giving me a back massage, and touching my legs even though I told you not to!”
“True. Do you also remember enjoying the massage? Do you also remember being very drunk? Do you also remember how your son didn’t take advantage of you but put you to bed like a gentleman?”
His rhetorical questions made a positive impression on Julie. She certainly did remember the amazing feeling of the final hour of their scandalous evening. Her body hadn’t felt that way in a while. And now she also remembered the gentle care of her son. Perhaps she had overlooked how Dylan had matured and should be trusted. Sure, he was a young horndog at times, but also a faithful son. A warm feeling washed over her, feeling content and safe next to her son.
She snuggled up to him further, stretching her arm across his chest. She realized that one of her breasts was now comfortably resting on top of her son. There was no denying that both of them were aware of this very sensual contact. Curled on her side, she slid her leg on top of Dylan, pulling it up until her thigh rested on his crotch. Resting her head on his chest, she began to doze off in a state of complete relaxation and contentment.
The last thing she remembered was feeling her son’s penus begin to swell under the touch of her thigh. Though almost sleep, she smiled, allowing her conscience to be OK with his arousal. In fact, she was a little pleased. She readjusted her leg slightly, rubbing her son’s penus with her thigh. Though subtle, Dylan now knew his mom was aware of his erection, even approving of it, and certainly the cause of it.
They had undoubtedly reached a new level of intimacy in their relationship.
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