Camping With Mom

by Slippery Saddle Bum

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa, Consensual, Fiction, True Story, Incest, Mother, Son, First, Squirting, .

Desc: Sex Story: A 16 yr. old son gets a once in a lifetime shot to put the meat to his sexy mom.

Originally By Mark...

PAY ATTENTION ... and DON’T BE A DINGLE-BERRY. I’m re-posting this so I’m sure there’ll be dingle-berries who’ll mentally accuse me of stealing the story. Fact is, a few years back, someone copied, pasted and posted this (MY) exact version with his name on it as the author ... on the same site that it was already posted on. How do you spell STUPID?

(Below this is the intro that went with the 2008 posting of my re-write of the story ... The original author, Mark, read it, contacted me, complimented my version and gave me its background, telling me that it was a true story but it only happened once.

(( I forget where I originally copied this story from and who actually wrote it but I saw that it had potential, rewrote it and posted it on this site. ))

I re-wrote and posted the story in 2008, on the same site that it was originally posted on ... I thought the story had great potential but it had a very low rating because it wasn’t that well written.

I was later contacted by Mark, the original writer. Mark told me that it was a true story and only happened that one time. He said they went back home the next day and never spoke of it again. He also said that he liked my version a lot better than what he’d written. This story was my first post on any site. It eventually had nearly two million reads and was still rated at a little over 93% when I took it down. I could have spent more time on the re-write but it’s quite a bit more readable than the original version was. It’s A Fictionalized True Story of Incest between a Teen Male and his hot pussy Mom. Needless to say, Mark’s name isn’t Mark and his last name isn’t included because his Dad never knew that Mark spent that night pumping his meat into his mom.

The story you’ll be reading is what I deleted (along with ALL my stories) in early 2011, when the moderators of the site I was using decided that it was their duty to dictate what authors were allowed to post and what their readers were allowed to read. I was the first of several other writers who pulled all of our stories from their site to protest such a preposterous and high handed presumption of authority. It took a year and some heavy blows to their heads (figuratively) and, for a short time, it appeared that they smartened up. (But ... we were wrong. They’re DNAssholes and we should have known, as everyone does, that assholes do NOT smarten up ... EVER. They not only went back to imposing their bullying bullshit but they deleted thousands of excellently written, highly rated stories from their years of archived stories by authors long gone ... People need to wake up and realize that Liberalism is Socialism and that tolerating and accepting their Political Correctness is Social Suicide. Their rule is: only the Politically Correct gets to say what they think.


It was January 1985 and I was your normal almost 16 year old ... always full of energy and ready to do anything fun and exciting. At nearly six feet tall, one of my favorite things to do was hiking and camping in the mountains, near our home. Ever since I was born, my mom, dad and I have taken trips up into the mountains to hunt & fish. We’d spend days camped in a tent next to our favorite lake ... most times without seeing another human being. But this year we didn’t get to take our usual trip because dad was working six days a week. All year long, I’d looked forward to the trip and Mom could tell that I was really depressed about not going.

Mom and I have always been very close. She wakes me up and puts me to bed every night with a hug and a kiss. She’s an attractive woman but I’d never specifically focused on her in a sexual way. Don’t get me wrong though because, like most boys, I’ve sometimes made a special effort to catch an occasional peek at her when she’s changing or getting out of the shower. About two months before the ‘incident’ that I’m about to tell you about, I’d been lucky and gotten a good two or three minute look at her while she was drying her hair after her shower. I was looking just as the towel she had wrapped around her came loose and fell to the floor. She didn’t bother to pick it up so I got a long and lingering view of her naked body. I could see that she had a very nice figure with firm, perky tits and a sexy, well rounded ass. Her pussy was covered with a soft and delicious looking pelt of jet black hair that gave me a violent hard on. She’s not fat and not skinny ... just healthy looking and in good shape. Her long black hair and green eyes are a family trait that all the women in our family have. I guess I’d say she was average height and weight.

It was Friday morning and I was eating my breakfast when mom came into the kitchen and dropped a little surprise on me.

“Good morning, sweetheart!” she smiled at me as I sat there in my depression.

In acknowledgement, I answered” Hey mom”.

In a cheery voice, she asked, “What would you say if I told you that you and I were going to the mountains this weekend?”

It took a few seconds for what she said to sink in and then I exclaimed, “Are you serious?” I was suddenly so excited that I about pissed myself.

“Yes, I’m serious. I know your dad won’t be able to come, because he’s working six days a week, but I figure you and I could still have a pretty good time without him. What do you say?”

“I say I’m going to go pack right now!” I jumped up, without finishing my breakfast, kissed her on her cheek and took off for my room.

“We can leave as soon as you get your things together.”, she shouted up the stairs. I was dressed, packed and ready to go in less than 10 minutes. As I carried my gear downstairs I saw that mom had already packed her things and had them sitting by the door. We loaded them into the car and off we went.

Being that we live so far north and it was the middle of January, it was blistering cold outside. Not quite freezing, but still in the low 40s. It’d be colder in the mountains but perfect camping weather.

After a three hour drive, we got to the spot where we always park our car. We got out, gathered our equipment and had a quick bite to eat, before we started the five hour hike to where we do our camping. It’s a long hike but the view of the peaceful lake and beautiful surrounding mountain wilderness is its own reward. My mom may be 38 but she’s in good shape and can carry her own share of the gear. We’d packed pretty light ... just a small tent, sleeping rolls, cooking supplies, the clothes we were wearing and fishing gear. Everything was tucked neatly into our backpacks. My rifle was slung over my shoulder, just in case we ran into an aggressive animal.

We’d been hiking for about 4 hours when the sky quickly became overcast with dark, heavy clouds. It was close to 4 in the afternoon and it looked like we were going to get rained on so we moved up the hill until we found a small nearly level spot to set up a camp. We still had another hour to hike before we got to our favorite fishing spot but now we’d have to wait till morning.

Just as we set our packs down, it started to rain and, almost immediately, the rain became a cold, drenching downpour. The temperature was near freezing so our wet hands were soon hurting from the cold. By the time we got the tent set up, our clothes were were completely soaked and neither of us had a dry spot on us. Wet to the bone, cold and shivering, we ducked into the tent and collapsed on the tent floor. In this downpour, there was no way that we were going to be able to start a fire, to warm up and dry out. That’s when we discovered that, in our frenzy to get the tent set up, mom’s sleeping roll came up missing. I ducked outside and did a quick look-around but it must have been washed down the hillside. Now there was only mine and it was the only thing we had that was remotely dry.

In a shivering voice, mom said “Turn around for a minute, honey. I’m going to strip these wet clothes off and get into the sleeping bag to try and warm up.” I swiveled around and listened as she undressed and plopped her wet clothes in a pile in the corner of the tent. Any other time, I’d have

loved sneaking a peek at her naked body but, as I stood there freezing my balls off, I didn’t even think about turning to look. As soon as she was undressed, she crawled into the down-filled sleeping bag and told me to do the same.

She could tell I was a little reluctant and said, “Come on. Get those wet clothes off and get in here. You’re going to get pneumonia. I’ll close my eyes. Hurry!”

As I stripped down to my underwear it dawned on me that I was about to get into a one person sleeping bag with my naked mother. I wasn’t sure if it was the cold that was making me shake or the thought of getting next to her naked body. I looked down and saw her staring up at me, “Hurry up and take those wet shorts off, too! The only way we’re going to survive this night is with our body heat.”

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