Chapter 1: The Washout
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa, Consensual, Reluctant, Fiction, Incest, Mother, Son, Oral Sex,
Desc: Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1: The Washout - A family trip between a mother and son takes an unexpected turn leading to surprises for both...
Pamela Travis focused on the pavement in front of her as she negotiated her Grand Cherokee down the forest road. The young mother had never driven this stretch of the county road before and its unfamiliarity worried her. Pamela glanced to her right and nervously smiled. Her fourteen-year old son Bobby slept peacefully in the front passenger seat, blissfully unaware of his mother’s worried thoughts.
Although it had been sunny and clear when the two left Kensington Corners for the surprise visit to her sister, Pamela had noticed the dark band of clouds in her rear view mirror shortly before she made the turn onto the forest road. She had hoped to cut some time off the trip to her younger sister Robin’s cabin by taking what appeared to be a shortcut on her map. But it was now clear to her that the forest road was too narrow to allow her to travel as fast as she had hoped. It looked like they would not make it to Robin’s until after dark. The silence in the Jeep made Pamela even more nervous. She glanced once again at her sleeping son and smiled. Pamela loved to dote on her boy. He was becoming a man, voice cracking and everything, he’s even a bit taller than herself and Pamela thought that this might be the last trip she would be able to take with him before he became more involved with his school friends and the inevitable distancing would begin. Pamela felt a pang of loneliness and realized that she wanted the company of her son.
“Bobby wake up,” she said. Bobby groaned but slowly opened his eyes to gaze at his mother. Her blond hair shined golden in the forest light, and her sparkling blue eyes warmly peered back at him.
“What’s the matter mom?” he asked. “Are we almost to Aunt Robin’s cabin.”
“No, I am afraid I decided to take a shortcut that is turning out to be slower than I thought,” she responded. “We still have a ways to go and I wanted some company while I drive.”
“Okay, I’m awake now.”
Bobby yawned and stretched and then glanced out the back of the Jeep.
“Jeez mom, look how dark it is getting behind us. It sure looks like a big storm is heading our way,” Bobby said.
“I was afraid of that,” his mother stated. “Don’t worry, I think we are only about seventy miles from Aunt Robin’s and this Jeep is safe and warm.”
Just as the words left her mouth the first drops of rain struck the Jeep’s windshield. Those drops quickly turned to a torrent and Pamela turned the wipers on full speed. The blades did little good because the skies had unleashed a punishing amount of water.
Pamela carefully guided the Jeep farther down the roadway, aware that the shoulder had dropped sharply down into a gully on the right-hand side of the pavement. The gully soon became a small ravine with a small stream bed that was quickly filling with the runoff from the thunderstorm. Without warning the asphalt ended, leaving nothing more than a gravel trail along side the ravine.
“Mom, maybe we should pull over. I can’t see very well. Can you?” Bobby said.
“I just want to make it around this next bend in the road. The ground looks even up ahead,” Pamela responded.
Pamela realized that she was still driving a bit too fast for the conditions and applied her brakes. The Jeep fish-tailed sideways and it was all Pamela could do to keep the vehicle from careening down into the ravine. Still the Jeep kept to the gravel road. Through the shadows, Pamela thought she spotted a sign off to the left of the roadside, but could not read what it said. She hoped it would confirm her thought that this town road would soon merge with the county highway she remembered from the map.
“Wow that was close, mom,” Bobby sighed.
“I do not think I have ever seen so much rain before!”
The Jeep continued down the road. The ravine running along the road became steeper, sloping down into what now appeared to be a raging river. The rain showed no sign of relenting and Pamela became more worried as she could no longer see very far up the gravel road, even with the Jeep’s headlights burning a path through the storm.
A blinding flash of lightning illuminated a sharp curve in the road and Pamela slammed on her brakes just as the rumble of the thunder reached the inside of the Jeep. The Jeep fish-tailed again in the mud and gravel of the forest road. Both Pamela and Bobby screamed and the Jeep began to slide over the ravine edge. The Jeep teetered over the brow, with its back right wheel spinning in mid-air as the young mother pressed the accelerator.
Pamela was barely able to keep the vehicle from careening into the swirling waters of the dark ravine. As the Jeep lurched forward, the engine suddenly stalled and the vehicle came to rest. Pamela attempted to start the vehicle again to no avail. As she turned the keys in the ignition, she felt the Jeep start to roll backwards.
“Bobby! Get out of the Jeep now,” she yelled frantically.
Bobby, hesitated and then quickly unbuckled his lap belt and opened his door. The wind and rain made it difficult but he was still able to jump free from the door, his leg caught on the door frame and he heard a loud ripping noise. Still he lept clear from the vehicle, landing in a puddle along the edge of the ravine. From outside the Jeep, he saw his mother open her door, look back inside the Jeep for something and then leap free, just as the vehicle lurched backwards and over the edge of the ravine. The Jeep’s headlines scissored upwards into the storm-darkened sky before disappearing over the edge. The young man lay stunned in the muddy roadway, the rain pelting him in the face.
“Bobby are you hurt ... Bobby ... answer me,” Pamela frantically yelled through the storm. The stunned man blinked and looked in the direction of his mother’s voice. He shook his head to clear the water from his eyes. Bobby could just make out the shadowy shape of his mother as she crawled towards him in the blinding rain. His mother appeared unhurt and Bobby sighed in relief.
“Mom, I am okay,” he said. He looked down and saw that his pants pocket had caught on something as he fell from the jeep and had torn a large flap of the cloth away.
“Baby, I am so sorry,” Pamela cried as she approached her young son. The rain continued to pelt the two as they lay in the muddy roadway. Alone and wet, but alive.
Once Bobby was certain he was not hurt, he looked over again to his mother and gasped. In the dim light he could still see his mother’s form as she came closer. His young eyes were immediately drawn down to Pamela’s chest. The rain had soaked his mother’s silky white turtleneck and it now clung possessively to her large breasts. Bobby could see every detail of her lacy bra through the soaked material and even the dark circles of her areola were visible through the transparent cloth. Even though they had just survived a life threatening accident, the teen felt his cock lurch as he looked at his mother’s mesmerizing breasts. Bobby looked away as Pamela finally reached him.
“My baby, are you sure you are not hurt?” Pamela wrapped her arms around Bobby in a fierce embrace, clutching her boy’s face to her chest.
Bobby lay startled in his mother’s enveloping arms; his face pressed against her breasts. The young man’s eyes locked on to one of his mother’s breasts a mere three inches away. It looked huge to his startled eyes. Whether it was the cold rain or the shock of the accident, Bobby noticed his mother’s nipple, full and erect, protruding through her bra and soggy shirt. The dark nub stuck a full inch out from the surface of her breast. Pamela had always been very modest around her young son, and Bobby had never seen either his mother’s breasts or their large nipples before.
Bobby felt his cock lengthen as he stared at his mother’s near naked breast, and he began to pull away from his mother’s embrace.
Pamela was oblivious to her son’s stare. She looked past him into the yawning crevice along side the road. All her possessions: purse, jacket, and most importantly, cell phone, were sunk to the bottom of the raging creek bed. “What are we going to do?” she thought to herself. Then, she remembered seeing the road sign before the accident and decided that they needed to figure out where they were.
“Come on Bobby,” Pamela said. “We need to find a place to get out of the storm. Can you walk okay.”
Her young son clutched at her side. The warmth of his body felt soothing to the frightened mother. Pamela looked down and saw the long tear in her son’s pants and became worried that he had been injured in the fall from the Jeep.
“Bobby, stand up ... let me see if you are hurt,” she ordered him.
“No mom, I am okay really,” he responded. “I just tore my pants a bit.”
“Stand up this minute Bobby, ” Pamela ordered her son.
The young man slowly pulled away from his mother and began to stand, fully aware that his penis was now straining his wet underwear to the tearing point. Bobby looked down sheepishly, hoping his mom would not discover his excited condition.
Pamela sat kneeling in the mud, her concerned eyes peering at her young son’s lower leg and the muddy scratches that circled his kneecap. Her eyes never looked upward, much to her son’s relief. As he looked down, he once again noticed the transparent sight of his mother’s waterlogged turtleneck. His mother’s breasts with their turgid nipples jiggled and swayed as she slowly caressed his lower leg. Bobby’s cock stretched even further against the taut material of his briefs. To the teen’s embarrassment he felt the head of his penis lift and press downward until it popped free of its confines. His shaft stretched downward until it lay flat against his thigh.
The young mother continued to caress her son’s knee. The rain water slowly washed away the mud and soil from his flesh and it was quickly apparent that he had suffered nothing more than surface scratches to his skin. Relieved, she relaxed with the knowledge that her son was not hurt. A movement in the upper edges of her vision caused her to shift her eyes upward. Pamela was stunned by the sight confronting her.
Her eyes locked on her son’s turgid cock, throbbing and swaying less than a foot from her startled face. She gasped out loud. Bobby’s penis was the largest she had ever seen. It was both magnificent and freakish to the flushed mother who could not contemplate such a big shaft on her young son who until now had been her little boy.
Pamela felt a quick flash of heat run throughout her body as she continued to stare at Bobby’s penis. She felt her face flush in a combination of embarrassment and sexual excitement. Realizing that her son could not see where her eyes were focused because her wet bangs shielded her face, Pamela allowed her eyes to linger longer on the big cock than she knew she should.
“How did he get such a big penis,” she thought. She knew it was not from her husband, whose prick had been much smaller. But Bobby, even at fourteen, had what seemed to her more than a man-sized cock.
“Yes, it was a cock, a hard throbbing cock” she thought, suddenly liking the sound of the word. It was not a “wiener” like she used to lovingly call Bobby’s penis when he was younger. The last time she saw her son naked was a few years earlier when she used to bathe him. But back then, she had no idea the cute little penis that she used to tickle and massage in the bathtub would grow into the massive pole she saw before her now.
Although her religious background had prevented her from dating much after her husband had died three years earlier, she still longingly remembered the sex she used to enjoy with Stephen. She did not like to admit it to herself, but she knew that was the part of her marriage that she missed the most. She and her husband had not seen eye-to-eye on many things, particularly about how much time she spent doting on their young boy. But he used to make her feel exhilarated in the bedroom, even if she did not dare do the things he occasionally pleaded with her to perform.
Bobby’s penis looked positively obscene as it lay along Bobby’s skinny thigh. ‘It was almost ... mouth watering ... an obscene but still mouth watering ... cock, ‘ Pamela involuntarily swallowed to her thoughts.
Its presence was hypnotic to Pamela. The same two words were locked in Pamela’s brain as the massive head twitched and throbbed near her flushed face. ‘Mouth watering, cock, yes, ‘ she thought. But _that_ was the thing that her late husband had wanted most of all and which she had always refused. A man’s penis might be for many things ... but it was not for putting in her mouth. But maybe she would have changed her mind if her husband had possessed a prick the size of Bobby’s.
A rolling thunderbolt shook Pamela from her thoughts. She diverted her eyes downward from her son’s big cock, and then quickly peeked at the large shaft once last time and shivered.
“My god, Bobby I am so sorry, your pants are torn but your knee does not look hurt,” she said. Avoiding looking at his still naked cock, she peered down the roadway in the direction in which they had just driven.
“I think I saw a sign down the road, maybe we can find a place to get out of the rain.”
Bobby pulled his eyes away from his mother’s breasts and looked at her face. The young man was extremely relieved that she had not noticed his naked hard on. Expelling a sigh of relief, he quickly tucked his swollen rod back into his briefs.
“Okay mom,” Bobby said. “Maybe we can find a house and the owners will let us use a phone to call Aunt Robin so she can pick us up.”
Pamela nodded and smiled at her son as she stood up. A quick glance confirmed that Bobby had covered his penis, although a large bulge was still obvious through the wet cloth of his pants. It was at that point that Pam began to wonder what had caused her son’s cock to become erect. Was it the shock of the accident or something else that triggered the reaction she wondered.
A gust of wind slammed a sheet of rain into the young mother causing her look downward and away from the stinging pellets of water. It was then that she knew what caused her son’s sexual reaction. Her turtleneck was soaked and nearly transparent and her swollen nipples protruded angrily through her clothing. She even noticed that the red circles of her areola were visible. A further flush of sexual tension rushed through Pamela as she realized that it was her nearly naked breasts that caused the erection of Bobby’s big cock.
“My God,” she thought. “I might as well be naked.”
Even though she knew it was wrong in her heart, she smiled when she realized that it was her body that caused her son’s hard on. The tingle in her nipples and clitoris was now a dull throbbing and she knew it was because of the sexual charge in the air from seeing her son’s naked penis for the first time in years.
“Come on Bobby, we have to get out of this storm,” Pamela said as she grabbed her son’s hand and guided him back down the road towards the shadowed sign she had spotted just before the accident which turned out nothing more than a warning sign about the condition of the road.