After three straight years of not taking a vacation James, my husband, finally bit the bullet and took two weeks off from his precious job so we could go on a family camping trip. It would just be the three of us, James, our son Robert and myself, Joyce Williams. The thought of being out of the confines of our house with my husband and son on a two week trek down a tranquil river conjured up thoughts of sexual intimacies with my husband, things we hadn't done in quite some time. I mean it wasn't like Jim didn't like making love to me it just seemed like he never had the time anymore.
Jim and I have been married for over 18 years and our son Robert just turned fifteen this spring. He is a good boy, if a little bit shy and naïve about life in general. Robert really enjoys school and spends most of his time on the computer or in the city library studying for classes. Although his father doesn't worry about his maturing at all I have been concerned that he has become way too much of a bookworm. Not that I think that there is anything wrong with making good grades, quite to the contrary, but I do think that at his age Robert should have had at least one girlfriend in his life, but alas that had not happened, at least not yet.
On Saturday morning we packed our SUV and four hours later we found ourselves in the National Park, had our raft rented and were off for two whole weeks of rest and relaxation. None of us are expert rafters so Jim had planned a route that would take us down a serene river allowing us to camp on the many beaches along the way. Robert helped his father load the raft and the three of us pushed off the beach and we paddled off down river. Jim had already picked our camping spot for the night, which was about three hours down river, and when he saw the high cliffs and sandy beach he check his map and called up to me to hold my paddle steady so he could make the right turn and head for the beach. We landed the raft without incident and began unpacking for the night. James and Robert set up our tent first then they set up Roberts. While the men folks did all the hard work I set up the camp stove and started dinner.
"Hey mom, what's for dinner?" Robert called from across the beach.
"I'm cooking up some chicken breasts and rice, hope that's OK with you two."
"Sounds good to me mom."
"Me too honey. Right now I could eat a frigin horse. Hey, did you remember to bring the box of wine?"
"Sure did, you want a glass?"
I poured Jim and myself a glass of wine and while he relaxed and sipped on his I finished cooking our evening meal. We finished eating and then sat around a small fire Robert had made talking about the day and the rest of our trip. Jim and Robert helped me wash the dishes with beach sand and water from the river and then we repacked the raft then decided to go to bed early so we could get a quick start the next morning. I was inside our tent and thinking that I was all sweaty from the day on the river and cooking over the fire and I needed to take a pee so when Jim poked his head inside I told him I was going to get cleaned up before slipping into the sleeping bag. "Sweetheart, I'm going to go down the beach a bit and go to the bathroom and then take a quick bath."
"OK hon, just be careful."
"I will." I gathered up a bar of soap, a washcloth and towel and eased out of the tent. I looked over at Robert's tent and it was dark and I assumed that he was already asleep so I quietly crept about twenty feet down the beach and stripped out of my clothes then walked behind a bush, squatted and pee-ed. Finished with my business I walked down to the river and waded out a couple of feet and began to wash off the dust and dirt of the day.
Inside Roberts' tent he was laying back on his sleeping bag just listening to the sounds of the night when he heard his mother tell his father that she was going to go out and wash up. He listened as she walked by his tent then he quietly turned around and grabbed his binoculars and eased open the tent flap a couple of inches. He lay there flat, the binoculars resting in his hands, his wrists crooked up to hold them steady as he focused on the fading image of his mother walking down the deserted beach. There was enough ambient moonlight that he could clearly see her as she reached down crosswise and grabbed her t-shirt and lifted it up and over her head then dropped it onto the sand. She looked upward at the sky as she reached around behind her and unsnapped her bra and let it slide down her arms and then dropped it onto her t-shirt. With a finger on either side of her shorts she pushed them and her panties down and over her butt and then stepped out of them and walked behind the bushes and took a pee.
This voyeurism of his mother was nothing new to Robert, he did it all the time and his mom didn't have a clue. God if she knew what he looked at on the computer she would have a heart attack. As Robert watched his mother undress he could feel his cock getting hard and because of his prone position it was pressing into the bottom of the tent and it hurt, so he reached down and adjust himself. When Joyce walked behind the bush to pee, still framed by the moonlight, he could easily see her urine dripping out between the silky hairs of her pussy as she squatted behind the bush. Oh my God, he thought, I would give anything to see that up close. When his mother waded into the stream he turned his hips to one side and began stroking his hard cock as he watch her wash her naked body. It didn't take long until his cock twitched and then spewed out hot cum onto the tent floor and at that moment Robert closed his eyes and pretended that he was coming inside his mother's pussy.
After quietly cleaning up his mess he turned back around and crawled back inside his sleeping bag and thought about what he had just seen. He enjoyed spying on his mother and had often watched her at home. It took him a while but once he figured out that each Sunday morning, when his dad went golfing with his buddies, his mom took her shower then lay back on her bed, totally naked and, vibrator in hand, played with herself until she had an orgasm. Soon he realized that he could easily slip into her closet while she showered and then watch her jack off through the louvers in the door. He watched her fingers pulling and caressing her breasts and nipples while her other hand, with the vibrator, massaged her clit then she finally slamming it deep into her pussy until her hips lifted off the bed and she had orgasm after orgasm. The first time he watched her fuck herself he was amazed to see that during the session she had maybe eight or nine orgasms, not just one like guys did. Once she was finished she would slip off her bed and go back into the bathroom and cleaned up, and when she did he would ease out of her closet and room. Now, with his hand on his cock, and thinking about his mother, Robert drifted off to sleep.
Joyce finished washing, splashed some river water on herself to wash off the soap, dried off and put on her panties and t-shirt and decided that was all she needed to wear to bed that night — she had ideas for Jim. She walked back up the beach and slipped inside the tent and lay her things aside and eased into the two man sleeping bag. As she slid down into the sleeping bag she felt her husbands' hard cock rubbing on her thigh and she knew it was hard because he was thinking about her and she wanted him. "Hey big boy, want to play a little?"
"You betcha young Indian maiden but we'll have to be quiet so Robert doesn't hear us fooling around and get curious about what were doing."
"Christ James, I don't think you son has a clue about sex. I'll bet we could invite him inside to watch us fuck and he would refuse telling us he would rather read a good book."
"Oh honey, I don't think that's true at all. Give him a little slack, he's just a normal 15 year old boy and I'm sure he's just a little embarrassed by the entire sexual thing he hears us doing and probably what his friends talk about."
"Maybe." Joyce unzipped the sleeping bag to the bottom and threw back the top covering. She reached down and took off her panties then threw a leg over her husbands' torso, settled down on him then reached behind her and found his cock and guided him into her already damp pussy.
"My, my, you're really wet tonight sweetie. Horny are we?" He asked.
"Well I do have a nice clean pussy for you my love and it has been a while since we made love." Using her knees she rocked back and forth feeling her husbands' 8 inch cock sliding in and out of her pussy from the tip to the base. "Play with my breast honey, suck on my nipples." Joyce bent over from the waist and James lifted her t-shirt up to her collar bone and cupped both breast together until he could get both nipples into his mouth at the same time then he began sucking on them, nibbling on the hardness that had at one time fed his son. "Oh God honey, that's sending shivers all the way down to my pussy." She suddenly straightened up, arched her back and began ridding him sideways feeling wave after wave of pleasure rippling through her loins. "Oh God baby, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cummmmm. Agrhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
James just lay back content to let his wife enjoy herself, ridding his hardness and coming time after time. When she straightened up he took his left hand and reached under her until he found her clit and then he began rubbing it in small circles as she rode his cock exclaiming her eternal love for him, then he felt his cock responding, his cum starting to well up inside his ball, preparing to cum himself. "OK babe, I'm... I'm almost there. Just a little faster honey. FASTER! Ahhhhhhhhh Ohhhhh Yesssssssssssssssssss." His cock jerked once then contracted and then began spurting out his hot seed into his wife's warm pussy. Time after time his cock spurted and each time she squeezed him, milking his cock for even more cum as she happily bounced up and down on him. Finally, finished, she rolled over onto to her side, breathing hard.
"Oh baby that was great, really great." She said and she leaned over and kissed him. "We haven't made love like that in a long time. Thanks honey."
"Thank you! I love you honey, I really do. I know I'm not the most attentive husband in the world but I do love you."
"You're a fine husband James and I love you too. Now let's get some sleep, tomorrow is going to be a long day."
Jim and Joyce each rolled onto their sides in a no time both were fast asleep.
The next two days went by fairly uneventfully; just beautiful days, open blue skies and calm waters as the three of them floated lazily down the river, stopping only for lunches and for the evening. It was so quite that they had not even seen another rafter on the river. On the fourth day, just after noon, the skies started to turn cloudy and it looked like it might rain.
"Hey honey," Joyce called back to her husband, "it looks as if a storm might be brewing up, do you think we should we be looking for a spot to land so we can get off the river?"
"Naw, I think we'll be alright for now. Let's keep going for a little bit."
It couldn't have been another twenty minutes when Robert noticed the water was turning a dark brown color and getting a little faster. "Dad, it looks like the water is getting rougher, are you sure we'll be OK?"
James looked down at the water and saw the change in color and the start of ripples that could only come from having a heavy rain fall somewhere behind them that was filling up the river with sand and dirt and washing it down stream. He looked to his rear and the ever darkening skies confirmed his thoughts. "I think that you two were right, let's look for a spot for the night."
A little while later James spotted a large sandy bank that looked like it went back at least a hundred yards from the river. It had started to rain and the wind was picking up when he looked at his map and decided that this was the best place to get out of the river for at least another ten miles so he called up to his wife.
"Joyce, put your oar in the water and we'll head for the shore over there." He pointed to the sand bank.
"OK honey." She dropped her oar off the right side hand held it steady as her husband turned the small rudder and the raft slowly turned towards the shore line. Once they hit bottom in a couple of feet of water all three of them leapt out of raft and pulled it towards the shore. It was starting rain harder now and the three of them were soaking wet and more than a little cold.
"Dad, I'm all wet and cold."
"I know son, I am too, now, help me get the supplies off the raft and up towards the cliffs then we'll need to pull the raft as far up on shore as we can and it'll be a lot easier without the heavy load."
Father and son, working in tandem, unloaded the supplies and then pulled the raft up almost to the base of the cliff. James found a large rock and the two of them picked it up and set it inside the raft in the hopes that it would hold the raft like an anchor just incase the water rose father up the sand bank than they thought it would. Joyce grabbed both tents off of the top of the supplies and carried them up towards the cliffs and set them to one side then came back to her son and husband.
"Look guys, I think we better get the tents up and soon. The rain is really coming down and I'm a little scared."
Both men turned their gaze skyward at the ever blackening clouds and nodded their agreement. The wind had really whipped up and was blowing at maybe at 20 to 30 miles an hour and the rain was coming down in icy sheets. James was concerned that the tents wouldn't hold up in this weather, and looking around for alternatives he spotted the opening in the cliff, about four feet off the ground. "Look honey," he pointed at the cliff, "A cave. Let's get our stuff up there."
Joyce looked where her husband was pointing and saw the smallish opening. It was about five feet high and maybe eight feet across. "You think it's safe? I mean there may be animals inside."
"I don't think so, animals would probably be long gone by now. Hand me the flashlight and I'll check it out."
An hour later the three of there were safely ensconced inside the cave and out of the rain. James had built a small fire and he and Robert had moved all their equipment inside for protection from the storm. The inside of the cave was about twenty feet deep and fifteen feet wide, a perfect place to wait out the storm.
"Robert?" James called out to his son, "Get the emergency radio out and see if you can get any reception so we'll know how long this storm is going to last."
"OK dad." Robert looked through the equipment until he found the radio then eased up to the front of the cave and pulled the antenna out to the maximum and tried to get some reception. Static, nothing but static. "Dad, I can't get anything, I think our reception is cut off by the cliffs."
Joyce had stoked the fire a bit and added some wood she had found on the beach while the men were taking the gear into the cave. It gave off some acrid smoke but for the most part it was being sucked towards the back of the cave and out.
James watched the smoke going to the back of the cave, and then said, "Looks like there is some sort of natural chimney back there taking the smoke out of the cave. That's a good sign because all of this wet wood will certainly give off a lot of smoke. If it wasn't venting outside we would have to stop using it or we wouldn't be able to breathe."
James continued working on getting organized while Joyce worked on the fire. Robert was at the mouth of the cave watching the rising water. "Dad, mom, the water is almost up to the raft. What are we going to do?"
"Not much we can do son," James said. "We'll just have to ride it out in here, at least it's dry and we have a small fire to keep us warm and some food."
Robert looked back outside the cave entrance and the sky was pitch black and it made it look like it was midnight but when he looked at his watch and saw that it was only three in the afternoon he was amazed. He was shivering and still dripping wet when her turned back to his parents. "Mom, I'm really cold."
"Oh God honey, I'm sorry I didn't even think about you being so darn wet, come over here and get close to the fire."
Robert did exactly that and kneeling down next to his mother and then sitting back on his legs he was a little warmer but he was still shivering.
Joyce got up and rummaged through their stuff finally finding a dry towel in the supplies and brought it back to the small fire pit. "OK baby, we have to get you warm or you surly catch a cold. Come on and get out of your clothes and I'll get you dried off."
Robert pulled off his t-shirt and handed it to his mom then stood up and unsnapped his shorts and took them off to. Sitting back down, he unlaced his hiking boots and pulled off his boots and socks. James gathered up his son's clothes and walked around the cave and hung them from rock outcroppings so that they could air dry. Robert had his arms around his chest and shoulders but he was still cold and shivering.
"Stand up honey and I'll help you get dry and warm." Joyce said.
Robert stood up wearing nothing but his soaking wet underwear which was plastered to his body. His cock, normally a nice 6 inches, was so cold it had shriveled down to almost nothing but it was clearly visible through his wet underwear.
Joyce stood up with the towel and began drying her son's hair then his shoulders and back. When she got down to his underwear she started to remove them when he protested.
"MOM! You can't take off my shorts!"
"Look baby, you're wet and cold and these need to go, now let me take them off. Heck darling it's not like I haven't seen you naked before."
"Yea mom I know but that's been years ago."
"Oh phooey!" And she pulled his underwear down his legs and he reluctantly stepped out of them. "James honey, hang these up too." She handed the shorts to her husband and she began drying off her son's butt and legs. "Turn around sweetie."
Robert hesitantly turned around and looked down at his mother as she dried his legs, then she put her hands on one leg and pushed, indicating she wanted him to spread his legs, so now he was standing there total naked with his legs spread as his own mother reached up with the towel and began drying his cock and balls. Watching her rubbing his most private area, even though he was cold and freezing and it was just with just a towel, still his thoughts went back to the times he had jacked off watching her play with herself and thinking about fucking her and his cock began to grow. As she continued to rub him his cock got harder and harder until it was standing straight out from his body and he turned red with embarrassment yet it did feel so God damn good. He looked around for his father and saw that James was busy in the back of the cave arranging the wet clothing
Joyce was on her knees drying off her son and was quite stunned when he stared getting a hard on. She certainly wasn't thinking about anything sexual as she dried his cock and balls then it dawned on her that her son was fifteen and was probably getting excited by having a woman, any woman, touch him there. Joyce looked around and saw that James was busy in the back of the cave with the wet clothes and in an impish moment she let her fingers slide off the towel and begin to gently caress her son's cock. It only took a couple of strokes before his pre cum started to gather on the tip of his cock and when she finally looked up at him and smiled, he turned almost purple and it certainly wasn't because he was cold. "Look honey, she whispered, why don't you get into your sleeping bag and stay warm while I light off the stove and fix us all some dinner."
"OK mom... and... and thanks for helping me." He smiled down at her, his hardness almost in her face. Robert, his hands down and hiding his hardness, turned and walked over to the pile of equipment and dug through until her found his sleeping bag, then he pulled it out and opened it up, and began to cry.
Joyce turned around when she heard her son crying. What's a matter honey?"
"MOM, my sleeping bag is all wet!"
"It's OK honey, calm down. Jim would you check and see if ours is dry?"
"Sure honey, hang on a sec."
When Jim unrolled the double sleeping bag it, indeed, was dry as a bone and he took it and spread it out across from the fire on the sandy bottom of the cave. "Here you go son, slide inside and get warm. Honey, how's the food coming?"
"Good babe, I'll have something ready for us in just a little while."