Catherine Dempsey was growing more weary by the minute as she toiled up the trail behind her husband, Brian. She hoped they were nearing their campsite for the night. Brian had led the way most of the day, picking a path over and through the hot, dusty rocks while she and their son, Seth had obligingly followed in his footsteps.

Catherine was getting a double dose of the hot rays of the sun as it beat down on her from above and bounced back up from the quartz speckled rocks below. She could hear Seth grunting and breathing heavily behind her so she stopped for a moment and glanced over her shoulder. She watched him climb up toward her for several moments, admiring his youthful build before she turned and started scaling the hot, glistening rocks once again.

She could feel sweat running down between her big, heavy breasts and she knew that her shirt and shorts were drenched with the product of her effort. As she crawled over and around the super-heated rocks, her tight, clinging shorts chafed her crotch and rubbed her clitoris almost raw. After the whole day of climbing, she was so horny she could scream. If they didn't stop soon, she would probably rape her husband right in front of her son. As she struggled with her desire, they climbed higher and higher. Finally, the steep slope gradually began to flatten out.

"I think we'll stop here for the night", Brian puffed as he stood trying to catch his breath from the climb. "There's supposed to be a stream somewhere near here where we can get some water."

"Sounds like a winner to me," she groaned, staggering over to a tree and plopping down under it. "I'm too tired to go any farther anyway."

They both watched Seth struggle up the path behind them and finally trudge up to them.

"Wow, " he gasped, trying to catch his breath, "That last leg was a real killer. I didn't know if I was going to make it or not."

"When you catch your breath," Brian laughed, "gather up some firewood while I'm putting up the tent. The sun will be going down pretty soon and a fire will feel real good."

Sitting under the tree, Catherine watched Brian untie the tent from below his backpack. She could feel the sweat slowly begin to dry on her skin leaving it dry and gritty, making her feel even more miserable. At last, tired of watching Brian work, she got up.

"I think I'll see if I can find the stream you were talking about,"

she told him, dusting the dirt off her backside before she turned and started trudging away from the camp. She headed toward a grove of trees that looked promising. It was about 50 yards away.

"I could use a drink of cool water," she muttered to herself, "but what I could really use is a bath."

"I think there should be one over there where Seth is looking for wood," Brian hollered out to her as he stood up, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Even out in the woods, as sweaty and dirty as she was, she could still evoke a spark of desire, he thought to himself as he watched her walk away. He couldn't keep his prick from beginning to get hard as he watched his lovely wife head toward the trees, her enticing derriere swinging back and force deliciously. Shaking his head in appreciation, he hurriedly returned to the task at hand, hoping to take his mind off her alluring curves.

Nearing the grove of trees, she could hear her son tramping through the trees as he looked for firewood.

"SETH," she said loudly, brushing aside several limbs and stepping into the shade of a tangled mass of trees, "did you find the stream?"

"Yeah," he grinned as he saw his mother emerge out of the bushes, "and it's got a nice pool that we can take a dip in. It looks like it is about three or four feet deep and not too cold. It looks just right. I think that I'm going to come back over here after supper and soak my feet."

Her skin was gritty and irritated. The thought of taking a nice cool bath almost made her delirious.

"I don't know if I can wait that long," she sighed, feeling the scratchy salt chafe her skin even as she spoke, "Maybe I'll go back and get a change of clothes and take a dip while you guys get the camp ready. Then I can fix supper while you two take your bath."

"That sounds good to me," Seth said, following her as she backed out of the bushes and headed for the camp.

His arms full of dead wood, Seth walked behind his mother, watching her firm, round behind oscillate back and forth with each step. He realized that it was wrong to think about her in a sexual way, but he couldn't keep from staring at her lovely behind as it frolicked about provocatively under the tight-fitting shorts she wore. Suddenly, he realized that he was getting a hard-on.

"UNhpfff," he grunted as tripped over a large rock he hadn't seen because he had been so intently watching her swaying buttocks.

"What did you say?" Catherine asked, stopping and turning around.

As she did, she watched her son trying to keep the tottering tangle of wood in his arms from crashing to the ground.

"Oh, Nothing," he mumbled, ashamed that he had almost been caught in the act of staring at her behind, "I just tripped over a darn rock."

"Be careful," she cautioned him, wondering why his face was so red, "we don't need to carry you all the way back down the mountain with at broken ankle."

"I will," he told her, regaining some of his composure as he still fought with the pile of wood, trying to keep it from falling to the ground.

Trying his hardest to keep his eyes from returning to the delectable view of his mother's delightful rearend, Seth followed her on down the trail. But try as he did, he couldn't keep his eyes off the perfect roundness of her gorgeous ass.

At last they made it back to the campsite without Seth falling again.

Thankfully, his mother seemed oblivious to the stimulating effect she was having on him.

"Did you find the stream?" Brian asked Catherine as she strolled back into the camp.

"Yep," she grinned at him, eagerly anticipating the feel of the cool water on her skin. "And I'm going back and take a bath while you two finish getting the camp set up. Then I can fix supper while you two get cleaned up. How does that sound?"

"Great," Brian chuckled, "it'll feel great to get some of this dirt washed off."

Searching through her backpack, she finally pulled out another pair of crisp, clean shorts. Then a little more digging produced a matching shirt, socks, and a towel. Glancing over at the men, she saw they were both busy.

"I should be back in about thirty minutes," she told Brian, giving him a suggestive wink when he turned and saw that she was headed toward the distant grove of trees again. "All fresh and clean."

"I'll be waiting right here," he told her, smiling back at her.

Father and son watched her make her way down the path, not taking their eyes off her until she disappeared into the trees.

Neither of them said a word, but they had similar thoughts. The father trying to think of a way to get his lovely wife in the sack with their son knowing about it, while the son was busy admiring his mother's beautiful backside.

Then they returned to their tasks. Brian soon had the tent up, the sleeping bags spread out inside it, and Seth had a roaring campfire going.

"I think I'll go farther downstream and see if I can find some more wood," he told his father, "I don't think this will last very long."

"Okay, but be back in twenty or thirty minutes," Brian told him, taking out the pots and pans out of his back pack and setting them by the fire.

Heading away from the camp toward another clump of trees some fifty to seventy-five yards farther down the stream, Seth quickly faded into the mass of trees. Glancing over his shoulder, he could no longer see the camp. When he was out of sight of the camp, he turned and carefully began to make his way back up the stream staying hidden in the band of trees that bordered the stream. Slinking stealthily back up the stream, he moved as quietly as he could. Ever so cautiously, he stole back up the stream until he could hear his mother splashing about in the pool.

He crept closer and closer until at last he was standing behind the thick brush at the edge of the pool. He was so close, he could hear his mother humming as she bathed in the water. With his hands shaking nervously, he cautiously eased apart some of the foliage and peered out onto the pool.

He nearly passed out when he saw his mother. She was gloriously naked and standing toward the edge of the pool so that the water only came up to her knees. Staring out at her in disbelief, his mouth suddenly went dry. His eyes were immediately drawn to her big, pendant melon sized breasts as they wiggled and jiggled with her every move. They were beautiful. He felt his maleness instantly turn into a shaft of petrified steel as his eyes pored over her magnificent breasts. He couldn't imagine anything more beautiful than her great conical peaks of soft flesh that looked as if they had been sculpted out of pink marble. Each of the beautiful monuments was tipped with a resplendent rose colored cup of pebbled flesh and a huge strawberry like nipple defiantly jutting out from its center. Unable to keep his eyes off her beautiful tits, he watched them wiggle and quiver as she scooped up water and splashed it over her body.

Seth didn't know how long he had been watching, but it seemed like hours before he could tear his eyes away from her majestic breasts.

Not knowing how much longer he had, he swept his eyes quickly down over her flat, firm stomach to the dripping tangle of curly brown pubic hair that spread over her mons veneris like a profuse kinky forest.

His cock was so hard it ached as he let his eyes drink in her erotic curves and hollows. It was all he could do to keep from bursting out from behind the bush and taking her in his arms. It was driving him crazy with desire. Finally, much to his disappointment, he saw her turn and carefully tread over to the bank. As she moved across the pool, he watched her melon-sized breasts bounce and bobble deliciously.

She stood on the bank for a few minutes letting the soft breeze dry her before finally reaching down and picking up the towel lying on the ground. Wrapping the towel around herself, she covered her big breasts, hiding them from his view. Then she carefully stepped out of the pool onto the soft grass. Tossing her long, silken hair about happily, she quickly ran the towel over her plentiful charms, patting herself dry. Finally, tossing the towel aside, she stood on the bank enjoying the feel of the breeze on her skin unaware that her son was watching her from behind the bushes. Still indecently naked, she was now unknowingly offering him an entirely different perspective of the view that he had watched almost all day long. It was even more beautiful than he had imagined it would be.

He couldn't imagine that there was a prettier ass anywhere in the world. It was firm, yet as soft and smooth as a baby's bottom, but so much more erotic. Staring at it he realized that it was shaped like an upside down heart with a deep sensual crack splitting it exactly in half before it faded up into her long, curving back. Just watching her bend down and pick up her shorts sent a quiver through his stone-hard penis and he had to struggle to keep from shooting his load in his pants. He watched with malicious perversion as she lazily pulled her shorts up her long, perfectly shaped legs. Then it suddenly dawned on him that she hadn't put her panties on first. This knowledge sent another paroxysm of excitement charging through his cock when he realized that she would be walking around camp all night without any panties. Unable to keep from groping himself, he watched her pull on her shirt down over her bulging breasts. Not only was she not going to wear panties, she wasn't going to wear a brassiere, either. He couldn't believe it. It was almost too much to handle knowing that she wouldn't be wearing anything under her clothes for the rest of the day. Unable to stop himself, he shoved his hand down into his pants and squeezed his swollen manhood, almost triggering an eruption when he did.

At last she sat on the towel and pulled her shoes and socks on.

Deciding that it was time for him to beat a hasty departure, Seth slowly slunk back down the stream leaving his mother, Catherine unaware that she had been the focus of his attention for the last fifteen minutes or so minutes.

Seth found it extremely difficult to slink away quietly with his penis thrusting out of his crotch like a steel rod. Finally after some rough manipulations, he was able to maneuver its granite like hardness to a position that would allow him to walk without pain. Stealing through the brush with a baseball bat in his pants wasn't an easy task, he thought to himself as he stumbled into the next grove of trees. Rushing about, trying to find as much firewood as quickly as he could, he pictured his mother strolling back to the camp with her big, beautiful tits bobbling about freely under her shirt. He couldn't believe how bad he was, thinking about his mother the way he had been.

Finally he had enough wood to make his trip seem plausible and headed back for the camp. As he neared it, he could see his mother standing by the fire with her back to him. His eyes involuntarily dove down to her pretty ass, drinking in the loveliness of its erotic roundness was made even more exciting by the knowledge that she wasn't wearing any panties under her shorts.

"Oh, there you are," Catherine said turning as she heard him walking up, "I was getting worried about you."

"Uh, there wasn't as much wood down there," he lied as he diverted his eyes away from her, "but I think I finally found enough to last the night."

"Good," she smiled, watching him as he dropped the load of firewood by the fire, noticing that his face was once again bright red, "it looks like it might be cold tonight."

Feeling his face flush with embarrassment, Seth turned away and walked over to his backpack. Stooping down, he rifled through it, hoping he could hide his shame.

"Your father just left a couple of minutes ago." "He did," he blurted out, pulling out some clean clothes and standing up.

Turning around, he saw his mother squatting down by the fire, leaning over stirring the contents of one of the pots. She didn't realize that her blouse was billowing out giving her son a repeat viewing of her splendid cleavage. Unable to keeps his eyes away from the expanse of naked flesh, he stood staring at her until she looked up to see why he hadn't left yet.

"Why, uh," she started to ask until she saw him gawking at her breasts.

Glancing down at her blouse, she saw that he could see right down her blouse onto her uncovered breasts.

"Oh, Whoops," she mumbled, reaching up and jerking her blouse together and quickly buttoning it. "I didn't mean to spill out like that."

"Oh, uh, I'm, uh, golly, bye," he stuttered, shuffling off toward the pool as quickly as he could, embarrassed beyond belief.

Kneeling by the fire absently minded stirring supper, Catherine wondered why Seth had been blushing since they had arrived at the camp. She could see why he had been embarrassed when she caught him staring at her breasts. Still, that didn't explain his blushing episodes earlier. Maybe he was just sunburned, she thought, but doubted that that was the reason.

Speaking of embarrassment, she thought, she was becoming so horny, she was afraid she was going to embarrass herself if she didn't get some of Brian's prodigious equipment and soon. Too bad they were all sleeping in the same tent, or she would definitely seduce him.

Thinking about how well her husband was hung, she could almost imagine how good his big cock would feel inside her.

She was growing hornier by the minute as she fixed supper. At last, supper was ready. Waiting on the men, she moved everything around so it would stay warm and wouldn't burn. Standing up and stretching her tired muscles she wondered if she should call the men. Then as she started to yell out, another improper thought flashed through her mind. She suddenly decided to sneak over and see if she could sneak a glimpse of her husband's magnificent cock before supper. Checking the food once again, she hurriedly strode out of the camp toward the pool. Moving as quickly as she could without warning them, she hastily made her way over to the stand of trees. Carefully threading her way through the tangle of woods, making as little noise as possible, it took her several minutes but she finally made it to the pool. Skirting the edge of the pool she looked for a place she could spy out on them. As she did, she caught glimpses of the men through the bushes.

Unknowingly choosing the same bush Seth had used earlier, she secretly moved up behind it and furtively peeked out at her husband and son.

Both men were standing in water that only came up to their knees. As she peered out, she saw that Brian was facing her and her eyes quickly dove down to his gigantic dangling penis. Just the sight of it was enough to send spasms of excitement coursing through her overheated pussy. She was still surprised every time she saw it. It was huge.

Even soft like it was now, dangling down between his muscular thighs, it had to be at least eight inches long as it flopped about. As impressive as it was soft, she could picture it hard, standing at least ten or eleven inches tall. She could feel herself getting wet as she thought about how wonderful it would feel to have his wonderful hardness inside her. She hoped that the wetness she knew was seeping out of her womanhood wouldn't show as she glanced over at her son.

Feeling a rush of guilt, she couldn't help admiring her son's muscular back. He certainly had a lovely behind, she thought to herself, as she let her eyes wander down his back over his hard buns and powerful legs. He had turned into quiet a well-built young man.

Then just as she started to return her attention back to her husband, she saw her son slowly turn around until he was facing away from his father and directly facing her. She was stunned. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. She nearly gasped out loud in disbelief as she found herself staring at her son's enormous penis. The mammoth cock, engorged with blood hung down from his belly like a huge evil snake. She couldn't believe how huge it was. Not only that, it looked like he was getting a hard-on. But at the moment, it was still soft enough to flop about evilly as he brushed it with his hand. Even in its present state, it was two or three inches longer than his father's giant cock. But it was growing rapidly as it protruded out from his hairy groin. She knew she shouldn't even be looking at him or his inflated organ, but she couldn't bring herself to look away.

Without warning, she felt her knees growing weak and she had to hold onto the bush to keep from falling as she felt the blood rush into her vagina. Then as if to confirm her depravity, she felt a stream of her juice squirt out of her womanhood and ooze down her inner thighs coating them with her slippery syrup. She couldn't ever remember spraying out so much juice. But even worse, she felt mortified to know that her son was the reason for it.

Still, she couldn't make herself look away from him. Then to her dismay, she watched him slip his hand down to his man thing and roughly squeeze it.

Unaware he was being watched by his mother, Seth glanced over his shoulder to see if his father was watching him. When he saw that his father wasn't watching, Seth slowly began to stroke his great cock gently.

To his mother's horror and dismay, she watched on as Seth's cock began to grow even larger and more potent.

"Seth," she heard her husband say as she nearly jumped out of her skin, "I'm going to go on back. I imagine Catherine has supper ready by now."

"Uh, I, Uh, Okay," Seth stammered as he quickly sat down in the water to hide his jutting cock, "I'll be up there in a few minutes."

Catherine saw that while she had been watching Seth, Brian had walked to the edge of the pool and was stepping out onto the grass. Hoping that her legs would still work, she silently stumbled back away from the bush and began to make her way back to the camp. It seemed to take her forever to reach the edge of the trees, but at last she was out in the open and hastily beat a retreat back to the safety of the camp.

Arriving at the camp, she hurriedly bent down over the campfire and tried to look as if she had been there all along. Suddenly, she remembered that she had wet her shorts and looking down, she saw that the whole crotch was wet with her overflow. Quickly looking around for something to hide the telltale stain, she grabbed a canteen and quickly dashed water all over her pants. Standing up and brushing off the excess water she heard someone coming up the path toward the camp.

"Oh, Great," she exclaimed for the benefit of whoever it was.

"What's wrong?" Brian asked as he walked up to her.

"Oh, I just spilled water all over my shorts," she whined, running her hands over her wet shorts.

"Oh, are you sure you didn't wet yourself?" Brian laughed jokingly.

"You men can be so gross sometimes," she complained, bending down by the fire, smiling to herself satisfied that her ploy had worked.

"Where's Seth?" She asked innocently, "I thought he was with you."

"Oh, he said he would be up here in a few minutes," Brian said, sticking a finger into one of the pots and tasting its contents.

"Mmmmm, that tastes good."

"Get your finger out of our supper," she ordered him, "and get the dishes out."

Suddenly realizing how famished she was, Catherine dished up supper for Brian and herself. Sitting down under the tree, they opened a bottle of wine and began to eat. They had almost finished before Seth finally came tramping into camp. Incapable of resisting the temptation, she furtively glanced down at his crotch and saw that he was still bulging out importantly.

"Your supper's on the fire," she told him, making a conscious effort to divert her eyes away from him afraid she would betray her guilt, "you're late so you have to dish it up yourself."

"Okay," he muttered, going about filling his plate.

They all ate their fill in silence.

"Seth, take these dishes down to the pool," Brian told his son, handing him a flashlight, "and give them a good wash while we get ready for bed."

"Okay," Seth said, flicking on the light and starting down the path toward the pool. "I'll be back in a little while, if the spooks don't get me first."

"Be careful, there might be snakes out," his mother told him, not realizing the significance of her statement until it was out of her mouth.

"Yes, Mother," Seth said sarcastically as he strolled away.

The instant Seth was out of their sight, Brian pulled Catherine to him and gave her a long, wet kiss, driving his tongue into her mouth hungrily.

As he hungrily kissed her, Catherine ground her big, soft breasts into his chest and forced her hand into his pants. She quickly found his jutting hardness and wrapped her hand around it.

"My, God, I'm horny," Brian finally gasped as he quickly unzipped his pants. "It's too bad we only brought one tent. I sure would like to make love to you tonight."

"I've been thinking about how good it would feel to have his big guy inside me all day long," she murmured, running her hand up and down his swollen manhood "Come on, quick, we have a few minutes before Seth comes back," she panted, grabbing his hand and tugging him into the tent.

Once inside the tent, she pulled him down to his knees and recklessly attacked his shorts, jerking them down around his knees. As his pants went down, his great cock sprang forth hard and ready. Without a pause, Catherine swiftly bent down and sucked him into her hot, greedy mouth, consuming half of him in one savage suck. She heard him gasp with pleasure as she wrapped her hand around his cock and began to furiously beat his meat while she hungrily sucked on him. The savagery of her attack surprised him and rapidly drove him to the boiling point. Like a woman possessed, she brutally drove her wet, sucking mouth up and down his throbbing cock while her hands frantically stroked his cock urging him toward a cataclysmic eruption.

Up and down, up and down went her head and hands, stroking him nearer and nearer to his orgasmic climax. Urging him on with her mouth and hands, she drove him down the path toward gratification. Then, suddenly, she felt his cock swell out with preejaculatory anticipation.

All at once, Brian felt his balls lurch and spurt out a gusher of his thick, sticky cream, he felt Catherine thrust herself down on him, taking his entire cock into her mouth and throat.

"OH, MY, OH, FUCKING, OH, MY, FUCKING, SHEEIT," Brian gasped as his cock jumped and jerked spewing out gusher after gusher of his dense, virulent semen out into her throat.

Reacting uncontrollably, his hips thrust up time and time again, driving his huge, spurting cock deeper and deeper into his wife's throat. Then at last, the pleasure became too intense and he had to jerk his cock out of the gripping confines of her throat.

Feeling him easing his cock out of her throat, she let it slide out until only the giant, bloated head remained in her mouth. Biting down on the barrel just below the swollen rim of his cockhead, she nipped the sensitive little cleft of flesh just below the corona of his cock.

Keeping his cockhead imprisoned in her mouth she let his cock spit out the last few gobs of cum.

"MOM, DAD, I'm back," they heard from outside the tent, "and the spooks didn't get me."

"Oh, Fuck," Brian cursed under his breath.

Catherine quickly spit out his cock and sat up with an evil grin on her face.

"You missed some," he grunted as a trickle of his cum dribbled down her chin.

Quickly jerking his shorts up, trying to hide his obvious malformation, he groaned in quiet misery.

"That's good," Catherine said loudly, running her hand across her mouth, wiping her husband's offering from her lips, "just put the pots and pans in your father's backpack. We're just getting ready for bed, so it'll be a few minutes, okay?"

"Sure," Seth complained, "go ahead and treat me like your slave."

They heard the rattling of pots and pans as Seth went about cramming them back into his father's back pack while Brian made sure that the flap to the tent was closed. Smiling maliciously, Catherine slowly slipped her tongue out and immodestly ran it around her mouth, licking the rest of his discharge from her lips.

"Yummy, yummy," she whispered, "in My Tummy."

"You're too much," Brian chuckled, sticking his feet into their sleeping bag and easing his body down into it.

Unbuttoning her blouse, she carefully folded it and laid it down by the edge of the sleeping bag. Knowing that Brian was watching her, she made sure that her big tits wiggled and jiggled as much as possible as she leaned down and slipped her shorts off.

"Damn, woman," Brian grunted in surprise, "you don't have any panties on. You're a shameless hussy."

"I didn't hear you complaining while ago," she laughed softly.

Since her shorts were still wet, she laid them out by themselves so they would dry. Finally sitting in the middle of the tent bareassed naked, she slipped her feet into the sleeping bag and snuggled down next to her husband.

"Are you going to sleep without any clothes on with Seth in the tent?"

He asked with disbelief.

"Sure, he can't see through the sleeping bag," she grinned at him as she rubbed her big, soft butt up against him.

"I don't know if this is a good idea," he told her pulling her to him, "we might end up waking him up later on, if I get horny again."

"That sounds inviting," she purred over her shoulder.

"SETH," she said loudly, "you can put the fire out and come to bed now, we're both in our bag."

"Okay," he said, pouring a bucket of water on the fire, "I'll be there in a minute."

Reaching behind her, she found Brian's cock and gently toyed with his limp organ while they waited for Brian to come inside. She was still aroused by what she had seen earlier, and love juice still oozing out of her tingling womanhood. She wished that she could have Brian's cock inside her, but that would have to wait. Maybe, after Seth was asleep she could persuade Brian to diddle her. She would have to wait and see.

Finally Seth stumbled into the tent.

"It sure got dark when I put out the fire," he fussed.

"Really," she laughed.

Both she and Brian listened as Seth readied himself for bed. At last they heard him slip into his sleeping bag.

Waiting for Seth to go to sleep, Catherine thought back to the afternoon when she had watched the men in the pool. She still couldn't believe that her son's cock was so large, but then Brian was big too. Maybe Seth had gotten his size from his father, but he had improved upon it. She hated herself for thinking about his cock, but she couldn't keep it out of her mind. Finally, fatigue won out and she felt herself drifting off.