Mom's Have Urges Too - 5

Linda suddenly looked down and her face flushed. "Oh my," she gasped. "My top is getting soaked," she said.

"Too late now," Andy said, with a broad smile, still staring at his mother's large breasts under her wet top. Her nipples were threatening to poke through her shirt. "Mom, take your top off. Please. I can see everything anyway." When Linda didn't say anything Andy quickly stripped off his shirt. "See, I am taking mine off. No one is around to see us."

"I ... I can't ... I'm your mother," she protested weakly. Then when Andy grew bold and reached for her shirt and began to pull it upward, she stood silent. She closed her eyes as she felt the wet shirt move above her breasts and then over her head. She trembled as she now stood topless in front of her son. It was no accident this time. When Andy suddenly pulled her to him and she felt his strong chest against her breasts her knees grew weak. The two of them slid to their knees on the platform, their lips locked together.

The rain continued to soak them as their passionate kiss went on for a long, long time. Then Andy broke the kiss and pulled back. He stared at her breasts for a long moment before he reached out and placed his hands on them. When his mother didn't protest he moved his hands around, squeezing and kneading the warm flesh, pinching the nipples.

He heard his mother moan and he grew bolder, lifting them and pulling the nipples. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. She was breathing hard and trembling. Andy took a big risk and bent his head, taking a nipple into his mouth. He heard his mother's intake of breath as he sucked one and the then other. One hand slipped between her legs again and found her cloth covered, throbbing pussy. He found her clit. A moment later he felt her begin to tremble. A steady moan slipped from her mouth. As Andy continued to suck his mother's breasts he realized that she was climaxing. His mother was actually climaxing from me sucking her breasts and rubbing her pussy, he thought. His cock was throbbing so much he feared he might climax in his jeans.

When Linda finally opened her eyes and realized what happened she quickly stood up. "We had better back before we get cold," Linda said as she started to put on her shirt.

"Don't," Andy said, almost pleading.

"Well we are soaked anyway," Linda said as she looked up at the rain still falling on them. Without a word she dropped her shirt into the picnic basket. Then they packed the basket and went carefully down the ladder.

Andy took his mother's hand as they walked back. He couldn't help glancing over and watching his mother's gorgeous breasts bounce with each step.

Linda could see his eyes looking at her breasts. She felt embarrassment, excitement, and but more than a little pride. She was a 40 something woman and a young man thought her breasts were beautiful. Unconsciously she stood straighter and forced her breasts outward. At one point Andy, not watching where he was walking, tripped over a tree root and fell flat on his face. Linda quickly knelt beside him. When she realized that he wasn't hurt she began to laugh, her breasts quivering with each gasp of breath. Andy pulled her down to him, their laughter becoming uncontrollable until they were in tears and rolling on the ground until she was on top of him.

As quickly as it started the laughter ceased when both realized that Linda's breasts were pressed to Andy's chest. Their faces were but inches apart. Andy quickly pulled his mother's lips to his and they kissed. He pushed his pelvis upward and knew that his mother could feel his incredible erection. He actually thought that she pressed back to him. Then his mother slipped to his side and he felt her hand sliding down his stomach to his hard cock under his pants. His eyes opened wide when he realized that she was unzipping his pants. "Ohhhhhh, Mom," he gasped when her warm hand wrapped around his now exposed cock. His mother lay her face on his chest as she began to stroke him. She teased him for a long time before he whispered that he was getting close. He was happy to find that his mother did not stop stroking him, but moved her hand faster.

"Uuuuuuuhhh," he groaned as his cock lurched and his cum spurted out. He felt it hit his stomach and vaguely wondered if it had reached his mother's face. He closed his eyes as pleasure rushed though him. He could feel each throb and each squeeze of his mother's fist until he was drained.

Linda pulled away from Andy and stood up. The trail is getting slippery," Linda said. She took her top out of the picnic basket and wiped her face. She helped Andy up and they heady back down the now muddy trail.

When they arrived home Linda went into the small toilet area where she had put the tin tub half filled with water. She washed up as best she could before taking off her wet shorts and putting on a night shirt and tiny panties. It was something she would never have worn just a few weeks ago, at least not with her son around. Yet it didn't seem so inappropriate as it did just a few days ago. She looked at herself in the mirror. She didn't look any different ... except that her cheeks seemed to have a perpetual flush. Is this what a woman who has sex with her own son looks like she wondered. Strangely she did not feel as ashamed as she thought she should. She shook here head and left the bathroom.

Andy started a fire in the stove and then he stripped down and put on a pair of under shorts. When Linda came out he was sitting on a chair that he had turned backward to cover his cock, which had "slipped" from his underwear.

"Come over here where it's warm," Andy said.

Linda came over; suddenly feeling embarrassed by her scanty attire, yet she had walked all the back to the cabin half naked just a few minutes ago. She sat on a chair near the fire across from Andy. "Mmmm, that feels good," she said. She could see Andy staring at her nearly naked breasts and her nipples grew harder.

Andy smiled as he stared at his mother's gorgeous breasts. Then he looked down at her panties. His cock throbbed against the back of the chair. "It sure gets cold up here in the mountains at night," Andy said thinking about getting up and putting more wood on the fire. Then realizing that he could not get up without his mother seeing his erection. Then he wondered why he cared since his mother had seen his cock hard already.

"I'm sorry I didn't bring my flannel nightgowns," Linda returned.

"I'm not," Andy said with a laugh. "Did I tell you how gorgeous your breasts are?" he said, staring at his mother's thinly covered breasts. "But I like them when they are bare better."

"Andy, stop," Linda said without admonishment. It was actually very flattering to her that such a young man thought her breasts were pretty. She felt her pussy getting wet and worried that it would be visible soon since her panties were so tiny and thin. To change the subject she said, "My feet are freezing."

"I can warm them up. Get on the bed and I'll rub them like they taught me in the Boy Scouts when people have frost bite."

"I don't think I have frost bite, or that the boy scouts taught you to rub feet," she laughed. "But I wouldn't mind a foot massage." Linda got up and went to the bed and lay down on her stomach.

Andy walked over, his hard cock swinging in front of him, almost sad that his mother couldn't see his excitement. He stared at his mother's gorgeous ass and thighs. He could see that the small string of her bikini panties had disappeared between her cheeks. He crawled onto the bed and took one foot in both hands and began to rub it vigorously, while still staring at her almost naked ass. Slowly, almost imperceptibly he moved her legs apart until he could actually see her pussy lips where the tiny panties did not cover. A little higher he could see the rosebud of her asshole hardly covered by the string of her panties.

It suddenly occurred to Linda that Andy could see between her legs. She could feel that the crotch of her panties were wet. There was nothing she could do about it at that moment. "Ohhh, that feels so good," Linda said, trying to push the thought from her mind.

As Andy continued to rub he slowly pulled his mother's leg even further away from the other. The view grew even more exciting. He had to fight to keep from shooting his load on the bed. When that foot felt warm he moved to the other, rubbing it vigorously until it was warm as well. Then, instead of stopping he began to work his hands up his mother's calves, rubbing and massaging them with his strong hands.

"Oh, wow, that feels sooo good," Linda said dreamily. In the back of her mind she knew that she was exposing much more than a mother should show to a son. In spite of her embarrassment she didn't try to close her legs. As she felt his hands moving higher her legs, warning bells began to go off, yet she didn't stop him. She knew she should, she knew she should put an end to this, but she couldn't seem to move. Another moan escaped her lips as his hands reached the top of her thighs. Then incredibly she felt his breath on her ass cheeks. She felt a huge rush of excitement, while at the same time, she was incredibly embarrassed. Her son was inches from her ass. Then she felt his lips touching her. "Andy, please ... don't ... Andy please," she said, yet she made no move to stop him. What is wrong with me, she wondered. "Andy, no, you can't. It's not ... not right." Her protest was weak and Andy paid no attention.

He kissed her across one cheek and to the other, leaving a trail of wetness. He then put his nose between her cheeks and drew in her scent. His cock was throbbing almost uncontrollably.

Linda buried her face in the pillow. She wanted him to stop, but hoped he wouldn't. She felt him move even closer.

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