But it has turned into a nightmare. Yeah? I worked up the courage and started to turn. I was immediately brought back to thoughts of his cock which sent a wave of yearning though my warm cunt. There you are.”
“Mom I’m Peeing!” John shrieked turning his head to look back at me as I came upon him from behind. I dug through the book bag we packed looking for my night-shirt and a dry pair of panties but found none. It must be really hard for him to come here, the camping site him and his Father had come to for so many years. But reality slowly drifted back in and shame started to erupt in my mind. I better pee while I have the opportunity. I’m getting wet! As his cock slid back I felt a rush of liquid from my vagina and I knew if he thrust that monster cock against my pussy one more time I was going to explode. Surely I wasn’t getting wet thinking about my son’s cock! I hope things will get back to normal some day. I was angry that my body was betraying me.
