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Kevin's Summer Vacation (M/f/F/m, inc, ped, family)
Authors name: Ed Dippus (a.k.a. Fast Oedie)
It started out simply enough: a family camping trip to a
hilly region in a neighboring state. But Dad neglected
to check out the weather report (as dads will) before we
set off. During the four-hour trip over back-country
roads far from civilization, the skies grew steadily
darker. Within minutes of arriving at a remote campsite,
we found ourselves abandoning the setup of our tents and
gear and scrambling for the only shelter available, our
four-wheeler, as the skies opened. Luckily, Dad and I
had the presence of mind to cover our belongings with
the tents before ducking for cover. Unfortunately,
however, we were all soaked to the bone by the time we
reached the truck.
So there we were, peering glumly through the downpour at
our stuff. My sister, Karen, knew better than to
criticize Dad, so she started on me, instead. "Nice job,
Kevin. Now we're all soaked and you left the extra
clothes out there."
I would have punched her, but she was in the front
passenger seat and I was on the driver's side in back
and I would have had to reach across my Mom next to me
to get at her.
"Never mind," Mom said as Dad grumbled under his breath.
We were all left alone to our thoughts as the rain kept
on, and on, and on. I turned around to take inventory
of what we did have in the truck and came up with 1 tat-
tered old beach blanket (with sand), a wind breaker,
and an old canvas tarp. Everyone was starting to shiver,
but Dad refused to turn on the truck. "If we run this
heater for any length of time we won't have enough gas
to get back down the mountain," he informed us.
"Well, I've had about enough of these wet clothes,"
Karen announced, and started to unbutton her shirt. I
stared, mouth agape, but before she opened it, she
whirled, snatched the windbreaker out of my hands and
said "Turn around you pervert, while I put this on."
I gulpingly did so, while I heard Dad say "What about
me?"
"Oh Daddy, you've seen me naked before."
I heard my Dad kind of gulp, then he said "But, umm,
you've really grown up, now."
"Okay, all finished," she said. "Here, shithead, spread
these out behind you." And she tossed me her jeans,
shirt and (gulp) bra. I could only see the windbreaker
from here, but Dad must have been able to see her
panties.
Now, I hadn't thought about my sister naked before, but
the image was definitely coming to mind now, and I
realized it would have been a very exciting thing. I
imagined her 18-year-old body, slim, supple, with full
breasts. I had never seen them before, but my mind
filled in the details from clues I had: Karen in her
nightgown, Karen at the beach, Karen in a tank top.
Karen naked suddenly seemed like a very fine thing.
Karen cupping her tits, Karen sucking a cock, Karen.....
"Kevin?"
"Huh, what?"
"I said, your sister has the right idea. Would you
please hand me that tarp and turn around."
"Yeah, sure."
My MOM naked, now there was a mind-blower. She was 42,
but still trim, with full hips and, from what I could
tell, firm, full breasts. I started fantasizing about
her next, but with audio as well, since I'd often heard
her passionate moans as she made love to Dad. Within a
few minutes, I had the all clear to turn around again.
In the meantime, Dad had taken the blanket and I was
left with nothing. So I stayed in my wet clothes with
the rest of my family down to their skivvies but warmly
wrapped up. With a shrug I turned to the window and
tried to sleep.
I must have been asleep for an hour, it was fully dark
outside, and I woke up shivering in my still wet
clothes. Figuring that neither they nor I would dry
with me still in them, I stripped to my shorts, huddled
back up on the seat, and tried to get back to sleep. But
I was still cold, so I snuck a portion of the tarp away
from Mom and tucked my legs under it. As I tried to
settle into a comfortable position, I managed to glance
over at my sister asleep in the front. She was leaning
against the door with her head back and hugging her
knees to her chest. I noticed her panties pulled up
tight against her crotch. Leaning a little closer, I
felt I could see the lips of her pussy clearly outlined
against the thin nylon!
I settled back into my corner of the back seat and,
despite the incongruous situation, took the opportunity
to surreptitiously rub my hard-on through my shorts. I
figured that, with luck, I could bring myself off and no
one would be the wiser. But as I really started to get
into it, my Mom stirred next to me on the seat, awakened
by the vibrations. So I shut my eyes and pretended to be
shivering (not much of a stretch.)
"Kevin, honey," she whispered gently, shaking my
shoulder.
"Huh?" I asked, fake sleepily.
"Come here. You're shivering so much it woke me up.
Share this tarp with me."
"OKAY!" I thought! "Ah-huh" I mumbled, acting noncha-
lant.
I snuggled under the tarp, up against her bare shoulder.
Here I was, mostly naked under covers with my mostly
naked Mom, but honestly my first feelings were of relief
at the blessed warmth I found there. But as soon as I
started to get warmed up myself, my throbbing hard-on
reasserted itself. Feigning sleep, I assessed our posi-
tions. She was sitting up, her feet on the floor, but
leaning kind of away from me and against the wall, with
her arms crossed. I had my legs curled up behind me,
with my head on her shoulder and my knee touching hers.
My right hand lay on the seat between our thighs, my
left held our tarp up under my chin. My mind was
whirling, trying to find some way to take advantage of
this. But destiny took a hand, literally.
I was slowly pressing my right hand onto her thigh, pre-
tending to snuggle in closer to her. My plan was to
have it end up 'innocently' resting on top of her thigh.
Later, too, I would try to drop the tarp a little so I
could get a gander at those tits. But before I had any
chance to try any of this penny-ante perversity, Mom
reached over and patted me on the thigh <pat-pat> just a
little gesture of affection. But as she drew her hand
back, her wrist brushed against my hard-on. Gasping, she
froze. But I instinctively sighed and pretended to still
be out cold. I couldn't believe it when she hesitated,
then gave me another pat <pat-pat>, this time right on
my dick!
I nearly jumped her right there, but kept up my charade.
My dick had its own ideas however, and jumped when she
touched it. I couldn't believe this, this was too good.
Tentatively, she rested her hand directly on my dong and
rubbed it slightly. I still played asleep. As she was
still rubbing me ever so gently, I felt her other hand
drop down into her lap, very close to where mine had
been wending its way. Soon I could feel other rhythmic
motions. Get this: my Mom was rubbing us both off!
Soon, I felt it was time for action. "Oh, Mom," I
breathed in her ear. She froze, but the incriminating
fingerprints were still on my hard-on. "That's so nice,"
I said, "don't stop. Keep going."
"I can't," she whispered, "I shouldn't. I'm so sorry."
She started to pull her hand away. I gripped her wrist
gently, though, and pulled her back to my rod.
"Why not," I whispered. "It feels good, I need it, you
need it. Who's to know." She still hesitated, so I
reached down with my other hand, placed it over the one
in her lap, and massaged her fingers into her crotch.
With a feathery soft moan which nearly made me cum on
the spot, she grasped my rod again and we masturbated
each other silently under the tarp.
Pretty soon, I slipped my fingers inside her panties,
and she slipped hers inside my briefs. Skin on skin,
the game got better. Soon I had one finger in her pussy
and one on her clit. Shortly after that, her ministra-
tions on me ceased as she neared her orgasm. But I
didn't mind. I slid my right hand up to caress her left
breast, while my left hand redoubled its efforts in her
quim. I bent down and pulled the nipple toward my mouth.
As I sucked and licked that turgid bit of flesh, I felt
Mom's whole body quiver, tighten, then relax as another
of those tremulous sighs announced her climax.
She came down a bit, then, but was still pretty hot. We
kissed deeply, very deeply, with tongues slamming down
each others throats. Both my hands pulled at her
motherly titflesh, as both hers dropped into my lap to
stroke me. But she didn't waste much time with that.
Throwing caution to the wind, she lowered her head into
my lap and swallowed me alive. It wasn't long before I
felt my nuts tighten. Mom seemed to sense my impending
climax, and increased her pace. I rewarded her efforts
with about a gallon of jizz. It caught her on the up-
stroke and filled her mouth to bulging. She swallowed
quickly and slammed me deep into her throat, where her
incredible muscles milked me dry. When she raised her
head again, she had an insatiable gleam in her eyes. A
trail of my cum flowed down her cheek and dropped onto
her breast. She reached down, scooped it up with a
finger and sucked it into her mouth. I was instantly
hard again.
"Fuck me," she whispered.
"But Mom," I began to protest, and cast a glance toward
the front seat. To my horror, my Dad's eyes met mine.
He looked me right in the eye and I felt my life about
to end.
"Fuck her," he said.
I looked back at Mom. "Fuck me Kevin. Come fuck Mommy."
I heard sucking sounds coming from the front seat. They
ceased abruptly and Karen's head popped up over the
seat. "Fuck her, Kev." she said.
I guess it was unanimous!
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