Sex with my stemom at camping

My stepmother and I have always been very close. My real mom had died when I was three so I don’t remember much about her. Dad started dating Prema when I was four and then married her when I was five. Dad is traveling salesman so gowning up my stepmother was my main parental figure as dad was often on the road. In fact I was closer to Prema than he was as he got to see her very little. From the time that I was four Prema has woke me up and put me to bed every night with a hug and a kiss. She’s an attractive woman ten years younger than my father, but I had never specifically focused on her in a sexual way. Don’t get me wrong though because, like most boys, I’ve sometimes made a special effort to catch an occasional peek at her when she’s changing or getting out of the shower.

About two months before the ‘incident’ that I’m about to tell you about, I’d been lucky and gotten a good two or three minute look at her while she was drying her hair after her shower. I was looking just as the towel she had wrapped around her came loose and fell to the floor. She didn’t bother to pick it up so I got a long and lingering view of her naked body. I could see that she had a very nice figure with firm, perky tits and a sexy, well rounded ass. Her pussy was covered with a soft and delicious looking pelt of jet black hair that gave me a violent hard on. She’s not fat and not skinny just healthy looking and in good shape. Her long black hair and green eyes are a family trait that all the women in her family have. I guess I’d say she was average height and weight.

It was Friday morning and I was eating my breakfast when my step-mom came into the kitchen and dropped a little surprise on me.

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“Good morning, sweetheart!” she smiled at me as I sat there in my depression.

In acknowledgement, I answered” Hey mom”.

In a cheery voice, she asked, “What would you say if I told you that you and I were going to the mountains this weekend?”

It took a few seconds for what she said to sink in and then I exclaimed, “Are you serious?” I was suddenly so excited that I about pissed myself.

“Yes, I’m serious. I know your dad won’t be able to come, because he’s working six days a week, but I figure you and I could still have a pretty good time without him. What do you say?”

“I say I’m going to go pack right now!” I jumped up, without finishing my breakfast, kissed her on her cheek and took off for my room.

“We can leave as soon as you get your things together.”, she shouted up the stairs. I was dressed, packed and ready to go in less than 10 minutes. As I carried my gear downstairs I saw that my step-mom had already packed her things and had them sitting by the door. We loaded them into the car and off we went.

Being that we live so far north and it was the middle of November, it was blistering cold outside. Not quite freezing, but still in the low 40s. It’d be colder in the mountains but perfect camping weather.

After a three hour drive, we got to the spot where we always park our car. We got out, gathered our equipment and had a quick bite to eat, before we started the five hour hike to where we do our camping. It’s a long hike but the view of the peaceful lake and beautiful surrounding mountain wilderness is its own reward. My stepmother may be 36 but she’s in good shape and can carry her own share of the gear. We’d packed pretty light, just a small tent, sleeping rolls, cooking supplies, the clothes we were wearing and fishing gear. Everything was tucked neatly into our backpacks. My rifle was slung over my shoulder, just in case we ran into an aggressive animal.

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We’d been hiking for about 4 hours when the sky quickly became overcast with dark, heavy clouds. It was close to 4 in the afternoon and it looked like we were going to get rained on so we moved up the hill until we found a small nearly level spot to set up a camp. We still had another hour to hike before we got to our favorite fishing spot but now we’d have to wait till morning.

Just as we set our packs down, it started to rain and, almost immediately, the rain became a cold, drenching downpour. The temperature was near freezing so our wet hands were soon hurting from the cold. By the time we got the tent set up, our clothes were completely soaked and neither of us had a dry spot on us. Wet to the bone, cold and shivering, we ducked into the tent and collapsed on the tent floor. In this downpour, there was no way that we were going to be able to start a fire, to warm up and dry out. That’s when we discovered that, in our frenzy to get the tent set up, mom’s sleeping roll came up missing. I ducked outside and did a quick look-around but it must have been washed down the hillside. Now there was only mine and it was the only thing we had that was remotely dry.

In a shivering voice, my stepmother said “turn around for a minute, honey. I’m going to strip these wet clothes off and get into the sleeping bag to try and warm up.” I swiveled around and listened as she undressed and plopped her wet clothes in a pile in the corner of the tent. Any other time, I’d have loved sneaking a peek at her naked body but, as I stood there freezing my balls off, I didn’t even think about turning to look. As soon as she was undressed, she crawled into the down-filled sleeping bag and told me to do the same.

She could tell I was a little reluctant and said, “Come on. Get those wet clothes off and get in here. You’re going to get pneumonia. I’ll close my eyes.

As I stripped down to my underwear it dawned on me that I was about to get into a one person sleeping bag with my naked stepmother. I wasn’t sure if it was the cold that was making me shake or the thought of getting next to her naked body. I looked down and saw her staring up at me, “Hurry up and take those wet shorts off, too! The only way we’re going to survive this night is with our body heat.” I knew that she was right. We were both experienced enough to know how to survive and, at this altitude, I knew that the temperature would drop into the teens, or lower, by midnight. I quickly slid my wet shorts off and tossed them on the pile with our other clothes. She unzipped the bag and in the little light that was available, I saw her full tits, with their hard nipples staring back at me. She slid over as much as she could but the bag was built for only one person. As I slid into the bag, I had my back to her because the last thing I wanted was to have her feel my dick rubbing down the entire length of her body but the problem was that there was no way we could fit, this way.

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“Hold on a second.” she said, as she flipped over onto her side, facing away from me. “There. Now get in next to me, facing me.”

It really was the only way we would fit together in the sleeping bag. I still had a hard time getting into the bag and literally had to grab hold of her to pull myself down into it. Just as I’d feared, my dick was pressing into her upper back. I wasn’t hard because I was way too cold. She didn’t say anything as I moved further down into the bag with my dick and balls dragging against her back the whole time. As my dick reached her butt I got quite a surprise. I’d assumed that she’d kept her panties on. I was wrong. My cold wet dick was sliding down the crack of her ass.

“I’m sorry mom” I said softly. I was finally all the way in the bag but now my cock was pressed against the soft, firm left cheek of my stepmother’s ass.

“Don’t be silly. It’s my own fault that my sleeping roll got washed away and who cares if we don’t have clothes on. You don’t have anything that I haven’t seen before.” She was still shivering badly.

“I guess you’re right.” I said. I ran my hand up and down her arm and shoulder trying to warm her up. She reached around, grabbed my hand and pulled it across her chest. My heart skipped a beat as she placed it right between her tits. She said, “Hold me tight against you. It’s the only way we’ll get warm.” So I did.

I began rubbing my hand all over her cold chest. I tried to not be too obvious about it, but every now and then I’d cup her entire breast in my hand. I was running my hand all over her, from her neck down to her lower belly and back up. I was still pressed tightly against the full length of her body, as we lay there spooned against each other. After about 20 minutes, she finally stopped shivering so much but told me to keep holding her. I was still running my hand up and down her front and I noticed that every time my hand passed over her tits, her nipples were still hard as rocks. Several times she twitched, as my spread fingers rippled over them. A couple of times, my hand accidentally went a little too low on her belly and made contact with her pubic area. I was still chilly but I was starting to have the time of my life. That is, until something started to stir down below.

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I stopped rubbing her and froze. My dick was getting hard. I thought. She’s going to freak out. My dick was swelling and getting harder by the second. A few seconds later, it was pushing firmly against her ass cheek, which was still wet but warmer, now. Even though it wasn’t yet five in the afternoon, I was hoping that she was asleep and wouldn’t notice that I’d developed a hard on. With no room to move away from her, it was trapped between us. She shifted a little and said, “Sorry, honey, but there isn’t any more room.”

I was so freaked out, at this point. She was awake and could feel my hard on. I knew that this was going to be a long night.

“Its OK Prema” I nervously said, “I am going to try to go to sleep”. “Good idea, honey.” she said as she patted my hand, which was now resting right below her tits. One of them was actually lying over my fingers. She shifted a little and my now stiff dick slid up and over her ass cheek, ending up in the crack of her ass, again, but this time it wasn’t soft or cold. That actually felt more comfortable but it also made me get even harder. There was no place for me to go. I couldn’t back away from her and I couldn’t turn over. I was stuck there with my full hard on gradually pressing deeper between the warm, soft cheeks of my stepmother’s ass.

After five minutes of torture, I guess she could tell I was having a hard time going to sleep. I felt her reach back and pat my hip. “Honey, you know that’s completely normal, right?”

My eyes about popped out of my skull, like a cartoon character. “Yeah Prema, but this is a little embarrassing.” I blurted out.

She laughed and said, “Don’t be silly. You’re a guy. It just happens.” There was a brief silence and then she asked, “Would it be more comfortable if it wasn’t pinned between us?”

I thought about that for a second and had no idea what she had in mind so I said, “Maybe.” She moved up in the bag, slightly, and, as best as she could, she spread her thighs open and arched her back. That pushed her ass back against me and, at the same time, made it slide up toward the head of my trapped hard on. Before I knew what was going on, the head had slid down far enough to drop below her ass crack but, now that it had more room, it went straight out from my body and jutted right between her opened thighs right at her cunt. She lowered her leg over it and said, “There. Is that better?”

I didn’t answer but it was fucking fantastic. Now I don’t have a small dick by any means. At the time, it was a little over eight and a half inches and fairly thick. And right then, all eight and a half inches was longer and thicker than it had ever been. It was firmly nestled between my stepmother’s warm wet thighs and was actually in direct contact with her warm, hairy pussy. I could feel her cunt hairs touching and tickling my cock head. This was more comfortable but it was feeling way too damned good for me to be able to ignore where it was.

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