When Gil woke up, he was beyond excited. As a eighteen year old, heading up to the mountains for four days of camping was more than he could take, even if it was going to be with his mother. He would rather be heading out with his friends so they could sneak their porn collections with them. If they were lucky, they would even bring some blackberry brandy and all have a circle jerk like they did at the beach last summer. He had a flash back to the night when he and his three buddies were sitting around the fire, stroking their cocks as they played some hot and hardcore DVDs on their portables. His cock grew under his cargo shorts and he gave it an initial stroke just thinking about how hot it was that everyone came, shooting their sperm and laughing in guilty pleasure. They'd also laughed at him when he came. Not in an evil way, but with awe. He shot a load that almost arched over the fire. But what else did they expect from a cock like his? He never really knew how much larger he was, until they started calling him horse because of the size of his cock. At eighteen, he was already bigger than any of his friends, and so wide around his fingers couldn't touch when he stroked himself.
But hey, the thought, it could be worse. The last time he went camping with his mom, she shared her wine with him. Overall, his mom was cool. Everybody thought so. All the guys also thought she was hot. She was in her late thirties and took great care of herself. With a well-tuned body and ample breasts, she often had his friends stuttering when she came out to the pool in her one-piece bathing suit. He touched himself again thinking of how she would smile and modestly turn away. Also how her suit clung to her curves and showed off the slight shadows of her nipples in the heat. She knew what their minds were doing with all that juvenile testosterone running through their veins.
Which is why she valued her time with her son. She looked at this weekend as one last mother/son weekends before his interests turned toward girls in school. She would let him have a bit of wine and they would hike well into the woods to set up camp. It would be a weekend of fly fishing and hiking and catching up.
When he carried his pack down to the SUV, his mom's pack was already in the back. She was in a pair of khaki shorts and a white wife beater. It was her suburban hiking outfit - cute, but also politely tough. Her bra barely concealed her breasts, stretching the T-shirt and peaking out from behind the fabric. Her T-shirt accentuated every curve and were tucked into her brown hiking shorts. She had folded up the hem to make them less of a hanging bit of clothing and to cling to her body a bit more. She was conservative, but also sexy in her outfit and hiking boots giving her that suburban outdoorsy look. When Gil came out the door, she threw on a white button down shirt to conceal her curves a bit more.
"Hey there kiddo. Did you get breakfast?"
"Morning mom. Not yet."
She smiled at him. "Well hurry up. We've got a long drive to go before we hit the trailhead. And then it's another two hours to hike to Crystal Lake."
Crystal Lake was their destination for the trip. They had never been, but from the maps it was secluded and hidden away in the mountains. With a good hike up to the lake, they knew there wouldn't be a lot of people around which they would both enjoy. From their base camp, they figured they could spend their time hiking the streams and fly fishing for trout. It would be a great three days, she thought, before her son returned to his swimming practice. She smiled as she watched him return to the house. She knew his broad swimmer's shoulders and narrow waist were a hit with the girls. The best part was, he still didn't even know the effect he had on the women in the neighborhood. "Ahhhh, innocence," she thought. After this, he would start to really grow up.
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It was two o'clock when they pulled into the ramshackle town of Beadleston. Not much of a town - just a gas station and post office, with a bar in between. There were a few backup trucks and a motorcycle parked outside the bar. A dog rolled around in the dirt and looked up as they drew to a stop outside the pump.
"Well, what did we expect way out here." She smiled as Gil and she pulled up to the pump.
"Just means fewer people are going to be camping." Gil replied.
"And more fish in the streams."
They both laughed.
"Why don't you go in and get us some waters," Susan said, while handing him a twenty. "I'll fill up the tank and we can get to the trails."
Susan opened the tank and began to fuel. She looked up at the window of the bar, seeing some movement behind the glass. She shrugged, barely noticing the eyes that watched her as the gas filled her truck.
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Ten miles and half an hour later their SUV pulled up at the end of the dirt road, leaving them at the trailhead. It had been a long day of driving, but from the view, the effort had been worth it. The mountains were heavily wooded, and the lack of other vehicles meant the lake would be all theirs. It was a Monday, so their hunch had paid off. There was absolutely nobody around.
Susan and Gil smiled at each other, jumping out of the truck and breathing in the fresh air. They filled out the ranger's folder to let the officials know when they would return from their camping. In minutes their packs were on their backs and the truck was locked up tight.
"See you in four days," Gil cried as they both headed up the trail.
Neither noticed the dusty pickup creeping up the road behind them, watching closely as they disappeared behind the canopy of green.
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Three hours later, they were both exhausted as they dropped their packs at the edge of Crystal Lake. It took them longer because of the steep climb up, but the view was well worth their efforts.
"No rest for the weary kiddo," Susan exclaimed. "Let's get our tent set up before the sun starts dropping."
"Why don't I get some firewood?"
Susan smiled, boy job/girl job. "That's great."
An hour later, they had their camp set up and their hiking boots off. A pile of firewood had been set against one tree. Their shared tent was zipped up with both their sleeping bags lined up. Their food was hanging from a tree and their packs safely stowed. It was the perfect looking campsite, one that would have made the cover of the Cub Scout's annual.
All they could do now was rest and enjoy the smells of the food coming out of their cookware. They were both famished, tired, and taking in the view of their home for the next few days. They planned to get an early night's sleep and start the day early to enjoy the solitude.
What they didn't know was ten miles away, their SUV had been moved to an old barn, well off the beaten path and hidden.
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It was almost midnight when the heavy boots snapped a twig. It was the only sound that came from their camp except the wind blowing through the trees. There were eight boots attached to four heavy bodies that moved quickly for their size. But neither Susan nor Gil heard them until their tent was slashed open and the bright flashlights were shined in their faces. They didn't even have a chance to move before their sleeping bags were tied over their heads, creating two neat cocoons. Inside, both Gil and Susan shouted, kicked and struggled.
