A Mothers Confession 2

On my twenty first birthday I decided that I wanted to celebrate it with a camping trip instead of a normal party. My step Mom Camy agreed to accompany me as long as she picked the site. I think she misunderstood me since she picked a wooded place on our twenty acre beach front property in Florida which also happened to be right behind our house. I guess she was feeling a bit sentimental because we used to camp out with dad by the beach when I was younger and of course when he was still alive.

Camy got me out of bed early so that morning. She was already dressed in her camping clothes which always consisted of a pair of jean shorts and a tank top. She complained that her back hurt and that I should carry most of the load, and I did. She always put her load on dad and I when we went camping so it wasn't a surprise. It wouldn't have been so bad if it wasn't for the four bottles of wine she's placed in my back pack. She drank way too much but dad wasn't around to keep her drinking in check. All Camy toted as we headed down the trail was her camp chair and a drinking flask filled with wine.

Mom led the way and I can say I was really enjoying the view as we walked along.

Camy is hot for a fifty five year old woman. She's petite with big green eyes and long flowing chestnut hair and she uses color so there is no grey. Her tits are big and her ass is tight and I have to admit that there was a tent starting to form in my gym shorts as we walked along.

"I don't remember this stretch of woods Mom." I said.

"That's because I picked another spot for us to camp at, Jay."

"You did?"

She stopped and turned to look at me and put her hands on her hips. "I think I'm quite capable of picking out a nice camp site."

"So how much further to this campsite is it gonna be?" I asked, stopping to catch my breath."

"It's just around the corner Jay and you're absolutely going to love it!" she started skipping ahead, her 40 dd's bouncing as she did. I don't think she's wearing a bra.

The path suddenly opened into a wide grassy area with massive oak trees as the backdrop. The trees were so old that they had Spanish moss dangling from their branches. It was very private and secluded.

She stopped and spread her arms, "So what do you think?"

I shook my head, "I must say this is nice!"

"I know, right. I knew you would love it!!" she clapped her hands and bounced up and down a few times with excitement, which was nice because it made her big titties bounce. Yeah mom was definitely not wearing a bra.

I laid her chair down and opened it and positioned it beneath the shade of one of the big oak trees and Camy sat down in it looking a bit out of breath.

"Oh my goodness the hike down here really took it out of me, Jay. It's just so hot!" She said fanning herself with her free hand and drinking from her wine flask.

I wanted to laugh but I chose not to. For as long as I can remember Camy has lived a very comfortable Country club lifestyle on my dad's oil money and he's left her enough so she could keep said lifestyle when he passed away as long as she didn't get married again. Which there is no chance of that happening as far as I'm aware of. She doesn't date and I doubt she's had sex since dad's death and he's been gone five years now. In fact he died fucking her. Died inside her actually.

She waved me over and had me bend down so she could open my back pack. She took out a bottle of red wine and filled her flask again.

She caught me smiling at her.

"What?" she giggled. "Can't a lady enjoy a glass of wine?"

"Enjoy as many as you like, Mom."

She chortled, "I will, thank you very much. Besides I think I've earned that right."

Wanting to change the subject, "So how did you find this place, mom?" I asked.

She laughed and raised her glass, " Technology, darling. I brought up Google earth and did a search for our property..." she wiggled her fingers, "...and Wallah!" She said definitely pleased with herself.

"Heck this is amazing, I thought I explored the entire property when I was younger."

"Well you certainly missed this little oasis." she giggled. "I think it's so lovely wouldn't you agree?"

"Most definitely." I said.

"So then what are you waiting on? Set up the camp for goodness sake!" she giggled.

I gave her a mock salute, "Yes Ma'am!"

I opened the back pack and began setting everything out.

"Put the wine next to my chair, darling. I don't want the bottle broken."

I nodded and did as she said. Then I began setting up the camp and in twenty minutes, I had the tent set up. I unrolled our sleeping bags and ground mats and set them up in the tent along with our food and it was then that I realized that I had left my camp chair back home. "Son of bitch!" I said aloud.

Camy looked over at me, "What happened."

"I left my camp chair at home."

She laughed, "Jay, you're always forgetting something when we go camping."

"Stow it mom. I'll just use my ground mat to sit on." I said and I snatched it from the tent and walked over and stretched it out beside Camy's chair...and I was just about to sit down when she cleared her throat.

I looked at her, "What?"

"Why Jay, aren't you forgetting the fire wood? i mean we need it to keep the bugs off of us tonight."

I rolled my eyes and nodded, "Your right, I'm sorry." I unclipped the hatchet from the pack.

"There are plenty of dead trees laying about so make sure everything your cutting down is dead. I don't want to sacrifice any of my live trees."

I rolled my eyes, "Yes Mom." she can be such a hippy sometimes. I walked over to where there was downed trees and I began hacking away.

Camy watched me work and I wanted to impress her so I began picking up large bundles of fire and carrying them and setting them by the shoreline. I made sure to flex my arm muscles as I passed her to which she would turn red and start fanning herself again.

"Are you okay, Mom?"

She would only nod and take a drink of wine, "It's just hot honey."

Pretty soon I had a massive stack of wood, five foot high and twenty feet long and good grief was I sweating. It was more than enough to last us the weekend. I pulled my shirt off and wiped my face with it and I again noticed her looking at me.

"Come over here and sit down in the shade before you pass out sweetie."

I did as she asked and walked over and sat down next to her chair. I had to admit the shade was nice. Mom opened the backpack and took out a bottle of water and handed it to me.

"Thank you." I said and I uncapped it and drank down the entire bottle in one long pull.

"Gracious! You inhaled that!" She giggled and took out another water and handed it to me. This time I crossed my legs out in front of me and leaned back on my elbows and looked out across the water.

"A penny for your thoughts." She said and raised her glass.

"I feel so relaxed at the moment."

"I do too, I guess it has to do with being away from the hustle and bustle of normal life. Your daddy loved to camp sweetie. He and I used to get so shitfaced drunk sitting by the campfire...after you went to bed of course."

"Shitfaced?" I laughed

She giggled, "Getting shitfaced isn't so bad. I stay that way all the time honey."

"Well I have to say you pull the look off very well."

Camy blushed and looked down at me knowing I was paying her a compliment, "Jay?

She giggled and looked away, "You have your, dad's charming wit about you."

I laughed, "So is that how dad scored a looker like you?"

"Scored? My goodness it sounds so vile when you put it like that." she giggled.

"Sorry." I shrugged.

"It's fine, Jay. I met your father after he and your mother broke up. And yes he was charming and witty."

"Yes dad told me how the two of you met."

Mom blushed.

"He said you were dancing at a gentleman's club in Savannah."

Camy's eyes went wide and her mouth dropped.

"It's okay, mom." I said and reached up and placed my hand on her knee and gave it a gentle squeeze.

She looked down at my hand, "Well sweetheart that was quite a long time ago."

"Candy Girl was your stage name, right?" I smiled.

"Good grief Hank was never one for keeping his mouth now was he?" she frowned and gave me a quizzical look, "So what else did he tell you?"

"Well he never ran his mouth about your past to any of your friends."

"Thank goodness for that." she raised her glass in the air.

"He couldn't embarrass his trophy wife now could he?"

She brushed back her hair and looked down at me, "Is that how you thought of me Jay? A trophy wife?"

I shrugged.

"Your right about that, Hank treated me like his trophy wife. He would take me down from the mantle and show me off at his highfalutin parties and parade me around like a queen. But in private he would use me like whore and goodness did he enjoy reminding me of where I came from too."

That confession made my mouth drop. I guess the old saying about wine loosening the lips was true.

"Jay your father was a sexual deviant at times, but goodness how I loved that man." Tears began to well up in her green eyes. "So please don't think ill of him darling."

"I would never think ill of my father, Mom."

There was a beat of silence between us. "I honestly loved your father, Jay." she patted my shoulder as a tear trickled down her cheek. "He rescued me from a rather sordid life."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes." and she took a gulp of wine and stared out across the green waters of the Atlantic.

"Mom he never told me about your past other than that you were a topless dancer. That's all I swear."

She nodded solemnly and shrugged.

"So how did you get the name Candy Girl?"

Camy frowned "My stepfather Brady gave me the nickname. I was 10 when he started courting my mother. I didn't like him at first, but then he started bringing me candy in these small brown paper bags and goodness how sweets can change a girl's mind." She giggled. "He started calling me his Candy Girl after that."

Then she frowned and stopped talking and she began shaking her head and she gulped down the rest of her wine. I could tell her reminiscing seemed to cause her pain.

I rubbed her knee, "You don't have to talk about it, Mom.

She looked down at me, "I know I don't, Jay but I want to. I want you to know where I came from. I don't want it to be a secret anymore, Hank wouldn't want that."

I nodded, "Okay, if that's what you want to do."

"I was a complete and utter whore when Hank first met me, darling."

My eyes went wide, "Mom...I...uh..."

"I was dancing at the Crystal Palace the day your father walked in. He had his crew with him. Your father had struck oil in the basin on his first try and he was taking his men out to celebrate. The club was small and eleven men packed the place and I was the only dancer at the time. They all gathered around the stage hotting and hollering to the top of their lungs. Mom started serving them drinks..."

"Wait your mom worked at the club?" I asked.

"Yes she and my stepfather actually owned the place. It was also our home because we lived in the back rooms."

"Wow I guess that made for some awkward family nights." I smirked.

She giggled, "You got that right. But it wasn't always bad and I must say that I did enjoy dancing. I mean it gave me such a thrill hearing the men cheer for me." She raised her arms and snapped her fingers and swayed in the chair her big tits jiggling as she did. Her breasts didn't appear to sag a damn bit which was unusual for a woman of her age. Then I suddenly remembered that dad had demanded that she get a boob job. I must say that the doctor did a damn fine job.

"You must have been a hell of a dancer mom."

She smiled at me and stopped her antics, "Your father certainly thought so." She uncapped her wine flask and held out for me to fill it. I gave up counting how many she refilled it, but I uncorked the bottle and filled it to the brim.

She suddenly closed her green eyes and shook her head, "Oh my gracious I've had way too much of the grape this morning, darling."

I laughed and nodded in agreement.

She giggled and raised an index finger at me, "Your father was a deviant hellion did you know that?"

"I think you told me that already." I smiled back.

"But god was he so handsome too and he wasn't shy a bit. He talked me into giving him head in the VIP room. I just couldn't say no to those brown eyes of his. We ended up fucking while his men cheered him on and it was fantastic. He actually gave me my first orgasm. Did you know that?"

My eyes went wide, "Okay?"

"Don't look at me like that. I just bet you have given plenty of orgasms to the ladies back at your college, right?" she giggled.

Damn did I blush. I wanted to tell her that I had but I didn't. I was more the type of bang'em hard and leave them wet kinda guy.

"So is there a special lady in your life, Jay?"

"No Mom there is not."

She frowned and shook her head, "That's a shame. A handsome boy like you, heck you should have a flock of women fall all over you."

I shrugged and squeezed her knee gently and she looked at me and smiled.

"You look so much like your father, honey."

I didn't say anything because it looked as if she was about to start crying. "He loved my titties."

Wow she was drunk. I mean she wasn't talking to me like a son, but more like a friend. "Well I guess I take after him in that department." I laughed. "So why don't you show me your tits." I laughed.

She stopped laughing and gave me a serious look, "I can't do that Jay!"

"So why not. You said you were a topless dancer and that you got a thrill from showing off your tits."

"But Jay your my son...I just don't think it would be..."

"Come on Mom show me your tits, you know you want to." I bounced my eyebrows at her.

She started giggling, "Your a mess, young man. But okay I'll do it."

"YESSS!" I cheered.

"Your just like Hank!" she said as she gripped the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up to her neck to reveal her naked breasts.

My mouth dropped at the site of those tits. They were so were so ample and perfectly round. Both breasts were crowned with a set of popping pink nipples that made my very mouth water. I don't know what came over me but I reached out with both hands and began groping her tits!

"Jay...honey... stop!" she said and grabbed my wrists with her small hands.

But I didn't stop. I gently pinched her nipples and rolled them between my finger tips feeling them stiffen.

"Oh my god Jay...you have to stop...please!!"

But her pleas fell on deft ears as I turned up the pressure on her nipples and tugged them.

Camy groaned in pleasure as her hands fell from my wrists. I could see that she was enjoying it. Most likely the last man to put their hand on her was my father.

I leaned in and placed my lips over her right nipple and I sucked it hard. I felt her body shudder and she placed a hand to the back of my head forcing my face to her tit.

"Ohhh Jaayyy!"

I pulled my lips from her right breast and immediately began suckling her left nipple but I used my teeth this time to gently scrape her hard pointy nip. Camy gasp and arch her back.

"Oh my god, darling!"

I pulled my lips from her breast and began kissing her between her breasts and using my tongue I licked her and kissed her all the way down to her cute little belly button. I unsnapped the front of her shorts.

"No...Jay...NO!" she said grabbing at my hands.

I didn't listen I smacked her hands away and pulled her shorts down anyways. She wasn't wearing any under garments so her neatly trimmed bush was on immediate display for my young eyes to see.

Camy closed her legs tightly in an attempt to stop my advance, but I effortlessly gripped her knees and forced her legs open until each leg was hung over the arm rests. Then I buried my face between her legs and I began to eat her wet pussy. Her pussy tasted so nice as I flicked the tip of my tongue against her clitoris

Camy stopped protesting my effort and rested her hands on her knees her head rolling from side to side. She moaned in pleasure as her pussy became sloppy and wet with her own juices. I lapped hungerly at sweat pussy like a man dying of thirst.

Her petite body suddenly stiffened and then she began to convulse, "JAAAYYYY...OH MY....OHHH!" she squealed. She could barely catch her breath as every nerve was taken over by her orgasm. I turned up the pressure on her clit and licked it furiously drawing out her orgasm even more. Slowly her pleasure crested and her body began to relax leaving her in a weak breathless state. My name was on her lips in a drunken whisper and she said it over and over like some ancient mantra.

I took her under the arms and pulled her up and kicked the chair to the side, her legs buckled and I lowered her to the grass. Her green eyes were barely open as she looked up at me she was in such an inebriated state I almost felt bad about what I was about to do...what I was GONNA do rather. I pulled my shorts down and I wasn't wearing any underwear so my nine inch cock sprang forth in all its hard glory. I dropped to my knees and pulled up her legs and draped them over my shoulders.

"Jay...please...honey...don't." she whispered placing her hands against my chest. It was a weak effort and I didn't stop.

I mounted her and lined my cock up with her soapy wet pussy.

"Please don't J...!" Her words were cut off as I thrust my hips and my dick slipped inside her. She cried out and I slowly burying my cock inside her. Her pussy was so tight, and warm. It seemed to invite me to explore her depths even further...and I did.

Camy cried out as I began fucking her with such passion. Letting her feel the power of my youth, burying myself to the hilt with every thrust.

Her pained expression melted to one of pleasure as I stretched her, explored her and tore into her like a mad man!

"Ooh slow down, honey...oh my gawd... Jay please!" she moaned.

But I didn't and I came way too embarrassingly early (I couldn't help it her pussy felt too fucking good man!) I filled her pussy full to overflowing with an orgasm that made me feel like a virgin again. I finally collapsed on top of her, sweating and breathing hard.

Camy lay silent beneath me, her breathing shallow against my neck. She ran her fingers through my hair and kissed my cheek tenderly.

"I'm sorry mom...I just..."

"Shhhh...it's okay." she ran her fingers through my hair.

She didn't seem upset with me at the fact that I had just forcibly taken her.

I rolled off of Camy and laid flat on my back, still breathing hard. She snuggled up close to me and we both fell asleep beneath the shade of the old oak tree.

The end :-))