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Camping In Cornwall

Camping In Cornwall

by reclaiminglosttime
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"It smells a bit musty." Mum said.

"It's bound to, it's been in storage for half a dozen years or more, but it's not damp and it'll soon air out." Dad tried to convince her. I could see that Mum wasn't convinced as she headed indoors for her cleaning stuff.

'It' was a caravan, once my parents' pride and joy, consigned to a storage shed eight years ago when they started to take holidays abroad. We'd had some fun in it though, well Dad and I had enjoyed it but I don't think Mum did so much, trying to cook on what was little more than a hotplate, and keeping the place clean and tidy all fell to her as my Dad and I went fishing, or played football.

She wasn't too keen on the whole set up really, it did have its own tiny toilet but we only used that in emergencies to save having to empty the foul smelling chemical tank. So it was communal toilets and showers we used wherever possible.

Of course I had been only young, so everything was still an adventure, and Dad didn't really mind that sort of thing, he'd been brought up in hardship, and only now in the early 1970's was he starting to enjoy the fruits of his hard working life.

For some reason they'd decided to take the caravan out for a UK holiday down to the West Country, perhaps it was for old times' sake, or perhaps they'd thought to sell it and wanted one last holiday. I was eighteen now, and just beginning to get really interested in girls.

I'd been to an all-boys grammar school, university was not really an option, so I was starting a job in September in a bank and had been looking forward to a long lazy summer. I was in two minds about the holiday, a couple of weeks in Spain would have been my preference, looking at all the topless women on the beaches. I was a regular masturbator, at least once a day and Spanish beaches were heaven sent for filling the old wank bank. I even had high hopes of losing my virginity to some nubile girl. So Devon wasn't exactly my first choice, but there was one bright light on the horizon, my Aunt, my mother's sister and her daughter were coming with us. I'd spent the early years of my life playing and growing up with Karen, she'd been a bit of a tom boy and we'd climbed trees and made dens in the woods, then they'd moved away and visits had become fewer and fewer and I hadn't seen her for several years.

Her mother had always liked me and she'd been fun to be with, unlike my parents who were a bit staid. They loved me, but rarely showed it, but Aunty Beth always had a cuddle for me, squashing me against her soft bosom. There wasn't an uncle, and I never thought to ask why, it just was.

They were going to sleep in a tent and my parents and I in the caravan. That was another problem, it wasn't big, in fact it was rather small, just one big room, one end of which converted to a broad bed which my parents would use while I slept on a makeshift bed made up out of the seats round the dining table. It had been fine when I was young, but I looked at it now and it looked awfully small. I wasn't too sure about being in the same room as my parents either, as I said I loved to masturbate and invariably woke up with a huge boner which I took care of before getting up. How was I going to do that with Mum and Dad there?

My Aunt and cousin turned up the day before we were due to set off, Dad picked them up from the station and brought them back to our house. My aunt hadn't changed much, she was a bit slimmer than I remembered and that soft chest that she'd cuddled me against was now a pair of rather nice breasts, still quite large, but of huge interest to my eyes now that I was a bit older.

My cousin had changed beyond all recognition, gone was the gangly teen with spots and an attitude, replaced by a confident young woman with shapely figure and long legs that disappeared up into an almost indecently short skirt. I stared at her almost in awe until she shrieked and wrapped me in a hug, "Boy, have you grown up?" She echoed my own thoughts about her. She'd inherited her mother's full breasts and with a trim waist and an almost bare midriff looked quite the modern woman. Her blond hair was cut in a neat bob which framed her face perfectly. We led them chattering into the house, and I perhaps began to think that the holiday might not be a total blow-out after all, even if I wasn't going to be knee deep in bare breasts.

We had a spare bedroom but it was mostly cluttered up, so Aunt Beth and Karen were going to sleep on cushions in the lounge, "No problem," said Aunt Beth, "it'll be good practice for sleeping in the tent." They changed for bed in the bathroom, how I longed to be able to spy on them, but here was no way I could, the upstairs was simply too busy with people going to and fro so I had to content myself to my imagination, aided of course with a couple of wank mags, both old and dog-eared which I kept hidden under my bed. As soon as I was in my pyjamas and in bed with the door shut, I pulled one out and started to thumb through it, I knew exactly what I was looking for, someone with big tits and a blond bob, which if I squinted hard enough could be made to look like Karen. I was out of luck, but I found a model that looked close enough to Aunt Beth so made do with that, rubbing my cock furiously until I came.

It was an early start the next day, everything was pretty much packed and we'd even hitched up the caravan to Dad's Ford Granada, his pride and joy. It had a 2 litre engine and an automatic gearbox so was able to pull the caravan without difficulty. Dad drove with Mum in the front and the three of us in the back. Although it was quite a big car it was still a little cramped and our legs were touching. Karen and I were at the sides with Aunt Beth in the middle, her legs spread by the transmission tunnel.

Karen was wearing her short skirt again, but Aunt Beth had changed into shorts and a blouse, cooler for the journey she said. It wasn't busy at first and the morning was still cool and we bowled along, eating up the miles. Then it got busier and we had to reduce speed with meant the car was getting warm inside in the sunshine. I could feel a sheen of sweat covering me and all of us were suffering in a similar way.

The traffic thinned a bit and we picked up a little more speed, "At last some relief," breathed Aunt Beth and undid the top couple of buttons on her blouse then leaned forward billowing the front out to let the breeze in. I was treated to an uninterrupted view of a full breast, encased in her bra, but nevertheless for me that really was a treat. Mum was a bit uptight about her body, she was always very careful around the house, and although I did get the odd look at something, it was a rarity.

Aunt Beth sat back and I surreptitiously adjusted my cock in my shorts which had pulled tight into my crotch. "OK Ben?" she asked.

"Fine thanks Aunt Beth, just hot."

"Tell me about it." she sighed as we slowed again. And so it went on, crawling then speeding up. I didn't get another look but I could see how tight her own shorts were around the crotch and there were two little bulges either side of the centre seam. Surely that couldn't be her pussy I thought. I'd never seen a real one and even the wank mags didn't really show much detail, the pictures all got a bit blurry in that area.

After a couple of hours we stopped at a motorway service station to stretch our legs and have a pee. The three women joined the queue and Dad and I headed for the gents. Needless to say we were finished long before them and we stood around the car waiting. "What takes them so long Dad?"

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"Well son, that is one of the immutable laws of the universe. Women always pee together and they have a chat and then primp and preen in front of any mirror they can find. Mind you they've got other things to sort out sometimes as well." I felt my face flushing, he was presumably talking about periods, I knew they existed but very little else and talking about them was an alien concept to me, especially to my Dad. "You'll find out more about that when you're married." That was the end of the conversation as the three of them appeared. I wondered if any of them was on their period, 'rag week' the boys at school had called it.

Mum and Dad got in and I was about to slide in the back when Karen said to her Mum. "You sit by the window Mum, it's a bit cooler and you can open the window to get some breeze." Aunt Beth thanked her and Karen bent her head to get into the other side. She started to slide across the back seat then lifted her leg over the transmission tunnel. As her legs opened up her skirt rode up and there before me were her panties. They were white and I could see the triangle formed by her legs and then amazingly as she stretched further, the gusset, stretched tight over what had to be her pussy.

My cock reacted immediately and it was with some difficulty that I got back in, doing my best to hide it. No-one seemed to notice for which I was grateful and I was able to settle it a little more comfortably.

As we got closer to our destination the roads got smaller and more congested, but finally we arrived and checked in. Our pitch wasn't badly situated and Dad backed the caravan up and we unhitched it, then began the process of setting it all up and pitching the tent that Aunt Beth and Karen were going to sleep in. It didn't look very big and all they had to cushion themselves were some slabs of foam rubber. I felt a little guilty until I saw where my bed was going to be, it was at least a foot shorter than me and I'd be in danger of rolling onto the floor if I wasn't careful. Spain suddenly seemed like a better idea all round.

The camp site wasn't bad, there were places to eat and drink, a pool, and a nightclub although it didn't look much. We were also a short walk from a sandy beach which was good. We had something to eat, then a few beers in a bar and tired after the journey, headed back to our pitch. "Right," said Dad, "Beth, Karen and Sarah can get changed in the van while Ben and I wait out here, then we can go in and get ready for bed."

We sat on some camp chairs while the women got changed and then the door opened. Aunt Beth came out first, she was wearing a knee length nightie and from the lines under it some panties. It didn't look as though she had a bra on, and although she kept an arm crossed over her breasts I could see the hard point of one nipple.

Karen followed, she had pyjamas on, they looked a little young and small for her, with elasticated cuffs and ankles. She wished us goodnight and followed her Mum into the tent and I got a good look at her backside as she crawled in the small door flap.

"Now us," said Dad and we climbed the two steps to get in. There wasn't a lot of room with the bed made up and we stood in the living area to put our pyjamas on. I'd never really seen my Dad's cock, only when we'd had a pee side by side and I was surprised at how long it was, dangling between his legs.

He clambered onto the bed beside Mum who was already in bed, they'd brought sheets but I had a sleeping bag, then they wished me goodnight as Dad turned out the light. I lay back and thought about the day, the highlights being Aunt Beth's breasts and the knicker flash that Karen had inadvertently given me. Instinctively my hand went to my cock and started to stroke it, but a snuffle from further down the caravan reminded me of my parents' presence and I reluctantly let it drop, All was quiet for a while, I'd found a comfortable position and lay there trying to empty my mind, when I heard a whispered "No John, we can't, Ben's here."

"It'll be all right, he's asleep and we can be quiet."

"No!" All was quiet for a while then I heard a "Mmmm." followed by a "You know what that does to me." There was a rustling of bedclothes and then my Mum gave out a long sigh and the caravan began to move and creak.

With a start I realised they were having sex. Actually having sex only a few feet from me in the same room. Instantly I was hard again and this time my hand wasn't going to take no for an answer. I half listened to them, little snorts and grunts punctuated by the odd moan. Any sound I was making wasn't going to be heard by them and I let rip, my hand flying up and down my cock.

I hear my Mum call out "John!" as Dad grunted loudly and I guessed he was cumming. That did it and my cock exploded inside my pyjamas, spurting my cum where I neither knew nor cared. The noises stopped as did the creaking and all I could hear was the sound of heavy breathing, soon translated into snores.

It wasn't particularly comfortable in the night and I woke several times. Moonlight was streaming in past the curtains giving a strange light, and I could see the lumps in the bed made by my parents. Subconsciously I'd sort of knew they had sex, but had never really thought much about it. Now I knew and I'd heard them. How often were they going to do it I wondered? Could I get a better look? I drifted back off, my dreams a mixture of Mum and Beth, Dad's cock and then Karen.

It was quite bright when I woke again, must be nearly morning, I could hear sounds of people round us and wondered how we'd manage the getting up and dressing process, the reverse of what we'd done last night I presumed.

I heard a rustling and a creaking and the first thought that went through my mind was that they were doing it again. I half opened my eyes and peered towards the back of the van. I was wrong, it was just my mother who was sitting up in bed arms stretching above her. Her nightie had tightened round her breasts and I could see their shape and just the outline of her nipples. My cock was doing its usual morning trick and my hand found it as naturally as a baby finds its mother's breast.

She slithered over the bed and down towards the end. As she did so her nightie rode up and just as her legs came over the end I could see right up between them, a mass of dark curly hair and for a brief moment, something fleshy, but then it was gone and she pulled her nightie back down. With a shock I realised I had just seen my mother's private parts.

She looked carefully at me and I kept myself totally still and my eyes barely open. She went into the little toilet and silently closed the door behind her. I could hear the sound of her pee hitting something plastic and thought again about what I'd seen, once more exposed right next to me, separated by a sheet of plywood.

The sound stopped and she came out, looking my way again, then she went over to the sink and ran some water into the bowl. She picked up a flannel and made it wet and rubbed some soap into it. Another look at me and she slipped one strap off her shoulder and tugged her nightie down. Out popped a breast, a whole naked breast covered on the end by a large brown nipple. Now I'd seen her pussy and a breast in the space of a few minutes.

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She gave her breast and armpit a wash and then dried them, the towel squashing her breast around, then she repeated the exercise the other side. I couldn't see as much this time, but my brain knew exactly what she was doing and relived the experience for me. My hand was squeezing my cock for all it was worth, I longed to rub it but knew that would give the game away immediately.

Another look at me and she lifted the hem of her nightie right up to her waist and pushed the flannel down between her legs, rubbing it to and fro. I'd have given anything to get a better view but all I could see was a bit of dark hair. She dried herself and let her nightie drop. What now I wondered, would she get dressed in front of me?

To my initial disappointment she didn't, instead returning to the bottom of the bed. She leaned forward and began shaking Dad to wake him up. Her bum stretched the fabric of the nightie tight over it and I could see the crease between her cheeks and then as the hem rose up the tops of her legs. Just a bit more I prayed, but she stood up straight again and my prayers went unanswered.

Dad was snuffling and groaning as he slowly came to and finally sat up blinking his eyes. "Come on you two, get dressed and then we girls can get dressed as well."

"But Mum, you'll see me." I protested.

"Don't be silly Ben, I'm your mother, I've seen you lots of times." But not with a hard-on, I thought, praying it would go down. I delayed as long as I could, and my father and I got dressed while Mum looked away. I couldn't help but notice that Dad's cock looked pretty swollen as well, it wasn't only me that had morning wood then.

We were thrown out as Karen and Aunt Beth swapped with us and I took the opportunity of heading for the men's toilets, there was short queue and my hopes of having wank as well, disappeared. Mum made us all breakfast with Aunt Beth helping, then Karen and I were made to clear up while Dad sat and watched.

"How was last night Beth?" he asked, "Comfortable on that foam rubber was it?"

"No it bloody wasn't John. I barely got a wink of sleep and every time I did doze off the rubber squeaked and woke me up."

"Shame there's not room in the van for all for us," Mum commented. What a sight that would be I thought.

The general consensus was that we'd go to the beach, so it was back in the caravan to change into our swimming costumes, I tried to sneak a look through the windows while the women were changing, but didn't manage to see anything except a few heads.

The beach was actually quite nice, populated by some families and some older folks, it looked a bit as though Karen and I were the only youngsters. We slipped off our outer clothes and I stood gawking as Karen's bikini was revealed. It was low slung on her hips and her breasts were practically falling out of the top. I saw Dad staring as well, as Aunt Beth commented, "I told her it was too revealing, but she wouldn't listen. She'll learn." Quite what I didn't know.

Mum and Aunt Beth were much more conservatively dressed, one pieces that did their best to cover everything up, but they both still had impressive cleavages. I thought back to that morning and wondered what Aunt Beth's breasts looked like. Dad had his 'old man' trunks on, high waisted and I sported last year's fashion, tight fitting trunks looking like a very brief pair of shorts. I was a bit conscious of the bulge my cock was creating, but at least my cock wasn't letting me down, although I was still busting for a wank.

It was pleasant lying there, but a bit boring. In Spain I'd have gone for numerous walks looking at all the naked breasts on display, but there didn't seem to be any on this beach and despondently I thought about the next two weeks.

We'd been there a couple of hours when Mum sat up as did Aunt Beth. Together they stood and looked at Karen who was lying in the sun, her eyes half shut. "Coming?" they enquired.

"No I'm fine," she replied as I wondered what was going on and why Dad and I weren't invited. I watched as the two of them walked to the water's edge and waded in, jumping as each wave rushed towards them until they were at waist height when they stopped and just stood.

"What on earth are they doing Dad?"

He took a quick look at Karen who seemed to be dozing. "Peeing son."

"But how....?" my mind was racing, did they just piss in their cossies and let filter through, my mind thought back again to Mum's hairy pussy, imagining that squashed in her costume, a stream of yellow liquid forcing its way out, or did they pull the gusset to one side, in which case their pussies were exposed under the water?

"Best not to think about it son," replied Dad, "gets to you a bit though doesn't it?" he nodded in the direction of my lap where a bulge was forming. He looked again at Karen and lowered his voice. "If you need to err, relieve the tension now is a good time, perhaps in the dunes behind us?"

Was Dad actually suggesting I went and had a wank, and how did he know about my 'tension'? I followed Karen's lead and told him I was fine and tried to put those thoughts away as Mum and her sister came back. I tried not to look at their crotches too obviously, but I did notice that one or two dark hairs had strayed from the legs of their costumes.

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