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Chapter 1
Sarah sighed as they turned the corner down the tree-lined road to the campground. Splayed out in the clearing at the end of the road were cars of all sizes and makes, members of her family milling about as they unpacked. This was the first family reunion she had attended since the divorce, and the last with her boys before they went off to college.
Her twins were both asleep. Cameron was in the front passenger seat, his head lolling with the bumps in the road. Timothy was curled up in the back next to a pile of camping gear. The car felt empty without her ex-husband, but at the same time more bearable. The divorce had been bitter and a long time coming. Still, she did not relish facing her extended family, who would likely view the divorce as a failing on her part.
She had already gotten a few comments of the like from her mother, who had wondered, allowed, if the few pounds she had gained over the years had contributed. Her mom was, and always had been, a bitch about that kind of stuff, but it stung extra now. She had gained a little weight since her younger days, but what woman in her forties had not? She was still angry over the comments.
"Are you alright, mom," Cameron said. He shook his head to wake up fully as she pulled to a stop.
"Yeah, just pissed, Cam," she admitted. She hid nothing from her boys.
"At your mom our your sister?" he asked, familiar with the way she had been treated. He was angry at their family for the way they sided with his dad. His dad, who according to Cam, was the biggest asshole on the planet.
"Mom, for now. I'm sure Susie will have something shitty to say to me as well."
"Let it go," Cam said. "We're here to have fun. Or at least to pretend to long enough to leave in a few days."
"Besides," Tim said, also now awake, "grandma's way off base. The youth today would call you thick, with several c's," he joked.
"So thick," Cam said for emphasis. "It's in these days, mom. You're what they call a MILF. A mom I'd like to..."
"I know what it means," she said, laughing. "You two always cheer me up, even if you're both littler pervs. Come on, let's set up our tent.
It was late July, and the heat of the early evening made setting up hard work. By the end, they were all tired and hot. While various uncles grilled hot dogs and drank beers, the twins mingled with their cousins and Sarah smiled through backhanded comments. After half an hour of faux-pleasantries she needed to get away. It was still hot, and the lake looked cool and inviting. She dipped into their tent, unpacking her swimsuit. She had packed two of them, and settled on the one-piece. It hid more, and wanted to avoid comments about her weight. She stripped naked, wrestling herself into the swimsuit. She was glad there were no mirrors, she didn't want to see herself at the moment; she felt terrible as it was.
She emerged from the tent, a rolled towel under her arm, and marched toward the lake. Her mother said something to her but she ignored it, and soon slipped into the warm water, swimming away from the shore. She had dreaded this trip, but was determined to find moments of joy where she could. In the time since her husband left her, she had cycled through feelings of shock, pain, rage, and now acceptance. She was better off without him, but that did not stop her overly critical family from making comments. She was glad the boys were with her. They had stood by her every second. Now that they were eighteen, they had severed ties with their dad, and refused to visit him and his new, much younger wife; they refused to call her their stepmom, which always made Sarah glad.
She looked toward the shore and saw her boys swimming out toward her. She could barely touch, but when they arrived they were able to stand freely while she treaded.
"Having a good time?" Cameron asked.
"Not really, you?" she said.
"Not really," he admitted.
"Let's try and look at the positives," Tim said. "We get to spend some time together, outdoors. Some of the extended family is pretty nice. We just have to avoid your mom and aunt Susie."
"Easy peasy," she said with a laugh.
"I thought you'd go with the bikini," Cam said casually.
"If I have to listen to my mom tell me how much bigger my ass is, I'm going to lose it," she said.
"Aw, come off it, mom," Cam said. "We like your ass."
"Yeah," Tim chimed in. "You look great."
"You two are always trying to cheer me up," she said. "Thank you."
"It's true," Tim said. "You just got a little curvier. I mean, if you gained some weight, it's where it counts."
She blushed. They had always spoken openly, something her husband always hated. "Yeah? Your friends think so?"
"We have a standing request to get naked pictures of you and sell them to them."
"Gross!" she said, laughing.
"I didn't say we were going to," Tim said. "I'm just saying our friends all think you've got it going on."
"You are too sweet," she said.
"Well, if you ever want to pose for us, we'd make a fortune," Cam joked.
"Hah, if I ever let you see me naked, I would not let you share that with your pervert friends."
She enjoyed the look of surprise on their face. They always joked around like this, openly talking about whatever subject came to mind. Still, their comments made her blush and, while she couldn't articulate how, feel better.
"Well, thank you both for cheering me up." She swam toward the shore, grabbing her towel and drying her hair.
Cameron and Tim watched her ass sway the entire way to the campground.
Sarah ate dinner, with her boys, sitting on a low bench near the fire. She had changed into khaki shorts and a large t-shirt. The heat from the fire felt good but also amplified the heat of the day. Soon she longed for a cool breeze. Finally, as the sun set the air temperate broke and moderately cool air crept in. She left the fire, heading for the tent. It was a large sleeper, which ample space for their bags. The boys had set up a foam mattress and sleeping bags, a single bed for the three of them. She didn't mind, having them nearby felt good. She peeled off her clothes, putting on thin cotton shorts and a talk top. She opted out of sheets given the temperature, and settled in to sleep.
The twins came in later. She was half asleep, and didn't move or speak as they entered. She heard them changing, but in the darkness she was only aware of them when they crawled onto the mattress on either side of her. She could feel their body heat, and soon the tent was warm. She shifted on her side, trying to get comfortable while trying not to disturb them. As she did, she arched her back, trying to stretch. The bed was small for the three of them, queen sized, and as she stretched she bumped into one of her sons. Such collisions were common sharing a tent and a mattress, but this time was different.
Her son was rock hard.
She froze, registering his erection pressed against her soft ass. He didn't move or react. Perhaps, she thought, he was asleep. She lingered, longer than she should have, feeling his swollen manhood pressed against her. While she knew this was her son, and pressing against him like this was wrong, a hard cock was a hard cock. It has been so long since she had felt a man's hard member against her. What was the harm in lingering for a minute?
Tim had frozen when his mom suddenly pressed her ass against him. They had bumped into each other before, but this time he was hard, his dick pulsing with energy. He had gotten hard thinking about his mom's ass, which he knew was wrong. But he could not help himself, he reasoned. His mom's round ass had been a topic of conversation. She was still small waisted, her weight gain had mostly gone to her ass, which had just gotten rounder and bigger. His friends fixated on in, and he had to admit they were right. As she pressed close to him his dick got harder, until it was fully erect, pulsing with his heart beat. Maddeningly, she did not move. He wanted her to go, yet longed for the contact.
Sarah felt him stiffen further, felt the heat of his arousal through their clothing. She told herself to move away, yet found her body unwilling. Time seemed to slow down. Had she pressed against him for seconds, or minutes? All she knew in that moment was that her own body was responding. She felt warm, flush all over, her heart rate elevated. Slowly, aching to stay, she shifted her body an inch away, breaking contact with him. She immediately felt his absence, but told herself it was an accident, and that it was best forget it happened. Maybe he was asleep, she reasoned, dreaming about some girl.
Still, she slowly slid her hand under the waistband of her thin shorts, and ran a finger across her panties. They were soaking wet.
Chapter 2
Sarah woke early, the sun diffusely lighting up the tent. The tent windows were zipped up, but a single skylight was unzipped and let in the early dawn light. She stretched, surprised by how soundly she had slept. Their tent was away from the cluster of tents from the rest of the family, and they had some quiet. She was on her side, facing Tim. He lay on his back, sound asleep, his mouth slightly open and his chest rising and falling. Her eyes traced his muscular frame, her eyes eventually settling on the bulge in his shorts. Like most men, he had an early-morning erection. Normally her eyes would have passed over it, filtering the information out before it reached her consciousness. But having had it pressed against her last night, she registered it for what it was.
She looked at the stiff member straining against the fabric. She sat up slowly, looking at Cameron. Like his brother he was hard, his dick pitching a comical tent in his shorts. She wondered if they were identical down there as well.
She shook her head in an attempt to clear it. She was invading their privacy, and staring at something she should not. Quietly and deftly she slid off the mattress, slipping off her thin shorts and putting on the khaki shorts she had worn before. She rummaged through her backpack, and quietly exited the tent, zipping it behind her.
She needed some privacy. She has surprised herself with her arousal the night before, and sometimes a girl needs to get off. It had been a while, even by herself, and she felt her body responding in that familiar way. She jogged lightly to their car, and started the engine. She was thankful for the hybrid engine's electric motor as she silent crept out of the campground, leaving her boys and the entire family behind her.
