DAY FIVE
After waking up to the soothing sound of raindrops pattering against the walls of our tent, I knew fishing with Dad was out of the question that day. Not that I minded, as I was enjoying Mom's warm body snuggled in my arms. Her soft, naked skin was a quick reminder of all that'd transpired in the days leading up to that moment.
As I laid there spooning her in our shared sleeping bag, memories of her moaning my name came rushing back to me, causing a stirring in my groin, followed by her cute giggle.
"Well good morning to you, too, big guy," she murmured, pushing her ass into me. "It feels like you're already up and at 'em."
I smiled dreamily, tracing my fingers up her warm body and cupping her voluptuous boobs in my hands. "God, Mom, I'm so glad last night wasn't just a dream."
"Mmmm," she purred. "Me too, sweetie. Last night was so special to me."
"It was the greatest night of my entire life!"
She giggled. "Isn't that what you said the night before, goofball?"
"Yeah, well, this vacation just keeps getting better and better," I said, now playing with her nipples between my fingers.
"Mmm, It sure does. Now, what do you say we put that big, beautiful dick of yours somewhere better?" She reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart, creating a warm valley of taut skin for my dick to cuddle in. "Mmm, that's better," she murmured, releasing her cheeks and letting them capture my boner.
My heart thumped with so much love for her that I thought I might pass out. I tightened my arms around her body, basking in our warm and cozy cocoon.
"I have a feeling you're really gonna like the surprise I have in store for tonight," she giggled, puckering her asshole in and out against my dick.
My eyes lit up. "Another surprise! What? What is it?"
"Well, If I told you, then it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it?"
"Aw c'mon," I pleaded. "Just tell me."
"And ruin the surprise? No way!"
"You have to tell me," I begged. "Just one hint, please?"
She smiled mischievously, as if pondering whether or not to just tell me.
"Pleeease," I encouraged her, flexing my dick against her asshole, when suddenly a noise from right outside our tent startled us. I quickly snapped my mouth shut, trying to be quiet enough to detect what was causing the unmistakable sound of twigs breaking against the forest floor right outside our tent. It sounded like footsteps, as if someone, or something was approaching.
"Anyone home?" came Dad's voice.
Mom and I panicked, scurrying into a butt-to-butt 'sleeping' position, pretending as if my dick wasn't just wedged between her ass cheeks, receiving puckered butthole-kisses.
I barely got the sleeping bag pulled up to my neck when the window flap on my side of the tent flopped down.
"Hey, sport," came Dad's voice, as his face shone through the mesh screen.
I squinted up at him, making it seem as if my pupils were adjusting to the sudden light pouring into the tent. I noticed a steady flow of rainwater beading off the hood of his rain jacket, confirming that it was, indeed, raining outside.
"What time is it?" I asked him, grumbling a fake groggy voice.
"Seven-thirty," he answered. "So much for fishing today, huh? Forecast shows It's supposed to rain like this all day."
"Ugh!" I feigned disappointment, not actually wanting to leave this tent. "Well that sucks!"
Just then, Mom's naked body began squirming behind me, making cute growling noises in the sleeping bag as she pretended to wake up. She rolled over, poking just her head out of the sleeping bag over my shoulder. "Oh, hey, honey," she greeted Dad in a similar groggy mumble, looking up at him through squinted eyes. "What are you doing down here?"
Dad immediately scrunched his brow in confusion. "I came down here to check on you guys. Um, why are you sharing a sleeping bag?"
My heart raced as I tried to come up with something believable to tell him, but all that came out was, "What? Oh, uh...so that's actually a funny sto-"
"My sleeping bag got soaked in the night," Mom answered calmly. "If it wasn't for Danny being such a gentleman and letting me jump in with him in his, I probably would've froze to death."
"Oh..." Dad said, spotting the long-forgotten sleeping bag tossed in the corner, and luckily not the bunched-up pile of our clothing behind it. "Well, that was nice of him. How'd your sleeping bag get all wet?"
"There's a hole in the corner over there where rainwater kept seeping in throughout the night. It seriously drenched the whole bottom of my sleeping bag. It was awful!"
"I tried to warn you guys," came Dad's teasing response. "I mean, it is a tent after all. Tents do tend to leak, hence the reason I sleep indoors."
"Yeah, yeah." Mom playfully rolled her eyes at him, smiling.
"Hey, I'm not the one crammed in a sleeping bag with our grown son, now am I?" Dad said, scanning his eyes around the interior of our rustic tent. "With a leaking hole, I might add."
Of course, my dirty mind jumped straight to the sexual innuendo of a leaking hole, making me laugh.
Mom's mind appeared to go there too, because she laughed right along with me.
Fortunately, Dad seemed to think we were just laughing at our rotten luck and he joined in too. "Well, I just came down here to tell you two adventurers that I'm making breakfast up at the cabin, so whenever you're ready, come up and eat."
"Thanks, honey," Mom thanked him. "We're gonna find some way to plug that hole, then we'll be up, okay?"
"Do you guys need me to take a look at it?"
"Oh no, Dad, you've done so much already, with, like, setting everything up and, like, taking care of all the boat stuff."
"I think Danny can handle this one, honey," Mom assured him.
Dad nodded, as any proud father would. "Oh, Okay. Well, no rush," he said. " The food won't be ready for a while yet, so come up whenever you're done."
We watched him secure the window flap back into place, then listened to his crunching footsteps slowly fade into the forest before we quietly burst out in laughter.
"God, Danny, that was such a rush!"
"We're awful humans, Mom! I can't believe that just happened," I half-chuckled, feeling a little guilty. "I sure hope he didn't suspect anything."
"Do you honestly think he would've just walked away if he had?" she pointed out, then said, "I wouldn't be too worried about your dear, old dad if I were you, his fun is soon to be had."
I let that sink in, then shot her a look of jealousy. "Wait, what do you mean?"
"Not with me, silly! I'm talking about his little admirer up at the cabin. You know, the cute little eighteen-year-old who's not fooling anyone with her secret Dad-crush."
"Yeah right!" I laughed. "Dad would never let anything like that happen with Molly."
"Oh, you don't think so?" she said with a smirk. "I think you'd be surprised by how many times I've caught him staring at Molly's hot little ass."
"What? No way!"
"It's true!" Mom giggled. "He thinks he's so subtle about it, too... And then there's Molly, the little tease, always bouncing around the house in her tight little booty shorts, bending over when she knows he's looking."
"Really?" I was surprised. "You don't honestly think they'd, like, do anything like this, though, do you?"
"Maybe," Mom said with a grin, coiling her arms around my neck. "Just think, if him and her end up having a little fun of their own, then maybe he'll be okay with you and me having our own fun."
I smiled at the thought of that. "And what if he's not?"
"Well I guess we'll just have to keep sneaking around on him then, won't we?"
She rolled me onto my back and straddled my hips, tearing the sleeping bag apart as she sat up. It was cold in the tent but her naked body was warm, almost hot.
"Mmm." I admired her bouncing titties until she directed my attention southward, taking ahold of my boner and pinning it against my navel.
"Do you like the way this looks?" she asked me, scooting forward to grind her pussy folds against the underside of my dick.
"Ohhh," I moaned, propping my head up to get a better look. I loved the way her beautiful pink petals hugged around my shaft as if it were a teddy bear. "God, Mom, I love how big your pussy lips are."
"Big?" she scoffed, stopping her grinding. "They're not big!"
"No, not in a bad way," I backpedaled. "I mean, they're like, perfect! I love your pussy lips!"
"I think the clinical term for them is labia majora, and labia minora," she clarified, her tone softening, "but you may call them my pussy lips I suppose. Just for future reference, though, no girl ever, is going to appreciate her pussy lips being described as 'big', young man."
"Sorry," I chuckled, "what about... chunky?"
"God no! That's even worse!" she giggled. "Try thick...or puffy...or even fat, but for the love of God, not chunky, ever!"
"Mmm, I like the sound of puffy," I said with a smile, then pursed my lips together to say it again. "Puffy pussy...Puffy pussy-petals...Mommy's puffy pussy-petals, ohh fuck yeah!"
"Language, naughty boy!" she joked. "You're not supposed to say naughty words like 'fuck' to your own mother."
"Sorry," I chuckled. "What about your puffy pussy-petals? Can I say that?"
"Certainly! That's actually encouraged," she played along, resuming her grinding.
"Mmm," I mused. "I wanna hear you say it."
She smiled, pursing her lips together in an exaggerated pouty face. "My puffy pussy-petals," she said, putting an over-the-top sexy emphasis on each word.
"God," I sighed. "It sounds so much hotter when you say it!"
"What does? You mean when I tell you all about my pink, puffy pussy-petals?
My smile grew even bigger.
"Tell me, baby, do you like mommy's pink, puffy pussy-petals rubbing back and forth across your big fat dick like this?"
"Oh, God! I fucking love it!"
"Excuse me!" she stopped grinding at once, glaring down at me in mock anger. "You had better not just said the word I think you just said, young man!"
I nodded with a helpless smile.
