Editor's note: this story contains scenes of rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, or non-consensual sex.
a BBeane Creation©, version 1.0
This story is a complete and depicted piece of fiction meant for reader amusement. All characters portrayed in sexual situations in this story are at least 18 years of age. This work is copyrighted and may not be distributed in any way by any person(s) without the consent of BBeane.
Our Characters:
Becca Billings -- A 38-year-old, 122 pounds, hazel eyed mother of Michael Billings and married to Clark Billings. She is 5 foot 2 with 27-inch waist. With a butt the revivals her sister Brooke. She angel like blonde hair that she keeps long. Usually doesn't cut it until it starts touching her butt or to fix damaged ends. She is a reserved loving woman. She has wine nights with her sister a few times a week. Sometimes they drink entirely too much, as the next morning hangover reminds her.
Michael Billings -- A 5 foot 9 1/2, 158 pounds, son of Becca and Clark Billings. Dishwater blonde hair that's upkept well at his mothers' requests and trips to the barber. Not much into sports but loves gaming. Works out in his garage a few times a week with Andrew and sometimes alone but nothing above average. He stays lean by not eating too much junk food. One day wants a broader build like Andrew, especially in the shoulders. A reluctant young man that is trying to find the confidence to be a man.
Brooke Willet - A 37-year-old, 128 pounds, green eyed divorced mother of Andrew Dillard. She is 5 foot 4 with 28-inch waist and firm yet well rounded behind. She has long and dark brunette hair that sometimes she dyes black or other times blonde highlights in the summer. It's either for the summer sunny days by the pool or her jealousy of her sister Becca's blonde locks. She has a large chest that looks somewhat natural but 100% paid for, twice even. She is a bit of loose cannon. As a small business owner of 6 bars and clubs, she tends to indulge in the drink too much.
Andrew Dillard -- A 5 foot 8, 166 pounds, son of Brooke Willet and Steven Dillard who are no longer married. He hasn't seen his father in over a year now. Short cut brunette hair with a longer slicked back top. A rather guilt free asshole of a guy. He's nice to Michael as his cousin and one of closest and only friends. He has all the uncompassionate nature of a sociopath without the hateful intent. He's played some baseball and soccer but prefers to not be in a structured sport of any kind that requires some type of discipline.
Introduction:
The mother & son camping trip has happened every year since my father Clark and Andrew's dad, Steven, crushed their chances of being included. They only treated it as drunk fests like they were with their buddies at deer camp. Our mothers ostracized them for ruining quality family time. We didn't find out until much later, but once while Andrew and I slept in our tent, our dads got the ladies hammered and pulled a secret wife swap. Mom figured it out while laying on her back once Steven entered her. She was half asleep, but welcomed that her husband wanted her as his midnight snack before bed. She explained it as so different from dad and that she should have known.
She had explained it as he had just finished her business (mom's code for he had just ate her pussy) and she was only too excited to then reward dad's efforts and get this man inside her. Then she noticed the man starting to fuck her had long hair like Steven. This brought her to her senses. She started beating the crap out of him and that ended that. Brooke said she was being taken from behind (on all fours as she put it) when the commotion started. Next thing she knew her midnight lover jumped off her and the tent flap flew open. She threw on shorts and t-shirt to see what was happening in her sister's tent. She wasn't as miffed as mother but that trip came to a quick end. I remember dad didn't stay at the house for almost a week after that trip.
Since then, about the time I turned eight, our moms took on the task of camping alone with Andrew and I. The trips were then named, "The Annual Mom & Son Camping Trip", and we always had tons of fun. This year is a bit different though. Ever since Aunt Brooke mentioned teaching us boys how to date nothing has been the same. We've now made out with our moms and got them in to some precarious situations with our hands all over them. We've even swapped to keep the training experience fresh. My aunt actually gave me my first hand-job last Saturday. Andrew had to settle for his hand up my mom's skirt which she didn't reciprocate.
Andrew and I have never looked at our moms the same. My mother Becca has hated the idea but obliged for a reason unknown to me. Her sister has her wrapped around her finger and maybe I do too. Mom tried to keep her motherly relationship with me and as a result was reluctant during every training session. With that stated, within just hours of her protest, one of us boys would have her hair disheveled, neck hickied, and clothes in disarray from groping.
Despite her attempts to remain just a mother, these women were just delicious looking pieces of ass ready for conquest in our eyes. After a fun night of the ladies drinking wine around the camp fire, Brooke got us all to play a drinking game. One round led to another and mom got blitzed. She'd gone into the tent 30 minutes ago to change in to her bikini for a midnight refreshing swim with the rest of us. She never came out.
Andrew and I have been waiting for the opportunity to get them alone. The time had arrived and I was terribly nervous as usual. Andrew signaled to me. This was it! If he was nervous too, he sure didn't show it. He then called out to Brooke as he entered their tent waiting for her. Brooke and I stood to join our partners.
What could happen next maybe a complete ego crushing failure or what legends are made of.
My aunt stopped me with an arm grab and jarred me from fantasizing about what could happen in the next few hours with mom. Her wine glazed eyes viewed me down then up.
"I want you to do me a favor in there. I'll be blunt with you. You move too slow baby. So, its time. Do not be a pussy, okay? I know that sounds harsh but it's time to be the man you are meant to be."
She ran her fingers down both my shoulders and came to rest on my pecs. Then one of her hands straightened the front of my hair. She eyed me with a caring look and then peeked at mom's and my tent before looking back at me. The tip of her tongue licked her upper lip before she spoke.
"Before we started playing drinking games, I gave your mother a Chill-X pill. At least I slipped a crushed one in her wine. Don't judge me. I did it for you. She was more nervous than a virgin on prom night when I came up with this new sleeping arrangement. Now get in there and make me proud."
"I will, I... I promise."
"I know you will. Tell me the details in the morning over coffee and a Danish. Love you and listen, in case you don't know..."
She dropped one hand to my right ass cheek, pulling me in to her. Her other cupped my junk.
With her face just inches from mine, "God gave you this to please not only yourself but a woman as well. Okay? As a reminder, that's why it feels so amazing to cum. He wants you to do it many times and make many babies someday."
I was half frozen with my arms flared and mouth agape. My right hand barely able to take rest on her shoulder. I'm kind of pathetic that way at times. This woman had just given me a hand job six days ago and I still found it hard to be affectionate and less awkward with her. Her hand slid to my hard-on that was too easy to find. If my cock had a compass, it would be pointing to the North Star.
