Author's note: This is more experimentation for me. This means that while this is a mom/son story, there is a non-erotic story happening in there too. Therefore, this mom and son camping trip will be quite different from others you may have read. If you read either versions of part one you'll know the main character went through quite a life-changing traumatic ordeal. Part one served to set up a sequel. A year after the events of part one, Trina has decided to take her son on a camping trip. The criminals that ruin it will regret crossing paths with this vixen of vengeance and her son.
Edited by: Todger65
Policewomen 2: Trina and Son
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Chapter 1 - The Arrival
"Yes I think that'll do it," Trina said, sitting the last of the miscellaneous camping supplies on the counter.
The cashier sorted and scanned the trail mix, flashlight, bottled water, and lighter – items Trina and her son forgot to pack for their four night camping trip in the mountains near Ashville, North Carolina.
The cashier glanced at Trina's chest, covered by a white tank top, then quickly away to avoid getting caught.
She paid for the items and left, putting them in one of the backpacks her rented horse, Daisy, was carrying, and then mounted her. Daisy's son, Dale was nearby, with Trina's son, Richie already mounted up. The human mother and son tapped the horses with their heels. The horse mother and son trotted off carrying their riders.
The cashier was focused on Trina's ass, her small, tight, cargo shorts, showing it off perfectly, her long legs on display too.
He heard mouth breathing, over his shoulder, followed by a toxic odor. He winced, knowing the source of the stench – his coworker's bad breath.
"Roger," the cashier said, stepping away from him. Roger was the 30-year-old stock "boy" of the general and outdoor equipment store, near a few of the wilderness preserves and state parks. He was also laser focused on Trina while she rode away.
"Call Derrick. We may have some trespassers," the cashier ordered.
"Uh what's his number again?" Roger asked.
"Fucking moron," The cashier thought. "Nevermind. I'll do it," he told Roger.
"Oh, huh huh, ok," Roger chuckled, returning to the back room, to take his sweet time on unpacking a couple boxes.
"Derrick, hey. Yeah. Listen, I think we may have some campers to deal with. I know Shaun will be in this weekend, he won't like that. Ok, sure. We'll search near the lake for any campfires," the cashier spoke on the phone.
"It's a woman and a younger guy. Yep. What should we do if we find them?" there was a long pause on the phone. The cashier grinned, "Good idea. We'll leave no traces."
He hung up the phone, watching Trina and her son head up the gravel road into the mountains, rounding a curve, losing sight of them.
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Trina smiled to herself, knowing she was being watched. Richie was behind her on his horse and Trina hoped her son's eyes were on her ass. She didn't care. She wanted him to do it.
She repeated a line from a movie her and Richie watched last year. It was one of his favorite movies, one he had seen many times before, but on that night she snuggled up to him on the couch and watched with him.
"Whatever doesn't kill you, simply makes you stranger."
Trina, a former Miami police officer, survived traumatic, horrific events, and was stranger indeed. Lying in her hospital bed, Richie crying by her side, he confessed something Trina already suspected – he had been spying with her, even watching her, hidden, have sex with a friend.
Perhaps it was a combination of surviving the ordeal and realizing her son was more important than anything or realizing they were both adults, with adult needs and desires. Either way, traumatic events changed her, made her strange in most normal people's eyes.
Richie promised that day in the hospital to never spy on her again. To Trina's knowledge he kept his word. After her release, the strangeness kicked in. She wanted him to spy on her.
Trina would change clothes in front of him, carry on innocent conversations with him while sitting in a warm bath; late at night she would masturbate wondering if she was providing her son with a good show. She saw or heard no evidence of him watching her. Her changed, strange mind was disappointed by this.
When an opportunity for a new job in Asheville, North Carolina presented itself, Trina took it. She applied, going through the extensive application process most police departments have. She made it through every round, scoring second place in the physical fitness test, besting several former Marines, barely lagging behind the first place position. She did fine on the written test, and interviews. Her accuracy and precision with a firearm was up there with the top three applicants. The only issue Trina was concerned about was her background check. Luckily her job performance in Miami was top notch – no internal complaints, no complaints from coworkers or people on her patrol route.
The small department she applied to, seemed to have no issue with her abduction experience from the previous year, thinking of her as being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Here she was, Trina and her son, on a nice camping trip one week before she started her new patrol route in Asheville. She and Richie organized the move, he transferred credits to a new community college, and Trina decided to take him camping. She rented horses and found a great spot. It was remote, but as far she knew, off trail camping wasn't prohibited here.
"I hope you like the view," She thought to herself, her ass slightly bouncing up and down as Daisy trotted a little faster up the mountain road.
Chapter 2 – Camp
Reaching the end of the gravel road, they headed onto a trail through a field. It was very hot and humid out – something Trina was counting on. She packed hardly any clothes, knowing she'd remove her tank top and would walk around in her black sports bra, giving Richie a show once they reached the camp site. Trina even wondered if she'd sneak off the lake she was told about and have a nice bath. Perhaps Richie would follow her, watch her, stroking himself.
"Whoa," Trina stopped her thoughts from heading there. "Have I really become that strange?" She asked herself, smiling at Richie over her shoulder.
He smiled back, his sweet face, giving her so much joy over the years – even if he was a voyeur. Trina wondered if Richie ever masturbated to her, maybe he did that night he watched her have sex. She didn't know for sure. The strangeness of her thoughts continued as they made their way down the trail through the field, the tree line in the distance.
She spoke to her son in her mind. "I'll be wearing my underwear in the tent. Will that make you hard?" Trina glanced back at Richie and Dale.
"Maybe you should jack off. Maybe I'd be the one to spy on you this time," Trina chuckled to herself. "Stop," she spoke out loud to Daisy, pulling the reigns back.
Daisy wasn't a very friendly mare, but she obeyed. Dale and Richie pulled up next to them. "Hey. Everything ok?" Richie asked, Dale sniffing at Trina's hand.
"Just taking in the view. It's nice here, isn't it?"
"Yeah. Hot though," Richie wiped his forehead.
"Yep. It'll be cooler tonight though."
"I hope so, geez," Richie sighed.
"If it gets chilly, you'll keep me warm?"
"Sure, mom. I'd love to," Richie nervously answered.
