September 22, 2025

Acamping We Will Go – Part 3
by
Caliboy1991

I hit the ground running when Gavin and I got home. Monday morning, I was back at my desk, processing title changes and taking taxpayers’ money in exchange for their car tags. It wasn’t a difficult job. I knew most of the people who came in. Of course, a good chunk of the county showed up at Matt’s funeral because they knew him. He’d been the first sheriff’s deputy in the county to die in the line of duty since prohibition. On top of that, he’d been on the football team in high school. And as anyone in any small Texas town can tell you, our true religion is celebrated every Friday night in the Fall in the bleachers of a thousand football stadiums.

I liked my job. It kept me busy during the school year when Gavin was gone most of the day, and nobody bats an eye if I get back fifteen or twenty minutes late every day in the summer when I run home and check on him at lunch. Of course, a clerical job with the county doesn’t pay a whole lot, but after Matt’s life insurance paid up and the drunk driver’s insurance company settled with Matt’s estate, I didn’t need the job. It’s just that I wanted it. It kept me grounded in the community that raised Matt and made him the wonderful man I remembered. I craved the same for Gavin.

I’m not going to say that I forgot Chris and Ethan. No, that image won’t ever go away. But it felt good getting back into my regular routine. While Gavin talked plenty about Scout camp, it was all about the swimming, shooting, and other activities the boys enjoyed during the day. I’d been afraid I’d opened up a door I didn’t want to be opened when I had exposed myself to him that last morning in camp. But like me, Gavin settled back into his routine. I left chores for him to do during the day, although that didn’t keep him from firing up his PlayStation when he finished. Still, by the time Friday rolled around, I breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe Scout camp would be like Las Vegas. What happens there stays there.

That night I’d picked up take-out Chinese food from the only Chinese restaurant within fifty miles. Come to think of it, owned by the only Chinese family in the county. When Gavin saw me carrying those familiar cardboard boxes, he ran and helped me carry the food in from the car.

I’d been on my feet most of the day, so I grabbed my food and said, “Enjoy your General Tso. I’m going to take my food back to my bedroom.”

My shoes came off as soon as I sat down. I hung up my blouse, figuring I could get another day’s use out of it before taking it to the cleaners and threw the torture device women call a bra into the walk-in closet before grabbing one of my loose-fitting T-shirts. I had lots of those. I never got rid of them when I had finally donated most of Matt’s stuff to the Salvation Army. I knew Matt’s smell had long been washed out of them, but wearing them made me feel close to him.

The shirt was still in my hand as I came out of the closet. Gavin stood in the doorway with his food. His eyes were fixed on my exposed breasts. I slipped the shirt on as fast as possible as he stammered, “I, uh, thought I’d, uh, oh, gosh, Mom, I’m sorry.”

I pulled the hem down and said, “It’s alright, Gav.”

I laughed nervously as I added, “Seems you’ve seen more.”

He giggled as his face turned as red as the Chinese chicken he carried. “Maybe. I wanted to see if you minded if I eat with you.”

“No,” I said, “Climb up on the bed and get comfy.”

Gavin didn’t seem to pay me any mind as I removed my skirt and put on an old pair of Matt’s boxers. And when I crawled onto the bed, I sat cross-legged as I opened up my carton and ate.

As I fired up the TV and pulled up Netflix, through a mouthful of noodles, I said, “How was your day?”

Gavin swallowed a bite of chicken before saying, “After I mowed Mrs. McClusky’s yard, I rode my bike to the library, like you asked me to.”

“Did you get any books?”

He nodded, “Yeah. I asked the librarian for some help. She got me one of the Percy Jackson books and an older one called Across Five Aprils. It’s supposed to be about a boy who keeps his family’s farm running during a war.”

“Good. Let me know what you think of them.”

I found a show I’d started a before camp and fired up an episode. I fluffed my pillows and lay against them as the show played, and Gavin ate. When my son finished, he said, “Thanks for letting me eat in here.”

“No problem,” I said. Before camp, I’d been pretty pedantic about eating in our bedrooms. Some of it was just practical. Boys are messy creatures, and if they can manage it, they’ll get crumbs everywhere, attracting ants. Now, though, I just wanted to rest, and if my boy wanted to spend some time with me, I’d enjoy it while it lasts.

Gavin scooted up to head of the bed and said, “If you want, I can go find something to watch in the living room, but…”

I glanced over at my beautiful boy and said, “If you want, but you’re welcome to stay and watch TV with me in here. Once you get the trash put away.”

Gavin laughed as he gathered everything off the bed, “I’ll be back.”

When he came back in, Gavin had one knee on the bed as he said, “Uhm, do you care if I get comfortable?”

Memories from the previous Saturday poured back into my mind. I’d thought I’d successfully locked them away and had hoped Gavin had done likewise. As I looked at him, gazing back at me, his open expression touched my heart, like always, and even though I didn’t know where his request would take things, I said, “Sure, Gav.

He pulled his shirt off and then slipped his shorts off before climbing onto the bed in just his underwear. And for once, his penis was behaving itself. As he settled in next to me, I said, “Your summer camp sleeping attire, I see.”

Gavin smiled and shrugged, “Yeah. I’m getting too big for pajamas. Didn’t Dad sleep in his underwear?”

I smiled at a memory. Most of the time, Matt wore only his briefs to bed, but there were plenty of other times when he’d slept next to me naked. I said, “Yeah, he did.”

When Gavin leaned his head against my shoulder, I put my arm around him and let him rest it against the top of my chest. As the show played on, he murmured, “That’s nice.”

When the show ended, I let it loop to the next episode. Despite my many reservations about the previous week, I loved having my little man resting beside me. I knew it wasn’t the same and could never replace Matt. Still, Gavin lying beside me, filled a space in my life that had been empty too long. I suppose the basis of my feelings was built night after night, sleeping near him in the tent.

In a way, this was a continuation, just better.

By the end of the second episode, Gavin had fallen asleep. I slipped out of bed and watched as he slid over onto his side, still sleeping. I needed a bath and managed to get cleaned up without any interruptions. Later, when I slid back under the covers, I made sure to pull them over Gavin, too.

***

It was dark when I awoke. At first, I was confused. The bed was more comfortable than mine, and then I remembered, I’d been watching TV in Mom’s bed and must have fallen asleep. While it wasn’t the first time I’d fallen asleep in her bed, it was, however, the first time in a very long time that she hadn’t waked me up and sent me back to my own bed. Instead, she snuggled against me, both of us on our sides. Her front pressed against my back and her hand lying across my chest.

While I liked lying beside Mom like this, I couldn’t help but wonder if this was this because of last Saturday? Just thinking about seeing her naked gave me a stiffy.

I moved enough to roll onto my back. Mom’s hand lay on my tummy as I thought about her boobs and the slit between her legs. I wanted more than anything to see her like that. Yeah, even more than getting a chance to hang out with Ethan again. A lot more, I realized as I reached into my underwear and touched my stiffy.

I dozed off for I don’t know how long. But the room was still dark, and Mom was still on her side when I opened my eyes. I must have turned over in my sleep. Now, I was on my side, facing Mom. There were only a few inches between our heads on the pillows we shared. Her arm rested on my right side. I draped my arm over her side and inched forward until my arm rested comfortably.

Mom’s breathing changed, and I closed my eyes, hoping I’d not woke her up. And if I did, hoping she’d not realize I was trying to get even closer to her.

After a long moment, her hand moved and rubbed my back. She whispered, “Gavin?”

I blinked my eyes and tried to sound as sleepy as possible, “Mmm, yeah?”

Sure, it was dark, but not so dark that I couldn’t see her eyes. She looked, I don’t know, I guess, happy. “How’d you sleep, babe?”

Some more sleep would have been nice. But I’d rather be even closer to her. My face lit up and I said, “Pretty good. Thanks for not running me off.”

She giggled, “Yeah. After last week, there doesn’t seem much point in that.”

My smile widened before I leaned forward and gave her a peck on the lips. It seemed only fair, given how she loved kissing me.

In the past, she would pucker up when we’d give each other our mother-son kisses, but other than the last time, there’d never been anything else in the kiss. This time, my lips tingled as she pressed her lips to mine. She even used the hand on my back to pull me closer. Both of us had to straighten our legs as our bodies touched.

And that’s when I felt my stiffy poke against her. It might have been what I’d been hoping for, but I didn’t know what to say. Even with all the fantasies, the idea that my stiffy would brush against Mom had remained that, just a dream, until right then.

Mom’s hand reached between us as she said, “Wonder what could be poking me in my belly.”

I giggled as her hand slid between us, “Dunno,” I managed to say as her fingers touched me through my underwear’s thin cotton.

Mom’s soft laughter made my whole body tingle as she said, “Let me see what I’ve got.”

She reached her hand inside my briefs, and I nearly shouted for joy when she touched my stiffy.

I said, “Holy crap, that feels good!”

Mom tried to push my underwear down, but holding my stiffy and pushing on the elastic was proving to be too difficult for her to manage with one hand as our bodies pressed together. Eventually, I had to help by pushing my underwear down below my knees.

After a couple of minutes rubbing me, Mom rolled me onto my back, and my little pecker pointed toward my chin, all three inches raging to be touched. She straddled me, just below my stiffy as her lips returned to my face. I was enjoying my tentative kiss when I felt her tongue poke against my lips. The only person I’ve ever kissed is Mom. And a tongue in my mouth was a new experience, although one I enjoyed once I got used to it.

When my mouth grew tired, she lowered her head and played with my little boy titties until she made them hard to the touch. It felt delicious as my tummy swirled with butterflies. It didn’t take long for Mom to go lower and tickle my belly button with her tongue. I couldn’t help laughing. It tickled and felt good at the same time.

But what brought my focus back to my body was when she kissed the head of my stiffy. I inhaled sharply at the touch. Mom pulled up, “Are you okay, babe?”

More slowly, I exhaled, “Oh, yeah. That felt good.”

Mom stroked my stiffy with a finger as she said, “Good. If you want, we can stop at any time, alright?”

I nodded, “Okay.”

But as she touched me again, I thought, No fucking way! I wanted to know what Ethan felt when Chris sucked on him. And Mom was about to make it happen.

The butterflies in my tummy felt like they were going to fly away with me when Mom’s lips slid below my head. Now my raging stiffy tingled like when you stick your tongue on a nine-volt battery, but really good.

I jumped a bit when Mom’s lip touched the base of my stiffy. She had all of me in her mouth, and she made me feel really good. It kinda felt like when you put your peter against the thing in the swimming pool that shoots water out of it, only a lot better.

That tingling sense grew as Mom kept on swirling her tongue around my stiffy. As the pressure built, it almost felt like I had to pee. I cried out, “Mom, it feels like I’ve gotta pee!”

She didn’t say anything but just kept on with her tongue on my peter as that pressure gave way. It was like there was a direct connection between my pecker and my brain, and that connection was on fire in the best way I could imagine. And as it fired off, my hips took on a life of their own as I jolted against Mom’s mouth. And my pecker spasmed and twitched in her mouth.

And she kept on sucking until I had no choice but to push her mouth away, “AHHH, it’s so sensitive,” I cried out.

Mom pulled back and gave me a shy smile as she said, “That’s what Ethan felt when his dad gave him a blowjob.”

My mind was reeling as I worked to catch my breath. Once my breathing had returned to normal, I said, “Oh, so that’s what they were talking about.”

***

I realized, as Gavin’s penis spasmed in my mouth, I had crossed a line from which I could never walk back. Still, I held his erection between my lips until his dry orgasm had run its course, and he eventually pulled back when his sensitive penis threatened to overwhelm him.

When Gavin’s eyes came back into focus, I said, “That’s what Ethan felt when his dad gave him a blowjob.”

It was like a lightbulb turning on in his head as he cried out, “Oh, so that’s what they were talking about!”

I moved off Gavin and lay back beside him. I needed to feel guilty. I was as bad as Chris. But if Ethan didn’t seem worse for the experience, why would Gavin? I asked, “What’d you think?”

Gavin rolled onto his side and threw his arms around my neck, “That was freaking awesome! Thanks for showing me.”

I hugged him back. His language was endearing. Matt and I had done our best to keep profanity out of our house. Even after Matt’s passing, I’d held the line. Normally, I’d even call him on the word ‘freaking,’ just because it was a substitute for fuck. But my mouth still tasted of Gavin’s boyhood, dry though his orgasm had been, and busting his chops over the word seemed, I don’t know, perhaps hypocritical.

Fears of Gavin taking this poorly seemed overblown as he lay happily beside me. Turning onto his side, my boy turned and faced me. He yawned as he snuggled closer. I glanced at the clock on my nightstand, and no wonder he yawned. It was half past five. And on a Saturday morning.

Yawns are the ultimate social disease. I was yawning as he said, “Can we do this again?”

What little temptation there was to tell him no evaporated when my leg grazed his penis as we snuggled close. After another yawn, I said, “Sure, babe.”

We both drifted back to sleep.

The End.

Copyright 2020 / Caliboy1991
All rights reserved

Yup! This is it! Caliboy abandoned this one. When someone asked him about continuing it, his reply was:
Maybe at some point. I’ve written myself into a tight spot on the story and until I can figure out how to write my way out of it, it’s on hiatus.
But I’ve got plenty of other sweat romances to pick from here. If you like boy/mom stories. I’d suggest Helpless for the Summer.

Sadly, he never continued…

Acamping We Will Go – Part 2
by
Caliboy1991

Light coming in from the tent’s rolled-up side walls woke me up fairly early. I glanced at Gavin, still asleep on his cot, and couldn’t help but admire my best creation. His T-shirt was pulled up, revealing his flat tummy. At some point during the night, he’s pushed the top of his sleeping bag down, and I could see a hint of his white underwear.

In a few minutes, Gavin would wake up and be moving a mile a minute for the rest of the day, and I wanted to take this brief moment to enjoy his beauty. Like his step-dad, gone now for almost three years, he wore his hair short. Of course, after a night’s sleep, it was messy and unkempt, but that only added to his allure.

His face was baby-smooth. Some of the boys in our troop already had a bit of down growing on their chins or over their lips, nature’s promise of the facial hair they’d soon be able to grow, but Gavin, still a month away from his twelfth birthday, was, I hoped, still years away. I loved gazing at his lovely face.

Some people might look at my boy and say that he’s scrawny or skinny. But to me, he’s like the young sapling, thin and delightful in his growth. I recall being that age and having people say the same things about me. “Elle, the first good breeze that comes along is going to blow you away,” and the like. It’s just one way that Gavin takes after me.

My boy stretched out, tossing one of his hands over his head, hitting the tent flap right behind him as he mumbled, “Is it morning already?”

He kicked his leg, and the sleeping bag slid down a bit, and I could see all of his underwear. True to the calling of most boys his age, his penis tented his underwear. That first morning wood that would typically go down after a good pee. Or, as Matt had once told me, after a good beating off. To the best of my knowledge, Gavin had yet to discover that particular release. But as my eyes roamed over his body, I doubted it required that release just yet.

“Yeah, Gav. How’d you sleep last night?”

Gavin unzipped the sleeping bag and put his feet on the ground. I think he realized his erection because he slid part of the bag over his penis as he said, “Pretty good, I guess.”

As he sat there across from me, his eyes seemed to be doing to me what I’d been doing just a few moments before. I wondered what he was thinking.

After a moment, he found his shorts and put them on, almost managing to hide his morning wood as he slid them over his butt. “I gotta pee. I’ll be right back.”

I’d expected him to head out toward the latrine. Instead, he went out the back flap. I leaned back and peeked out. He’d gone over to a line of trees only a few yards away. After a moment, I saw a yellow ribbon of urine arc against the bark of an old gnarly tree. Before he could turn around, I ducked back inside. The smallest part of me was envious. Because I had to pee something fierce. I found my shorts and, in a few minutes, I walked over to the latrine, stopping by Chris’s tent.

“Chris, you awake?”

He poked his head out, his hair even more disheveled than Gavin’s. “Barely.”

“Can you keep an eye on things? I need to use the restroom.”

After a moment, he came out wearing a pair of boxers and sandals. I thought it was a shame he was gay because he looked hot right then. I wondered if he manscaped his chest. It was smooth, like a swimmer’s body. He smiled as he caught me checking him out, “No problem, Elle. I’ll protect your virtue.”

The latrine was every bit as bad as I’d expected. There were two stainless steel toilets bolted into the concrete pad. Looking down, eight or ten feet below was raw sewage. I couldn’t help wondering how often they got pumped. Probably only once at the end of the camping season.

Still, I had to pee, so I pulled my shorts and underwear down and did my business as quickly as possible. When I practically raced out, Chris had rolled back the flaps on his tent, and I could see Ethan crawling out of his sleeping bag in nothing but his underwear. He was very cute, and at that moment, I couldn’t help wondering if Chris had a particularly special relationship with his boy.

I blinked the thought away as I said, “Thanks.”

Chris said, “Any time.”

Monday saw the boys attending merit badge classes. I was particularly proud of Gavin for trying for his swimming merit badge. Matt had been planning on teaching him how to swim around the time he died, and since then, Gavin hadn’t progressed much past dog-paddling. He also took the rifle shooting merit badge as well as a couple of other badges.

There were things for the scout leaders to do if they wanted. However, a good part of my day was trekking back and forth over that damnable jeep track that led from our campsite to the dining hall or the swimming pool or the various merit badge courses.

By the time dinner was done, you could’ve put a fork in me and called me done. Chris and I walked back to our campsite while the boys ran on ahead. The pool would be open in the evening, and they wanted to get changed and get back.

“What is it? Five more days? God, I hope I can survive until then,” Chris said as his feet kicked up little clouds of dust.

“I want to sleep for a week,” I said.

“How long does the open swim last?”

I fished out a piece of paper on which I’d scribbled the day’s schedule. “Ninety minutes. Just time enough to fall asleep in time for the boys to get back.”

As we reached the camp, the boys were streaming back toward the swimming pool. Chris said, “I’m going to see if I can get a signal and call Clay. After that, I’m getting a shower. If you decide to get one, let me know, and I’ll keep a lookout for the urchins ‘til you’re done.”

I ditched the scout uniform and put on a pair of boxers and an old comfortable T-shirt and tied the flaps open before laying on my cot. I’d just dozed off when I heard Chris call out, “Getting in the shower.”

With the walls rolled up, it was an easy enough thing to lift the slanted canvas roof to see toward the latrine. The last thing I expected was his bare ass walking toward the showers. He must work out because he was both lean and muscular. Unawares, my hand slipped under the waistband of the boxers and slipped under the soft fabric of my panties. I inhaled sharply when my fingers touched my clit.

I pulled my hand away, shocked I did it at all. Why were all the good ones either taken or gay? I decided I’d take Chris up on the offer to keep a lookout and grabbed my things for a shower. When I started over toward the showers, my sense of propriety had returned. I called out, “I’m going to take you up on keeping a lookout. When you’re done, I’ll get my shower.”

Chris waved over the corrugated wall, “Just about done. You can come this way if you want.”

When I reached the showers, he said, “I should warn you, I’ve only got a hand towel. Didn’t know I’d be sharing the shower with the prettiest girl in camp.”

He glanced around the corner. I could see his smooth torso, although the rest of his body was still hidden behind the wall.

I said, “Are you sure you’re not gay, Chris? Keep calling me pretty, and I’m going to start throwing myself at you.”

He laughed, “I just tell the truth. Now, don’t point and make fun of me.”

He came around the corner of the shower, and just as he’d said, he held the hand towel barely covering himself.

I really wanted to jump his bones right then. In his own way, he was as handsome as Matt. And God knows, it has been a very long time since I’ve been with a man.

When I found my voice, I said, “Oh, Chris, you shouldn’t tease a girl. Clay’s a lucky guy.”

I couldn’t believe it; I made him flush. At that moment, the towel slipped out of his hands, and his penis came into view. In the short moment it was exposed, I tried to commit it to memory.

He swore as he bent down to pick it up, “Oh, shit, Elle, I’m so sorry.”

My hand was at my chest, as I admired his body. He’d even taken his manscaping down below the belt. Once the towel was hiding his treasure, I said, “Ah, no problem. Are you sure you’re not straight?”

Keeping the towel in place, his face was flushed bright red, “If I was, what would you do?”

I leaned in against him and felt the towel against my body and whispered, “I’d ask you to fuck me, right here and right now.”

My brain, my mouth, and my body were at war with each other at that moment. I couldn’t believe I’d say something like that to one of the other leaders.

Chris leaned back against the corrugated wall as I took the towel from him. He gave a furtive glance toward the trail before I grabbed his hand and pulled him around the corner, back into the shower.

As I pulled off my shirt, exposing my perky girls to him, he stammered, “Elle, I’m not the guy you want.”

I stepped in against him, pressing my breasts to his chest, and kissed him on the lips. When he barely responded to my kiss, I knew I was pushing too hard, but my body burned, and I felt my wetness between my legs. I pulled back, “Do you and Clay have an open relationship?”

I could see him waver. “We, uh, have an arrangement.”

I reached down and took his swelling cock in my hand and said, “Give me something, Chris, anything. It’s been too long.”

I saw that furtive glance as he stood on his tiptoes and looked over the wall. He wore a look of relief when he came back down, “We’ve got a few minutes, Elle. Please don’t take this the wrong way, but as sexy and desirable as I find you, I’m not interested in sex.”

He was a good six inches, and I held him easily in my hands, “Your mind says no, but your body says yes.”

I felt flustered that he was unwilling to shove that delightful cock in me, but I could see he still had a need. I got down on my knees and took him in my mouth, vowing that if he protested at all, I’d back off and concede defeat.

He cried out, “Ah, Yes. Elle,”

There was no foreplay, no licking his cock and playing with his shaved balls. There was just taking his cock in my mouth as deep as I could take it and then using my tongue and spit to drive him wild. It only took a couple of minutes before his hips were thrusting. I didn’t have long to decide. Did I want to take his seed in my mouth? I took too long, and before I knew it, his dick swelled and spasmed in my mouth, filling it with salty cum.

I took a half dozen shots before spitting it into the drain in the center of the concrete pad. Matt was the only man I’d ever swallowed, and I wasn’t quite ready to give up on that memory of my husband.

Chris leaned against the wall, “Oh, fuck, Elle. That was, ah, really good.”

I handed him back his towel and said, “I hope that doesn’t get you into trouble with Clay. But I needed that.”

His smile was awkward. “I, uh, can understand that. Not sure how Clay would take it. He doesn’t necessarily mind sharing, but he’s all about the sausage.”

I turned on the water and pulled my boxers and panties off, letting Chris see me as I stepped into the water, still warm from the metal pipes that had been sun-drenched all day. I wasn’t ready to apologize for taking advantage of the moment. Even though it wasn’t the sex my body craved, it was still an intimacy my body needed.

I said, “I probably shouldn’t have done that, Chris, but it’s been so long since I’ve had any sexual intimacy that even a blowjob gives me something of what I need.”

He slipped around the corner, but he was still there, “It’s okay. Before I met Clay, he told me he was going through something similar.”

Water cascaded over me, “Are we okay?”

There was a rueful chuckle from the other side of the wall, “Yeah, Elle. I hope you’re not trying to practice your very special version of conversion therapy on me, but yeah, we’re good.”

As I lathered my body, I said, “Chris, thanks for understanding.”

But there was no response. He’d gone back to his tent.

By the time I finished, dried off, and put my clothes back on, I saw Chris. He sat at the picnic table with a book in his hands. When he looked up, there was a flash of a smile and that same rueful chuckle as he waved at me. I wasn’t sure if he was really okay with what I’d done, but he seemed to be taking it in stride.

By the time I had changed clothes, the light was leaving the sky, and the boys would be returning shortly. I had just climbed into my sleeping bag when Chris came over and said, “I was reading in this book about something, do you have a sec?”

“Sure,” I said.

He sat down on Gavin’s cot and shared the passage from the book. By the time the boys dragged their tired butts back from the pool, Chris and I were laughing about what he’d read aloud. It was, I realized, his way of saying that he and I were okay. I didn’t know if anything else would even be possible with him. But we were okay.

Chris tousled Gavin’s wet hair when my boy returned. He got up and said, “Your mom’s a pretty special woman, Gavin. Good night, Elle.”

When Chris had returned to his tent, Gavin said, “I think Chris is pretty cool, Mom. It’s a shame his troop isn’t close to us. If it were, I’d want to transfer.”

I nodded, “Yeah. Chris is alright. You and Ethan seem to be thick as thieves.”

He nodded, “Ethan’s awesome. Did you know he can burp the A-B-Cs?”

I shook my head, “Wow, that’s a real talent.”

He closed the tent flaps and said, “The lifeguards said that if I pass the twenty-five-meter swim test tomorrow, I’ll get blue added to my swimming token.”

He hooked his fingers in his swim trunks as he said, “I can go change by the showers if you want.”

I shook my head, “This is as much your tent as mine, Gav. Just pretend I’m asleep or that I’m not here. I’ll try to ignore you. How’s that?”

Despite the reluctance in his voice as he said, “I guess it’s okay,”

Gavin pulled his swimsuit down before sitting on his cot. He toweled himself off, and as he stood up and hung the swimsuit over the clothesline, he said, “You think I can get by without a shower? Just finished swimming.”

I couldn’t’ help gazing at his body in the low light thrown by the electric lamp overhead. He was several inches short of five feet, and with his narrow hips, I wasn’t sure how he managed to keep his swimsuit on without it sliding off. His penis was soft, too short to hang down properly, it still nestled nicely between his balls that distended slightly from below the base of his penis.

And to me, he was a perfect specimen of what a boy should look like.

“Yeah. If you want.”

I tried to avert my eyes as he slipped on a pair of underwear.

He turned the lamp off and climbed into his sleeping bag. I closed my eyes and tried to go to sleep, but images of Chris’s erection rotated with Gavin’s prepubic flaccid penis in my mind. No matter how I wanted to shut it off, that rotation of images flashed in my mind. When I heard Gavin’s steady breathing, I pulled my panties down and plunged my finger into my wet lips between my legs. Rubbing a finger on my clit brought some relief, but it wasn’t enough. With my other hand, I plunged a couple of fingers as deep into my pussy as I could.

My hands grew tired, but I had to satisfy that itch that burned between my legs. Swapping out my fingers, I kept rubbing as I lost track of time. Finally, my insides felt like they were rushing against a dam, like a roaring river. As I felt the feeling lapping against that dam, my mind saw Chris and Gavin standing before me, both proud of their erections. In that dream-state, I reached out and took both of them in my hands. Those feelings inside me spilled over, and my body shook as my orgasm washed through me.

Sometimes my orgasms slam into me with powerful, earth-shattering power. Other times, like this night, it’s a slow river of pleasure. The end result is mostly the same. When my orgasm faded, I wiped my hands on my underwear before falling asleep.

***

I ran back into camp a few feet ahead of Ethan and found mom laying on her cot with all the tent flaps open. While dinner was still more than an hour away, she had yet to wake up from an afternoon nap. I saw she wore a T-shirt and pair of boxers, and as I ran up to her, I cried out, “Hey, Mom! I did it. I got blue added to my swimming marker!”

As she stirred, it reminded me of what I’d seen when I woke up a couple of days earlier. Tuesday morning, I woke up before Mom. As I stretched, my stiffy rubbed against underwear. With Mom still sleeping, I pushed the top of my sleeping bag down, until just my underwear covered my stiff pecker.

Mom snored as she slept, and I looked over at her. At some point during the night, she threw off the top of her sleeping bag. Her shirt was pulled up, and I could see her belly button. But as my eyes drifted lower, I gasped as I saw her underwear pulled halfway down her thighs. I sat up to get a better view, hoping she would remain asleep. There was enough light filtering through the canvas for me to see her hair and her girl parts.

I wondered why she’d pulled her underwear down and exposed her privates. After a few minutes, she snorted in her sleep, and I took that moment to slide my sandals on and hurry to the latrine, my face red at the embarrassment of seeing my mom so exposed.

That image from a couple of days earlier retreated in my memory as I jumped up and down outside our tent as Ethan pounded me on the back, saying, “Great job, Gav!”

When Mom finally opened her eyes, she said, “That’s good, Gavin. I was starting to get worried now that it’s Friday. But you did it!”

She hugged me and I liked the fluttering in my tummy as I felt her boobs through the thin material of her shirt.

Chris heard us and came out of his tent with a book in his hand. Ethan ran over to him and threw himself on his dad, “You shoulda seen it, Dad. Gavin was the first to finish his twenty-five-meter swim today.”

Watching the casual hug that Ethan’s dad gave him made me feel a bit jealous. I still missed my dad, and watching the two of them give each other hugs reminded me of what I didn’t have.

Maybe Mom picked up on that because she took me into a full hug, wrapping her arms around my neck as she said, “I’m so proud of you, kiddo. You’re my amazing man!”

The fluttering in my belly returned, and I felt better. Mom really loves me so much.

Friday night dinner was a bar-b-que and was officially ‘family night,’ and lots of the campers’ families came out to celebrate the end of camp. Dinner was followed by a big campfire, complete with skits and songs. At the end of the campfire, there was a ceremony for a handful of boys who were nominated to join the Order of the Arrow. None of us boys in the provisional troop were called out, but it was still cool to watch.

Afterward, Jake and Tyler came over with Tyler’s mom in tow. She told my mom that she would help the two of them pack up and head out now instead of waiting for Mom to bring them home on Saturday.

Ethan came over a few minutes later and told me that Darrell and Billy, the other two boys from his troop, were leaving with Darrell’s dad. I turned to Mom and said, “We’re not going to leave yet, are we?”

She put her hand on my back, “No, Gav. Not unless you want to.”

Ethan, happy at the news, said, “Great. Let’s go find my dad.”

We found his dad on the phone, close to the parking lot, where he managed to find a signal. When Ethan and I ran over, Chris said, “Love you, Clay. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

Ethan grabbed his dad around the waist, “Awesome. I was afraid you’d want to go home when Darrell and Billy left.”

Chris hugged Ethan so hard that he lifted my friend off his feet. “Wouldn’t think of it.”

As we walked back to our campsite, Ethan and his dad walked with their arms around each other. They looked really happy.

Mom fell into step beside me and said, “They look good, don’t they?”

I nodded, “Yeah.”

She pulled me into a side hug. “I’m really happy with you, Gav. More than you can imagine.”

I slipped my arm around Mom’s back. “Thanks. I’m so glad you brought me this week. I’ve had so much fun.”

When we got back to camp, Chris started a small fire in the firepit. He said, “Elle, you and Gavin want to burn some graham crackers with us?”

I pulled Mom over to the campfire as she said, “Sure.”

After Ethan and I fixed smores and served them to Mom and Chris, the fire had burned down to coals. Ethan climbed into Chris’s lap while Chris told a couple of ghost stories. As he told us about a murderer who was supposed to haunt the local forest, he helped Ethan take his shirt off and rubbed his hands across my friend’s chest and back.

I leaned in against Mom, and she whispered, “They look like they’re having fun.”

Funny how she knew what I was thinking. When I nodded, she let me sit between her legs as she helped me pull off my shirt. That wonderful fluttering in my tummy returned as she ran her hands over my chest as I leaned back against her.

I knew Ethan’s dad was married to another guy. So, I knew that he was gay. Or, as Ethan liked to say, Chris plays for the other team. Still, when I saw him kiss Ethan’s neck, I wondered what my friend thought of it.

When Chris finished up the stories, it was late. He said, “This was fun. I’ve enjoyed my time with three beautiful people. I’m going to get a shower, and then I’m going to bed.

After getting to her feet, Mom said, “You’re the sweetest guy I know, Chris.”

I felt my jaw drop as she leaned up and kissing him on the cheek. Wow! I didn’t see that coming. She added, “Good night, we’ll see you in the morning.”

When we reached the tent, I heard Ethan ask his dad, “Can I take a shower with you?”

The tent flap closed behind me, and I missed Chris’s answer.

I pulled my shoes and socks off and sat down on the cot as Mom turned on the electric lamp. The last hour or so had been magical. Listening to Chris’s ghost stories and being held by Mom had been the perfect end to a great week.

She’d taken off her scoutmaster’s shirt and hung it up as I got back to my feet and threw my arms around her waist, I said, “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I can’t remember when I’ve had more fun.”

Mom wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me until it almost hurt, “I love you bunches, Gav. I’m glad you enjoyed it so much. Hopefully, the troop will survive, and Carl will get back involved when school starts, but even if it doesn’t, if you want, we can go camping as often as possible. May even see if we can invite Ethan and Chris to go, too.”

When the hug ended, before I sat back on my cot, I pulled my scout shorts down, not even thinking about Mom standing less than a foot away from me. It was only when I sat down that I realized I’d grown so comfortable with her in the tent that being in my underwear didn’t bother or embarrass me.

As she slid her shorts off, she said, “Last night here. If you want to get a shower with Ethan, go on. I think I’ll get mine when you guys are done.”

I’d taken a couple of showers with Ethan over the past week, and to tell the truth, I was slightly intimidated. He was already twelve and a half and his pecker is big, at least compared to mine. He even had some blonde hair growing down there, too. I didn’t like thinking about it, but even though I was just a month away from turning twelve, I felt like a little kid compared to Ethan and the other boys. If I pulled my pecker out as far as I can stretch it, it’s about three inches, but otherwise, it’s not even two. And hair? Yeah, right. I’m as smooth as a baby’s bottom.

Still, Ethan never said anything about it, so I said, “Okay. I’ll be back in a bit.”

I grabbed my towel and flipflops and hurried over to the shower, where I could hear Ethan and Chris. It sounded like they were having fun and cutting up, so I thought I’d get in on the fun. I slipped my flipflops off and snuck over to the shower’s opening. And when I peeked around, I got the shock of my life!

***

I felt funny as I let go of Gavin. I don’t know if it was his boundless affection tonight, but as he walked out of the tent in just his underwear and a towel, I realized I’d felt that way a few times before. Most recently, it had been with Matt. Before that, it had been with Gavin’s biological father. I sucked in a deep breath, surprised to discoverer my feelings for Gavin were about the same as when I first started falling in love with Matt.

It was preposterous. Gavin’s my boy. I held him the day he was born, and I’ve always felt the love for him that every good and decent mom has for her kids. But when I hugged him, my body tingled, and I wanted him to hold me, just like Matt used to. I tried to discount that. He was still just an eleven-year-old boy, and whatever I was feeling couldn’t possibly compare to how in love Matt made me feel.

I pulled the boxer shorts off and lay back on the cot in just the T-shirt and panties. My head had barely touched the pillow when Gavin came back into the tent. He was in only his underwear. His flipflops and towel were nowhere to be seen, and the look on his face was inscrutable.

I sat up, “What’s wrong?”

In a voice no louder than a whisper, he said, “You’re not going to believe what I just saw.”

Lowering my voice, “What’d you see?”

He grabbed at my hand, shaking his head, and repeated, “You’re not going to believe it.”

I followed him into the moonlit night. As we neared the showers, I heard soft laughter coming from the enclosure. I was going to announce our presence when Gavin squeezed my hand and held his finger to his lips. So, tiptoeing over to the opening, I followed my son. Almost like an old cartoon, his head was below mine as we peered around the corner.

Chris was on his knees, sucking Ethan’s dick. Judging by the boy’s reaction, he must have been sucking for a bit because the boy’s head was thrown back, and a look of pure bliss was on his face. When his hips started bucking against Chris’s mouth, the first thing to go through my mind was wondering what the boy tasted like in his dad’s mouth. That was followed by the shock of my life as I realized this gorgeous man who I desperately wished wasn’t gay was giving a twelve-year-old a blowjob.

I knew I should say something or, at the very least, pull Gavin away from the shower right then. But I felt glued in place, fascinated by this illicit act between man and boy. When Chris pulled his mouth away from Ethan’s dick, I felt a moment of sympathy for my son. The boy’s dick was hard and long. Perhaps five inches. I felt dirty at the first bit of moisture between my legs.

Chris pulled Ethan against him as they kissed, like it was the last act they’d ever commit on earth. They were so wrapped up in each other, they had no clue we were watching. Ethan’s erect penis was between Chris’ legs as the boy’s father arched his back and raised himself up on tiptoes.

I bit back a gasp as I realized the boy’s penis was pressing against Chris’ ass. I felt as wet as I’ve ever been as the boy penetrated his dad. I was so floored and horny watching the man I wanted to fuck me being fucked by his young son.

As Chris moved up and down against Ethan’s thrusts, his voice was low and sultry, “I love you, baby boy, fuck me good and hard!”

This went on for a couple of minutes, during which my panties were soaked. Ethan’s hips bucked hard under his dad, even as Chris grabbed his boy’s ass and held him tight.

At that point, Ethan grunted, “Ah, Dad, I love your man pussy.”

The boy shuddered, cumming inside Chris, who held his son tight as the boy rode his orgasm through to completion.

I pulled back and noticed that Gavin was still peeking around. I grabbed his shoulder and moved away. In the moonlight, I noticed my boy’s penis stuck out the opening in the front of his underwear. I collected his flipflops and towel, and we retreated back to our tent.

Gavin must have forgotten about his penis because it was still sticking up through the fly on his briefs. He said, “Oh my God! They were having sex!”

Shaking my head at images I’d never rid myself of if I live to be a hundred, I nervously chuckled, “Yeah. Have to admit, I didn’t see that coming.”

At that point, I nodded toward Gavin’s raging boyhood, “You’re flying at full staff.”

He glanced down, and his face colored as he adjusted it. It didn’t really help, because now his underwear had very noticeable tented. But now that he wasn’t directly exposed, he returned to the scene at the shower. “You’re not going to turn Chris in?”

As a Scoutmaster, even just an assistant, I’ve been through the training the scouts make all adult volunteers go through. I had a duty to report. And the rational part of my brain knew what I’d watched was wrong. Or at least illegal.

The fact that Gavin asked me about what I was going to do was a reminder that even he understood that Chris’s behavior was something normal adults reported to the authorities.

My voice was unsteady, “You know, I’m supposed to.”

The lack of conviction in my voice made me wonder how Chris had affected me over the past week. Perhaps Gavin didn’t hear how little enthused I was at the idea. He said, “Mom, you can’t. Ethan’s my friend, and Chris is his dad. And… and…”

I prodded him, “And?”

In a quiet voice, he said, “They really love each other.”

I leaned over and tousled his hair, “I know. But if someone found out we knew about it…”

He leaned across the space between our cots, “If we don’t say anything, nobody would ever know. Please, Mom, this can be our secret. Please!”

The earnestness of Gavin’s plea touched me. It didn’t hurt that the last thing I wanted to do was get Chris in trouble. Adding to all of that was the troubling feelings toward my son that had come back as we sat opposite each other.

Despite everything we’d just watched and knowing that the legal thing to do was, I couldn’t begin to explain myself as I leaned across the narrow gab and kissed Gavin on the lips. I’d intended for it to be a motherly peck, liked I’d done thousands of times before. But when Gavin’s lips responded, I let the kiss linger until he finally drew back.

He offered a shy, conspiratorial smile, “Our secret.”

After I nodded, he said, “When we first saw them, what was Chris doing to Ethan?”

I was a bit taken aback by the question. I’m no prude, and I figured Gavin had gotten a more thorough sex education in the sixth-grade locker room than he received at home. Of course, the latter had been non-existent.

I asked, “Do you know what a blow job is?”

I could see he wanted to nod, but eventually, he shook his head, “I’ve heard of it, but I don’t really know what it is.”

I pointed toward the tent in his underwear, “It’s when someone sucks on a guy’s penis.”

His eyes grew round, “People do that? Sounds gross.”

I couldn’t help letting a short giggle escape, “Yeah, Gav, people do it. I bet Ethan thought it felt terrific.”

Gavin shifted his erection around in his underwear, thinking about what I’d said. After a long moment, he said, “Did you do that to Dad?”

I felt my face flush. While I wasn’t comfortable admitting everything about the sex I’d had with his step-dad, I was even less comfortable lying to him. “Yeah. Matt really liked it.”

“Do you think I’d like it?” his voice was barely a whisper.

I needed to shut down this line of questioning. I was almost as uncomfortable now as I’d been watching Chris and Ethan. But that earnest expression on Gavin’s face melted my heart. I simply couldn’t bring myself to deflect or lie, even if the question was wildly inappropriate.

No louder than he’d been, I said, “Yeah.”

The flush in his cheeks spread down his neck, all the way to his chest. “Can, uh. Um, will you…”

In my mind, I could hear the end of his sentence, and I was floored. My God! We’d just watch Chris molest his son, and here Gavin was trying to ask me to do the same thing! I really needed to put a lid on this right now, I thought.

His beautiful face, coupled with the feelings stirring inside me, battered against my conscience, lowering my sense of boundaries.

I breathed, “What, sweetie?” What part of me was so depraved that I wanted to hear his question?

He finished, “show me?”

My eyes traveled back to the tent in his pants. I wanted to reach out and touch it, to caress it. Even feel it in my mouth, and yes, in my pussy.

No! my mind screamed. No matter my feelings, I was Gavin’s mom, and I couldn’t do what he asked. I wouldn’t.

Those puppy-dog eyes of his begged, and even though I felt those walls crumbling, I said, “Moms aren’t supposed to do that with their boys, no matter how much they love them.”

Gavin said, “But Ethan and his dad did it. If it’s okay for them, why is it wrong for you to show me?”

I put an arm around his neck, “The world outside this tent says that it was wrong for Chris to do that. Just because we’ve made a promise between the two of us to keep it a secret doesn’t change what would happen to him if others found out.”

I could see his eyes grow sad, “But I’d never tell, and this could be our secret, too.”

I needed this to stop before my last reservoir of will evaporated. He needed to hear a firm no so that we could put this conversation behind us. Instead, I said, “I know, babe.”

I’d never called him ‘babe’ before. That was what I called Matt all the time. It was my special term of endearment for my late husband. The word was out of my mouth before it hit me that I’d called Gavin that. I blinked a couple of times and pushed through what I was trying to say. God, I didn’t want to hurt his feelings. “I still don’t think it would be a good idea here. Maybe later, when you’re a bit older, we can talk about it again.”

I hadn’t convinced him. I could see that in his eyes. But he let the matter drop. I decided against that shower after all, and in a few minutes, we turned the light out and crawled into the sleeping bags. I don’t know if Gavin dozed off right away, but for me, it was a long time before I drifted off into troubled sleep.

The next morning, Gavin was still asleep when I awoke. My eyes were scratchy. I doubt I slept for more than four or five hours. He’d come out of his sleeping bag at some point during the night. I couldn’t blame him. Even though it was still early, it wasn’t cool.

As I gazed down at him, I wondered if his little erection had ever gone away. I could still see the outline of his hard penis through the white cotton. I turned my face away as I felt that familiar moisture down below, and I got up and grabbed my towel. There wasn’t a noise in camp yet, so I hurried over to the shower, hoping the cool water would calm my nerves and dampen my own needs.

A bit later, I wrapped the towel around me and collected my things. I felt more awake and better about the world. Chris came out of his tent wearing a pair of gray boxers, as I started back toward my tent. He looked bleary-eyed. He waved and said, “Good morning, Elle. I can’t believe the week is already over.”

I just watched you molest your boy, was the first thought that popped into my mind. Of course, I was in so much turmoil inside. I knew I’d never say that. A smile formed at my lips, unbidden, as I said, “I know. Gavin had so much fun with Ethan. He’s really going to miss him.”

“I know. Before we get out of here, let’s trade numbers. I’m sure the boys would enjoy a sleepover or another camping trip.”

As I looked Chris over, his firm, smooth body called to me, even if the rest of him was unattainable. “Sure. Gavin would like that.”

I wanted to say more. Not about what I’d seen. That was locked away, a secret between Gavin and me. No, I wanted him to hold me. I wanted him to kiss me, and even though it wasn’t likely to happen, that unattainability only made me long for it all the more.

Chris said, “What about you?”

I ran my hands down the towel wrapped around me and nodded, pushing out of my mind what I’d seen the previous night, “Yeah, Mr. Impossible-To-Get, I’d like it, too.”

He smiled and stepped up to me, our bodies touching, “Don’t get your hopes up, Elle. I’m as gay as can be. Still, I have to admit, having one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever met trying to convert me has been fun.”

He leaned in and kissed me. Before I could melt into his arms, the kiss was over.

He headed toward the latrine, and I went back to my tent, more conflicted than ever. I knew I should be repulsed at what he and Ethan had done. But that simply wasn’t the case. I liked the feel of him next to my body and wanted to know what he felt like in me.

Gavin stirred as I came back into the tent. When he opened his eyes, he smiled up at me, “Good morning. How’s the water?”

I grinned at him, secretly admiring the tent in his underwear, “Cold. But nice. You going to get a shower?”

He shook his head, “I’ll wait until we get home.”

“Can’t say I blame you. I miss the hot water, too,” I said.

He looked up at me as I tried to decide whether to turn away or put my clothes on under the towel. I’ve seen that look before. Even though Gavin was Matt’s step-son, in a lot of ways, the boy’s mannerisms were so similar to Matt’s. It made me wonder how much about us is innate and how much we pick up from those closest to us.

“What?” I said as he still gazed up at me.

He smiled even as he blushed, “I know I’m not supposed to say it, but you’re really sexy.”

I’d expected him to tell me I was pretty or beautiful. Those are things I think it’s entirely appropriate for a boy to tell his mother. A woman wants to know that she’s admired even by her family. But I hadn’t expected him to say I was sexy. Still, though, I liked hearing those words from him. Perhaps even more than I’d enjoyed Chris’ earlier compliment; and I enjoyed that a lot.

I surprised myself when I let the towel fall to the ground.

***

When I woke up, sunlight was filtering through the tent. Mom’s cot was empty. At some point during the night, I must’ve gotten too hot. I was laying on top of my sleeping bag with that morning stiffy I seemed to have all the time.

Even though I had to pee, I didn’t really want to get up yet. That would be an admission that this week was truly over, and if I didn’t have to, I wasn’t going to start that any sooner than I had to.

I’d just closed my eyes again when the tent flap opened, and Mom came in. She just had her towel wrapped around her body. I’m not sure how it managed to, but my stiffy felt even harder as I looked at her.

I stretched as I said, “Good morning, how’s the water?”

We bantered a bit as I thought about last night. As we talked, I became aware that one of the reasons I’d asked her to show me what Chris had done to Ethan was because I knew it involved sex stuff and because my mom was simply the most beautiful woman I knew.

I guess she realized I was staring at her, and she said, “What?”

Busted! I thought. I should’ve just told her it was nothing and look away. But maybe if she could see what I saw, she’d change her mind.

I stammered, “I know I’m not supposed to say it, but you’re really sexy.”

There! I put it out there. I could’ve told her how I loved her, but she already knows that. I’m her son, of course, I love her. No, she wasn’t merely beautiful; I didn’t just love her. No, she was the sexiest person in my whole world, and she deserved to know it.

You can’t imagine my surprise when the towel fell to the ground, and I saw every inch of her naked. This wasn’t like Sunday night when she’d come back from the shower. No, this was on purpose. Her boobs didn’t hang down. To my way of thinking, they defied gravity. My gaze traveled down until I saw her hair that came from between her legs. It wasn’t thick or all black. Just a tuft of reddish-brown hair running upwards for a couple of inches. I could see she was still wet from her shower; there was a bit of water glistening at the top of her slit, matted on her short, curly hair.

“Wow,” I finally managed to say.

She leaned toward me and whispered, “Hearing you say those words makes me feel sexy, Gav. Thanks for making me feel that way again.”

She kissed me on the lips, but it was over before my brain could figure out what to do. And she got dressed, ending the best show I’d ever seen.

Soon enough, a camp truck came down and collected our gear. The advantage of waiting until Saturday is that we didn’t have to haul our equipment back to the parking lot. But we still had to hike back up there.

When we got to our car, Ethan came over and gave me a big hug, squeezing me around the back, “Gonna miss you, Gavin. Dad’s got your mom’s number. Maybe we can get together soon.”

I squeezed back. After all, that’s what you’re supposed to do. Right? Then, when nobody else was looking, he leaned back in and gave me a quick kiss. Mom and Chris were sharing a hug, and they’d missed it. Uncertain what to say or how to respond, I just grinned back at him and said, “hopefully, I’ll see you soon.”

A few minutes later, Mom and I and our equipment were driving home. As we turned onto the highway, I flipped on the AC and enjoyed ice-cold air for the first time in a week.

Continued in Part 3

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Acamping We Will Go – Part 1
by
Caliboy1991

Chapter 1

“Looks like they put us on the ass-end of the camp,” Chris said as he put his backpack and cot down next to mine.

I couldn’t have agreed with him more as I sat down on at the lone picnic table in our campsite. I was tired from the long walk from the camp registration in the dining hall. A quarter of a freaking mile, at least three times a day. God knows I’ll get my exercise this week.

I said, “I think we’ve been snookered, Chris. This doesn’t look anything like the pictures from the website.”

Chris’s laugh was warm, friendly, and dare I even think it, a bit effeminate. “I know. Some of the sites along the way were certainly nice enough. I guess this is where they stick the provisional troop.”

I suppose it could be worse. A couple of yards away from the table was a sizeable iron-rimming fire pit, suitable for roasting hotdogs and fixing smores. There were a few tents north of the fire pit and a few more south of it where we’d call home for the next six days. Beyond the firepit and the tents was an old latrine. It looked like something built forty years ago. Now, it’s not like the camp made you use them. There were modern showers and toilets near the dining hall. I’d already checked out the women’s bathroom and showers and found them to be adequate, if barely.

But a quarter-mile hike every time I wanted to piss or poop? I wasn’t sure which I liked less; the idea of the hike back or the primitive look of the facilities in our campsite.”

As several of the boys raced toward the latrine, I shook my head, “Being provisional kinda sucks.”

Chris laughed, “No kidding. We made our reservation before Christmas, but when our Scoutmaster had a heart attack, the troop was forced to cancel. Still, my son and a couple of other boys wanted to come, so I got us on the provisional list.”

I knew that score. “We’ve been struggling since we formed our troop at the beginning of the school year. You know the routine,” I made my voice sound as deep as I could, “We can’t have Scouting without volunteers, so who wants to help their son and join?’ They were close to giving up when Gavin wore me down, and I became the second leader.”

I nodded toward my son, who was crossing his legs in that universal signal of needing to pee, waiting for one of the other boys to get finished in the latrine. His auburn hair, the same color as mine, was plastered to his forehead, and he was shorter than the other boys, although not by much. His birthday was later in the summer, and he’d be twelve then. I hoped he’d finally hit the growth spurt that most of the other boys seemed to have found.

Chris pulled his phone out and, after looking at it, grumbled, “Service sucks. I had hoped to call Glenn and tell him we’d made it. How’d you get roped into being one of the provisional troop’s scoutmasters? Not many women are interested in spending a week in this god-awful heat.”

I shook my head and laughed. “Carl, our Scoutmaster, couldn’t get off from work at the mill. Not sure he tried very hard, though. His grandson was the only reason he volunteered, and well, Brayden isn’t here, so Carl didn’t come either. Gavin wouldn’t stop bugging me about it, so after finding out about the provisional troop, we signed up anyway. It’s just me, Gavin, and those two hell-raisers over there,” I pointed to where two boys were setting up their cots in one of the wall-tents.

Two other boys from Chris’s troop were dragging their backpacks over to one of the other tents on that side of the firepit. The last boy from Chris’s troop came out of the latrine and ran over to him, sweat pouring down his face from his curly blonde hair. He was at that stage of boyhood, where puberty only hinted at its arrival. He stood a bit over five feet, and his cheeks were rosy, either from the heat or from that stage of development that defines early adolescence.

He seemed friendly enough, and I thought Gavin would enjoy bunking up with him.

The boy sidled up to Chris, “Dad, can we take that tent,” he pointed to one of the tents north of the firepit, closest to the latrine.”

“Sure, Ethan. I’ll be over that way in a moment.”

He shot me an apologetic smile, “Uh, I know we’ve got six boys in camp. And you probably thought your son could bunk up with one of the other boys. Uh, I promised Ethan that he could tent with me.”

The Scouts were a bit paranoid about having at least two adults at each campsite, and while the boys weren’t supposed to share tents with adults, there was always an exception for parents and their children.

There was nothing I could say about it. I really couldn’t blame Ethan for wanting to be with his dad. But it created an issue and one that I needed to figure out as I saw Gavin coming from the latrine with a look of relief on his face.

He saw Ethan and Chris putting their things in their tent, and as he came over to me, he said, “I thought me and Ethan would be camping together.”

At that age, boys are quick to befriend each other, and since they’d met at the registration table, Gavin and Chris’s son had been chatterboxes.

I tousled his damp, sweaty hair, “I guess he and his dad made other plans, Gav.”

I pointed to the tent two over from where Chris and his son were setting up and said, “I think I’m going to take that one. You can share with me if you want, or you can have a tent all to yourself right next to Ethan’s.”

I helped Gavin take his backpack and cot to the tent between mine and Chris’s and then got my stuff into my tent. I was running a bit of twine from one tent pole to the other to make a clothing line when Gavin lugged his backpack over and said, “I don’t wanna be by myself, Mom.”

A few minutes later, we moved the rest of his stuff into my tent and soon had both cots set up. As we rolled up the tent’s side-walls, a battered golf cart came into the site. I recognized the camp director as he slowed the cart to a crawl.

He said, “Swim tests start in thirty minutes. Bring your physicals and come on down to the pool then.”

Without waiting for a response, the cart puttered away, kicking up a cloud of red dirt behind it. I had just finished tying back one of the front tent flaps. I undid it and let it fall back into place, “I’ll let you change first, Gav.”

He poked his head out the flaps and said, “Alright. I’ll be quick.”

All of the boys wore shirts along with their swimming trunks. The hot sun would burn them just as quickly as give them a tan. I traded places with Gavin and fished my one-piece blue swimsuit from the pack. As I stripped off my panties, I heard Chris say, “Gabe, get your ass back over to the table.”

The offending boy said, “But Chris, I wasn’t going near Ms. Wilson’s tent. I swear!”

I chuckled as I stepped into the suit. Boys will be boys. They were all within a year or two of Gavin, so I took it as innocent curiosity.

After pulling on an old T-shirt, I rolled up the flaps on the tent to let in as much breeze as possible before Chris and I corralled the boys and started the long walk toward the pool.

***

That evening, after we’d trudged back to our campsite in the dark, I grabbed some water from the five-gallon water cooler provided by the camp and sat at the picnic table. Chris sat beside me as the boys prepared for bed.

He said, “I hope Ethen enjoys this. By the time I’m done, my legs are going to be little stubs. Next year, I’m going to take him to Disneyland. Anything but Scout camp.”

I smiled at him as his phone rang. He gasped, theatrical like, “Sweet baby Jesus! I’ve got a bar!”

When he answered, I tried not to listen to his call. But he was hard to ignore, sitting next to me as he said, “Yeah, Ethan misses you too, Clay. Yes, I’ll make sure to give him a kiss from you. Alright, I love you, too.”

After he made a kissing noise at the phone and disconnected the call, he glanced over at me and gave me a coy smile.

I didn’t know what to make of it. It’s two thousand and twenty, so it’s not like the Scouts have a problem with a gay scoutmaster or anything like that. Hell, they’re hard-up enough for volunteers as it is, they don’t turn very many away these days. I said, “When’d you adopt Ethan?”

He leaned forward as he said, “About eight years ago. Clay had adopted Ethan before his wife died from cancer. Of course, that was before he came out.”

A couple of boys had towels around their necks as they walked over to the latrine. The toilets were on one end of a long ribbon of cement while showers were on the other. A corrugated metal wall ran around three sides of the shower pad, from about six inches above the concrete to a height of six feet. The opening faced away from the camp toward a tangled thicket of mesquite brush and thorns a few yards away. A couple of metal pipes rose from the concrete pad, making sharp turns once they rose above the shower walls before spraying a mist of cold water on whoever was brave enough to risk the primitive set up.

Chris said, “After today, I think I’m going to get a shower after the boys finish up.”

I knew there was no way I would hike back to the ladies’ shower, not this late. But I wasn’t sold on using this one, either. “Tell me how it goes. I can’t believe they’re still using these in Scout camps.”

Chris chuckled, “Most of the campsites are better than this one. I wonder if they over-booked camp and put us in this one because it was all they had left.”

When the two boys finished, we saw their flashlight as they came out of the shower. It was too dark for them to see Chris and me at the table. And had it not been for the flashlight, we’d have not noticed that both boys were walking back to their tent with their towels draped over their shoulders and nothing else on but some flipflops.

I could see Chris about to say something. I put my hand on his arm and whispered, “No, they don’t have a clue we’re sitting there. They’re boys at camp. There’s no harm in that.”

“Alright. But I don’t want them strolling around camp with nothing on but a smile, letting their little dicks swing between their legs because they want to impress the beautiful lady Scoutmaster.”

Knowing Chris was gay, I was a bit taken aback by the compliment. I knew I was good looking, if short, petite women are your thing. I’m not blind, and I’m not given over to false modesty. But the truth is, I’d not given a second thought to any other man in the time since Matt died.

I smiled at him in the darkness. We were close enough for us to see each other’s features. “I didn’t think you’d notice.”

He leaned in against me, “Girl, I’m gay, not dead. You may not be my type, but if I were straight, I’d be so envious of Gavin, sleeping right next to a beautiful woman.”

We talked for a bit longer, each of us sharing how we’d come to this point in our lives. Eventually, as the lights in the tents went out, Chris said, “When I’m done with my shower, if you want, I’ll keep an eye on the boys, make sure they leave you alone. Unless you want to walk back to the women’s showers.”

I sniffed my shirt and could smell my sour sweat. “Are you trying to tell me I stink?”

Chris got up and said, “Those are your words, not mine.”

I got up and said, “Thanks. Let me know when you’re done. I’ll take you up on that.”

A bit later, I stood under the cold water, washing to sweat and dust from my tired body. It felt weird standing, exposed to the pitch-black woods less than twenty feet away. I’d seen the area in the daylight; I knew nobody could spy from over there, not without risking a trip to the emergency room. But that didn’t make the weirdness go away even as I scrubbed my short hair or my naked body.

It felt all the weirder, walking back to my tent wrapped in just a towel and wearing sandals.

While the wall flaps remained up, giving us a nice cross breeze, the end-flaps were closed, affording me some privacy. Gavin was asleep already. His steady breathing music to my ears. I took off the towel and draped it over the clothesline I’d put up earlier. Seeing Gavin’s sleeping features as I stood in the middle of the tent, naked as the day I was born, felt more than just a little weird. It felt forbidden. As I pulled on a pair of panties, I was a bit disturbed about how I felt a bit turned on by my own nudity.

Once I put a shirt on and climbed into my sleeping bag and closed my eyes, the last thoughts I had were of Gavin opening his eyes and seeing me exposed.

***

When I received a flyer at school announcing that there was going to be a Boy Scout troop in our small town, I was excited and waved the flyer around in my mom’s face when I got home. I guess I annoyed her enough that she agreed to take me to the meeting.

While I played outside with the other kids, the adults met inside, and before I knew it, Mom had volunteered, and she was one of the scout leaders. I thought that was pretty cool, even though I didn’t want the other boys to think that. After all, Scouting is about hiking and camping and doing fun stuff outdoors with other boys and the men leading the troop.

If my dad were still alive, I know that he’d have been an awesome Scoutmaster. But he died a few years before, when he was hit and killed by some drunk guy when he’d been writing someone a speeding ticket on the side of the road.

Still, Mom was a lot of fun to be around, although, as I said earlier, I’d not admit it to the guys. She was young, a lot younger than some of my friends’ moms. I guess that’s what comes from having me when she was still in high school.

The first six months was a lot of fun, as we earned advancements and merit badges. But around spring break, my friend Brayden got a girlfriend and stopped coming as often. Well, his granddad was the Scoutmaster, and that kinda made things difficult because sometimes the meetings would fall on Mom to put them together.

In the middle of all that, we got some stuff in the mail about summer camp. I pestered Mom until she agreed to look at it. When she found out that a couple of the other boys in the troop were really interested in going to camp, she made some phone calls and got us registered.

When we got to camp, because there was just my mom, as the Scoutmaster, and me, Jake and Tyler, they put us in a provisional troop with another group that only had one Scoutmaster. That’s when I met Ethan. He’s the coolest kid. He’s going to be in the seventh grade, too, in the fall. Because the other boys all seemed like they were going to partner up with each other, I just assumed that Ethan and me would too. I was shocked when we got to the campsite to learn that he wanted to share his dad’s tent.

One of the reasons I love my mom is that she’s thoughtful. She offered to let me have the tent between hers and Ethan’s, but when I got in there, I felt so alone. I couldn’t bear the idea of spending an entire week by myself in that tent. But when I came over to her tent, she made a spot for me and helped me set my cot up and unpack for the week.

The rest of the day was full of activities. We took a swim test, and the lifeguards colored my swim token red, which meant that I could swim in the shallow end. I was disappointed because Ethan’s token was colored red and blue so that he could swim in the deep end, too. Before supper at the chow hall, we sang some silly songs before they lowered the flag for the day. They even had a big bonfire that evening, and it was pretty late by the time we got back to our campsite.

Some of the boys got showers, but I was tired, so I got undressed while Mom was outside talking to Ethan’s dad, and went to sleep.

I woke up when I heard a noise, and when I opened my eyes, I saw my mom coming back in from the shower. From the moonlight shining through the opening, I could see she only had a towel wrapped around her. I didn’t want her to get uncomfortable with me, so I pretended to be asleep. She turned on an electrical lamp hanging down from the center beam. I don’t know what I expected next, but when she took her towel off, that’s not what I expected.

My friends had always told me my mom was sexy, but I’d never thought of her like that. She was my mom, after all. But when that towel came off, my eyes, mostly-closed, saw all of her woman parts. Unlike some of my friends’ moms, who I’d seen in their swimming suits, Mom’s boobs didn’t sag. They were smallish and perky. And the prettiest things I’d ever seen at that moment. I’ve seen pictures of naked women online, so when I looked down at the slit between her legs, I’d expected a lot of hair, like those pictures showed. Instead, she had a small patch of short, curly brown hair running from her slit up a few inches. And that was all.

Over the past couple of months before summer camp, my pecker had been getting hard at inconvenient times. And right then, with my mom in all her naked beauty, my pecker poked against my underwear.

I know I should have slammed my eyes shut. But my mom looked absolutely gorgeous. Now I understood what my friends had been talking about.

The moment passed, though. She slipped into a pair of panties and put a T-shirt over those beautiful, perky boobs before she turned the lamp off, throwing the tent back into darkness.

She crawled into her sleeping bag, and before long, she was asleep. But whenever I closed my eyes, those stunning boobs filled my mind. I couldn’t resist, and my hand slipped down to my pecker, where I played with it until it felt good. A few minutes later, I turned onto my side, and I fell asleep.

Continued in Part 2

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