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
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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…