Riding the pipeline

All characters are 16 or older and all sex is consensual.

Also don’t steal my story that wouldn’t be cool.

Riding the Pipeline

I think I’m going to scream, if he says over the next hill one more time!

I’m Katherine Holman. My son Brad wanted to take a long ATV ride and camp out overnight, so we are riding the pipeline in southeast Missouri to a remote campground near Van Buren MO. We ride the gas & power lines which are great trails. We have to connect to some county roads once in a while.

We’ve been on these ATVS for 6 hours and my 49 year old body is worn out. I’ve been watching my son’s shirtless back all day and I’m dusty and ready for a shower.

“How much farther!! I yell for the hundredth time pulling up next to Brad.

Chuckling, Brad responds “we’re there. We take this county road about a mile.”

“We need to hurry, I have to pee and I need a shower. It also looks like rain’s coming.” I say looking to the west.

“Yeah, OK.” Brad says taking off.

Pulling into the campground I’m quite disappointed. It consists only of a large open grass area with a small restroom facility. This is definitely a roughing it campground.

“There’s the bathroom and the showers are on the side of the building.” My son says, pointing to the outside of the building where there are a couple of shower heads.

“The showers are outside Brad, did you know that?” I yelled at him, none too pleased.

“Yeah, they are mainly for washing off, kinda like at the beach. Just wear your shorts.”

“I didn’t bring any shorts, it’s the middle of april you goof ball.”

Brad’s smirked a little. “Well I won’t look, I’m going to go up to the far side on that hill and start camp. Take your time” he says driving off.

Watching Brad ride off leaving me frustrated, I feel like so many of his girlfriends over the years that left our house crying or mad. I would ask Brad what was wrong with her and I would never get a straight answer from him. It was always “Oh she can’t take a joke, or she doesn’t have a sense of humor.” He was never upset, girls flocked to him.

I am so proud of Brad. He is the Alpha male in any group. Outside the house Brads’ always been a partier and generally raising hell.

Brad is a surveyor and just moved out of the house last year. I don’t get to spend much time with him anymore. He asked me on this trip and I jumped on it without thinking about how hard it was going to be.

As I stand in the campground looking around, there’s not a soul here. I know we are a few miles from the nearest country store as well. Getting up my nerve, I pee and start stripping in the restroom and wrap my towel around me. Looking down I just remembered my bald coochie. I still wax regularly. I don’t know why though, I haven’t had sex in a year.

Heading to the shower I prolong the inevitable by getting the water just… right. Looking at Brad, he is at least 200 yards away and working on putting the tent up.

I finally throw the towel to the side and stand under the water with my back to Brad soaking my left side, trying to conceal as much as possible.

God! My ass feels like a giant flashing neon sign..

I quickly realize it’s going to take a lot of turning and rubbing. The combination of dirt and weak water pressure is creating quite a task. It takes forever to soak my long black hair. Well, black and gray now and not as long as I liked. Age has forced me to cut it shoulder length, but I’m still proud of it.

Tilting my head over is not getting the job done and I finally face the wall and bend into the water. I’ve always been well aware of my large breasts however with them exposed and dangling in broad daylight they have gained immense proportions in my mind.

This is quite unnerving. Stark naked in a public park is not remotely in my personality.

All I can think about is if someone turned into the campground there is no way I could hide before they would see me.

I can feel my hair is thoroughly soaked as I smooth it down pushing the water out. I turn my back to the wall and tilt my head back under the water, my right side facing Brad.

God what a sight I probably am, outlined like this. Maybe he won’t look, he’s pretty busy. Yeah right, he’s a guy and he’s Brad. He’s looking.

I tried not to rub my body, but shit! That’s what you do in a shower. I had parked the 4 wheeler directly in front of the line of sight to camp but I don’t know if it blocked any of the view or not.

Maybe he can’t see from my waist down anyway. To hell with it.

With my humiliation complete and this drizzling shower, I start rubbing with the bar of soap trying to look workman like and not Bo Derek. I wash my arms and run my hands over my breasts quickly, down my legs and back up. Fully soaped, I turn rapidly letting the water hit all sides as I rubbed briskly.

I have no idea what Brad is probably thinking if he’s looking at me. I remember my dad used to say I was built like a brick shithouse when I was growing up. I was always confused whether this was a compliment.

Todays’ girls are called thick, at least that’s what Brad and his buddies called girls they went to school with, that were similar in appearance to me.

My breasts are very well rounded, with little age showing. My light brown and large meaty nipples point down a little but they always have. I am proud of my body today, aging has been kind to me.

My entire life I have been self- conscious of my appearance. A 5’2” frame with 44 DD breasts and nice thick athletic legs that lead to a proportionately sized rear end, have always caused overt stares that to this day, cause me to blush.

Although wrinkles are appearing on my face, it doesn’t matter. Guys have never invested much time in it. I consider myself pretty, apply make up and keep my hair attractive to no avail. Men being men, are still drawn to my tits and ass.

With all the soap off and feeling clean, I don’t waste time trying to dry off. Slipping my t-shirt and flip flops on, I realize I’m going to be riding to camp bare assed. This ought to be interesting.

“Whew!! That felt good!” I yelled as I dismounted gracefully, trying to make light of the awkward shower scene.

“I bet!” Brad said without turning around, trying to finalize the tent.

“I’m going to go down and shower before it starts raining. Why don’t you make us something to eat. “

“OK’ just sandwiches I guess.”

“Yeah that cool.”

Busying myself making sandwiches I realized how freeing it feels moving around outside almost naked. Quite risqué for me, I’m starting to enjoy the naughtiness of it.

Squatting at the cooler, my shirt rides up over my ass and I know my pussy could be seen if anyone were here. I stay squatted in front of the cooler using it for a table when I could have stood up, but it felt kinky with my pussy flexed open catching some breeze.

Looking down the hill I see Brad under the shower and as he turns I can see his cock sticking straight out.

He’s either got a half hard on or he inherited my breasts gene.

This is the first time I’ve ever seen him naked since he was an adult. We aren’t one of those “free” families in the house. We close the doors.

I know for a fact Brad ogled me now, because I keep glancing uncontrollably at him.

Shit, he saw everything. Probably even saw my bald coochie.

His dick is really sticking out. I wonder if it’s like those car mirrors, objects in mirror are closer than the appear. I think giggling.

I discretely run my finger to my middle aged pussy. I know it’s going to be wet before I even touch it. My compression pants created a camel toe that teased me all day.

Fingering my pussy while I watch my son shower;   My god what a perv I am. My pussy is so wet!

Seeing that Brad is finishing up I quickly suck my finger clean and start move the cooler in the tent trying to look busy when he arrives.

Brad’s s built like a brick shit house just like me. He’s 5’11” about 220 and all muscle. Broad shoulders and chest. He never lifted weights and didn’t need to. His muscles are natural and he has always known how to use them.

We better move inside, Brad says getting off as the rain drops start falling.

“Yeah that ‘s what I was thinking.”

“Let me show you a trick” Brad says and proceeds to take off our 4 wheeler seats and takes them in the tent.

“They make decent seats and pillows.”

“Good idea” I said looking at the seat on the ground trying to figure out how I was going to navigate it with my sleep shirt. I finally sit on it side ways and stick my legs straight out and cross them at the ankles, pulling my shirt down.

Chuckling, Brad comments quietly, “I’ve already seen most everything mom.”

“You looked! you little perv.” I said covering my red face, “ that’s so embarrassing!”

“You looked too” brad says.

“I did not!” But not very convincing and Brad lets it go.

“I only brought those compression pants and I don’t wear panties with them” I offer as an excuse to the situation.

Brad pops us some beers, saying at the same time “ I tell you what, lets just get a little drunk and forget it.” he says handing me a beer and pulling a bottle of jack out of the cooler.

“Sounds good to me.” I said taking a big swig, looking for any distraction.

Brad takes a swig of jack and hands it to me, “Here, this will wipe your hard drive.”

“What?” I say ,not understanding as I take the bottle.

Brad smiles a little, “it will take your mind off it” he explains.

“Oh, now I get it,” taking a little swig.

“I can’t remember the last time I drank this stuff.”

“Take another one. The first one just greases the skids.”

“What’s that?”

“Never mind just take another drink” Brad says.

I take a bigger drink and this one didn’t burn as much. We ate and drank for an hour or so and brad was right, I was feeling a lot more relaxed.

I was still trying to keep my paper thin sleep shirt over my pussy but it was not possible at all times. Occasionally I would look down and my shirt would be outlining my breasts. My large nipples indenting it. Then I would tug it back down over my knees.

Up, down, up down, Jeez this is ridiculous.

At least it was dark now, I don’t think that tent lantern shows too much, I hope.

“This is fun mom, I’m glad you came.”

“Me too, but the ride today was long, I’m getting too old for this kind of riding. I am going to be so sore tomorrow. You might have to drive back up and get me,” I say only half joking.

“Yeah that was further than I expected. I’m sorry about that.”

“I’m surprised you asked me, it would probably have been more fun with your friends or some girl.”

“Nah’ I wanted you to come along. Other girls are too high maintenance.”

“Man it’s really raining out there. It’s a gully washer” Brad says looking out.

“Are we ok up here?”

“Yeah on this hill and against the trees like this will give us some protection.”

“Want another Beer?”

“Sure why not.”

Brad’s stretched out shirtless on his side with his head propped up.

If my shirt wasn’t pulled down he could look straight into my pussy. I shake my head, Why would I think that?

Brad’s always been a command presence. Ever since he was king of the playground he could handle any situation.

“I’m surprised you came really, I figured you had a date with some guy.”

“Hardly, I’ve about given up on men.”

“Why’s that?”

“Same old reason, men are all alike, only wanting one thing.”

Brad laughs, “ well after what I saw today, I can see why.”

Blushing I smile a little. “Yeah well that’s an old problem of mine. If men only thought about other people, things would be so much better for them. Remember that Brad.”

“I don’t have that problem mom, assuming we are talking about what I think we’re talking about.”

“Yeah well that must explain why all those girls leave the house mad or crying, or why you don’t have a girl friend now.” I say smartly at him.

We sit there quietly a while and Brad pushes the bottle of jack in the center of the tent.

“OK, you want to get serious, “Truth or dare and drink” Brad says matter of factly.

“What’s the drink part?”

“I don’t know, we’ll make it up as we go along, I’ll go first” Brad says.

“G rated of course.” I smiled.

“Sure. I’ll take dare” Brad says.

“OK.. “ I said looking around trying to think of something.

“you have to swallow a whole mouthful of mustard” I said holding it up.

“Cool” Brad says non chalantly holding his hand out.

“No way.”, I get to squirt it, hold your mouth open.”

Brad opens his mouth and I proceed to squirt it full not giving him the least break. I finally quit and he’s trying to sit up and swallow as I laugh at him.

Brad shakes his head and downs some jack.

“Whew!”

“Hey you’re the one that wanted to play this game!” I said laughing.

“Alright, now your turn,” Brad says sitting up fully.

“Truth or Dare” he asks.

“Truth”.

“OK” Brad says,“what’s your Bra size?”

“That’s not G rated” I groaned. “You must have really gotten an eyeful when I took my shower.”

Laughing, Brad says; “Well it’s hard to get my mind off it, that’s for sure.” “Besides ,that‘s a pretty easy truth or dare question. That’s what I asked Jenny McFarland in the 5 th grade and she answered me.”

“Well I can’t let little old Jenny Mcfarland outdo me even if she was a slut. I’m a 44 double D, is that enough?”

“Oh yeah that’s enough” Brad says smirking.

“Truth or Dare” I ask Brad quickly trying to ignore his innuendo.

I’ll take another Dare.”

I struggled for a dare looking around the tent. I finally say to Brad, “ I dare you to hold your hands in the cooler water for…. 3 minutes.”

“that’s a good one”Brady says as he gets up and leans over the cooler plunging his hands in. “Are you counting? Look at my ipod for the time.”

“Is it starting to burn?” I ask teasing.

“Nope, I can barely feel it.” Brad responds trying to look at ease.

The three minute mark was nearing and I leaned over tickling him a little, trying to get him to jerk his hands out.

“Times up! Wow, that’s cold.” I commented touching his hands.

Brad quickly says “I dare you to let me touch you with my hands for 1 minute.”

“That’s easy. OK”

“Close your eyes and you cant’ jump.”

I feel both hands on the sides of my neck for a few seconds. He then releases them and I suddenly feel them on the outsides of my thighs I flinched as he rubs on the outside of my bare skin to the top of my thighs and then his hands went slowly under my shirt to both sides of my waist. Nothing inappropriate but I was still self conscious, my small roll of fat could be felt. His hands went smoothly over my skin allowing the temperature change to soak in.

He finally realized I wasn’t going to balk and he finished by using the outside of his hands on my face.

“Good job, that warmed my hands up.”

“Truth” Brad says ,keeping the momentum of the game going.

“Tell me about your most embarrassing moment you can remember.” I already had this question ready.

Brad thought a little and said, “Remember you asked. I guess it would be when Ms. Petersen our neighbor was babysitting me that summer you and dad went to Europe.”

Brad started laughing; “well I was 16 and I was so mad you guys wouldn’t let me stay by myself. anyway, I was in my bedroom one night and she walked in on me.”

“what’s so embarrassing about that?”

Brad looks at me and smiles; “well I was exploring myself, so to speak” he says laughing and taking a drink.

I just looked at him; “ Mrs. Petersen caught you masturbating?”

Brad just shakes his head.

“What did you do? What’d she say?” I rattled off the questions not waiting for answers.

“Well I covered up and she walked out and said excuse me.”

“Did she ever say anything else?”

“Well not then..”

“What did she say, when?”

“Nope, you said it had to be G rated, plus that’s more than one question. It’s your turn, truth or dare?”

Brad says ending the discussion.

“l’lll drink this time.” I said picking up the bottle.

“Nope, I get to pour”. Brad motions with the bottle for me to open up.

“You are not going to make this easy are you?”

“Come on chicken. “ Brad says goading me.

I placed my hands behind me on the ground and tilted my head. When I did this I felt my shirt rises, completely exposing my pussy. I knew without looking that Brad had placed his hand between my thighs to support himself. My adrenaline kicked in and I almost raised up to quit, but Brad was looking straight at my eyes, so I tried to ignore it and not let it get to me.

I could feel Brad pouring the jack in my mouth and I was letting it accumulate before swallowing. I finally motioned with my hand for him to stop, but he ignored me continuing to pour. I quickly turned my head to stop the flow. This didn’t prevent a good stream of whiskey from spilling down the front of my chest running under my shirt. I swallowed quickly trying not to choke. I popped my shirt a couple of times but most of the spilled whiskey was running down my cleavage.

“Wow! I’m gonna feel that in a few minutes” I choked out and sat up. Brads’ sitting beside me with his hand still between my thighs, a mere few inches from my still wet pussy. I am dying to fidget or move but don’t want to be a prude, so I continue to sit still.

“Truth or dare!” I spouted to Brad.

“You want me to say truth so you can ask about Ms. Petersen but that’s not G rated. Your gonna change the game. Do you have the balls for that mom”? Brad says in a lower voice trying to look intimidating.

For some reason his hand between my legs was driving me crazy, it had grown exponentially in my mind.

“Well if Ms. Petersen took advantage of you I should know about it Brad. You need to tell me what happened” I asked as I stroked his arm affectionately ,trying to sound sincere.

Brad laughed, “Well it was a couple of nights later and she knocked on my door. I had avoided her for a couple of days because I was so embarrassed. She started apologizing for walking in on me the first night and that she should have knocked. Then she very calmly asked me, would I like for her to do that for me.”

”No way!! I screamed, “Are you serious!!”

“Yep” Brad says and I can see his face, he’s not lying.

“What did you do”?

“what do you think I did”? Brad asks looking at me waiting for my reply.

“You got up and ran out of the room.”

Brad just shakes his head no.

“You let her?” I stated incredulently.

“Well I said sure if she wanted to and she just reached over and worked my pants down before I could think too much about it. She started jacking me off and before long I was hard and I started cumming. She put her mouth on me and I cum in her mouth.”

“I can’t believe this. Ms. Petersen is older than me.”

“Yeah she’s 62 right now. That’s been years ago though.”

“Did she.. you know swallow?”

“Yes she did. She does every time.”

“Everytime!! There have been other times?”

“Yeah, I call her my ace in the hole.” Brad says laughing.

“OH, Brad I get the feeling I don’t want to know what that means.”

“Yeah well, she’s a sure thing is what I mean.”

“Yeah I figured that.”

“I just walk next door and she knows what I’m there for.”

“OK OK,” I say covering my ears, “I’ve heard enough! I can’t believe Ms. Petersen abused my baby” I say jokingly, as I grabbed Brads’ upper arm squeezing it affectionately. Leaning over him, I had forgotten about his hand and that it is quite closer to my vagina. I’m enjoying this very subtle tease.

“I think I’ll live. Truth or Dare.” Brad says.

“I’ll take a dare but be nice.”

Brad promptly says, “you have to lick a line of mayonnaise off my body.”

“Just one line?”

“Yep.”

“Ok.”

Brad quickly picked up the squeeze mayonnaise and started on one side of his neck, up his face, across his mouth and down his neck to his chest at which time I yelled “Enough!! You said one line!”

“It is one line!”

I raised up on my knees a little to reach him. I knew he was trying to push my buttons but this one, I could handle.

I reached him and placed a hand on his shoulder to steady myself and let my tongue start working hard on the mayonnaise. I was making it the least desirable as possible. Long tongue strokes were used, going fast, up his face.

When I got to his jaw I decided to move to the other side of the neck and stepped between his legs with my knee, straddling his thigh. I smiled at him cocky like, letting him know he wasn’t getting to me and proceeded to bend over to his neck. I felt his hand on my hip supporting me and I continued with long tongue strokes going quick up his neck to his jaw and licked to the edge of his mouth.

I backed off for a second to swallow , catching my breath and truly, to get up my nerve. I didn’t wait long and looked at the gob of mayonnaise on his mouth. I wasn’t going to make eye contact, no way.

I took a couple of gentle swabs at his lips and then one big lick through his lips again. About this time he pushed his tongue out with a dab on the end. Without pausing I quickly used my lips and sucked it off.

Sitting up I raised my hands and cheered a little.

‘Good job! Brad said holding my hips a little lower than necessary . I’m still straddling his thigh and a very impure desire is on me to accidentally graze it with my pussy. I have an itch that is needing scratched.

“You have mayonnaise on your chin” Brad points out.

“Oops” using my finger I swipe it off and lick my finger clean. I smirked at Brad a little.

I finally sit back over to the side of Brad in the same position I was in and Brad immediately placed his hand between my thighs like it was natural for us to resume our home positions.

I’m trying to gauge how close he is to my pussy. It must be an inch or less. I know a slight move by him or me will result in an improper touch. I can tell quite conclusively that my juices are flowing considerably.

I’m gonna have to pee soon.” I commented. 4 beers and the shots were going through me.

“You can’t go until I say you can” Brad says.

“What! you’ll have a mess to clean up then.”

Brad laughs a little; “ yeah I did that to Samantha Cox one night.”

“You didn’t let her pee?”

“Yeah we were driving around drinking on the dirt roads and she said she had to go. I told her she could’nt until I said. I probably drove another hour and made her drink another beer. She was crying and complaining. She was always bitching about something anyway. She finally started jumping out of the truck with it moving.”

“That’s terrible Brad, that is so mean.”

“Yeah well, that’s the G version anyway.”

“You mean it’s worse?”

“Well I thought it was good, but you would not like it probably.”

“Tell me the whole story.”

“Not until I get a story from you or a part of one.”

“You mean a dirty story?”

“Yep” Brad says.

“Oh I don’t know Brad” I say looking away embarrassed “ I would rather hear yours. I’m sure they are far more interesting. It’s your turn anyway.”

“We can keep playing later. Come on at least part of a story and then I will finish mine.” Brad pleads.

“Give me a drink” I say asking for the bottle and taking a swig to get my nerve up.

“Okay here goes.” I say having no clue what I am going to divulge.

Thinking a little and blushing I comment, “ I can’t believe I’m going to tell you this story.”

“Alright when I was in high school I was dating this guy and he was over at the house. Your aunt Janice,

and her friend were there. Aunt Janice and her friend were teasing us telling us to make out,

and asking if were we going to have sex . Stuff like that. Typical girl stuff like that. I remember yelling

at Janice and her friend that they wer 16 years old! why don’t they act their age. I guess they were

though.

I finally said they better leave because I was going to take this guy’s pants off. I said that, thinking they

would run out of the room, but they just kept sitting there. So I slowly started unbuttoning his pants.

We were calling each other’s bluff. I had only messed around with the guy a couple of times too. Any

way I pushed his pants down and he’s sitting there in his underwear and the girls haven’t moved so I

thought alright this will get them to run out of the room and I reached up and slowly started pulling his

underwear down, then Bam, he’s sitting there stark naked with his penis at full mast.

Brad pauses and looks at me and then says, “well? What happened?”

“Nope, you got to finish your story first.” I tell Brad.

“Are you sure you want to hear everything?”

“Yes go on Perv.”

Brad smiles “well I told her she could only pee if she was sucking me at the same time.”

“ Do you mean while she was standing In the road?! Brad you’re a sadist.”

“Probably, but it was fun.”

“Well did she do it?” My mouth was watering in a depraved way, wanting the story.

“Alright, remember you asked.”

“We were on Tram road and going slow. She finally opened the door crying and started to just jump out she couldn’t hold it any more.”

“Anyway she got around to the front of the truck and was squatted in the road and I shoved it in her mouth.”

“How could she concentrate?”

“She didn’t have to, I did all the work. Actually it was pretty good on my end she was so grateful to be going she just let me take control of her pretty good.”

Looking at brad, my pussy is tingling. “Well, keep going” I encouraged.

“You want the full story, huh. Well I grabbed her head and used her. She was peeing and sighing and it was pretty cool really, we were both being satisfied in two completely different ways.”

“Where did you … you know?”

Brad looked at me with a long pause and a stoic expression came on his face. His wrist turned and it was touching the inside of my right thigh all the way at the juncture. I was positive it would leave a burn mark.

Brad said slowly, “mom, I pushed her head all the way down on me and… I held her while I came in her mouth. Is that specific enough?”

Sputtering out the only thing I could think of I asked, “Was she still peeing?”

“Well, that’s a good question, I don’t remember. I see Samantha once in a while, I’ll ask her.” Brad says.

“Don’t do that!! That is so mean.”

“Ahh don’t worry about it, she loved it. After she quit crying she had one of the best orgasms she ever had according to what she said.”

“What did you do to her? That’s awful don’t even answer.” I say.

Brad laughed. “I didn’t do anything to her. I laid her on the hood of the truck and made her masturbate. She went crazy on that pussy. Oops sorry mom too much info.”

“So, finish your story.” Brad demands.

“Alright” I sighed. “Well we’re all sitting there looking at this guy’s erection and I just reached out and grabbed it and started stroking him with everybody watching.”

“Cool” Brad says and I roll my eyes at him.

“Keep going”

“So he reached his happy moment and stuff started flying out of him and that’s when Aunt Janice and her friend went running from the room. I remember her friend was supposed to spend the night and she went home. I was scared to death she would tell her parents and they would call mine, but she didn’t.”

Brad laughed.

“Yeah Aunt Janice didn’t talk to me for a week, just glared at me. Then when she finally started talking, she just called me a slut as she walked by” I said laughing .“She’s the one who became the slut!” I exclaimed as I took a big drink.

A strong gust of wind against the tent and heavy rain drew my attention to the fact I still had to pee.

Well, I’ve still got to go” I said looking around for an idea.

“Come on, you can hold it. I’ll take a dare” Brad says.

I moaned, but went along with him because the storm was extremely heavy. I didn’t desire to get out in it.

Frankly I’m bored with the game, I would rather talk. Being a woman a little competition had entered my mind since I knew Brad had seen both me and Ms. Petersen naked.

“Here goes, I dare you to tell me who has the better body, me or Ms. Petersen, assuming you have seen her naked. Ms. Petersen used to be an attractive woman.”

“Yes I have” Brad says. He doesn’t hesitate. “You definitely are hotter than Ms. Petersen after what I saw today.”

Brads leaned in close to me with his hand still wedged between my thighs with his weight on it.

In a barely audible reply, I uttered “what did you see today?”

“An unbelievable set of tits and a killer ass. I never dreamed you looked that good, I only wish I had been closer. Brad smiled a little then continued; “Truthfully I was so far away I really didn’t get a close up of anything.”

“Well I’m sure what you are imagining is far better than the real deal.” I commented.

“I’ve definitely got to pee. what do you think I should do?” I stated looking around.

“ I just don’t think you’ve earned the right to go yet” he says in a very dominating voice.

I can imagine how some young teenage girl would be completely cowed under by him, because I am.

“ What would I have to do?” I asked quite curious.

Brad’s hand slipped up my thigh.

I’m so fucking wet, this could get embarrassing.

Brad’s hand continued to move and he laid it on my stomach bulge. His other hand on my head tightened a little in my hair. Just a sense of intimidation was being conveyed.

His hand started massaging my stomach and then Brad started pressing with his fingers, deeper and deeper continually moving them causing me to start squirming. The sense to pee is intensifying.

“Please brad, that hurts.” I said half laughing. But he was pushing firmly now with his palm.

What would you be willing to do?” He asks.

I went from uncomfortable to an almost uncontrollable urge to pee in a couple of seconds.

“Oh god Brad stop, Im gonna go , youre so bad.” I whined.

He so damn big, he could do anything he wanted to me and I couldn’t stop him even if I wanted to.

His hold on the nape of my neck is domineering and he started randomly pushing in different places with his fingers.

OOOHH Brad stop I’m gonna go on you, just tell me what you want!” I said, giving up.

Brad invaded my space by leaning into me. His size and weight forced me to fall back where my hands braced myself on the tent floor, my shirt riding up exposing my pussy.

Brad applied pressure again, by jamming a finger in my stomach.

Ok! What!! Tell me.” I pleaded half laughing and crying.

“I will let you pee, if you kiss me while your going.” Brad whispers to me.

I’m a big girl, I can deal with this.

“ OK OK!! Lets hurry up and get outside.” I pulled myself up quickly out of his grasp and started getting up, I’m on a mission to pee.

Brad held my arm tight and navigated the tent flap.

He wordlessly guided me as we ran the few steps in the wind and rain, to the nearest 4 wheeler. He quickly spun me around, lifted me up and plopped my ass roughly on the rear 4 wheeler rack. Before I could adjust anything he lifted my legs up and set my feet on the outer rung as I was forced to scoot back. Rain was hitting us and my shirt and skin were soaked through immediately. My long nipples were hard as rocks and clearly indenting my thin night shirt.

Brad placed his hand on my stomach and applied firm pressure as I just tried to orient myself to this new environment. He was making it difficult for me by grabbing my neck and suddenly pressed his lips against mine firmly enough that I couldn’t turn away.

Brad’s pressure on my stomach was initiating my release. I knew what I was supposed to do, but between my movements to the 4 wheeler and the distraction of the weather I had lost my urge.

It was easy to find though, pushing started my stream.

The wind and rain camoflauged any noise. It hit me and I couldn’t help but sigh into Brad’s mouth which only encouraged him to explore me with his tongue that I accepted by parting my lips. Our tongues duelled and our lips weren’t shy as we sucked on each other. The release I felt was strangely very satisfying.

I had an overwhelming desire to watch my stream from this very erotic position and broke off our kiss.

Becoming singular in the moment I looked down seeing my stream flowing freely in an arc.

What is happening to me? I’ve been fucked in this position many times with my knees up high on a couch or chair but have never peed like this obviously.

I broke off our kiss and with complete acceptance of the situation I looked down at my pussy streaming. I knew Brad was looking as well and I didn’t care.

I finally tilted my head back and looked at my son as my stream continued. Our eyes were accustomed to the dark and the tent lantern gave enough visibility for this indecent moment to be seen.

Brad looked at me and I could see in his face and feel in my heart that very bad things were going to happen tonight.

My stream ended and I didn’t want to get up. I just sat there in that uncomfortable yet erotic position letting the rain wash me clean as I looked away searching for a sane thought and hoping I wouldn’t find one.

Every square inch of my body was screaming for an orgasm. One I hoped was so powerful I would pass out and wake up in my bed at home, taking me away from this morbidly fascinating moment.

Carnal lust urged me to just go back in that tent and let Brad fuck me and blame it on the alcohol and perfect alignment of the stars, any excuse would work I am thinking.

I am perplexed. I have never harbored any thoughts such as these about Brad.

I’m his mother! I scream in my head. Yet looking down, my pussy’s still exposed and I know he’s ogling me, desiring me, yet I make no attempt at modesty.

A man I dated about a year back said my pussy was so fucking wet you could float a canoe in it. At the time I was insulted, I let him fuck me but that was the last time I saw him.

Right now his analogy is apt. In the dark shadows I can sense my swelling, the flowing of juices can be felt. Although rain is falling, a woman knows.

Brad finally broke both of our trances and looked at me saying loudly over the wind; “You know what happens now don’t you?”

Looking at him my mind is on auto pilot.

I want the games to end, the questions to end, the teasing to end! “just fuck me! that’s what you want! Just take it!!! Haven’t I complied enough, acted improper enough? What more do you want? For me to ask for it? Beg for it? Say the words out loud? Is it really necessary?

Yet the only response I can verbalize to Brad is a weak, “What?”

“You know” Brad urges.

I just look away in submission and plunge my hand to my pussy taking over my fate. Two fingers travel quickly up my hole and don’t stop until my palm presses on my clit giving the relief I need.

Brad pulled my head back and started kissing me forcefully as I double fingered myself. My orgasm was on top of me the entire time, the first touches simply opened the door. I felt my juices flowing out and the energy flowing into Brad from my kiss. My body shivered and shook as I exhaled and let muted cries pass my lips as my orgasm rolled through me. Brad placed his hand over mine pressing it to my pussy as I collapsed.

Tears rolled down my face as Brad kissed my lips. He is ignorant of the tears, ignorant of the heaven and hell we were walking into.

Brad helped me off the 4 wheeler and back on the tarp entrance. I avoided eye contact as I looked at the lantern light in the tent .

 If I walk back in, beyond a shadow of a doubt I will be fucked by my son.

But it was too late, my future was clear. I stepped forward and through the tent entrance.

My lust was temporarily sated, sanity and shame were creeping in.

I just can’t kiss and hold Brad and urge him on, encouragement just can’t be given and I know it won’t be needed. I have to keep a little piece of myself.

Without looking back at Brad I stripped off my soaked shirt and laid down on my stomach on the sleeping bag. I could tell by Brad’s movement he was stripping his wet shorts off and exposing his cock.

A cock I didn’t need to see or feel. Simply a cock that needs satisfied. To be drained of it’s power.

I felt him sink to his knees. Not wanting any further prolonging or mind games requiring my participation, I raised my ass in the air beckoning my son.

With my head turned and resting on a 4 wheeler seat, I wait silently.

I can feel his desire. Like humidity in the summertime, enveloping me, making my breaths ragged and deep.

His hands parted my inner thighs confidently forcing my stance to widen. Both of his hands on my hips told me time was near.

There was no hesitation. I felt his cock head sliding through my channel searching with absolutely no conscience, looking for my opening and his river of life.

I laid there like a whore with my ass in the air, allowing myself to be impaled, feeling Brad’s cock navigate me and finally reach the end as he impacts my ass and rests in place.

Brad then began his domination of me. I felt a hand leave my hip and grasp my breast fully. Brad let out a moan of success as initial pleasure hit him. Brad pulled his cock out for a thrust and rammed me forcefully, setting the style. Not fast. Not slow. Just steady and forceful. His hand on my breast was simply owning me. Not giving or getting pleasure from the touch.

Brad wasn’t shy in showing his pleasure with manly grunts and groans in my ear. Thrusts were steady, long and hard on impact. Occasionally a searing pain shot through me as his enthusiasm was too much.

Brad continued with the pace. His size, strength and youth were wearing me down.

My position was weakening and sliding forward from the continual fucking. Brad placed a strong hand in my hair pulling my head back. Ensuring my participation in my own fucking.

I raised up on my hands with my head back as he banged me. I could feel my tits swaying . I don’t remember anyone ever using my head this firmly. My head pulled back forced my mouth open.

All sounds quickly began escaping me. Each grunt and groan leaving my body and filling the tent .

He’s probably banging me like he’s done many of his girlfriends I figure. I wonder if I’m as good as they were, or what does he think about me?

An idea hits me and I grab the other 4 wheeler seat near me and push it under my stomach for support. It offers immediate comfort. I can stand some more pounding now and Brad senses the resistance he is offered and puts it to me. Speeding up his thrusts.

Brad starts taking an interest in my nipple as he tweaks and rolls it in his meaty fingers, then pulling and lengthening it.

He is bending over me now placing his weight on my back, giving me no mercy in his strokes. My experience tells me he is cumming soon, as his strokes are increasing in intensity and he is keeping his cock deep in me. His breath is heavy on my neck, his grunts filling my ears.

I suddenly feel his mouth on my neck as he pulls my head to the side completely exposing it. His lips attach to me, sucking me in. T he suction amplifies and I know he is marking me for all to see. I try to turn and move but his weight is holding me.

“Please don’t” I beg trying to turn away but his hand in my hair prevents my escape.

Brad ignores my plea as he continues to draw my blood to the surface.

I can feel his pelvis firmly seated against my ass, holding his cock deep in me. His first shot of semen is felt.

I don’t know why, but I stated the obvious, “OH god Brad you’re coming in me” I whispered.

My hips for the first time, searched my own need as I pushed back wanting to feel more as he continued to shoot heavy spurts in me coating my tunnel. Brad rapidly strokes through our liquids searching his end.

Brad finally releases my neck and head. He is using my body for recuperation as he catches his breath.

His cock is spent and resting in me. Falling to the ground, Brad is laying on me completely. I eventually elbow him over as I twisted out from under him.

Brad spooned me with a hand on my breast, his wet cock easily slides between by butt checks.

Breathing heavy into my hair he continues to roll my thick nipple between his fingers.

Brad’s spunk is sliding down my thighs but I’m too tired to care, the long day combined with the alcohol and the adrenaline filled night finally washes over me as I close my eyes.

We’re going to have so much fun tomorrow.” Brad whispered in my ear just before I went to sleep.

Sleep I’m going to need, riding the pipeline.