AN: With the blessing of the author I have created this revised version of their excellent story. If you haven't read
Sethp's story
I highly recommend it. All characters in sexual activities are 18 or older. Nitpickers, please accept that the narrative occasionally is first person from the POV of the main character and that the grammar is how I intended it to be. Thank you and I hope that you enjoy this story. Let me know what you think.
Bryan stuffed the last of the camping gear into the back of the family's silver Tahoe. He wasn't particularly looking forward to this holiday weekend anymore. It had started off as a grand multi-family adventure, with all of their neighborhood friends going along, but life, as it will, intervened. There were all kinds of last-minute business and family emergencies. Bryan and his best friend, Richard Jones, had made plans for jet skiing, rock climbing, portable video games, and all kinds of other stuff. It was supposed to be an epic last big weekend before his friend left for college. They had both just turned eighteen. Richard's family had to go out of town to attend to a death in the family. Their other neighbors, The Smiths, all came down with food poisoning While the Robinson's truck was totaled the night before by a drunk driver. Ironically it was already loaded and ready to go before the accident.
The final person to back out was actually Bryan's dad, Ralph Miller, who had gotten called in to work at the last moment. He was the head of human resources at an emerging tech firm. They had been the victims of a huge electronic security breach that required his immediate presence, probably for the entire weekend.
"Let's make the best of it, Bryan," his mother said, coming out of the house with several bags of food.
Bryan knew better than to argue with his mother but he liked camping and always enjoyed her company so really, what was the point? Sure, he could have just said no and walked away. He was eighteen after all, but that would have been bad. He had heard his mother that morning, nearly in tears, arguing with his father about having to go to work. His parents haven't been getting along for what seemed to Bryan, like years. He noted that as time went by it was only getting worse. Bryan had hoped the weekend would fix things between his parents, but now it was going to be a long weekend alone with his mother. He figured he could get some reading done and go on some hikes by himself. Resigning himself to have fun Bryan climbed into the driver's seat to give his mom a chance to relax and hopefully cool off.
His mother started the Tahoe and off they went. "I'm sorry that it's just you and me, Bryan."
"It's okay," he said, meaning it. "I'm going to make the best of it, and you should too."
"We already paid for the camping site. I need to get away even if it's just with my son. You can still do all the things that you wanted to, I promise that won't bother you at all. Okay?"
"I promise mom, we're going to have a great time," Bryan said, looking out the window at the passing scenery.
A few hours later they reached the camping site. My group reserved two spots right next to each other; with one big enough to park the neighbor's RV and plenty of room for several tents. It had a huge picnic table, a large shaded tree and was close to the restrooms and shower facility.
"Oh, this is nice right?" Bryan's mom said happily. "Look how close to the lake we are! This will be great. There will be plenty of privacy in this little corner of the woods too. You start setting up the tents and I'll go check-in and get us some firewood." She hurried off to the ranger's office.
Bryan started unloading their equipment and setting everything up. He just about had both tents up when his mother came back. "Okay, we're good to go."
Bryan and his mother set up the camp together. When they were done it was well past lunchtime and Bryan's mother fired up the grill and cooked up some hot dogs.
"Thanks again for going camping with your old mother," she said as they finished eating.
"You are not old. To prove it let's go rent a canoe this afternoon."
"Okay, that's a deal. I'll make us up some cheeseburgers tonight after we get back."
Bryan was surprised, but he had a great time out on the lake paddling all over the place and exploring the little coves and beaches with his mom. They found one beach that was almost completely hidden from view until you were almost on it. It was there that they stopped for a break. Bryan laid out the blanket while Michelle pulled out the cooler with some snacks and Gatorade.
"Are you doing okay, Mom?" Bryan asks. He can tell his mother is a bit flushed from the trip.
"Yes, I just forgot how much hard work this can be," she replied before taking a big drink.
She was still a little out of breath, even though Bryan was trying to do all the work in the canoe. Bryan worried about his mother and her health. She had gained a lot of weight in the last couple of years. Most of the weight had gone to her bust but she had rounded out a bit in her tummy, hips, and ass. The dockmaster even had a hard time finding a life vest big enough to fit over her enormous breasts. She had taken it off as they took their break. Bryan caught himself glancing at her massive, heaving chest and turned away before she could see it.
"You okay, dear? Your face is so red."
"Yeah," he said, getting up. "It's just a little hot. Whenever you're ready we can start heading back."
"I'm ready. Can you help me up please," she said, holding up her hand for him.
Bryan helped her to her feet. As he readied the canoe for the return trip to the dock, he looked over at his mother. She was having a hard time with the clasps on her vest again, and he couldn't help but stare as she wiggled and jiggled and grunted and mashed her breasts together; squeezing the vest over her mountainous chest. It was a mesmerizing spectacle.
"Shit," he muttered as he turned away. For the first time in his life (second time in the last hour), he had been perving on his own mother.
