First I would like to thank everyone for taking an interest in my work. I very much appreciate it.
I was working on the Second chapters to all of my previous stories, but I'm finding it very hard to writing anything sexy and enjoyable at the moment. I ask that you please bare with me for a little while as I take some time to grieve.
I had to make the unbearable decision to have my beloved Golden Retriever (Ginger) put to sleep. She suffered from kidney failure and I was forced to watch the life drain out of her. By Saturday she couldn't even stand on her own. I wish this hardship on no one.
So I had this story just finished being reviewed by Chasp and would like to thank him for taking the time to edit it. I'll be sure to complete the Second chapters as soon I find myself feeling up to it.
All characters are fictional and 18 years or older.
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Greg Wilson walked to the bottom of the staircase and yelled for his son, Billy.
"Billy, could you come here for a minute?"
There was no reply, so again he yelled, this time a little louder.
"Billy!" Still silence.
What the hell was that boy doing?
Greg wondered and made his way up the staircase in search of his son.
Billy wasn't able to hear his dad yell, for he was preoccupied listening to music with his headphones on, while he jerked off to a magazine.
Sprawled out on his bed with his hands down his pants, Billy noticed how much the centerfold of the magazine looked like his mother.
Damn! Would my mom look that hot without her clothes on?
Billy wondered, as his bedroom door opened and his dad walked in.
Billy tried to conceal what he was doing and tucked the magazine under his pillow. He removed his ear buds and with a red face looked at his dad.
"Yeah, dad, what's up?" Billy said.
Greg just smirked at his son.
"You know, son, if you're gonna do that, you should lock your door. If your mother had caught you, she would've fainted."
"Umm, sorry, dad. I'll make sure I do that in the future."
Greg just chuckled.
"Oh, I almost forgot what I came up here for. I talked to your mother last night and we've decided to go on another camping trip this year. So I need you to help pack the gear up for when we leave tonight."
"Is sis going also?" Billy asked, hoping she wasn't, since like typical siblings they fought all the time and figured the trip would be more enjoyable without her.
"Well, what kind of a question is that? Of course she's going. You two have to learn to get along."
Billy's sister Steff was 18, and just out of high school. She and their mother Dawn, were two very attractive females. They could pass for twins in appearance, if it weren't for the 20 year age difference. They both had long black hair and blue eyes and each had a wonderful set of bubbly tits. Not too big and not too small. They were about the same height, 5 foot 6 inch, with very slim waistlines.
Billy was a typical 19 year old with a buff build from all the athletic sports he played.
Greg Wilson was 10 years older than his wife Dawn, and showing his 49 years. He was partially balding in the back with a touch of grey everywhere else. He spent so much time just sitting around doing paperwork at the bank that his body was sagging everywhere.
"Well, I'm off to try and get your sister on the phone and tell her the news. I'll try and give you a hand at packing later." Greg turned and shook his head. "Youth."
Billy sprang from the bed and headed out to the garage to pack their gear into the van. As he struggled with his parents' large canvas tent, he paused for a moment and remembered back to when they all would sleep in there together. He tossed the tent into the van, and then proceeded to get the rest of the equipment out.
Dawn had been in the kitchen and just finished up her chores. She wondered if her son might need help packing, so she headed over to garage to see. As she trotted over to the garage, she saw he was just about finished with the packing.
As she approached her son, her eyes wandered over his sweat stained tee shirt and noticed how it clung to his muscular chest. Dawn felt her body tingle and it took her by surprise. Clearing her head she continued to walked over to him and lightly tapped him on his shoulder.
"Hey, you want me to get you a cold glass of lemonade?"
Bill was startled by his mother's touch, and as he turned around to face her. He couldn't help but ogle her attire.
Dawn wore a red and white striped short sleeved shirt. It was tied in the middle and exposed her tight abs and navel, and her cleavage was popping out of the top and showing off her succulent breast areolas through the fabric. Her shorts were made out of a cut-up pair of old jeans and the cut was pretty high, exposing her silky thighs and the underside of her panties.
Billy's mind went back to the magazine he had stroked off to just a few hours ago. The other woman's figure became intertwined with his mother's and he could picture her posing seductively for the mag instead of the model.
"Billy!" his mother exclaimed.
"Huh?" Billy said, snapping out of his trance.
"Umm, sorry, mom. I was trying to think if I got everything we need."
With a puzzled expression on her face, Dawn asked him again if he wanted something cold to drink.
"No thanks, mom, I want to finish this up so I can at least get a quick game in before we go."
"Ok honey. Just don't get hurt before we leave. I wouldn't want to hear your father complain if we couldn't make this trip on time."
"I won't, mom." Billy yelled, as his mother made her way back to the house.
Billy cautiously shifted his eyes as his mother walked away. He couldn't help but admire the way her ass wiggled from side to side with each step. Billy could feel his dick swell in size, as he eyed his sexy mother leaving.
You're a sick shit,
he thought to himself. As he turned to the van he shook his head and tried to clear the images that kept popping in there. He put his mind back on packing, and finished the job at hand.
Dawn, almost to the house, recollected the way her son had looked at her.
Was my own son checking me out?
She wondered, as she continued on her way.
After a pizza dinner, Dawn, Steff and Billy grabbed the last of their things, and headed to the van. Greg did a once over to make sure all appliances were turned off and the doors were locked. He got in the driver seat and looked back at his two wonderful kids.
"Everyone ready?" he asked, with a big smile on his face.
They all nodded in agreement. Greg put the car in drive and made his way toward the interstate.
After an hour or so of some small bickering with his sister in the back seat of the car, Billy turned and admired the last sight of the sun before it set behind the mountains. As Billy enjoyed the view, he felt a need to piss coming on.
Maybe I shouldn't have had all that water after the game with the guys,