Weekend Hike

^_^ All actors in this story are 18+ years of age, and things that happen within it have been modified ^_^

The day my life changed was on a moonless night while camping out in the woods with my son. The day started like any other. We parked the car, grabbed our hiking gear and packs, and then proceeded to hike into the mountains of Arizona. If you have ever visited Arizona during the summer, The Valley, aka the Phoenix Area, is a huge no-go for hikes. There is more News about hikers and the like getting rescued. The best bet for hiking is late fall to early spring. Normally, our family hiked together, but my daughter was at college, and my husband couldn't get time off from the Air Force, so it left my 19-year-old son.

My son, James, is in shape, and no, he isn't round. He prefers sports to playing video games. As for me, Heather, I'm 48, natural 32DD, 5'1", an average-sized woman with long, dirty blonde hair and measurements of 37-25-34. I have no tattoos. I'm just a normal white woman enjoying life to the fullest.

Once on the trails, we watched for hostile critters and the like. We brought our side arms and a rifle and packed a fishing pole. We lived off the land during our hikes, as nature wanted us to. My son and I chatted about all sorts of topics. But, over time, things started to get hot, and I don't mean our chats; I'm referring to the weather. We've been hiking for who knows how long. So we decided to set up camp under a tree. It wasn't too far from a water source. As we chatted, my son brought up a problem we overlooked while packing.

"Mom," James stated as he looked through his backpack, "it would seem that I forgot to pack a pair of swim trunks. I got the pots, cups, and so forth, but ugh damn, and I wanted to go for a swim."

I giggled at his oops moment as I looked through my pack and discovered the same issue.

"Well, it would appear I did the same thing," I said as I called out from the tent.

I rose to my feet and placed my right hand on my chin to decide what to do.

"Well," I started plainly, "we could just cool off with our clothes on or strip and go in natural..."

My son's lips grinned a devilish smirk. "So I get to see what my friends call a MILF, in the buff. I don't see anything wrong with that, Mom."

"James, for the love of god. I'm your mother," I protest.

"Mom," he returned as he spread his arms out, "look around. The only thing we can see is the wildlife; we are alone. Two, if, say, someone does come out, they're going to think a Young man scored himself a sexy old lady, and the two are lovers and just enjoying time skinny dipping. And third, if and that's a huge IF, Mom, would we have sex with each other?"

Bless my son's loving heart, which helped make me feel better and a little bit better. But I pushed those feelings aside and nodded.

"Also, we're both adults. You've seen me naked as well as Dad many a time, and I've seen my fair share of the ladies in their birthday suits. So why should it bother either one of us?" James finished his statement and began taking off his shirt. "Besides, Mom, I've seen you in bathing suits my whole life, and to be honest, my friends are right? You are a MILF, and if it does happen, well, that's between you and me, right. Dad doesn't need to know."

"True," I returned with an agreement nod, "I doubt anything would happen between us, but, as you've said, you're with an MILF out for a hike and swim."

Once things were set up, tent-wise, we went to the steam and stripped down to our undies. At the same time, we chatted about how all this felt strange yet comfortable. Who would have thought a mother of my age, stripping down to her panties and bra in front of her adult son, would be this exciting? Yet, here we were, now stepping out of underwear and undoing my bra. This was a thrill to have. It was like stripping down in front of my husbands all those years ago for the first time. But, the man before me was a product of my love for my husband.

This thrill had my body in a sexual rage of love and lust. I felt a strong need to touch my son. He looked like me but built like my husband. To say I was turned on was an understatement. But I had to keep my cool about this, just in case. However, James's cock, was saying hello to my body, plus how he stood there just made me want him more and more. My pussy tingled with demands to feel my son's cock inside me.

"Wow, Mom," he said as he began to stroke his cock. No doubt out of habit, seeing a naked woman.

"Wow, right back you, James," I replied as I stepped up and to his hand, which wasn't stroking his cock into my hand.

"You know, your dad does the same thing seeing me naked as well," I softly said

"It's a guy thing," he returned, and I noticed his eyes looking down at me and my free hand "Sort of like you girls playing with yourself at seeing a guy's hard cock that's meant for them."

At first, I was a bit confused by his words, but I quickly realized my free hand that wasn't holding his hand was softly caressing my pussy.

"Oh," I giggled, "sorry. Yeah, it's a girl thing, hun."

He stepped up to me and drew me in close for a hug. I could feel our sexual tension growing with our hugging embrace. I was having flashbacks of each time James's father and I, of each time we were going to have sex. I was horny and feeling my boy's hard-on, playfully teasing my pussy lips as we were hugging. I can tell I was losing this battle against lust, and I am glad he took the first steps into our shared love.

He leaned forward and began kissing me passionately. I returned the kiss and let his tongue explore into my mouth. A part of me was screaming that this was incest and it was wrong, but my body didn't fucken care. I would make love to a man I Love as much as my husband. We decided to take the leap into taboo love and decide to make love with each other in the tent.

We moved to the tent, just in case. Someone might know who we were. It's better to be safe than sorry. Once inside the small tent, he crawled up to me. I opened my arms, embraced him in a passionate hug, and began to kiss each other once more. I felt my son's cock, tease me at the entrance of my pussy. But, with a few tender teases, I felt him slip pass my pussy lips and enter into me. I released a soft, loving moan as his cock moved forward into me.

"MMMmmm" I released in a way that got him going.

Once he was into me, he began to pull out. After a while, the piston action of sex soon began. In and out, slow at first. I wrapped my legs around my son's waist as he fucked me. My husband would be proud of our son as to how I like being fucked. He leaned down, took hold of one of my breasts, and squeezed it firmly but softly as his mouth engulfed the breast's nipple while his hips pistoned his cock in and out of me. Not in a million years would I have believed that making love to my son would be just as pleasurable as making love to my best friend, my husband, and his father.

What joy this experience gave me. All I could think about was the pleasure my son gave me as I was to him. Our moans of love filled the tent, the smell of sex hanging thick as we fucked each other. It was the best sex I've had in a long time. Yet, my son and I didn't last too long.

"Mom...oh, Mom.." I felt his climax in me as his stroke pushed me into a mind-blowing orgasm as well.

Yet we didn't stop once we climaxed. No, we went on for about an hour after the first blowoff. After that, well, we stayed there for the weekend, and you can guess what took place during that weekend hike. Not much hiking, except back to the car. However, my son and I plan on doing more of this and maybe getting the rest of the family into this as well.

We'll see and let you all know, in a future story. <3<3<3