Hitchhiking with My Son

I did my best not to stare at the tiny shorts hugging his thick cock. But I hadn't been laid in months. I felt like I was on heat. And his impressively large protrusion was creeping enticingly towards the hemline as he squirmed beneath his rusty Ford.

All that mattered in that moment was the fabric being eaten up between those powerful thighs; it didn't make a difference that it was my son.

"...you could lend a hand, y'know?" Kyle grunted, sliding out from under the car and catching me ogling him red-handed and wide-eyed. I mumbled an incoherent excuse and handed him a rag to clean the oil from his hands.

"I'm just saying, we could get a tow back to mine and stay one more night at home, then tomorrow--"

"--tomorrow will become tomorrow, like it always does, and you'll find some other excuse."

"Excuse?" I repeated, hurt. "Honey, you've been working on it for over an hour--"

"We're getting married in three months," Kyle stated matter-of-factly, "Emily says she has to meet you before the wedding."

"It's not for lack of trying on my part..."

"...don't start that again," Kyle sighed. "I've been busy, okay? There hasn't been a good moment."

"There's never a good moment," I complained. "I don't even know what Emily looks like. You never show me any pictures."

"I've explained this. Emily doesn't do pictures. She's very private, y'know, unplugged."

I know my son well enough to know when he's bullshitting me. But it was pointless forcing the issue; we'd been down that road before, and it never ended well, and we had the best part of two days' drive ahead of us, so I dropped it with an unconvincing, "Uh-huh."

"C'mon, let's hitch a ride to the gas station. If we're lucky, we'll get a mechanic. Maybe we can still make it to Indianapolis tonight."

I lingered on the grass verge, watching my son hail the passing traffic. "Hitchhiking?"

"What's wrong now?" Kyle asked, not bothering to hide his impatience.

"Isn't that kind of risky?"

I've always been a worrier. My mind spiralled down a thousand bad outcomes of getting into a car with a stranger. But I love my son, whatever he thinks. There was nothing I wouldn't do for him.

"Relax, Mom. We're barely an hour from home. What's the worst that could happen?"

Even my ability to catastrophize couldn't have prepared me for how bad that day was going to get.

--

"Howdy folks! Looks like you're in a spot of trouble?"

The man leaning out of the camper van window looked to be in his late-thirties, with bleach blonde hair, a glowing tan on his shirtless body, and a carefree smile that put me at ease. He was handsome, sure, but after two hours on the hard shoulder, I'd have accepted a lift from anyone.

"We're not having any luck with the breakdown guys. The holidays," I explained with a lift of my eyebrows. "You know how it is. We're just trying to get back to Des Moines."

"Shucks, that's a drag. I wish we could help, but we're heading out East."

At that moment, Kyle pulled himself out from under the Ford and rubbed his oily hands on his T-shirt. "Did you say you're driving East?"

"Yessir. The Big Apple."

"No shit! That's where we were headed before this pile of crap broke down on me." I shot Kyle a filthy look but didn't bother to correct his bad language. "You've got space, you say?"

"Sure we do, my--"

"--Kyle, we can't leave the car here. I'm sorry, honey, but you have to face facts; we're not making your engagement party. Emily will understand."

Kyle turned on me, ready to argue, but the kind stranger stepped in. "Engagement party? Heck, now we have to help. I won't hear another word; get on in."

"Sir, that's kind, but all our stuff is in the car. All our clothes and--"

"--Oh, you won't need all that. Don't you know what day it is?" The stranger asked, with a coy smile.

Before I could query him, the side door of the camper slid open. Beaming out at us from the cosy interior were a man and a woman with the same bronzed skin and messy blonde hair as the driver.It took my brain a moment to understand what I was seeing. Then the driver's toplessness suddenly made more sense. Because his passengers weren't wearing a stitch of clothing either.

"Happy Nude Day!"

I gawped wordlessly at the pair, my eyes roving over their flawless nude bodies, stunned by every curve and contour so shameless on display.

"Don't just stand there, sillies!" The woman's laugh was light and tinkled with an easy joy. "It'll be a squeeze, but we'll make it work, won't we, Rowan?"

I sensed Kyle stiffen as the man winked at me mischievously. "Sure we will. There's plenty of space on my lap."

I was too shocked to respond, but Kyle bristled with a hostility that surprised me. "Thanks, but no thanks." Kyle slammed the door closed on the buff couple and took me by the hand. "C'mon, Mom. There's a gas station a mile or so down the road. We'll get a ride back to your place from there."

--

The neon lights of the gas station were like a beacon in the blue twilight. We'd been walking in silence for half an hour, a strange tension between us that couldn't be explained solely by the bizarre interaction we'd had with the strangers.

"We'll reorganise the party for another time. Emily will understand."

Kyle strode ahead of me with his head downcast. "Did you see the way he was looking at you? Out-fucking-rageous."

The blacktop of the forecourt was only yards away. Even at the late hour, it was packed with travellers who had been caught up in the traffic, bracing themselves for a long night of driving with a full tank of fuel and cheap, strong coffee.

"Forget about them, honey. They're just..." I hesitated, struggling for the right word to describe the two beautiful, liberated people we'd met. "...different."

"I don't care that they were naked. I care that he was eye-fucking my mom. Dude needs to learn a little respect, I mean...no fucking way."

At the pump up ahead was a very familiar camper van. As we drew alongside it, the passenger side window rolled down, and the tanned man leant out. "Howdy, hikers!"

Kyle glared at the driver with the kind of intensity that would curdle milk. "It's you."

"Y'know, I'm glad we bumped into each other again..."

"That makes one of us," Kyle muttered, not all that quietly.

"...I was hoping for a chance to apologise. We got off on the wrong foot and that's our bad. Nude Day can be a little, uh, startling if you're not expecting it. Let us sort you a cab back to Des Moines, y'know, by way of an apology."

The thought of a cab back to my house was appealing. In all honesty, I hadn't been over-the-moon at the prospect of a thousand-mile drive anyway. But I do love my son. And his protectiveness over me had made me reassess my attitude towards him. Maybe he wasn't really ashamed of me, after all. Maybe I'd been too harsh on him. He deserved the benefit of the doubt.

So, as Kyle began to brush off the nudist's offer, I interrupted. "That's kind, but I've got a better idea, if the original offer still stands?"

Kyle did a double take. "Mom?"

"Listen, Kyle, this party is important. Emily is going to be part of our family soon; I'm gaining a daughter. What kind of a mom would I be if I didn't try to get to her?"

"Yeah, but Mom--"

"--so, how about that lift?" I asked, ignoring my son's protest.

"Jump in! We'd be glad to have you. But if it's all the same, we'll keep our clothes off." The side door of the camper slid open and, for the second time that night, I was surprised by the sight of two naked passengers. "Name's Forrest, by the way. You know Rowan, and that's Willow."

Willow smiled dreamily at us. "I'm so happy you're joining us. It'll be nice to have a little female company." Her breasts were large for her frame and seemed to mesmerise Kyle, silencing his reservations, as he let himself be dumbly guided into the cramped compartment. "I know it looks snug, but you'd be surprised how much you can squeeze in here."

Two small benches faced each other over a foldaway table. One of the benches was piled high with canvas bags, leaving only a small space on the other, where Rowan was sprawled with his thick, flaccid cock draped over one broad thigh.

"Don't be such a boor, Rowan," Willow chastised, throwing a canvas bag from the other bench at him. "Move over!"

Our hosts rearranged the luggage so it was equally spread between both benches, leaving space of one person to squeeze on each. I raised an eyebrow pointedly, "By my math, we're short of a couple of seats."

"Oh, don't trouble yourself about that. We can go doubles." Willow manoeuvred herself around and planted her peachy tush directly on Rowan's lap. She wiggled her hips with exaggerated enthusiasm. "I've sat in worse places!"

It didn't take a mathematician to work out our options. Kyle looked at the remaining seat and then to me. I put on what I hoped was a brave smile. "It's fine. You don't mind giving your Mom a ride, do you?"

I regretted my choice of words as soon as they were out of my mouth. Colour rushed to Kyle's cheeks as he mumbled, "Course not."

My accidental innuendo wasn't the only thing I regretted; my light summer dress felt painfully inadequate as I settled gingerly onto the tight workout shorts hugging my son's lap. The thin material did almost nothing to separate our bodies. I could feel the heat of his thighs against mine, the tremor of his muscles as they clenched beneath me, and the soft mound nestling between my cheeks.

If only I'd known then how much worse things would get without those shorts, maybe I wouldn't have been so hasty to take up the nudist's offer. Or then again, maybe I would.

--

"Honey, can you stop moving so much?"

"Sorry, I'm just trying to get, uh, comfortable."

I did my best to take some weight off Kyle by hovering over his lap while he settled beneath me, but a sudden jolt of the camper dropped me back onto him heavily.

Roads in the 1970's must have been smoother, or else people had lower standards for their suspension systems, because even the smallest of lumps in the road jolted the old camper violently, forcing me to bounce on my son's lap with vexing regularity.

To make matters worse, the A.C system was on the blink, if you could even call it an A.C system to begin with. Which wasn't a problem for our travelling companions; barely a light sheen of sweat glistened on the naked blonde perched atop Rowan's lap, but little rivulets were trickling down my back and soaking into the thin fabric between my son and me until it felt like I was sitting in a clammy puddle. The thought of a thousand miles of that torture made my stomach drop.

"So, Willow, what are you travelling to New York for?" I asked, hoping to distract myself from my discomfort.

The blonde's breasts jiggled with the constant vibration of the camper as she replied. "We try to go back around this time of year. Nude Day is kind of a big deal where we come from; we like to celebrate it with family."

"Oh. You grew up together?"

I heard a muffled laugh from beneath Willow. "You could say that."

Willow swatted the broad thigh flanking hers and, for the first time, I gave thought to how she was positioned on Rowan. With her legs squeezed tightly together, I couldn't say for certain, but her butt had to have been directly on top of his cock.

Her butt. Or something else.

"Don't be such an oaf. It's their first Nude Day; they're still getting used to it." Willow chastised lightly before turning back to me with a reassuring smile. "You said your son is getting married?"

"That's right. I'm meeting Kyle's fiancé for the first time." A nervous titter escaped my lips. "I'm looking forward to finding out what she looks like."

Rowan leant around his passenger. "You've not met your son's fiancé?"

"They've been busy, y'know how kids are these days," I explained unconvincingly.

"C'mon, Kyle, show us a picture of the lucky girl," Rowan pressed.

I felt my son bristle bridle beneath me and the temperature between us seemed to go up a few degrees. "She doesn't do pictures; she's private."

"Sounds like a prude," Rowan said haughtily, provoking another slap on the thigh from Willow.

"Everyone's a prude compared to you. You've been a little exhibitionist since you were a kid."

"A big exhibitionist," Rowan countered, bouncing Willow on his lap. The bronzed blonde moaned in protest, a long, drawn-out sound that peaked with a strangely breathy gasp.

I was so keen to avoid another quarrel with my son that I almost felt grateful for the sudden warning from the driver's compartment. "We've got some roadworks up ahead. Hang on, it's about to get bumpy!"

We were rocked by a quick succession of potholes that shook the camper. Kyle's arms circled around my waist, holding me close to his body, as my butt bounced against his groin. The asphalt beneath the car had been torn up, leaving an uneven surface that we rumbled across like we were riding a Magic Fingers Vibrating Bed.

Pretty soon, I forgot all about the naked pair opposite me. My entire attention became focused on the damp material separating my tush from the lump growing beneath it. Is that..? I gulped dryly as the expanding problem nudged insistently between my thighs.

The car lurched over a dip. I slipped free of Kyle's grasp and fell face-first into Willow's lap. "Opps, I'm sorry, it was an--"

My nose filled with the hot, musky smell of pussy. For a gut-wrenching moment, I thought it was my own. But as Willow helped me up, her legs parted briefly, and the odour intensified. There was no mistaking it - I breathed in a deep lungful of her scent and knew for certain - Willow was aroused.

Something must have shown on my face as I glanced up at Willow. Fear? Surprise? Excitement? Whatever it was, it was enough. The brazen nudist actually blushed as she helped me up with an apologetic smile. "S'okay. No harm, no foul."

I was in such a rush to put some distance between my face and Willow's steamy pussy that I didn't give any thought to where I was putting my ass. As I dropped back onto my son's lap, I registered a startled, "Mom!" The next moment, I felt something hot and slick slide between my bare thighs.

I turned my head towards the window and pretended to be watching the passing scenery as I whispered urgently, "Kyle! Is that--"

"I...it's not...I didn't..." I felt the thing throb between my thighs and knew without a doubt what was sandwiched between them. "When you fell, your dress flew over your back. I tried to warn you but, well, I was, uh, rearranging myself and then it was too late!"

The rumbling intensified, making any further explanation impossible, and vibrating my soft, sweaty thighs around the slick length of flesh between them. I glanced nervously at the Willow, praying she hadn't noticed anything was amiss, but thankfully the naked babe had her eyes closed. Her head had lolled back onto Rowan's shoulder and she wore a curious expression - lower lip between her teeth, forehead creased with the beginnings of a frown.

Rowan's hands were draped over her thighs. At first, I thought it was to steady her against the lurching of the vehicle. But the longer I watched, the more it became clear that he wasn't holding her still; he was rocking her back and forth!

"Almost through the worst of it!" Forrest called from the front. "Hold on!"

Unthinkingly, I widened my stance to steady myself against the final onslaught. A heavy slap against the sweat-soaked fabric of my panties immediately made me realise my error. "Kyle!"

"I didn't do anything!" my son hissed into my ear. "You opened your legs."

Freed from the pillowy embrace of my thighs, his cock had sprung upwards and become trapped against my panty-clad pussy. I could feel the heat of my son's erection as it mashed into me, forcing my panties between my damp folds.

The camper keeled one last time, and then we bounced back onto the smooth road surface. We were out of the frying pan, but I was still in the fire; Kyle's rock-hard cock was grinding into me with the kind of persistence only a young man can muster. I called up to Forrest, "Could we have a toilet break soon?"

"Sure thing. There's a stop coming up in twenty minutes."

Twenty minutes with my son's sausage hotdogging my slick pussy? My heart was racing, my clit throbbing. I didn't want to enjoy it, I knew it was wrong, but my body couldn't tell one cock from another, and it had other ideas. It took every iota of willpower not to grind back into that hard stick of son-schlong.

I found myself sizing it up, calculating his girth and length as it slipped and bumped through my slit, nudging my saturated panties deeper and deeper between my engorged lips. Larger than I'd had in a while, by my estimations. In other situations, I'd have been impressed. But right then, it was a problem. A big one.

"Where...where's home in New York?" I asked Willow, just to take my mind off my predicament.

But Willow seemed equally distracted. "Oh, uh, we grew up in The Village. It's changed some since then, mind. I keep telling Pops he should move out but, uh, he's still an old hippie at heart."

Something Willow had said nagged at the edge of my mind, but the bulging cockhead grinding against my love button was making it hard to focus. "Your pop?"

It was Rowan who answered, leaning around Willow's shoulder with a cocky smile. "He loves Nude Day. It was bigger than Christmas in our house growing up."

"Oh god, Rowan!" Willow quivered and wilted on Rowan's lap. "I told you not to, ugh, spook them."

I fought through the fog of arousal, forcing my son's persistent erection from my mind, clutching at a revelation that seemed to slip from my grasp the harder I reached for it, until, suddenly, it hit me. "You're related?"

"Siblings," Rowan confirmed. "You see, that's why Nude Day is such a big deal to us. It's a day for family."

--

The side door slid open and a gust of cool night air blew into the humid camper van, whisking away the thick atmosphere of sweat and sex. Forrest stood in the opening, stretching his arms above his head, flagrantly exposing his ripped body.

"Shall we say, ten minutes before we hit the road again? We've got a couple more hours before we reach the overnight stop."

"S...sure," I stammered, reeling from Rowan's revelation and the constant stimulation of the big problem between my thighs. A problem that was about to become a whole lot bigger.

Because there was no way to get out of the camper without revealing my son's wardrobe malfunction to our hosts. As liberal as they seemed to be, I didn't want to risk our ride with the improbable explanation of our predicament. Fortunately, Willow saved me from that embarrassment.

With a deep sigh, the lithe blonde lifted herself off Rowan's lap, and the cause of her restless fidgeting, sweet-smelling sex, and breathy groans became abundantly clear. With a wet sucking noise, she peeled herself off him, revealing a cock that was rock hard and covered in a creamy, glistening fluid. Rowan let me gaze at the evidence of their misbehaviour, winking brazenly at me, before following Willow's sashaying butt out of the camper.

"Uh, Mom? Can you, y'know, get up?"

"Oh, yes, of course." The three nudists were already strolling across the rest station plaza, completely oblivious to the sound of necks snapping, which followed them across the forecourt. My pussy clenched as the thick intruder slipped free of it's folds. Ignoring my body's yearning for cock, I clambered out of the car and stood facing the gloomy woodland on the edge of the service area.

Kyle cleared his throat. "I'm...I'm going to use the restroom."

I was afraid that if I looked at him, he'd see something in my face that would give away my arousal, so I spoke to the foreboding woodland. "Good idea, honey."

There was a long pause, and then Kyle said softly, "Mom..." The cold glow of headlights washed over us as a car pulled into a parking bay behind us, shattering the moment. "...doesn't matter."

Gravel crunched beneath Kyle's feet as he followed the naked trio toward the service station, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the persistent ache between my thighs, until a loud vibration suddenly shocked me out of my trance. A light glowed beneath the bench Kyle and I had been sat on. A phone.

Mine was still in my clutch bag. And the nudists didn't have anywhere to hold a phone. It had to have been Kyle's. It was ringing. I picked it up and glanced at the screen. It showed a picture of a woman with flowing chestnut hair and warm brown eyes. It was me.

But the text above the picture said, Emily calling. I studied the image again and my perspective changed. It could have been me, fifteen years ago. The same brown hair, the same big bust, the same hourglass figure.

But there were subtle differences. A small nose ring. The edge of a tattoo below the cuff of her form-fitting tee. The cute smattering of freckles across her cheeks. It was her. My son's fiancé. Emily.

And she looked exactly like me.

--

"Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."

I was startled at the sound of Forrest's voice. He was alone, leaning on the side of the camper van, gazing at me with piercing blue eyes that seemed to know more than they let on.

"I...it's nothing."

He took a step toward me and gave my arm a reassuring squeeze. "You sure? It doesn't look like nothing."

Forrest had one of those faces that make you want to open up to them. "I just realised that...well, maybe I don't know my son as well as I thought I did."

"Families are complicated. Heck, look at us! We have to get naked just to get along."

I couldn't help but laugh. "But you do get along."

"Not all the time. We fight like any other family. But Nude Day is different. Being naked together, well, it changes things, strips away all the crap." Forrest's hand roamed up my arm to the cotton strap of my dress. He toyed with it, tugging it gently until it slipped over my shoulder. The neckline of my dress flared open, revealing the sweat-dappled curve of my breast. "It's easier to open up to each other when we're naked."

Like a rabbit in the headlights, I simply froze as the hunky nude pulled the other strap off. The dress fell in a heap at my feet, leaving me standing beside the camper in only my bra and panties. In the distance, I could hear Willow and Rowan approaching. My son wouldn't be far behind.

"Turn around." I obeyed Forrest's command and didn't protest when he unclasped my bra, letting it fall to the ground.

"I shouldn't be doing this," I whispered, as much to myself as to Forrest.

"Do it for your son. This might be the last chance you get to express your feelings for each other before he starts a family of his own. You owe it to him."

Forrest's fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties and peeled them over my hips. I stepped out of them, shivering as the cool night air kissed my naked body.

"Oh, sweet! You decided to join." I looked over my shoulder at Willow. She was holding Rowan's hand, smiling encouragingly, as the pair drank in the sight of my bare ass.

"I..."

"Mom!" Kyle stepped out from behind the siblings. His jaw damn near hit the floor. "Mom, what are you doing?"

"I..." Even if I'd wanted to back out, it was too late. And I'd seen the image of his fiancée. My doppelgänger. I was going all-in on that resemblance. It had to mean something. I turned to face him head-on. "I want to celebrate Nude Day. I want to celebrate it with my son."

Kyle's expression was impenetrable. His gaze roamed down my body, across my firm, puckered nipples, down to the tightly cropped landing strip of brown fuzz on my abdomen, before slipping to my puffy, pink pussy. A shiver ran up my spine, but it had nothing to do with the chill in the air. My son was staring brazenly at my pussy.

I watched his throat move as he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Cunt struck, I realised, my son was knocked sideways by his mommy's cunt. Finally, he mustered the strength to say one word. "Okay."

--

"I...it's not...I didn't mean to--"

"--s'okay. It's natural."

I reached down and took the source of my son's embarrassment in my hand. The damn thing looked even bigger in my palm, my fingers barely stretched around it. I forced it downward and dropped my butt onto my son's lap, angling his hard cock between my thighs for the second time that night.

Only this time, there was nothing to separate his rigid shaft from my dripping folds. My lips splayed around it and I gasped as my son's dick settled into my hot valley. The head was poking out from between my legs, purple and angry, swollen and glistening with a pearl of fluid at the tip.

Across from us, Forrest had switched with his brother, and Willow was settling on his lap. Her legs were splayed wide either side of his, exposing the hard length of cock splitting her pussy in two, the same way Kyle's was with mine.

The camper roared to life, vibrating with a rattle that made my son's cock feel like a rabbit against my clit. Pleasure emanated from our union, rippling through my body in waves that made my head spin and my pussy cream.

I leant back so my cheek was side-by-side with Kyle's and spoke softly into his ear. "When you were in the restroom, you missed a call."

"Oh, yeah?" I couldn't blame Kyle for sounding distracted. If his mom's pussy wasn't enough of a diversion, then the sight of the curvy blonde dry-humping her brother opposite sure was. Willow wasn't even bothering to disguise her gyrations.

"Uh-huh. Emily called." My son throbbed against my pussy and his body tensed beneath me. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you...tell you what?"

Willow reached between her legs and gripped hold of the bulging tip, smearing Forrest's sticky excretions across the sensitive flesh with her thumbs.

"Is that why you didn't introduce us sooner?"

"I don't know what...what you're talking about."

The siblings sighed in unison as Willow angled her brother's cock towards her opening and sank back onto it, sheathing him inside herself in one long, slow movement. I should have been appalled. Five hours ago, I would have been. But something had changed when I'd felt my son's hard cock beneath me. Or, rather, I'd been forced to confront something I'd been hiding from all my life.

"She looks just like me, honey."

Willow settled into an unhurried rhythm on her brother's lap. Each time she lifted herself off him, I could see the sheen of her arousal on his cock, smell the intoxicating odour of her sex. Subconsciously, I matched the blonde's cadence, dragging my folds along my son's throbbing cock.

"Mom..."

"It's okay, honey. I just wish you'd told me sooner. If I'd known--"

"--no, Mom!"

I noticed the sharp tone of panic in Kyle's voice a moment too late. A sudden splash of hot cream shot from between my legs, falling with a wet slap on my thighs. Instinctively, I reached down and covered my son's spewing tip with my palms and the next pulse sprayed directly into them and rebounded onto our entangled sexes.

"Oh god, fuck, Mom...."

Aided by the lubrication of his own spunk, his pulsing flesh slipped with agonising ease through my folds as he bucked and jerked beneath me, coaxing ever more cum from his pulsing cock. I felt it dripping onto my clit, bathing that sensitive nub with a warm slickness that made my legs shake.

"Let it out, honey. S'okay, just let it out." I looked up from my son's jizz geyser into Willow's eyes. She was watching me with a wry half-smile as she leisurely worked her brother's dick. I should have felt shame, but her gaze only spurred me on, challenging me with her unbridled freedom.

When it was over, his head slumped onto my shoulder. "Fuck. What have I done?"

I fought back the urge to taste the pool of son-spunk that had collected in my palms and instead reached for the panties I'd bundled into a heap at our feet, then wiped his load into them. "It's okay, honey. It's Nude Day. Just for today, it's okay."

"Fuck. Emily." Despite his protests, my son hadn't wilted at all. The vitality of youth amazed me. "I...I'm sorry."

"Don't apologise, honey. All this time I thought you were ashamed of me, but..." I left the sentence unfinished, not daring to declare my suspicions.

"I'm not ashamed of you, Mom. I kept you apart because--"

At that moment, a strangled cry tore our attention back to the siblings. Willow looked like she'd been struck by a thunderbolt; her back was arched, her breasts thrust towards us, her arms outstretched, hands curled into fists, toes bent. She froze for a moment, her body thrumming with barely contained energy, then snapped forward, shuddering with release.

"What the fuck?" Kyle gasped.

Willow was writhing on her brother's cock, her hips jerking back onto it, as she gasped with shuddering inhalations. It was one of the most erotic sights of my life. I realised I was matching the blonde's movements, sliding my pussy back-and-forth on my son's cock, lubricated by a cocktail of his cum and my own dripping honey.

"Mom...what are you...stop, Mom!"

But I couldn't stop. I'd been on the edge for hours, running from my desire. And my son's cock felt too good. I was soaring towards a peak, holding his shaft with both hands, pulling it tight to my needy clit, edging closer...

"Mom! Stop!" There was a sharpness to Kyle's tone that cut through my arousal. In an instant, I remembered I was a mother, his mother. I didn't resist when he pushed me forward towards his knees, his cock sliding through the length of my steamy pussy, catching for the briefest moment at my opening, before springing out from under me to bounce between us.

Willow and Forrest were lost in each other, the satisfied blonde purring on her brother's lap, but I caught a glimpse of a pair of eyes watching me in the rearview mirror that made me blaze with shame. How had things unravelled so quickly?

Only a few short hours ago we'd been like any other mom and son. A little dysfunctional, sure, but we had a relationship, of sorts. But I'd risked it all, on what? A single picture, a fleeting resemblance. The more I tried to recall Emily's face, the less sure I was that she really did look like me. Had I seen what I wanted to see?

I edged forward as far as I could until I was perched on the edge of my son's knees and sat in silence, withering at the repulsion radiating off my son, and wondering how we'd survive another day with the nudists.

--

The receptionist cast a bored eye over the siblings as she handed them a silver key attached to a blackened wooden toggle. If she had misgivings about accommodating three nudists, she didn't show it. It was the kind of motel where the staff weren't paid enough to ask questions. She scratched the wiry whiskers on her chin and turned her gaze lazily to me. "No more than three to a room."

Forrest smiled apologetically at me. "We only reserved one room. Sorry."

"Do you have any vacancies?" I asked.

The receptionist scrolled through her system with agonising slowness. "I've got an ensuite double. Would you like to see?"

"I'm sure it's fine." I just wanted the day to be over. "We'll take--"

"-- do you have anything else?" Kyle interrupted curtly.

I turned to my son with a question on my lips, but he stared steadfastly ahead, watching the receptionist repeat her laboured inspection of the booking system with unreasonable interest. "Got a single. A.C is out, but it's all I got."

"It's fine," Kyle slid his credit card across the counter. "Put them both on my card."

"Kyle, there's no need. We can share; it's only one--"

The look on my son's face silenced me. Without another word, he passed me the key to the double room. We followed the siblings down the corridor to our respective rooms, where Forrest announced that we'd hit the road at six the next morning. I wondered if we'd be joining them. Kyle's frosty silence gave me doubts.

"Goodnight, Kyle." I said hopefully.

My son hesitated with the key in the lock of his door. Then he wordlessly pushed the door open and disappeared inside the dingy room. I entered my own room and looked around the drab interior. The mattress squealed in protest when I sat on the edge of the bed. Through the paper-thin walls, I could hear the same sound coming from the siblings' room: a rhythmic creak of stiff springs that filled my mind with obscene images of the three nudists entwined in an incestuous union.

I was still staring at my reflection in the cheap television set long after the noises ceased when I heard a soft knock on my door. My heart skipped a beat; he'd come back, he wanted to make things right, he didn't hate me.

"Oh," I sighed, as I swung open the door, "it's you."

Willow radiated that freshly-fucked glow, looking even more vivacious and gorgeous than usual as she leant against the doorframe, totally nude. "Can I come in?"

"I'm kind of tired."

"I get it, your first Nude Day can be a lot to process."

The casual way in which the beautiful blonde flaunted her nudity while presuming to lecture me made something snap inside me. I swung the door wide open and squared up to her. "A lot to process? Do you have any idea what you've done? My relationship with my son is ruined because of you and your fucked up family!"

Willow's sympathetic smile only made me feel more patronised. "No one made you get in our camper van. You chose to take your clothes off. You both did."

The fire inside me slowly burnt itself out. I stepped to the side and gestured for Willow to come inside. "I'm sorry. You're right. It's all my fault. I ruined my relationship with Kyle. All because of a stupid picture."

It all came spilling out. Willow sat on the edge of my bed, listening patiently as I explained it all: Kyle leaving home, the distance that had grown between us, news of his new girlfriend, hearing second-hand about their engagement, the confusion, the hurt, the loneliness, and then an ultimatum, "she has to meet you before the wedding." All leading up to that night, the camper van, and my doppelgänger on Kyle's phone.

"I've ruined everything" I lamented, dropping face-first onto the mattress beside Willow. "What am I going to do?"

Willow's touch calmed me as she stroked my hair. "Do you know why we celebrate Nude Day?"

"Because you love fucking your brothers?"

"Well, yes," Willow laughed. "But that's not the only reason. We do it because it reminds us to be honest with ourselves every day."

"So you're saying...Nude Day isn't only one day of the year?" I asked, an idea forming in my mind.

"Exactly!"

"We should be naked every day?"

"Well, yeah, metaphorically."

"So if I learn to expose myself to my son, I will save our relationship?"

"That's not what I'm--"

"--I'm going to need your help," I interrupted, suddenly wide awake and euphoric with the sudden flash of inspiration. "Nude Day isn't over yet..."

--

"Mom! Where are your clothes?"

I was bent at the waist, ass hanging out of the side of the camper, feigning to be rearranging our luggage until Kyle found me. I looked back over my shoulder and tried to keep a level voice. "Didn't they tell you?"

Kyle's eyes were fixed on my swaying butt as he asked, "Tell me what?"

Exactly as planned, the three siblings strolled around from the back of the camper completely nude. "Happy Nude Week!"

"Nude Week?" Kyle groaned.

"Sure. Nude Day is just the beginning." Willow explained. "We get to do this all week."

"Great." Kyle's voice was dripping with sarcasm. "Do you really think this is a good idea, Mom?"

I turned to give him a full frontal view and his gaze flickered momentarily to my boobs. "It's only a few more hours, honey. Besides, it's roasting in there. Do you really want to be all cooped up in your clothes?"

All it took was a slight squeeze of my tits between my arms for Kyle to crumble. With a sigh, he began to undress. "Fine. But we have to get dressed before the Holland Tunnel. If Emily sees us..."

Kyle let us imagine the consequences of being delivered to his fiancé's door with his naked mom riding on his lap. Rowan and Willow reoccupied their seat from the previous night while I moved aside for my naked son to climb aboard. Butterflies swirled in my stomach as I noted his impressive cock was almost at half-mast already. By the time I'd backed my butt up towards him and was stalling with it thrust back towards his face, I was pleased to see he'd swollen to his full size.

This time, I forced his legs together before dropping onto his lap with legs spread wide on either side of his. I wanted to be in control, but Kyle had other ideas. At the last moment, he angled his cock flat against his stomach.

I spent the first hour of our journey with that thick stick of dick grinding frustratingly against my back, watching with envy as Willow edged Rowan with her pretty pink pussy, dragging her lips along his length with a self-control that amazed me. I wanted that, and more, but all I could do was grind on my son's thigh like a dog in heat as he withheld his boner from me.

I was beginning to worry that my risk had been in vain when Forrest called from the driver's compartment, "More roadworks coming up. Sorry folks!"

The camper lurched and Kyle's arms circled my waist protectively. I took his hands in mine, gripping them as though I was afraid, but subtly directing them lower until his fingers grazed against the coarse fuzz above my pussy. He tensed and tried to pull away but I held him fast and a few seconds later I felt him relax enough to allow me to guide him lower.

Our fingers were entwined and flanking my engorged lips. Looking down, I could see my clit peeking out through the folds, already erect and eager for what would come next. Incrementally, I inched our fingers closer to my lips, and finally laid our hands directly over my pussy.

"Mom...we can't..." A sudden jolt of the camper made him tense, and our fingers sank into my damp folds. We were cupping my pussy with our hands, our middle fingers immersed in my slick pinkness, the tips resting against my opening.

"Don't let go," I pleaded, as I slowly untangled my fingers from his.

Up until then, everything that had happened had been because of me. Now it was time to find out if my son wanted me the same way I wanted him. It was the moment of truth.

And, coincidentally, the exact moment we hit a huge pothole. The camper bounced into the air, Kyle tensed, and his middle finger slipped into my clasping cunt.

"Yes..." I moaned as the bouncing vehicle drove his finger in and out of my pussy. "Oh fuck...yes..."

Then I realised the bouncing had stopped. We were on the level. But my son's finger was still delving into my hole, curling up towards my G-spot as he ground my clit against his palm. He did want me!

With a quiet whimper, I reached back between our bodies and took hold of my son's cock. My pussy spasmed around his finger as I stroked it, revelling in his thickness, his length, the pronounced ridge of his glans.

I wanted it. But I knew I had to go slow. I had to make him want it as badly as I did. So I took my time, sometimes squeezing it, other times barely touching it, as I traced my fingers up the length of his shaft, feeling him shudder beneath me as I ran my thumb over his bulging tip, smearing the fluid I found there around his crown.


"Yes, honey. That's good...so good...keep doing that for mommy." I didn't care that Willow and Rowan could hear me. I didn't care who knew. All that mattered was the cock in my hand, the fingers on my cunt.

"Stand up..." He whispered it so quietly I almost didn't hear. "Stand up, Mom."

My heart somersaulted as I lifted myself off Kyle's lap. Willow reached forward to steady me, offering her hand, and I looked into her eyes. Maybe she saw my old anxieties rearing up in that moment of hesitation, because she smiled encouragingly and squeezed my hand. "It's okay. Don't be afraid."

With that, she let go, and I descended onto my son's cock, which was pointed directly at my dripping pussy, just as I'd hoped it would be. I paused with the tip barely inside me, legs trembling, as I struggled to acclimatise to the exquisite stretch and the mind-bending realisation that I was about to fuck my son.

Before I could wrap my head around that, we hit another hole in the road and I fell backwards, burying my son to the hilt inside my unprepared pussy. "Holy heck!"

"Fuck, I know, Mom. You feel...fuck." Kyle groaned softly as I ground my pussy against his lap, savouring the fullness as he explored places inside me that hadn't been touched in years.

I took his hands in mine again and lifted one to my breast, the other to my aching love button, granting him permission to explore my body as I gradually began to bounce on his cock, slowly easing more of his length through my over-stuffed tunnel.

My entire body was shaking as he drew circles around my clit. He rolled my nipples between his fingers, twisting and pinching them with just the right pressure to take me to the boundary of pain and pleasure. I was panting, throwing myself onto his cock, dragging his full length through my spasming cunt. "More...so good...need more."

"Lean forward," he ordered.

I lifted myself almost all the way off my son's perfect dick, pitching forward to rest my hands on Rowan's knees. The position brought my face towards Willow's pussy, which was stuffed with her brother's cock. I glanced up, groaning as my son slipped almost completely free of my oozing hole, and locked eyes with Willow as my son drove upwards, slamming every inch of his meat into my needy cunt.

"Fuck...that's a lot...that's...fuck!"

Kyle didn't give me a chance to recover. His hands gripped my hips and he pounded up into me, over and over again, setting a relentless rhythm that made my legs tremble. I could hear the wet squelching, the slap of flesh on flesh, feel my excitement dripping out of me, down my thighs, raining onto the floor below.

"Yes...give it to me, baby. Give it to mommy. I want it, fuck, I want it!"

Suddenly I was cumming, legs turning to mush beneath me, collapsing between Willow's thighs, my face so close to her stuffed pussy that it was all I could smell, watching through cock-drunk eyes as she rode her brother's dick, while my son fucked me through my first orgasm in months.

Eventually, the contractions subsided and I coasted off the peak. I reached back blindly, pressing against Kyle's body to slow him, then eased my well-used pussy off his cock.

There was confusion on his face, and disappointment as I turned to face him and pushed him back onto the bench. But it was only momentary. Then I straddled him, facing him as I guided his throbbing dick back into his mommy's pussy.

I went slow, working his cock with my pussy, showing him the way a woman makes love, guiding his face to mine, our lips meeting, kissing for the first time, like lovers. Then I eased back, resting with just the tip inside me, ignoring his impatient movements as he tried to sink back into my velvet embrace.

"Mom...I need it..."

"I know, baby. Mommy needs it too. But first, I need to know why."

"Why what?"

"Why did you keep me away from Emily. Were you afraid that she would see what I saw? That we're the same?"

"No, Mom. She knows. She doesn't care. Fuck, sometimes she even likes it."

That made my head spin and my pussy pulse. I wanted to take him then but I held off, waiting for him to explain. "Then why?"

"I was scared that...that if you saw her then you'd know. Know that I want you, Mom. That I've always wanted you. And I was scared you wouldn't want me back."

I don't know who kissed who, but our lips were entwined, our tongues exploring each other, urgent and needy, barely time to breathe, barely time to think, as I dropped back onto my son's cock.

I rode him hard, subtlety forgotten, guided by an animalistic lust, clinging to each other desperately as we each soared towards a climax that peaked at once.

"Mom...fuck, Mom...I'm gunna..."

"Do it! Fill me up, cum with me, cum in mommy's pussy!"

We cried out together as he exploded inside me, painting my insides with son-cum, and triggering a second orgasm that left sent me into a spasming, convulsing fit on top of him. Our bodies were one, pulsing in time, our existence narrowing to the single, throbbing heartbeat that became our entire universe.

--

We stood on the steps of the townhouse, waving at the camper van as it receded into the distance. Then we were alone.

"Do you think she'll like me?" I asked.

Kyle took my hand in his and squeezed it. "She's going to love you."

Would she feel that way if she knew her fiancé's cum was soaking into the panties that I'd hastily pulled on when we'd entered Manhattan? I wasn't so sure.

Kyle rang the buzzer and a cheerful voice answered, "Down in a second!"

In the steamy bubble of the camper van, everything that had happened had seemed so right. But in the bustle of the city, I began to have my doubts. My heart was pounding, my head began to spin. Emily was going to see that something was wrong. She'd find out what we'd done. I'd ruined my son's life.

"Kyle," I began, "I don't think this is a good idea. I think--"

The door swung open, and my words died in my throat. Standing in the doorway was my doppelgänger. And she was completely naked. She smiled broadly and threw her arms around me.

"Happy Nude Week!"