After a few seconds no cock came. In shock, I looked behind me and there was my son, eyes closed, face contorted in strained pleasure, hips slowly, rhythmically thrusting. As he pulled back I could feel thick strands of my pussy juice attach to his cock falling on my ass and spreading out lubricating us both. I was starting to think I wanted to see it again. Stop making things worse I thought. But instead of having his back turned towards me like I was expecting to see, he was facing me. I decided the best thing to do would be to get the camp set up and get my mind off it all. Sure you won’t, you little perv, I thought to myself as I turned to go back into the tent. “Alright, let’s go.” I said. The only thing on my mind was that huge piece of meat being pleasured a few yards from me.
