Take my son camping

I'll never forget what happened this weekend when we took our son camping for the first time. We didn't plan to bring him when we decided to go to this nudist camp, but the experience was so enjoyable for both of us.

My husband and I had decided to go on a more adventurous camping trip a long time ago, and our first sexual experience happened while camping together. So, holidays like this have special meaning for us.

For several years after our son Tony was born, we often took him with us. When he got older, we couldn't take him anymore. Later, my husband got a new job that required him to travel a lot, and we hadn't camped for many years.

Finally, my husband's company gave him a week off because of his seniority. Tony had just turned twelve, and we hired a babysitter to take care of him, which made me feel a little guilty, but this rare holiday offered the perfect opportunity to enjoy the sexual freedom of nudism alone, so we had no other choice.

We finally found a young female college student to be Tony's babysitter. Three days before our departure, she said she had a family emergency and couldn't come to take care of Tony. We were very disappointed. We couldn't change the dates because my husband had already scheduled meetings with clients, so we had no choice but to bring Tony along.

Originally, we planned to attend an outdoor couples-swapping camp, where we could do whatever we wanted, engaging in our novel and trendy partner-swapping sex without interference from the neighbors. However, those camps didn't allow children, so we had to switch to the family-style nudist camp we used to attend a few years ago.

Tony had attended nudist camps as a child, and being naked at home was natural for him. Occasionally, when my husband and I had sex, Tony would see or hear me moaning, and we both felt it was natural. Therefore, he didn't object to going to nudist camp with us.

After arriving at the campsite, we found a relatively secluded area, set up our tent, and started the stove. After we finished, we stripped naked and started playing pranks. My husband and Tony wrestled together, trying to grab each other's penises. When they failed, they ran over and tried to touch my breasts and slap my buttocks. My eyes were fixed on Tony's soft, trembling penis, and I felt incredibly happy.

While resting in the tent, my husband kept whispering in my ear that I should pay attention to his already erect penis because he needed to release it first. Tony didn't seem to notice his father's hints. I suggested that Tony go to the camp's swimming pool or stream to play with children his age.

He said he wasn't interested in playing with those immature kids. My husband told Tony there was a skate park not far ahead. Tony said he wasn't interested either. I was burning up and too wet to sit on the mat, and I was also very anxious.

I told Tony that there were many girls playing and swimming naked by the pool. He pretended to be uninterested at first and ignored my suggestion, but less than ten minutes later, he picked up a towel and walked towards the pool.

After watching Tony walk away, my husband and I immediately went into the tent, passionately embracing and kissing each other. Our bodies intertwined, twisting and rubbing against each other, almost lost in the moment. My toes twisted with excitement. My husband's hard penis pressed against my thighs. I pushed him onto his back and licked down his chest, my tongue circling his navel a few times. After licking the area where his thighs were crossed, I grabbed his penis and put it in my mouth. I love sucking on my husband's penis; it's so unique, warm, soft yet firm, filling my mouth, pressing against my tongue, rubbing against my lips. I love this feeling. Occasionally, I taste his semen, which sometimes is a bit unbearable.

Lately, he's been eating a lot of desserts, so I can tolerate consuming his semen. But if he eats cheese or beer, the semen I ingest smells so bad that I have to hold my breath and force myself to swallow it. That's not enjoyable during sex, but I have to acquiesce to please him.

After carefully sucking and caring for my husband's penis for a few minutes, he suggested we go outside to finish our sex. This was a risky act; nudist camps don't allow outdoor sex, but we were far from the designated nudist area. Hand in hand, we walked into a dense forest about twenty yards from our tent, finding a patch of ground covered in fallen leaves and moss to continue our unfinished intercourse.

I knelt in front of my husband, licking his penis until it was hard, then turned around, sticking my buttocks up to expose my vulva, kneeling before him waiting for penetration. My husband cooperated readily, thrusting in easily and beginning a pumping motion. During sex, we tried to suppress our moans to avoid being overheard, but the passionate release still produced gurgling sounds of pleasure.

I adjusted my position, my husband pressing close to my back, his hands on my shoulders, so that when he thrust forward, his penis could fully penetrate. I could feel the glans touching my cervix. For some women, this might be uncomfortable, but when it touched the cervix, it sent a chilling, shivering pleasure through my spine.

My vagina began to contract, and my husband, unable to withstand the contractions and expansions of my uterus, was about to ejaculate. Usually, he would immediately pull out of my vagina and wait for me to turn around. I would turn over, lie down, and spread my legs. He would kneel between my legs and thrust hard against my wet penis, ejaculating all over me. This time, there was more semen than usual, covering my entire body, even my face and eyes. Warm liquid, like rain, fell on my breasts and stomach. I giggled. Suddenly, when I wasn't expecting it, my husband pressed down on me, and his still-erect penis easily slid back into me.

Unfortunately, in order to reach orgasm, as I arched my back and thrust my buttocks upwards to show him the contractions of my vagina during orgasm, a sharp pain shot through my back—the pain after an orgasm—almost bringing tears to my eyes.

I think I twisted my back tendons from overexertion. My husband helped me up, and we limped towards the tent.

Our precious son was sitting on the ground next to the tent, reading a book, his hair still wet, his body still dripping with water from swimming… He must have just come from the pool and was waiting for us to return outside the tent.

"Mom! What happened?" my son asked in surprise as his father helped me closer to the tent.

"I twisted my back muscles. Swimming, were you okay?"

"Not bad."

Tony watched as his father helped me to a chair by the table outside the tent, while his husband went to the car to get an ice pack. I looked at Tony; he was still staring at my body. It turned out my entire body was still glistening with my husband's semen, and my pubic hair and thighs were also glistening with the fluid from my orgasm. Our eyes met, and I looked away awkwardly, still feeling that his eyes were exploring and wandering over my semen-covered pubic hair.

My husband returned with the ice pack and said, "Tony, help me help your mother into the tent and lie down." Tony put down his book and stood up.

"How can I help?"

"Unzip the tent."

As Tony unzipped the tent, my husband had already helped me up and moved me closer to the tent.

"I'll pull the tent flap outwards when I help your mom into the tent."

As I watched my 12-year-old son, naked, pull the tent flap outwards, the image of him pulling on a woman's labia suddenly flashed into my mind, and I couldn't help but laugh. My husband and son looked at me with strange eyes.

"Looks like you're okay," my husband joked.

"No, I just think it's funny."

Just as I finished speaking, I tripped at the tent entrance. Luckily, my husband caught me, but then a sharp pain shot through my

lower back, and I screamed. My husband and son grabbed me from both sides and pulled me into the tent. Finally, they got me onto the bed, lying flat on my back with an ice pack. As they adjusted the pillows, I saw my son wiping his hands on the floor. I looked down at my naked body; my breasts and stomach were covered in my husband's semen, which he had accidentally gotten on me when he and my husband helped me into the tent. I closed my eyes in embarrassment.

"Are you alright?" my husband asked with concern.

"I'm fine, I'll just take a nap."

He stroked my hair, kissed my cheek, and left the tent, leaving me alone inside.

I don't know how much time passed, but when I woke up, it was almost dusk. The only sounds were the chirping of insects and birds outside. Not wanting to move, I looked up.

My son was staring at my naked body from outside the tent. When I looked at him, he immediately pretended to read his book. It was obvious he'd been staring at me ever since I fell asleep. I thought to myself, it's normal for boys to be interested in mature, naked women.

"Where's your father?" I asked my son.

"In the bathroom," he said, looking at me.

A short while later, my husband returned, wiping his hands with toilet paper, preparing dinner. I sat up straight and suddenly felt my back pain subside. The ice I'd applied to my back had melted into a puddle. I grabbed the towel beside me and dried myself from head to toe.

"What a beautiful figure," my husband complimented. I turned around and looked over my shoulder. My husband and son were staring at my buttocks. My husband smiled at me, while my son looked a little nervous and looked away from the book he was reading.

"Thank you for the compliment," I said to my husband with a smile.

My husband watched me dry myself. As I dried the area between my thighs, he said, "I think you should trim your pubic hair."

Looking down at me now, I could definitely see the overgrown pubic hair; it definitely needed trimming.

"You should trim it too," he said, looking at the pubic hair on his drooping glans. I loved sucking his penis when he shaved it clean. Just like he loved eating my vulva, he was even more passionate when I shaved my pubic hair. I wondered if he had brought a razor this time.

After I finished cleaning myself up, dinner was almost ready. I asked Tony to set the table. Dinner included fresh grilled salmon and vegetables. As it gradually got dark, we lit lemongrass candles to add a romantic touch.

After dinner, my son asked if he could go swimming at the children's camp again. I asked him if there were lifeguards or adults supervising. He shrugged, saying he didn't know. His dad wanted to go with him to check, and Tony reluctantly agreed. The two of them headed towards the pool, while I cleaned the tent.

While packing, I found razors and shaving cream. Since I had nothing else to do, I decided to trim my pubic hair myself. I took out a small pair of scissors, placed the candle holder on the floor, sat on the edge of the bed with my legs apart, and first trimmed the excessively long hair. Then I closed my labia and applied shaving cream. When using the razor, I had to keep my legs as far apart as possible to make shaving easier. It took longer than I expected. Just as I was finishing, my husband came home. His eyes lit up, and he offered to help. I lay down so he could finish my work.

He carefully trimmed my pubic hair. He asked about my back injury, and I said it was healing quickly. I asked him how our son was doing at the pool, and he said Tony was adapting well. He reassured me that although the pool wasn't very deep, there were many lifeguards watching over it, so it was safe.

After trimming my pubic hair, he rinsed the uneven, curly hairs from the razor under the tap, cleaned my labia inside and out, and began licking my clitoris. Just as I was excitedly grabbing his penis, he pushed my hand away, saying, "We'll play later, and you can shave my pubic hair off too."

Full of excitement, with my genitals dripping with lust, he grabbed the glans and shaved all the pubic hair off his penis and testicles. After washing and applying shaving cream, he took the glans into his mouth, repaying his earlier teasing. When he was so hard he couldn't bear it and wanted to find a way to release, I laughed and stood up, saying, "Honey, we'll play later, I'm going outside for a bit and will be right back." He was repaying me for teasing me earlier.

I took toilet paper, a flashlight, and a toothbrush and went to the stream outside to prepare for bedtime cleaning. My husband, holding my still-erect penis, said, "If you don't give it to me before our son comes back, I'll have to take care of it myself." I also knew I couldn't have sex in front of our son. I made a face, deciding to get back at him for teasing me, and said, "Enjoy your self-pleasure." After mocking him, I headed towards the stream.

The campsite rules stipulated that urination and defecation must be 100 yards away from the stream. After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I followed the path to find a place to relieve myself. Luckily, I found a flat area without weeds. I put down my flashlight, squatted down to defecate, wiped myself clean, and then shone the flashlight on the campsite. As I approached our tent, I heard voices inside and stopped to eavesdrop.

"Feeling good, huh!" it was my husband whispering.

"Yeah," my son replied excitedly.

"You know, everyone does this."

"Really?"

"I do it when your mom won't let me." After a moment of silence, I turned off the flashlight, approached the tent, and peered through the window. Inside, a small fluorescent light illuminated the scene: my husband and son, each holding an erect penis, masturbating and chatting.

Seeing this unexpected scene filled me with excitement. I never expected such a wonderful thing to happen. I wanted to join in, so I circled around and entered through the tent entrance. When the two men saw me, they were still playing with their erect penises, thrusting them up and down.

"Hey! Honey," my husband said stiffly, "Our son and I were talking about masturbation."

"Really? What were you talking about?"

"Tony came back from swimming and saw me masturbating, so I told him to lie down. We talked about, you know, the girls he wants to date... He got hard when we got to the topic of interest, so he started playing with me too."

"Can I lie between you and join you?" I was so excited my legs went weak.

"Welcome." My husband and son moved aside to make room for me. I spread my legs, placing my left foot on my son's leg and my right foot on my husband's.

"Tony, this is how your mom masturbates," I said, pressing my clitoris with my right index finger and looking at my son.

"Honey, are you sure you want to do this in front of our son?"

"You did it for me first," I whispered in his ear.

I looked at our son; he was constantly playing with his penis. Watching that hairless shaft move up and down in his hand was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. A surge of heat gushed out, and I couldn't hold back any longer.

I rolled over and pressed myself against my husband: "Honey, I want you to fuck me." Then I turned to our son: "I want to have sex with your dad, is that okay?"

"Of course, it's fine," he shrugged. He was clearly very interested, his right hand gripping his penis, his eyes fixed on us. As I grabbed my husband's penis and pushed it into my vagina, I thought Tony's eyes must have popped out.

"Tony, it's okay for you to watch." I said as I enveloped my husband's glans in my labia: "Darling, you can only look."

Tony stood up, watching me hold his dad's penis and insert it into my vagina, in front of my buttocks. I was afraid he would lose control and push his erect penis against my buttocks, disturbing our intercourse. So I straddled my husband's waist, then looked back at my son with wide eyes and said, "Remember, you can only look, don't push against Mom's buttocks."

After he was fully inside me, I started to lie on top of my husband, passionately fucking him, my buttocks rhythmically slapping against his thighs, making a crackling sound. I would occasionally look back at my son, who was sitting below us, watching my bouncing buttocks and his dad's penis going in and out, masturbating.

"I... fucking... you slut, I'm about to come!" my husband yelled through gritted teeth. Clearly, with our son beside him, he was too excited to control himself and uttered swear words we'd never used during sex.

"Just shoot inside me!" I wanted to help him reach orgasm, so I lay down and hugged him. He gritted his teeth and thrust his hips against my lower abdomen—he was about to ejaculate. I thought it was too late. His body stiffened, and a hot stream poured into me. I tilted my head back and sighed in disappointment.

Suddenly, I felt a hot liquid, not inside my vagina, but outside, splashing onto my back and buttocks, mixing with my husband's semen as it flowed down my buttocks and onto his thighs.

I looked back and saw my son's one-eyed penis, trembling as he ejaculated onto my back. This sight reignited my lingering lust. My body trembled, went limp, and I collapsed onto my husband.

The three of us remained silent for a while. I rolled over on top of my husband, spread my legs, and lay on my back.

My husband and son sat on either side of me, watching me stimulate my clitoris to achieve orgasm. We fell asleep naked in each other's arms under the tent. I played with my son's penis, he explored my breasts, and my husband's arms embraced us.

The next day, we spent most of our time in the tent, instructing my son on how to make love, sucking his glans, and watching it disappear into my vagina after it became erect—it was truly pleasurable.

When we finished camping, the three of us calmed down and discussed our trip together. We reached a tacit understanding about when we could disregard ethics and incest and have sex together, and when we should respect each other's age and status.

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