Visitors at night

The Visitor at Night

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Catherine. Depson, dragging her weary steps, followed behind her husband Brian, hoping only to reach the campsite before nightfall. For days, Brian had chosen the path and led the way. Although they were already hot, dirty, thirsty, and exhausted, Catherine and their son, Sheve, silently continued to follow Brian forward.

The scorching sun not only mercilessly beat down on Catherine's skin but also reflected back from the stones, subjecting her skin to another severe test. Catherine heard Sheve panting and muttering something behind her. She stopped and turned to look over her shoulder, watching her son climb towards her. She couldn't help but envy his strong, young body. After watching for a while, she turned back with admiration and continued climbing the scorching, blinding stone path.

Catherine was drenched in sweat, which was even trickling down to the cleavage of her ample breasts. Her shirt and shorts were already soaked through from the effort of climbing the steep, rocky path! The

scorching rocks all around made her shorts cling tightly to her buttocks, constantly rubbing against her groin. Even more embarrassingly, it also made her sensitive clitoris erect. After a whole day, Catherine was on the verge of losing control and screaming.

If this didn't stop soon, Catherine was terrified, worried that she wouldn't be able to control the onslaught of clitoral pleasure and might force her husband to have sex with her in front of their son—that would be incredibly shameful!

As Catherine struggled with her desire, the three of them climbed higher and higher until the steep slope finally ended, and the path gradually became flat.

"I think we should find a relatively flat spot here tonight!"

Brian stopped, trying to control his panting from the climb, and said triumphantly, "There should be a stream nearby for us to fetch water!"

"What's with the swagger? Sounds like a victor's tone?"

Catherine muttered softly, swaying as she leaned against a tree trunk before sliding down to the ground with a thud. "I'm just too tired to go any further!"

The couple watched quietly as Shev struggled up the path, step by step, until he finally reached the top.

"Oh!"

Shev gasped, trying to calm himself, slinging his wide-brimmed hat over his shoulder like a gunslinger. He wondered if this vacation decision had been right. " Hey

, woman! Are you out of breath?" Brian said with a laugh. "If you are, I'll pitch the tent, and you go gather firewood. The sun's about to set, and we need some firewood to start a fire!"

Catherine sat under a tree, watching Brian open his backpack and take out the tent. She had only just begun to feel the sweat slowly drying, her skin feeling rough and sticky, which was very uncomfortable. She gave Brian a helpless and disgusted look, and reluctantly stood up.

"I'd like to see if there's a stream like you mentioned,"

Catherine said to Brian, then patted the dust off her backside, turned around, and trudged away from the campsite towards the woods fifty yards away.

"I wonder if it's a small stream where I can just drink some water? Or a bigger one where I can wash off all that filth?"

Catherine muttered to herself as she walked.

Remembering that Sheev was already helping to gather firewood, Brian stood up and shouted to Catherine, wiping the sweat from his forehead, but Catherine was already almost at the woods.

Although she was far away at the edge of the woods, and covered in sweat and dust, Catherine's figure was still incredibly alluring.
Watching his lovely wife walk into the woods, Brian silently told himself this, while his penis slowly hardened with passion. The

swaying of Catherine's hips as she walked was not only captivating but also arousing. Brian shook his head admiringly, barely managing to pull himself back to his work, trying to banish the tempting image from his mind and get the tent pitched as soon as possible.

As she approached the bushes, Catherine heard the heavy footsteps of Shrew gathering firewood.

"Hey, son!" Catherine called out loudly, quickly gathering several large branches and placing them under the shade of a tree. "Have you found a stream?"

"Yes!"

Shev grinned broadly when he saw his mother emerge from the bushes. "There's a nice pool over there. We can get drinking water and even soak in it. It's about three or four feet deep, and it won't be too cold. It's great to have such a pool!"

"I think I'll soak my feet there after dinner!"

Catherine's skin was sticky and uncomfortable, and she was desperately wanting a cool bath.
"I wonder if I can endure it for that long?"

she sighed, feeling the sand and salt on her skin stinging whenever she spoke.

"Maybe I should go back and get my clothes. While you guys are setting up camp, I'll soak my feet for a bit, and then you boys can wash them while I prepare dinner!"

"That would be great!"

Shev said, following his mother out of the woods back to camp.

Sev, his arms laden with wood, walked behind his mother, watching her firm, round buttocks sway back and forth with each step. He couldn't help but let his imagination run wild, even though he knew it was wrong. He couldn't control himself, especially the arousal from staring at his mother's short, tight shorts, which made his penis hard!

"Oh! Great!" Sev, engrossed in admiring the sway of his mother's buttocks, let out a soft, enthusiastic cheer when a large sway occurred.

"What? What did you say?" Catherine stopped and turned around, startled to see her son, nearly dropping the firewood from his arms.

"N-nothing!" Sev mumbled, feeling a little embarrassed at almost being caught staring at his mother's buttocks.

"Be careful!" Catherine cautioned, puzzled by her son's flushed face.
"Didn't I tell you you didn't need to bring all of it?"

"It's okay!" Sev replied, using the moment to reload his load to calm himself down.

With great effort, he managed to tear his gaze away from his mother's exciting "landscape" and happily follow her steps. However, despite his attempts to try and control himself, he couldn't completely tear his eyes away from his mother's round and alluring buttocks. Finally, without dropping any more logs in embarrassment, he staggered back to camp with his mother.

"Thank goodness!" Xuefu breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, his mother hadn't noticed that her "glass" had aroused her son, leaving him with a stimulating, exciting, and embarrassing moment.

As Catherine slowly approached the campsite, Brian eagerly asked, "Have you found the stream yet?"
"Of course!"

Catherine replied with a smile, her heart burning with anticipation for the refreshing feeling of the cool water washing over her skin. "I'm planning to let you and your son wash up first while you set up your tents, and then you boys can go after I prepare dinner, okay?"

"Great! Great!"

Brian chuckled. "I want to get myself all clean too!"

Catherine rummaged through her backpack and finally found a wrinkled but clean pair of shorts, followed by a small, suitable casual shirt, socks, and a towel. Turning her head slightly, she saw the father and son busy setting up their tent.

"Can I wash for thirty minutes and then come back?"

Catherine asked Brian, giving him a suggestive wink. By the time Brian came to his senses, Catherine had already headed towards the bushes.

"Get clean, honey!"

Brian called out with a smile behind her. "I'll wait for you here!"

Both father and son stopped what they were doing, watching intently as Catherine swayed and staggered down the path until her figure disappeared into the woods.

Although neither of them uttered a sound, they were both thinking about something similar. While the son greedily admired his mother's beautiful, alluring buttocks, the father pondered how he could still have sex with his lovely wife with his son beside him.

Then they returned to their unfinished work. Brian quickly pitched the tent and spread sleeping bags inside, while Shev lit a campfire, the flames crackling loudly.

After finishing his work, Dad started walking towards the bushes, heading towards the stream. When he was about fifty to seventy-five yards from camp, Shchev immediately ran towards the other end of the woods, glancing sideways at the camp until it was out of sight. He then carefully made his way to the stream, hiding himself behind the bushes on the bank, stealthily moving and peering until he heard Mom splashing water in the pool.

Shchev tiptoed closer to the pool, until he was behind the bushes at the very edge, close enough to clearly hear Mom humming a song as she bathed. He cautiously parted the branches and leaves, peering into the pool. When he saw Mom, he was almost in the water.

She stood naked at the edge, the water only knee-deep. Staring at her naked body, Shchev couldn't help but swallow greedily, his gaze immediately drawn to her large, round breasts. With every movement she made, her breasts swayed and trembled. Naturally, Shchev's penis, captivated by their beauty, grandeur, and allure, immediately hardened and pressed against his trousers.

Shchev thought to himself that nothing in the world could be more beautiful than them, like two fleshy, conical peaks, or works of art carved from pink marble. They resembled inverted rose-colored cups, topped with a purple grape—the nipple—protruding arrogantly from its center.

Shchev stared intently at her beautiful breasts, watching them writhe and tremble as his mother washed them with a ladle of water, his heart almost leaping out of his chest in temptation!

Shchev was lost in admiring his mother's captivating, magnificent breasts, forgetting everything else, until he realized time might be running out. He reluctantly shifted his gaze to her flat stomach, where he saw the wet, still-dripping, tangled, curly brown pubic hair covering her mons pubis, like a lush, twisted forest.

After thoroughly enjoying the sight of his mother's alluring curves and "valley," Shchef's penis throbbed with a painful erection. All he could do was continue to peep from behind the bushes. The sight of spring before him, impossible to approach, fueled waves of lust that were driving him mad.

Finally, just as Shchef was about to be consumed by lust, Catherine turned around and carefully stepped onto the edge of the pool. Shchef saw her ample breasts bouncing beautifully.

Catherine stood on the bank for a few minutes, letting the gentle breeze dry her, before picking up a towel from the ground and wrapping it around her body, concealing her breasts from Shchef's view. She

then walked away from the pool to the soft grass, happily tossing her long, silky hair, quickly using the towel to dry it. She then tossed the towel aside, returned to the bank, and enjoyed the comfortable feeling of the breeze on her bare skin, completely unaware that her son was lurking behind the trees, watching her.

Catherine, completely unaware, lay naked, revealing another facet of her body to her son. Shev knew this body was far more alluring and beautiful than he had secretly imagined.

There was no more beautiful bottom in the world—firm yet soft and smooth, like the skin of a newborn baby, but far more sensual.

Gazing at his mother's buttocks, Shev realized that her curves were not only long and graceful, but her buttocks were the biggest contributor. If they didn't bulge in the right places and contract at precise curves, they wouldn't evoke such a powerful surge of lust. His mother bent down to pick up her shorts from the floor

, a gesture that made his erect penis tremble. Shev had to take deep breaths, struggling to control himself to avoid overstimulation and ejaculation.

As his mother slowly and lazily lifted her long, rounded legs and slipped them through the pant legs, Shev immediately turned his head with lust to admire the view from below. This was the first time he had seen his mother put on pants, and it also made him realize that she would be walking around the camp without underwear that night. The thought of this triggered another wave of lustful stimulation, relentlessly assaulting his already throbbing and aching penis.

Before he could even touch his lustful body, he noticed his mother had put on a shirt, buttoned it up, and covered her ample breasts. He couldn't believe that his mother wasn't wearing underwear or a bra. That meant she wasn't wearing anything underneath tonight!

He could no longer control himself. He reached down, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his throbbing penis, preparing to masturbate. But as soon as he gripped his penis tightly, a gush of hot semen erupted uncontrollably, spraying out like a burst dam! ...

When Catherine sat on a towel and put on her socks and shoes, he knew it was time to leave. He quietly slipped away from the riverbank, away from his mother, away from the woods. From beginning to end, Catherine was completely unaware that her son was openly spying on her, even masturbating in front of her naked body!

Because his erect penis, as hard as an iron rod, was pressing against his groin, it was extremely difficult for Shchef to slip away quietly and quickly. After navigating several uneven terrains, he finally found a place to settle his hard penis, allowing him to continue his journey without pain.

However, as he sneaked past an acre of low bushes, a hard branch, like a baseball bat, grazed his erect penis, causing Shchef to fall to the ground in pain, almost crying out. He

hastily got up and continued on his way, gathering as much firewood as possible as an excuse. His mind wandered to the alluring image of his mother walking back to camp, her large, round breasts bouncing freely and unrestrained within her clothes, a lewd smile creeping onto his lips at the thought.

After gathering enough firewood, they slowly walked back to the campsite. As they approached, Xuefu saw his mother standing by the campfire with her back to him. His gaze involuntarily drifted to her alluring, beautiful buttocks. Knowing she wasn't wearing anything underneath, admiring her cute, seductive backside only heightened his excitement and arousal.

"Hey! Where have you been?"

Hearing footsteps, Catherine turned around and saw Xuefu, asking anxiously, "We were so worried!"

"Look! Look at all this wood!"

Xuefu averted his eyes from his mother's, lying, "I think we should have enough firewood for tonight!"

"Oh?"

Catherine smiled as she watched her son place the firewood by the campfire, noticing the bright blush on his cheeks reappearing from earlier that day. She muttered to herself, "Isn't it cold tonight?"

Feeling his face burning with embarrassment, Xuefu immediately turned and went to his backpack, bending down as if looking for something to hide his awkwardness.

"Did Dad leave about fifteen minutes ago?"

"I don't know?"

Xuefu answered without thinking, taking out a few clean clothes and standing up.

Turning around, Shchef saw his mother squatting by the campfire, busily preparing dinner, unaware that her clothes were bulging, giving her son another unobstructed view of her alluring breasts and cleavage.

Shchef's eyes were glued to those tempting, beautiful breasts, staring blankly at them until his mother looked up at him, wondering why he hadn't left.

Seeing her son staring wide-eyed at her breasts, Catherine asked in surprise, "Hey! Huh?"
Looking down, she realized she was completely exposed; her entire breasts were now visible to her son.
"Ugh! Oh dear?"

Catherine muttered, sitting up straight and pulling her shirt up to quickly cover her exposed breasts.
"Won't I expose myself again? Oh!...Ugh!...I...Ugh...Oh my god!"

"Good...good...bye!"

Shov was too embarrassed to speak, stammering as he quickly left and headed for the pool.
Kneeling by the campfire, absentmindedly preparing dinner, Catherine wondered why Shov had been blushing so often since they arrived at the camp. She only understood when she caught him staring at her breasts. But that didn't explain the earlier incident. Catherine thought maybe it was from the sun, but was that really it? She couldn't be sure. Speaking of embarrassment

, Catherine pondered, she was already filled with desire. If she couldn't get Brian's enormous "equipment" in a short time, she might be the one feeling embarrassed. Unfortunately, it wouldn't be convenient for the three of them to squeeze into one tent tonight. Maybe she should think of a way to seduce Brian.

Thinking of the benefits of her husband's erection, Catherine immediately felt the pleasurable sensation of his large penis filling her lower body.

This thought intensified her desire, almost preventing her from preparing dinner. After a great deal of effort, she finished cooking and, while waiting for the men, moved things around to a suitable position to keep them warm without burning them.

She stood up and stretched, relaxing her tired muscles. Catherine wondered if she should call the men. Just as she was about to call out, a playful idea flashed through her mind. She decided to sneak over and see if she could secretly peek at her husband's magnificent penis before dinner, satisfying her craving with a fleeting thought. She

checked the dinner again. Then she hurriedly left the camp and headed towards the pool. She tried to hurry, hastily weaving through clumps of low bushes, carefully trying to avoid making a sound as she passed through the tangled deadwood. Although this added several minutes to her journey, she still reached the pool in time. Reaching the pool's edge, she looked around for a place to peek, and then, peeking through the concealing bushes, she spotted a figure.

Catherine secretly moved behind a clump of trees—coincidentally, the same clump where Sherman had spied on her earlier. She
then furtively peeked at her husband and son.

Both men were standing in the water, which was only knee-deep. Peeking over, she saw Brian facing her. Catherine immediately and gently lowered her gaze to his enormous, hanging penis. That single glance sent a surge of heat through her body, stimulating her vagina to throb and spasm. She was always amazed at how huge Brian's penis always seemed.

Even now, hanging softly between his muscular thighs, it was at least eight inches long; she could imagine that when it was erect and throbbing, it must be ten to eleven inches!

The thought of that enormous thing penetrating her made Catherine's vagina immediately wet with desire. She hoped that when she peeked at her son later, her lower body wouldn't be overflowing with lustful fluids like it was now.

Although she felt a little guilty, she couldn't help but admire the strong muscles of her son's back, thinking, "His back is so beautiful!"

Her gaze then slowly wandered over his back, even to his firm buttocks and strong legs: "Without realizing it, my son has grown into a very fit young man!"

Just as Catherine was about to turn her attention to her husband, she saw her son slowly turn around, facing her. This glance almost made her faint with shock. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. When she realized she was staring at her son's enormous penis, Catherine was filled with doubt and fear, almost unable to breathe.

The huge, engorged, and erect penis hung from his stomach like a gigantic, evil python. She couldn't believe it was so big. Not only that, it looked like it was already swollen and hard with lust, but that wasn't the case. When Shef moved it with his hand, it was so soft, yet so wicked!

Even at its current size, it's at least two or three inches longer than his father's, and he's still developing... Oh... Catherine knows she shouldn't be staring at her son's huge penis, but she just can't take her eyes off it.

When she feels a rush of blood to her vagina, her knees inexplicably weaken, and she almost collapses, having to lean against a bush. Then, as if to confirm her wickedness, she feels a large amount of vaginal fluid gushing from her vagina, seeping onto her inner thighs, her entire vulva and thighs covered in sticky nectar. She remembers this is probably the most she's ever gushed, and what's worse and more shameful is that it's all because of her son.
Catherine still can't take her eyes off her son's body, and what terrifies her even more is that her son reaches out and grasps his penis, starting to slide it up and down, then squeezing it more roughly.

Unaware that his mother is watching, Shev turns to look at his father, making sure his father isn't paying attention, before slowly and gently sliding and thrusting his penis in and out again.

To Catherine's horror and dread, she watched as Shchef's enormous penis slowly swelled and hardened, becoming not only huge but also incredibly strong.

Just as Catherine was about to lose control, she suddenly heard her husband's voice: "Hey!?... It's time to go back! I think Mom has prepared dinner, right?"

"Oh, I... um... okay!"

Shchef stammered, quickly sitting in the water to hide his erect penis. "I'll get up in a few minutes."

As Catherine stared at Shchef, Brian had already reached the edge of the pool, climbed ashore, and walked onto the grass. Catherine immediately staggered and tried her best to remain silent as she retreated from the bushes, wishing she had wheels to run back to the campsite as fast as she could. But strangely, the forest seemed endless, and she could never reach the edge.

Finally, when she was panting and almost exhausted, she saw the campsite. Upon arriving at the campsite, Catherine immediately went to the campfire and pretended to work, making herself appear as if she had been there the whole time.

Suddenly, Catherine felt a cool sensation in her lower body. Looking down, she exclaimed, "Wow...oh..."

Her shorts were already soaked with the vaginal fluid flowing from her mons pubis! There was no time to change, so she quickly looked around, trying to find a way to cover the stain. Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed into her mind: "Yes! That's it!"

Catherine grabbed her water bottle and splashed water all over her shorts. She stood up and wiped away the excess water. Just then, she heard footsteps approaching the campsite along the path.

"Who?...Who is it?... " Catherine shouted.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Brian asked as he walked towards her.

"Oh! Nothing, you just startled me and made me spill water on my shorts!"

Catherine muttered, wiping her wet shorts again.

"Really? You got yourself wet?" Brian laughed mischievously.

"Hey, old man! You're so annoying! What are you laughing at?" Catherine complained.

Bend down by the campfire, Catherine smiled contentedly at her successful scheme.

"Where's Sheev?"

Catherine asked casually. "Isn't he with you?"

Brian dipped his finger into the food on his plate to taste it, then replied, "He said he'd be back in a few minutes."

"Hmm...not bad!"

"Don't put your hands in your dinner!"

Catherine snapped. "Mind your hygiene!"

Catherine herself felt ravenous, so she served Brian and herself some food. The couple opened a bottle of wine and sat under a tree to eat.

Sheev, however, dragged his weary body back to the camp when they were almost finished. Catherine couldn't help but steal a glance at his groin, surprised to find that the area was still arrogantly swollen.

"The food's over by the campfire!"

Catherine told him, guiltily averting her gaze from that dreadful area. "After you finish eating, could you please wash the dishes?"

Shev, while serving himself, mumbled, "Sure, no problem!"

Then the three of them quietly ate their food.

After the meal, Brian handed his son a flashlight, saying, "Go wash by the sink! It's cleaner there."

"While you wash, we'll tidy up the bedding for tonight!"

"Okay!"

Shev replied, snapping on the flashlight and heading towards the sink. "If I'm not caught by a ghost, I'll be back in a bit!"

"Be careful, there might be snakes!"

his mother worriedly warned. As soon as she said it, she realized the other meaning behind the words and blushed with embarrassment.
"Really? Mom!" Shev replied sarcastically as he slowly walked down the sink.

As soon as Shev disappeared from their sight, Brian immediately pulled Catherine close, kissing her passionately. He greedily thrust his tongue into Catherine's mouth, then they sucked, licked, and intertwined.

Catherine pressed her large, soft breasts against his chest, while simultaneously reaching into Brian's pants, immediately finding his engorged penis and grabbing it without wasting a second.

"Oh! My God! I've been wanting this for so long!"

Brian finally couldn't hold back any longer, panting as he pulled down his pants. "The worst part is, I only brought a tent. Tonight, I'm really looking forward to fucking your fat cunt hard!"

"He doesn't even know I want his big cock inside me, I've been thinking about it all day!"

Catherine muttered to herself, stroking his hard penis up and down with her hand.

"Come on! Quick! Let's have some fun before Shev comes back!"

Catherine said breathlessly, grabbing Brian's hand and forcefully pulling him into the tent.

Upon entering the tent, Catherine immediately pushed her husband down, roughly pulling his trousers down to his knees. With the trousers undone, his enormous penis sprang forward, erect. Catherine wasted no time, nimbly bending down and passionately sucking his large penis into her mouth, her hands wrapping around and gripping the remaining shaft.

Due to the roughness and intensity of her sucking, Brian groaned with pleasure after only a few strokes. This intense action not only shocked him but also quickly brought him to a fever pitch.

Like a bewitched woman, Catherine frantically sucked her husband's hard, trembling penis up and down with her wet, cherry-like mouth. Her hands gripped and twisted the shaft tightly, as if she wouldn't stop until she squeezed out every last drop of semen.

With each up-and-down movement of Catherine's head and hands, Brian drew ever closer to orgasm. Suddenly! Catherine noticed his penis swell, and she knew it was time.
No sooner said than done, Brian felt a sudden tightening in his testicles, and thick, hot, sticky semen gushed out in spurts. Catherine swallowed it all, not a drop was wasted, and at the same time, she took the entire penis into her mouth, almost reaching her throat!

"Oh...I...oh...so...good...oh...oh...good..."

Brian groaned breathlessly, his buttocks involuntarily thrusting forward again and again, deeply penetrating his massive penis, already oozing thick semen, into his wife's throat. For a long, long time, he finally withdrew his penis.

Feeling her husband easily withdraw his penis, she felt a sudden emptiness in her heart. She immediately moved, gently taking the glans into her mouth, then lightly biting the ridge of the glans with her teeth, slowly scraping towards the urethral opening, before taking it back into her mouth. This repeated play brought Brian unparalleled pleasure. Finally, she licked the remaining semen from the urethral opening into her mouth with her tongue.
"Mom, Dad, I'm back!"

They heard voices outside the tent. "Thank goodness you weren't snatched away by a ghost!"

"Oh! Damn!" Brian muttered under his breath.

Catherine immediately spat out his penis, sat up, and gave Brian a wicked grin.

"Is something wrong?"

Brian muttered, quickly pulling up his pants while muttering under his breath.

"Is everything washed?"

Catherine shouted, then wiped her mouth. "Put the dishes in Dad's backpack. We're making the bed, it'll be done in a few minutes."

"Hmm..."

Shev complained, "What? Like I'm a slave?"

Then they heard Shev shove the dishes into his father's backpack with a clattering sound.

When Brian was sure the noise outside the tent had stopped, Catherine gave him a lewd smile, slowly sticking out her tongue and licking around her lips, cleaning up any remaining residue.

"Mmm...delicious...delicious..." Catherine whispered to her husband.

"How's that? Enough?"

Brian chuckled, then slipped his feet into the sleeping bag, easily sliding in completely.

Catherine unbuttoned her short-sleeved shirt, folded it neatly, and carefully tucked it under the sleeping bag. Knowing Brian was staring at her large, plump breasts, Catherine deliberately swayed her breasts seductively, then leaned forward and pulled down her shorts.

"Hey, woman?"

Brian muttered in surprise, "You slut, you're sleeping without pants?"

"Why haven't I heard you complain before?" Catherine asked with a gentle smile.

Since her shorts were still wet, she left them outside to dry, then sat naked back in the tent, slipped her feet into the sleeping bag, slid down next to her husband, and curled up to snuggle up to sleep.

"You're sleeping naked in the same tent as Shev?" Brian asked suspiciously.

"What? Can he see through the sleeping bag?"

Catherine rubbed her large, soft, warm breasts against his chest, grinning with her teeth showing.

"I don't know if this is a good thing,"

Brian said, pulling her into his arms. "What if I get too aroused later? Will that sound wake him?"
"Hmm, is that sound tempting?"

she replied with a pleasant shrug, then called out loudly, "Hey, Sheve!"

"Put out the campfire and come in to sleep. We're all already in our sleeping bags!"

"Okay,"

Sheve responded, pouring a large bucket of water to extinguish the fire. "Coming right away!"

Reaching behind her, Catherine found her husband's penis was limp and lying there obediently. It seemed she would have to wait a while before she could enjoy it again.

The scene she had witnessed earlier, and the stimulation her husband had given her, still excited her greatly. Her lovely, lustful fluids were still slowly seeping from her swollen, feverish vulva. She longed for Brian to insert his big cock immediately, but now she had to wait for it to recover.

Perhaps she could persuade Brian to fuck her after Sheve fell asleep, but for now, she could only wait patiently. Thinking of this, Shchev staggered into the tent, nervously asking, "Won't it be too dark if I put out the fire?"

"Will it?" Catherine said with a smile.

She and her husband listened carefully to the sounds of Shchev preparing his bedding, and finally they heard him slide into his sleeping bag and lie down to sleep.

As she waited for Sheve to fall asleep, Catherine recalled what she had seen at the pool that evening. She was quite certain that her son's penis was enormous. But then again, Brian's was large too; perhaps Sheve inherited it from his father, only he had surpassed him.

Catherine felt a pang of guilt. She loathed herself for constantly thinking about her son's large penis, but she just couldn't stop herself from thinking about it.

Finally, exhaustion overcame her wandering thoughts, and she felt herself gradually drifting off to sleep…

After falling asleep, she began to dream. In her dream, she was sleeping in a grove of trees beside a calm river. Soon, she woke up thirsty and went to the river to quench her thirst.

Suddenly, she heard something splashing in the water. She stood up and found herself completely naked, but she still looked around, searching for what was in the water.

She parted her long brown hair in front to cover her breasts, and then, to conceal her nakedness, walked into the river, slowly moving towards the source of the rushing water.

Finally, she tiptoed behind a bush, gently and slowly parting the branches.

Looking out, she saw a wide, shallow area where a naked man stood in the middle, his back to her. From his back, she could see that the man's muscles were very well-developed, and his buttocks were firm. Because his back was turned, Catherine couldn't tell what he was doing or why he was making such a loud noise. However, it seemed he was struggling with something in front of him.

Just then, Catherine finally recognized him—it was her son, Shchef.

As she looked at him with a wicked curiosity, Shchef slowly turned to face her, and Catherine realized he wasn't struggling with anything.

Shepherd was masturbating, but his penis was incredibly thick, as thick as if he had his hands wrapped around it. What surprised and astonished her even more was how long it was—the enormous purple glans could even fit into his mouth! Watching her son

play with his thick, long penis, Catherine saw Shepherd lean forward and suck on the enormous glans.

Seeing him masturbate while sucking on the glans, she suddenly felt a burning, unbearable urge in her vagina.

Seeing her son slowly sucking on his elephant-trunk-like penis again and again, the absurd lust aroused within her vagina intensified, transforming into a wicked fire that fiercely engulfed her entire body.
This intense lust, striking her breasts, stimulated her nipples, causing them to harden and swell with a lewd glow.

Finally, her son swallowed his penis completely, his dangling testicles seemingly suspended in his mouth, while his body appeared even more contorted, looking like a sadistic, lewd monster.
Seeing this, she unconsciously hid behind a bush, only to find her son had moved closer, staring at her from behind the bushes. When he glared at her, Catherine felt the entire bush disappear, leaving her standing naked before him.

As she tried to cover her naked body, she saw her son raise his head and slowly slide his enormous, wicked-looking penis out of his mouth. Finally, only the huge, spherical, purplish-red glans remained in his mouth, and he began masturbating again.

Then, while violently playing with the monstrous thing, he waded through the pool towards her.
Suddenly, Catherine found herself lying there, her son standing between her spread legs.

She waited, breathless, staring at her son, who was now erect, fondling his enormous penis.

Finally, Shchef completely withdrew his penis, bent it, and thrust it into her. Catherine could only watch in horror as her son's penis began to ejaculate large amounts of thick, creamy white semen. It felt like this scalding milk; even if it didn't burn her skin, it would cause blisters.
The thick, viscous fluid continued to gush from his penis, quickly covering her. When it stopped, Catherine found herself submerged in her son's hot, thick semen.

Just as she was about to drown, Catherine jolted awake, lying there frozen, only regaining her senses several minutes later, realizing it was a dream!

However, because it was so vivid, realistic, and clear, she couldn't calm down. She felt as if her whole body was burning with intense excitement, and her forehead was covered in sweat.

Lying there, her breathing slightly labored, she suddenly felt something slowly moving across her sleeping bag. Terrified, she thought, "Could a snake have gotten into the tent?"

Holding her breath, she lay there stiffly, afraid to move lest she disturb what she thought was a snake, a spider, or something else.

She hoped, with dread, that this thing would move away quickly and end the nightmare. But it showed no sign of stopping, continuing to slither across the sleeping bag.

What was it? As it moved, it moved to her chest, then upwards. As it rose higher and higher, Catherine's heart pounded faster and faster.

Then, it slid off the sleeping bag and down to her shoulder. It was a hand! A hand! The hand then stealthily reached into her sleeping bag.

"Oh..."

Catherine secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed Brian was aroused and wanted to play with her some more.

Then she noticed the hand slowly and stealthily moving from her shoulder to her breast. Based on past experience and intuition, Catherine realized this wasn't Brian's hand.

What was going on? She was completely confused!

As it continued to caress her breast, Catherine finally recognized it—it was Shev, Shev's hand!
"What is he trying to do?"

Catherine wondered to herself. "Could he be touching my body unconsciously in his sleep?"
Now, Catherine really didn't know what to do. She only knew she should stop him immediately, but she didn't want to frighten Shev or cause an unnecessary commotion.

Catherine tried to consider various possibilities. If he was unconsciously acting in his sleep, what did it matter? But what if he was awake? Then... no, no, no... Catherine was certain he wouldn't do such a thing if he were awake.

Thinking this, Catherine lay there quietly, letting her son's hands caress her body, single-mindedly calculating how to seize the crucial moment to turn the tide.

But she noticed that Shchef's hands were subtly sliding lower and lower. It seemed to have a specific purpose, rather than wandering aimlessly.

What frightened Catherine most was that when Shchef's hands moved over her breasts, touching her soft, alluring nipples, she felt waves of lust wash over her.

How could she be automatically aroused by her son's touch?

She felt an irresistible force stimulating her, making her crave her son's enormous penis immediately penetrating her hot, plump vagina.

Although she knew these thoughts were lewd, obscene, and immoral, she couldn't stop herself from thinking about them.

Incredibly, she even allowed Shchef to gently caress and play with her nipples until they hardened and became extremely sensitive.

Finally, Catherine noticed his fingers moving away from her trembling, erect nipples and trying to move further down her body.

Thank goodness! His hand was blocked by the zipper of the sleeping bag, unable to move forward.

Just as she was secretly pleased that she was about to be saved, she noticed that his hand had returned to its original position, playing with her aroused nipple again, and then reaching to the back of the sleeping bag.

Thanks to her wishful thinking, she now shamefully heard Shchev secretly and gently pulling down the zipper of the sleeping bag, making a soft "click, click" sound in the quiet night!

She had thought he would stop, but now he was even bolder!

Although she hoped he would stop, she deliberately ignored his continued actions.
While waiting for Shchev's next move, she was tormented by two extreme emotions, hatred and excitement, making her restless and anxious. Although it was wrong and immoral, it was exciting and stimulating!

"What should I do?"

Catherine asked herself. If she didn't take action soon, it wouldn't be long before Shchev would explore her plump, wet vagina.

"What should I do?"

Finally, Catherine decided to take action. "Hmm..."

she groaned, turning her body closer to the zipper of her sleeping bag, subtly spreading her legs as wide as possible.

She could clearly hear the startled gasps of Shchef as he quickly withdrew from her.

Hoping to scare him away, yet also hoping he wouldn't be frightened, she lay there quietly, waiting and watching, caught between these conflicting emotions.

For several minutes, there was no sound; everything seemed to have fallen silent.

Suddenly, she felt a slight breeze on her skin; Shchef had once again lifted her sleeping bag.
Catherine felt restless, as if on pins and needles, yet she also anticipated his actions.

Finally... he acted! He acted! She felt Shchef's fingers gently brush across her thigh, feeling him tenderly caress her skin for a second or two before quickly moving away, probably afraid of waking her.

A second or two later, seeing she hadn't moved, his hand returned, boldly and gently stroking her thigh.
Seeing that she still didn't move, Shchef became bolder, gently caressing her warm, smooth legs.

As his trembling hand caressed the base of her thighs, Catherine realized he was searching for her alluring secret.
His fingers slowly crawled upwards, finally reaching the area of curly pubic hair. The

moment his fingers touched the curly pubic hair covering her secret place, she heard his breathing become very unnatural.
This series of movements made her feel waves of stimulation and excitement through Shchef's fingers.

Catherine had forgotten that the other person was her son, completely enjoying the stimulation and excitement brought by this forbidden act!

She felt as if she had returned to her teenage years, the shy anticipation of her partner touching that place on her first date.

So even though she knew this was taboo, and knew that if it continued, it might bring them disaster, she had completely succumbed to this forbidden desire.

For her, the Three Cardinal Guides and Five Constant Virtues, the principles of human ethics and morality, were nothing compared to the stimulation and the youthful pleasure that Shchef was giving her, leading her back to the joys of her girlhood.

To put it bluntly, she was neither able nor willing to stop things from continuing.

As her son's hand slowly moved, through the tangled pubic hair, and reached her wet, waiting-to-be-played secret cave, Catherine could no longer control her breathing, gasping incessantly. Her vaginal opening was already overflowing with the lustful fluid that had flowed out in anticipation of his fingers.

Catherine knew she had to stop, but the intense passion coursing through her nervous system had already left her limp and unable to move.

Suddenly, a spasmodic pleasure surged up from her clitoris; Shchef was rubbing her hard, sensitive clitoris. She felt so weak she was about to faint; this was the first time she had experienced such immoral, wicked debauchery and pleasure.

Shchef gently stroked his mother's clitoris up and down, again and again, stimulating her to writhe her lower body wantonly.

He played with her for an unknown amount of time before his fingers moved downwards, gently stroking his mother's wet, fleshy vulva.

Suddenly, feeling his fingers touch her vulva, a surge of intense lust burst forth from her. As her son began to gently and curiously explore her passionate, wet opening, all she could do was clench her teeth, trying her best to suppress her excited moans. He gently and freely

stroked her warm, swollen labia, his playing making his mother bite her lip tightly, while her lower body swayed wantonly. After playing to his heart's content, he unceremoniously found the vulva and inserted his middle finger into his mother's wet, wanton vagina.

After insertion, he hesitated for a moment, waiting for his mother's passionate response. When no response came, he began to thrust deeper and deeper with each stroke.

Catherine, overwhelmed by the thrusting, could no longer contain her desire!

"Oh...oh..."

she moaned softly, spreading her legs as wide as possible to allow her son's probe-like fingers to penetrate deeper into her trembling, excited vagina.

"Oh...Bryan...darling...my...dear..."

she whispered in a voice only Sheriff could hear, hoping he would mistake her for Brian. This was the only way she could think of to keep them playing this forbidden game.

Her son's hand froze for a while, and Catherine remained silent, wondering if she could fool him.
Sure enough, soon her son's fingers began to slide in and out, gently thrusting into her wetness.

Although she enjoyed the wonderful feeling of fingers thrusting in and out, she longed even more for his enormous penis to penetrate her—that feeling…

“Oh… I can’t hold back anymore…”

To get more satisfaction from Shchev’s fingers, she lay quietly, letting his fingers thrust in and out to their heart’s content. She knew her son’s fingers must be covered in wet, lustful fluids, yet they still fiercely and relentlessly thrust into her soaked cunt.

Catherine could feel herself approaching orgasm, but she also knew that this would never satisfy her. But… in the end, she decisively decided to take a gamble.

Catherine very carefully reached her hand out of her sleeping bag, then into her son’s sleeping bag, and then slowly, stealthily, moved down inch by inch until she was close to his huge penis.

Taking a deep breath, she hastily reached for his penis, and without hesitation, turned and thrust her warm, wet, plump cunt towards him.

"Oh! Brian! Darling!"

Turning her head, she whispered in a voice only Shchef could hear, "I need it, I need it. Darling! Give it to me!"
When her hand touched her son's huge penis, she said excitedly, excitedly, "Come on! Please! Come on!
Hurry!"

This thing was really big, so big that she couldn't wrap her arms around it. Maybe his huge penis was too fucking big to be used to penetrate her tight pussy, but it was too late to say that, she had already asked him to fuck her.

Catherine supported Shchef's unique "python" with one hand, and with the other hand pushed open the edge of his sleeping bag. She wanted to play with her son, but she didn't want to wake her husband, so as soon as she opened the sleeping bag, she carefully slid from her own sleeping bag into her son's sleeping bag.

Catherine quickly thrust her buttocks towards Shchef, feeling her son's enormous penis throbbing and trembling against her lower body.

She prayed urgently, hoping that before it penetrated her wet cunt, it wouldn't ejaculate first—that would be the death of her! So she quickly pushed the huge penis between her legs. Although her legs were already
sore and tired, she still lifted one leg, guiding her son's bulbous glans into her already hot and aroused cunt.

She pushed her buttocks back hungrily, suddenly feeling a sharp pain as her cunt was forcefully penetrated by her son's enormous penis. At the same time, she heard her son growl like a lion, and she clenched her teeth, controlling herself to suppress a moan.

After forcefully thrusting into his mother's warm, wet cunt, Shchef thrust deeper and deeper, trying to insert his entire penis into his mother's body. Even now, he still couldn't quite believe it was real, that his dream had truly come true—to fuck his beautiful mother's alluring cunt!

Of course, half of it was because his mother had seduced and encouraged him!

Catherine felt as if her son's enormous penis was endlessly long, going in and in, as if there was no end in sight. Thankfully, finally, the entire penis was completely inside her vagina.

Catherine quickly moved forward and backward, swaying her hips, squeezing and thrusting her son's huge penis with her tight, wet vaginal muscles.

As Shchef began to fuck her roughly again, she prayed that she wouldn't wake her husband.

He thrust his lovely "weapon" heavily into his mother's warm, wet cunt again and again, stimulating Shchef to the point of almost melting.

While fucking his mother, Shchef reached out and hugged her, grabbing her large, soft breasts, roughly squeezing and kneading them as he fucked her cunt.

Under her son's deep, heavy, and almost brutal thrusting, Catherine was surprised to find herself rapidly approaching orgasm with pleasure. Then, she suddenly felt her son tremble and stiffen, his body stiffening.

Shchef's enormous penis swelled even more, then erupted uncontrollably inside her! At this moment, immersed in the immoral act of incest between mother and son, Catherine's desire was stimulated to its peak.

As waves of pleasure swept through her body, she simultaneously felt her son's scalding semen spray out, impacting and scalding her tender vaginal flesh, causing spasms in wave after wave. The hot semen seemed determined to scorch her vaginal walls, constantly gushing out, yet it also gave her immense satisfaction, making her feel as if she were floating on a sea of pleasure.

His penis was like a giant, legendary candle, continuously spraying large amounts of deadly male "milk," quickly filling her narrow vagina and enticingly seeping out... Her orgasm, though extremely intense, ended quickly. As she lay down, her son continued to gently thrust in and out with his soaking wet penis, as if trying to refill the overflowing seed of depravity into her vagina.

She wanted to offer a word of praise, but then she realized that would give herself away. After all, her son still believed she had mistaken him for her husband. Thinking this, she could only suppress the tears of excitement welling in her eyes and quietly let her son continue thrusting into her wet vagina. The thrusting gradually weakened, gradually weakened, and finally stopped.

Catherine continued to lie there quietly, feigning innocence, feeling her son's enormous member slowly shrink and soften, then withdraw and slide out of her soaking vagina.

Four or five minutes later, her limp penis finally completely withdrew from her vagina.

"Mmm, Brian!"

Catherine mumbled behind her shoulder, "So good! You're so good at fucking, I feel so good!"

Catherine subtly and deftly moved from one sleeping bag to another. To make her son more convinced of her deception, she reached back and gently grasped his limp penis, giving it a loving caress.
"Goodnight, darling!"

Catherine whispered, then turned over to sleep.

Snuggling close to Brian again, she heard Sheve turn and get into his sleeping bag.

Soon, she drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the moment her desire was completely satisfied, that indelible, soul-stirring, magically wonderful feeling…

[The End]

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