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Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.
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Gardner Brown smirked as his mother bemoaned the fact that no cute young lady had managed to snatch him up yet. She went on and on, talking about his curly brown hair, his beautiful hazel eyes, his swimmers build.
"Guess none of them are as pretty as you," Gardner smiled, giving her a hug.
"Gardner!" she squealed, slapping at him when he gave her a sloppy, noisy kiss and a squeeze to her rear end.
He grabbed the large tube of sunscreen and made sure his cell phone was fully charged. Once more, she expressed her disapproval of the Streidel Lake Starkers celebration.
"Really? REALLY? Just go, parading around, letting everyone see your, your you know," Shirley fussed.
"My you know?" Gardner laughed.
"You know," she insisted, pointing quickly toward his crotch.
"My schlong? My cock? My wiener?" he teased. "My ding a ling? My..."
"Stop it!" she tried to look firm but giggled as he smirked.
"You know, you could always come along," Gardner invited.
"What? Go to that red neck fishing camp? And walk about all naked? Just because it's National Nude Day?" she scoffed. "Gardner, they don't have enough wine in the world for me to..."
"Well, I got six bottles of Cormiccan's Apple, mm, four bottles of their fruit punch, a case of Corn Terlings..." Gardner bartered, indicating the large ice chest by the door.
"Gardner!" she complained. "And just how does an eighteen year old boy get all that alcohol?"
"Steal it?" he suggested.
"And where am I going to sleep anyway? You said it's from noon to noon," Shirley asked, looking at the large duffel bag next to the ice chest.
"Mom, the dome sleeps six," Gardner reminded her. "I've got two sleeping bags."
"As if I..." Shirley huffed.
"You would be the hottest twenty nine year old there," Gardner prophecies'.
"I'm thirty four," she smirked.
"Just let your hair down, walk around; everyone would be so jealous, me being there with the hottest babe ever," Gardner insisted.
"I, we, I, I get uncomfortable, we're leaving right away," Shirley demanded.
"Absolutely," Gardner promised. "Scout's honor."
"Gardner, you were never ever a scout so don't try to pull that on me," Shirley said.
Shirley changed her mind when Gardner put the ice chest into the trunk of his car. She changed her mind again when he put the tent and the duffel bag into the trunk. Shirley changed her mind once more when he made her change her footwear to some comfortable sneakers rather than the heels she had planned to wear.
"Mom, it's a campground. They haven't paved it yet," he said.
"Bugs! There's going to be bugs!" she gasped, horrified.
"And we have this," he showed her the bottle of all-natural bug repellant in his duffel bag.
The fifth time she changed her mind, Gardner easily lifted the four foot ten inch woman, put her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry and brought her, kicking, screaming and protesting to the car. He then sprinted to the front door of their Vallidan, Tennessee home, punched the alarm code then locked the door.
"You just want to see me naked," she accused as he drove to the Mississippi campground.
"And want to show you off," Gardner agreed, not denying her accusation.
At the entrance of the campground, a gate was erected. A guard leaned out of the small shed and informed them that it was a ten dollar per person entrance fee and that this was a National Nude Day event.
"So, need to see some ID; no one under eighteen, you know," the man said.
The man closely examined the two IDs and smiled. He handed the pieces of plastic to them then collected the twenty dollars from them.
"Don't get too many husband and wives groups in here," he admitted. "Mostly a bunch of single people looking to you know, hook up."
"He, he thinks we're married?" Shirley giggled as the gate slid aside.
"Mm hmm. And he is some jealous, too," Gardner agreed, following the drive to the parking area.
"Oh! Oh Gardner, you, you have to take me home; I, I can't..." Shirley gasped as they rounded a curve and caught their first sight of some nude people.
"Look, look," Gardner said, pointing to three people that were still dressed in shorts and tee shirts. "Okay? You'll be fine no matter what you decide to do. You'll be fine."
Parking the car, Gardner gave his mother a few dollar bills. They'd paid for their parking and their space for their tent. Snacks, meals, any beverages they'd not brought with them were being sold at the three hastily erected concession stands.
"Okay. So why are you..." she asked him as she sorted the bills and put them into her wallet.
"Uh? Where am I going to put them bills?" he asked as he popped the latch on his trunk.
"Oh!" Shirley said.
"Shirley Janet Brown; you are not staying in that car," Gardner demanded after pulling the tent from the trunk.
"What did you call me?" she giggled, hesitantly getting out of the passenger seat.
"You heard me," he smiled, taking her small hand into his large paw.
They selected a suitable area for their tent. He left her there to guard the tent, guard the area as he trotted back to the car to fetch their ice chest.
"Where's that bug spray? There's a fly keeps buzzing me," Shirley complained when Gardner came back with the ice chest.
"Duffel bag," Gardner smiled, once more running to the car.
He dropped the duffel bag at her feet and set about erecting the tent. He congratulated himself; they'd picked a fairly level space for the domed tent. He then dragged the ice chest and duffel bag into the enclosure.
"I still haven't found..." Shirley complained.
"Right here, right next to the snake," Gardner said, locating the bottle with ease.
"Snake?" Shirley gasped.
"Mm hmm; If it had been a snake, it would have bit you," Gardner stated.
"It was not there," Shirley insisted, hurriedly spraying her exposed flesh.
"Uh huh," Gardner smiled, shaking his head.
"Gardner, it wasn't!" she insisted as he lay out the air mattress and foot pump.
"And I said 'uh huh,'" he said, quickly inflating the mattress.
After he inflated the mattress and stretched the two sleeping bags on top of the mattress, Gardner grabbed the tube of sunscreen. Casually, he slipped his tee shirt up and off, dropping it to the ground. Then he slid his drawstring shorts down and off, revealing his semi-erect cock, heavy balls, and muscular thighs.
"Gardner!" Shirley hissed, truly scandalized at how easily he had unclothed himself in front of her.
"Shirley!" he hissed back. "What? You've seen me before."
"I uh, well," she stammered, looking at his fat, uncircumcised cock and hairless ball sac.
"Get my back," Gardner requested, turning and showing off his taut backside.
Shirley did generously coat Gardner's muscular back. He held still for her ministrations, then laughed when she playfully administered a stinging slap to his backside.
"And..." Gardner said, shaking the bottle of bug spray and lavishly covering arms, chest and legs.
Again, Shirley helped him tend to his rear. He laughed again when she took the opportunity to spray both buttocks directly.
"Now, ready?" Gardner asked, approaching the door of the tent.
"I Gardner, Sweetie, I, there, there's no way," Shirley protested, even clutching her top and her shorts protectively.
"Shirley, it's fine," he assured her. "But come on. It's too hot to sit in this tent; you'll burn up."
"Uh? And when did I become 'Shirley,' young man?" Shirley demanded.
"Hmm? July, nineteen ninety one, I believe," Gardner smiled. "I mean, I wasn't there but I'm pretty sure that's what they called you."
"You are not funny," she giggled, stepping cautiously out of the tent.
Everywhere they looked, there were nude bodies. Some bodies were beautiful. Some were average. There were some bodies that were bloated, pasty, splotchy, hairy. There were also a few people that could not, or would not bare it all.
"Uh, and when, when did you shave you're um, you're um..." Shirley asked as they strolled toward a stand selling hot dogs.
"My dong? My pole? My dicky?" Gardner teased her. "Why? Like it?"
"Hush!" she blushed, giggling nervously.
"Been doing it for I don't know, about a month now," Gardner admitted. "Let me guess. Chili and cheese but no must... Oh hey, wait, you got the money, not me."
She got her chili dog add cheese and two hot dogs for him, pickle relish and Dijon mustard. Returning to their tent, they each enjoyed a sweet Corn Terlings beer while washing down the hot dogs. After opening a bottle of the Cormiccan's Fruit Punch, Shirley decided she would do it. She would brave parading around in her birthday suit.
"Get out," she hissed at her son.
"What? You going put the sunscreen on yourself?" Gardner smiled.
"Oh, oh yeah," Shirley conceded.
She turned, hesitated, looked over her shoulder and blushed hotly when she saw that her son was watching her. Steeling herself with another gulp from the bottle of cheap wine, Shirley dropped her shorts to the floor of the tent. She then hefted the top up and off, leaving her in just plain white cotton briefs and serviceable bra. Glancing over her shoulder once more, she pursed her lips and unhooked the bra.
"And take your hair out of that big old bun," Gardner ordered. "Hey, this fruit punch isn't half bad."
With a twist, Shirley freed her hair from the bun. She used her fingers to comb the waist length brown hair out. Now with a curtain of hair shielding some of her flesh from her son's view, Shirley wiggled out of her panties.
"There. I, I oh! I, there, Gardner, there is no way I can..." Shirley stammered, left arm going across her 30D breasts, right hand covering her scrub of brown pubic hair.
Here," Gardner said, handing her the bottle of wine. "While you're arguing with yourself..."
"Oh!" she sighed as she felt him applying the sunscreen to her pale shoulders.
He was slow and deliberate in his movements. She took another gulp of the wine as he smoothed the lotion over her back, down, down.
"Gardner!" she hissed as his hands came around, smoothing lotion along the sides of her breasts.
Her son said nothing, just resumed adding sunscreen to her back. She tensed when his large hands reached the top of her buttocks. Her father used to comment on her rear end as he patted it lovingly. Those loving pats gradually became soft rubs and pats. Then soft, gentle squeezes.
She took another gulp as she felt him kneading her fleshy buttocks. Then she almost spit out the next gulp of the fruity, sweet wine when his thumbs dug a little too close to the deep furrow that separated her globes.
"Gardner, I, I can get that," she hissed as he fondled her backside.
"But can you get it as good as I can?" he asked, not ceasing in his movements.
"She was sure her face was bright red when he continued down, now rubbing lotion into her thighs. A quick brush of her hand confirmed to herself that her pussy was very moist, very warm as her son, her beautiful son touched her, rubbed her from shoulders to feet.
"Turn around," he ordered.
"I can, I will get that myself," she demanded.
"Fine," he smiled, standing and offering her the tube of unguent.
"But thank you," she conceded, giving his lips a soft kiss. "You did a fine job on my back."
"You're welcome," he said, giving her a sloppy kiss, then a squeeze to her somewhat sticky buttocks.
"Gardner George Brown," she squealed, slapping at him.
"Oh oh, someone's in trouble," a female voice tittered from just outside of the tent.
"Yes he is," Shirley insisted and was rewarded with another musical titter.
"Gardner, quit!" Shirley hissed as her son sat on the air mattress and watched as she applied the lotion to her large, pale breasts with silver dollar sized light brown areolae and quite hard nipples. She shook her head in disapproval when he reminded her to get the space between her boobs. She continued frowning as he then focused his attention on the small tuft of brown curls that covered her sex.
"You know, you keep that frown on that face, your face is going to freeze like that," Gardner teased as she smoothed the lotion into her slightly soft belly.
Shirley did not respond to his taunt, just completed coating her flesh. Then she guzzled the last few drops of wine. Gardner got to his feet, smiling broadly.
"Ready?" he asked, unzipping the tent's flap.
"I, uh, I, oh, oh Gardner why? Why'd I let you talk me into this?" Shirley wined, harms now trying to cover her nudity.
"Quit or everyone's going be looking at you," Gardner laughed as his mother tried to hunker down, tried to make herself inconspicuous.
He grabbed her hand, preventing her from putting her forearm across her ample bosom. She still kept her other hand firmly over her crotch as they strolled the campground.
"You!" a man called out and Shirley squealed.
"Me!" Gardner yelled back.
"Yeah, you. Touch football," the man ordered, throwing a football at Gardner.
"Excellent!" Gardner agreed, catching the ball.
The two coed teams consisted of five members apiece. One team had three females; one of which looked like she could play for the Tennessee Titans. Gardner's team had himself, Mike, Freddy and two small woman.
The rules were simple. When the ball was hiked to whomever was playing quarterback, the defense counted to three, then the defense could charge the quarterback. This meant that the QB had three seconds to pull the ball and run or toss it to another teammate.
Mike declared himself the quarterback. Gardner shrugged and lined up, grinning when he was paired up against the female behemoth.
They were soundly trounced. After the other team had forty two points to their zero points, Mike magnanimously bought everyone snow cones from one of the concession stands.
"Think that little red head likes you," Shirley lightly teased as they sat on a bench to eat their rapidly melting shaved ice treats.
"Mm hmm; too bad I'm already here with the most beautiful girl," Gardner agreed then made Shirley squeal when he touched her left buttock with his cold hand.
Twice more, they stopped by their tent and drank a bottle of beer or drank another bottle of wine. Four times more, Gardner had to escort Shirley to the public restrooms; alcohol did not stay long in her small system. The fourth time she came out of the restroom, she was blushing a bright red.
Gardner nodded to an older man that was standing guard. The man's eyes flickered down to Gardner's flaccid member and the man smiled. Then his eyes returned to Gardner's face.
"After a while, don't even notice, do you?" he commented.
"Notice what?" Gardner agreed and the two men laughed.
"I swear. They take a sip of Coe, next thing you know, they're about to pop," the man said, looking around at some of the beautiful flesh on display.
"Corn Terlings. Acts even quicker than Coke," Gardner said, looking at two young women as they sat at a picnic table, sharing some nachos along with some long looks at one another.
"Barley. The Barley Terlings' the best," the man said as an older woman and a younger woman came out of the restroom. "Boy, can tell you two are mother and daughter. I've never seen two women with such perfect bladder synchronization; I swear!"
"Harvey, shush!" the older woman smiled.
"Yeah, Dad, hush," the younger woman smiled as the two women linked arms with the bloated, hairy man. "Don't you know women just need to go in groups?"
"You would think he would know that by now," the mother agreed.
"Okay, what now?" Shirley smiled, joining Gardner a moment later.
She froze when she saw the two nacho eaters suddenly kiss. Their kiss was very heated, very urgent. Gardner's cock did swell somewhat at the sight of the lesbian action but he did not stop and gawk at the two girls.
"I, they, how, right out in the open like that?" Shirley hissed as Gardner decided the girls had the right idea; nachos sounded good.
"I mean, right where everyone could see them..." Shirley hissed as they stood behind two very large people in line at the concession stand.
Gardner caused her to squeal when he turned and lifted her off of her feet. He brought his lips to her protesting lips and delivered a soft, sensual kiss to her lips. Then he worked his tongue into her mouth.
"Next!" the giggling girl behind the counter called out.
Gardner set Shirley onto her feet and gently urged her to the counter.
"What you want?" the girl smiled at Shirley's flush look.
"I, uh, na nachos. BUT no jalapenos," Shirley managed.
"pico de gallo? Guacamole?" the girl asked, already arranging the tortilla chips on a Styrofoam plate.
"Uh, yes, yes," Shirley agreed.
"You shouldn't kiss me like that," Shirley whispered to Gardner as they sat at a picnic table.
In answer, Gardner pulled her onto his lap. She squawked but quieted when he again kissed her. Then, holding her across his lap, they shared the warm snack.
"We should have brought a few beers with us," Shirley mused as they finished the last few chips.
In answer, Gardner stood, and pulled his mother to ride his back, piggy back style. She squealed and giggled as he trotted from the picnic table to their tent.
"Gardner! Gardner, put me down," she demanded but her laughter interrupted the words.
Sitting on two canvas sling chairs Gardner had brought, the two drank some beers. Their fingers entwined as they drank. Every so often, Gardner would kiss her and her kisses grew more urgent with every sip of beer.
The same concession stand that sold the nachos also sold a delicious variation of the sloppy joe made chorizo sausages rather than ground beef. This time, Gardner remembered to bring a bottle of apple wine with them. He and Shirley ate with fingers entwined, kissing often. As the sun faded away in a brilliant display of orange and purple and red, a bonfire was lighted. Gardner and Shirley joined the numerous celebrants around the roaring fire, roasting marshmallows provided by a park employee. The employee was easy to identify; the older woman wore a khaki shirt and khaki shorts. She smiled whenever a park guest asked her why she wasn't naked.
The fire had died down somewhat when Shirley announced that she was tired. Actually, she was more tipsy than tired, but whatever the reason, she was having trouble keeping her eyes open.
"Want a piggy back ride?" Gardner teased as he helped her to her feet.
"No, there any bark on my butt?" she asked, brushing her rear end.
"Hmm, let's see," Gardner said and fondled her rear end.
"Gardner! Quit!" she giggled and he silenced her with another kiss.
She made another pit stop at the restroom. Again, Gardner stood sentry outside of the cinderblock building.
Inside of their tent, Shirley mused about the sleeping bags. Gardner unfurled both gags fully, then zipped them together to form one large bag.
We are not..." Shirley began to argue when Gardner kissed her again. In the privacy of their tent, he groped her breasts, tweaking their nipples.
"Gardner! I, I'm your mother," she protested.
"And a beautiful woman," Gardner insisted, pulling her down onto the sleeping bags and air mattress.
"But still, MMNG!" Shirley protested, then grunted as his finger slid easily into her sopping wet pussy.
He kissed her again, then bent his head and captured one of her nipples in his hungry mouth.
"Oh! Oh Gardner!" Shirley whined, clutching his head to her breast.
Biting down on her nipple caused Shirley to shudder in mild orgasm. Tugging her nipple, pulling her breast way from her rib cage caused a second orgasm. When he again kissed her gasping mouth, she returned his kiss with ferocity.
"Oh!" they both cried out when he plunged his cock into her dripping wet folds.
As she felt his foreskin curling back, sliding along her vaginal walls, causing ripples all throughout her small body, Shirley did not pause to think of the absurdity of the moment. Her son, her precious baby boy, the product of incest between herself and her dear, sweet, loving father was now committing incest with her.
"Oh! Oh dear God, oh dear sweet boy, dear sweet boy," Shirley keened in orgasm as the head of Gardner's cock bumped against the mouth of her cervix.
"Oh, oh God!" Gardner groaned as Shirley's vaginal walls squeezed him in her velvet vise.
"I, I can't hold... augh!" Gardner moaned, pumping a torrent of years of built up lust into his mother's depths.
"Aaeeigh!" Shirley shrieked in climax.
Gardner held himself from crushing her, propped on his elbows. Finally, he pulled his wilting cock from her swampy pussy, rolled and flopped onto his back next to her panting form.
"We, we shouldn't have done that," Shirley quietly said.
In answer, Gardner pulled her to lie against him, her head on his chest. His hand found her chubby backside and gave it a squeeze. She giggled when he delivered a mild slap to her rear end.
Reaching down, she gripped his sticky cock in her small hand. His cock responded to her touch and she stroked it a few times. Then she bent her head and took him into her mouth.
"Like riding a bicycle," Shirley thought; it had been eighteen years since a cock had been in her mouth.
Gardner groaned as his mother's warm wet mouth sank down along his shaft. George David Brown had taught Shirley everything she would need to know in the art of fellatio. Her tongue wormed around the head of his cock, working between the foreskin and the head of his cock. Her small hand pumped the length of his cock that was not in her mouth. She continued to bob her head, further and further down the length of his manhood.
"Oh God," he moaned as she now had his entire length in her mouth.
She had hated being a pregnant teenaged girl, unwed and unable to marry the father of her baby. But she had loved being pregnant with her lover's bastard. Then when her mother found out, she'd sent their daughter far away with just enough money to set herself up in a tiny little Tennessee town. None of these thoughts crowded into Shirley's brain as she sucked her son's hard cock.
"Mm, oh, oh baby boy," she moaned, letting him pop noisily out of her mouth.
She straddled him, sinking her sloppy pussy down, taking him deeper and deeper into her channel.
"Augh!" she grunted as he pushed into her depths past the opening of her cervix. "You, you're almost too big, Sweetheart."
As before, it did not take long for both to achieve climax. Again, Shirley took his slimy cock into her mouth and sucked him to full erection once more. But this time, she kept sucking until he filled her mouth with his spunk.
"We, we really shouldn't have done that," Shirley whispered.
But Gardner was asleep, spent after three powerful climaxes. With a giggle, Shirley cuddled up with him and fell asleep.
As dawn broke, bathing the campground in soft violet then blue and finally in a bright blue, Shirley woke Gardner with a blow job. Then, sucking him to a second erection, Gardner and Shirley made love once more. While other campers groggily roused, Gardner and Shirley dressed, packed up their equipment and left the campground, heading for home.
Inside of their home, Shirley began to prepare a hearty breakfast; they were both famished.
To tease her sweet boy, Shirley prepared eggs, hash browns and sausage patties while dressed in nothing but an apron. Loading everything onto one large platter, she divested herself of the apron and sat across his lap while they enjoyed the breakfast. After breakfast, Shirley pulled Gardner into her bedroom, into her bed.
This was the pattern for the next five weeks until Gardner left for Stevens University in Sopopaya, New Mexico. It was not until Gardner returned to Vallidan, Tennessee for the Thanksgiving break that he discovered his mother's pregnancy.
"Dr. Stohlmeyer says it's a girl," Shirley giggled happily as Gardner rubbed her belly. "About four and a half months so probably the first time we made love."
The End
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