8 comments/ 97764 views/ 59 favorites Primal Frontiers Ch. 01 By: Lust_Personified Our desires can be extremely powerful. So much so that they manifest as fantasies which play out in our minds. They are the erotic longings of the body that for some reason or another cannot be satisfied and so the mind translates them into creative thoughts. They are fueled by lust and hidden away from those around us, especially the ones we are closest to. But sometimes, under just the right circumstance, the fantasies become a reality, and it's so much better than we could have ever imagined. Karen's nipple was standing at attention as Brian flicked the tip of his tongue over it, sending chills down her spine and making her hips gyrate. He leaned his head back to take in the full view of her hefty, voluptuous tits, squeezing and kneading them both before going back in for small kisses upon her tender neck. She was grasping his hard cock while he pecked and nibbled his way from her shoulder to her ear, placing his left hand on the side of her head and rubbing the crotch of her black panties with his right. Her mouth was open, her pussy was soaking wet and her breaths were becoming heavy and full of passion. His lip touched her earlobe and he whispered so softly the truth to his lover. "You're so sexy mom, and I've always wanted to fuck you." She moaned loudly and bit her lip as he slid his hand down the front her panties. Brian opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling for a moment. The best dreams were always interrupted by reality, it seemed. He had a good long stretch and let his lanky arms and legs hang over the edges of his old bed. He was fourteen the last time he slept in it and now at twenty he had far outgrown the twin size mattress. Nevertheless, it felt good to be home after being away at college for over a year. He was in his fifth semester at the university and had just come back for his mid-winter break. Brian was an excellent student, but that didn't mean it had been easy for him thus far. Living in the dorms, having total strangers for roommates, trying to pay on his student loans while still making ends meet; it had all been a big adjustment for him. But nothing was more difficult than being away from his mom, Karen. After his dad walked out on them over ten years earlier, his mother had been his only source of guidance and compassion and, at times, had been his only friend. Most of what he had become as a person, he owed to his wonderful mother and he loved her dearly for it. Brian looked over at the clock on the nightstand and saw that it was already 8:30 in the morning. Better get moving if we're going to stay on schedule, he thought. He got out of bed and stood up for another stretch, feeling his morning wood jutting out from under his boxers as per usual. That's what he chalked it up to anyways instead of admitting to himself that his own mother was the object of his affection. It wasn't that he desired a relationship with her like a boyfriend does with a girlfriend or husband with a wife – he simply desired her. He walked into the bathroom, grabbed a towel from the cupboard and turned on the shower. He looked at his body in the mirror just as he normally did. He had always been tall and slender but now his muscles were toned and well-defined. He was downright cut up and was pleased with being so. All that time spent running and lifting free weights in the gym was really paying off. His dick was still stiff as a board and he stroked it a few times through his underwear. Karen: with her big doe eyes and high cheekbones and pouty little lips, her hourglass curves and big, bouncy tits. And her ass! Oh, her ass was mesmerizing and was by far Brian's favorite feature. It was so impeccably round and meaty and he just wanted to spread it apart and bury his face into it as deep as he could; to suffocate himself with the sweet tang of her asshole stuck to his tongue. He let go of his prick and snapped back to reality, scowling to himself as he considered how fucked up he must be in the head. He stuck his hand in the shower and felt that the water was suitably warm so he slid his boxers down to his feet and stepped out of them. Downstairs, Karen was in her kitchen sipping on a cup of coffee, her long brown hair pulled back in a hasty ponytail. She was leaning over the counter in her plush, pink robe, looking out the window at the peaceful winter scene in her back yard. The sky was overcast grey but the heavy blanket of snow made everything look serene and beautiful like a Norman Rockwell painting. It was the perfect start to what she knew would be a perfect day. She was so excited when Brian had come home the night before that she ran outside as soon as he pulled into the drive way and gave him a big hug before he could even shut the car door. She helped him with his bags and offered to make him supper, but he said he was too tired from the long drive and went upstairs to pass out in his old bed. She let her baby get his rest – she knew he would need it for what they had planned. She looked down at the itinerary on the counter for the tenth time. She still couldn't believe they were finally going to do it. "OAK FRONTIERS – Your winter adventure awaits!" The bold, blue text arced across the page with a beautiful woodland landscape in the background. Oak Frontiers was a winter retreat nestled deep in the dense upstate forests, far away from the people and amenities of middle-class suburbia. They offered a chance for tourists to experience the freedom and fresh air of the real outdoors, just as people did in olden days. There was hiking, cross-country skiing, guided bird-watching tours, and ice-fishing among the many activities presented at the camp. Karen and Brian had been planning the trip for over five months and the day had finally come for them to go. They were booked for three days and four nights in one of the Scout Lodges, which were small cabins with intentionally very little accommodation. Karen had grown tired of the stress of her job and the busy city streets and crowded shopping malls. She longed for a nice, relaxing getaway in the wilderness and for the chance to live more plainly and with a renewed sense of respect for the world she lived in, even if only for a little while. It was a gift from herself for her fortieth birthday and she could think of no one she'd rather spend it with than her son Brian. It had been a tough year for Karen while her son was away, tough but also rewarding. Seeing him leave had been so sad for her and she could hardly sleep for the first few nights. The two of them had never been apart from each other for more than a day or two in the past 10 years. But after some time and a few reassuring phone calls from Brian, she was able to control her anxiety much better. He told her how well he was doing in school and how nice the campus was and which extracurricular programs he was involved in among other things. She slowly began to put her mind at ease with Brian's absence. She soon realized that he wasn't just doing ok, he was excelling - he was thriving. The boy she loved had become the man that she admired and it was a direct reflection of her good parenting. Karen took another sip of coffee and couldn't help but smile to herself with a great sense of pride and accomplishment at raising such a fine young man. And on top of all that, as if she could have asked for anything more, he was tall, strong, and handsome to boot! What a catch he'll be for some lucky girl one day, she thought. But this also reminded her of something that troubled her slightly. Of all the times that she and Brian talked over the phone, he never once mentioned anything about having a girlfriend. He told her about being on the dean's list and what a good teacher his sociology professor was and complained about the high price of text books but made not one single comment about any girls whatsoever. Sure, he is a bit of a bookworm, she thought, but college is also supposed to be time of exploration and, god willing, a little bit of fun. The sound of the shower turning on upstairs broke her away from the thought. She finished her coffee and set the cup in the sink before heading toward the stairs. She decided she would help Brian get his bags ready before they got on the road. Karen went upstairs and walked down the hallway, stopping at the bathroom door. She knocked loud enough for Brian to hear her over the shower. "Good morning, sweetie!" she said cheerfully. "Can I come in for a sec? I just want to grab your toothbrush." "Morning mom! Yeah, come on in, I'm in the shower," he yelled back from behind the green curtains. Karen opened the door and walked in, enjoying the humid warmth of the room. "Did you sleep ok? I know that bed is so tiny for you now but it's all I had since you took your big one to the dorms." "Oh yeah, I was so tired mom, I would have slept on the floor. I feel much better now. It's nice having my own shower again too! I'm sick of sharing everything with two other dudes," Brian replied as he shampooed his short brown hair. "I bet you are, honey. Well you take your time, I'm just gonna start packing some stuff up for you, okay?" Karen shouted as she grabbed his toothbrush from the edge of the sink. "Okay, thanks mom." She looked down and saw Brian's boxers on the bathroom floor. She rolled her eyes and smirked, remembering that her boy may have forgotten how to pick up after himself since he'd gone away. She knelt down and picked them up but frowned slightly as she did. There was a fairly large wet spot on the front of his red plaid cotton undies and, out of pure habit from Brian's bed wetting days, she brought them to her nose and sniffed. The smell was familiar but it was definitely not urine. It was semen, and quite a lot of it from the looks of the stain. Brian obviously had a wet dream last night, she thought. So he did have the same urges as any other boy his age, he just wasn't doing much about it apparently. She decided it was really none of her business and turned to drop the boxers into the clothes hamper. Without thinking, she brought them up to her face and inhaled the scent again, letting it fill her nostrils completely. Ok, inappropriate Karen, she thought to herself as she shook her head and dropped them in the bin. Between raising Brian and working a full time job, she had been way too busy to even think about dating again. Of course she wanted to but just never could seem to find the time or the energy. She had indulged her strong sexual desires over the years with an assortment of toys and her own wandering hands but just then, with the stained boxers in her hand, she felt compelled to remind herself of what a man's aroma really smelled like even if it was her own son's. She immediately blocked the thing from her mind and walked out of the bathroom like nothing had ever happened. Brian turned the water off and peeked out of the curtain. Upon seeing that his mother was not present, he opened them up reached for his towel. After drying off, he tied the towel around his waist and went into the bedroom where his mom was folding up clothes and placing them neatly into a big suitcase on the bed. He saw that she was wearing the pink robe he had gotten her for Christmas. She looked over and smiled. "Hey, there's my big boy!" she said full of joy. She went over to him and gave him another big hug like she had done the night before. He hugged her back, feeling her big boobs pressing into his chest as he did. He laughed at her giddy excitement. "Okay, okay, take it easy, mom." "Take it easy? I haven't seen you in over a year – I will not take it easy, mister!" Karen said as she embraced him again, this time giving his firm biceps a little squeeze as she pulled away. "Wow, you've really been hitting the gym, huh? Look at the big muscles on my boy!" "Yeah, well, I got tired of being all skin and bones, you know? I needed to bulk up some," Brian shrugged. Karen smacked his shoulder teasingly. "Oh stop, you're perfect to me no matter how you are, honey." She smiled her big genuine smile that always made Brian feel better. "But you do need to be in good shape if we're hiking out to Eagle's Bluff." He thought she was so beautiful ever since he was little. Although she was older now, she still looked amazing and was obviously trying hard to take care of herself. As she walked away from him back towards the bed he observed how great her body looked even under the thick, pink robe. "You look like you've been working out too, mom. Have you lost weight?" Karen turned around and smiled. "Oh thank you, sweetie! Yeah I've lost thirty two pounds and I feel awesome." She rubbed her hands across her hips, making the material cling to her body and reveal her lovely curves. "I'm still a little bit chubby, I know, but I'm working on it. That's all we can do right? Just keep working on it." "I think you look good just like that, honestly," Brian said, still looking her up and down. As she turned back around and bent over slightly, he found himself staring at her firm, round ass for a few seconds. He rationalized that it was ok to admire the hard work she had put into her body. Appreciating her accomplishment made everything kosher in his mind. Her butt was still obviously thick yet almost perfectly spherical, but it was hard to tell much beyond that because of the plush robe. Damn, she looks really good, he thought, way to go mom! Karen looked over the contents of the suitcase and pointed at the various items as she called them out. "You've got plenty of jeans, plenty of long underwear, thermal socks, sweatshirts, t-shirts, snow pants, boots, gloves and winter hats. You've got your toothbrush, floss, shampoo and body wash, deodorant, and after shave. Am I leaving anything out?" She looked up at Brian. "What about extra boots for me and you?" "Oh, that's right, I almost forgot that you had mentioned that. Do you really think we'll need them?" "You always want to make sure you bring extra boots just in case. I did a lot of research on this stuff over the past few months. Besides, it does just make sense to bring a backup pair," Brian said. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I'll make sure I get the extra pairs of boots from the basement before we leave." Karen thought for a moment, then spoke in a more relaxed and gentle tone. "It's good that you work so hard all the time Brian, but I was wondering – have you met any nice girls while you were away? You haven't told me about that yet." Brian just lowered his head and cleared his throat. "No, not really, mom," he murmured quietly. Karen could tell he didn't feel like talking about it so she decided to let it go, for now. "Okay sweetie, I was just wondering." She put her hands together and smiled excitedly again. "Well, I think that's it! We're all packed and ready to go! Oh, Brian, I have been looking forward to this so much. What an awesome birthday I get to spend with my best friend!" "Really? Who is that?" Brian teased. "Ha ha, very funny. You are my best friend, honey, and I'm so proud of you. You know that don't you?" Karen walked over and put her hands on his bare shoulders. Brian felt his cock twitch and push against the towel. "Yeah, of course I do mom," he said with a kind smile. Karen kissed him on the cheek and left the room so he could get dressed. They spent the rest of the morning and part of the afternoon packing their things, loading up the car with all of their bags and making sure the house was all locked up. They finally got in the car, plugged the address into the GPS and headed off on their great adventure. Once they got out of the metro area, the drive was long and tedious over miles of frozen highway. Fewer and fewer cars appeared on the roads and the signs of civilized life soon faded away in the rear view mirror. Eventually, after several hours of driving, they arrived at the winter retreat. Karen squealed with joy as Brian turned off the main road and drove past the giant 'Oak Frontiers' sign. He made his way carefully down the winding road which had been freshly snow plowed in anticipation of the guests' arrival. There was another sign showing him where to park and he pulled into a dirt lot packed with other vehicles and brought the car to a stop. They got out, took a deep breath of the cold, crisp evening air and looked around at their surroundings. The place was truly breathtaking in its vastness and wild beauty. To the left of the parking area was a big, brown log cabin with a sign that read, 'Front Desk' nailed to the wood next to the door. Long, slick icicles hung dangerously from the edge of the snow-covered roof and through the small windows, the flickering glow of a firelight could be seen. Just behind the big cabin was huge, frozen lake that was at least two hundred yards across and had a handful of ice fishing shacks set up randomly along the surface. Three sides of the lake were met with dense forest; towering sycamores and ancient great oak trees that creaked and groaned under the weight of burdensome snow. The fourth side of the lake, the eastern shore, had a big wide open field with a small creek that fed into the lake. Beyond the field lay miles and miles of uninhabited timberland, across rolling hills and steep ridges and more frozen creek beds that wound through the icy valleys. It truly was a wild frontier. Karen could hardly contain herself. "Oh my god, Brian do you believe this place? It's so perfect! I can't wait to check everything out. I hope our lodge is an old wooden cabin like this one!" she exclaimed. They began walking together toward the front desk building. "It's amazing, mom, really," Brian chuckled, "but let's get checked in before we go on an expedition." "Okay, sorry. I am just so freakin' excited to finally be here with you! I've literally been counting down the days." They headed through the door which rang a little bell above their heads when they entered. The place was warm and inviting with a wood-burning stove crackling off to the side and several deer pelt rugs along the floor. There were numerous paintings of Native Americans hanging from the walls and the front desk looked more like a giant slab of wood that had been cut flat and sanded smooth on one side. Against the back wall was a large framed photo of an imposing cliff that towered over the dark forest below. 'Eagle's Bluff' read the gold tab on the frame. After a moment, a grey haired man came walking in from the backroom. "Hello, there! Welcome to Oak Frontiers. How can I help you folks?" he said with a smile from under his bushy mustache. Brian stuck his hand out and introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Brian, this is Karen," he motioned to his mother who shook the man's hand politely. "Chuck Hadley. Nice to meet you both," he replied. "We're here to check in to our lodge we reserved. Should be under Karen Thompson." The man opened a small book on the desk and squinted through the square spectacles on the end of his nose. "Let's see... Karen Thompson, Karen Thompson... yup! Got you right here, Four days three nights up in the Scout Lodge. I see that you're all paid up too so you can just head on up to the cabin whenever you're ready." Karen beamed and looked over at Brian. "Yes! It is a cabin like this one. This is gonna be so cool!" "Well, it's not quite like this one, you see. The Scout Lodges are a good bit smaller than this place here," Mr. Hadley said. "I hope that's ok with you folks?" "Oh, yeah that's perfectly alright. This place is just what we were hoping for, Mr. Hadley," Karen replied. Mr. Hadley was pleased that she was pleased. "Would this happen to be a honeymoon for you two?" he asked. Karen and Brian looked at each other and burst out loud with laughter. "No, no. This is my son! But thank you so much for the compliment." Primal Frontiers Ch. 01 Mr. Hadley was very embarrassed and apologized at the mistake. They said it was no problem and bid him a good day. "Hm. I guess you were right Brian – you're old mom looks pretty good!" Brian just smiled, worried he might speak his mind. He grabbed their bags from the trunk of the car and together they walked along the path leading up to their Scout Lodge. Karen unlocked the door and they walked inside. It was indeed very small just as the man had said, maybe only twenty by forty feet she estimated. There was a wood burning stove in one corner, a small wooden tabled in the opposing corner, a deer skin rug on the floor, and a set of bunk beds against the back wall. That was it. It was exactly what the two of them had wanted when they planned this trip: a tiny, remote, winter escape far removed from the headaches of their everyday lives. "Man, this is so great. Just the two of us here with no other bullshit," Karen said. She was completely beside herself with glee. "Exactly. We can use a nice long break from that." After they settled in, she went on for quite a while with Brian about all the fun activities they were going to do and how this was just what the two of them needed to reward all of their hard work. Brian was just so happy to be with her, enjoying her company and their pleasant conversations that it seemed only the two of them could have. They both understood each other on a level that was special and deeply fulfilling, aside from Brian's more fleshly obsessions. They built a fire in the stove and chatted about everything just like they used to when they lived together, telling jokes and reminiscing about growing up. After a while, the mood felt nice and relaxed so Karen decided it was a good time to bring something up again. "So, how come you're not dating any girls at school?" Brian lowered his head a little and just poked the embers with a stick. "Come on, you can talk to me about it," Karen assured him. "I don't know. I guess I just haven't found any that I want to date," he shrugged. "Well, you don't have to date them necessarily. You could just, you know... hang out." "You mean a one-night-stand?" Brian raised his eyebrows and gave her a good-natured smirk. Karen giggled. "I didn't say that! Did I say that? No, I just mean that it's okay to take a break from the schoolwork sometimes if you want to go out and meet people. Being on the dean's list doesn't mean you can't have fun, you know." "I know, mom. I just... I really don't want to talk about it right now." Karen tilted her head and frowned. It saddened her to think her son didn't feel comfortable talking to her. They had always been so completely open with each other. "I'm sorry, Brian, I just worry about you is all. I just want my baby to be happy – it's a mom thing." Karen sighed as the fire crackled. "I mean after your dad left, I did everything I could to make sure you had a good life, a great life. I didn't want you feeling like you'd been shorted in any way so I promised myself I would teach you how to be a man, even though I wasn't sure how the hell I was going to do it." Karen stared into the flames as she recalled the memories. "And now you are a grown man and you're so amazing... but I still try to keep that promise." She pursed her lips and put her hand on top of his. Brian nodded his head sympathetically and kissed her on the cheek, catching a whiff of her fragrant brown hair as he did. "Thanks, mom. Don't worry, I am happy. Happy to be right here with you." Karen's eyes held tears in them which she quickly wiped away. Eventually, Brian had to excuse himself. "I gotta go to the bathroom. Did you see one around here, mom?" Karen pointed toward the back of the cabin. "Yeah, it's right outside the back door," she said with a grin. Brian opened the door and saw the outhouse standing about thirty feet away. "Oh... an outhouse. Great," he said sarcastically. "Come on, don't be a wuss. This is the real outdoors here, remember?" "Yeah, I know. I've got to pee so bad I honestly don't even care right now," Brian replied. Karen chuckled. "Go ahead, sweetie. I'm going to get changed into my PJ's and make our beds anyways. See you in a minute." Brian walked out and used the outhouse which, as expected, was very old and rickety. He shivered as the cold wind blew through the cracks in the wood. He finished up and jogged back inside to feel the warmth of the cabin. As soon as he got inside, he saw his mother squatting down on the floor going through her bag. She had changed into a white long john top and bottom that was absolutely form-fitting. "I'm just getting our pillow cases out and we should be all set," she said with her back to him. "Okay...," Brian said faintly, unable to detach his eyes from his mother's exquisite body. He was fixated on the two perfectly plump globes of her ass cheeks supported by her strong yet feminine thighs perched beneath her. The long underwear pants were so tight, he could even see the mound of her crotch slightly bulging from behind. She must have a chubby little pussy. The thought just popped into his head out of nowhere. He suddenly felt very ashamed of himself and strained to tear himself away from what he saw. Before he could, Karen stood up and spun around to face him, looking somewhat puzzled by the expression on his face. "Here you go, hun," she said as she tossed him his blue pillow case. "Thanks, mom." His words were difficult to manage as the image of his mom's flawless ass burned itself deep into his mind. Having private thoughts about her was bad enough but now it was spilling over into reality. He was going to have contain himself over the next few days. She's your mom for Christ's sake, he thought. Get your shit together, Brian. It was supposed to be his special time with his favorite person in the whole world on her 40th birthday no less. He promised himself he would have no further issues with being around his mother in such a way. He would absolutely hate himself if he made her think less of him or made her feel uncomfortable whatsoever. "I'll take the top bunk, mom," Brian said as he threw his pillow up. "Are you sure? You can sleep on bottom if you want, I really don't mind." "No, I'd rather be up top. You're probably gonna wake up before me so it'll be easier for you to get up and moving without waking me." "Alright, I'll sleep on bottom," Karen said. The two of them brushed their teeth and climbed into their beds. They had a big day tomorrow and they both tried to get to sleep quickly. The next morning, Karen awoke around 7:30. She laid there for a while, just enjoying the first moments of the day. A few birds were singing faintly outside, the window was translucent with frosty sunlight, and the room smelled of campfire from the smoldering logs in the cast iron stove. She heard Brian rolling around on the cot above her and saw the springs moving back and forth. He sat up and hung his feet over the side of the bed, which made Karen grin to herself. Her little boy was such a man now, she thought, with his hairy legs and big manly feet. Brian gave a yawn and a stretch before lowering himself out of the bed and planting his feet on the floor. Karen could now see him from the chest down with his back to her. He scratched his head and rubbed his eyes as he looked about the room. He turned his body and stood at a side angle to Karen whose grin had now faded away from her face. It was replaced by a look of astonishment because she could plainly see Brian's prominent morning erection in his boxer briefs. It wasn't so much that he had an erection, but rather how incredibly large it was that surprised her. It protruded firmly from his underwear making the material tent and stretch several inches in front of him. How am I not supposed to look at that, she wondered. It was so long and thick and she could plainly see the outline of the swollen head at the tip. His dick was like a massive branch extending from the slender tree trunk of his body. She watched as he reached down with one hand and slipped it into his underwear. He adjusted his penis so that it was tucked straight up into his waistband, making it only slightly less noticeable. Brian then turned towards the beds to take his blankets off and fold them up. Karen was paralyzed with awkwardness and a touch of curiosity as her son's huge boner stood proudly over her face. She was looking up at his package from underneath now as he folded the linens, and so she could see the bulge of his nut sack below that steel pipe of a cock. She pretended to still be asleep but didn't dare look away from such a sight. Her pussy moistened without her consent as a response to what she saw. It seemed like an eternity before he was finished, but he finally knelt down by the suitcase and started digging for his clothes. Karen let out a quiet gasp in relief. She heard the sound of Brian pulling his pants up around his waist and zipping the zipper. She drew in a deep breath and pretended to awaken. "Morning mom," Brian said politely. "Oh, hey... good morning honey," Karen replied as she gave a convincing yawn. She could still make out the lump in the front of his trousers. "What time is it?" "It's almost eight o'clock. I'm going to head down to the front desk and see about getting some breakfast. I'll ask what's-his-name about the hiking trails while I'm down there." "Mr. Hadley," Karen said, her eyes still puffy from sleep. Brian finished getting dressed and tied his boots up tight. "Right, Mr. Hadley. Anyways, I'll be back with some food in a little while, okay?" "Okay, love you sweetie." "I love you too mom," Brian said as he put his heavy jacket on. He walked out into the chilly morning air and shut the door behind him. At last Karen was alone, although she wasn't quite sure that was a good thing given the thoughts she was having. She had slept with just a few guys in the past ten years but none of them were anything special. In fact, they were all less than average in the size department but they took the edge off of her sexual appetite, at least for a little while. Now it had been over a year since she'd been with a man and the biggest dick she'd ever seen in her life had been just mere inches from her face. She felt helpless against her craving as her hand went into the front of her long johns. Karen was abashed at how sopping wet her pussy was as her fingers automatically pressed against her clit. She spread her legs open and rubbed little circles against it, already feeling the onset of an orgasm. She turned her head to one side and pictured Brian's huge, naked cock sticking up in front of her face. The pulsing veins, the smooth skin over rigid flesh, the hefty balls begging to be properly released of their hot seed. She opened her mouth and winced her eyes as the climax rocked her body, sending intense waves of pleasure which flushed her face and curled her toes. She let out a guttural scream that took her by surprise. "Oh fuck yes, Brian!" She trembled with the fading aftershocks of orgasm and used her palm to rub her entire pussy. It was dripping with hot juices and the whole cabin now reeked of her womanly aroma. Karen took some deep breaths as she tried to recover but just then, the door knob turned. She quickly jumped up and scrambled over to the wood burning stove. Brian walked in and she turned over her shoulder. "Hey. Did you find anything out?" She started to twist up some papers in preparation for a fire. Her face was still red and glazed with sweat. "Yeah, and I got some biscuits with jam and some fresh milk. What are you doing, mom?" Karen looked over with a motherly smile. "Oh I'm just getting a fire going. I think it's cold in here. Do you think it's cold? I'm feeling pretty cold." Karen spoke quickly as she began flicking the lighter. Brian was confused. "Really? Because it looks like you're sweating," he said as he set the food down on the small table. As he took his jacket off, he noticed a peculiarly sweet odor in the air. He sniffed and there was no doubt in his mind that it was pussy, pungent and fresh. He dropped his coat on the floor and inhaled deeply through his nose. The scent went down into his lungs then up into his brain where it swirled about and clouded his thoughts. Brian was dizzy with lust. He moseyed over to the fireplace where Karen was still flicking the lighter. "Here mom, let me help you with that," he said dreamily. She handed him the lighter and he knelt down next to her closely, placing his hand on her thigh for balance as he did. The honeyed smell of sex grew even stronger as he was obviously nearer to the source. Brian got the lighter working and the small flames began to grow. He brought his face to the opening of the stove and blew gently into it, causing the cinders to glow bright and ignite the tinder. "There we go, now it's going good," he said as he looked up at his Karen's face. They locked eyes in silence and stared with a reckless hunger, his hand still clutching firmly her warm thigh as she rested on one knee. The sexual tension was palpable and definite. The air was saturated with it and with each passing second they stared deeper and deeper into each other's eyes, both knowing that they should break away before things got too far but both unable to deny what they felt inside. Finally, Brian stood up and interjected. "You look a little tense, mom. Do you want me to help you with that too?" "Oh um, sure," she stammered. He slowly walked behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. Karen melted under his touch as his strong hands rubbed and kneaded her shoulders. She tilted her head to one side and moaned quietly as he massaged his way up to her neck muscles and brought his own head closer so that she could feel his breath upon her skin. It gave her goose bumps and combined with his ever more sensual rubbing made her body feel pleasant and tingly all over. Karen raised her arm up and placed a hand on the back of Brian's head, twirling her fingers in his soft hair. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, enjoying the feel of a real man with his whiskery chin and his strong muscles and his big, juicy cock – she just wanted to suck the cum right out of it. She gasped and opened her eyes, startled by the direction her mind was going. "Whew! Yup, it's much better in here now, thank you honey," she practically shouted as she stood up. "This food's gonna get cold and we should probably get ready to go soon too 'cause we've got a bunch of stuff to do today." Her juices were practically running down her legs as she scurried over to the little table where the food sat. "Yeah, mom..." Brian muttered as he snapped out his spell, "yeah, you're right we're burning daylight here." The two of them ate the biscuits and drank the milk then proceeded to brush their teeth and prepare for the day. While she was in the outhouse, Karen changed out of her panties which were soaked through with juices. She wiped her labia and slid on a fresh pair. A nice long hike was the first thing on the agenda so they would need to bundle up. She stepped into her snowsuit and pulled the straps over her shoulders. She was definitely ready to exert some of her pent up energy. She went back inside and saw that Brian was dressed and ready to go too. He had staged their packs by the door and was looking down at a map spread out on the table. "Hey, sweetie. Did you find a good route for us to take?" "Yeah," Brian began tracing a line on the map with his finger. "If we head due west for about two hundred yards or so, the trail will start curving to the north. We stay on that for about a mile before we reach the bluff. Then we just head back the way we came when we're done." "Great. Seems easy enough," Karen said with a smile and a shrug. "Should be. We just gotta get back before sundown. It's supposed to get below zero tonight," Brian warned as he flipped his pack onto his back. Karen followed suit. "Whew! No thanks. We'll be snugged up by the fireplace before then. Come on, let's head out." They stepped out of the cabin and locked the door behind them. Mr. Hadley was chopping wood on a giant stump outside of the Front Desk cabin. He was picking up a new log from the pile when he noticed the two campers. "Good morning!" he yelled to them. "Morning, Mr. Hadley," they shouted back. "Headed out to Eagle's Bluff are ya?" "Yeah, we heard it's amazing," Karen said. "Oh, it is, it is. Just watch yourself, though. That trail is pretty old and it's hard to follow sometimes." "What'd he say?" Brian asked. "He said it's getting pretty cold but have a good time... something, I don't know," she answered. "Okay, we will!" They both waved to Mr. Hadley who seemed confused but just went back to splitting the logs. Karen and Brian walked down the path that led away from the comfy cabin and the warmth of the cast iron stove, into the wilderness, where anything can happen. Primal Frontiers Ch. 02 Karen and Brian rambled down the little path headed towards Eagle's Bluff. Karen led the way with her thumbs tucked into her pack straps and a big grin on her face. She was finally living out the adventure that she had so tediously planned for many months. The eager duo pointed out various landmarks and colorful birds as they made their way along the snowy trail which, as Mr. Hadley had stated, was in a dismal state of disrepair. The shrubbery and underbrush had grown over it and some rather large dead trees had fallen across it at random spots. Brian came to a halt, produced a roll of neon-pink ribbon from his cargo pocket, tore off a bit of it and tied it to a limb which hung over the path. "Wow. Look at you, survival man!" Karen said with a smile. "Now we'll be able to find out way back just in case. Good thinking!" Brian glanced back at her with sarcastic arrogance. "I told you, mom. I got this covered. You just enjoy the scenery." "Well, okay then Mr. Big Shot. Pfft, who needs a map when we got you around?" They both smirked teasingly. The trail began to curve north just like the map had showed when they checked it back at the cabin. "One mile to go -- Eagle's Bluff, here we come," said Brian. "Ooh, I can't wait!" They kept a steady walking pace, pausing only for a moment here and there so Brian could tie more pink ribbon to the branches. After about twenty minutes or so, they came to a great oak tree that stood proud and timeworn amidst the lesser saplings. An old wooden sign was nailed to the coarse trunk. Brian leaned forward and read it aloud. "Eagle's Bluff. Watch your step." An arrow pointed straight up, indicating that their destination lie directly in front of them. Karen scowled in confusion. "I don't get it. It's just a thicket of trees and bushes." Brian cautiously stepped forward off of the path towards the evergreen grove which was dense enough to obscure one's view of the other side. She followed him into the thicket, placing a hand on his shoulder to let him know of her presence. "Be careful, sweetie," she warned. A few sharp branches scraped across her jacket and snowsuit and she lowered her head so as not to catch one to the face. She clumsily bumped into Brian's back as she walked. "What's up? Can you see anything?" "Geez. Look at that." Karen lifted her head and opened her eyes. There before her was the single most beautiful sight she had ever seen. The mountains were icy waves of brown and white that rolled into the horizon, frozen just as they crested and began to tip over. They loomed mightily over the forest floor which looked like a white plush shag carpet spreading out for miles in all directions. Several streams cut crooked lines through the trees and disappeared behind the drawling slopes. "Oh Brian, it's unbelievable! I've never seen anything like it. It's so much better in real life than in the picture!" They stood there for a minute simply drinking in the lovely scenery. Sharing such a moment seemed to bring the two of them even closer together. Karen looked over at him with adoration. "I'm so happy you're here with me, sweetie. I'm just so happy!" She exclaimed as she opened her arms for a big hug. They held on to one another tightly and for longer than they probably should have. Brian closed both eyes and sniffed her fragrant brown hair as it whipped across his face with the breeze. The soft skin of her neck warmed his cheeks and he thought that he would very much like to kiss it. He impulsively pushed his hips toward hers as the attraction began to take hold once more. She knew at once that she should separate and move along but, much like the stained boxers in the bathroom, she found herself compelled by curiosity and perhaps something more. When at last they broke apart, there was an awkward, albeit stimulating exchange of lustful glares that left Karen blushing. "What do you think? You want to head back now?" Brian asked. "Hang on. Let's celebrate with some lunch," Karen smiled as she pulled something small out of her pocket and tore open the wrapper. Brian saw it and chuckled. "A granola bar, huh? Awesome." "See? Your mom thought of some stuff too! You'd be starving to death out here if it wasn't for me." She broke it in half and gave Brian his share. The pair ate their snack and chatted for a while as they stared out into the wilderness. "Looks like a storm's rolling in," said Brian nodding in the direction of the dark clouds crowning over the mountains. The cold wind began to pick up and they decided to start walking back before it got any worse. They returned through the thicket of pines and shrubbery and started off down the trail again, this time with a bit more pep in their step in fear that they'd get caught in the winter storm. A pink trail marker shone brightly in the distance, followed by another one, then another. When they found the fourth strip of neon ribbon, it was lying on the ground after having clearly been blown off of the branch it was attached to. Brian picked it up and glanced around. The worn out trail was barely visible as it was but now the snow was falling steadily, further obscuring their vision. "Which way do we go?" "This way," he said motioning towards his best guess. He was getting worried but he tried to sound confident so as not to upset his mother. We can't be that far away now anyways, he thought. If nothing else, we'll see the big frozen lake with the fishing huts and walk along the shore back to the cabin. They went deeper into the woods, walking for over twenty minutes before coming to a stop. The polar wind was now gusting in at full speed and it cut through them to the bone. Karen's teeth began to chatter. "Honey, I don't think this is right. Let's go back and try to find the trail again." Brian grudgingly turned around and they walked back the way they had come from but they only made it a short ways before the storm became overwhelmingly powerful. They both staggered back and raised a hand to their brow from the force of the breeze. This was no ordinary wintery gale -- it was a full on blizzard and it brought with it the gut-wrenching realization that their very lives were now in danger. Brian grabbed onto his mother's arm and trudged through the powdery knee-deep drifts. A break in the trees could be seen in the distance, giving them hope that their ordeal would soon be at an end. It's the lake, Karen thought. Thank god. Her heart sank when they reached the clearing only to see a wide frozen creek with a rather steep bank on the other side and yet more forest to stumble through. Another blast of frigid air was an exclamation point to their misery, adding insult to the already unpromising situation. Brian shook his head in frustration, mostly at having made himself look incompetent in front of his mother and only somewhat because of the dreary circumstances. "Damn! This fuckin' storm -- I can't tell where the trail is anymore!" "I know, me either. Look maybe if we follow this creek we'll come to the lake and be home free. This might be the one that feeds right into it." "Maybe. If nothing else we have a terrain feature now that we can use to orient ourselves. Walking through the woods blindly is too confusing and it's just getting us more lost." He hated to admit that he had no better ideas. "So which way then?" Brian pointed somewhat arbitrarily down the creek in one direction. "That way. I think the lake is that way." So they began toddling along the edge of the stream hoping against hope that the rows of ice fishing shacks lay just around the next bend. Brian was about to turn back towards Karen to say something when she suddenly slipped on a patch of ice and lost her footing. She screamed in terror and threw her arms up as her body slid down the bank and smashed through the ice, the glacial waters splashing up over her head. "Mom!" Brian cried out as he threw down his pack. She resurfaced and gasped for air. She immediately began to freak out and flail her arms from the shock. "Bri... Brian hel -- help me! Help me!" He dropped his hat and jacket and carefully lowered himself to the bottom of the bank where the dirt met the water. "Grab my hand! Grab my hand, mom!" He extended his arm as far as he could while grabbing onto a low hanging tree branch with the other one. "Grab my arm!" In her panic, Karen desperately seized onto his arm with both hands and tried to pull herself out of the water with all of her might, but only succeeding in pulling Brian down into the water with her head first. He too reemerged with a terrible shout, deathly afraid but still able to search for a means of escape. He grabbed onto the low hanging tree branch and pulled as hard as he could, successfully lifting his dripping body out from the hole and onto the safety of the stream's edge. He then turned towards his mother and gripped the soggy fabric of her arms. Using his considerable adrenaline rush, he pulled and pulled, gritting his teeth and digging his boot heels into the dirt until at last they were both able to stand upright again on solid ground. "Th -- thank you, thank... you. Oh, thank you. Oh shit." They both shivered uncontrollably. He wasn't looking at her. His arms were crossed, his head down, his eyes faded and distant. "I can't feel my arms... I can't f-feel my arms or m-my l-legs..." Karen knew he was in trouble. "Brian, sweetie, look at me. Listen to m-my voice and focus," she said. "We have -- have to get war-warm and we h-h-have to do it right away. Okay?" She brought her face close to his so she could look directly into his eyes. Their skin was now pasty white. "How are going to... do that?" "We have to get out of these wet clothes and we have to use our b-body heat. It's the only way. We have to." Before she finished the sentence, she began unrolling the sleeping bag from his pack and also pulled out an all-weather poncho and a white t-shirt. She then helped him take off his wet shirt and boots. He was able to finish undressing on his own and Karen did the same. In his hypothermic state, he vaguely comprehended the sight of her naked body, the feminine curves and protruding nipples, but all thoughts other than his pending demise seemed mostly irrelevant at that point. They quickly lay down on their side in the sleeping bag which had a thick polypro shell to insulate it from the ground. There they stayed, pressed tightly together with chattering teeth and a reserved despondency at how swiftly they had arrived at such a terrible fate. Nightfall brought with it the humble stillness that could nearly convince them that they were already dead; forever frozen in time together in the darkness. The thought was unusually comforting to the both of them. Brian awoke from his dream in disarray. He gasped and darted his eyes around quickly to ascertain his whereabouts. He was safe, he was warm and he was with his mother. He steadied his breathing and calmed himself down. Karen was still passed out and sleeping soundly in front of him. Even after all they had been through, the smell of her hair was still intoxicatingly pleasant. Then he remembered what was going on. He peeked over top of her head and saw their packs resting under the snow-covered poncho. Their wet clothes and boots from the previous day were now in a frozen heap next to the packs. He was naked in a sleeping bag spooning with his mother and she was naked too. He had been way too cold to think clearly when they had first gotten into the bag the night before. Only the warmth mattered then. They were both just doing the best they could to keep each other alive. But now that they were warm and relatively comfortable, the reality of the situation was beginning to set in. He moved his body slightly to confirm what he remembered and sure enough he felt Karen's smooth body sliding against his skin. Brian was nearly overcome with excitement but he tried his best to suppress it. They were still in a survival situation after all. After a moment, he dared to raise his hand up and place it on the curve of her hip. He closed his eyes in delight and gave the soft flesh the gentle little squeeze that it begged for. That was enough. That simple motion along with the heat of his mother's body had caused Brian to become extremely aroused. Karen opened her eyes slowly and felt completely at peace. She was still very groggy but at least she had slept, she thought, and at least she was warm. She felt her son's taut, slender chest and abs as he lay behind her. She enjoyed his embrace and the feel of his strong hand on her bare waist. She then felt something else start to happen, something unmistakably familiar from her married days. She became aware of a slight stirring in Brian's groin area. His penis twitched and raised up. She didn't want to believe it at first but it soon became too apparent to ignore. Oh my god... he's getting hard, she thought as his dick slowly but steadily began to stiffen and grow until it became rock solid nestled between her warm, supple butt cheeks. She could feel just how very long and fat her son's cock was now as it pulsed against her tender backside. The swollen head was bulbous and throbbing on her tailbone while the thick, rigid shaft lined her whole ass crack snugly and completely. His substantial girth was starting to spread her cheeks apart and Brian's balls felt big and full as they dangled against the back of her thigh just below the ass. Karen bit her lip. She was shocked at his size. Sure, she knew that he had a large penis from catching glimpses of him here and there, but feeling it pushed onto her like this in its entirety was something else. His dick was as hot and firm as she had ever felt on any man and as awkward as it was, she could not help but be amazed. Karen hesitated at first, not wanting to embarrass her son any more than she was sure he already was, but eventually decided it was best to just get it out into the open like an adult. "Um, Brian... sweetie are you awake?" She asked quietly, wishing that he wasn't. Brian cleared his throat and replied. "Yeah." "Honey, do you need me to get into my own sleeping bag? I can if you want." Brian swallowed hard with anxiety. He knew exactly why she was asking him but he wasn't ready to acknowledge such a thing. "No, I mean... it's still freezing out, mom. We should wait 'til the sun is up before we get out of the bag." He really hoped his answer would be enough but Karen continued. "I know, it's not that. It's just... well Brian, honey, you have an erection." Brian held his breath and felt his stomach drop, felt his face become flush. He knew what she had said but it was still tough to comprehend it. What was he supposed to say now? Sorry mom I'm hard because you're incredibly sexy and I want to bang you? He tried instead to play the victim. "Yeah, I know. I'm sorry, mom. It just kind of happens sometimes in the morning, you know? Sorry. I'm like super embarrassed." He brought his voice to a humble if not pitiful tone. "Oh, Brian no. Don't be embarrassed!" She turned her head so that she could see him over her shoulder. "I may be your mother but I have heard of morning wood before," she said with a playful grin. "I just thought it might be uncomfortable for you is all." Brian raised one eyebrow. "Um, if anything I would think it'd be uncomfortable for you." Karen just smirked and shrugged her shoulders. "Well, I mean it is, um... I mean it's pretty noticeable." Now she was the one getting red in the face. She hoped against hope that he hadn't noticed how hot and damp her crotch had become in just a few seconds. "Yeah, I'm aware of that," Brian said grinning bashfully. Again Karen thought about shutting up before she said too much, but went ahead with it since the subject had already been broached. "But it's also a very natural thing to happen to a boy your age when you're... you know, close to a woman." Brian sighed with relief at her reassuring response. "That is true. We are pretty close right now, huh?" "Yeah, I'd say so." Karen chuckled. "And pretty naked," he added with a snicker of his own. "Yeah, I'd say so!" They both laughed out loud for the first time since they were by the fire at the cabin. It felt good to laugh but it felt even better for Brian to feel his mother's soft body quivering against him as she did, the heat from her loins now blatantly evident. They calmed down and laid there in silence for a moment, with only the sound of a nearby warbler chirping peacefully to greet the orange sun as it blazed between the tall trees. They savored the moment together, for both the comfort it provided before what was sure to be another long, strenuous day and for their own private, individual reasons. "Do you want to get up now, mom?" Brian asked, desperately wishing that he could stay this way forever. "No. Not yet. I'm too warm and cozy right now," she said with a yawn as she laid her head back down. The gentle words were music to his ears. She grabbed his arm and wrapped it around her midriff so that his hand was touching her belly. Brian couldn't be certain of it, but he swore he felt her scoot her hips back ever so slightly and press into his raging boner even more. Then again, it may have just been wishful thinking. "I love you, mom," he whispered. "I love you too, sweetie," she replied wearily as her eyelids drooped. He listened to her breathing become deeper and slower until she finally fell asleep. For Brian, there wasn't a chance in hell of going back to sleep. His mother, the sexiest woman he knew, the object of his absolute affection was lying buck naked in front of him. He could hardly control his breathing let alone his hormones. He blinked his eyes a few times to make sure he wasn't dreaming, then he flexed his rock hard cock. Karen's plump butt cheeks hugged his shaft ever so slightly, the silky smoothness of her skin tormenting his self-restraint. He clutched her waist and dared to push his hips into her a bit, spreading her ass apart even more, then held his breath waiting for her to respond. She did nothing, so he continued to push into her. Brian repeated this process ever so carefully, until at last he felt the underside of his prick pushed firmly against her asshole. He savored the touch of her hot, clenched sphincter puckered up against his manhood. This alone was more than he could have ever asked for but just then, Karen began to stir. She arched her back and stuck her ass out while leaning her head towards Brian's face, letting out a quiet moan as she did. Brian now felt the wet, chubby mound of her pussy jammed up against his beefy prick. He tensed up in utter surprise and simultaneous pleasure. His mother still seemed to be sleeping but her body squirmed upon his with a sexual hunger. She began gyrating her hips so that her slippery pussy lips slid up and down against his pulsating cock. Brian's mouth fell open and he kissed the side of her neck gently, making her moan some more. Karen's body was on erotic autopilot as the pace of her gyrations began to pick up. Brian could not help but respond with rhythmic thrusts of his own, allowing his whole cock to grind on her vulva from the tip to the base and back again as he held her hips in his hands. Faster and faster they humped into each other, until he could hear the squishing sound of her juices which now soaked their crotches and thighs. Brian's eyes began to water and his breathing was rapid -- he knew he wouldn't last much longer. In his blind frenzy, he reached his hand up to her chest and grabbed a handful of her big bouncing tit. Suddenly, Karen tensed up and she inhaled sharply a few times, then she let out a forceful groan as the tremors overtook her body. This put Brian over the edge. He too began moaning and felt his cock spurt a hot gush of cum that shot all the way up to his neck and splashed down his mom's back. The orgasm was mind-blowing, making him spasm and grunt as he continued to ejaculate all over their bodies. It lasted longer than any he could remember before it and he reveled in the pure ecstasy that rocked through his very core. Primal Frontiers Ch. 02 Karen's groan had diminished to a shrill whimper while her legs entangled with her son's and her warm liquids leaked out to mix with his. A few seconds later it was quiet, near silent even, save for the panting of those two sultry beings, raw and sweaty and exposed for the animals that they were. Then, with a gasp of horror, Karen was wide awake and was all too aware of what had just taken place. The horror began to set in. "Brian," she cried. "Oh shit, Brian!" "Hm? What's wrong, mom?" he asked, still euphoric from his orgasm. "Oh my god... what did we just do?" She reached behind and touched her fingertips to the globs of cum still dripping down the small of her back. "Oh no. Brian... I am so sorry! I was asleep, I didn't realize what was going on!" "Yeah... yeah I was asleep too. Um, mom? I think I just... came on you." He could scarcely believe his own words. "You did. You did but it wasn't your fault, sweetie. We we're both asleep and I started dreaming and next thing I knew... oh my god, I came too." Karen sighed with guilt. "I can't believe this." Brian could hear the heavy burden in her wavering voice. He removed his hand from her breast and placed it on her shoulder. "Hey, it's ok, mom. I don't think either one of us could help it. This is just a crazy situation we're in, you know? We're both doing the best we can. Please don't blame yourself." His words were sweet and comforting; just what needed to be said. Karen sniffled a few times before composing herself. "Thanks. You always know just what to say." She reached up to wipe her eyes but stopped when she saw the dollop of Brian's cum dribbling down her finger. After a moment's hesitation, she quickly sucked it into her mouth and swallowed it. The salty sweetness was delicious and reminded her of her early years as a cum guzzling college blowjob queen. But the disgust and regret returned quickly. Ok, inappropriate Karen, she thought to herself, but this time almost laughing at how far past inappropriate she already was. Brian seemed none the wiser of her actions. "Alright. We definitely need to get up now," she declared. "Yeah I agree. Here let me get this zipper." Brian sat upright and reached across her to unzip the sleeping bag. His softening penis flopped across her ass as he pulled the zipper down and around their legs. "There's no easy way to do this," she said. "We're both naked so," she sighed, "whatever. Let's just get up and get dressed." Karen opened up the bag which released the musk of their arousal into both of their faces, making for an awkward shared glance. She separated herself from his body and stood up slowly. She was facing away from Brian and he stared casually at her luscious nude figure. Her back, ass, and legs were so thickly glazed with his cum that it dripped off her body and onto the ground. Steam was rising from her sun kissed skin as she stretched her limbs and neck, giving her a magnificent, almost angelic glow in the auburn beams of light. "Shit, I'm a mess." She looked down at Brian. "You are too. Well, we can just help each other clean up before we get dressed. I'll need you to get my back, okay?" "Yeah, no problem." Brian looked around for a second before grabbing the t-shirt he had used as a pillow. "This'll work." He got up and began cleaning off his mother's back, working from the top down. Her body was stunning. He wiped away the sticky glaze as best he could, enjoying the jiggling of her pouty cheeks as he dabbed them. "God, this is so crazy. I am so, so sorry, Brian. I just can't believe it." Karen shook her head with a distant stare. "Mom, seriously, don't beat yourself up over it. All we got to worry about now is finding our way back. It'll be like none of this ever happened." "I don't know how it could ever be like that." "Well, you know what I mean." "Yeah. Did you get it all off?" Karen looked over her shoulder as she asked. "Just about. One last spot." Brian cupped the rag in his hand and reached between his mom's thighs. She let out a little gasp and jumped slightly when he wiped her vagina off from front to back, brushing by her clit in the process. "There we go. Now you're good." Karen scowled at him. "I could have done that myself, Brian," she said sternly, trying to ignore the pleasing tingle it gave her. "Sorry." "It's fine. Let me get you now." Brian handed her the shirt and she folded it over to the cleaner side. She used one arm to cover her nipples as best she could and the other to clean him off meticulously like she did when he was a boy with food on his face. His chest and abdomen were so well-sculpted and manscaped. She struggled to keep a neutral expression as she marveled over the naked stud that was her son. When she got down to his thighs, it became obvious that his cock was beginning to stiffen up again and he already had a semi-boner. "Ahem..." Karen cleared her throat mockingly. She handed the rag to Brian. "I think you'd better do the rest. We don't want anymore... issues." "Geez, mom I told you I can't help it. You think I'm not weirded out by all of this too?" Brian asked as he wiped off his genitals. "I don't know, you seem pretty comfortable to be honest," Karen replied, trying her damndest to break her focus from his gorgeous meat but failing miserably. "Well, I'm not. I mean... it did feel good but --" "Ugh, Brian!" Karen shouted angrily. "What? Didn't it feel good for you too?" "Yeah, of course it did but that doesn't mean I'm ok with it." She shook her head, still fixated on his hefty cock. "And how are you getting hard again? You just came like five minutes ago!" "I don't know. Why do you keep staring at it?" Brian fired back as he tilted his head. "Staring? I'm not... look, I don't..." Karen stammered in embarrassment. Brian grinned slyly inclining her to finally come out with it. "Your dick is fucking huge, okay!? How am I not supposed to look?" Her words echoed into the bleak woodlands. "Your body is fucking incredible! How am I not supposed to get hard!?" It was silent again. Flabbergasted, Karen brought her hands up to her mouth and just stared into her son's bright blue eyes, so full of fire and passion. Who were they? She thought. What had they become? She quickly put her hands back over her nipples. "Because I'm your mother. Because you're my son." Her words were soft and familiar again which Brian at ease. "We're both obviously feeling certain things right now, but what we're feeling isn't going to help us get out of these woods. I can't be mad at you, Brian. You saved my life. You're my hero. And you're the only person in this world that means anything to me." Brian cooled his temper and gave her that boyish smile she remembered from his youth. He remembered the promise he made to himself back at the cabin to control his urges around his mother, no matter how strong they were. "You're right. We need to relax and keep cool. If we just stay calm and work together, we'll figure out a way out of this mess. Sorry for fighting with you, mom, and for... everything else. I don't ever want to hurt you or push you away. I want you to know that I'm here for you. I love you, mom." "I love you too, sweetie. Now how about we get dressed and get out of here?" "Sounds like a plan." Brian and Karen put their spare clothing on and tied the laces of their heavy boots. They rolled up their sleeping bags and secured them to their packs. Brain unfolded the map onto a log and hunkered down over it. After a few minutes of compass reading and muttering to himself, he was fairly certain on the best course of action. "Alright, here's the deal," he said confidently. Karen knelt down closely beside him so she could listen. "Eagle's Bluff and the rest of the mountains are all to the north of our cabin, running east and west." Brian's finger slid from left to right on the map. "We haven't run into any mountains since we got lost so we know we haven't gone too far north. The road we drove up here on runs north and south." "The one we turned off of to pull into Oak Frontiers?" "Yeah. So I figure if we head due east of here, we should eventually run right into that road. Then we can just follow it back to the campsite or maybe even flag down a car." Brian looked up at his mom. "It's just as good a plan as any," she shrugged, sounding distant and withdrawn. "Mom, are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... I'll just feel a whole lot better once we're out of these god damn woods." Karen said wearily as she shook her head. "I know, me too. We're going to be back soon, okay? You've been great so far, mom. Just hang in there a little while longer." "I will, sweetie. I'll be alright really. You just keep that thing under control young man." Karen pointed to the sizeable lump bulging out from Brian's pants. "All I can do is try, right?" Karen smiled and waited for her son to turn his back to her to take a compass reading. Then she took out her roll of toilet paper, ripped off the last few sheets of it and stuffed her hand down the front of her snow pants. Her pussy was still sopping wet and she needed something to soak up her juices as they trekked through the woods. Brian motioned his hand forward and they set foot into the timbers once more with high spirits and a renewed sense of honesty between them, among other things. They walked at a steady pass for over an hour, stopping periodically to make sure they were still on the same heading. Every so often, they'd take a break to eat granola bars and drink some water, ever careful to ration their supplies just in case they stayed lost for longer than expected. Sometimes one of them would get disheartened by their seemingly endless journey, compelling the other one to pick their spirits up. They leaned on each other for rest and held hands when treading on patches of ice. The sun had drifted more than half way across the sky before Brian began to question his plan. We should have reached the road by now, he thought. We must've been more lost then we thought. He stopped suddenly and let out a long sigh. They had been walking for several hours now and had seen no significant terrain features or signs of civilization. Just the ancient, unrelenting forest that mocked their every step. "What the hell? Why haven't we reached the road yet?" Karen spoke in between breaths with her hands on her knees. "I don't know. We've been traveling east the whole time, we should've been there by now. Maybe we're almost there. Maybe it's just a little farther down, you know?" "No. I don't think it is. We've walked for like five or six miles. The road wouldn't be that far." Karen stood upright and put her hands on her hips. "We're in deep shit, here." "Yeah, mom. We are." He gazed in between the trees at the sinking sun, already making him shiver in anticipation of the coming twilight. They needed to figure something out before sunset, for he was certain they would not last another frigid night in the frontier. "We've got to keep moving." "Brian, no. This walking east thing is not working out. Check the map again and plan a different route. This one is taking us nowhere." "Mom, I'm telling you we will hit that road soon. It's just a matter of time before-" "God dammit, Brian!" Karen shouted. The sad look on his face made her lower her tone. "Sweetie, it's just not working out. We're getting more and more lost and it's going to get cold and dark soon. We should just use the energy we have left to figure out another plan. I'm not walking east anymore." The stared at each other for a few seconds before Brian finally wiped his nose and set his pack down. Karen watched him rummage through it, seeing the look of intensity and determination on his now whiskered face. He had become so rugged and manly over the past few days, stoking her pride in him as his mother while intensifying her lust for him as a woman with unmet needs. Karen spotted his toilet paper roll in the ruck sack. "Hey, can I borrow that TP real quick?" She said as she stuck her hand out. Brian pulled out his water bottle and took a quick sip. "What for?" "Because I just need it. Please." She tried her best not to be bitchy. "Sure." He produced the roll and tossed it to his mother. He watched as she wadded up a bunch into her hand. Karen decided she was beyond petty modesty at this point. She reached down her trousers and pulled out the old pad of tissue witch was now clumped and sticky with juices. Brian's eyes grew wide as he watched her put the fresh wad into position against her crotch. "Don't even ask." Karen rolled her eyes. "I wasn't going to. I understand, trust me." He said as his dick roused with excitement. "Anyways, what are we going to do now?" "It's going to get dark in a few hours and we don't have much energy left. We'll need to set up for the night again." "And then what?" "Well. I suppose we could head north from here. We're bound to see those mountains again." Brian turned his head and looked to the north. Karen sighed. "So we're just going to wander through the woods some more? That's the plan?" "Mom, I know it's frustrating but you've got to trust me. I'm trying my best here." He pleaded with Karen as she dropped her gear on the ground. "Frustrating? We're completely lost, Brian! I'm not frustrated, I'm scared! What the hell are we going to do? We're running out of food, we're running out of water!" Karen pulled out her original pair of clothes and boots, still encrusted with ice. "And the only other clothes I have are god damn frozen!" She wound up and threw one boot as hard as she could. It smacked against a something with a loud, hollow thump. They fell silent and looked at each other. Brian walked cautiously over to where the boot had landed. They both saw what appeared to be a large mound of snow, perhaps covering an old fallen tree. Brian made a fist with his right hand and thumped it against the thing. Another hollow thump was made and the snow pile collapsed partially, revealing a very artificial looking wooden wall. Karen ran over to assist her son in sweeping off the remaining snow, their actions becoming more frenzied as they realized what they were looking at. It was definitely not a fallen tree or anything else occurring naturally in the forest. "It's... it's some kind of shelter! Like a hunting blind or something!" Brian shouted excitedly. "Maybe there's stuff in there. Oh my god, maybe there's food in there! Or a better map or something!" Karen was elated. She used her fingertips to search for the edge of a hatch or doorway. She then heard a jingling sound behind her. She looked back to see Brian holding a large rusted chain in his hands. "Step back, mom. I'm gonna try something." Karen did as he said and stood next to him. Brian leaned back and yanked on the chain, making a large crack in the ice that covered the shelter. He pulled a few more times, but to no avail. "Give me a hand!" Karen took up the remaining slack of the chain. "Count of three... one, two, THREE!" They both heaved as hard as they could which broke the heavy ice and popped off the metal rectangular hatch beneath. The pair fell to the ground, making them laugh out loud as they helped each other up. "I'll be damned. It is a shelter." Brian poked his head inside. "It looks like it goes down into the ground." "Really?" "Yeah." He took a few small steps inside. "Whoa, this place is way bigger than it looks. Quick, get me the flashlight!" Brian stuck his hand out the entrance. Karen sprinted back over to the packs and dug through. When she returned to the shelter with the flashlight, Brian was all the way into it. She stepped inside and handed the flashlight to Brian, who quickly turned it on. "There's all kinds of stuff in here," he said as he shined the cone of light back and forth. The ground was dug out about four or five feet down and the room was around half the size of their little cabin, and slightly more primitive as well. "Check it out!" Brian hurried over to an old kerosene lantern hanging from a nail stuck in the wooden wall. "It's still got fluid left in it." He took out the book of matches from his pocket and flicked one of them alight. He carefully touched it to the wick of the lantern and turned the key to allow the flame to grow. The entire shelter was now properly illuminated, revealing a row of wooden cupboards as well as a simple wooden chair and a gun port with a Plexiglas slat that could be slid open and closed, presumably for use by a deer hunter to ambush the wild passersby. Karen began rummaging through the cupboards, opening one after the next in search on anything of value. "What's this?" She asked as she began unwrapping a plastic clad brick. "Cheese! And this other one is crackers or... bread or something. It's food, Brian! Oh thank god!" Karen found five more blocks of preserved rations in the cupboards which she stacked into a neat little pile at her feet. There was beef jerky, dried apricots, and of course, a whole box of granola bars. Brian just smiled though, scarcely able to believe what luck they had in finding this place. He approached his mother and gave her a big hug, relishing their first embrace since that fruitful morning in the sleeping bag. She still reeked of desire. "This is great mom, it really is. But it's still going to get freezing cold in here before too long." "You're right. We'll need to figure something out to bed down for the night. But right now, I'm hungry! Let's divvy up this food and eat." "Good idea. I'll go get the packs from outside." Brian retrieved their gear from outside and brought it in. He then picked up the metal hatch off the ground and pulled it back place to cover the hole and seal up the shelter from the elements. He rubbed the warmth back into his hands and upon turning around, he noticed that his mom had taken off her coat and sweater and was just wearing her thin, white long john top. Her boots and snow pants, however, remained in place. "It's actually not too cold in here right now. I'll let my coat dry out a little." "Okay," Brian mumbled as he walked in, unable to refrain from staring at her hard nips which poked out from beneath the white fabric. He recalled the feel of her warm, engorged breast in the palm of his hand. Karen just smirked at his boyish nervousness. They kept some food out and split the rest up as equally as they could and shoved it into their packs. They sat Indian style across from each other on the floor, unwrapping the bricks of cheese and what Brian described as 'hardtack.' He of course gave Karen a detailed explanation of how it was distributed amongst troops during the Civil War and packed onto ships for long voyages throughout history. Karen just nodded her head and smiled as she broke off chunks of the stone like bread and made sandwiches with the cheese. She was enjoying his company once again and smiled at how excited he got while talking to her. He intermittently glanced down at her tits as he shoved bits of food into his mouth, once or twice turning away bashfully as Karen caught him. A little male attention still felt good, as long as I don't let it go farther than that, she thought. The ambient glow of sunlight had changed from white to orange and a final blue as the day began to slip away. When they had their fill, the pair looked up at each other and locked eyes for a moment. A bitter cold breeze swept into the shelter through the cracks in the wall. Both of them knew there was only one thing to do but neither of them wanted to admit it. Finally, Brian stated the simple truth of the matter. "We need to use our body heat again. It's the only way we're going to make it." He spoke firmly and absolutely, knowing full well that they could not survive another subzero evening in the wild without each other's warmth. Primal Frontiers Ch. 02 "Okay," Karen resigned, "but this time we should keep our underwear on." "And we should lay back to back. You know, just in case." Karen was relieved that they were on the same page. She wasn't certain she could control herself at this point so it was good to know that Brian was sympathetic to her plight. She knew that he too was a raging ball of pent up sexual energy quivering to be released at a moment's notice. "Right, good idea. I'll go ahead and change first." Brian nodded and unrolled the sleeping bag in between them. "Can you just turn around for a second please?" She pointed down and spun her finger in a circle. "Sure, of course." Ever the gentleman, Brian turned his back and heard his mother's clothes sliding down her body. He wanted desperately to turn around and envelope her naked flesh, but restrained himself to the best of his abilities. She stepped into the sleeping bag and laid down with her back to her son, leaving the flap open to allow him to get in with her. "Okay, you can go ahead now." Karen said. Brian spun back around and saw her immaculate figure from behind, wearing only a purple bra and matching high-cut panties which did little to conceal her wonderfully pudgy ass. He quickly removed his cold weather clothes down to his boxer briefs, which were already tenting from his semi-boner. He knelt down and slipped into the sleeping bag with his back to his mom, nearly shuddering as he felt her smooth skin brushing against his own. "Are you comfortable mom? Are you okay?" He asked with genuine concern. Karen grinned. "Yes I'm fine, honey. How about you?" "I'm good. I'm exhausted from so much walking," he said with a yawn. "Still can't believe we found this place. Crazy luck, huh?" "Yeah. It's not all luck though. We make a good team, you and I." "We really do. Hope we're good enough to get the hell out of this mess." Brian's words became slurred and his eyes fluttered shut. "Let's just get some sleep. We can figure out what we're going to do in the morning, sweetie." Brian yawned again. "Sounds good, mom." Karen lie motionless, reflecting on the past few days. Where they went wrong, where they went right, where the line between the two became blurred by licentious yearning. But one thing was clear: they needed each other now more than ever. "Brian," Karen said quietly. There was no answer as he was already soundly asleep. "I love you." She closed her eyes and allowed fatigue to quiet her harried mind. Karen awoke suddenly. She didn't know what time it was but she felt as though it hadn't been long since they laid down. The shelter was now pitch black and the only sound she heard was the slow steady breathing of Brian at her back. She was aware of something else though, something beyond the meagre senses of sight and sound. She was teeming with desire. Her whole body ached with it; became hot with it; began squirming around restlessly with it in the form of her vulgar gyrations. Except this time she was wide awake, unlike the previous night. The wicked longings burned from deep within on some ancient, powerful level she had never experienced before. She stopped the movements with every bit of her self-control and took a deep breath in silence. Brian continued to snore peacefully behind her. She was ever-conscious of his warm body which seemed to be getting hotter against her own. My chest and belly are getting kind of chilly, she reasoned to herself. I'll just flip over to warm up. No big deal. Karen rotated around so she was facing her son's back. She scooted close so that her hefty tits pushed against him and their legs touched at parallel angles. Having seen him sleep since he was a baby, she could tell that he was absolutely passed out and would not be easily awoken. She reached out into the darkness with caution, allowing her hand to come to rest on Brian's shoulder. She slid it down over his muscular chest and abdomen, appreciating every cord of muscle beneath her dainty fingers. She continued to do this for a few minutes, back and forth over his brawny physique, her pussy already beginning to moisten in her panties. She was sliding her hand on another downward stroke over his six pack when she decided to just let it continue to slide along. Her hand came at last to rest on Brian's crotch, where she felt his flaccid penis cloaked beneath his underwear. Her heart began to race and her breaths were shallow and tense. Karen was conscious of her depravity yet seemingly unable to abstain from it in all of its mischievous enjoyment. She ran a single fingertip along the side of his shaft which was still fairly lengthy even when limp. It achieved the desired results. His cock began to extend and swell which prompted Karen to reach into his shorts and clutched it gently in her hand. She wanted to feel it become erect while she held it, knowing that it was her touch that had the effect. Brian's meaty stick was now rock solid and it pulsated in his mom's grip. She was astonished at his massive girth and length. Karen estimated him to be about eight inches in length and at least six inches around as her hand wasn't even close to wrapping all the way around it. She gently eased her son's body over onto his back so she could better access her new play toy. She went back to fondling and squeezing it from top to bottom. It was so sturdy and hard for her, ready to be gobbled up into her hungry mouth. The thought made her giddy with pleasure and she couldn't help but use her other hand to play with herself. It slid into the front of her panties and she pressed a middle finger between her labia. Soaked. Absolutely soaked. She stifled a moan as her finger pushed all the way into her hot pussy. She picked up the pace with both of her hands, stroking with the left and fingering up to the knuckles with the right, becoming lost in the depths of deviant sexual instinct. Her first orgasm snuck up on her something fierce, making her wince her eyes and bite her lip. She held on to Brian's dick for dear life as wave after wave of blissful climax shuddered through her. She took only a moment to recuperate before resuming her frantic hand motions. Within another minute or so, a second orgasm began creeping up. This one was more what she was used to and she turned her head and opened her mouth in anticipation like she usually did. Again her body was hit by intense surges of pleasure that shot through her like electric current -- she nearly screamed out in the night but stopped herself at the last second. After another moment of recovery, she continued her dual masturbation. This went one for quite some time; Karen groping her son's cock while rapidly jamming her fingers into her saturated pussy. She was a woman possessed by the need to feel, the need to touch, the need to cum. After what must have been an hour or so, her energy had last been drained. Her arms were tired and her clit was too sensitive for even the slightest contact. Juices dripped from her puffy vulva and ran down the crack of her ass and sweat had beaded up on her forehead. She reached over and felt that Brian's cock was still stiff as a board. She touched it lightly now, just admiring his member instead of stroking it. She felt at the tip that a warm wet spot of pre-cum had formed even though he had never once woken up. Karen rolled onto her side and got comfortable. Although she was satisfied, for now anyways, she still greatly enjoyed caressing and rubbing her son's big dick. For just that moment, in the cool midnight air, it was her big dick to do what she wanted with. He was her man and she his woman - for in the pitch darkness of the shelter, who could say otherwise? Brian awoke to the sound of the zipper being undone on the sleeping bag. It was a discouraging noise which meant that his mother was awake and he would not be able to touch her discreetly while she slept. Oh well, he thought. Maybe next time. He sighed and sat up from the floor. That's when he noticed it. "Ouch. What the hell?" He groaned. "What's wrong, sweetie? Are you okay?" Karen asked as she put on her long johns. "I don't know, it's..." Brian hesitated. "Never mind. It's probably nothing." "Baby, tell me what's wrong, what's hurting you? Did you pull something?" Reluctantly he confided. "No, it's... it's my balls, mom. They're really sore." He looked up at her with troubled, painful eyes that invoked her maternal compassion. "Oh, no. Well, what could be causing that?" Brian reached down and touched his tender scrotum. "I don't know. They're really swollen too." He said as he grimaced with pain. Karen began to have an idea of what the problem might be. She cleared her throat and spoke in a very motherly tone. "Brian, I think I might know why you are hurting down there, but I'll need to take a look in order to make sure." Brian's face took on a look of blushing discomfiture. He knew she was just trying to help him but his lust seemed to be more potent than ever this morning. "Okay. If you think you want to -- or should. I meant should." Brian cursed his nervousness. Karen just smiled politely and sat down in the wooden chair. "Yeah, just let me take a look and we'll see what the problem is. I'm you're mom -- it's nothing I haven't seen before." Brian stood up slowly and walked over to his mother. He walked somewhat bowlegged from the pain in his scrotum, which really concerned Karen. He stopped when he was about a foot away from her and stood straight up. To his surprise, Karen put her hands on his hips and pulled him closer to her, making him shuffle his feet forward to catch up. "There we go." Brian's crotch was now mere inches from his mother's face. She looked up at him with those big brown doe eyes. "Alright, I'm going to go ahead and take your undies down, sweetie." Karen hooked her fingers into the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs and gradually pulled them down, revealing his pubic hair. She gave the garment one last little tug allowing Brian's long, flimsy cock to flop out in front of her face, nearly touching her nose. "Wow." "What is it?" Brian asked with uneasiness. "Sorry. It's just really big is all. Still getting used to it. Okay, let's see here." He could feel her delicate fingers lift up his shaft from underneath so she could better see his nut sack. He was anxious to get it over with as he already felt his arousal stirring within. "So what's up? Do you notice anything wrong?" Karen was stunned. She stared at the dark, swollen orbs that hung full and heavy beneath his already growing his penis. Shit, what have I done? She thought. It was because of her and her selfishness that he was suffering and she knew it. The thought was more than she could bear. Brian's voice snapped her back to the matter at hand. "Mom... hello?" "Yeah. Sorry, Brian, but I don't know the medical term. You've heard of blue balls right?" She asked looking back up at him. "I know what blue balls are. Is that what's going on?" "Yup. Like really bad." She moved his dick around to get a better look and Brian felt it getting hard in her hand. "Okay. So now what? I mean it's nothing too serious I guess." He tried to expedite the examination as quickly as possible. "Well, it could be. You definitely don't want to be in such pain like this. We're going to be walking a lot more today and you could barely walk across the room, Brian." As she spoke, his cock became stiffer and fatter until it was again at full attention, pulsating in her hand. She felt it prudent to let go of it so as not to embarrass him further. "There you go again," she said with a grin. "Sorry, mom. I wish that didn't happen." "Hey, what did I tell you about apologizing? We can't always control our bodies, I know that." Brian felt her warm breath on his genitals as she spoke, driving him to the brink of madness with yearning. "It's true. It is hard to control sometimes." The innocent look in her beautiful eyes told him that the next move was his. His hands began to tremble. "Yeah. So hard..." Karen's head tilted slightly and her lips parted, her gaze now locked back in on Brian's manhood, her mouth now watering. Their eyes met once again, this time brimming with hunger. Brian dared to reach up and place a hand on the side of her head, his fingers entwining in her soft hair. "Well, I guess I'll just have to tough it out. We're not going to make it out of here by standing around talking all day." He reached down with his free hand and began to pull up his underwear when Karen suddenly grabbed his wrist. "No. We have to take care of this now, Brian. And there's only one way to do that, but you're going to have to trust me." "What are you going to do, mom?" Karen leaned forward, stuck her tongue out all the way and licked the underside of his cock from the balls to the tip. Brian inhaled deeply and held his breath. "No matter what happens, don't pull out of my mouth." And with that, she opened up wide, wrapped her lips around his dick and started to suck. Brian exhaled with a moan. "Oh... shit," he muttered feeling her warm mouth suctioning around his shaft. She slowly began moving her head back and forth in a steady rhythm, going about a third of the way down his length before pulling back to the tip. Brian's shock had quickly given way to raw, hedonistic impulse and his hand remained on the side of his mother's head just above the ear. He felt her pause to flick her tongue rapidly against the sensitive skin just below the bulbous helmet of his cock. With reckless abandon, he grabbed her dome with both of his hands and stuffed his prick deep into the back of her throat, making her gag and cough. She didn't pull away though, and instead let him hump into her mouth over and over again. "Mm, mm, mm, mm." That's it, baby. Loosen up my throat like a good boy, she thought. I can take it. She spluttered and winced with each powerful thrust, the drool dangling from her lower lip. Brian was in a dreamlike state of disbelief, hunched over the wooden chair, face fucking his gorgeous mother with her cranium sandwiched between his palms. The more she choked on his meaty rod the more she seemed to enjoy it. Eventually, he slowed his assault on her face out of sheer sympathy and concern. Karen looked back up at him with disappointment, careful not to take her mouth off his dick. She took a breath through her nose, grabbed his naked ass and pulled him into her fiercely. He watched his shaft disappear in between her lips inch by inch until his pubes tickled her nose and his balls rested upon her chin, those darling brown eyes never breaking with his own. "God damn..." Brian moaned and leaned his head back. Karen had clearly mastered the art of the blowjob and was aiming to prove it to her son. She held him there for a moment so he could feel her throat constricting around his rigid pipe. She then continued to gorge on him hard and fast, slurping and licking while using a free hand to play with his balls and taint. The other hand was preoccupied fiddling between her own legs. Neither one of them had ever been so aroused in their entire lives. "Mm!" Karen's eyes rolled back into her head along with Brian's fleshy staff. She felt his balls rise up and heard him begin to pant in crescendo. He just couldn't take it anymore. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," he huffed looking down at his mom. Karen instantly shoved her head forward and deep throated him to the hilt while still locking eyes. "Aw FUCK! Ugh, ugh!" His dick went straight down her gullet and started pumping huge torrents of cum into it. He came so hard that his legs began to shake and he could barely see straight. Karen swallowed frantically to keep up, happily gulping down the hot semen into her belly. She held on to his thighs so he wouldn't fall over. When she was certain she had drained his nuts of every last drop, she slowly pulled her mouth back while keeping a tight seal around the shaft. As her lips got to the tip of his cock, she finally released her suction with a loud pop and wiped her face clean with the back of her hand. "There now. Do you feel better, sweetie?" Her voice was as wholesome and endearing as ever. "Wow," he said still trying to recover. "That was amazing. I've never felt anything like it. So amazing." "A girl's never given you oral sex before?" Karen asked raising an eyebrow. "Yeah they have. But it was nothing compared to that. That was just so..." "Amazing?" Karen smiled. "Yeah!" They both laughed heartily. Brian stroked his cock as it shrank and softened, feeling the residual goodness still tickling his loins. Karen leisurely traced circles around her swollen clit. A dark wet spot had formed at the front of her pants. The utter debauchery of her act was enough to make her blood boil with primordial urges. "Did you mean it?" A sultry seductress had replaced the nurturing mother. Brian looked up, rather puzzled. "What?" "When you said my body was fucking incredible. Did you mean it?" She lowered her head slightly. "Of course I did, mom." With that, Karen stood up and pulled her shirt over her head, allowing her nice round tits to bounce out of the white cloth top. Brian automatically honed in and scooped them up in his rough hands, closing his eyes and eagerly sucking on a nipple like a nursing baby. His mother cradled his head and moaned with delight prompting Brian to drop one of his hands down to her thigh. He ran his fingers up her leg little by little sending chills through her nerves and raising goose bumps from her skin. At last he reached her warm, tender crotch, cupping it with his palm and massaging back and forth. Karen's recognizable hip gyrations told him she was already about to cum so he took his hand away and spun his mother around forcefully by the shoulders. She cooed with glee at his masculine gruffness; the timid boy was now a savage beast starving for her flesh. He pushed on her back which made her bend forward. Karen grabbed the arms of the chair and arched her back while keeping her legs straight, anticipating what her son had in mind. Brian knelt down and peeled away her moist long johns to uncover that which he sought more than anything else. There it was in all of its glory. That smooth, perfectly plump, perfectly round ass of his dreams was now one inch in front of his face, so naked and close that he could feel the heat emanating off of it. He got down on his knees, placed his hands on her cheeks and spread them apart, exposing her tightly clenched butthole above a glossy pair of blooming pink labia. Brian opened his mouth and buried his face into her most private areas, making her squeal with excitement. "Ah!" He feasted on her vagina and anus voraciously, smearing his mouth and nose with her succulent juices. Her taste was delectable, even better than he had imagined. Brian pulled away quickly just for air, then delved back in for some more. He used his tongue to probe the rim of her sphincter, then darted it in and out of her pussy. Karen dug her nails into the arms of the chair and began to whimper. "Ohhh god yes I'm gonna cum, baby! Ohhhhh!" Brian pointed his index and middle fingers out and slid them straight up her cunt as he sucked on her sweet rosebud. Karen screamed as her orgasm took over her body. "Ohhh yeah! Ohhh f-f-fuck! Ohhh! Ohh! Oh!" Her hips and midriff undulated and a jet of her warm fluids spurted onto his face. He kept on fingering her as she came until she begged him for mercy. "Stop! Oh Brian, please stop, just gimme a minute." Brian reluctantly obliged seeing that she was having trouble controlling her spasms. Karen sat down properly into the chair, slouching back with her legs spread wide open, her body still trembling. "Where did you learn how to do that, mister?" she slurred with a smile. Primal Frontiers Ch. 03 "In other news, a mother and son were found and rescued late last night after being lost in the woods for nearly two days. The pair were on vacation at the Oak Frontiers camp grounds just west of Highway 3 when they went missing during a hiking expedition. They were feared dead after their tracks were followed to a hole in the ice of a nearby frozen stream. That's when Charles Hadley, the owner and proprietor of Oak Frontiers, contacted the Department of Natural Resources. Channel 4 spoke with Mr. Hadley earlier this morning about the incident:" "After I found that hole in the ice I got pretty worried so I got a hold of the DNR and they sent two guys out to help me look around. We found some tracks and a few pieces of trash here and there just a couple miles down the way. That's when I realized how close we were to one of my old hunting shacks I'd built a while back. Figured we should take a look and sure enough that's where we found them, all huddled up trying to keep warm." Click. Karen switched off the radio and put her hand back on the wheel. She focused completely on the road with a blank stare on her face, absolutely ignoring Brian as much as possible. Everything had been a blur since they were found the previous night: the ambulance ride to the hospital, the exam by the doctors and nurses, the news crew waiting for an interview outside of the doors to the ER. Karen didn't even acknowledge them. She and Brian just walked right past them with the DNR officers who then drove them back to Oak Frontiers so they could collect their belongings and drive home. She hadn't said more than two words to Brian all that time either. She saw him out of her peripheral turn his head and look at her as if he were going to speak, which she hoped to God he wasn't. "Mom," he said softly. "Are you alright?" Karen did not reply. Maybe if she ignored him he would just let it go. "Mom." No such luck. "What?" She kept her eyes on the road. "Are you alright?" "I'm good." "You're good?" "Mm hm. I'm good." Brian studied her face for emotion but found none. "Are you sure?" "Yup. I just want to get home, take a shower, and get some sleep. That's all." It was obvious she didn't care to engage him but he felt compelled to press the issue given the circumstance. "Mom, I think we should maybe talk about-" "There's nothing to talk about," she snapped at him. A brief silence followed. "We went on our trip and now it's all over. Back to the real world tomorrow. Back to our regular, normal jobs and our regular, normal lives. You're going back to school soon and I have to go to work and that's it. So there's nothing to talk about." Brian continued to stare at her quietly for a few seconds, wrinkling his forehead and raising his brow. "Okay," he said reluctantly. Her fitful behavior was seriously beginning to worry him. The rest of the long drive home was just as uneventful, with only the computerized voice of the GPS to keep them company. The cookie cutter homes of the middle class suburbs were draped in red and green Christmas lights or displaying nativity scenes in the front yard. A wispy snow had dusted the ground and rooftops, giving everything a sparkling white patina. When they finally pulled into the driveway, Karen got out of the car in a hurry and grabbed her bag from the trunk before marching into the house and slamming the front door. Brian hadn't even got out of the car yet. When he got into the house, he could hear that his mother had already gone upstairs and turned on the shower. He set his bag down in the foyer and slowly walked up the stairs. There was a trail of clothing that he followed to the second floor. First a coat, then a sweater, then a bra. As he got to the top of the stairway he found her blue jeans. He continued down the hall until he was right in front of the bathroom door where at his feet lie Karen's baby blue cotton panties. Brian reached down slowly and picked them up off the carpet. The small whitish blot in the crotch of the underwear required him to bring them to his nose and take a whiff. He closed his eyes and savored the aroma of her pussy which evoked the delicious memories of their lovemaking. That's what it was, he thought; they made love. It wasn't just fucking. Sure, it was certainly that and then some, but he knew deep down that it was something more. He could feel it and in the intense heat of those moments, he knew his mother felt it too. He dropped the panties on the floor and eased the bathroom door open. The curtain was closed and he heard his mother snapping shut the lid of her shampoo bottle. With the patience of a lion hunting its prey, he crept silently over to the shower, slid one finger into the curtain and ever so gently pulled it aside. It was perfect timing. Karen had her eyes shut tightly as she leaned her head back into the stream of water to rinse the shampoo out. Brian took his time in looking her naked body up and down: the smooth, shiny skin, the hourglass curves of her hips and waist, the big, juicy tits cloaked in streams of white soap and jiggling as she ran her hands through her hair. His cock sprang into action almost immediately and he desperately wanted to disrobe and join her but he decided it was best to duck out before he was noticed. He carefully shut the door behind him and went back downstairs to retrieve his bag. Soon after, Karen turned the chrome lever on the wall to turn off the shower. It gave a little squeak and the water ceased, leaving her at the mercy of the cruel silence that befell the room. She opened the curtain and grabbed a white towel off the rack to dry off, starting at her face and head then working her way down her body like she always did. When she put the towel against her crotch, the sting of sore muscles and raw skin made her wince and of course evoked thoughts of Brian pounding into her with his huge cock. Her eyes wrinkled up as she frowned and began to cry. She put her face into her open palms and knelt down on the bathroom floor, naked and alone, freshly cleaned but still feeling like the filthy whore who actually had sex with her own son. She didn't know how she was ever going to get past it. Karen sniffled a few times as she tried to regain her composure. "Just chill out and stay calm. Everything's going to be okay," she lied quietly to herself and nodded her head for a moment before remembering one of her favorite sayings. "This too shall pass." The old adage somehow seemed to comfort her. "This too shall pass." Karen took a deep breath and gracefully stood up from the bathroom floor. She finished drying her body off and wrapped the towel around herself neatly. She looked at her own sad face in the mirror and leaned in towards it with a stern expression. "You can do this," she said coldly. "You're fine." She let the words sink in for a few seconds before flipping off the lights and stepping out the door and into the hallway. She walked smartly towards her room at the end of the hall, at a steady pace and with good posture. Sometimes, bad shit happens, she thought. You can't let that break you down as a person. You have to be strong and confident to get through times like this so you can come out better for it in the end. She turned her head instinctively just as she passed the open door to Brian's room. There sat her son at the foot of his bed, his eyes closed with one hand behind him propping his torso up while the other hand stroked up and down his rock solid eight inch erection. Karen shrieked and put her hand over her mouth, startling Brian who then looked at her in shock. He saw that her eyes were locked in on his dick and she seemed to be peeling herself away from it. "Shit, I'm sorry mom! I thought you were still in the shower!" He scrambled to pull his pants and underwear up from around his ankles. "It's okay, I'm just... I'm going to my room now!" Karen stammered as she shut his door and ran down the hallway before going into her own room and slamming the bedroom door. She pressed her back and arms against it, as if Brian's was going to smash through it and take her by force at any moment. Why the fuck would he do that? The question burned itself into her mind against the backdrop of his massive cock jutting up from between his thighs. The answer suddenly became clear to her. He knew that she was coming down the hallway and he knew that she would look into his room. He wanted her to see him. Karen locked her door and started getting dressed. Things were going to have to change between the two of them, she thought as she slammed the dresser drawers open and closed. No more "accidents" were going to happen, not in this house. She heard the stairs creaking as Brian stepped down them. If he wants to act like a child then I'll treat him like a child. Taking charge of the situation, she decided, was the only way to get a handle on their fleshly desires... or at least she hoped so. Karen pulled her sweatshirt over her head and put her hair back into a ponytail, then went downstairs after Brian. She could hear some commotion in the laundry room which was just past the foyer on the right hand side. She approached slowly and knocked on the white painted door. "Hey, are you dressed?" "Yeah." She opened the door and peeked in to see him dropping the last of the dirty clothes from the camping trip into the washing machine. He shut the lid and started the wash cycle. "What's up mom?" "I need to talk to you about some things." Karen looked down and saw that he was clutching something tightly in his right hand and that he had tried to hide it behind his leg when she noticed. "What's that?" "Nothing." His lips curled into a roguish grin. "Brian, tell me what's in your hand." He opened his fist up to reveal her baby blue cotton panties wadded up in his palm, the ones she had just taken off before she got into the shower. She didn't look nearly as amused as Brian hoped she would. "I think you meant to put those in there," she said stone faced. He looked down at them and snickered. "Oh, yeah. Woops. Must have forgot." He raised the lid and dropped them into the wash with the other garments. Karen just sighed and crossed her arms. "Look, you've got another two weeks before your next semester starts. If you're going to stay here like you planned on doing, there's going to have to be a few rules." "Rules? What do you mean? Like what?" he shrugged. "Like from now on, we will shut our bedroom doors when we're in there and we will shut the bathroom door when we're in there." "Okay." His smug facial expression mocked her words. "We will pick up after ourselves and we won't be handling anyone's underwear except for our own." "Mom, I was just trying to-" Karen raised her voice and interrupted, "No more touching places we're not supposed to touch and no more discussion of things we're not supposed to discuss. Is that understood?" "Things like what?" "You know exactly what. Inappropriate things. Now is that understood or not?" Brian just rolled his eyes in response. "Is it?" His nonchalant attitude finally gave in to her parental authority. "Yes, mom." "Good. Now help me get the decorations down out of the attic." She turned and walked down the hallway towards the garage. "Christmas is in three days and we don't have anything up yet." For the next two days, Karen and Brian hung up strands of lights along the gutters, pinned red ribbons to the doors, bought fresh groceries for a Christmas breakfast and last but not least, decorated the tree with dozens of beautiful ornaments. Many of them were very old and had become heir looms in their own right amongst Karen's family. It was one of her favorite parts about Christmas. It somehow made her feel close to all those whom she loved that had themselves grown old and since passed on. Brian took a particularly ancient and fragile looking glass sphere out of the box and unwrapped the tissue paper surrounding it. "What's this one?" "Ah, that was your Grandma Thompson's," Karen smiled over her shoulder as she hung another one from the plastic branches. "She gave it to me when I went away to college. You know, a million years ago." "Hm." Brian could appreciate that his grandma, whom he loved very much when he was a child, had held the very same item in her hands just as he was at that moment. He passed it to Karen and retrieved another ornament, this one had something written on it in sparkly letters. "And this one?" Upon laying eyes on the thing, Karen's face became a mixture of glum and beguiled all at the same time. "You're dad gave me that one on our first Christmas together." Brian read the words on the red bulb out loud. Karen mouthed the words as she heard her son say them. "Merry Christmas to us. K and J, 1993." Brian's father's name was Jerry, but he was always just dad to him. "Why'd you keep it? I mean he left a long time ago." "I know. I guess I just wanted something to remind me of when things were good between him and me. They really were once you know." She said as if trying to convince him. "Then... I don't know what happened. Things just went downhill." "What caused it? I was too young to remember. Why did dad decide to leave?" Karen raised her eyebrows. "That's a good question. There's probably more than just one answer to be honest." "Such as?" Karen did not expect her son to take such an interest in the subject. "Well, for one we got married way to young. We should have lived together for a while, got to know each other better. But we were just kids and we thought we were in love. We thought we had to tie the knot before something or someone came along and took one of us away. Your father wanted to hang on to me, so he asked and I said yes. Simple as that." "You mean you guys didn't really love each other?" "No, I think we did at first. Kind of... lust was probably more like it actually. Boy, he was so handsome. I thought he was the most attractive man I'd ever seen, even more than the famous movie stars or musicians back then." Karen's eyes were lost in rumination of the past but all Brian could do was scratch his head in confusion. "So, you got married and had a baby but you really just liked having sex with him?" "Brian," she tilted her head in disapproval. "It wasn't like that. Your father was a good man and he took great care of me for a long time. You're too young to understand - relationships can get very complicated." The words became so ridiculous the moment she said them. She opened her mouth like she was going to continue but instead just went back to her ornaments. "Yes? I'm listening." "That's all, I was finished." "No, no you were just saying something about how relationships can be so... complicated." She detected the mischievous tone in his voice which made her feel a bit uneasy. "I was but... I lost my train of thought. Oh well, it wasn't that important anyway," she shrugged and reached up high on the tree to hang another trinket. When she did, the bottom of her green, zip-up fleece rose past the waist of her pants, revealing the pale, tender flank between her ribs and hip bone. Brian placed his right hand on the soft flesh and stood very closely behind her, directly in line with her body. "You know," he began to speak softly, "I can see why dad wanted to hang on to you so bad." He leaned in so that his lips were a mere inch away from her ear lobe and lowered his voice to a near whisper. "Once you grab on, I know just how hard it can be to let go." He slid his hand up the front of her shirt and cupped her lace bra-covered breast, squeezing it firmly. Karen let the breath out of her lungs and closed her eyes in pleasure while Brian kissed along the nape of her neck. She instinctively allowed her hand to reach back and slowly rub his stiffening prick through his blue jeans, her other hand reaching up behind her shoulder to run her fingers through his short, brown hair. Then she abruptly broke herself away and wriggled out of his grasp, turning around sharply to face him. "This is not going to happen, Brian. I told you that." Brian sighed disappointedly and grinned. "I know you did. But I still thought it was worth a try." The bulge in his pants was now quite prominent and jutted out in front of him shamelessly. "No, it is not worth a try. Didn't you listen to anything I said to you? I put these rules into place for a reason, Brian. I am your mother and you are my son and that's all there is to it! There are certain things we just can't do, you know that! It's just not right!" "Come off it already, will you? We've already done those things, mom. And are you honestly going to tell me that it didn't feel right?" "We were lost in the woods. I wasn't myself and neither were you, we were scared and alone and we weren't thinking clearly. It doesn't matter if it felt good or not, it still doesn't make it okay." "It doesn't?" "No!" Karen shouted, ushering in an uncomfortable silence between them. She closed her eyes to break her attention away from his massive erection. Jesus, she thought, why is this so difficult? She had to draw a line in the sand. "Brian, I love you and really I don't want us to have problems. But if you don't stop behaving this way I will kick you out of my house." "What? Are you serious?" He was shocked. He'd never imagined that she would even consider such a thing let alone propose it. He just stood with his look of astonishment and stared at her as she nodded her head. "Okay," he uttered. "I'll follow your rules, I don't want to upset you. But that doesn't mean I have to like it." "Guess you'll just have to get used to it," she shrugged, then pointed down to his huge bulge. "Oh and try taking a cold shower, honey. I think it'll help." With that she walked past him calmly and started walking up the stairs. "Gee thanks," he shouted back. After their exploits in the woods, he knew his mother felt guilty and downright whorish but he still hadn't planned on her resisting him so much these past few days. Karen was a wild, sex-hungry animal just like him and he had thought it was only a matter of time before the hormones got the best of her. As he heard her walk up the stairs, down the hall and into her bedroom with the door closing behind her, he figured he must have had her all wrong. The whole thing really was just a fluke and his mother was his mother again, nothing more nothing less. He suddenly felt rotten about his actions over the past few days, overtly teasing and flirting like some creepy roommate, driving her to threaten his dismissal from the very house he had grown up in. It ends today, he thought. He'd follow her rules, he didn't want to upset her. But that didn't mean he couldn't still fantasize. He too went up to his bedroom and closed the door behind him, his pants undone and down his legs as laid back onto the bed. Karen was leaning against her dresser with her arms out in front of her, staring into the mirror as she had done before. Only this time, she didn't see a sad, vulnerable thing wrapped in shame and a bath towel. She saw a beautiful woman with luscious curves and soft cheeks blushing with passion. She saw the object of one man's desire - a man who was only just down the hall at that very moment, yearning, aching to please her inside and out with his incredible physique and undeniable skill. She unsnapped the button of her jeans. Brian was already naked from the waist down, lying on his back and applying some water-based lubricant to his hand. He snapped the lid shut and slowly eased his hand around his thick cock. It was rock hard and quite warm from all the excitement and the cool lube felt good as he began steady stroking. He closed his eyes and had to imagine only briefly to see his mother's pouty lips wrapped around his dick, her big brown eyes staring up at him while she gagged and sucked with such passion. Primal Frontiers Ch. 03 Karen kept looking into the mirror and saw her pants get unzipped, then get pushed down at the sides in order to be shimmied over her plump, round ass. They dropped around her ankles and she stepped out of them slowly. She then unzipped her fleece, taking note of how deep and long her breaths were becoming as she shed more and more clothing. She saw it fall off her shoulders and strip down her arms, revealing the sexy lace bra which held her big, ripe tits. Brian began jacking harder and faster, his fist making a squishing sound as it pumped up and down over. He thought about how hard his mother came when he was fucking her doggy style; her pussy muscles clenching as he pulled her hair and smacked her perfectly round, jiggling ass cheeks. God he wanted nothing more than to fuck her like that again. He opened his mouth slightly and took a few sharp breaths. His toes curled up and his hips began to thrust. His mother was at the same time caressing her warm body, sliding a hand up her midsection and grabbing her breast just as Brian had done. It made her moan with pleasure and she reached her other hand down the front of her black lace panties. Her pussy was of course soaking wet, making it easy to insert her middle finger between her lips. She yelped rather loudly, louder than she wanted too, but it didn't interfere with the business at hand. Seeing her own self performing such depravities in the mirror only heightened the excitement. Brian was at the height of his pleasure when he heard his mother's distinctive moans from down the hall and it brought him quickly over the edge. He let a big rope of cum spurt up from his dick, followed by another and another as he reveled in the near certainty that Karen was also pleasuring herself in the next room over, making his climax even that much better. His dick pulsed and released the last few drops of semen and he allowed his body to relax. If only this cum was all over her pretty face, he thought. Karen had to brace herself against the dresser. She was now fingering her tight pussy at a frantic pace and had pushed her bra up to allow her hefty tits to hang freely. They swayed to and fro as she gyrated her hips and felt the onset of her orgasm begin to well up. "Oh f-f-fuck," she cried as the gratification jolted through her body from the bottom up, making her twitch with delight. She continued to fiddle her clit and felt a dribble of warm juices running down her legs and onto the wood floor. It lasted about ten more seconds before she could exhale and catch her breath. She stayed like that for a moment, her face pressed against the top of the dresser, her hand hanging on to the edge of it, legs spread and tits dangling, gathering her thoughts as she came down from her sexual high. Okay, that wasn't right, she thought. But damn did I need it! She giggled to herself as she stood up and saw how swollen her breasts were. She giggled again when she had to literally peel her saturated panties off of her crotch to remove them before tossing them into the hamper. Karen reasoned to herself that she was only human after all. And what people did alone behind closed doors was their own business and no one else's. Besides, she already felt that most of the tension had left her body - a very welcome release after the past few days. It was a fulfilling but also fatiguing sensation, and she promptly changed into her pajamas and brushed her teeth, quite pleased with herself for having handled the recent events with such firmness and poise. She took one last look in the mirror then left her bedroom and walked down the hallway past her son's room, stopping briefly to talk through the closed door. "Sweetie, come down to the living room whenever you're ready, okay?" "Okay mom," he shouted back, still wiping the cum off of his six pack abs. When he was finished, he got up from his bed, took off his shirt and put his red flannel robe on. He tied the sash around his waist firmly and headed for the door, dropping the dirty towel into the clothing hamper on his way out. As he made his way downstairs, he caught a whiff of burning wood and knew that his mom had just lit up the fireplace in the living room. He couldn't help but be reminded of their cabin at Oak Frontiers; that intimate moment they shared by the cast iron stove. When he rounded the corner into the living room, heard 1950's renditions of old Christmas tunes playing on the stereo and saw that Karen was bent over placing another small log atop the ones that were already lit. She was wearing a grey t-shirt and baby blue plush lounge pants with a white draw string that was practically painted on to her curves. He admired her sensationally corpulent ass swaying behind her with the music, wishing his face was buried deep into it as usual. "Hey." Karen jumped a little at the sound of his voice. "Oh, Brian you startled me." "Sorry, mom," Brian said taking a seat on the long leather couch. "That fire feels nice." Karen shrugged. "Yeah, I like having a fire on Christmas Eve. It reminds me of how we used to in the old days. All gathered around trying to warm our hands up because we just got done building a snowman." She blinked a few times and stared into the flames. "We used to have so much fun." "Hey, who says we can't anymore?" He hoped honestly that she hadn't taken it the wrong way and was relieved when she looked at him and smiled. "I know. You're right. I just like to reminisce sometimes that's all." She sighed and turned her body towards him, clasping her hands in front of her with a clap. "So." "So?" "Would you like to get your present right now?" Karen beamed with anticipatory joy. Brian chuckled. "Well it's not quite Christmas yet but I have a feeling you want to give me my present right now." Her eyes lit up. "Is that a yes?" "You twisted my arm. Yeah, I want my present please." Karen applauded excitedly. "Yay!" She went to the opposite corner of the room where the Christmas tree stood and reached behind it, retrieving a box that was about a foot wide and half a foot thick. It was wrapped in dark blue paper and adorned with a fancy white bow. She walked over and sat next to Brian, placing the box carefully into his hands. It was quite heavy and he could only imagine what his mother had gotten him since he hadn't remembered giving any indication of what he wanted. He tore the paper off and marveled at the sleek decal on the box. "N800. You got me the N800," he said in disbelief. Karen was grinning ear to ear. The N800 was a top-of-the-line gaming laptop that had just came on the market a few months earlier. It had received rave reviews and was on any burgeoning tech junkie's wish list. Brian then remembered that he had rambled on about it one time on the phone with his mother when it had first come out. Between his student loans and his car payment, he'd never expected he'd actually be getting one, at least not this soon. "Are you so happy?" Karen bit her lip and raised her brow which did indeed make Brian happy, albeit for different reasons. He gave her a big smile and leaned in for a hug. "I love it mom. Thank you. I can't wait to try it out." He could already imagine the hours of HD porn he'd be watching on the 19 inch LCD screen. For now though, he savored her warm embrace, making sure to push his chest into hers in order to feel her big, soft tits squishing against him. They released each other and Brian cleared his throat then looked down at the floor. Karen looked at him quizzically. "What?" "I guess it's just as good a time as any to give you your present." "Ooh, goody! I didn't know you even got me anything. I mean, I would understand if you didn't because of school and your other bills." Brian got up and went into the kitchen where he stood on his tip toes and reached over the row of oak cabinets. With his long arms he was just able to retrieve the wide, flat box from where he had hidden it. "Sneaky sneaky. I never could have reached up there even if I wanted too." "I know," Brian said as he walked slowly back into the living room. "Now before you open this, keep in mind that I bought it a few days ago - before we had our little talk. So please don't be mad at me." He handed her the unwrapped, white box and sat in the recliner across from the couch. Karen took it from him and immediately began to open it. "Be mad at you, Brian your giving me a present, how could I possibly..." her words faded and hung in the air. All she could do was stare into the cardboard box with bewilderment. Brian looked down again, brought his palm to his face and sighed anxiously. He looked back up in time to see his mother reach into the box and pinch the smooth fabric of the garment within, raising it slowly up in front of her like it was a volatile chemical compound ready to explode at any moment. Brian felt that something needed to be said. "It's okay if you hate it." "No, no, I don't hate it, um. I, uh... I mean it's a..." It was a red satin embroidery corset with black trim and suspenders with matching black net thigh high lace top stockings and a pair of red G-string panties. "It's lingerie," he blurted out. Karen nodded her head. "Yes it is, I can see that." She looked at the tag attached to the side of it. "How did you know I was a size 8?" Brian just gave her a look of absurdity. "Never mind." She studied the garment carefully, admiring the quality material and fancy sloping curves of the embroidery upon the low-cut bust. "Well it certainly is nice. It must have cost you a pretty penny." "There's nothing in this world worth more than you, mom." The words simply melted her heart. "Oh, Brian. Come here," she said as she opened her arms up. He walked over and sat down next to her for another hug. She closed her weepy eyes and held him tightly, feeling his head rest upon her shoulder just like when he was a little boy. Yes, the gift was wildly inappropriate, but it was from her son. It was from her best friend in the whole world and although their relationship had taken a sharp turn for the Freudian as of late, she simply could not respond with anything but gratitude. In the strangest of ways, she knew the gift was from the heart, even if it was meant to compliment the other body parts. Brian too had closed his eyes, relishing the feel of his mother's body against his once again. He turned his head towards her so that her long, brown hair was tickling his face. He inhaled her sweet scent which was a mixture of expensive, tropical shampoo and smoky wood from the fireplace. There was absolutely no place he'd rather have been than right there in that moment, wordlessly enfolded in her gentle embrace. After a while, Karen looked down and saw the large tent in the crotch of her son's robe. Poor guy, she thought. He really just cannot help it can he? Without wanting to ruin the moment, she decided it was time move things along. "Brian... honey..." Karen said tenderly. "Yeah mom?" "I think the hug is over sweetie," she chuckled. "Oh. Right." Brian let go of her and scooted back to a comfortable distance. He had nearly fallen asleep on her shoulder. "What time is it?" "It's late and you look tired. What do you say we brush our teeth and go to bed? You know Santa won't come unless you're asleep right?" She smiled and poked his arm. "Ha ha, very funny." He got up and stretched, only then realizing that his giant boner was protruding out in front of him as he quickly tucked it up into his waist band. He saw that his mother had noticed and was trying not to look amused. "Sorry." Karen shook her head and giggled. "Merry Christmas Brian." She leaned in and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Merry Christmas mom." With that, they put the fire out, made sure the door was locked and walked upstairs to the bathroom. One after the other, they brushed their teeth and retired to their bedrooms. Brian closed his door behind him just like his mother had instructed and untied his robe, letting it fall to the floor. He pulled the black lace panties that he had retrieved from Karen's clothes hamper out from under his pillow and sniffed them deeply. They were still damp with her juices. "Good night, Brian. Sweet dreams," she called from her room down the hall. "G'night mom. I love you." Karen held the corset up against her body as she looked in the mirror. She had to admit, it was one of the nicest sets of lingerie she'd ever seen and she knew for a fact that she would look stunning in it. She scoffed and tossed it onto the dresser. Not tonight, she thought as she flicked off her lamp and climbed into bed. She took a deep breath and reflected on the past week. Things are getting better, just like you knew they would. She drifted off to sleep, feeling very satisfied that she was regaining the control in her life that she so desperately needed. The next morning, the two of them worked together to make a fantastic Christmas breakfast just like they had done in years past. After eating and cleaning up, they went and saw Aunt Margaret who lived alone in an old apartment building on the other side of town. Aunt Margaret was old too and it took her a few seconds to recognize her family as they walked in. They all sat and talked for an hour or so, eating coffee and donuts before Karen gave her a present; a new phone with big buttons and an easy to read screen. They finally said goodbye and went back home to relax for the rest of the day. This was very familiar to the two of them as a Thompson family tradition. Karen and Brian went on like that for the next five days, waking up, eating breakfast, then relaxing and enjoying the remainder of their vacation in relative peace. They talked over dinners, watched movies, took naps and ran small errands about town. Brian's urges seemed to be under control and Karen was back to her usual gleeful, confident self. What happened behind closed doors stayed behind closed doors and there were no more incidents in the Thompson family. All seemed right and good in the world and the events of Oak Frontiers and the wilderness were beginning to seem like a distant memory from another life. On the morning of the sixth day, Karen got out of bed, put her pink robe on and went to the bathroom. She took a towel from the cabinet and started the shower, allowing the water to get to the proper temperature. When it was, she sloughed off her robe and stepped into the tub, shutting the curtain behind her. She had only just begun to wash her body when she noticed it. Each time her hand even came near her vagina, the pleasure was so intense that it made her quiver and sometimes jolt. She had been pleasuring herself regularly in the privacy of her own bedroom (and once in the laundry room when Brian was at the store), but on that morning she was feeling hornier than usual for some reason. Perhaps it was due to the peculiar dreams she'd just awoken from, dreams of being scared and alone in the darkness, wanting to cry out for help but being unable to speak. She had been frightened and it was at the height of her fear when she felt the big, masculine hands being applied to her body, slowly caressing and comforting her like a warm blanket. This seemed to put her mind and body at ease until the fear was completely eradicated, replaced by well-being and love. The hands became increasingly frisky in their caresses, approaching her most private of areas before retreating back to her thighs and arms. It made her squirm and giggle with delight and the hands responded by touching her in an ever more sexual manner. They were the rough hands of a man, strong and sturdy, marvelously aggressive upon the flesh of a beautiful woman. She wanted more though. She wanted to reach out past the hands to the arms and shoulders. She wanted to grab ahold of the man behind the hands and pull him into her as hard as possible, to feel him fill her up completely as only a real man could until she was mumbling and spasming uncontrollably from the visceral, hypnotically orgasmic pleasure. That's when she awoke in her bed, groping her breasts and writhing about. And now that she was naked and alone in the shower, it was simply a matter of fact that she had to finger herself. She began by testing her erogenous zones, probing the puffy outer labia with her middle finger, enjoying the slow introduction of her indulgence. She then moved on to the clit, where the small circles she made over top of it forced her to moan and lean back against the shower wall. The little pink bud was already so swollen that it was poking out from beneath the clitoral hood begging to be touched. A minute later, Karen was opening her mouth and wincing at the onset of her first orgasm which, she decided, was only just the beginning. She lifted her right leg and planted her foot against the wall, keeping the other foot flat on the floor of the tub. She reached down with her right hand and insert two fingers into her hot pussy while using her left hand to squeeze her big tits. Her fingers moved gently at first, probing the slick vaginal walls and setting a steady pace. But was soon they were fluttering rapidly between her thighs as she bit her lip and came once again. This time, the climax didn't fade away but instead seemed to intensify as it went on. She took full advantage of this by speeding up her hand motions until she was literally slamming her fingers into her pussy at a frantic pace, feeling her body quake and her knees buckle, moaning and cussing with reckless abandon. At last the orgasm subsided and when it did, Karen was left panting and whimpering under the torrent of water. Her body was a high-voltage power line, humming with electric sex and ready to blast anyone who touched her right out of their shoes. She felt good and even somewhat gratified, but still she needed more. On any other day, what she had just done would have been more than enough to satiate but today was different. There was a hunger aching deep within her that demanded her complete and utter attention and she did not dare deny such a thing. It was a raw, animalistic impulse that she had not felt in a long time, not since... a distant memory from another life. She turned off the water and reached her hand out from the curtain to grab a towel. She dried her face and body off and opened up the curtain only to shriek in terror at the sight of Brian leaning against the sink countertop in full view of her nakedness. He just smirked as Karen scrambled to wrap herself up in the towel which was no easy task given her voluptuous features. "Brian what the hell are you doing!? I didn't know you were even in here!" "That's funny because I wasn't sure if you were in here either. See, you broke your own rule mom. You forgot to close the bathroom door." Karen scowled at his smugness. He was right, but that didn't make him right, standing there looking all cute with his thumbs hooked into his blue silky gym shorts, his plain white tee shirt form-fitted over his muscular physique. "You knew I was in here, Brian. You could have knocked." She finally managed to get the towel around her. "That's just common sense." Brian shrugged his broad shoulders. "Common sense would have been to close the door when you're showering. Besides, I thought something might have been wrong." He raised one eyebrow. "I heard you making some strange noises in here." Karen felt her face become flush as she stepped out of the tub. "I'm fine. I was just singing, that's all. You never sing in the shower when you think you're alone?" Brian laughed. "I never heard singing that sounded like that. It sounded more like something else to me." Karen moved toward the sink and picked up her hair brush. "Yeah well it wasn't something else. And the new rule in this house is that we knock before we just walk in, especially in the bathroom," she said looking in the mirror as she ran the brush through her damp brunette tresses. Primal Frontiers Ch. 03 Brian stood right next to her with all the confidence of a young stallion, eager to impress the brood mare that was his own mother. "Closing doors, knocking, hiding, pretending - what's the point of all this anymore? We both know how we feel about each other. And I know what you were doing in the shower. You need me." Karen refused to play his games. "I think it's time for you to go now Brian." "Oh I think it's time for both of us to go, mom" he got behind her and put his hands on her hips, "into my bedroom. You and I have a lot of catching up to do." And with that, he began kissing the side of his mother's neck and clutching her plump butt cheeks through the towel. She automatically tilted her head to the side and groaned as her eyes closed. Brian pressed his lips to her tender skin, still so warm from the hot shower. His mouth watered and his prick stiffened. Oh god yes, he thought. It's finally working! In less than a minute, I'll be looking down at her big doe eyes as she gags on my fat cock. All of my hard work and patience is going to pay off. Those luscious tits, that perfect round ass, that tight, wet little pussy just dripping with juices - I can almost taste it already- Karen broke away from him just as he began to pull the towel off of her body. She shoved him back so hard that his back slammed into the wall near the toilet. "NO!" She screamed. "This cannot fucking happen, Brian! I cannot have this type of relationship with you! It was a one-time thing that we never ever should have done! I'm your mother for Christ's sake, not your fucking girlfriend!" Brian got right back in her hostile little face. "What am I supposed to do, mom? Pretend like it never happened? Like what we had wasn't real? Like it wasn't the best thing that's ever happened to me?" "Yes!" Karen yelled even louder and her face was creased with anger. "You said so yourself that we just needed to get it out of our system, remember? 'Maybe it's best that we got it all out of our system so we can move on, you know?'" Karen mocked his words. "That's what you said - move on!" Brian sighed and put his hands on his hips while looking down at the floor. He lowered his voice, trying his best to keep some composure even if his mother wasn't. "Look, I know what I said. I remember. But I also remember both of us agreeing that we can't always control our bodies. So that's what we did in that shelter, we let go of our control and just let things happen - and it was great. Shit, mom, it was absolutely fucking incredible and you know it!" He brought his face in closer to hers and locked eyes, making the hair on the back of his neck stand up. "Maybe you can forget about all of that; pretend it never happened... but I can't. And I don't ever want to." That's when Brian closed his eyes and leaned in for a French kiss. Karen kissed him back for a couple seconds before stepping away quickly and slapping him hard across the face. She grew wide-eyed and recoiled while bringing her other hand to her mouth, shocked at her own violent action, but unwilling to apologize. The room fell dead silent. Brian turned his head back around to lock eyes with her again, a red hand print and a look of primordial madness upon his face. Again he moved in for a kiss, this time grabbing the back of her head and pressing his hips into her pelvis. She felt weak and powerless to resist him and any thoughts of doing so began to seem pointless and silly. He reached a hand down and lifted his mother's leg by the thigh as their tongues intertwined and flicked together. Karen wrapped her arms around his neck and felt him lift her other leg up so she that both her legs were wrapped around his waist and he held her there. She instantly felt his girthy pipe mashing against her pussy through his gym shorts. Their heads weaved back and forth as they kissed ever more passionately. She bore down hard on her son's erection, confirming to him that he would soon receive all the attention he needed so badly. Of course Karen hadn't forgotten what had happened in the shelter. How in the world could she? That feeling like no other that could not and simply would not be denied no matter how wrong it was on so many levels. She felt him plop her down on the bathroom counter and rip the towel off of her body, revealing her nakedness before linking their mouths back together. His rough hands cupped her hefty tits and began tweaking the nipples. Brian wasn't looking for a girlfriend any more than she was looking for a husband. This whole time she had been foolishly trying to justify that which needed no justification. She spread her legs apart as he reached down to her pussy at last, the large manly fingers expertly fiddling her enlarged clit. Karen decided right then and there that she would no longer be held back by her ridiculous, self-induced inhibitions. She would no longer pit herself against the unrelenting forces of nature. She threw her head back and sighed with liberation while Brian nibbled his way down the front of her body. She was a woman possessed by the need to feel, the need to touch, the need to cum. Just then, a positively devilish thought entered her mind. "Wait," she said aloud. "Wait, Brian stop." "No fuckin' way." She took his hand away from her crotch and placed it on her breast as a sign of good faith. "Listen to me." Brian looked up at her with his lips still hovering in limbo over her belly, halfway down to their intended destination. "You're right. This is incredible and I do want it to happen. But I want to do it right this time, Brian. I want it to be extra special for us both." "This isn't special?" He asked holding his hands out to the side. "On the bathroom counter? No not really," she chuckled. "I have something else in mind, sweetie. Something a little more... stylish." She grinned and gave him a wink. Brian returned the grin and slowly rose to his feet, letting out a sigh of exasperation. "Okay. Okay, I'll try to control myself for a few more hours but that's it. No more bullshit after that. Right?" Karen kissed him and lightly tickled his back. "Right. No more bullshit." They kissed deeply for another minute or so and she even rubbed his cock through his shorts a little bit before they finally separated. "Go and make us some food," she said patting him on the shoulder. "I'll be down in a minute." He walked out awkwardly with a gigantic hard on then turned and shut the door behind him, but not before getting the last word. "I'm shutting the door just like you said. Wouldn't want to break the rules." Smart ass, she thought. It was nice to see her son finally listening to her for once though. All it took was a little bit of depravity on her part. She hopped off the counter and faced the mirror to finish brushing her hair, noticing how incredibly flushed her cheeks had become. Although she had played it cool, she too could hardly wait for their upcoming encounter that evening. Brian would never know what hit him. He was just finishing up breakfast when Karen came down to join him. She was wearing some tight faded jeans and a V-neck sweater with no undershirt, boasting her jiggly cleavage. He had baked some fluffy biscuits with jam and honey, a gesture of Oak Frontiers nostalgia that had not gone unnoticed by his mother. "Mm. Just like back in the cabin, eh?" she said as she bit into one of them. "Except these are much better. Normally I try to avoid carbs but we're gonna need lots of energy for tonight." Brian smiled as he sipped his cold milk. He could only imagine what sort of nasty debaucheries she had in store for them. He felt her goose him on the butt playfully as she walked past him. He then retaliated in the hallway by pinning her against the wall with her arms above her head and locking lips. Later, when he was doing the dishes, she came up behind him and licked his ear lobe while giving his package a little squeeze. This back and forth teasing went on all day, each time becoming more and more blatantly sexual. Once, in the living room, Brian even tried to undress them both as they made out but Karen stopped him cold before he made any real progress. The buildup was driving him positively mad with desire. After what seemed like an eternity, the sun had finally set and the hour was getting late. Brian had tried to take a nap on the couch for the afternoon but was way to wound up to do so. He had only succeeded in tossing and turning as naughty thoughts of his gorgeous mother tormented his psyche. She had been upstairs for over an hour and hadn't made so much as a peep since then. Unable to bear it any longer, he got up and practically ran into the kitchen to check the time on the stove. 10:09 He grit his teeth and sighed. What the fuck? Why is she taking so long? Has she just been playing me this whole time? The questions lingered in his head with no answer in sight. That was it, he decided. He turned around smartly and headed for the stairway, full of frustration and passion. His mother agreed that they were going to fuck like rabbits and he had waited long enough. All the stupid rules and games are going to end right here and right now, he thought. He bounded up the steps, stomped down the hallway and threw open the door to his mother's room. There she was lying on the bed. "Oh, hey sweetie. I was wondering when you were coming up." She was sitting with her back against the headboard and her legs crossed neatly in front of her, still wearing the faded jeans and V-neck sweater. The flickering glow of the TV bathed the room in blue as it sat atop the small table across from the bed. Brian saw that she was watching some pop star singing on stage at what appeared to be a live show. "What the hell is this?" "It's New Year's Rockin' Eve. I thought it'd be nice if we watched the ball drop together this year. Just like we used to, remember?" Brian was beyond confused. "Watch the ball drop? Uh... are you feeling okay, mom?" Karen laughed heartily. "Yeah, I feel fine. How about you - are you alright my love?" "Well yeah, I've just been waiting like all day for what we talked about. You said it was going to be extra special?" He threw his hands up and let them slap down on his legs. Karen just laughed again, even harder this time. "Oh, that. Of course, Brian. Trust me it will be." He just stood there and stared at her, waiting for the magic to begin. Karen patted the open space of the mattress next to her. "Why don't you come and sit down next to your momma for a while, just hang out for a minute." Brian begrudgingly shuffled over to the side of the bed and laid down on it, scooting close to her so that their bodies were aligned parallel with each other. His head was down lower on the pillows while Karen remained sitting up against the headboard. She looked down at him with sympathy and genuine kindness, like she did when he was just a young boy, and his eyes told her a story of weariness and anxiety. "Please mom. You're killing me here." She shushed him as she placed his head onto her lap and began to gingerly pet his hair. "You've been such a good boy, Brian. And I promise you'll get what you deserve. So, don't you worry about it anymore, okay? No more worrying." "Okay, mom." Brian's eyes felt heavy and his body was relaxed. Before long, he drifted off to sleep in his mother's arms, completely comfortable and at peace. She was pleased to see that she still had such an effect on him after all these years. She continued to stroke his head as she watched the TV. "Brian," the voice was faint at first. "Brian... Brian." He opened his eyes slowly and blinked a few times, recollecting his whereabouts. "Wake up sleepy head, you'll miss the countdown." Karen pointed to the TV where the image of the party in Times Square shown on the screen. The announcer's lively voice resonated from the speakers. "This is it folks, you can hear the roar of the crowd here in New York. The countdown is about to get under way. Think about who you're going to kiss in just over a minute's time." Brian sat up against the headboard next to his mother and watched with her. She took his hand into hers and interlocked fingers. "20...19...18...17...16," The colossal ball of lights slowly lowered as the crowd chanted with the countdown. The usual flurry of confetti and streamers floated through the air and the camera flashes sparkled across the city streets. "7...6...5...4...3...2...1, Happy New Year!" Karen and Brian brought their faces together for a deep, uninhibited kiss that put all those people in Time Square to shame. They held each other's heads and rolled their tongues together over and over as Auld Lange Syne played in the background, preparing themselves for what would certainly be remembered when it became a time long past. They stopped kissing and looked into each other's eyes. Karen was the first to speak. "I'm going to go to the bathroom. I want you to take off all of your clothes and sit right here on the edge of the bed and wait for me." Brian was completely beside himself with excitement. She gave him a small kiss for the road, turned off the TV, then got out of bed and walked out of the room. She poked her head back in for one last demand. "Oh and Brian? Make sure you leave all the lights on please. You're going to want to see this." She spun around sassily and headed down the hall, closing the door behind her of course. Brian wasted no time in following her instructions. He quickly undid his pants and kicked them off of his legs along with his boxer briefs. His dick was already halfway hard from their make out session and his balls were filled to the brim with semen just aching to be released. He sat down on the edge of the bed and waited, feeling his heart pounding rapidly within his chest. To wait any longer, even one second longer, seemed like cruel and unusual punishment at this point. Two minutes passed by, then three, then four. It was 12:06. Brian tried his best not to look at the clock anymore and focus only on the prize that would soon be his. But after what felt like an hour, he glanced up again. 12:14 "For fuck's sake," he said quietly to himself. He couldn't possibly imagine the reason behind this insufferable delay. Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming down the hall. He sat back and put his hands on the bed, turning his head to look at the door. The door knob turned and the door opened slowly. "Happy New Year, sweetie." "Holy shit..." There before him was the single sexiest thing he had ever seen in his young life. Karen had changed into the red lingerie corset that he had gotten her for Christmas. His eyes did a double take and traveled from the floor up in order to properly drink in the goddess that stood before him. First was a pair of black platform pumps with tiny black bows on the toes. Next were the black net thigh high lace top stockings which stretched up her strong, silky smooth legs and clipped snugly into the black suspenders over her thighs. The crimson of the G-string panties was a welcome dash of vibrant color; the tiny red triangle was scarcely large enough to conceal her pouty labia lips which appeared to be shaved bald from what he could tell. Lastly, the red corset. This was the real sight to behold. The frilly trim along the bottom edge introduced the thicker satin material of the torso proper, embellished with dark, flowery swirls and a vertical row of silver snaps. It squeezed her midriff snugly and enhanced the contours of her naturally curvaceous hourglass figure, redefining for Brian his very notion of what a real woman ought to look like. In short, his jaw hit the floor and stayed there. His mother was a fucking knockout. He stared in awe as she leisurely sashayed towards to him, each step pronounced with the loud pop of her platform shoes upon the wood floors, her double D cleavage jiggling along the way. When she stopped directly in front of him and put one hand on her hip, she glanced down at his dick and saw that it was already rock solid and throbbing for her. She giggled and looked back up at Brian. "Oh my. Did I do that? Well, I assume you like what you see then." Brian looked her over up and down once again. "Mom, you look fucking incredible... I mean... wow," he stammered as he drank her in. Her huge tits were practically pouring out of the top of the corset. "Can you turn around for me?" He motioned his finger in a small circle. She obliged him and faced away, then slid her hands down her legs all the way to her ankles without bending her knees. All Brian could do was gawk wide-eyed at the flawless rump of his mother which was only about one foot in front of his face, the chubby globes of her cheeks encompassing the red G-string that lined the crack of her ass. He could even make out the darker circle of tiny wrinkles that was her anus puckered neatly above the camel toe mound of her taut pussy. His hand automatically reached out and slid across the warm skin of her cheeks, grabbing and kneading the tender flesh with vigor. "Mm, that feels good," Karen moaned. "I'm glad you're enjoying it too sweetie, but I have a few things I'd like to do first." She stood up and spun around to face him, catching his hand along the way and leaning in for more tongue action. She kissed him for a few seconds, allowing her hands to grope his muscular shoulders and chest before parting and smooching down his body. Brian could only close his eyes and enjoy the tingles that traveled from his neck to his toes as his mother's silken hair brushed over his naked body, her stance lowering more with each loving kiss until at last she was squatting in front of him. He looked down at her now, seeing that his stiff cock was at eye level with her. Her hot breath upon his shaft made him quiver with excitement, and she reached up to grab a hold of it, her hand unable to wrap all the way around. She gently moved it aside so he could see her face clearly, admiring just how rigid and sturdy it was as she did. "Remember the first rule I gave you, sweetie?" "We will shut our bedroom doors?" Karen shook her head. "No matter what happens, don't pull out of my mouth." She positioned her head over top of his crotch and lowered her face onto him slowly. Brian groaned with relief as he felt her warm, wet mouth take him in. He placed his hand on the back of her head as she started steady bobbing up and down on his cock. He looked over her back and could see her supple ass perched up behind her as she sucked on him. He could feel her fingertips tickling his balls while the tip of his dick tapped against the back of her mouth. God damn my mom is a fucking pro, he thought. The first blowjob she gave him was the best he'd ever had until now. Karen was trying very hard to outdo herself and was doing remarkably well as her tongue slathered his meaty pole with copious amounts of saliva. Brian dared to shove down on her head with some force, making her gag and cough on his dick but true to form never pulling off of him. She instead pressed her own head down onto him further, grimacing as his helmet crammed past her tonsils down into the depths of her throat and she looked up at him with those gentle brown eyes. In another life, she could have been a sword swallower with the traveling circus but instead she was scarfing up her own son's fat cock. At that point, neither of them would have had it any other way. She heaved and coughed again, then resumed her long-stroke sucking, now massaging his balls and taint as well. Brian pulled her hair up behind her and held it in a ponytail so it would be out of the way, then began thrusting his hips into her head. He was fixated on the unbelievable sight of his enormous prick fucking his mother's face, enjoying the crude sloshing sounds it made. She had denied and forbid and teased him so long that he felt as though some retribution was in order, even if only subconsciously. He grabbed the back of her head with both hands and pulled her down as he humped up into her mouth. Brian wanted to see just how much punishment she could take.