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From: slayer@death.com (The Assassin)
The Visitor (2/2)

was drenched with perspiration. 
Lying there, breathing hard, she felt something crawling over her
sleeping bag.  
She was terrified.  What if a snake had gotten into the tent?  She
stopped breathing, afraid that she would spook the snake or spider or
what ever it was.  She waited in terror for it to move away, wishing
that is was all a bad dream, but knowing it wasn't.  Whatever it was,
it was determinedly crawling up over her breast, heading for the top
of the sleeping bag.  Her heart was beating a mile a minute as she
felt it move higher and higher.  
Then it slipped off the sleeping bag and down onto her shoulder.  It
was a hand.  A hand stealthily groping its way into her sleeping bag.
Thank God.  It was probably Brian ready for some more fun and games.
Then as she felt the hand slowly steal down from her shoulder toward
her breast, she realized that it couldn't be Brian's hand.  What was
happening, she wanted to know.  Then it came to her.  It was Seth's
hand.  What was he doing?  Was he groping her in his sleep?  She
didn't know what to do.  She knew that she should stop him. But she
didn't want to startle him and cause a big commotion.  If he was
asleep, it didn't really matter, she tried to reason, and if he was
awake?  No, she knew that he wouldn't do such a thing if he was awake.

So she lay unmoving, trying to figure how to handle the crisis.   But
as she felt his hand slip lower and lower it seemed to be on a
mission.  It wasn't the aimless wandering of an uncontrolled hand.
All at once, it brushed across her now swollen and tender nipple.  As
appalling as it was, she found herself becoming sexually aroused.  How
could she feel aroused by her son's groping hand, she wondered as she
suddenly felt an overpowering craving to feel her son's giant penis
inside  her burning pussy.  As wicked and immoral as the thought was,
she couldn't stop herself from thinking it.   Unbelievably, she was
allowing Seth to gently fondle and caress her nipple until it grew
puffy and almost painfully sensitive.
At last, she felt his fingers move away from her tingling nipple and
try to move farther down her body.  Thankfully, his hand was stopped
by the zipper on the sleeping bag.  Thinking she had been saved, she
felt his fingers retrace their path back up over her irritated nipple
and back out of the sleeping bag.
Grateful for her pardon, she was mortified to hear the soft purring of
the bag's zipper as Seth quietly unzipped their sleeping bag.  She had
thought he would give up, but now he was growing even bolder.  Wishing
he hadn't continued on, she begrudgingly respected his perseverance.  
Waiting  for Seth's next move, she was torn between revulsion and
excitement.  It was so wrong, but it was so exciting.  What should she
do?  She knew that if she didn't do something soon Seth would have his
hand exploring places he had no right to explore.  What was she to do?
Finally, deciding to move, she groaned and rolled over closer to the
unzipped opening of the sleeping bag.  As she did, she spread her legs
apart as much as she could without seeming obvious.
She could hear Seth huff in panic as he quickly retreated back away
from her.  Faking sleep, she waited to see if she had frightened him
off, half hoping that she had while at the same time hoping she
hadn't.  
Nothing happened for several minutes.  Then she a soft breath of cool
air on her skin.  Seth had opened her sleeping bag once again.
She felt like she was lying on pins and needles as she waited for his
next move.  Then it came as she felt his fingers gently skim over her
thigh.  She felt him gently touch her skin for a second, then back
away as if he were afraid he would awake her.  When she didn't move,
she felt his hand return and with more boldness, gently brush her
thigh again. When she didn't move a second time, he grew bolder and
softly caressed the warm smoothness of her thigh.  As his fingers
fluttered over her upper thigh, she sensed that he was searching for
her secret place.  As if to validate her thoughts, his fingers slowly
crept up and over her thigh until they finally found her curly patch
of pubic hair.  The instant his fingers  reached the silky curls of
fine hair that covered her womanhood, she heard his breathing become
more labored.  Knowing that he was trying to move as secretly as
possible,  she could still feel the charged excitement that was
flowing through his fingers.  She had forgotten that he was her son
and was enjoying the sheer excitement of the forbidden thing they were
doing. She felt like a teenager on her first date, waiting for her
date to touch her in that place, for the very first time.  Even as she
surrendered herself to this moment of illicit passion, she knew that
it was taboo and it would be disastrous for her to let it continue.
Still, she was powerless to stop it.
She was having trouble keeping her own breathing rate steady as she
felt her son's fingers slowly move down through the tangled forest of
hair to her wet, waiting womanplace.  Her cunt was overflowing in
anticipation of the arrival of his fingers.  She knew she must stop
it, but her whole body was paralyzed by the intense passion that was
coursing through her nervous system.  
Suddenly, she felt a spasm pleasure tear through her clitoris as his
finger brushed over the painfully sensitive little knob.  She felt as
if she were going to faint.  She had never felt such wicked and evil
pleasure.  He tenderly rubbed her clit again, tickling it as she felt
herself almost yielding  to the lustful feelings pouring from her
throbbing love wound.
Finally, after several moments, she felt his fingers migrate farther
down.  They gently grazed the soft, limp lips of her vagina.
Suddenly, she felt his fingers find the core of her womanhood as a
flash of heat burst through her cunt.  It was all she could do to keep
from screaming out her excitement as he softly begin to curiously
explore her hot, dripping wetness.  
Gently playing with the bloated lips of flesh surrounding the deep,
wet chamber, Seth finally slipped a finger down inside the dripping,
hot slot.  Hesitating for a moment, he waited for a reaction from her
and when she didn't respond, she felt him cautiously ease his finger
into her, deeper and deeper.
At last she could restrain herself no longer.
Moaning softly, she spread her legs apart and opened herself wider as
she took hold of his hand and pushed his probing fingers deeper inside
the scorching sheath of her quivering cunt.
"Oh, Brian, Baby," she whispered softly so that only Seth could hear,
hoping to make him think she thought he was Brian.  It was the only
way she could think to continue their illicit little game.
His hand froze for several moments.  She stayed still to see if she
had fooled him.  Then she felt it.  His fingers gradually began to
slip in and out of her again as he gently finger-fucked her.
  She was enjoying the feel of his fingers inside her, but she really
wanted his giant cock inside her.  Even wanting him as badly as she
did, she didn't know if she should attempt it.
Hoping to get enough gratification from Seth's fingers, she lay
motionless letting him finger-fuck her.  She knew his fingers must be
dripping with her juice.  Still, they wickedly sloshed in and out of
her sopping slit.  
She felt herself slipping toward an orgasm, but knew that it would
take forever for her to finish this way.  Finally with a fatalistic
purposefulness, she decided to take the risk.
Ever so carefully, she painstakingly eased her hand out of her
sleeping bag and into his sleeping bag.  Then ever so slowly, she
stealthily inched her hand down until it was near where she imagined
his gigantic cock would be waiting.
Taking a deep breath, she sent her hand hurriedly searching for his
manhood as she turned away from him and thrust her big, soft bottom
toward him. 
"Oh, Brian, Baby," she whispered over her shoulder so softly only Seth
could hear her, "I need you, baby, put it in me."
"Oh, Yes, please," she gasped as her hand found her son's huge pole
jutting out from his crotch.  
It was so big, she couldn't even wrap her hand around it.  Maybe she
had made a mistake. Maybe his gigantic cock was too fucking big to fit
inside her tight cunt, but it was too late now.  She had invited him
to fuck her.
Holding onto Seth's bounding monster with one hand, she lifted up the
flap of his sleeping bag with her other hand.  As discretely as she
could, she slipped from one bag to the other, trying to fool Seth and
not wake Brian.  Scooting back against her son, she could feel his
great cock jumping and jerking with impatient excitement. Hoping that
he wouldn't ejaculate before she had him inside her, she quickly
shoved his massive prick down between her legs.   Her legs were tired,
but she lifted one and guided the bulbous cockhead of her son's prick
down to the steaming core of her overheated womanhood.  Eagerly
pushing her hips back, she suddenly felt herself brutally invaded by
the gigantic hugeness of her son's mammoth cockhead.  She heard him
growl out like a male lion in heat as his gigantic maleness knifed up
into her.  She fought to keep from moaning as she felt the boy's
enormous cock penetrate her femininity.
Forcing his way into the soft, burning mushiness of his mother's cunt,
Seth thrust himself into her deeper and deeper.  He couldn't believe
that it was really happening.  He was fucking his beautiful mother.
And, she was urging him on. 
His dick was so long, she thought it would never end but finally the
horrendous cockhead crashed into her vulva, stopping it from going
further.  
Quickly rocking her hips back and forth, she milked and pulled on her
son's cock with her tenacious cunt muscles as she fucked her son.
Hoping they wouldn't wake Brian, she felt Seth begin to fuck her
savagely.
Burying his massive love-weapon inside her all the way to the hilt
every time he rammed it inside her, he was quickly approaching
meltdown.  As he fucked his mother, Seth reached around her and
grabbed one of her big, soft tits.  Roughly squeezing and massaging
it, he continued to fuck her brutally.
Then to her amazement, she felt her climax nearing as her son fucked
her deep and hard.  
Then abruptly, she felt him shudder and his whole body become rigid.
His colossal cock swelled up even larger and immediately exploded
inside her cunt.  Consumed by the sheer wickedness of what was
happening between them, she was swept away on the wings of her climax.
As she felt the waves of pleasure wash over her, she felt a torrent of
her son's superheated semen spurt out onto the delicate walls of her
vagina.  The gush of  his boiling cum threatened to scorch the
delicate walls of her vagina as she floated on her own sea of
gratification.
His cock felt like a huge roman candle, as it shot out load after load
of his virulent boy cream into her over-stuffed vagina filling it to
overflowing in moments.
Her climax had been intense but ended quickly. Even as she crashed
back down to earth, she could hear her son sobbing softly as he
continued to thrust himself into her, filling her with his corrupt
seed.
Wanting to comfort him, she knew that if she did, it would give away
any hope she had of fooling him. Holding back her own tears, she let
him keep on thrusting into her womanhood.  The jabs grew weaker and
weaker and at last, stopped.  Not moving, she kept up the pretense as
she felt her son's hugeness slowly diminish in size and retreat back
down the drenched channel of her sopping pussy.
After four or five minutes, Seth's shrunken boything finally slipped
out of his mother.  
"Oh, Brian," Catherine mumbled over her shoulder, "that was wonderful.
I loved it."
Rolling over, she deftly slipped out of one sleeping bag into the
other without making it seem obvious.  Hoping that her hoax had fooled
her son, she reached back and gently took hold of his limp cock and
gave it one last  squeeze.
"Night, night, My Love," she whispered, releasing him and turning
over.  
Snuggling up against Brian, she heard Seth turn over in his sleeping
blanket.  Soon, she was asleep, dreaming of the wonderful sense of
fulfillment she felt for the moment. 


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