<b><u>Information: </u></b>Looking for some one to play the Mother (40+ in age).<br/>She will not realize its her son until penetration, giving her quite the system shock. If curious, send me a PM and we can discuss in further detail.<br/><b><u>All characters are (18+) and in college or above.</u></b><br/><br/>Andrew was not a happy camper.<br/><br/>In fact, Andrew was an angry, fuming, dripping wet camper!<br/><br/>Torn from his quiet, peaceful, technology filled world by his parents, their idea of exposing him to new things had backfired horribly on them. It was the beginning of Spring Break and his father - Peter, always the outdoorsman - had decided that his video game loving, antisocial son could use some real world experiences and get out for a bit. The first day had been a short once once they had arrived at the river. Oh, right...they weren't just hiking and camping, they were canoeing down a river and camping - to 'build character and muscle'. The second day had been more of the same, just longer, leaving his hands sore from paddling - they weren't used to hard things! - and shoulders too. Today, though, their second full day (Sunday) had turned into a nightmare.<br/><br/>Some poor guidance and a strong current had pushed their canoe into some overhanging branches, tipping it and everything in it out. Andrew had been in charge of securing his own gear and tent in the Canoe, using the knots his father had taught. Alas, he had failed miserably, and watched in dismay as most of his belongings for the trip floated away down river never to be seen again. It took some time of spluttering around in the river before they were able to get out onto the back, right their canoe, and get back in it. This was the only time Andrew was happy to paddle, using the motion to warm his now drenched and cold body.<br/><br/>They made it to their next campsite with no further issues and got a fire going as soon as they could. Only the food, his parents tent, and a few blankets had remained unscathed from the water. They hung what clothes they could to dry and huddled around the fire themselves, trying to warm and dry too. Dinner was eaten in silence, warming them briefly from the inside out, before it was determined time to make the best of it and go to bed.<br/><br/>Andrew was horrified, forced to strip naked to get out of wet clothes before getting into the tent with his equally naked parents! He squeezed into the corner, as far away from his mother as he could get without slipping out from under the blanket, or pressing up against the tent. He had learned the hard way on the first night that condensation collected at the top of the tent and ran down the sides, making them wet. It had been a rude awakening! Eventually, however, Andrew dozed off to sleep.<br/><br/>He awoke with a start. Without his watch - it had not been waterproof afterall! - he had no idea what time it was. What he was aware of was the warmth radiating from his mother's body against his own. In the night they had both apparently shifted until he was spooning against her back. But that wasn't what had caused him to wake. Oh no, he had awoken because his cock had hardened in the night and was now pressing right up against his mothers ass.<br/><br/>Andrew had never been naked with another person before. He had also never kissed a girl before. So he was very acutely aware of just where his naked cock was, how hard and erect it was, and how the warmth and friction of it pressing against his mothers ass felt. GOOD. He bit his lip and tried to determine if she was awake and aware of him as well. She was not so he gingerly decided to make the best of the situation - it was not everyday your hot MILF of a mom was naked beside you with your cock pressed against her!<br/><br/>Andrew slowly began to gyrate his hips, rubbing the length of his cock along the crack of her ass. His hairy balls pressed pleasantly against the curve of her ass close to where it met the back of her thighs. He bit his lip to keep from making some noise. It appeared his mother was a sound sleeper so he bravely put a hand on her hip, under the blanket that covered them both up to their shoulders. She showed no signs of waking so he started to grind against her with a little more force and speed. Curiosity soon got the better of him as well - his hand sliding up her side to reach under over her arm to plant his hand lightly on one of her breasts. He had longed imagined what a breast would feel like and now he was finding out!