Andrew nearly startled when he felt his mothers hand around the base of his cock. His fingers dug into her hip as she squeezed him. At any moment she would realize it wasn't him and then...then...then he was a dead man! He would have to pray that she'd tell him to go back to sleep and then ignore things in the morning. If his father woke up and found his son trying to bone his mother, well, Andrew probably would *drown* on the camping trip and never be seen again!<br/><br/>Instead, though, after a brief pause, he felt his mother start grinding her ass back against him. He let out a soft sigh of relief. Perhaps she was still half asleep and thought that he was his father? He didn't know if his father shaved his balls or not, but Andrew didn't - his pubic region covered in his dark hairs which would be tickling his mothers hand. He had to bite his lip again to keep from moaning, moving his hips to match hers. Maybe if he came against her she'd leave it at at?<br/><br/>But he was still a horny, teenage boy. The safety of the darkness lent him bravado he normally wouldn't have. Slowly, boldly, he slid his hand from his mothers him, down the curve of her waist, then up her ribcage before sliding even more boldly to grasp one of her breasts. The first breast he had ever touched in his life!