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Catherine Dempsey was growing more weary by the minute as she toiled up the trail behind her husband, Brian. She hoped they were nearing their campsite for the night. Brian had led the way most of the day, picking a path over and through the hot, dusty rocks while she and their son, Seth had obligingly followed in his footsteps.

Catherine was getting a double dose of the hot rays of the sun as it beat down on her from above and bounced back up from the quartz speckled rocks below. She could hear Seth grunting and breathing heavily behind her so she stopped for a moment and glanced over her shoulder. She watched him climb up toward her for several moments, admiring his youthful build before she turned and started scaling the hot, glistening rocks once again.

She could feel sweat running down between her big, heavy breasts and she knew that her shirt and shorts were drenched with the product of her effort. As she crawled over and around the super-heated rocks, her tight, clinging shorts chafed her crotch and rubbed her clitoris almost raw. After the whole day of climbing, she was so horny she could scream. If they didn't stop soon, she would probably rape her husband right in front of her son. As she struggled with her desire, they climbed higher and higher. Finally, the steep slope gradually began to flatten out.

"I think we'll stop here for the night," Brian puffed as he stood trying to catch his breath from the climb. "There's supposed to be a stream somewhere near here where we can get some water."

"Sounds like a winner to me," she groaned, staggering over to a tree and plopping down under it. "I'm too tired to go any farther anyway."

They both watched Seth struggle up the path behind them and finally trudge up to them. "Wow, " he gasped, trying to catch his breath, "That last leg was a real killer. I didn't know if I was going to make it or not."

"When you catch your breath," Brian laughed, "gather up some firewood while I'm putting up the tent. The sun will be going down pretty soon and a fire will feel real good."

Sitting under the tree, Catherine watched Brian untie the tent from below his backpack. She could feel the sweat slowly begin to dry on her skin leaving it dry and gritty, making her feel even more miserable. At last, tired of watching Brian work, she got up.

"I think I'll see if I can find the stream you were talking about," she told him, dusting the dirt off her backside before she turned and started trudging away from the camp. She headed toward a grove of trees that looked promising. It was about 50 yards away. I could use a drink of cool water, she muttered to herself, but what I could really use is a bath.

"I think there should be one over there where Seth is looking for wood," Brian hollered out to her as he stood up, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Even out in the woods, as sweaty and dirty as she was, she could still evoke a spark of desire, he thought to himself as he watched her walk away. He couldn't keep his prick from beginning to get hard as he watched his lovely wife head toward the trees, her enticing derriere swinging back and forth deliciously. Shaking his head in appreciation, he hurriedly returned to the task at hand, hoping to take his mind off her alluring curves.

Nearing the grove of trees, she could hear her son tramping through the trees as he looked for firewood.

"SETH!" she said loudly, brushing aside several limbs and stepping into the shade of a tangled mass of trees, "did you find the stream?"

"Yeah," he grinned as he saw his mother emerge out of the bushes, "and it's got a nice pool that we can take a dip in. It looks like it is about three or four feet deep and not too cold. It looks just right. I think that I'm going to come back over here after supper and soak my feet."

Her skin was gritty and irritated. The thought of taking a nice cool bath almost made her delirious. "I don't know if I can wait that long," she sighed, feeling the scratchy salt chafe her skin even as she spoke. "Maybe I'll go back and get a change of clothes and take a dip while you guys get the camp ready. Then I can fix supper while you two take your bath."

"That sounds good to me," Seth said, following her as she backed out of the bushes and headed for the camp.

His arms full of dead wood, Seth walked behind his mother, watching her firm, round behind oscillate back and forth with each step. He realized that it was wrong to think about her in a sexual way, but he couldn't keep from staring at her lovely behind as it frolicked about provocatively under the tight-fitting shorts she wore. Suddenly, he realized that he was getting a hard-on.

"UNhpfff," he grunted as tripped over a large rock he hadn't seen because he had been so intently watching her swaying buttocks.

"What did you say?" Catherine asked, stopping and turning around. As she did, she watched her son trying to keep the tottering tangle of wood in his arms from crashing to the ground.

"Oh, Nothing," he mumbled, ashamed that he had almost been caught in the act of staring at her behind, "I just tripped over a darn rock."

"Be careful," she cautioned him, wondering why his face was so red, "we don't need to carry you all the way back down the mountain with at broken ankle."

"I will," he told her, regaining some of his composure as he still fought with the pile of wood, trying to keep it from falling to the ground.

Trying his hardest to keep his eyes from returning to the delectable view of his mother's delightful rearend, Seth followed her on down the trail. But try as he did, he couldn't keep his eyes off the perfect roundness of her gorgeous ass.

At last they made it back to the campsite without Seth falling again. Thankfully, his mother seemed oblivious to the stimulating effect she was having on him.

"Did you find the stream?" Brian asked Catherine as she strolled back into the camp.

"Yep," she grinned at him, eagerly anticipating the feel of the cool water on her skin. "And I'm going back and take a bath while you two finish getting the camp set up. Then I can fix supper while you two get cleaned up. How does that sound?"

"Great," Brian chuckled, "it'll feel great to get some of this dirt washed off."

Searching through her backpack, she finally pulled out another pair of crisp, clean shorts. Then a little more digging produced a matching shirt, socks, and a towel. Glancing over at the men, she saw they were both busy.

"I should be back in about thirty minutes," she told Brian, giving him a suggestive wink when he turned and saw that she was headed toward the distant grove of trees again. "All fresh and clean."

"I'll be waiting right here," he told her, smiling back at her.

Father and son watched her make her way down the path, not taking their eyes off her until she disappeared into the trees. Neither of them said a word, but they had similar thoughts. The father trying to think of a way to get his lovely wife in the sack without their son knowing about it, while the son was busy admiring his mother's beautiful backside. Then they returned to their tasks. Brian soon had the tent up, the sleeping bags spread out inside it, and Seth had a roaring campfire going.

"I think I'll go farther downstream and see if I can find some more wood," he told his father, "I don't think this will last very long."

"Okay, but be back in twenty or thirty minutes," Brian told him, taking out the pots and pans out of his back pack and setting them by the fire.

Heading away from the camp toward another clump of trees some fifty to seventy-five yards farther down the stream, Seth quickly faded into the mass of trees. Glancing over his shoulder, he could no longer see the camp. When he was out of sight of the camp, he turned and carefully began to make his way back up the stream staying hidden in the band of trees that bordered the stream. Slinking stealthily back up the stream, he moved as quietly as he could. Ever so cautiously, he stole back up the stream until he could hear his mother splashing about in the pool.

He crept closer and closer until at last he was standing behind the thick brush at the edge of the pool. He was so close, he could hear his mother humming as she bathed in the water. With his hands shaking nervously, he cautiously eased apart some of the foliage and peered out onto the pool.

He nearly passed out when he saw his mother. She was gloriously naked and standing toward the edge of the pool so that the water only came up to her knees. Staring out at her in disbelief, his mouth suddenly went dry. His eyes were immediately drawn to her big, pendant melon sized breasts as they wiggled and jiggled with her every move. They were beautiful. He felt his maleness instantly turn into a shaft of petrified steel as his eyes pored over her magnificent breasts. He couldn't imagine anything more beautiful than her great conical peaks of soft flesh that looked as if they had been sculpted out of pink marble. Each of the beautiful monuments was tipped with a resplendent rose colored cup of pebbled flesh and a huge strawberry like nipple defiantly jutting out from its center. Unable to keep his eyes off her beautiful tits, he watched them wiggle and quiver as she scooped up water and splashed it over her body.

Seth didn't know how long he had been watching, but it seemed like hours before he could tear his eyes away from her majestic breasts. Not knowing how much longer he had, he swept his eyes quickly down over her flat, firm stomach to the dripping tangle of curly brown pubic hair that spread over her mons like a profuse kinky forest.

His cock was so hard it ached as he let his eyes drink in her erotic curves and hollows. It was all he could do to keep from bursting out from behind the bush and taking her in his arms. It was driving him crazy with desire. Finally, much to his disappointment, he saw her turn and carefully tread over to the bank. As she moved across the pool, he watched her melon-sized breasts bounce and bobble deliciously.

She stood on the bank for a few minutes letting the soft breeze dry her before finally reaching down and picking up the towel lying on the ground. Wrapping the towel around herself, she covered her big breasts, hiding them from his view. Then she carefully stepped out of the pool onto the soft grass. Tossing her long, silken hair about happily, she quickly ran the towel over her plentiful charms, patting herself dry. Finally, tossing the towel aside, she stood on the bank enjoying the feel of the breeze on her skin unaware that her son was watching her from behind the bushes. Still indecently naked, she was now unknowingly offering him an entirely different perspective of the view that he had watched almost all day long. It was even more beautiful than he had imagined it would be.

He couldn't imagine that there was a prettier ass anywhere in the world. It was firm, yet as soft and smooth as a baby's bottom, but so much more erotic. Staring at it he realized that it was shaped like an upside down heart with a deep sensual crack splitting it exactly in half before it faded up into her long, curving back. Just watching her bend down and pick up her shorts sent a quiver through his stone-hard penis and he had to struggle to keep from shooting his load in his pants. He watched with malicious perversion as she lazily pulled her shorts up her long, perfectly shaped legs. Then it suddenly dawned on him that she hadn't put her panties on first. This knowledge sent another paroxysm of excitement charging through his cock when he realized that she would be walking around camp all night without any panties.

Unable to keep from groping himself, he watched her pull on her shirt down over her bulging breasts. Not only was she not going to wear panties, she wasn't going to wear a brassiere, either. He couldn't believe it. It was almost too much to handle knowing that she wouldn't be wearing anything under her clothes for the rest of the day. Unable to stop himself, he shoved his hand down into his pants and squeezed his swollen manhood, almost triggering an eruption when he did.

At last she sat on the towel and pulled her shoes and socks on. Deciding that it was time for him to beat a hasty departure, Seth slowly slunk back down the stream leaving his mother, Catherine unaware that she had been the focus of his attention for the last fifteen minutes or so minutes.