Damian was on cloud nine. His mother's long silky brunette hair smelt so wonderful around his face. The humping pressure she was putting on his rigid penis was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. When he thought things couldn't get any better, his mom took his hand beneath the blanket and guided it up underneath her blouse.
"Holy smokes!" the boy's brain exclaimed as he slid his hand along her smooth tapered tummy. His heart skipped a beat when his thumb bumped against her silky, tit-stuffed bra.
She turned her head and whispered to him softly. "It's ok if you touch them...just stay outside my bra."
Once again, he could hardly believe his ears. Being so inexperienced, Damian was nervous as hell, but he wasn't about to not take his mom up on her offer. Soon his hands were wandering all over her huge bra-shrouded orbs. His favorite part were the rounded peaks, where he could feel the thick nubs of her teats protruding out from beneath the silky fabric.
By now his mom was humping back on him in a steady rhythm, awestruck by his youthful vitality and penile strength. She knew that having a large youthful cock like Damian's inside her would make her lose her fucking mind. By the time they arrived at the Campground, Amber's pussy was soaking wet and Damian had a huge dark spot on his shorts were his pre-cum had soaked through.
"There's my darling Grandson!" Damian's Grandma Ruth exclaimed as he got out of the vehicle.
The boy always felt like he was being swallowed up in squishy tit-meat, whenever his Grandma hugged him. Of all the women in the family, her boobs were the most tremendous. "Oh, you just get more and more handsome every day!" Ruth beamed, holding onto him tightly.
"I bet he has girls constantly swarming around him," his Aunt Morgan added, eager to get her hands on the boy. The busty blonde was nine months pregnant and her round belly looked ready to burst. She stepped forward and gave him a big tit-squasher, while gazing at him with her brilliant blue eyes. "That's right, isn't it, honey?" she asked in a hushed tone. "Lots of pretty girls wanting to spread their sexy legs for you?"
"My turn!" his Aunt Jane said, stepping towards them. She looked a lot like Amber, but a few years older. Her big tits were spilling out of a skimpy hot-pink bikini top. When she hugged the boy, Damian literally gasped from the feel of her melonous tits on his chest.
"Oh, baby boy...I could just sneak off somewhere with you," she mewled, while staring him in the eyes. "Somewhere nice n private."
As with every reunion, there were a lot of younger kids running around and the dads were busy setting up tents and drinking beer.
"What's up, cousin?!" A boy close to Damian's age asked, holding a couple fishing poles. It was his cousin, Andrew.
"Hey, Andrew!" Damian replied.
"I was just headed over to the river to do some fishing. Wanna join?"
"I should probably get my tent set up."
"Your father will get your tent up, darling," his mom chimed in, "just go have a good time."
Damian and Andrew made smal -talk as they walked over to the riverbank, then cast out their lines.
"So...you finally turned 18, huh?" Andrew asked.
"Yeah, about a month ago."
"You must be psyched to be getting all that mommy-meat this year."
Damian fed him a confused look. "Mommy-meat?" he asked.
"Yeah, a Tent full of mommy meat. It's a tradition that happens when a male family member turns 18."
"I've never heard of that," Damian confessed. "What is it exactly?"
"Do you ever notice how when we do the family hike every year the moms never come along?"
"Yeah," Damian answered. The annual family hike took about four-hours, along a windy path that went up through the mountains and ended at a cool swimming hole. Although Damian had never really thought much about it, Andrew was right...the moms in the family always stayed behind.
"The reason they stay behind is...so all the moms in the family, including Grandma Ruth, can set up a tent and gang-rape the boys in the family when they turn 18. It's sort of a tradition, I guess," Andrew explained.
"Gang-rape?"
"Well, no...not really 'gang-rape.' I mean, you can't really rape the willing, right?" Andrew laughed.
"But...they have sex though?"
"Fucking wild sex, dude...like you wouldn't believe. It was like being in a cage with a bunch of sex-hungry animals. They're gonna fuck you...suck on your dick and balls, you name it...they do it all," Andrew warned him.
"You did this with them last summer?"
"Yep, right after I turned 18. The year before me it was Charlie," Andrew resonded, speaking about his older brother, who had since gone off to college. "The year before that, they gang-raped Aunt Morgan's son Eric."
Damian wasn't sure if his cousin was just fucking with him or not, but with his mom's promise, before they'd left, that he'd be losing his virginity this weekend, he began to wonder how much truth their was to what his cousin was telling him.
"You'll know for sure if it's going down tomorrow if you get a surprise in your sleeping bag tonight," Andrew shared.
"What type of surprise?"
"Well...it's a surprise, so I don't wanna give it away," Andrew answered, "but don't worry, dude...you love it!"
The whole family sat around the fire that night, laughing and sharing stories. Damian couldn't take his eyes off the luscious legs of each mother. They were all freshly shaved and seemed to shimmer wonderfully in the glow of the campfire. Several times he would look up to see them smiling over at him lasciviously.
A short distance from their camp was a small building with showers. One by one his Aunts, mom and Grandmother went over to get cleaned up, then retired to their tents.
Damian finally extinguished the campfire and went to his tent also. He had a small lantern that illuminated the inside. As he stripped down to his boxers, he looked at his sleeping bag, remembering his cousin's words about there possibly being a surprise inside. However, the bag was laying neatly and seemed undisturbed. "I knew he was just messing with me!" Damian thought, then shut off his light and crawled inside the sleeping bag.
He immediately knew that something didn't feel right. Tate clicked back on his light and pulled at an object that was inside the bag with him. He was delighted when he discovered that it was a huge embroidered white bra. He fished out something else from within the bag. It was matching pair of dainty panties. He could smell the aroma of fresh pussy before he even brought them to his nose. He found another pair, then another, as well as three more huge silky bras. All had been stuffed inside his sleeping bag for him to discover. The panties wreaked of musky vagina and sweet perfume.
Damian was startled as someone slowly unzipped his tent. He frantically crammed the undergarments back in his bag. His mom smiled as she crawled inside with him and zipped it back up behind her. She wore a pair of white snug long Johns that fit around her voluptuous body like a second skin.
"Your father's already snoring like crazy. At least he'll scare the bears away," she giggled.
"True," Damian agreed with a nervous smile.
"Why aren't you in your sleeping bag, darling? It's starting to get chilly out," his mother asked with concern.
"I was just getting ready to actually."
"Good. I'll join you. You can keep me warm while we talk," she suggested.
Damian hesitated, and his mom smiled at him reassuringly. "Don't worry...I'm not here to take your new toys away," she giggled. "Just bring them out for a minute, so we can get in."
Not really surprised that she knew about them, the boy did as his mom asked and crawled into his sleeping bag. Amber did the same, squeezing inside his comfy bag with him. "Stay on your back," Amber whispered, then draped a leg across her boy and rested the squishy swell of her tits against his chest. "There now...this is cozy," she warmly stated.
Damian's dick was already fully hard. Being in the same sleeping bag with such a busty beauty like his mom was a huge rush. He watched as she dangled one of the big bras above his face. "Wow, that's one big bra!" she stated, then read the tag. "44 H-cup. Do you know who it belongs to, darling?"
"I'm not sure," the boy answered, shrugging his shoulder.
"That's your Aunt Jane's bra...and these are her panties," Amber said, lifting a tiny thong and dragging them gingerly across her son's face. "Can you smell her sweet pussy, baby? Can you smell the juices she left there for you to sniff?"
"Yes," the teen sighed, inhaling the wonderful cuntal aroma of his Aunt.
"Wow, look at this monster!" Amber observed, lifting another bra from the pile. She let the enormous embroidered cup loom over her boy's face as she read the tag. "40 triple K cup! Any idea who owns this one, darling?" she inquired, then masked her boy's entire face with it.
"Grandma?" the boy answered, marveling at the way the silky cup covered his entire face.
"You got it, baby," his mom responded, then slipped Ruth's dainty panties under the cup, rubbing the fragrant crotch against her son's nose. "And don't her panties smell wonderful?"
"Yes!" the boy excitedly answered.
"They've been hugging her warm pussy all day, baby."
The boy's ass rose upward as his boner flexed excitedly on his crotch. His mom rubbed her leg across his, pushing him back to the ground. "Down, tiger!" she giggled, then pulled Ruth's bra and panties away and dangled a different set above him. "Mmm, look at this sexy pair. These are Aunt Morgan's bra and panties, baby. I bet you've been aching to smell her pregnant pussy," Amber moaned, bringing the crotch of her sister's panties to his nose.
"Oh, wow!" the boy gasped, inhaling his Aunt Morgan's strong feminine scent.
Her and I have the same bra size," the mother revealed, dropping the two bras over her boy's face. "We both wear 38 J-cup bras, darling. Feel how soft they are," the mother whispered, rubbing the silky cups all over his wonder-stricken face. "Our big heavy tits have been stuffed inside these cups all day. All that wonderful flesh just pushing and heaving against them."
The mother pushed the cups aside, so her boy could look up and see the tiny yellow panties she was dangling above his face by one finger. "I bet you remember these, don't you, darling?" she asked.
"Those are the ones you had on today," he answered.
"That's right...the sheer ones that were stretched across my crotch during our car ride. Do you remember how you could see my pussy through them, baby?" she asked.
"How could I forget?!"
"And here's the thong that was stretched up my ass-crack," she observed, holding it out for her son to see. "The one you were pushing you erection against when we dry-fucked each other on the back seat. Remember that, darling?"
"Uh-huh," Damian responded, so fucking turned on it was killing him.