ARCHIVE: The Getaway: Camping Edition

It was that night I fantasized about fucking her, first we fucked against a tree, then I moved my fantasy to Bear Mountain. I used to camp there when I was a boy and I always wanted to bring a hottie there. The fantasies with my stepmom, at Bear Mountain, fucking in the lake, in front of the campfire, in the tent, it became an obsession. I hate to be so vulgar, especially about my own stepmother, but honestly fucking her is what I wanted most. Not making love, but seriously fucking her in the woods, as if we were wild animals that weren’t concerned with what society thought of us. I wanted to smell her, feel her nipples on my tongue, taste her, and enter her from behind. I dreamt of our bodies nude by the campfire, she would look up at me and beg me to make her cum. The fantasy would come in my mind so often that it would wake me in the middle of the night, it was hard to concentrate at school, and when she was in the house, all my senses were heightened, it was as if I was always looking for her, conscious of where she was, what she was doing in the house. I knew I was going to make a move, but I didn’t know how.