Random smut stories with plot

by Jokiba

Smut of all kinds with good plot too

72. Oz and the Robinsons

Oz and the RobinsonsSpationSummary:

The story follows a young lad called Oz on his quest to conquer his best friend's thicc MILF mom.

This is a story where we were asked to continue a rather short story so we can only upload a summary of that short. The continuation still a work in progress. Thus the first chapter is a recap of the short which we then continue with a normal chapter.

The story features a thick pawg MILF who is slowly won over by her son's best freind, much to the annoyance of her husband who tends to be a total dick. Enjoy lots of innuendos, teasing, flirting and the right SS as a mixture for this story.

Notes:

(See the end of the work fornotes.)

Chapter 1Chapter Text

Author's summary of the story so far

Oz who has just returned from summer vacation has made a life-changing realisation. While he was at the beaches of Miami he noticed that most women had beautiful, large asses. His best friend is called Alex Robinson whose parents, Hank and Anna Robinson have been more or less happily married for over a decade.
Upon his visit to his friend, with his newly evolved interest in behinds he is welcomed not just by the warm welcome of his friend and video games, but notices that his friend's mother is the owner of a perfect example for a mature ass.
Anna Robinson, or just Mrs R as she is called by Oz, among other nicknames later on, has a healthy body constitution. She looks young, despite being roughly in her forties and has at first barely any self-restraint.
She casually showcases her large behind in front of the boys chilling on the couch as Oz simply cannot help himself but to stare as she does her Yoga exercises. Alex is obviously embarrassed, but due to the casual family-friendly atmosphere he slaps her ass right away to show that she is indeed bothering them. Oz is surprised and asks how come they take it so casually here. "It's just an ass." Is the response in which Oz notices the tone of joking around as to his friend a fine ass is just something to laugh about. In this way Oz couldn't stop himself fantasising about various scenarios.
Oz is a rather straight-forward guy who talks smoothly and promptly shows it in a conversation at dinner where Hank and his wife are fighting over how Mrs R is not letting him do with her as he pleases. The topic escalates to innuendos of anal intercourse. Alex doesn't understand, but Oz promptly saves Mrs R from Hank's remarks by casually joining the conversation and telling him that "If she doesn't want to, you shouldn't force it." But keeps up the preface of it not being anything sexual.
After dinner they play a game of twister which leads to Hank seeing Oz up his wife's ass with his face. Alex simply laughing at the scene, Hank gets rather furious, because he notices that Oz is enjoying this heaven-sent opportunity. Of course Hank does not show his anger and Oz sometimes meets his eyes and simply stares at him in a provoking way. After a few turns Oz is made to switch positions, same goes for Mrs R and they are now in a predicament where his crotch and her large bum meet in the air. Oz takes this opportunity and pretends to balance himself simply to rub up against her butt more and more. He gets the first taste of her large, soft butt up-close and enjoys it thoroughly, but as he is about to rise into the pearly gates of heaven, the game ends abruptly as Hank says he is tired and it's about time to go to bed.
Half an hour later Oz and Alex are playing video games before sleeping. Oz, however goes to the toilet and as he is on his way there, listens in to the conversation of his friend's parents. Hank is erupting, he is clearly jealous of the boy who had his face up his wife's ass and his crotch against it. Mrs R quickly responds that he is just a boy, but Hank does not listen and keeps using foul language. Mrs Robinson has enough once she is called a "slut" and sends Hank off to let him sleep on the couch. He gets even angrier and won't leave until she calms down. Mrs Robinson is no weakling and quickly decides to go sleep on the couch herself so she does not have to listen to him any more.
This concludes the brief summary of the first day which set the story in motion, but was unfortunately not written by us, so only a summary is portrayed. The original is with the commissioner and the original, unknown artist. What continues is the intellectual property of the Artist known as Spation.

Chapter 2: Oz checks on the sleeping MILFSummary:

Oz sneaks into the living room where Mrs Robinson is sleeping as she has had enough of the nonsense her husband comes up with.

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Right after quietly shutting the door behind me, I pretended to go towards the toilet again. If Mr Robinson would ask why, I'd just tell him that my stomach hurts and it didn't work out earlier.
As I was getting closer to their bedroom my heart pounding like mad, until the beating sound was covered by a loud snore. It seems like Mr Robinson is the type to sleep well after a few beers. Certain of my victory I gently walked down to the living room where I already saw the edge of their large couch. I'd say that my heartbeat was pumping again, but all my blood was already busy pumping up a tent in my pants as I imagined what Mrs Robinson was wearing.

I stopped by the door near the wall. I felt like on an undercover mission. I listened and concentrated on her breathing. It was regular and sounded very monotonous. I went in. Mrs Robinson was sleeping on her back, she had a pink night gown which even in this moonlit scene was visibly see through. I also saw the dark outline of what seemed to be panties. I was certain she was sleeping; her mouth was going slightly agape and snored slightly from time to time. I could see some of her other outlines: her breasts were really round too, not too big, but enough for them to leave a visible mark side to side on the thin fabric even lying down. I was hoping to see her booty, but while I was lost in the mounds of her thin fabric covered chest, she suddenly started moving and whining a little. I remained stationary, I was sure it would take some time until her eyes adjusted anyway, but in the next moment I saw her turn over facing towards the couch and pushing her large butt outwards so she could pull in her legs a little.
I heard our math teacher talk about chances of winning the lottery some time ago, but this was something else.

Her large, thick ass was on the edge of the couch. Her perfectly round plump buttocks were in plain sight and almost begging to be touched and caressed. I drew closer. I finally got a better glimpse of the panties which were wedged between her large ass-cheeks, they were laced and perfectly emphasized the two round moons. I reached out with my hands without thinking too much. Just before I grabbed them, I regained some of my cool and listened one more time for the regular monotonous breathing. It was still there.
I gently put my hand on the goods. Plump, soft bags of sand seemed to suck in my hands, I caressed and went from cheek to cheek as much as I could. My hand felt like it had been blessed, it felt different, the large ass-cheeks seemed to give in and embrace each and every caress I made. A slight poke made her whole butt seem to react with either a slight jiggle or an elastic perking out. It was so much more vivid than when it was covered by pants. I finally put both my hands on each cheek and spread them. The crack seemed endless in the darkness, it seemed to suck me right in. She was still breathing like before.

I had not given it much care, but my pants were fully pitching a tent and I felt a weird liquid gather at the tip. I finally found the courage to rub up against these delicious buns. I pulled my pants and boxers down just enough for my wiener to be out and touched the skin with my tip. Her butt reacted in the same way as to my fingers; I could feel the plump flabbiness engulf my penis.

It was so different from the dry sensation earlier when playing twister. Sure that was great and much more than I could have wished for, but this, this was the real deal, I thought.
I rubbed up and down against her bum, then slowly moved into her large crack. It felt so good to be hot-dogged between those massive cheeks. But then I suddenly heard a creak followed by a few more from the stairs. In a rush I hid behind the arm of the couch, so that it would cover me if anyone came in from the door. I heard the fridge open and someone really did come to the living room.

"So you're not gonna come sleep in our bed, huh?" said a deep voice followed by a crack and "fssh" sound. It was Hank with a beer probably. No answer. I thought this will be my end, if he goes around to face the couch to shake her. But instead there was no movement. He tried again. "No sleep together? No putting in tonight, dear?" with a slightly louder tone. "N-none tonight, honey, and keep it down, some people want to sleep here." responded a sleepy, soothing voice.
"Suit yourself." and I heard the stairs squeak and crackle, before a door was slammed shut. I waited for about eight minutes which seemed like ages until I heard the regular breathing again of Mrs. Robinson. During this time my erection had somewhat left me. I took a long hard look at her majestic ass and it promised a quick recovery. I grabbed and caressed a little, but a lot more gently than before and finally managed to get off into my hand. I felt some of it splurt out and saw a few driblets of it just above her large crack. I was about to try and wipe it off, but just then it rolled down and vanished inside of the large crack. It gave my sense of relief and pleasure a greater kick, but I was not sure why.
I started walking slowly back to Alex's room. Oh yes, Alex… I almost forgot him. I went to the kitchen and after cleaning my hand a bit in the sink, grabbed a cookie and a coke and went back to his room as if nothing happened.
When I entered, he was still playing on his switch.
"Oh hey, how'd it go, she good?" inquired Alex.
"Yeah, she's sleeping, so I didn't bother, got some snacks in the kitchen, though. Want a cookie or a coke too?"
"Nah, I'm good," he said and continued to play his games.

Chapter 3: Oz uses charm, it's very effectiveSummary:

A lot of playful innuendos and flirting from Oz in this chapter. Mr Robinson on the other hand has some rather straight innuendos and jokes which aren't as celebrated.

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I got ready to lie down in the inflatable bed which was prepared for me. Alex finally put away his switch and seemed sleepy too. He turned off the lights.
"Oh man, that twister game was so funny. Dude you got butted." and he laughed.
"Haha yeah, I really didn't mind though, just like when she was exercising. I guess I just completely ignored it." I lied blatantly and added "But do you really slap her butt and she doesn't mind all the time or just when I'm here?"
"Still asking that? Is it really so weird? I'd say it's normal to slap someone's butt if they annoy you." responded Alex.
"Oh yeah and it really is funny too." I knew Alex was still thinking of this sort of stuff as fun and games. For him these jokes never ended, I guess. But that was fine. I had my fill to my heart's content today. After some time we finally fell asleep. I dreamed of Mrs Robinson walking up to me in her pink night gown, but she had no panties on. She came up really close to me, gave me a kiss on the cheek and faced away from me. She started rubbing her large, plump ass up against my uncovered crotch. Her butt seemingly grabbed my wiener and started shaking it up and down.

"ARE YA PLANNING TO LIVE DOWN THERE FROM NOW ON, HONEY?" I heard a loud voice shout. I looked at the clock. It was just half past eight. I saw Alex turn over.
"No, honey, but I sure did sleep well!" came a shout back from the other room. Hank didn't respond, but it seemed like the mood calmed down a bit since yesterday. After about half an hour I smelled a sweet syrupy smell. Alex also noticed and we both went downstairs. I had barely noticed, but my cock was still standing up like a flagpole. Must've been that dream I thought as I sat down quickly as can to the kitchen table before anyone noticed. Alex slowly followed behind me, with his game console in hand already.
"Pancakes, Mrs Robinson?" I inquired with a large smile.
"Yeap, sweet and ready to be eaten… just like you two. I could gobble you up right away for breakfast!" she said jokingly.
Hank came in just then and I saw that he still had a frown on his face. I guess he didn't like the night alone.
"Slept well you two?" He asked without much emotion.
"Yes, sir." we responded.

"I guess an inflatable bed is better than what you got at home, huh, kiddo." and he laughed as if this was his way of telling a good joke. Alex and Mrs Robinson froze stiff for a moment. We weren't rich, but I mean, we weren't poor either, but some people do really like to assume a thing or two based on outwards impressions.
"Hank!" Mrs Robinson shouted. "That's not funny at all. Ozzy's family is an honest, hardworking people."
Hank made a face as if he had realised that indeed that was the case and left the room to get a bit of fresh morning air.

"I don't mind at all, Mrs Robinsons. I know what this was, our teacher called it irony or something." And I stood up and walked right over to her, my morning wood had still not calmed and gave her a big hug from behind. I immediately felt the large buttocks press up against the tip of my penis and as I pretended to push my face into her back I made sure to circle my hips and get a bit of her flesh to massage me from all sides.

"Oh, sweetie. It's okay, he really didn't mean to insult you, you know how grumpy Mr Robinson can be sometimes." She said and slightly turned to pet my head. She petted my head for almost a minute. I felt really bold and made sure to rub up against her as much and as hard as I dared without it being too obvious. A few seconds after her hand withdrew I stopped hugging her. She then gave me a really well-meaning smile and turned back to do her kitchen chores. After eating the pancakes, and getting a nice little rubbing, my morning wood and hunger both settled for a while.

Alex had me play some video games with him until lunch. We had Spaghetti again. All of us were seated at the table again. Before I could gulp down the last bite I had a great idea strike me. I let my fork fall down on purpose. Mrs Robinson was just opposite of me and the fork luckily enough landed on the floor near her. She wanted to bend down and grab it for me, but I played the gentleman again and told her I can get it myself.

I crawled under the table and pretended to take my time looking for the fork. In reality I had been looking at the plump ass folding itself slightly over the chair it sat in and imagined what it would feel like to have that precious flesh unfold its glory on top of me. Sure I got quite the taste of it yesterday while playing twister and at night, but it was not the full course. The juicy plumpness seemed to spill and then suddenly come to a stop on the edges of the chair. It looked a lot what it felt like, soft with a tasteful flexibility to them.

"Did the kitchen gnomes take the fork already?" Hank asked with a genuinely funny remark. He seemed to somewhat regret his earlier comment, but some anger was still mixed in.
"Just found it, Mr Robinson, just in time before they took it away." I said and regretted to be pulled away so quickly.
After lunch we stayed a bit at the kitchen table and chatted with Alex, while I was mostly eagerly looking over at the large ass and its owner being squished up against the kitchen counter, doing the dishes. I didn't want to make anything a habit, so I didn't offer to do them this time. Just then Hank seemed to notice my eyes being glued towards his wife again and somewhat angrily put down the newspaper.

"Honey, you know what, I checked our attic the other day and it's full of cobwebs and dust. I would appreciate it if you could clean it up."
"Sure thing just let me finish the dishes and some other things, hun." Mrs Robinson said with a sigh. "That place is so stuffed, I can barely move around…" she murmured.
"Let me help you Mrs Robinson!' I exclaimed without thinking too much about it. I saw both Hank and Alex look up on me, for a second I thought I was being too obvious about my intention, but right away saved it with another remark. "I love attics, there's always great treasures hidden there. We cleaned up ours just a while ago." I added with a hint of passion in my voice. I was not lying, at least not about the treasure. Her booty was worth any sort of grunt work if it meant being with her and building our "relationship".

"In that case, I can't just say no to you, Ozzy. I bet your short hands can get into some hard to reach corners." she added without any second meaning.
"Oh, don't worry Mrs Robinson, I'm an expert at handling hard to reach areas!" I said with some hidden meaning, thinking of her large buttocks still hiding some untouched joys.
Hank, who had taken up his newspaper again a few minutes ago, lowered it and was now looking at us from behind it, his face seemed to say "he's a kid, he can't make up sexual innuendos, but should I really just let them clean it alone?" but then kept reading the paper silently.
Alex was fully absorbed with his switch again; it was a tough Super Mario Maker course he tried to beat.

Chapter 4: Hank spoils the fun (?)Summary:

Oz and Mrs R clean the attic, but her husband comes up to check on them and spoils their fun.

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A few hours had passed since lunch and I could barely subdue my random erections popping a tent on my pants whenever I saw Mrs Robinson just glance in my direction.

"Looking forward to the treasures, Mrs Robinson. I'm sure they'll be as charming as you" I said with a bold confidence and smiled.

"Looking forward to your help, you little rascal" she said while laughing.

About an hour had passed since that conversation. We were playing more Mario Maker levels with Alex until then. Some of the items in the game, like the giant mushroom reminded me of Mrs Robinson's thick ass, the slight jiggling animation of the mushroom head made me lose focus even more and I kept dying at various spots which made Alex laugh out loud a lot.

"I can't believe you always die at these easy spots. Just eat the damn mushroom, man."

"I'd love to eat it whole, trust me." I said blankly, meaning something entirely different. Before Alex could react I heard Mrs Robinson's voice calling me.

"Ozzy, come, I prepped all the stuff we're gonna need!" I heard her voice echo.

For some reason, I had my hopes up, that there would be various grown up stuff, like, what you saw on television. Blue pills, condoms, lube. Would I even need any of that? I asked myself as I walked towards the attic entrance where Mrs Robinson stood. She had prepared a bucket full of water with some chemicals in it, a few gloves, some duster thing and a bunch of other stuff needed for cleaning. Looking at the items I felt my motivation diminish, but a glance at the Mrs made it all come back.

She had an old pair of jeans on which was visibly too tight for her. Her buttocks were spilling out slightly to the edges and were visible even from the front. What's more, there were some holes in them, but not yet at the right spots- around and on her knees, slightly along one thigh. In contrast to that she had a huge baggy white t-shirt which was covered in colorful spots, likely from paint. At the right angle I was able to see her bra from the arm-hole, she also didn't bother changing her black bra and it was at times visible through the white fabric. Another thing which caught my attention was her long ponytail. Cleaning really is great. After I ogled her for a long time she noticed and almost seemed to flush and asked:

"Haha, sorry, but it's a lot easier to use old clothes when doing work around the house. Should I also get you something Ozzie, hun?"

"No need, Mrs Robinson, these clothes are perfect, just like yours."

After a small pause she grabbed hold of the knob dangling from the ceiling and pulled on it to reveal a staircase.

"Careful not to trip." she said, but as she took the first two steps after putting the utensil on the fifth or so step, she tripped herself and fell to her knees slightly with some of her arms supporting her. I saw my chance and pretended to also trip, slightly due to her own little mistake. I made sure to press up against her butt-crack with my loins and landed my wiener right where I wanted it to. I felt her butt squeeze up and clench my penis from preventing any further slips. She seemed surprised and startled.

"Gee, look at me, I told you to be careful and I tripped myself, making you fall over too." she said and slowly stood up. I pretended to need help. She held my hand and reached around my back to help me stand up. "Up we go now!" she said happily and we finally managed to bring the stuff and us successfully to the top.

The attic cleaning needing to be done was no joke. Cobwebs everywhere, various garbage: like old newspapers, magazines, boxes of all sizes and shapes lay around unsorted. Moreover it was really hot and stuffy up here.

"Let's move some of the stuff away, so I can start cleaning." she said with a slight sigh.

"I will help out." I said but made sure to take it slow.

I saw Mrs Robinson get on all fours after she opened a large plastic bag and she slowly started collecting the newspapers. I made sure to collect things behind her and reach around close to her to put stuff in the bag. Her butt was moving left to right in front of my face, it drew small circles as she slightly moved her body to collect a paper. I kept admiring it as it jiggled slightly and I saw some of the tears in the jeans slowly come more and more loose. It seemed she didn't notice, because it was a slow tear barely making any noise. The one around her thigh kept slowly spreading up, but stopped below her large butt. It was so infuriating, just a bit more and all that delicious skin could have spilled free.

"Oh! Look here Mrs Robinson!" I pretended to see a paper next to her with an interesting article and as I reached for it I made sure to slightly fall down hands first. I managed to grab her jeans by the thigh area and sure enough it ripped along farther, making some of her butt spill out of them. I also made sure to cough a little and sure enough she didn't notice anything, except for a slight relief of having more freedom in her tight jeans.

"Look, this article covers the construction of the area I live in." it really was a small article about our street being made into a living space for new families.

She nodded and told me I could keep it if I wanted. What I really wanted was something else with us up here... so I put it in the bag and said we had the same one at home. Now that the papers were in a bag, we started hoarding together all the other stuff into boxes: toys and old clothes. I found an old skimpy bikini which I made sure to show Mrs Robinson by holding it up and looking at it puzzled.

"Don't mind it, Ozzy, it's just an old swimsuit. I used to wear it to the beach. Hank really liked it for some reason." she appeared lost in thought. I could imagine. The top piece had barely enough cloth to cover the nipples and the areola of a grown woman, but the bottom piece was practically just a string.

"I sure would love to see you in this Mrs Robinson..." that was a bit too bold I thought and quickly added "because I want to go to the beach again sometime." She flushed, although it might have been due to the hot room, and told me to put it in a separate box.

After that was done, she told me to look around at the other boxes for any sort of treasures while she started scrubbing the floor on all fours. It was getting more and more hot, I saw drops of sweat run down her face, neck and then disappear into her cleavage. Her T-shirt started to be sweaty around her armpits and around her breast area because of all the excess fat. Her black brassiere was easier to see through the t-shirt and I saw the large breasts hang down as she scrubbed the floor. While I pretended to rummage through boxes, I kept looking for any opportunities to arise. At some point it happened on its own:

"Ozzy dear, there's a spot I can't reach, mind helping me out." she said while trying to reach into a corner with her butt raised up high.

"Sure thing, gladly!"

Instead of doing the obvious and trying to clean that spot myself, I tried to push Mrs Robinson from behind with my hands, full on grabbing her buttocks and pushing as hard as I can.

She let out a small gasp of surprise, but soon an "Ah" followed with "I can almost reach it now, just a bit further." As she was on all fours and I was trying to push her from behind this reminded me of a position I saw in a magazine once. I think they called it "doggy" because the couple is on all fours like dogs. But her lower back was not bent far enough down, it was actually more like a cat's. Her butt was also not really sticking out well enough. I grabbed her by the waist and tried pushing it down and forward at the same time. This did the trick well, her lower back lowered and her large ass came rising up against crotch in an instant. My Johnny was engulfed in the large buttocks again, but Mrs R didn't notice because she seemed to be still stretching towards the corner. "Just a little more, this position seemed to help."

"Just a little more" is what I wanted to say too, so I promptly followed orders and rammed her with my crotch in order to make her reach the spot easier. I had an erection in this half-lit room for a while now but this was pushing me to my limits. My cock was throbbing beneath my pants against the soft, hot flesh which was partly out of her jeans. I kept repeating the motion to help her reach the spot, while I made sure to rub up against her butt and grab her hips tightly.

"Oh gosh, sweetie!" Mrs R cried. For a second I froze slightly stiff and thought she knew what I was up to. "These cobwebs have all gotten into my hair. Remove them, quick!" she said almost hysterically. I kept one hand on her hip while I reached for her hair with the other. The spider webs really covered most of her ponytail. I pulled on it as hard as I could to make it seem like I am eager to help her. Her head bobbed back slightly while her lower back arched even more and her butt came crushing up against my crotch, I could barely keep still. It felt as if we were really having sex. "I think there's still some cobwebs in there Mrs Robinson, but they are sticking to your hair." I said while still pulling on her hair and pounding her from behind.

"Cleaning going all right, you t-" a voice came from behind us.

I was about to "thrust" her again, but I stopped this time and quickly pretended to be just pushing her, loosening my grip on her hair too and looking a bit disgusted by the cobwebs.

"Yes dear, quite well, but it's so hot up here and the spots are all hard to reach" she responded while panting heavily. "And these cobwebs are all messing up my hair."

"Just what is going on here?!" Hank shouted.

Chapter 5: Hank chills outSummary:

Hank almost ruined the fun, but now we're all good to go again.

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"What do you mean? He's trying to push me so I can reach that spot over there, look I got all of the previous spots clean, but I can't reach in there."
"Has the heat here molten your brains? Just use a stick or something for God's sake. Here." and Hank reached us a stick from another corner of the room. He seems to have somewhat calmed down, I suppose with our clothes on, the bad lighting, a passable orderliness and his wife's explanation seemed to make him think it really was a misunderstanding. He walked off quite quickly.
Mrs R used the stick to reach the areas and finally got around the area of the window. She opened it and let in a refreshing gust of wind. I saw this breeze slowly harden her nipples below the thin fabric of the see-through t-shirt and the thin bra. They were pointing at me. Hank also seems to have ignored the ripped jeans of his wife, which were covered up by me. The tear had gotten even larger, letting out more of her butt. As Mrs R turned around, she blushed in surprise as the gentle breeze tickled her behind.
"Oh my, it seems I ripped another pair of old jeans. Don't tell anyone, Ozzy." she said calmly and winked at me.
"No wonder with all these nails sticking out, Mrs R., happens all the time. I didn't even notice!" I said with a cool demeanour.
"N-nails?! I didn't notice the tear, maybe I didn't notice something worse. Ozzy be a good boy and check if I have any bruises or worse along the tear." she said in a slight panic.
I gladly obeyed. "Leave it to me, ma'am" I said with a serious face.
I bent slightly down behind her and started going from the back of her knees where the bare skin started and started fingering the area and making a "hm" sound, shorter and longer at times. I made sure to touch up the back of her thigh a lot longer, it was surprisingly stiff, but after some finger-work it started loosening up and was pretty soft. "Nothing so far, miss." I said matter-of-factly and continued to grope, or rather inspect if any of the goods were damaged. I finally reached her buttock's lower half. It was bulging out really nicely from beneath the remaining jeans pocket, which probably prevented further ripping. I made sure to push my finger between the fabric and the butt and finger around between properly to see if there was anything out of sight. Her butt nicely stretched at each angle of my finger's inspection. There was nothing there, but just to be sure I double checked and started groping with my whole hand now. I grabbed hold of the cheek and let it fall back on its own. "Nothing's wrong here, Mrs Robinson, rest assured!" and I playfully gave her visible butt-cheek a big old slap which made it tremble.
"Haha, goodness me, you had me worried there a few times. You fooled me good!" she laughed my groping off quite quickly luckily and continued "Well, found any treasures, or do you want to keep looking around?"
"I think the sight was enough and I guess we got some stuff we have to bring downstairs too. I am glad I was able to help you clean the attic, that in itself is worth a lot, Mrs R."
"Aw you, guess who's getting pancakes for dinner as a reward."
I felt genuinely happy about the pancakes. Not only did I get to grope and hump her as much as I could, I am even going to be rewarded for it.
In the kitchen she made me a few pancakes. While eating them I was able to look at her behind again, while Alex joined us, but still playing his video games.
"How'd it go? Boring, huh?"
"Yeah, nothing special up there." I said as if everything that happened was normal.
"Dude, I gotta talk to you in my room later. You know dude only talk."
"Sure thing, man." I said and assumed he wants to talk about Stacy or other love-affairs of his. Which was somewhat weird, because he usually doesn't want to talk about it much.
"Well well well, if it isn't the boys. Pancakes for attic cleaning?" Hank came in in a strangely nice mood. "Maybe I should've joined the missus and let her clean my pipe. Well sweetie? Why don't you clean my pipe from tip to toe like it should be done properly?"
"No, Hank, and don't bring this up in front of the children again."
"Why not. It's just a pipe. You know how sticky and gross it gets. I'm sure it needs proper treatment too."
"We've been through this honey, the pipe makes me feel ill, I cannot clean it like that."
Me and Alex were somewhat listening in. I knew full well what Hank might mean. He probably meant a blowjob. Alex seemed to be thinking what pipe he meant.
"What do you guys say."
"I guess a pipe can't be much harder to clean than our attic." Alex said coolly.
"And you Oz?"
"Not this again, Hank."
"If Mrs R says she feels ill from being near the pipe, maybe it's best not to make her do it. Can't you do it, Mr R?" I said somewhat casually and so it doesn't seem like I know too much I added "You know my dad usually does the oily and yucky work at home. I know he cleans the sink pipes and stuff like that."
"See, honey?" Mrs R asked in a victorious tone.
"I guess it can't be helped, huh?" Hank replied with a question and grabbed for a beer in the fridge.
The conversation ended with that and we went back to Alex's room. Hank seemed angry again, I guessed he'd be drinking again, but probably won't start an argument in bed again tonight. Sure enough, I went to the toilet and all I heard was loud snoring and a slightly less obnoxious breathing noise. They were both asleep when I peeked in through their half open door. I returned to Alex's room.
"So what was it you wanted to talk about?"
"I really want it to work out between Stacy and me this coming year, Oz." Alex said bravely.
"What do you mean "work out", you haven't even taken the first steps, man." I said somewhat jokingly and he put his fist on my shoulder.
"I know, I know… I'll need your help. Can you give me advice in these things?"
"I can tell you what I know, but I think… we might need some more help." I laid my trap.
"More people? Oz, I can only talk to you about this and maybe my mum."
"Yeap, we will need help from your mother with some stuff and I will have to come over often. Then we'll work you and your crush out somehow."
Alex spit in his hand and reached it out to me. That was more than enough, I spat in my hand and grabbed his. We shook hands and looked each other in the eyes as seriously as we could before starting to laugh at our seriousness.
Alex was already snoozing when I was still spinning around on my air mattress. My mind was filled with Mrs R's sweaty butt bulging out of her jeans, her see-through T-shirt and the sensation of me pulling her towards my crotch. I couldn't sleep. And for some reason I started thinking about her lips, which I had not thought of before. All thanks to Hank's talk in the evening. Her lips were really plump and had a nice pink color. I remembered her kiss on my forehead. It had something magical which I didn't notice before. It had a wetness and gentle suction to it... I had still a lot to learn about women I realised.

Chapter 6: All of itSummary:

Final chapter of this part.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter fornotes.)

Chapter Text

I continued to turn to my right, then to my left, because turning over and lying on my belly was now made impossible. Another erection popped because of her round ass and juicy lips which were completely on my mind now. Alex was sleeping, I could tell, he sometimes mumbles or smacks his lips while sleeping deeply. I got up soundlessly and slowly made my way into the direction of the toilet again. The snoring I heard previously was a lot more silent now. I peeked in through the door again and could see with a bit of focus that both Mr and Mrs Robinson seemed to be sleeping.

I pushed the door in slightly, so that there would be enough space for me to slip in through. I made sure to be even stealthier than on the night when I snuck up to Mrs R sleeping on the couch. This was really enemy territory here, even if Hank was out cold and snoring away like a bear, I made no mistakes to be discovered without copping a feel or two. As soon as I entered and my eyes got used to the dark completely, I saw that Mrs R's blanket was barely covering her. It was still pretty warm during the night, so it came as no surprise. She was packing some extra meat on her which I didn't mind at all. She had the same pink nightgown on but there was no dark spot beneath it. For a few moments I felt my hart beat faster, but then I saw a gentle white shine from beneath the fabric. She wore white panties tonight.

Her arms lay beside her in an uneven fashion, although her legs were closed tightly next to each other while lying on her back. Hank slept like a log, his hands were on his side as he lay facing away from his wife.
She was sleeping really soundly, but I had no option to cop a good feel like last night. Some of her plump butt was protruding to the sides of her and I tried caressing those parts, but it felt like such a mood killer after all that happened today in the attic. Her lips however, were still well within my reach. Her mouth was slightly agape and her thick lips seemed to be even bigger and wetter than usual. When I got closer I noticed that she was drooling a little as her face was slightly to the side. I tried poking her cheek gently. No reaction at all. I tried rubbing it a little. No change. She seemed tired after all the cleaning. I went ahead and put my finger close to her mouth and gently rubbed her on the lips. They were really very soft and slightly wet. Her face still showed no changes. I tried putting my finger a bit closer to her agape mouth and putting in my fingertip, slowly rubbing it against it. She kept breathing and sleeping soundly.

I felt as my fingertip got wetter and wetter until I finally noticed that my hardon was reaching its limit in my pants. I finally reached in with my other hand while I kept fingering her mouth gently. It was a nice sensation. The softness rubbing up against my finger, her sleeping gentle face and the thought of her lower half being so nicely exposed and being laid out wide as it was. I kept glancing over all the time to these goods on display, while still softly rubbing and getting my fingertip wet.

For a moment I stopped and wondered if I could rub it up against her mouth or cheek without her noticing. Just then she started moving slightly:
"Oh Hank, just like that." she mumbled, but I could barely hear it. I immediately retracted my finger and squatted down slightly while keeping my other hand in my pants. And while she was mumbling she turned over and seemed to put one hand over her husband, as if trying to hug him in his sleep. There was no change to the somewhat loud snoring on the other side of the bed. And to my satisfaction, her beautiful round ass came into view like the sun in the morning from below. This juicy, fat butt. How much I missed this view. Her nightgown crept up slightly and her butt looked fully naked except for a thin white line running along the top and bottom, but disappearing in the middle. I wanted to be sucked in just like that fabric, so I boldly used my drool covered finger to finger along the crack. It got swallowed up right away. It was almost a homely feeling. Immediately I opened up my hand and started rubbing, caressing, squeezing gently at each flab I could grab from the crack. I also started rubbing my finger along the crack and then, slightly more boldly, straight into it. I felt a bit of fabric and wrinkles of skin rub up against my fingertip, then something twitched slightly, but she was still sleeping and her husband was still snoring away too. I couldn't resist much longer, I pulled my pants slightly down and rubbed my meat against her huge buttocks, then going along the crack. It looked like a hot dog inside a bun, but I kept rubbing away to my heart's content. My weiner was caught up again between her large meatbuns. Just like with my finger, I then started pushing it in straight, the crack welcomed me warmly, I could feel the flesh tickle my penis head, and a bit of fabric wiggle on the tip.

While I was humping her bare buttcheeks frantically with my glans between her cheeks, I rubbed the parts of her butt which were available for grabbing. I felt my balls rise and I finally ejaculated, completely forgetting what that meant. I grabbed her butt a bit harder than intended while I felt a hotness leave me.

After a moment of pure bliss and peace I realised that my jizz was all over her buttcrack, not just a drop like last time. I glanced over at Hank, he was still snoring while being hugged with one arm by his wife. Could I get away with it? This question crossed my mind, but I soon started fingering out the liquid from between her butthole and cleaned it fairly well. I also remembered a tissue I had in my pocket from lunch and managed to make good use of it. As I was squatting down again with my face really close to her butt and looking if I had missed anything, I heard the door slightly creak behind me.
I got really scared for a second. The thing is, that the door even moved slightly. I was not a believer in the paranormal. I quickly pulled up my pants and made my way back to Alex's room.

Alex was still sleeping, at least it looked that way.
"Where ya been, man?" he asked in a sleepy voice.
"Toilet" I replied in a sleepy voice and yawned, even though my heart was still racing from all the glory I had witnessed just now. He turned around without asking more questions and I tucked into the bed again.
After that I could finally sleep, even on my belly.

I woke up really early next day. I felt refreshed. Sure I had a bit of morning wood, but thinking about the stuff that happened last night seemed like a dream and made a large grin appear on my face.
"Slept well, bud?" Alex asked still half asleep.
"Yeah, best sleep I had in a while, to be honest. Some nice dreams too, haha" I wasn't lying.
"I had a pretty weird one. You were face up close to the butt of my mom." he said somewhat weirded out. My grin froze a little and my blood turned cold, but I managed to keep my calm.
"Heh, sounds like you didn't get enough of that view from our twister battle. I guess it was really funny again." I laughed it off.
"Well, it looked more like you were doing some sort of an operation... I got scared and it seemed so real and it happened in my parents' bedroom, then you came in and said you went to the toilet." Alex said in all honesty, describing some of the less pleasant parts of yesterday night.
"Sounds like a nightmare, man. But I did go to the toilet, maybe I woke you up when I got back and that's why it's kinda mixed up in your head."
"Yeah, I guess." he said, and seemed to calm down completely. "Wanna play some games before breakfast?"

Alex booted up Smash bros. He rarely played that game, but he was pretty good at it. We played a bit of online competitive. He fought a Mr. Game and Watch that kept hitting nines on him and was completely angry and had to lay off for a few mins. In the meantime I played against a zero suit Samus and I couldn't help but notice her nice lips and long ponytail on the avatar. I started thinking about Mrs R's nice lips and her ponytail from yesterday. It was also pretty long and pulling it to make her butt come up closer was really fun and exciting. But when the game loaded and a small cutscene played where she drops her armor, I got pissed. Samus' ass was flat as a board. I managed to defeat her in below two minutes. Alex was really proud of me.

Alex took the switch again but I went ahead to grab breakfast. I could smell and hear some bacon simmering with some eggs. When I entered the kitchen I noticed Mrs R was still in her nightgown, but had put on some short shorts to appear a little more ready to tackle the day. Her hair was unkempt and messy, however, it screamed bed, but looked tempting for some reason. The short shorts left the bottom of her buttocks hang out and the night gown was very see-through now in the broad daylight. I stopped at the kitchen door and just took in the beautiful scenery.

"Not again, mom!" Alex said loudly who was coming from behind me. "You're making Oz uncomfortable. And me too, actually. Put some real clothes on and maybe comb your hair."
"Oh dear, I just feel like going back straight to bed. I slept too well and just want more..." she stopped abruptly to yawn loudly.
"I want some more too," I thought to myself, but said "You're looking real good, Mrs R. I think this fashion style is what the teens a few classes above ours call hipster or something."
"See, Alex? I'm fashionable. I'm a fashionista." said Mrs R proudly.
"You're too old for that mom."
"Not at all." she said and I followed up with a "She's in her prime." and we all laughed at that. Shortly after breakfast was served. Bacon and eggs, but also some smaller sausages.
Just then Hank came in through the door from outside.
"Nice weather today, lads. Slept well again? I sweated too much." he said and I figured it was because his wife was clinging to him last night, but I couldn't say anything.
"Yeah, yeah." we responded.
"Sausages? I know a fellow's girl who can swallow these things up whole and then shoot them back up. Weird little trick, wish the missus could do that too." and he winked at his wife. There really were some small sausages on the pan too, but I had realised only now.
"Not this again, Hank." Mrs R said in an angry tone.
"Oh, I've seen a video on Youtube of a guy doing that. The way he sucks those sausages in is like a vacuum cleaner and then he sends them flying. Hilarious." Alex responded referencing some weird video he saw online.
"If a woman does it, it's way more amazing, sonny. Mostly if they do it for a guy." and he looked at me as if passing the ball to me.
"Like an eating competition?" Alex said puzzled.
"Oh, I bet some sausages are too small to be sucked in so easily and end up being caught by the teeth and chewed up. Haha." I said as if adding to the jokes, but I had an image in my mind of Hank getting bitten a bit.

Hank just looked at me and it seemed like another fuse snapped in him. Seems like I hit a nail on the head again. The way he looked was telling me a lot again, he seemed angry but then remembered that I was probably really just thinking about sausages being eaten. He then turned to his wife again:
"Hear that, sweetheart? Chewed up. I think I've seen that somewhere before and maybe even felt that too, huh?" he asked his wife angrily. Alex put his switch and fork down with which he was multitasking, eating and playing at the same time, and now looked at his parents.

"You know what, Hank?" Mrs R said in a somewhat pitiful voice.
"Yeah, want me to get a sausage for you?" Hank added triumphantly.
"No, but you can go to the shop and get some meat for lunch. We're out of everything. Chicken breast will do nicely, thank you." she said while keeping her voice under control so as not to break out in a crying fit.

She seemed used to these sorts of dumb remarks and it had played out much like the other day, almost the same. After a slight pause, Hank seemed to get back to Earth and said:
"The usual pack? ...I'll get some extra." and left through the door after grabbing his wallet.

"You okay mom? You seem down." asked Alex. "Why is dad so mean to you lately?"
"He's been on vacation for too long, sweetie. He's bored. It's okay, I'm fine." Mrs R said.

My parents told me that Hank took three weeks off of work, but they couldn't say why. My dad said it was on a whim and he was really bored at work lately, said something about wanting to spend more quality time with his family. But I've seen what that meant for the past few days here...

"Don't worry Mrs R. sausages are meant to be eaten. I don't understand why someone would want to choke on one, or why they would want to shoot them out of their mouths."
"Yeah mum, you're not Kirby." Alex said half joking.
"Thanks, Oz, you're right. Do you mean that pink round creature that swallows things and shoots them as stars, Alex?" she laughed because she knew what he meant.
"It's just that he hasn't complimented me in ages, it's always just complaints and nagging, and these dumb demands. Gosh..." she said almost crying again.
"That's okay Mrs R, he's probably just been exposed to your beauty for too long and his eyes are probably burned out." I said without thinking too much. Alex looked at me surprised, but he didn't really understand what I meant.
"You mean to say that I'm dazzling, Ozzy?" and she flushed and laughed slightly. "I'm too old to be told such things!" she said with Alex's words.
"You're stunning just the way you are, Mrs R. We all like you a lot (mostly your large butt, I thought), right Alex?"
"Yeap!"
"Oh boys, you're both so thoughtful. Mostly you, Ozzy. Thank you, I really needed that."

I knew my grades in English weren't so good, but even the teacher said that I had some talent with words.

We moved on to the living room while dragging Alex's mum with us, so we could keep her company and cheer her up more. After some back and forth about "Oh, but I don't want to bore you boys, just go ahead without me" and "But mum you don't have anything to do until you get the stuff for lunch" and so on, until she finally followed us. She sat down between us on the couch and me and Alex kept trying to compliment her. I had whispered to Alex beforehand that he should try his best and try to learn from me, because this was already part of the training for his Stacy advise. It was somewhat hard to keep the ball rolling, Mrs R was still in her nightgown and kept her bedhead. The nightgown was extremely distracting, I could pretty much discern her nipples beneath and her large breasts were fully bulging out. I had not noticed them too much before, but since she was seated, I could not look at the goods down there. It is also important to keep eye-contact when complimenting, my dad taught me that much.

"Darn, Mrs Robinson is this night gown Louis Vuitton, because you're looking mighty fine to be hit on." This was the only brand name I could remember from my mum's fashion magazine and I remember my dad rhyming it with "shit on" once because of the prices. I tried to use it to my advantage.

"Oh you, it's just some old piece from a local little shop." she flushed somewhat but smiled and seemed a lot more cheerful again.
Alex seemed to be thinking hard, so I dropped another compliment while he was thinking.
"Your smile is sooo charming, is there an airport nearby, or was that just my heart taking off because of it?"
Mrs R blushed bright red and laughed really loudly afterwards. But it was an embarrassed and happy sort of laugh. Finally Alex had a good line too.
"Your cooking is always so delicious, I'm really glad to be your son." he said and blushed.
"Awwww, thank you soo much sweetie. And Oz you're a smooth-talker. I better stay cautious!" she laughed again, but this time to indicate that she was not serious. We all laughed after that, but were soon disturbed by her hugging us, with each arm separately, and drew us near herself. I felt the large breast squish up against my face and it felt incredibly soft like a warm pillow. She even started pressing us against her in a playful way. While Alex was telling her to stop, I just enjoyed the moments of rubbing up against her soft boobs. I even felt a harder bit of skin rub up against my cheek. I guessed her nipples were getting hard. She squeezed us for a while and then let us go. I popped an erection and tried to sink a bit into the couch. My face felt funny, as if I had rubbed up against something familiar and it left a nice sensation on my skin.
Soon Mrs R got up and decided we should play a board game which she wanted to take down from a shelf. She went with "Don't get angry" for some reason. I watched as she was eagerly stretching herself to reach it. Her butt jiggled when she had to stand back on her heels after extending for a few seconds before trying anew. This scene repeated for a while and her butt kept jiggling more and more.

"I haven't played this one in a while." and she started to set up the board and gave us the little figures. These figures reminded me of her for some reason, thin upper half and a really thick bottom. She took the red ones, gave me blue and Alex green. She told me to start. I rolled a three and wanted to move from the starting field, but she stopped me by putting her hand on mine:
"A, a, a, Ozzy, we play by the hard rules here. You have to roll three times, only after you roll a six you can bring in one of your four pieces and then roll again for a move on the board." She said and opened my palm to give me the die again.
This time I rolled a six successfully and she bounced a little on the couch making her breasts jiggle around. It made me wait before rolling again and moving in one of my pieces. That is when an idea struck me. The table was a bit higher than the couch. I rolled a bit clumsily making it roll toward her crotch.

"Sorry, Mrs R. I rolled a dud." and went ahead to finger for the die by her crotch. It landed perfectly between her legs, but since her thighs were so thick it didn't fall through. I made sure to brush up against her inner thigh as much as possible while getting the die. She made a slightly flustered face and wanted to help me, but I said: "Please, I can get it myself." pretending to be stubborn.
With the magic touch of her thighs I managed to roll another six after retrieving the die. I wanted to pass the die to Alex, but he said:
"If you roll a six you can roll again. As often as it happens, man. You're a natural so far!"
I rolled again and it fell on the ground in front of us this time. I pretended to be flustered and Mrs R stood up and went ahead to grab it. I let her because the next moment she bent over with her large shorts covered butt facing us. It was yet another sight to behold as she presented her buns to me while Alex just waited for his turn. She straightened and bent down again as she gave me the die. I could see all the way down into her cleavage, but her breasts were so big that they dangled all the way down to the fabric so the nipples were covered. It was still more skin than I had hoped to see.

"Don't lose it again, haha." she said and put the die into my palm again, while I kept looking into her cleavage.

This time I rolled a one, because I was so taken aback. Alex took the die and rolled two twos before finally rolling a six. The game went on, until Mrs R had two pieces in her base, I had one in with two waiting to go in and Alex with 0 as he kept getting thrown out by either me or his mum. Mrs R was really cheerful each time she kicked me or her son's piece out of the game. However, the game ended abruptly again after Hank came back:
"Oh, hello Hank, welcome back!" Mrs R said pretty gleefully.
"Hey y'all, playing games? Got the chicken, I'll put it in the fridge. But man, I sure am starving." he said.
"Sure sure, it'll be done right away." Mrs R said but she kept her good mood.
"Something nice happen to you while I was gone?" he asked.
"Just some quality time with the boys." she replied.
"Damn, I guess Ozzy's quite skilled if he can get your mood so high again in such a short time. You can learn a thing or two, Alex." Hank said, almost bursting out.
"But they both cheered me up, Hank."
"That's right, dad."
"Yeah, Mr Robinson, I only gave the two of them a little push." we all explained, although Hank had been right on his money.
"I see, I see..." he said in an "I know I'm right" fashion and hurried to the kitchen.
"Welp, boys, guess we'll finish this some other time." said Mrs R and put the game away. "You two just sit back and play to the end without me or relax, lunch will be done in about an hour." and she went to the kitchen.
Alex grabbed his switch as if out of a reflex and booted up a game, while his mom left for the kitchen. A good ten minutes passed until I got bored of watching him play and wanted to rather go see Mrs R.
"I'll go check up on your mom." I said and Alex just nodded silently.
Mrs R was standing by the kitchen counter, but in her usual jeans and t-shirt outfit, her hair in a ponytail again and with an apron around her front. She held a meat pounder in her hand with which she steadily kept hitting on the table which had a piece of chicken breast laid out on it.

"Beating the meat, Mrs Robinson?" I said from behind her and saw that she was slightly surprised by me coming in. "I beat my meat not too long ago too." I added half-joking. She started laughing.
"You mean you helped your mom prep lunch, Ozzy?" she said, but was still laughing.
"Yes, I helped her prep some prime beef thighs recently. Why are you laughing?" I asked fully knowing what the situation was. "It's good to help out, right?"
"Yes, Ozzy, beating the meat is essential for a good lunch and for good health." she said without thinking too much about what this meant for a boy my age.

There definitely was some tension in the air now as she stopped hitting the chicken breast and looked at me as if realising what she had just said. Just then Hank came in again to interrupt:
"Is it ready yet? I'm really starving. Oh, Ozzy, hey. Your parents might be worried about you. I saw your mum and she asked if you were coming home today."

My parents told me to stay as much as I liked, so I guess he's chasing me away.
"Oh, yeah, I totally forgot I promised my mum to help her with some chores around the house. I told her to wait for me. Guess it's already that time, huh. How it flies when you're having fun. Haha." I said while looking him in the eyes. I made some of it up, but I wanted to look good.

After that we had lunch and I started walking home. I already promised Alex I'd be back soon, we still had a few days left of summer vacation and we agreed we'd start his "preparations" for the "Stacy situation". We made some progress today, I told him and asked if he noticed anything about my compliments. He said I talked about weird stuff and that he doesn't understand how any girl might like airports and such. He did get something of the heart and clothes, though. I told him he'd need a lot of training, he was fine with that. He was also fine with his mum helping out in such ways. I was also eager to snag away that large butt from Hank with any chance that would arise...

Oz and the Robinsons go campingSpationSummary:

The continuation to Oz and the Robinsons.
"What happened before the camping trip? How?" Read the previous story half here: /works/32451046/chapters/80468932
And Hank, the husband of Mrs. Robinson is getting cucked for real now.

Chapter 1Chapter Text

It's been almost ten days since the last time I saw Mrs Robinson, but more importantly her large, soft bubble-butt. Bubble-butt sounds nice, but it fails to actually describe her butt well enough. Almost every night when I close my eyes, all I see is her round peaches just dangling in front of me, then connecting to her wide hips. And finally her whole body appears with those nice melons and juicy lips as well. For the past few days I wanted to come over to Alex's place but he kept responding to me on discord that he's busy. He's playing his switch all day, but pretends to be busy anyway. I told him it is important, because his Stacy-training is long overdue. For some reason my parents also told me to stay home and help out, because I can't be relying on the Robinson's kindness all the time. I told them, that I help out a lot, but dad said "Well, help out at home too, son. Your mom could use the helping hand."

So for the past week all I did was help out at home: do dishes, bring out the garbage, and clean up. Hell, I even had to cook sometimes. But it was worth it in the end. Since my birthday was around the corner, I received my present early. I was now a proud owner of a newest generation phone with 5G connection and brilliant video capture. I could almost feel the endless possibilities this would open up for me. However, I was still pretty stinky and, more importantly, pent up and hungry for some groping and caressing of Mrs Robinson's sexy body.

Here I am finally, back at the Robinson's on the couch. Same house, Alex playing his switch as usual, Hank sitting next to me. There's a football game on TV and about six in the evening. I played some games with Alex earlier and we talked for a bit about his big "love-affair", but what I had come for was not at home. Apparently Mrs Robinson went to visit her parents at home like five days ago after Hank was being unbearable again. No wonder Alex said he's "busy". Since then it was pretty calm here and I was really excited when Alex said his fat pair of buttocks, I cite, his "mother would be coming home later tonight". He told me it is now finally cool to come over. We discussed some approaches on women. I told him to try act cooler, but not in a "cringe" way, but so far he was unable to act it out when I told him to pretend to go down the stairs and casually greet the coat hanger which was a stand-in for Stacy. So we just sat on the couch now, I was partly fantasising about Mrs R and partly looking at the game together with Hank.

Hank was cheering for his favourite team who were playing against the Jala-peppers. It's not a very important game, but apparently the Painshifts had a winning streak for the past two weeks and Hank was now cheering and spilling popcorn whenever they scored a point. However when the Jala-peppers scored he would hit the couch seat. The two teams were now even and Hank mentioned briefly:

"Lads, you know what makes a game more interesting?"

"A good storyline and good action with well-written characters?" asked Alex.

"Dammit, kid, I'm talking about REAL games. And the answer is: betting makes it more interesting!"

"I bet the Jala-peppers are gonna win easy." I said with huge confidence just to spite Hank's overconfident demeanor.

"With their current winning streak? No way. If my boys, the Painshifts, lose, I'll take you two on a camping trip. I'll even buy you guys a big tent and gear." he said and laughed. But as the game drew closer and closer to the final minutes his dumb smirk seemed to now freeze on his face. In the last two minutes the ace player from Jala-peppers managed to dodge all enemy team members and scored a touchdown which put the commenters into a huge frenzy, complimenting on his skill and how this was "the end of the winning streak for the Painshifts" echoed from the television box.

"Well, I'll be…" Hank said and went silent.

"A deal is a deal, and the loser has to keep his end." I said as coldly as I could, but ended it with a childish laugh.

"That's right, Dad." Alex supported me in the same fashion as he also wanted to go camping.

"It can't be helped, huh." and he let out a long sigh.

"Woo, camping trip!" said Alex cheerfully and finally put down his switch.

Just then we heard a car drive up to the house. We saw Mrs R step out of it through the window. Hank just went to the kitchen to get a beer from the fridge. He seemed to not care at all that his forty-pounds-of-pure-ass wife had returned. Me and Alex however gladly ran out to welcome her.

"Alex! And Ozzy too!" Mrs R said in a cheerful voice.

Alex hugged her from the right while I leaned in from the left but slightly more from behind. I simply went ahead and copped a feel of her large ass pushing out her jeans as usual while also enjoying to hug her from the side, making sure to brush up against her slightly.

"I missed you, babe" I said in a slightly matured up tone.

"Haha, that's nice of you," she said after a slight pause and some flustering, "you haven't seen us in a while so that's to be expected. And drop the deep voice, Ozzy." she added but in a suspicious way. Her voice seemed to tell the opposite.

"You mean this voice, you delicious beauty" I said but it sounded more like "booty".

"Hihihi, stoooop" she responded with a girlish giggle. And broke free from our grasps and went back to the car trunk.

She had some groceries to carry, apparently she stopped by some stores too, but most of it was a gift from her parent's farm.

"Need a helping hand with those large assets there?" I asked and she told me it would be very welcome, so I grabbed a bag and playfully put my hand under her protruding butt and pretended to carry it.

Alex laughed hysterically and after a pause of slight confusion, Mrs R let out an honest laughter as well. After that we carried about ten bags full of food inside.

"Welcome back." Hank said coldly and cracked open a beer.

"Guess what, Mom, we're going camping! Dad promised we'd go camping!" Alex said straight away.

"That's great, sweetie! I want to come join you guys too!"

"Meh, if you want you can just go with the kids alone. I kinda feel tired. Don't worry I'll get all the stuff ready tomorrow for you." Hank said and let out another sigh. He was without a doubt pent up and this whole scenario was screaming "blue balls" for him so he tried to at least keep his current lifestyle up. Alex told me his dad would often stay for hours in his room on his tablet phone. I knew what was up.

"Sure thing, hun. Just so you know, it's that time of the month now..." Mrs R said to Hank.

I knew she was lying; it was the same way of saying things when my dad tells my mother that there is no more ice-cream in the freezer just to scoop the last bites out for himself. She also smelled like her usual Mrs R smell which was somewhat sweet with a hint of apples now. Her parents have a lot of apple trees - I learned that later from Alex.

It was getting late. Hank sat on the couch and drank another few beers, while Mrs R was getting ready to take a shower upstairs. Alex played on his switch with me in his room. I heard Mrs R enter the shower room and slowly let some water flow.

"Oof, dude. I really gotta piss. You guys got another bathroom?" I knew they didn't.

"Just go to the bathroom, man. My mum lets me go all the time while she showers. There's a curtain there, so I don't feel embarrassed either."

I sprinted out of the room. I only knocked once on the bathroom door and said "Mrs R, I am coming in, I really have to pee. Sorry!" and opened it right away. I saw the shower curtain slightly get pulled but from behind it, I could decipher Mrs R's curvaceous outline with her butt and tits in profile.

"Sorry, Alex said it was fine to come in." I said and pulled down my pants. For the sake of it I really did pee a bit, but the shower sound covered it up anyway.

"Sure thing, Ozzy. Go ahead, no worries!" she said sounding almost happy. "For a second I thought Hank needed to pee or something, haha."

I kept looking at her profile shadow. A melon was dangling out in front of her upper half and another one was dangling out below. Having seen her in bed a few times with loose clothes and standing with clothes on sure was different from this. Her breasts seemed way larger than usual and her lower half just grew bigger as I saw her shadow move from profile to the back. A nice pair of wide hips was outlined on the curtain. Without me realising my penis had already stiffened in my hands. I looked around a little more and finally saw some panties lying around. There was none of that "tampon-stuff" in sight, so she really was lying.

"Uh-oh, Mrs Robinson. I'm sorry, but I think I might have a bigger problem in my hands right now. It's getting pretty hard." I said.

Chapter 2: The camping trip beginsSummary:

The camping trip is in full throttle.

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"Hard? Your stomach acting funny, hun? Go ahead, I'm still washing my hair."
"Yes, very stiff. But I will take care of it now."

I sat down on the toilet loudly. While her shadow's arms were now grabbing a shampoo bottle and she had started to rub her head, I stood up quietly with my erection leading the way. I slightly moved the curtain to the side and finally caught a good view of her back. I was squatting down to not be too obvious about it. Her large ass was covered in foam and water kept trickling down her sides. It looked somewhat shiny and it seemed bigger than usual. As she kept massaging her head, her large ass's excess kept jiggling around wildly. Each fingering on her scalp made her butt wiggle in little ripples. She sometimes switched legs which she was standing on too, further changing the large butt's shape. And I saw a little glimpse of heaven as her ass-cheeks spread apart and her butthole was visible for an instant, together with some of her pussy. There was no piece of fabric bothering me this time. It looked kinda pristine to me, although simple. A bit of wrinkled skin in a circular shape, but it was pinkish and almost spotless, except for a few fair bits of pubic hair. She was still just washing away at her hair which got more and more foamy with her eyes closed.

"Ouch, I got some into my eye." she said and kept her face close to the shower head to splash it out.
"Keep your eyes closed and your mouth open, kitten." I said with my deeper voice gain. Luckily Mrs R didn't notice where the voice was coming from and she just kept squirming around while trying to wash out her eyes, which made her whole body jiggle its excess. Her ass kept bouncing in all directions before she finally calmed down and started washing away the shampoo completely. Just then I was also finished and already back on my toilet seat. I pulled a lot of paper and made sure to flush it all down while I proudly announced:

"Whew, that felt good. I'm totally relieved now. Thanks, Mrs R!"
"Sure thing, sweetie." she said casually.
While I was washing my hands I took in the last few chances I had to look at her nice body's shadow on the curtain. The whole room was hot and humid now. I really didn't want to leave, but Mrs R seemed to be finishing her shower too. I returned to Alex's room and we both slept well until the next morning.

II
I slept like a log without any dreams, but my usual morning wood stood tall when I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs. Mrs R made the usual breakfast and we went down to eat before the big trip.
"I'd love your eggs to be fertilised, Mrs Robinson." I said when she put the dish in front of me.

"We only got these, sweetie, but they're bio! From our own farm back at home." responded Mrs R without hearing the double meaning.

Hank, however, looked up from his newspaper at me in an odd way.

"Look here, champs, yesterday's game is in the papers. Apparently the Painshifts had a bad case of over-training which led them to lose yesterday. Wouldn't have happened if they weren't giving it 120%. See?" Hank showed me and Alex the paper.
"What's done is done, Mr R. I bet they'll do better overall in the season." I said without giving it a second thought. I already had what I wanted. We went back to Alex's room. I packed my phone and charger away and got a few spare tees and swimming trunks from Alex. Since I didn't really prepare for this, this was all I needed. Mrs R promised us food would be ready and Hank had gone to buy some equipment we were missing, like tents. While everyone was preparing things, I made sure to do my part as well, but I was soon enough done with it and played some games with Alex. Mrs R was hurrying up and down in the kitchen, while this sight wasn't too bad on its own, she was too busy prepping things for me to have a good opportunity to make myself noticed. It was early afternoon when Hank returned:

"They only had one tent left, but it's "family size" so it should be fine. Here's some first aid stuff and other garbage they made me buy, but at least they gave me a discount." he said as he pointed at a box ready for being loaded into the car trunk.
"Thanks honey. Be sure to behave nicely while we're gone."

"Yeah, you take care too." he told his wife, but hurriedly went inside without even helping out or waiting for us to leave. I took this chance and helped Mrs R pack our stuff into the car. It was just then when I noticed that she was wearing really short shorts, her butt was bulging out on the bottom and the clothes seemed to tear each time she squatted down to grab something. Casually I pulled out my phone and took a few pictures when we both were squatting down to grab something making sure the angle perfectly gets her best parts. After packing a small box away, I checked: her enormous ass is in full spread on the horizontal picture, a cameltoe is formed nicely while her legs spread out to the front. Pretty much the whole picture is just her ass, only some parts of the car are visible.

"Mr Robinson really could've helped us out there, but I'm glad I got you two strong boys!" Mrs R said proudly.
"No problemo" and I gave her a light spank on her butt again. She just laughed.

"You two kids can get into the car, I'll wrap this up and we can leave right away." she said. In the car, much like the jock I am, I took the passenger seat up front. Alex was fine with it, because he said he needed the space for a good gaming experience. His bag was really big, he took almost all of his games with him and his charging devices and power banks. While I sat in the car and still had access to the Robinsons' Wi-Fi connection, I quickly loaded up Y-videos. I quickly made an account with one of my throwaway email addresses and named my user channel "MILFconqueror-O". Previous combinations without the "O" were already taken… The profile picture was her large butt in shorts which I had just cropped a little to fit. I quickly wrote down the account bio too. Just when I was finished Mrs R opened the car door and sat down with her large butt on the seat which actually managed to fit it quite well, but some of the flab was still visible on the sides. I also noticed that her panties were slightly poking out of her short shorts on top.

"Well then, let's get going!" she said cheerfully and she fastened her seatbelt which got tucked between her two breasts. They looked once again a lot bigger and I wondered what else could be squished between those two melons. As she slightly positioned herself her breasts seemed to live a life of their own. The car engine also made them jiggle slightly below her tee, but it was evident she was wearing some bra."

After we've been driving for a good five minutes we slowly left the inhabited areas and Alex and Mrs R stopped their small talk and Alex focused on his games again. I kept glancing over at Mrs R until I finally told her:
"You're looking real good again today, Mrs R, your butt is really charming in those shorts and that crop top really emphasises just how young and sexy you are still."

"Thank you, Ozzy. That's nice of you." she said but was a bit hesitant at first; however she pretended to concentrate on the empty road.

"Did you bring your bathing suit too? Alex mentioned something about a lake and gave me a pair of his swimming trunks." I asked a bit mischievously.
"Oh yes. I had to buy a new one because when I tried the old one on we found, it was barely safe for public, haha."
I smiled knowing full well that I swapped that new swimsuit with the one we found in the attic, while she was busy prepping food.

"I bet you're looking forward to this trip too. But are you also happy that you are getting away from Mr Robinson for a bit longer?"

"Hah, yeah that old fart needs a longer pause from me, but the missus needs it even more. He's so annoying lately." Mrs R said in an honest, but slightly annoyed tone.

"Oh, I don't blame Mr R. I'd probably do the same things with you around, but in a more caring, passionate way."
"Oh really, mister Oz? And just how would you do that?" Mrs R asked jokingly because she heard words which surprised her.

I didn't say anything and just confidently reached my hand out to her back and started caressing the back of her neck, slowly massaging it, going a bit lower to her back. She was surprised at first, but she then showed signs of liking it. There was some tenseness in her neck and back too, so I tried playing on that part for a bit to ease her up.

"You're awful tensed up, Mrs R. See?" and I kept on caressing and massaging.
"Oh man, that's the spot!" she said and she shivered slightly.

I then started moving lower and lower until I finally reached her lower back and then found a bit of her panty string which I pulled up right away and circled it for a bit before releasing it back and then playing with whatever piece of butt I could find. Her butt seemingly reacted to each of my strokes as she tried to position herself a bit closer to the seat at first, but then actually loosening and readjusting her large ass farther away from it, giving me more playroom. I reached around the buttocks, caressed them and poked slightly at her crack. She seemed to be getting a bit red and acted a bit ticklish, but seemed to enjoy it for some reason.

"There's too much tenseness down here too, Mrs R. Feel all that? I bet Mr R doesn't care for you like this. I'd be doing this with you every night. You deserve to be massaged and cared for, and all this tense, big mass down here deserves stroking and clapping." I said confidently. I saw Mrs R turn bright red and then pretend to concentrate on the imaginary traffic in her head again before responding:
"Where did you learn to use such language, young man?"
"Don't worry, Mrs R, I will show you all the things I know soon enough!" I said playfully.
"Oh really?" she chuckled "well, go ahead then, little mister seducer."
"Finally!" Alex exclaimed. We both got a bit surprised in the front.

Alex was still glued to his screen when I checked in the mirror after removing my hands. He had earphones in and was probably playing Breath of the Wild because he was really caught up in it and seemed to be thinking hard even after he managed to solve something in-game.

About thirty minutes later we finally arrived at our camping spot. Despite the good weather and all there were barely any other people around. The only family was about 30 meters from the spot we had parked down to set up our equipment. We helped Mrs R unload a bunch of stuff, then we decided to eat right away. She prepared sandwiches and other easy to eat food; we also had some soup in cups. Her cooking's really great, but because of the occasion it tasted even better.

"Delicious, Mom. This stuff is G.O.A.T" Alex said after taking a second bite from one of the tuna sandwiches.
"That's a tuna, not a goat, sweetie." said Mrs R puzzled, Alex went silent because he kept taking bites constantly.
"Alex means "greatest of all time", it's like a short form for that, Mrs R. And this food's really that" I explained.
"Oh, so it's a watchu call it. An acrobat? Not quite… An acronym!" she said with some pride as she finally found the word she was looking for.

"Yeah. Other examples would be stuff like MILF and PAWG." I said coolly.
"Press at wild guns? And what's a milf?" she asked while taking a sip from a canned soda.
"They're both befitting you Mrs R. It means "Mother I'd like to fuck" and "phat ass white girl." I explained further.
Mrs R spat out some of her soda and looked at me with a bright red face again.

"So that's the sort of language youngsters these days use, huh. Back in my day the F word was enough for us, haha. And what's with the "ph" spelling in fat?" she laughed heartily.

"Yeah mum, we also got FUBAR, TBH, SMH and some game lingo like GG, GOTY." Alex said as if we were both teachers lecturing someone inexperienced.

Mrs R just looked at us with wide eyes as we explained all sorts of acronyms to her and how they are used while we all finished eating our portions. After that we decided to set up our tent and place down our sleeping bags and such. Until our tent, campfire, bags and other stuff were laid out we built up some sweat. We agreed quickly on going for a swim at the nearby lake. Me and Alex got changed in the car while Mrs R took the tent. After we were done and slightly pulled on the tent and said we're ready, but the zipper was pulled from above and stopped briefly afterwards with just Mrs R's head poking out:
"Boys, we have a slight problem, I brought the wrong swimsuit …" I smiled on the inside when I heard her say that in such an innocent manner.

"Oh come on, mom. Don't be such a party pooper, let's just go swimming already." Alex said impatiently.
"But…"
"Yeah, Mrs R, you look good in everything and there's like five other people at most in the vicinity of a hundred meters. Let's just go." I said in response to her unwillingness.

Chapter 3: The queen's new clothesSummary:

The camping fun continues and Mrs R appears to have packed the wrong swimsuit.
Will she still be able to fit into it, or will the boys have to help her with it?

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After a bit more of convincing she finally pulled the zipper of the tent door all the way down and she left it head first. As she left the tent, halfway squatting, it almost looked like she was naked.

"Jesus mom, that's a no-swimsuit style you got there…" Alex said, but as his mother stood up, he finally saw the thin slings of fabric which covered just about enough to be able to go out in public. "Oh, there you go." Alex added.

Mrs R took her hands and put them in front of her massive breasts and crotch, but it barely helped to cover anything. The bikini top, if it can be called one, had in the past been something which may have covered up a larger portion of her breasts, but as she was now, it only covered enough so her areola wouldn't show. Her breasts were pretty much just pressed together by two slings of fabric which had little triangles on them. For support there were two slings going around the back of her neck as well, but it didn't seem like it mattered. One slip and it's all spilling out, I thought. As for the bottom piece, from the way she faced us, there was another sling of thin white fabric going around her waist and then another triangle by her crotch. A bit of pubic hair was poking out on the sides, but to my surprise Mrs R did actually keep some maintenance down there.

"This is embarrassing… I'll just let you two swim, I'll be fine." she said and turned around, finally exposing her butt. There was just a thin bit of cloth sandwiched between her large buttocks – one could tell if one noticed the sling going down by her crack and then connecting to the triangle on the bottom. Her butt looked greater than ever. The thin line of no-clothing and just-barely-any-clothing was incredibly appetising. She also had a ponytail again and the whole body just screamed sex. All her best assets were in full view, but mostly her round butt had the bit of freedom it hadn't enjoyed since she got married, probably. I confidently walked up to her before she could enter the tent as she was just about to squat down and gave her a light slap on the butt which nevertheless made it jiggle. It felt different somehow, the usually soft fat was now somehow tightened up. I wondered if it was the embarrassment or the fresh air around the skin.

"Don't you worry about a thing, Mrs R. Back in Miami everyone was wearing these swimsuits. It's fashionable again. You look great! And your ass is just mhm." I said and turned my head slightly and showed an okay sign with my hand still on her butt.

"I guess… Once we're in the water nobody will see anyway. And I really want to cool off." she finally agreed.

I could use cooling off as well, I thought while my eyes were glued to her butt. As we walked to the lake, I kept lagging behind while pretending to be on my phone. In reality I was recording Mrs Robinson's large ass as it jiggled and bounced from right to left with each of her steps. Alex was far away enough not to be on the video. I could see slight glimpses of the white fabric just barely cover a butthole which was nicely visible when I zoomed in. Each step made each buttock jiggle separately. It was a hypnotising rhythm of a butt flexing and loosening while allowing slight glimpses at some other delicious spots which were seemingly begging for a good dicking. There was a young, but experienced step in her feet which allowed her ass to jiggle perfectly to attract mates. It was really "carnal" as one of our teachers would have put it who taught us a bit of everything including religion. We shortly arrived at the lake and I left my phone on a bench while it uploaded the video titled "Hot PAWG MILF teases with skimpy swimsuit and tight butthole".

Mrs R didn't hesitate and started slowly walking into the lake just as we arrived. She was really conscious about her attire. I watched the large ass get engulfed by water and then disappear, but as I was close behind her I now saw the water reflect her butt and it seemed to be at least twice the size for a few seconds, then it dove in deep and got smaller. She turned around and shook her whole body to get used to the water temperature, a few splashes of water followed on her body which were raised above her first by her cupped hands. I watched as her nipples got harder and were poking out beneath the fabric. A moment later she was in the water:

"Brrr, whoo, now that's refreshing, come on in boys!" she said in a loud voice trying to encourage Alex who was now hesitant about coming into the water. "It's not deep at all!" she added.

"Yeah your mum's buttcrack is much deeper than this!" I said trying to encourage Alex too.

"Hey!" said Mrs R and playfully hit me on the shoulder. She then decided to swim a few warm-up laps by swimming in about fifty meters. I naturally followed her. She wasn't a very fast swimmer, so I could keep up with her and followed from behind. Her butt was floating on top of the water as she did a breast stroke. Whenever she spread her legs, I could see a bit of her vulva too. But just when I was about to gaze and feast more on this sight, she turned around and I swam against her. I crashed against her profile basically. I used this opportunity to rub my hands against her butt while I kept myself afloat with my legs. As she did the same I felt the butt flex and loosen in my hands. It was more alive than ever.

"Sorry, Ozzy, but you can swim safely again now." and she turned completely and started swimming towards the lakeshore. As I was still pretty close to her I extended my arm and slightly pulled on her bikini top. Despite the skimpiness the swimsuit was hanging on tight, it was actually held up by the insane amounts of soft flesh, which despite jiggling were not allowing the fabric to slide up or down. When we were close to the shore and she was about to land her feet on the ground, I extended my hands again to slightly pull on the bottoms as well.

"Whewie, that felt good. Well, you ready to swim now, Alex?" she said but only saw how Alex looked at her baffled and uttered:

"Gee, mum, cover yourself."

By now she was out of the water up to her thighs. Above that only bare skin was visible with the thin fabric barely hanging on to her hip flabs, leaving her pussy bush uncovered up front and her whole butt bare for me to see. They usually say "strike the iron while it's hot" so I went ahead with the flow of things and helped poor Mrs R by quickly covering her privates with my hands, despite nobody being around, except me and Alex.

"Oh no, watch out, Mrs R!" I yelled and put one of my hand on her right breast from behind while covering her large buttcrack with my other hand, slightly pushing it in. I felt her butt tense up as my hand entered the split between her two buns and soon felt a little twitching wrinkly piece of skin angrily greet my fingers. My other hand touched her bare tit and hard nipple, as I moved in, I circled my hand a bit to get a better handle on the goods. I was really close to her because of my shorter reach and my chubbed up penis was touching the thigh area below her butt.

"Quick, tie the strings together." I said, but as I created such a slightly panic induced scene Mrs R kept fidgeting around and couldn't grab either end of the strings. She didn't even know which part to tie together first. She ended up wiggling around and I used this to further rub myself on her, while my trunks slightly dropped lower. I also massaged her breast now, pretending to be adjusting myself to her changing body positions and her butt which had loosened up and allowed me to grab the whole left half. As I was behind her now, I kept groping her while my erection grew between her thighs. She was still fidgety and she kept rubbing me while my borrowed trunks now finally let my wiener slip out a little to touch some skin. I felt her thigh squish my penis slightly together and it rubbed up against the bottom half of her bum. Unfortunately, Mrs R regained her composure and was already tying up her bikini top which was dangling just from her neck until now, sandwiched in her cleavage. She then fastened the loose bottom part too, while I maintained my position.

"Alright. All good now. Thanks for the quick help Ozzy!" she said but was still blushing despite the cold water. "You can remove your hand-covers now…" she added blushing even brighter.

"Sure thing Mrs R, no problem" I said and gave her nipple a slight pinch and slapped her butt again. "Make sure to stay covered until I get my ride with you." I added.

"Oh, don't worry, we won't have to go back to the car yet." she responded, completely missing my intention. Alex was just looking at us from far away and now finally had the courage to get into the water. We swam for a good hour until we saw that it was getting a bit dark. I picked up my phone and lagged behind them in the same pace as earlier. I checked my profile on the adult website. I had gained over a thousand followers and about ten times the views. I was slightly taken aback, but glad that I had this much "support".

Once we returned we got dressed again and lit a small campfire where we started roasting some sausages and Mrs R prepped some eggs in a small pan.

"I'd be makin' you bacon every morning, babe." I said in my deeper voice again to Mrs R.

"I got some of those too, Ozzy. Here let me put some on the pan." she said without realising my intentions, so I continued:

"I'd be stuffin' the muffin after lunch too."

Mrs R looked at me puzzled, but soon said:

"I got no muffins but I sure did bring marshmallows and the stuff needed for smores." and grabbed two bags of marshmallows and graham crackers and a chocolate bar.

"But I sure would be waxing that ass every night." I kept pressing onwards.

"Oh really, mister? I'd like to see you try and she put two eggs and a sausage on my plate aligned in an odd shape. I looked up from my plate and she winked at me. Score.

We ate our fill and then prepared our tent, sleeping bags, put up the mosquito net and lit a few of those incense sticks so we wouldn't be "eaten alive overnight" as Alex put it. A few hours passed while we played cards and talked about various stuff and we were finally sleepy. It was Alex and Mrs R being sleepy to be precise. I was getting really excited as we just lay there in boxers and even Mrs R felt the temperature to be so uncomfortable that she had to remove her bra under her t-shirt and was now lying down in just her panties and white t-shirt. Alex played a good twenty minutes on his switch, while Mrs R was already dozing off into dreamland until finally he shut the gaming console off and was sleeping like a log in five more minutes. To be honest I was somewhat tired as well. A camping trip in nature, all the sights today of Mrs R's butt, swimming, taking photos and videos… A few more minutes had passed until I let today's events roll before my eyes and I popped an erection under my boxers.

Chapter 4: Hank's eveningSummary:

Careful hunks, the POV changes to Hank here and the cuckoldry gets more intense.

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While the car was still rumbling in the front Hank had gone to the backyard. He called over two of his buddies to discuss the last football game where his favourite team had lost by a close call. They cracked open a few beers and Hank even bought a few pre-prepared sausages and other meat to grill. By the time his guests arrived the car had been gone for a good twenty minutes. After some sports discussions the talks focused on relationships with the wife. Hank had given a few sour comments about his bed-life being unbearably boring and then switched the topic back to sports and "this heatwave keeping him up all night". It was getting really late when his buddies left, saying they'd have to go unless they wanted to hear their missus nag. Hank with a beer in hand moved to his bed now and pulled out his tablet from the night desk.

He rather quickly loaded the Y-videos website and started typing the following terms: anal, big ass, MILF and let himself be led by the algorithm. Nothing caught his attention until he finally saw a recently uploaded video titled: "Hot PAWG MILF teases with skimpy swimsuit and tight butthole" the thumbnail with the large butt and slightly poking out butthole behind the thin piece of white fabric was intriguing and he clicked on it right away. The ass he saw was a lot to his liking. He checked the user who uploaded it: "MILFconqueror-O" and straight away clicked on the user profile to see more of that great ass. All he saw was a brief description reading: "Young Hispanic man on a Quest to fuck his best friend's hot PAWG mom and Cuck her husband. Follow my adventures to finally fuck her and Pop her Anal cherry."

"Quest and adventures" Hank muttered to himself and laughed slightly at the idea of how much these channels tried to introduce a sense of reality to staged porn videos. He also found the way some of the nouns were capitalised funny. Nonetheless he wanted to see more of the large ass he had caught a glimpse of and clicked back on the only video he saw this channel had. When the page finally loaded and he was ready to go, he saw in the related feed that there was a new video, uploaded just a minute ago. He clicked on it quite quickly as he saw a thumbnail with the same thick ass in a darker lit environment called:

"Thick MILF teases with uncovered BIG ASS while I try to sleep"

The video started out by seeing a large round shadow cast ass before a small lantern was placed nearby to make for better lighting. A huge round butt was now visible, but the panties were still on. A hand moved in from behind the camera to pull on it downwards, but it was barely a nudge. Right away groping, pulling on the ass followed and the panties were pulled between the enormous buttcrack so they would show a clear outline of the pussy. A finger reached out to poke at the spot where the butthole was. The ass shook slightly as a response to each poke. The camera now shook a little and two large breasts on top of each other were seen which laid, covered by a white t-shirt. Hank watched and for a second thought he had seen that white t-shirt somewhere, but these no-name cheap brands all looked the same he thought.

The hand moved in from behind the camera again and squished at the two breasts, it got swallowed between them and then finally started pulling on the cloth from beneath to make two splendid tits plop out and fall back to the ground. These two balloons were massaged right away until both nipples turned rock-hard and were pinched and pulled on until a slight moan was heard, but the breathing remained unchanged. The hand pulled back slightly and the camera shook again. The video now showed a covered face with just the mouth and nose being uncovered from beneath an odd thin, but not see-through fabric. The hand appeared again and started fingering the large, luscious lips.

It fingered until the mouth was slightly agape and allowed the finger to come in and get sucked, or at least that's what it looked like. Hank was a bit bored, but nevertheless watched on and kept going because the video seemed very real and somewhat familiar. From behind the camera a penis appeared and was moved to the cheeks of the chubby woman. It looked as if her mouth had moved towards it and was opened on her own, but it was more or less the trickery of the camera and the cameraman who was now getting his penis wet inside those large, soft looking lips.

The movements were slow and deliberate, circles were made so that the glans would push and spread the lips, making some of the drool and precum drip out to the corners of the mouth. The camera changed yet again and now the breasts came into view from the side. These got massaged and toyed with while the penis was still rubbing around her lips. A nipple pinch here to and then which immediately made the lips squish the penis head briefly. Slowly the camera withdrew again and showed only her breasts where the same tool had come to play again, marking the breasts and nipples with its precum and drool as it rubbed up against various soft spots. The breasts seemingly engulfed the penis and responded nicely to the shape of it by properly rubbing back at it. A few quicker thrusts between and into the breasts were made before slowing down and the camera shaking again. Finally the large butt was in sight again. The panties were now pulled all the way down to the knees and finally bare skin was visible. The ass got pushed from the bottom until one of them fell down back to the ground, then only one cheek and a cute, pinkish butthole with a bit of the pussy was showing. The large ass was still visible all around, taking up most of the screen – Hank had to move the tablet a bit farther to take in all its glory.

The hand now massaged the butt from all sides and poked around the butthole a lot with some leftover drool. The ass jiggled and shivered from time to time in response to the stimulus it received, then the previous hero had appeared again. It started rubbing itself on the large buttock at first, the way it was received by the soft flesh looked like it was placed on a large sponge. Then it started pressing the two large cheeks to get pretty much swallowed up by the butt-crack. A series of thrusts followed while the hand moved in from time to time to show how the glans was brushing up against the anus and getting hugged by all the ass-meat surrounding it.

Brief wet noises could be heard as the glans hit against the anus and rubbed itself between the ass-cheeks. Whenever the hand spread one of the ass-cheeks it was visible that the anus gently kissed the penis head with each thrust until the movements got a lot faster and finally a lot of white seed drenched the hole and a lot of the buttcrack. After that it was pulled back and was rubbed up against the buttcheek where it left another huge amount of droplets. The video ended here.

Hank replayed that last part where the butthole and butt got glazed in cum a few times over. He felt an urge to do that to his wife once she got home, but knowing her she wouldn't even allow that much and anal was out of question for him… He refreshed the page and read a few comments after he calmed himself:
"No anal? C'mon we want anal!1" Hank thought the same and read on "Doesn't this actor seem kinda young lolololol" but a reply right away stated "Look at the size of those cheeks man, I bet that guy's pretty big, but everything pales once you put it into perspective." another reply followed "you mean put it into ASSpective" and Hank laughed out loud. He was soon too sleepy and too woozy to stay awake so he fell asleep after putting his tablet on the nightstand.

Chapter 5: Back to the campers - Ants in PantsSummary:

Oz, Alex and Mrs R tread along the 'medium' difficulty hiking path.
Once they are too tired to move on they take a quick break, but ants get in the way... or do they? Oz turns the situation into his favor and gets closer to Mrs R.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter fornotes.)

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Oz woke up completely refreshed even though a lot earlier than Mrs R and Alex. He spent the few extra minutes just looking at Mrs R's huge ass which was facing him. They slept with Mrs Robinson being in the middle and this allowed Oz to see either her large ass, sometimes pulling down her panties to take a look and cop a few more feels whenever he woke up and was still half-asleep, or her large breasts which were quickly fondled and motorboated. As her panties were slightly off of her large butt and helped to create an illusion, making her enormous butt even bigger, Oz took a few photos and promptly uploaded them. The panties were just below her butt, slightly pushing them up, while her butthole and vagina allowed for only the smallest glimpse. The photo was quickly named as "Early morning teasing" and just as Oz finished, both Alex and Mrs R were beginning to wake up.

Mrs R still only had panties and a shirt on and Alex seemed embarrassed so he didn't look at her. Her tee was slightly pulled up and showed all of her uncovered panties and big. As she was about to stand up she realised that her panties were rolled up below her butt and she quickly fixed the issue with her fingers slightly tucking below her buttocks and then, while pulling the cloth, sliding along her large ass and then unhooking the panties. Her butt jiggled twice before she finally said:

"Good morning, boys! Slept like a log yesterday night! This fresh air really does good to people." and she looked at both of them, taking turns.

"Best about it is waking up next to such a beaut." Oz added with genuine affection.

"Oh you're charming right from the morning, mister seducer! We got some sandwiches left from yesterday. Anyone have any plans for today?" she asked right away.

"Plowing that ass" Oz said without allowing for a pause of thinking.

"I wouldn't mind playing games." Alex said a split second later.

"But we're all the way out here in nature, you can't be gaming all the time, sweetie." Mrs R said, pretending not to hear Oz. "We should go on a hike! I think there are various trails around here. Some are really long, but I think the medium one should do us good."

Mrs R pulled up her short shorts making all of her excess jiggle again in a seductive way. The tent didn't have too much space for changing clothes when standing up, but Mrs R nevertheless tried. She was slightly jumping on her knees once she had managed to pull the shorts to her thighs. Her large ass was spilling out above the fabric and it slowly slid into the cloth as she kept on bouncing. Her breasts moved up and down freely throughout the whole process. As her nipples brushed up against her t-shirt, a few movements later her nipples were rock hard and poking out from below the fabric. Once the shorts were in place and the large ass was accommodated, she grabbed her bra which was near her and slid it below her tee. It was beyond Ozzy and Alex why she had not just sent them out of the tent and fastened her bra that way. But she decided to do it this way: she pulled in one of her arms inside her tee – for a moment her breasts and hard nipple were visible from the right angle – and she pushed it out again but with the bra strap now on her shoulder in place. She repeated this with her other arm as well, but with more force and her shirt rolled up until her breasts dangled out for a second before she recovered from this mistake. Both Alex and Oz just stood there looking with their shirts in hand, learning from the master. Mrs R was now dressed properly, but Alex said:

"Mum, your head's a mess."

"Bedhead's always been sexy. This is just part of being a fashionista." Oz said in a cool voice.

Mrs R quickly pulled out a comb from her bag and handed it to Alex. Alex shook his head violently. She then reached it to Oz. Oz didn't have to collect too much courage and accepted the challenge right away. He pulled on some of her hair slightly with his hands, driving his fingers into her scalp, slightly massaging it. Unwillingly Mrs R moaned slightly because of this.

"Does it hurt?"

"No, no, no. All fine, you're doing good so far!" she replied.

A few combings later Mrs R's hair was straightened out and Oz had already prepped her hair band in his other hand and was now ready to pull her hair with a bit more force into position. He decided to go for a high ponytail, instead of her usual low one. The thick, concentrated hair was swaying left and right as Mrs R was confused at first as to where it went.

"Oh, I haven't had my hair like this in ages. Thank you, Ozzy!" she said cheerfully.

Her nape, free of hair, still slightly red from the night, seemed seductive for some reason. It felt like the beginning of a journey which went all the way down to her best parts. Oz could draw a line all the way down to her large buttocks and for a split second started undressing her with his eyes.

Once everyone was dressed and ready for the morning they decided on going for the hike today just as Mrs R suggested. But just the medium route, because the long one, roughly spanning ten miles, sounded way out of their league. Alex, Oz and his mother then ate most of the remaining sandwiches and gathered their electronics to charge them with the car's charger or the power banks Alex had brought. Once their electronics were charged they set out towards the hiking route's beginning. The sign mentioned to follow the yellow markings to remain on track of the medium path, roughly spanning five and a half miles. Looking at the map they realised that it led around the lake they went to yesterday.

"Oh look it's around the lake we went to yesterday." Alex said spontaneously.

"Looks like it, wonder if Mrs R remembers the lake…" Oz said and Mrs R immediately went red upon remembering her wardrobe malfunction from yesterday. She gently tapped Oz's right shoulder, making it look like a left jab. They laughed. The trail spread out into the greenery surrounding the lake and at a point there was a slight uphill towards the mountains. The season warnings did not mention any dangers. No bears, no large mammals which might be dangerous because they are protecting their young. It seemed squirrels and a few rabbits or an eagle from above would be their biggest worries. Alex was a bit scared that he'd get exhausted midway through the path.

"Don't worry, man. Let's just take things nice and slow. No need to rush, we just gotta be persistent and go with the flow." Oz said constantly looking towards Alex's mother, making her ponder where he was picking up all these things from beyond his age.

"Ooh, I see. So this is training too." Alex said as if understanding that this too was preparation or training for Stacy. Maybe if she knew how much he walked and how fit he is, she would like him more, he began to imagine. Oz just nodded at him.

At first Oz let them walk in front of him so he could take a few new pictures of the butt. Then and now, her panties would slide up and a blue string would be visible. Oz made sure to look out for other openings as well.

"Oh, Mrs R, your shoe laces have come undone." he would say casually. She would thank him for "saving her" and instead of squatting down she would bend over to reach her laces and start tying them. Her large butt seemingly stretched out the fabric and her rear is presented in the most delicious fashion. Oz takes this chance to take pictures and then sneak up on her and poking her large buttocks by pressing his finger under the shorts, near enough to grab some of her butt but also near enough to her pussy so she would then go bright red after a small shriek.

Another opportunity which would sometimes present itself was Mrs Robinson reaching up at some odd shaped forest fruit or a twig that had a few flowers on it. In these cases her tee's arm holes allowed for a sneak peek at her bra and her large breasts – this was also quickly turned into a few photos.

The first mile was easy enough, but right after Mrs R started to pant heavily. Oz and Alex watched as she got near a bush and a smaller tree to lean against it. The bush was just high enough to brush up against her shorts. The sun's hot rays reached them even through the thick leaves above and each of them felt the humid air slightly worsen their sweating. Mrs R seemed to be affected most; her t-shirt was soaked near her armpits, neck and below her large breasts. As she continued to lean up against the tree, she slightly lowered herself and let out a loud "Youch!"

Oz and Alex looked her way and it was Oz who realised what the bush was:

"Watch out, Mrs R, that's a firethorn. But it looks like it's still growing. There are already some berries on it too."

"It may still be growing but it stings mighty proper. I think it penetrated my shorts."

"Hold on, let me penetrate your shorts for you too." Oz added playfully and came closer to Mrs R to inspect the damage. Mrs R obediently moved her butt towards Oz's face and said "Is it very bad?"

Oz now had the freedom he desired. Sure, here and there a few leaves, a broken thorn was visible and a red stain which upon closer inspection was just a few berries leaving their mark on the thieving butt. Oz took a butt-cheek into each of his hands. He gently fondled them in circles. The shorts were covering them, but the softness was still dominant, he began to squeeze down on them. Mrs R let out a slight whimper. Oz squeezed harder, but she didn't dare to moan or whimper harder. Her buttocks seemingly melted at each touch, his hands could barely fit it all, but he continued caressing.

After a thorough massage, Oz noticed that one of the stains was near her butthole and said: "I think I found something." and began to poke at her butthole which was behind two layers of fabric. He began to push forcefully until he finally felt the wrinkly skin react by squeezing his finger from inside. "There's a large hole here, Mrs R. I think the thorns left some permanent damage. It's sort of appealing though."

Mrs R was shocked at first, but she slowly began to laugh: "But Ozzy, that hole has been there since I was born! It's part of my butt, it's a butt-hole!" and as she said this Alex started to laugh too. He had been somewhat scared until now because he only saw the red on her shorts.

"What's the red stain?" he asked just to be reassured.

"Hmmm…" Ozzy pondered loudly and Mrs R was scared once again. Oz now moved his head closer to the butt and slightly touched it with his nose. He began to sniff on it which caused her to become bright red from embarrassment; however she was still scared there might be something serious as she felt a slight sting on her bum. Oz in the meantime took deep whiffs of the musky, sweaty odour this large piece of carnal flesh produced. He also took the liberty to squeeze her cheeks together and take another whiff as if this would change the aroma. Sure enough, there was a slightly sweet fragrance coming from the stain… Oz considered licking it, but he wanted to rather lick just the bare skin if possible, so he concluded while still grabbing on to her buttocks:

"It's just the berry juice leaving a red stain."

Mrs R and Alex were relieved and Oz had his fill for now. A last look assured Oz that all leaves and thorns were brushed off. While they continued their way on the medium length path they saw a couple at a slight distance ahead of them. The two of them would from time to time slow down a little and kiss each other quite passionately. Alex and Oz took it somewhat casually, but Mrs R seemed to freeze still each time this happened. After about two miles of walking they decided to rest again.

They took their break on a tree stump this time. Oz and Alex were fit and ready to go after about five minutes of rest, but Mrs R who had built up a bigger sweat needed more time on the stump. They brought some water and juice with them, but Mrs R had already drunk her portion.

"I'm so thirsty." she said as she sat on the stump with her arms resting behind her on it.

"Here, you can have some of mine. I don't mind." said Oz casually while reaching his bottle towards her. He took a few sips from it earlier, but there was still a lot in it.

"Really? Sure you don't mind?" she asked to which Oz just pressed the bottle against her hand. She took three large gulps from it and made a loud "ahhh" sound. "Thanks a lot, sweetie. That helps a lot." and she returned the bottle. Oz drank a few gulps from the bottle right away as well, even though he wasn't that thirsty.

Alex was telling Oz about how he had this large boss in Zelda coming up. He knew about it from one of his favorite youtubers who complained about how hard it is to beat and it took him almost two hours on a blind play-through. Oz listened carefully, but was thinking about Mrs R's large butt and how vulnerable it was when she got stung by the bush. He noticed her fidgeting a little as she was seated.

"What's wrong, Mrs R?" he asked politely.

"N-nothing, but it almost feels like I got ants in my pants. I think I've been sitting for too long and my sitting-muscles went numb. ha-" she wanted to laugh playfully, but it ended with an "ah!" and she jumped up from her tree-stump. Oz rushed to her aid to see what was going on again. He noticed small black dots running along her thighs and going even below her shorts.

"Looks like you've been near an ant nest, Mrs R."

"Yikes." said Alex.

"Yikes my ass," said Mrs R angrily "help me out here!"

Oz immediately rushed in with both his hands leading the way. A loud slap was heard before he was even close to the large butted woman. The large bottom jiggled violently, its shaking visibly shook off the little moving black dots. Oz raised his other hand and dealt another finishing blow to the other butt-cheek. He was less concerned about the ants, than the act itself and slapped more at the shorts which were yet covering the large white butt. Another jiggle with more of the little ants falling off of her thighs where the hit had landed resonated. Mrs R let out another moan and just below her shorts small red fingerprints were left on her skin.

Oz didn't see any more ants, but he simply kept spanking each butt-cheek at times separately, sometimes with both hands at the same time. His spanks and the moans of the woman were getting rhythmical and her shorts seemed to roll up after each strike as the large white flesh spilled out more and more below the fabric. Slowly her shorts were swallowed by her butt-crack and only two large moons were visible which were now covered in red hand-marks. These marks however had already fused together and simply left their off-coloring to form spots. Mrs R looked like a Leopard, but instead of the black dots, hers were bright red. Oz slapped one more time, pretending to squish something to pieces, while in reality he just wanted to squish the large butt which had almost fully come to view from his hand and its texture felt different somehow.

"Are they all gone now? It still feels tingly..." said Mrs R on the verge of tearing up.

"Yeap all gone... Wait, I'll show you." Oz's ingenious nature had no bounds as he said this and finished squishing her cheek; he already had a new idea. He took a photo of her butt in all its beauty as it was covered in his markings. The photo nicely captured each strike – high definition sure is a nice thing, even when zooming in, one could decipher the subtle differences each hit had made. Oz proudly showed the photo to Mrs R on his phone, making sure not to slide to any others.

"See?"

"What a relief, I thought I'll have a bright red butt from all the ant-bites."

"But, mum, your butt is bright red anyway!" said Alex stating the honest truth.

Mrs R flushed her face now, but she started laughing after realising how right he was. Oz and Alex soon joined her laughter.

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Chapter 6: Last night of the tripSummary:

Last night... or is it?

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After at least another hour of walking they finally reached the end of the path.
"Damn, I'm pooped." said Alex. He voiced everyone's opinion with that. "I also feel hungry…" and the rumbling of empty stomachs resounded from both Oz and Mrs R. Luckily enough there was a bistro style hut just at the end of the walking path and with a nice view of the lake. Mrs R ordered three hot-dogs right away. As she took the first bite with a visible appetite, which even Alex noticed, Oz said:
"I wish you'd do that for me too, Mrs R. Minus the biting, only swallowing." Mrs R got bright red again and forgot to chew, then swallowed.
"Haha, we'll see about that. Maybe some other time…" she responded.
"Yeah, I'd like to see that too, mom!" Alex said as he thought they were talking about swallowing sausages whole again, like last time and they all laughed cheerfully as that image popped up in their heads. After they ate the sausages on the wooden benches without back-supports, they simply sat there, resting, looking at the nice scenery.
Oz stood up and went behind Mrs R and hugged her quickly, resting his arms on her large tits.
"What's wrong Ozzy" she asked slightly flustered.

"Thanks for the great camping trip, Mrs R and for the great meals including this last treat." and he hugged her more tightly, making sure to squeeze her breasts. He also added a short kiss on her cheek in a non-sensual manner.
"Oh, pay it no mind, everything for you boys!" she responded after realising what his was about.
"No really, thank you." and Oz lowered his hand and reached behind her back to squeeze her lower back and tickle it slightly. She responded to it with some slight shaking and Oz felt a bit of goose-skin on her skin as he reached below her tee. Reaching lower he realised that her panties are sticking out again, for a split second he thought why she would wear panties which would always slip out, or "is it just her large ass that is rejecting them?" and he pulled on the cloth at her butt-crack. He felt Mrs R rise up slightly from her seat, but soon sitting down again. Oz now grew more confident and gave her two kisses on her neck, but these were slower, more passionate with a bit of drool staying on the skin.

"Oh, you little Casanova, more of these secret techniques?" Mrs R said somewhat jokingly, but was getting red and her breathing was a bit heavier than normal.
He followed these kisses while pressing his hips closer to Mrs R's seated position. He was just above her butt, he felt some of the flesh press up against his throbbing erection. He slowly moved his hips against her in a slight rubbing motion as more and more kisses showered her neck and nape. Alex was just looking at the water, he seemed as if he would doze off any second now. Mrs R nevertheless kept glancing over at him and was getting nervous, but she didn't say anything. Oz continued to lower his hand to massage her buttocks in a circular way. Mrs R sometimes inhaled in a weird way, most likely due to her butt still hurting from some of the pricks the bush gave her. Oz tried to be more gentle and simply let the butt press up against his hand. His hips pushed into her more and more forcefully while his penis finally managed to get wedged into a good spot and kept on rubbing. He was about to start rubbing around her butthole but felt a vibration go off and soon a cheerful, but repetitive and short tune was played.

Mrs R pulled her phone out of her pockets and unlocked it. Oz wondered how the phone did not get bent inside of her pocket until now as her thighs are pretty big and the shorts very tight. Oz kept his position but didn't move his hands anymore, unwillingly he was also able to read the message:
"Hey honey, hope you're doing fine. I'm doing grest. I got all the ladies doing stuff to me you would never want to. Stay a few more days in nature if you want!" there was a typo there which even Oz noticed and the cheeky sweating emoji after "doing stuff" and the winky face at the end of the message seemed to be aggressive for some reason. Oz noticed as Mrs R let out a louder sigh than she had probably intended as she began to type. "Glad you're doing so well! We're having fun too, but might be back tomorrow around noon." and then she put away her phone with a sad expression sitting on her face. Mrs R simply stood up and said:
"Let's go boys, it's getting a bit late for me, you can play around our campsite. I really got tired! Whew!" she pretended to be tired and grabbed Alex by the shoulder to which he woke up from some half-asleep state.
"Huh, what? Mum you look sad." he said right away as he saw her.
"Naw, sweetie, just tired, is all!" she said and they slowly made their way back to the car and their tent.

Chapter 7: Long night of funSummary:

Intent on using the last night of the trip to the fullest, Oz dares more than usual

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Mrs R entered the tent and shut the zipper behind her. Oz and Alex looked with a worried facial expression as she entered. At first they went on about playing games as Alex had suggested but after about twenty minutes it was Alex who first voiced his worries:
"I don't know man, I got that boss coming up in Zelda and I kinda wanna solo it. And my mum's kinda worrying me, so I won't be able to go out full one hundred percent… And I know you cheered her up really well last time, think you'd help your broski and his mom out again?" he said with an unusually high confidence.
"Alex, man, I'd be right happy to. Leave it to me." responded Oz in a cool way. Alex reached his fist out and Oz bumped his into it before standing up and slowly making his way towards the tent. He slowly lowered the zipper and went in. Mrs R was just lying there on her sleeping bag. She only realised Oz had come in after he sat down next to her. She seemed lost in thought.
"Oh, Ozzy, heyyy. Bored of gaming? Came to chat?"
"Is really everything okay Mrs R?" he said to break the ice.
"Sure thing, just tired. See?" and she forced a grimace.
"I accidentally saw some of the message Mr R sent you. If there's anything I can help with, even if it's just listening to your thoughts, I'll gladly offer an ear." said Oz and an honest smile appeared on his face.
"Oh you know how Hank can be. He doesn't really mean any of it… I mean even I know that the women he talks of are just from videos online." and Mrs R stopped there because she realised that this topic may be a bit too much for a young person.
"So he's looking at porn and pretends it's real? All the kids in my class know that that shit's fake." said Oz with a belittling smile.
"Hah, youngsters these days are really way ahead of our generation, then. Sure, movies are funny and can take our breath away, but if a plumber is paid in sex it's hilariously bad."
"What porn even is that?" asked Oz while knowing that some of those older videos have ridiculous plots even from his viewpoint.
"Yeah, I know right?!" she said missing the point, but continued to talk. "And these actresses all look so good with their stiff plastic tits, slender bodies and botox faces. They're all so young too… Sometimes I feel like Hank doesn't even want me anymore. I mean I'm so fat. Just look at my butt, even my mother said it looks unhealthy and she even had the audacity to ask if Hank still finds me attractive with all of this excess luggage." and she slightly sobbed up.
"I sure enough would want you, Mrs R. You're everything us new age men love. Big butt. Big breasts, plenty of body to hold and caress. Caring personality and some nice DSL."
"DSL? Isn't that some carrier company like Fed-Ex?" she looked with big eyes while pretending to not have heard the first few words, but feeling deeply touched on the inside.
"Oh, yeah… It means dick sucking lips. It's a way to say someone has nice soft looking, thick lips, without them being fake." Oz explained.
"So that's what. Hmmm." she fell into her deep thoughts again, but soon enough started talking again as Oz kept looking at her attentively. "Well… We, I mean I and Hank never really did anything except for the normal sort of sex. I'm pretty shy actually about these things. But I also never really talked about it to anyone so it was just Hank's surprise attacks which always caught me off-guard. I never even did anything like a fellatio before, not even to Hank." she paused and Oz leaned in to her ear and whispered "I'm sure you'd be really great at it." in response to that she got bright red again and flustered, but soon enough she collected herself and continued:
"Anyways! I can assure you, I've always been faithful to my husband and we even did everything by the book – we didn't do it until we got married. Hank seemed so different back then. I wonder when he got so bored of me. We sometimes switch positions too, but he still tells me it's not enough and just leaves it at that." Mrs R seemed to come to the end of her thoughts and somewhat expectantly looked at Oz.
"There's a whole book about various positions, Mrs R. Apparently it was written by a virgin, but according to what I heard, a lot of the poses feel really good. Other than missionary you can do doggy, prone bone or sphinx whatever you want to call it, cowgirl, the gee whiz, butter churner… And then there's a lot of non-penetrative things that simply make you feel good." Oz explained in the same manner he had explained acronyms to her earlier.
"You mean with hands?" Mrs R asked curiously.
"And tongue, mouth. Fingers, simple rubbing. Men are not the only ones who can get pleasured by a mouth." and as he finished he added "I assure you, you're a mighty fine woman, Mrs R. You just need a more patient approach." he concluded and Mrs R flushed bright red and giggled but pulled her legs closer to herself.
"Thank you, little Julio Iglesias." she said in a half serious tone but seemed to really mean it. "I don't get to talk about my feelings often. The frustration just keeps building up and then Hank deals the finishing blow with one of his remarks. And then I get so tired…"
"And probably stiff as well. Your back's really in a horrible shape, Mrs R. Let me just handle it again." and Oz approached her and started squeezing her shoulders.
"Oh no, you've done more than enough by letting me went my feelings and worries. Don-… Mmm… Right there." she said almost as if melting.
"Oh, pay it no mind, everything for you, sweetheart." Oz said casually mimicking her own words from earlier.
In this way Mrs R simply let herself be massaged. She felt her worries lighten even more as the tension in her back seemingly melted and Oz started squeezing her shoulder blades, freeing her up even more.
"You're doing really well, Ozzie."
"It's a bit hard like this, Mrs R. Would you mind removing your t-shirt and probably unbutton your bra too."
"I suppose I'll lay down too so it's easier to put more weight into the movements and you don't have to squeeze with just your hands alone, sweetie." she said obediently. She removed her tee-shirt making her large covered breasts plop out freely, before lying down and then trying to unbutton her bra. She tried to reach behind her back, but Oz had already taken the initiative. He reached in casually, as if he had years of training and simply unhooked the bra with three fingers and a sliding motion. Mrs R was nothing short of amazed.
"Daaamn, that I have to be so rude, but not even I can unhook this thing so easily… Let alone Hank." but the last part was just muttered below her breath. Oz took the nice words with some pride, but made sure to position his phone horizontally a bit farther away from them. It was taking in slightly more than it should, but Oz would later solve this issue by simply cropping the video. Oz, to not hurry things, simply sat down next to Mrs R, but nevertheless immediately pulled her shorts and panties down, so that some of her fat ass would bulge out from beneath. He started sliding his fingers along the spine just to stop at the bottom and slowly spread his hands, making sure to spread her buttcheeks apart properly. He then made the same move along her spine but upwards this time. Mrs R responded with her whole body shaking slightly at the tingling sensation. Oz now continued to massage her shoulder from behind, together with going lower to her back and then her lower back. He then felt his power dwindle a bit, so he took the liberty to sit on her large butt. This gave him better access to her back and sure enough he could now put more weight behind his skilled moves. But there was something else entirely taking up all his attention. He was sitting on a cloud, he thought, a perfectly round, fluffy cloud. His pants immediately grew tighter. Mrs R sure enough paid no attention to either the bulge nor to Oz sitting on her as she simply enjoyed her massage.
"There's a lot of tension still down here, Mrs R." he said boldly and continued. "Would you mind if I pulled these things a bit lower?"
"Oh…" she got a bit flustered, but couldn't resist feeling this relaxing pleasure all over her and continued. "haha, Oz, sure enough, I mean you've been hit by that thing before. Go ahead, it's just a butt. A fat one, but I guess I'll be able to live with it now."
Upon hearing this he eagerly pulled on her shorts which gave way rather easily as the large butt appeared to seek freedom on its own. Her large butt was something else, it was so round and plump. Even lying down it retained most of its shape and only a bit of the fattier bits were off to the sides. Oz now sat back up on it, but this time with his hips slightly rotated downwards so his penis would be able to rub up on it. Mrs R now felt a bulge touch her butt, but she let Oz do his massage even along her butt. She felt more and more stress disappear. Oz moved skilfully with his crotch in unison to his hand movements. A drop of sweat trickled down his chin and landed on the woman beneath him.
"Whew, it's so hot and sticky in here. Hope you don't mind if I just get rid of my shorts and shirt."
"Sure thing, but please get a bit more of my lower back. That part feels sooo good." she responded.
"Oz almost jumped out of his clothes. He also made sure to pull his boxers beneath his balls, giving full freedom to his throbbing, fully erect tool. As he sat down there was a slight shake from Mrs R but he then started kneading away at her lower back and she simply melted away under his hand movements. As she was getting more and more relaxed, Oz put his dick between her large butt-cheeks and kept up the previous movements from earlier with his massage. His dick was sandwiched once again between this cloud nine of paradise, but this time it seemed to move against his thrusting, furthering his pleasure. His penis kept getting swallowed by the large butt and he felt his foreskin get pulled and put back on as it seemingly reacted to his thrusting. In the meantime he kept up the lower back massage. He felt getting closer and closer as he looked at Mrs R's big breasts spilling out to her sides, getting flattened by their added up weight. As he pressed on and on, both her breasts and ass kept jiggling around.
"I might need some lubricant for this, Mrs R. Are you okay with that?"
"Y-yes Ozzie… Spill some out for me." she said with a bit of stuttering, almost as if she knew what was happening.
Oz didn't need to hear much more, he eagerly massaged her faster as his hips just kept thrusting away until he suddenly came to a stop and sprayed it out, reaching from between her large butt to the middle of her back. He felt his mind fill with pleasure and a wave ripple from his testicles through his spine up to his head. He also felt Mrs R slightly shake and he could have sworn that he also felt her butt squeeze slightly as he ejaculated.
"I'll now rub the hot lotion in, Mrs R. It'll make it easier to get some harder stiffness out of your back." he said after collecting himself, but with some panting.
"Y-yeah, please do." she said panting silently.
Oz kept his penis between her butt just for the comfort feeling of it and kept massaging her, until once he did the finishing touches, he tucked it back in and grabbed a few tissues from his back. He got rid of most of the evidence, but a slightly lewd, erotic smell lingered in the tent.
"All done. Do you feel better now, Mrs R?"
"Much better." she said and remained lying down, facing away from him. After he had taken his tee and shorts back on he made sure to pick up his phone too, while she reached back with her hands and fastened her bra and pulled her shorts back and finally faced him.
"Thanks, sweetie, that was a nice massage." and then she got up to give him a little kiss on his cheek. "Here's a small reward, haha."
It was Oz turning bright red now. He just nodded and backed out of the tent.
Once he left the tent, he saw Alex in the car, but the door was open.
Just then Mrs R also came out of the tent and looked as cheerful as can be.
"Sure took your time, lovebirds." he said. "In the meantime I defeated the hardest boss in the game! You look good, mom. A lot more cheerful."
"Ozzie gave me the best back-massage ever… and he let me whine and complain about my life to him. How embarrassing, right?"
"Sounds like you went to a doctor, mum. But I'm hungry now."
As a matter of fact, all of them felt hungry, but soon enough found out that most of their food was already depleted. They made a quick trip to the small bistro and luckily enough it was still open. They ordered three servings of hamburgers and Mrs R even went ahead and drank a small beer. They kept up a cheerful atmosphere while they talked about various things. Alex proudly told them about how he defeated the boss in the game and Mrs R talked a little about her parents and the little funny things that happened during her stay there. Oz couldn't believe that she took a nap under a tree and she somehow managed to experience Isaac Newton's case he had heard of during physics class. She told them the apple tasted delicious, but her head hurt all day long.
After the generous dinner they went back to their tent and lay down for the night. As they had run out of supplies and Mrs R had already mentioned to Hank that they were coming home tomorrow they mentally prepared to go home, although some disappointment accompanied the comments regarding this decision. Mrs R was between the boys again, she slept like a log, but Oz and Alex were just as tired as her and slept through the whole night.

Chapter 8: Morning surprise and unexpected prolongation of the tripSummary:

The morning after Oz is still unable to hold back... Mrs R is unusually obedient?!

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(See the end of the chapter fornotes.)

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Oz woke up completely refreshed. As he slowly opened his eyes he caught a glimpse of a large pair of hills. The first thing for him to do was to grab one of these large hills and as he touched them they turned into fluffy clouds and gently moulded in his hands. Once his eyes finally adjusted more to the tent's slightly dim surroundings, he realised that the clouds he was touching were Mrs R's large mounds. He grabbed each of them with his hands separately and pulled himself closer to her.

Once his crotch was up against her butt, he hugged her from behind and started kissing her nape, earlobe and cheek. His hands moved from her hips towards her large breasts and he kept caressing both of them, before going back to her stomach and playing with her excess flab. He moulded it, caressed it and then returned back to her breasts to give them a big squeeze. They softly responded to his hand movements and he felt her nipples get harder while he continued to lay more and more kisses unto her.

Mrs R felt sluggish as she turned around towards Oz. She gave him a big hug and Oz felt his face dig between her large breasts. It was a very warm sensation and her constant, peaceful heartbeat made him forget for a minute that the camping trip would end soon. The birds had been chirping for a solid ten minutes inside the woman's head and she finally realised that she had not been dreaming anymore, but it was reality trying to wake her up.

"Oh shut up already!" she said in a lively tone.

Oz, whom she had hugged in her sleep, was somewhat surprised at her tone.

"Good morning, Mrs R, slept well?" he said from between her breasts. The chubby woman was surprised to find him between her arms, but she thought she had probably hugged him while in her sleep as she looked at him. She stroked his face.

"Good morning. Heh, the birds just won't stop chirping, huh. And yeah, I slept really well. I could probably lift a horse or eat a hotdog in one go."

"You know what they say, Mrs R. The early bird gets the hotdog." And he slowly looked down between her breasts towards his crotch. She now realised that she was being poked by a large cloth covered object. She pulled herself away slightly and looked down with her neck extended as her breasts blocked the view.

She saw the large morning wood greet her of the young man in her arms. She turned bright red and decided to pull Oz closer to her, almost suffocating him between her large breasts. Oz swiftly moved his arms to her head and played with her hair. In a slightly muffled tone he said:

"It's okay, babe. Take your time." And looked up at her from between her arms and breasts. He caressed her ears and then moved his fingers towards her lips. "Your lips are so beautiful. I wish I could see them open up for me."

"O-ozzie! I told you yesterday, I have never done that before… I don't think I could do it anyway."

Oz moved his hands a bit longer along her lips and tickled them to which Mrs R giggled slightly and then moved one of his hands towards his pants. He pulled his boxers away and revealed his throbbing erection. At first she looked at it in a slight awe, but soon recovered and looked away.

"I… don't think I could. I mean… I could get into trouble and… what if Alex saw. But I guess I should repay you for the nice massage yesterday…I don't want him to see me when I do something like that." She said with long pauses, confused, and flushed her usual ripe apple color.

"It's okay, I would never hurt you in any way, Mrs R. You can start slow with just the tip. And as for seeing…" and Oz threw a small towel over Mrs R's head. Her vision was covered now and just her thick, luscious lips were visible. The sight of them, still covered in a bit of drool from sleeping, made Oz's member throb even more impatiently. He slowly moved his arms onto her shoulders and began to pull her lower and lower; Mrs R obediently followed the "blind" guide until her mouth was close to the erect penis.

Oz felt her breath on his tip. It tickled him. Her mouth seemed to be a mix of pouting and being agape from curiosity. He gently led her face closer to his penis. Mrs R did not open her mouth and his tool touched her soft, wet lips lightly to which she, as if surprised by the hot, wet touch shook slightly and moved her head back.

Oz petted her head and stroked her hair again until she seemed to be ready again. Once again he moved her head towards his throbbing erection; it touched her lips again, but this time he was able to keep it there and slowly started bobbing her head, making her lips do a little circular motion around his tip. He slowly spread her lips open with his penis to which the woman in a slight panic opened her mouth completely, thinking her teeth might hurt him. Oz felt her upper lip on his glans as it entered her damp mouth.

His penis moved up against a soft spongy tongue, it tickled him and he felt a fairly nice sensation shake his body, but the tongue soon disappeared and Mrs R seemed to want to move away again. She was breathing normally, but her tongue seemed to be completely retracted so as not to touch him again. Oz thought she might need more time to learn how to use her tongue, so he started helping her a little by moving his hips. In this way his penis could rub up against her upper lip which was covering her front teeth. He rubbed it very slowly and in time, as if she got tired of holding her mouth in an odd way, she slowly closed her mouth up and Oz felt the pleasure of both lips touching his penis while it still rubbed up against her. The damp mouth closed and he felt a little bit of suction, it almost made him want to start moving eagerly and without restraint, but he soon took control of his urges and paused his hips a little to pet her head again, as if signalling that she was doing very well. Mrs R kept her head in this position and did not move her lips or mouth either. She was almost as if frozen in place, so Oz followed up with a few words of encouragement:

"You're doing great, babe. Your lips were really made for this. You're beautiful." And he slowly pulled on her head to swallow up more of his cock, but just as he felt her succulent, cherry lips slide down to the top of his shaft an alarm clock went off. Oz was too surprised to move, but Mrs R withdrew her head lightning quick, pulled up his pants and managed to dry her mouth with the towel on her head.

They both looked towards Alex who was grumpily getting up to the more and more powerful sound of a siren going off.

"Mhmmm… Is it this late already? Oh no the timed event!" and as he got up, he took a quick glance at the others who were staring at him.

"Oh did I wake you guys up too? Sorry, I got this event in game and it only lasts two hours from now in ten minutes. Mum could you please give me some leftover snack bars?" he said and started putting on his tee-shirt while also grabbing his Switch and turned it on.

"Good morning to you too, sweetheart. Sure thing, just make sure you at least brush your teeth in those ten minutes." His mother said in a caring tone.

"Darn, that thing was louder than a bomb. And I was having such a wonderful dream too! Shucks, guess I'll have to dream it again this evening. Want some help with the event, Alex?" Oz said coolly and winked at Mrs R who in turn looked at the ground from embarrassment.

Alex was clicking and fingering away at his switch console while his mother and friend were packing away all the camping equipment in orderly fashion. Mrs R went into the tent and started collecting the sleeping bags and clothes on all fours. Oz went in right behind her and while she was collecting the equipment he sometimes copped a few feels of Mrs R's buttocks which were once again clad in her short-shorts.

She would then look at him slightly angered, because her heart would at times beat a bit faster from these gropes, but would then smile and hand him the equipment she had collected until then. Oz would then quickly pack it away into the car trunk and return for the scene to repeat again. At other times he would lie out flat pretending to be tired, by one of the tent corners, blocking the way to a tee-shirt or wrapping of a snack bar. Mrs R would then have no other choice, but to bend over him to grab the item. As she bent over him, with her large breasts dangling down, Oz would suddenly regain his vigor and grab onto the large sacks dangling in front of him, pushing his face into her tee-shirt and start imitating a whirring motorboat which starts off after a long windup. She would giggle then and tell him to "stop it, that tickles, you rascal!" and drop her body on him. Oz would feel the large breasts flatten on top of his chest and then hug her tightly to remain in this position for a while.

It was then that there was one corner left in the tent with Alex's tee in it, Oz pretended to be a stranded fish again, but when the missus bent over him she aimed her breasts slightly lower. Oz noticed and he once again pulled on her breasts and pushed her over his crotch. She looked at him with a faint smile and started slowly circling her chest on him while pretending to extend for the tee-shirt even though it was close to her. Oz felt the large breasts engulf his erect dick and he wanted to reach for her back to grab her tightly but nimble as a cat, Mrs R withdrew her body after grabbing hold of the piece of cloth, turned around and bolted to leave the tent. By the entrance she said:

"Time to take apart the tent. Be a good sport and help me with your strooong arms, Ozzie."

"Anything for you, babe." Oz responded in his deep voice.

Oz started with removing the cover of the tent by unclipping some of the plastic clips holding it to the main frame of it. He gave this to Mrs R so she could fold it up neatly. He then removed the stakes from the ground which held the tent in place.

"Watch out, babe, this can be dangerous." He said once again in his deep voice and signalled her to step away a few feet.

He slowly pulled out one of the poles and moved on to get the second. Once he held one of the poles in his hand, he put it between his legs and started stroking on it while looking at the woman folding away the cover. She looked up after a few seconds and her ears went red again. For some reason she couldn't take her eyes off of Oz's hands moving up and down on the long, although thin pole, and she kept looking at it until he took the top piece and pulled it out of place, repeating the process until an eleven incher was formed and he began to stroke the now thickened pole again while holding it between his legs. He pretended to slap against an imaginary pair of buttocks, but Mrs R couldn't help but to gulp at the sight, before finally snapping out of her trance and saying:

"Oh, stop fooling around! The tent is still not packed away, sweetie!"

Oz pretended to pull his pole out of an imaginary butt slowly and diligently and slid it down his pants before pulling it out again and putting it to the next pole after he folded that one as well. He dusted the tent by grabbing two of the ends and forcefully pulling it up and then snapping it down, making a dust cloud which got blown away from them towards the woods. Alex was still playing on his switch in the car, but the event would soon be over. Oz had since then sat down on the passenger seat again.

As they had packed all their stuff and put together their tent, Mrs R suddenly felt a vibration in her pockets. She took out her phone and unlocked it. The message read:

"Got the boys coming over tonight. Just use your credit card if you need smth"

"Righty-o" she wrote back to Hank. She turned towards the car from the side and said to the boys through the open doors:

"All right, boys. Change of plans, Hank said we can buy anything we want and continue our camping trip. Who wants to go shopping?!"

A loud cheering echoed from the car as she entered the driver's seat and revved up the engine. She knew there was a small shopping mall not too far away. She remembered about a twenty minute drive with the car, but considering their location she thought it might take longer until she finds the main road again.

To be continued

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Chapter 9: Shopping adventure at the mallSummary:

Supplies are needed - and it is not just food.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter fornotes.)

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It was five minutes later that she was confident about this road leading to the mall as one of the signs advertised it in big text "SHOPPING MALL for all your little needs".
"For all your little needs…" Oz read aloud slowly, Mrs R glanced at him from the corner of her eyes. "I don't think that'll cut it for me. I have a really big need, if you catch my drift, Mrs R." and he turned towards her with a glint in his eyes. In response she turned slightly red.
"Oh haha, you know what they say. Even the little things count and sure enough they can do their job just as good as the big ones." She flushed as she realised she had said more than she should have.
"Oh you know, babe, I got a really BIG affinity for the big ones. I don't think anything small can cut it for those BIG mounds."
"Well… I think even the smaller ones can do their job properly. Just look at Alex, he's the proof!" she said slightly stepping over the things which were said.
"That's not true, mom. These small ones don't have enough restaurants to choose from and usually no gaming shop either." Said Alex joining the conversation from the back.
"See? Even Alex agrees." And Oz laughed and started to move his hand towards Mrs R's butt which was hanging slightly out of the seat, grabbing it firmly. "I don't think the small one can satisfy this big work of beauty here." He said and started massaging her bum.
Alex laughed in the back, because he thought Oz meant that his mum liked to eat and thus her butt had grown big. But he had meant something else entirely, the meaning only reached the driver who was now too embarrassed to say a single word, her mind filled with the images from earlier this morning and the caressing reminded her of yesterday night's long forgotten, revived sensation. She could barely snap out of this swamp of various thoughts filling her until Oz pinched her in a playful manner.
"Hah, don't worry, we'll just secure what we can't get there from nature! We're called the Robinsons' for a reason, sonny." She finally responded in a playful manner, visibly stretching out her head as if she had broken free from the endless lewd thoughts which filled her face.
"Alright, just a few more minutes, lads. Then we shop until the card declines! I need some new shorts too, these have a large stain on them!"
"I'll pick just the right thing for ya, bae." Oz deepened his vocal cords again and winked at her.
"I'll leave it to you!" she said in the heat of the moment, while his hands were still rubbing her butt, but were slowly reaching towards her front thigh. She felt very ticklish and the gentle caress of his hands seemed to almost melt her again, so she concentrated on the empty road.
Oz noticed she was acting weird and somewhat jumpy so he kept groping around her thigh area. She seemed to concentrate harder and harder on driving, but just when he was about to move his hand further between her thighs, she yelled out:
"There we go, boys! Welcome to the mall! Now for a parking spot." And he felt as if the mood was somewhat disrupted, but coolly withdrew his hand and said:
"There's a parking spot for you right here, babe." And pointed at his lap.
She paid it little attention as she slowly moved up the car to an empty lot. Surprisingly enough, she parked the car with ease between two large AWDs. A slight issue arose when they wanted to exit the car.
"Damn, these cars need their own extra special parking spots." She mumbled angrily as she started backing up. Oz and Alex were now slightly taken aback at her ability on the parking lot. She then noticed one of the cars leaving its spot three rows away from them and drove towards that. Another car came up, but she had already been fixed on her goal; gave gas and managed to secure the spot while leaving enough space on all sides for the doors to open. Oz and Alex jumped out of the car and watched the guy in the other car drive up to the same spot they had been until a while ago. He tried to park his car more to the right, but he still couldn't open his door. He was waving his fists angrily inside the car.
"I didn't know you could park like that, mum." said Alex surprised and raised his hand made into a fist.
"Once I set my mind on it, I just get into the zone, kiddo." She said while acting cool by casually fist-bumping her son.
"Nice moves, Mrs R!" Oz had to praise her as well. But he slapped and groped her butt and then reached his fist out for a fist bump which was also requited by her.
When they entered the shopping mall, the cool breeze of the air conditioning system greeted them, together with a map of all the various shops available. Mrs R looked for a clothes store and spotted an American Apparel right away. Alex also looked at it, but the next best thing to video games he found was a music and movie store. Oz looked for a more adult oriented store but to his disappointment there was none.
"Alright, let's buy some spare clothes. Might as well get you two some spare tees. I bet yours are already sweaty."
"Not as sweaty as these." Oz said promptly.
"These what?" asked Mrs R politely.
"These nuts." Said Alex like out of a reflex and put his hands on his mouth. "Oh gosh, sorry, mom. My favorite youtuber keeps "getting" people with this tactic."
Oz laughed, but he had really wanted to say that as a follow up, but in a different tone. Mrs R simply shook her head and went ahead to where the clothes store was.
Oz saw a bunch of swimsuits on display by the entrance but none were as hot as the one they had found in the attic. As for shorts, most of the ones he saw were around knee-length. After some looking around he finally spotted Mrs R who was looking at one of the knee-length shorts.
"Naw, Mrs R, that won't cut it. You'll not just be hot, but you will hide your best assets." He grabbed the same short style she was wearing already: "I recommend sticking to these." And he showed them to her like a store-clerk.
"Well if you say so, sweetie." And she grabbed them and added "Don't forget to get yourself some spare clothes as well. It's on me!"
Oz looked at the tees and went for a simple white one with a V-cut and rushed towards the fitting rooms. There were barely any people around so he immediately figured out in which one the missus went. He also saw her shoes, so he was certain to find her. He briefly flung the curtain open and closed it behind him as he entered. Mrs R's shorts were already lowered and her black panties were visible. Her thighs bulged out from her v-shaped crotch as she pressed her legs together to remove the shorts to try on the new ones. She looked very surprised but didn't want to shout, so she simply whispered:
"Ozzie, this one's in use!"
"Look, Mrs R. We'll be matching." And he held his tee-shirt up to her crotch, making the two V-shapes slightly overlap.
"Cut it out. Just try them on." She said calmly.
Oz took off his shirt and saw that Mrs R had turned around so she wasn't looking at him. Oz saw the large ass with the regular black panties turn towards him and he pretended to be stuck in his old tee. He slowly moved his crotch towards her and not too long after he bumped into a soft pillow which greeted his crotch with a slight clamping motion. She didn't say anything and stopped pulling down her shorts. Oz started rubbing his hips against her large butt and slightly touched her vagina at times. At such times she moaned slightly which made Oz move even more eagerly. He got rid of the act and pulled off his t-shirt too and was now humping away at her bum while grabbing on to her hips, stimulating a standing doggy position.
"Ozzie, no, don't. What are you even doing." She said, but moaned from time to time as she felt his erection bump into her private part occasionally. Oz removed his grasp from her hips and pulled on his pants and boxers, revealing his erection which he sandwiched between her butt. After a few sliding movements his penis slid down, but as he was thrusting his hips, his penis was caught between Mrs R's thigh gap and rubbed up even more against her vagina. She shook slightly and moaned up loudly. Oz didn't mind the soft sensation of her thighs rubbing on his shaft, while his glans felt a slight dampness coming from her panties and continued to move his hips, but was now also massaging her large bum and lower back. His hands reached all around her back area, going from her butt-cheeks to the lower back, caressing, squeezing, massaging them.
"Ozzie, stop, n-not here." She said, but Oz noticed a slight movement from her leaning more and more back so his erect tool would rub up more against her crotch area.
"Is everything okay in there, Miss?" said a voice suddenly filled with genuine concern.
"Y-yes, everything's fine. It's just that I can't seem to fit into these shorts, no matter how hard I try, even though I wear this size usually." She responded and put her hands on Oz's chest to calm him down.
"I recommend getting a bigger pair then. Would you please give me the ones you want in a bigger size." He asked wanting to serve a customer.
"O-of course!" and she moved Oz behind her, while he was still between her thighs. She grabbed the curtain with both hands so as to let just her head pop out from behind it and she slowly moved one of her hands while holding the curtain to give the shop clerk the shorts. He took them and walked away.
"Ozzie…" she said in a slightly embarrassed tone and looked at him, but got immediately soft as she noticed the still erect cock pointing at her which had until now been rubbing up against her labia.
"Don't worry, babe, this'll outlast anyone, it won't wither until you've had your fill." He said with some honesty and determination.
"There you go again with your big words, little Casanova… But I guess you're a really big Casanova…" she said and flushed, but pulled up his pants immediately after which she put the white tee on him.
"Perfect fit!" she said to derail her own thoughts and try to grab a hold of the situation.
"Miss, your shorts." Said a voice from outside.
"Thank you." And she reached out for them in the same fashion like minutes before.
"And, miss, your son is looking for you, so I guided him here."
"Yoooo" said Alex as he threw open the curtain, but to his surprise his mom was in her panties while Oz had a new shirt.
"Mum, Oz is not a kid anymore, you don't have to help him get dressed." He said coolly while the clerk turned away to not cause trouble. Alex pulled the curtain back. "But I guess you can help me put this on too." He held out a tee with the Playstation logo on it.
Both his mom and his friend were looking at him surprised, but were relieved that the scene got defused so easily. After Alex tried on the tee, he deemed it a perfect fit. Mrs R then helped them put on their initial outfits and pushed them out of the room. This all happened while she still had only her panties on, so Oz caught many glimpses of her large butt from time to time – when she was close to him to pull up or put on his tee, he would also cop a few feels of her breasts or large butt. With the two of them finally out of the changing room, she tried on the shorts and paused for a moment when she noticed that a size bigger fit her perfectly. She thought about the possibility of really having put on some weight, but deemed it trivial, because she wanted to accept herself as she was from now on. And an image of Oz flashed in front of her for a brief moment, but she shook her head and threw open the curtain.
They then went to pay. The clerk packed the shirts they bought and wanted to scan the barcode on Mrs R's shorts, but couldn't reach it properly. Oz gallantly helped the clerk by taking the scanner and pressing it up against Mrs R's tag which was dangling by her butt. The clerk wanted to tell Oz that it sufficed for the light to reach the tag, but just then a click was heard and the cash register showed 19.99$.
"No way, that's right. Mrs R's value is at least a few million times more than that. I want to speak to your manager." Oz said in a very serious tone and made a dissatisfied face. Even the clerk had to giggle at that, but asked if they will be paying cash or with card. Mrs R pulled out her card and paid with it, but made exaggerated movements as if she was a movie star or royalty by holding her pinky out.

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Chapter 10: Shopping continuesSummary:

The shopping haul continues so that the group has enough food to continue having a good time.
The evening unfolds rather innocently, but it's still young...

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They moved on to the all-purpose shop which was a mix of a grocery store and a drugstore.

Alex got the biggest cart from the line and started pushing it into the store while his mother and Oz followed him. As Oz followed them, he noticed that Mrs R forgot to remove the tag form her new shorts. He also noticed that these new shorts were also greatly showing off her butt and he promptly made a few photos which he later titled "shopping fun".

As he was mostly occupied with her butt, he only grabbed Mrs R's hips at a later moment, who turned around, surprised, and then had the tag torn off with a swift motion, before getting her butt slapped. She thanked him, but said that the butt slap had been unnecessary. Most of the photos had Mrs R simply walk along the aisles, or sometimes bend over for some canned goods or large bags of snacks and, at one time, for a whole melon. Her hamstrings were visibly stretching out the fabric of her new shorts when she bent over to grab the big green watermelon, while her butt was nicely bulging out on top. Oz thought of this as his favorite, prized shot.

They drew closer and closer to the drugstore aisles, looked at a few soap bars and took a few of them, although they weren't sure if they would end up using the public showers near the camping area or not. Alex dashed off to grab snacks from the next aisle while for some reason Mrs R stopped by the shampoos. Behind her, there were condoms, lubricants and various other things which were used for sexual hygiene. Oz groped her butt from the back and she turned around:

"What do you think, babe. XL regular or XL super slim?" he asked while holding out two value packs of condoms and a puzzled look on his face which slowly turned into a grin. Mrs R had anticipated something to happen, but Oz had taken her by yet another surprise. He started groping her buttocks again and slowly circled them:

"You know, babe, we need some protection. Don't want my swimmers to cause you some predicament or anything." He said in his deeper voice, but it had a more mature ring to it this time.

Mrs R's heartbeat skipped a few strokes and at first she almost started talking gibberish before her mouth articulated the words she wanted:

"Y-you put those things right back to where you picked them up, mister." She said stuttering and being very visibly flustered.

Oz just kept groping her butt and slowly made his way with his fingers along her buttcrack. He felt her butt tighten up, but she also pressed her legs together:

"You're getting very tense again, Mrs R, I think you need another massage."

"W-well, I can't deny that, mister. But put those things back."

Oz pretended to put back the boxes but managed to sneak the XL super slim ones into the cart between all the chips bags and snacks Alex had hoarded together in the meantime.

Overall there was more junk-food than proper food there, but once they got some bread, cheese and other ingredients for sandwiches it started looking balanced again. They approached the register and unloaded all the stuff onto the belt. Oz placed the box under a bag of chips and casually continued to line up the rest of the bought groceries.

As the clerk scanned all the food his monotonous routine work was slightly caught off guard as she held the box in her hand. She looked dumbfounded at the woman, then at the box and then at the two kids accompanying her. Mrs Robinson simply smiled and made a "you know how it is sometimes" face and was unable to tell the cashier to not scan the box. Oz looked up at Mrs R and for a second he saw her mind wander off as she made a blank expression at first but then smiled oddly just to shake her head and concentrate on the steadily raising numbers in front of her. Alex and Oz then went ahead and started packing everything into paper bags.

"What's this for?" asked Alex as he put the box into the bag.

"It's a prank, man." Oz replied casually. But I think you might have to learn using one of these at some point.

"I don't know about you, but this XL writing on it has me in doubt, man."

"They all work the same way, don't worry. It's easy!"

"That'll be 137.69$, miss." Said the cashier after he scanned the last item. For a moment Mrs Robinson took a look at the bags which were filled completely and at some of the water and juices they had in their cart and approved of the number and handed out her credit card.

"Hehe, sixtynine." Alex said laughing.

"I want some of that pocket change myself, Mrs R. How about it tonight?" Oz said boldly.

Mrs R let this remark slip again and simply paid with card. She also made sure to make the boys carry the bags to the car so they wouldn't make any mischief for some time.

Once they loaded all the bags into the trunk they set out to drive back to their camping spot. Oz took the passenger seat again and tried his usual approach by massaging Mrs R's back. He reached out his hand and started going along her spine but didn't go any lower than her lower back. He saw it on her that she seemed a bit aggravated, and if anything's ever been taught to him, then it was to give angry women a time-out or to do what worked before, without pushing lady luck too far. Mrs R took it surprisingly well and she let her back get rubbed as they drove all the way back. She even looked at him with a big smile and thanked him, but there was a line which surprised Oz:

"Don't tire out your hands and arms now, Ozzie."

Once they arrived at the camping spot she unpacked most of the groceries and unrolled the tent before Oz. She looked at him and then at the tent with an "it's not gonna raise itself" look in her eyes. Oz was a bit disappointed that this was what she meant by he shouldn't tire out his arms, but nevertheless got to work because Alex seemed to be hooked on his switch again and Mrs R would provide the food, which she put into a large cooling box.

Once the tent was standing again and Mrs R was done with the preps, she noticed it was long past three in the afternoon and was wondering why she had been so hungry. As she mentioned her hunger the other two also realised what they had been missing for a while now. They decided to go eat a proper lunch at the small bistro again. Once they arrived they also ordered a bowl of soup and had various dishes as a second course. Once they had their fill they talked about various possible things to do while still on the trip. Luckily enough Mrs R packed a few board games in case they might get bored and mentioned that they could try taking the longer hiking route tomorrow, but Alex immediately said that he was still exhausted from yesterday's medium route.

It was late in the evening when they returned to their tent and started playing various board-games, starting off with checkers and then playing a round of monopoly. Alex tried to play his switch after that but ten minutes later he was already dozing off and finally shut his console off and went to sleep by lying on his side facing away from the middle of the tent where his mother was lying.

Chapter 11: The evening unfolds...Summary:

Oz finally makes his move and Mrs R... Seems okay with it?!

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter fornotes.)

Chapter Text

Oz from the other side of the tent whispered to Mrs R:
"Are you angry?"

"No way, Ozzie. I couldn't be mad at you. I mean you pushed your luck a lot today, but it was kinda fun." She responded in honesty.

"Yeah, I had a hunch I might be. I really don't want to seem like Hank or anything…"

"Oh, please. You need at least another thirty years to be as much of a grumpy bone-head like him." She said and laughed and Oz had to laugh as well. Alex was already snoring heavily.

"When you showed me what's in your pants this morning, I was pretty surprised. Was that morning wood? Hank stopped getting those years ago…" she said suddenly, but still kept her voice to a minimum.

"It gets like that every time I look at your beautiful body, Mrs R. It gets biggest when I touch your butt." He said with honesty and reached out towards her to touch the side of her thigh as she was lying on her back.

"Hmmmm, so it's my fault, huh?" she said in an odd way. "As a payback, maybe I can show you mine and then we're even… I guess a glimpse can't hurt." She said but was getting flustered and her breathing got heavier.

Oz sat up and moved towards her crotch. He eagerly looked at her panties. Mrs R seemed frozen stiff again, despite her big words, so he grabbed hold of the panties on each side and slowly slid them down. He had seen the slight bush in the shower once and some part of her vagina on many occasions, but seeing it in full view immediately triggered his erection. Her face spelled shame and embarrassment, furthering his erection.

Her vagina however seemed slightly wet and parts of her vulva were slightly bulging out from between the damp labia lips. As expected of a mother, her vagina seemed slightly bigger than what Oz had seen on some pictures, the biggest difference was the labia and her orifice which was visible slightly even without spreading it apart- her vagina was also a darker color than what they showed in porn. Without asking, Oz moved her panties further back to her knees and touched her inner thighs.

"Ozzie?" she asked. "I was sure we had a deal, young man!"

Oz kept caressing her inner thighs to which her whole lower body shook in expectation, her vagina seemed to get wetter and her clitoral hood seemed to move back allowing the little pink dot below it to become visible. He now reached out towards her pubic hair bush and slightly massaged her mons, before lowering his palm towards her vagina and making slow, deliberate circular motions.

"No, stop, don't. I told you I haven't… with anyone else…" she muttered, but couldn't talk too much without her voice shivering and pitching higher.

She feared she might wake up Alex if she talked too much. She thought about getting up and simply putting Oz back to her side, so he'd stop. But as she tried to sit up, Oz's hand got conveniently pressed more against her and she got weak in her body from a brief rush of pleasure running through her spine to her head. Oz was still moving his palms slowly, he saw that she was beginning to enjoy it, despite still being a bit indecisive, so he started spreading her labia with his middle and index finger apart and circled the two curtains by pressing it backwards to the sides.

She shook and was visibly on edge, she had to bring one of her hands towards her mouth to cover it, so she wouldn't moan too loudly. Oz slowly closed in to her vagina, he was thinking about showing her something he had explained to her yesterday, about how a man can do it with his mouth for a woman too.

He thought "This is payback from this morning, babe" and as his breath hit Mrs R's vagina she trembled slightly and her thighs seemed to close in – Oz's shoulders stopped them from closing in further. He proceeded to stick out his tongue, while still rubbing her labia with his fingers and began to lick her clitoris.

She moaned gently and her shaking got a bit wilder. As Oz slowly circled his tongue around the little dot, the woman convulsed one last time and finally reached orgasm. Her head went blank and she felt younger than ever. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Oz's face looking at her up close as he had already crawled up to her. She listened carefully and confirmed that Alex was still sleeping.

She looked Oz in the eyes and saw a fire burn in him. She looked further down, but before her eyes could reach the spot, she already felt a large, hot tool on her belly, impatiently prodding against it.

"G-get the condom… I p-put it in my bag." She said while still panting.