Mom and I had planned a great 2 week vacation in the winter beauty of the backcountry in Canada. I arrived the week before to get in some winter camping which I had missed so much in the past years. I used to camp in a tent in the snow, but this time I had towed a small camper trailer, and spent the days hiking and enjoying the winter wonder land. The cold air was invigorating and I loved it. I slept with the camper windows open, using only the sleeping bag for warmth.
xxx-Exploring his Mother’s Nature
I tried to explain to him that it was tough enough being a single mother without having a child who had dedicated his every waking moment to making her life a misery. The summer months were especially challenging because he did nothing but fart around the house figuratively and literally , eat everything in sight and play video games. We were going through a particularly brutal stretch in our increasingly grumpy relationship when I decided that we both needed a change of scenery.
Sex stories, incest , Mom and son drunk in camping.. Paul stuffed the last of the camping gear into the back of the little blue Volvo. It had started off as a grand multi-family adventure, with their all of their neighbors and friends going along, but life, as it will, intervened.
We put our packs down. I started to take the tent out, then stopped as I noticed the odd smile on Mom's face. Mom, is this the second part of the bet? Don't even ask what was involved; it was a sucker bet from the beginning, and if I hadn't been so excited by the possibility of what I would win--my own car--I would probably have figured out what she was up to. But I lost, and lost hard, and now I'd have to pay the price.