Post Apocalyptic Van-Life Milf

Sun on his face woke Joshua up. Sitting up groggily in the hard bed he could see morning light pouring through the RV. Mary was up and humming, busy preparing breakfast. Oatmeal with canned fruit served with fried spam and instant lemonade. It was a good meal, better than they often had before. He swung out of bed never minding his morning wood. Mary had seen it before.

She had been a nudist for the past few years, and even now was swinging her bare hips happily to her own tune. She had tried to get Josh into it before, never minding when his eyes drifted over her body and never judging when he got an erection. Only when his dad kicked him out on his 18th birthday and Mary, his former step-mom, turned out to be his only hope for a place to stay did he really try to get used to it. That was a few weeks before things happened. Now it seemed perfectly normal to see each other naked.

“Hey Ma,” Joshua croaked out, stretching. His elbows touched the ceiling and he suppressed a yawn. Mary turned, waved.

“Good morning, Hun! Breakfast is almost ready so have a seat.”

He sat down In the little booth that was their dining room, stared at nothing out the window to try and wake up. This campsite wasn't as pretty as others they had stayed at; more dirt parking lot than nature. Better than some places they had stopped, before. Mary broke him out of his bored revelry.

“Here you go champ. Let's eat!” She leaned over to kiss the top of Joshua's head before sitting down. She always showed affection like that. It was part of why he still called her mom and considered her his step-mother, even after the divorce. He dug in.

The oatmeal was sweet, with plenty of honey with the fruits. He did notice something weird on his plate though.

“What's this,” He said, poking at the brown lump with his pinky.

“That,” Mary said proudly, “is a wild mushroom I foraged from the park and sauteed to perfection.”

“How do you know it won't kill me, or something?” He took his pinky away abruptly.

“I checked and double-checked with this book I found at the rangers office. It is one hundred percent safe to eat! It apparently tastes like chicken too.”

“You mean you haven't tried it yet? Not even a little nibble to make sure it's not poisonous?” Now he looked at the lump accusingly.

“I thought we could try them together. But if I'm the only one brave enough to try then so be it.” She picked up the mushroom on her plate and made a show of eating and enjoying it. Her lips were smooth, not chapped at all as the mushroom passed over them. They worked cutely as she crewed, eyes closed in exaggerated pleasure. Her jaw worked, accented the lines of her face, throat bulging as she swallowed. When Mary opened her eyes again Josh was very much aware of his morning wood.

“Kinda like chicken. Still too scared to try yours?”

“N-no,” Joshua replied, quickly eating his. He chewed with eyes closed like she had. It did taste of chicken and of a vague tenderness that only her lips in the whole world could provide.