Camping MILF

Preview:
I sat at the glass dinner table in my parent's kitchen. The same table I'd sat at for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the entire twenty years of my life. The evening sun came in a big bay window and glared off the table so I moved a place mat over to block it. Mom was in the kitchen, banging together some pots and pans as she got dinner ready.
"You excited for the trip tomorrow?" Mom asked.
"Yes," I said.
The trip was the annual camping trip my family took up to Pine Mountain State Park. We'd been going ever since I could remember, and it was on one of those trips that I learned to ride a bike with no training wheels.
Mom, Dad, and I always took the trip with our neighbors, the Springers, who felt like part of our family.
"There's going to be a slight change," Mom said.
I leaned back in my chair and looked into the kitchen. "What?"
"It's no big deal, really. Mrs. Springer's sister will be joining us this year."
"She has a sister?" I asked. "Tabitha never mentioned an aunt." Tabitha Springer was one year younger than me and she was the little sister I never had.
"Yeah," Mom said as she worked the can opener. "I think she's a bit younger. She's going through a tough divorce, and Mrs. Springer thought it would be good for her to get away from it all."
"Great," I said sarcastically.
"I'm not entirely thrilled about it either, but Mrs. Springer is just trying to help. You never know, she might be great."
"Might," I said.
Mom walked in with a plate of beans and hamburger steaks, a simple but good meal. I got up to grab the ketchup. I sat back down and cut into my steak, it was so tender and juicy. I got up again and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, I cracked it open and took a big gulp to wash my food down.
Mom was at the table eating. "But," she said. "If the woman turns out to be a total kook, just keep it to yourself."
"I will." I scooped up a big spoonful of beans, they were a little sweet and a little spicy, just the way I liked them.

I helped load up our car early the next morning and we got out on the road before traffic hit. Dad drove, Mom rode shotgun, and I was in the backseat, sitting sideways playing on my phone as we ate up the miles to Pine Mountain.
I grew bored with the game on my phone and stared out the window. The surrounding forest grew thicker and thicker, and I knew we were close. I looked out the back window and a familiar blue SUV caught my attention.
"Hey, the Springers are behind us," I said.
I saw Tabitha and her mom in the front seats. The aunt must've been in the back.
We kept driving and finally entered the park. We stopped at a small booth that was made to look like a short, fat pine tree and paid our camp fee to the ranger.
A minute later the road went from two lanes and paved to two lanes and gravel, then it changed to one lane of gravel, and beyond that was a rutted dirt road that required some slow and skillful driving by Dad.
We always camped at the same site, and it took nearly thirty minutes to get there, after entering the park. We didn't pass a single car, which I took as a good sign.
"Finally made it," Mom said.
I got out and stretched my legs. Then I took in a deep breath of the fresh mountain air, it actually smelled like pine on Pine Mountain, go figure.
Tabitha walked up to our car. "This place never changes."
"It's great isn't it," I said.
I gave Tabitha a hug, I hadn't seen her since I came home from college for Christmas break. She looked as cute as always with her shy smile and short brown hair. She wore a loose t-shirt, black running shorts, and neon green sneakers.
I was just about to ask her how her senior year of high school was going when a scream from the back of the Springer's car broke the calm and silence.
"Oh no," Tabitha said.
We both hurried to the back of the car.

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