The Platform
byalwayswantedto©

This story is an entry to the Earth Day contest so you might have clicked to read it without realizing that it is a Mom/Son Incest/Taboo story. If this isn't your cup of tea, please back out now.

All characters are 18 years or older.

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Mom had been on a health kick for almost a year. It was fairly intense for the first three or four, then petered out until Dad announced he had arranged a vacation package for their 20th anniversary which at the time was three months away. Mom seemed thrilled but at the same time apprehensive because the destination was a beachside resort. Mom had lost some weight but her target was another thirty pounds away.

Apprehension turned to anger when she found out Dad got the idea from Cody, our neighbor across the street and two doors up. Cody had booked a trip for him and his wife Sheila. That wasn't the issue; the problem was Dad had made a reservation at the same time and the same resort.

Cody and Sheila were friends of my parents but especially Dad. Cody was six or seven years younger than Dad but Sheila was easily eight years Mom's junior and, having had both her children by caesarian, still in possession of a young woman's figure. Dad wasn't aware that this wasn't the best anniversary present he could have given Mom: two weeks in close proximity to a younger woman with a penchant for bikinis that displayed the best body in the community.

Dad loved block parties because Sheila always wore something revealing, typically a tiny bikini. He always got the cold shoulder from Mom after these parties because he inevitably admired Sheila when he thought nobody was looking but after a few drinks lost any semblance of discretion, even to the point of directing frank compliments her way. Sheila seemed to enjoy Dad's comments and Cody simply seemed amused by them but they were less well received when delivered within earshot of Mom.

So, the thrilling surprise turned sour but Mom didn't blow up, she simply went quiet, which was her way. Of course, Dad didn't notice and made things worse every Saturday when he counted down the weeks until the big holiday, and when Cody and Sheila were over for a barbecue, his eyes were stickier than ever.

In addition to her workouts, Mom took up hiking, something else Dad didn't notice. Hiking was convenient exercise because we lived on the edge of a popular wilderness area with lots of trails. Mom didn't run because of her knees but she walked at a brisk pace. It worked, because within two and a half months she had shed the thirty pounds she was aiming for and another five. Mom now looked like an older version of the girl in her wedding pictures.

Dad did notice this obvious fact but he didn't make the fuss about that the accomplishment deserved. I witnessed Mom surreptitiously modeling the outfits she had bought for her new figure but Dad was oblivious. She even went so far as to pose in awkward but sexy postures that must have been difficult to hold for more than a few seconds. I could only imagine what she did when I wasn't around though, I have to admit, Mom wasn't very adept at 'flashing' because more often than not she adopted her poses when he wasn't even looking or when I was in a better position to take advantage of the view. It made me wonder how she had attracted Dad in the first place. Anyone, what was available to my father's view was nevertheless lost on him.

I could tell Mom was hurt but, true to form, she didn't say anything. She just hiked more often and for longer each time, leaving late in the morning and often returning until three or four in the afternoon. I asked her once why her hikes were taking more rather than less time and she replied that she stopped to tan so she looked good and wouldn't burn on their holiday. Imagine that, trying her best to look good for a husband who not only didn't appreciate the effort, he didn't even recognize it!

One day, Mom left just when I came downstairs for a late breakfast. Gazing around while munching on my cereal, I spied her two water bottles on the counter. She had taken the small backpack she usually wore but must have forgotten the bottles. I didn't have anything to do since I hadn't yet found a summer job so I decided to follow her and deliver the bottles. I finished my breakfast without hurrying because I knew I could catch up to someone that was walking, however quickly. About twenty minutes after Mom had left, I grabbed the bottles and ran down the block to the start of the trail.

I loped along the trail farther than I would have thought before I caught sight of Mom ahead of me. I was running along a ridge and she was off to my right about forty-five degrees and below me, having run down the hill and turned around the end of the small lake. She had stopped and looked like she was taking a breather. I veered off the trail a few feet and was about to call out when something about her behavior made me hold my tongue.

Even from a distance, I could see that Mom didn't looked tired or out of breath. She looked down the trail ahead of her and back the way she had come several times, then quickly ducked off the trail into a thicket. The brush shook for several seconds and then was still. I waited for a minute or so, thinking she was having a necessary visit with Mother Nature, but she didn't reappear, so I ran on.

When I got to the thicket Mom wasn't there. No trail led off, as I had expected, where people might go to take a nature pee. There was only a small hole in the thicket that a medium sized dog could squeeze through. Discreetly, I called Mom several times but, receiving no answer, I ran on down the trail. Five minutes later I hadn't caught up to her. Worried, I returned to the thicket where I'd seen her disappear.

After several more unanswered calls, I crawled through the hole and emerged on the other side. There was still no trail but I could see faint footsteps in the moss between two glacier-deposited boulders. I squeezed through the two large rocks and behind them discovered a faint deer trail leading up a hill into the forest.

Obviously, Mom wasn't lost so I didn't call out again but, curious about where she'd gone, I followed the trail as it threaded up the hill lining the other side of the lake. About halfway up, the trail split, one branch to the right paralleling the lake trail and the other climbing up toward the top of the hill. Thinking that Mom was probably going up to a lookout, I took the steeper trail. It was a tough one but after a series of switchbacks, I attained the summit and was blessed with a vista I hadn't known existed and had never heard about in my nineteen years of living in the only neighborhood I'd known.

What a discovery, Mom I thought, then wondered why she hadn't told anyone. I guess everyone needed a respite and, God know, Mom needed one. She had found a secret place she could enjoy, her own little world, and a beautiful one at that. The lake stretched out below me and I could see heads bobbing along the trail on the far side of the lake. I imagined one could see the trail below and moved toward the edge to look over it but almost fell when I foolishly looked to the side wondering where Mom was. Catching myself, I carefully knelt down near the grassy edge and peered over.

Yep, the trail was a hundred feet away and though there was nobody on it I could have easily seen them through the trees if there was. I stretched out onto my stomach and inched my way closer to the edge until I could hang my head over to look down the sheer face of the cliff. I was surprised by what I saw.

A platform made of old, sun-bleached timbers, was perched on a ten foot ledge projecting from the cliff about thirty feet below me. I was surprised because, in years of walking around the lake I had never noticed the old structure, but then, the foliage probably hid it from the trail. What an intriguing find.

More intriguing was the woman sitting on the platform in a bright blue, nylon running suit, feet stretched before her and hands clasped around bent knees, gazing at the vista in front of her. It was Mom. She must have taken the goat track to the right that I had ignored in favor of the climb to the summit.

I was about to call out but decided to play a game instead. I looked on either side of me and found an old, dried up acorn. When I turned back, Mom had removed one running shoe and was in the process of taking the other off. She set both down beside her small backpack with her socks. I held the acorn in front of me and aimed it at Mom's back. One, two, three...

Mom stood up. Instead of releasing the acorn, I tightened my grip on it and yanke my hand back. Mom stretched, then progressed through a series of Tai Chi moves. I hadn't seen her do that for years. After five minutes or so of this, Mom stretched again and bent down to open her pack, extracted a large towel, and then spread it out on the platform. I waited for her to sit down so I could line her up in my sights again, not wanting to startle her into possibly falling off the platform which was set above a heavily forested, steep slope down to the trail.

Instead, Mom straightened up and stretched languidly in the sun, then unzipped her running jacket and peeled it off uncovering, to my surprise, a bra instead of a t-shirt. I could tell it was made of stretchy material because it outlined her tits really well. Even from this far above, I could discern two little bumps resting upon the slope of her breasts. Tingles buzzed around the tip of my cock upon the realization that Mom's nipples were both prominent and positioned high on her breasts rather than pointing down like I had seen in pictures of some older women's saggy tits.

Mom bent over to push her running pants down and slipped them off her feet, revealing another surprise: it looked like Mom was wearing panties instead of shorts. Sitting down on the towel, Mom folded her legs into a yoga position and sat still, gazing at the lake for another five or so minutes, though I was sure her eyes were closed to take in the sounds from the forest. The buzz of the insects and the singing of the birds seemed to rise in volume, as if to support my hypothesis.

Eventually, Mom leaned back on her elbows and stretched out her legs, then resumed her casual surveillance of the lake. I squinted in the sunlight, trying to confirm my first impression that Mom was wearing panties. Yep, definitely panties. My close examination made me realize how much all that running had benefited Mom's body. Man, she had a real nice one.

Mom eased herself down from her elbows onto her back raising her arms and crooking her elbows over her face to shield her eyes from the sun. Forgetting myself, I almost whistled. Mom was well tanned and the bright sunlight accented the gentle slopes, crests and valleys of a body too supple for her age. Why hadn't I noticed this before?

This far away, she didn't just look like an attractive woman sun tanning in her underwear, she looked like a picture in a magazine. I felt a bit guilty conducting such a clandestine observation but I couldn't look away. Her legs were long and tapered, gradually widening out to hips which dipped sharply in to a narrow waist. Her underarms appeared to be shaved and her arms were slender and lightly muscled which made me wonder if she was working out too.

My eyes couldn't help grazing over Mom's breasts. She didn't have big ones but, though I couldn't tell for sure from this far away, they did seem larger now that they weren't covered by a blouse, sweater or jacket, even lying flat on her back like she was. Could the weight loss have increased the contrast between her breasts, waist and tummy?

I tossed the acorn behind me and settled in to watch Mom suntan, aware of a squirrel chattering loudly behind me as if giving me hell for ogling my own mother. Five or ten minutes must have passed without any movement from Mom below or me above, except that my hand managed to creep under my shorts to cup and massage my cock and balls. Mother or not, Mom did have a sexy body.

She sat up all too soon and I almost cried out my disappointment but was quickly relieved when she simply turned over onto her stomach and crossed her arms to form a pillow for her head. A couple of twitches and she was again still.

Man, I wished I was closer. Those panties were quite small, not much more than a triangular patch that ended in two straps, one rising up and over each hip. I had never seen so much of Mom's skin. Her cheeks bulged a little beyond the edge of the panties and, real or imagined, the thin material seemed to crease down the center. I doubted that I could actually see the crack of her ass from this distance so I knew that my imagination was embellishing what I saw. Whatever, my cock felt good.

From the top of her buttocks, Mom's tanned skin gradually sloped into the small of her back, bracketed by two large dimples on the border between back and ass. I had never noticed that Mom's butt was so well formed and promised myself I would check it out more closely if I got a chance when we were home. For now, I ogled it from a distance as I ground my genitals into my hand.

Mom reached behind herself with both hands to undo the bra. Yes! Yes! Oh, this was too good to be true. She pulled the backstraps out to her sides and let them drop. I couldn't see more than a little bare back but just the thought of her tits lying bare on the towel caused my cock to lurch into my palm.

Instead of returning to form a pillow for her head, Mom's hands stretched down beside her hips. My eyes were so focused between Mom's shoulder blades, imagining I could actually see her tits through flesh and bones, that I barely noticed her hands slide over her bottom to tug the straps over her hips, dragging them down until they were lying atop the backs of her thighs. Mom had just bared her ass!

My cock hardened, stiffening so much I had to dig into my shorts to let it straighten out. I twisted onto my side, straining to keep my eyes on Mom's ass, as my hand closed over my bare cock and started stroking it. Jeez, Mom, who knew you had such a nice ass?

As I pulled my pecker, I imagined rubbing it over those soft cheeks and then nudging it between her rubbery globes. Oh, yeah. Imagine sliding it through that sweaty crevice. Mom twitched, lifted her ass up a bit, settled down onto the towel, wiggled about, and then lay still.

Stroking faster now. Mom lifted her ass up again. Yeah, like that, push it up against my cock, rubbing, pushing in, shoving, between her legs. Faster, faster. I looked away, my head crunching down as my hand moved to lightening speed. Yeah, oh yeah. Ahhhhhhhh, yeah, ahhhhh. I shot my load into the grass, breathing heavily, yet restrained, like I did when I beat my meat at night in case someone could hear.

I looked over the edge of the cliff again, half afraid Mom would be gone, but she wasn't. I remained prone on the grass, lazily stroking my dick as I casually surveyed Mom's body, well, mostly her ass. I must have daydreamed because I suddenly realized I was looking at Mom's stomach. She had turned over without me even noticing. Christ, her tits were bare now, the top having stayed on the towel when she turned over. I was too far away to see very well but I imagined Mom's nipples were stiff and erect. I thought about sucking them and sliding my cock between them. My hand began moving more rapidly up and down my freshly-hardened rod.

Yeah, scraping over that nice, soft belly, dipping into that big navel, between her tits and down again to chafe over her spongy tummy flesh. Oh yeah, oh God... What the fuck was that? Of course! Mom had turned over and her panties had stayed wrapped around her thighs, barely covering her private parts in front.

I thought I could see a tuft of light brown hair, the same color as Mom's shoulder length mane, sticking out of the small triangle that stretched taut between the bones of her pelvis. Real or not, I definitely wanked my dick faster now. Wank, wank, wank. Mom shifted, pushing her pelvis up and throwing her pussy into a brief upward thrust that forced her mound against the triangle that almost didn't cover it. Jerking harder, jerking, oh yeah, yeah, yeah... ahhhhhhhh, shit. I unloaded into the grass again, then slumped down, gasping.

Pervert. You're a fucking pervert. Spying on your mother and whacking off in the grass. What a fucking dildo.

I twisted onto my back. What a fucking wiener I was.

After a few minutes, my guilt receding, I turned back and peered over the edge.

Mom was gone.

The squirrel scolded me all the way down the trail as I made my way home.

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Mom was making dinner when I came in the house. She looked at the water bottles when I put them on the counter but didn't say anything. Even so, I thought I should explain why I had them.

"You left these behind," I said. "I tried to bring them to you but couldn't catch up."

I was mentally kicking myself for bringing attention to the fact that I had been looking for her.

"Which way did you go?" Mom asked.

"I followed the main trail," I replied.

"Did you walk backwards?" Mom laughed.

"No, I couldn't find you so I cruised through the beach and then checked out some of the other trails."

That deserved a hard smack up the side of the head. Why hadn't I just left it with crusing through the beach?

"I went down the MacDonald Creek trail," Mom said.

"Oh. I went that way too but after the beach. You must have already gone through before I got there."

Why did I insist on pushing it, forcing my possible nearby presence upon her?

"Probably," Mom said. "You sure you weren't checking out the girls on the beach?" she teased.

For sure, I was checking a female out. If only she knew. I went beat red and denied it.

Mom opened one of the water bottles and tipped it up to take a long drink, her head tilting back as it emptied. She was still wearing the blue running suit and the jacket was unzipped almost to her waist, exposing the stretchy bra. I enjoyed the view as the thin material stretched tightly over her breasts. Her nipples definitely sat high on her tits. Mom's head abruptly tipped forward and she brought a hand up to her mouth as some water spilled onto her chin. I barely pulled my eyes up to her face in time. Well, almost. Mom giggled and a few drops of water dripped onto her chest.

"Oh my goodness," she cried, looking down and seeing how exposed she was. Despite her alarm, however, Mom calmly wiped the trickle from the inside of the upper swell of her left breast but didn't zip up her jacket. She looked up at me and smiled. "I can't keep anything in my mouth."

An image of me putting something in Mom's mouth filled my head. Distressed at having such thoughts while standing right in front of my mother, the color in my face, which had started to fade, returned with a vengeance. I mumbled something and turned, beating a hasty retreat from the kitchen.

Mom kept the running suit on for the rest of the evening. I couldn't help following her everywhere she went though I tried to be discreet. Twice during dinner she got up from the table to get something from the kitchen. My eyes followed her, noting the slight sway of her hips as she walked, the slenderness of her legs, and, of course, the press each cheek alternately made against the shiny blue material of her pants with each step.

I gave my head a shake but was similarly incapable of averting my eyes when Mom bent over to get a bowl out of the buffet only a moment later. As the material stretched over her buttocks, I noted the lines made by her panties as they defined a wide but narrow triangle across her behind. My head was flush with hot blood and my genitals were so swollen that my shorts bulged with their presence, forcing me to eat slower than usual so I could stay behind at the table when Mom and Dad got up to leave. And yes, I did ogle Mom's ass as she walked away, and remembered how fine it had looked when bare.


That night, after I bid my parents good night, Mom motioned me into the living room to give her a hug. As I approached, I could see she had been trying to attract Dad's attention again because the running suit jacket was unzipped to the bottom of her breasts and her bra was in plain view. As I leaned down for what turned out to be a long hug because Mom kept her arms curled around my neck, I was treated to a satisfying close-up of her breasts, tightly wrapped in the stretchy bra, poked up nipples clearly demarcated. I wondered if they were ever soft. That sight, and the memory of her butt, kept me busy for an hour after going to bed.

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"Don't forget your water," I yelled to Mom as I opened the door and ran outside the next day.

She was almost ready to leave and I wanted to dispel any worries that I would be looking for her to bring anything she had forgotten. I also wanted to run ahead and get positioned so I didn't have to risk making noise as I climbed to the top of the bluff.

I sat on the grass at the top of the cliff, waiting for Mom. I had made myself a lunch, including a couple of beers I had sneaked out of the fridge in the garage, and had laid binoculars ready-to-hand near the edge of the cliff. I paused every few seconds between bites from the first sandwich to listen for signs that Mom was coming and, hearing none, frequently peered over the edge to confirm that she hadn't already arrived. Where the hell was she? It had already been fifteen minutes.

I finished the sandwich and the first beer, checked my watch, and peered over the edge again. Shit! Where was she? After the second sandwich, and many more peeks, I resigned myself to the notion that Mom must sometimes run around the lake and didn't visit the platform every day. I opened the second beer and quickly brought the can to my mouth as it fizzed and overflowed. Taking a large swig and wiping my mouth, I leaned over for a casual glance, not expecting to see anything but ever hopeful.

I jerked my head back. Mom was standing on the platform, half twisted around and craning her neck up to look at the cliff, one hand shading her eyes. I'm sure if it hadn't been for the bright sun, she would have seen me. Cautiously, I set the can down and stretched out on the grass. I debated for several moments on whether it was safe to look over. Desire won over caution and I finally peeked over the edge.

Mom was sitting with her knees drawn up and her hands clasped around them like she had the day before as she gazed over the lake. I was pleased to see she had removed her running shoes because it meant she was going to stay for a while. Occasionally, she canted her head down as voices drifted by on the trail below. Ten or fifteen minutes passed during which I sipped the rest of the second can of beer and wished I had brought more.

When Mom stood up and stretched, excitement threaded through my solar plexus from my throat and down to my scrotum. It reverberated throughout my body as she unhurriedly pulled the thick beach towel from her backpack and spread it on the platform. My hand cupped my balls in anticipation of what was to come.

Mom removed her jacket and the running pants while she was still standing, letting them drop beside her pack. Carefully, she sat down and resumed her former position with her hands clasped around her now bare knees. It was only a few minutes before Mom stretched her feet out straight and laid back on the towel, her arms folding over her face.

I picked up the binoculars and sidled toward the small tree growing near the edge of the cliff so my head wouldn't stick out like a sore thumb should Mom suddenly uncover her eyes and focused the glasses on her body. The compact nine-power Nikon Mom had bought for my last birthday to support my bird-watching hobby were perfect for the task at hand: ogling Mom's hot body.

Slowly panning Mom from head to toe, my cock and balls swelled into the grass underneath. I could see every nook and cranny from her tanned feet to the light brown, "heathery" hair for which she had been named.

Mom wore a bikini today which was, if anything, skimpier than the panties she wore yesterday. However, the greater difference was in the construction. Whereas the triangle of the panties had ended in straps that swung up and over Mom's hips to link to the back end, the strings on this one met at Mom's hips and were tied together in bows. Not that I cared, it was just something I saw in passing, the way I typically noted fine details while bird watching.

On closer examination, the material was much silkier and flimsier on the bikini. It didn't look like it could be worn for swimming though I would have dearly loved to see Mom in it when it was wet. Even dry, I could discern a hint of the structure of Mom's privates underneath. They suddenly pulsed toward me as Mom stretched in the sun, elucidating a hidden rise. When Mom settled back onto the towel, a camel toe became clearly evident.

Mom lay quite still while her body soaked up the warmth of the sun. Though I eyed her intently, I was oddly aware of the birds singing and flitting about in the trees with greater activity. Eventually, I focused the glasses on the small patch of bikini covering Mom's pussy and, with the zoom, was able to clearly discern her mound. As I watched, I imagined myself blowing hot air on it until it throbbed, begging for more. Feeling kind, I mentally kissed it, aware that my lips actually pursed in support. I was startled when, in reality, Mom's bikini patch seemed to pulse up toward me just as the bird chirping became louder.

I pulled the glasses away and took a deep breath! Just in time, because Mom's arms unfolded from her face to reveal open eyes. It crossed my mind that we were strangely in tune with nature here. Had my mind had actually influenced Mom to push her pelvis up as if reading my mind? Had the movement startled her into awareness of my presence at some level, and had the birds warned me? I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I was thinking nonsense.

Mom tipped her head back and arched her back, reaching underneath herself with both hands. I was glad I had withdrawn the binoculars and nestled my head close to the tree trunk. A few seconds later, Mom's hands emerged holding the ties to the bikini top. One released its string while the other dragged its catch up and over to drop it onto the pack. Mom was now half naked.

The glasses were back in place as soon as Mom closed her eyes. Such perfect tits! I could definitely see her nipples now whereas yesterday I was mostly guessing. Her breasts didn't look as large today but I knew if she sat up they would sling forward with surprising force in an abrupt departure from her chest, it was just that she was lying down. I imagined holding them in such a position and feeling press of her nipples as they stabbed into my palms.

Just then, one of Mom's hands slid down from her face and brushed over her breast, the thumb, bringing up the rear, slowly dragging over the nipple. I quickly glanced up to confirm that her eyes were still closed. Dipping down, I caught the edge of Mom's hand as it finishing scraping past her nipple, just in time to see the latter snap back. It hadn't finished vibrating before Mom grasped her other tit and squeezed it, pushing the nipple up stiff and hard. I gleefully watched as she repeated this sequence half a dozen more times, each time grinding my cock hard into the grass. Fantastic!

I was disappointed when Mom's hand left her beast to slip lower on her body. It swirled around on her tummy, circling the navel, then slid down onto her thigh where it stopped, palms down and fingers stretched out along the ridge of her legs. Mom's other hand slid down her chest, over her tummy, and onto the other thigh.

She rested like that for some time before her pelvis lifted in another languid stretch. After several long seconds, Mom's hands returned to her tummy as she settled back onto the towel but her right hand soon crept down to rest on the little patch of material. It lay there for a moment doing nothing, or so I thought until I detected a slight movement. I had to do a double take to be sure of what I was seeing. Mom's longest finger was crooking in and stretching out, in, and out. She was tickling her pussy and it was rising to meet its tormenter!

I gripped the glasses hard as I watched Mom's finger gradually move more frequently but executing the same languid scratch over and over. My fingers must have been white, I was holding the glasses so hard. Scratch, scratch, scratch, over and over, for at least three minutes now.

I almost missed it when Mom pulled her hand back just as I lifted up to let my aching boner straighten out along the grass. Her hand moved back but this time she pushed all her fingers under the little patch of material. I groaned as I watched her knuckles press against the inside of the material while her fingertips pressed into... oh Jeez, another groan.

I humped the grass. Mom moved her left hand up to grab that tit, squeezing it hard and lifting it up. Her head twisted sideways and her pelvis lifted up to press against her hand. I held the glasses with one hand as I hurriedly pushed my shorts down with the other. Twisting sideways without missing a single tweak of Mom's fingers, I grasped my cock and started stroking it.

Mom stopped. She withdrew her hand from her pussy and released her tit. Pressing both hands flat on her tummy, fingers splaying out to encircle her navel, she slowly drew them away until her fingertips grazed the concave sides of her waist, then slid down until each was at the little bows that kept her bikini together. Her fingers fiddled and pulled away, drawing the strings of the bikini away from her body, then pushed them down toward her feet and dropped the strings by her thighs. The little triangular patch had been pulled away and now rested between Mom's thighs. Her pussy, now bare, was crowned by a small patch of heathery brown hair.

I fumbled the glasses but managed to catch them, then pressed them so hard into my face my eyes hurt. Mom's legs opened and the triangular patch dropped between them as her pelvis twitched several times. She was sunning herself, opening her legs to warm her pussy, shifting from side to side to enjoy the maximum benefit of the rays. Rising up and opening wider, a narrow pink slit appeared at the juncture of her yawning thighs. Mom held her ass up and the slit widened. I yanked my cock furiously, beating it hard.

Both of Mom's hands returned to her tits and squeezed them hard as her ass lifted even higher and her hips gyrated in small, irregular circles, her legs alternately opening and closing. The right hand released its tit and slipped down over Mom's tummy until it cupped her bucking pussy, clutching it hard since it seemed determined to throw her hand off.

Mom's leg muscles showed the strain as her pelvis flipped about. I released my cock and grabbed the glasses with both hands, jerking them around in a futile effort to keep Mom's pussy in focus. Yeah, oh man, her finger was pushing inside. I thought I'd been mistaken but now I could plainly see it shoving in and out. I imagined I could hear it sucking in and out. Fucking fantastic! I humped my cock into the grass, ignoring the pain as it chafed through to the dirt underneath. Go Mom, go!

Mom's wild writhing slowed down to long, intense jerks that held for a second or two, then lurched into another position, again and again. She was coming and so was I, spurting into the grass and dirt. A minute later, Mom had collapsed onto the thick towel and was lying still except for an occasional twitch. A few minutes later, she twisted around onto her tummy and curled her arms up to make a pillow.

After cleaning myself up, I got a beer out of my pack and sat with crossed legs, peering over the edge at Mom with the glasses held in one hand. Her legs were now tight together and her feet lifted every a couple of times a minute for a few seconds before settling back down, sometimes both feet together and others just the left or right.

I sipped my beer and enjoyed the sight of her sated, naked body. When Mom shifted her feet apart about a foot or two, I dropped the beer and used both hands to focus the glasses. With her feet apart Mom's cheeks took on individual definition, like two pears sitting side by side. When she lifted her feet, they bunched up as her muscles tensed to pull her calves up.

Something else caught my attention. Between Mom's cheeks, I could see a tuft of her light brown pubic hair sticking out. I strained to see but couldn't verify that it was wet though my imagination screamed, Of course it is!

Oh, to be lying between those legs, rubbing my cock between those heavenly cheeks and dipping it into her slit. I started stroking myself again. As I watched, Mom's ass twitched more frequently and my strokes, in tandem, became stronger and more frequent. Her twitches seemed to match my humps as if we were in tune with each other.

One of Mom's hands uncurled from under her head, crept under her tummy, and pushed lower. Her ass began lifting up and pressing down soon after. My hand regained the furious rate it had recently experienced, falling out of sync with Mom. I stood up and started wanking my cock hard, watching Mom's ass move up and down, humping her hand. My hand literally flew up and down my cock.

"Ahhhhhhhhh," I hoped that hadn't been out loud. My spunk flew through the air, one spurt after another, falling in slow motion, three blobs of cum, falling, down, down, silently, majestically, until it hit... I held my breath... the platform, about two feet above Mom's head.

Whew!

I stumbled back from my dangerous perch at the edge of the cliff and bent over, squeezing the last drops of cum from my ravaged cock. Regaining enough breath to stand, I pulled my shorts up and grabbed another beer. Still breathing raggedly, I approached the edge of the cliff and knelt down, then peered over the edge.

Mom was sitting, knees drawn up and hands clasped around them, gazing over the lake. The sun was nearing the end of its afternoon arc. It would soon be time to go. I cracked the tab on the beer and started to lift it to my parched lips but froze mid-air when Mom's head turned slightly, cocked to listen. I held my breath and leaned back, afraid to shuffle away lest I make more noise but readied myself to do so if Mom turned more to look up. Thankfully, she turned back to look at the lake and I breathed a sigh of relief. I took a big swig and, satisfied, watched Mom gaze at the lake. She sat for quite a while. I guess she wanted to embed the scene in her memory well enough to last while she was away. Mom and Dad were leaving the next night on a red-eye.

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I had waited for fifteen minutes after Mom left to be sure she didn't hear me come down from the bluff. I was greeted with the noise of a small party emanating from the backyard when I entered the front door. Mom was in the kitchen, still wearing the running suit, preparing dinner. She didn't look at me when she spoke.

"I guess we're having a barbecue," she said, sounding none too pleased.

I looked outside. Dad was entertaining Cody and Sheila and they seemed to have already had a few drinks. Their teenagers were by at the pool: the son swimming and the daughter stretched out on one of the lounges. My eyes were drawn to a newcomer walking from the patio toward the kids because that's where Cody was looking while Dad did little to hide his appreciation of Sheila's body while she turned to see what her husband was looking at.

The nice young body stopped beside Cody's daughter and turned sideways to watch his son in the pool. It was a younger version of Sheila. This must be her sister, come to watch the kids while their parents and mine left on their trip. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, I thought.

I shook my head. Could this replace what I was enjoying with Mom in our forest retreat? No way! Had I thought 'our' forest retreat. Hmmmmm. Why couldn't this young woman go on the trip and leave Mom for me? My groin stirred at the thought. Thinking of the platform and Mom turned my thought into a suggestion. In the forest, it had felt like my desirous thoughts had influenced Mom to remove her clothes. Could I possibly suggest a substitution, implant the notion in this young woman's mind that she should go in Mom's stead?

"Nice, isn't she," Mom asked.

I blushed. Again, I was ashamed of my thoughts in Mom's presence. What a selfish, riduculous idea, depriving Mom of her holiday just to provide me with masturbation fantasies. Well, at least, she didn't know what I was thinking.

"Not bad," I answered. "Could be better," I added, truthfully.

"Not in Cody's eyes," Mom said, adding, "but your father might agree with you."

I looked at Dad whose eyes were glued on Sheila's ass as she twisted over in the lounge to refill her wine glass. Did he not think anyone could see him, or did he just not care?

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder," I stated, sagely.

I turned to Mom and gave her a big bear hug, holding her perhaps a bit too tight and for longer than necessary, and releasing her only when the thought sprang into my mind of her body writhing on the platform in the sun. I was definitely blushing now.

"I think you're the best looking woman in the house," I said.

Mom laughed. "Yeah, sure" she said.

I started to protest but Mom suggested I pour her and myself a drink. "We've got a lot of catching up to do," she said. "Why don't you keep me company while I make dinner?"

I watched Mom as she prepared the food for the barbecue. Neither of the other women came into offer her a hand and she refused my help. I was more than glad to just watch her and had ample opportunity, as Mom busied herself about the kitchen, to realize that she was naked under the running suit. When she was done, she sat down for a breather by the kitchen table.

"Bring me my wine, will you love?" she asked.

I brought Mom her wine, which she had ignored until now. She took it and immediately brought it to her lips for a long sip which was a treat because the running suit opened up as she tipped her head back. The zipper had come undone quite a ways while she had bustled about and I was treated to a close-up profile of Mom's naked breasts. I wasn't expecting her to lower the glass as quickly as she did.

"I guess I really do have an admirer, even if it is my son," she laughed.

Before I could protest, or even blush, Mom stood up.

"Well, let's go get this show on the road."

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After everyone had been fed, the kids went home. Shannon—that was Sheila's sister's name—stayed behind to continue partying. She hadn't covered up after taking a swim and, with the drinks flowing faster, her body was appreciated even more intensely by her sister's husband, and periodically by my father as he seemed torn on where to settle his eyes: Shannon's body or Sheila's. Sheila seemed to be winning, especially after she stripped down to her bra and panties and went for a swim too. I think the swim was just an excuse to display her body. Both Sheila and Shannon were attention hounds and they were obviously immersed in a long-running competition.

It was as if Mom and I weren't even there. Mom kept her running suit on but the zipper strayed closer to her waist, not that either Dad or Cody noticed. But I sure did. It was probably the drinks, which Mom took her fair share of, but she didn't seem to mind when she looked my way and caught me peeking. Maybe she wasn't even aware of my stolen glances or even the fact that her tits were plainly visible when she leaned forward in her chair, which she did more and more as the evening wore on. She never refilled her glass, instead asking me to every time, which afforded me long close-up views of her tits. I almost hated to leave when I finally had to take a piss.

I returned to a row.

"You have to go," Dad roared in drunken anger. "We can't cancel the trip now. It's too late to get a refund."

"I don't have to go, and you don't have to cancel the trip."

Everyone yelled at once, except Shannon. I was still in the kitchen, in the dark. Nobody knew yet that I had returned from the bathroom. Mom threw her hands out wide and shushed them.

"Calm down, everybody! Just listen!" Mom yelled.

Dad started to speak again.

"Just listen!" Mom shouted.

The crowd acquiesced.

"Nobody has to cancel their trip. I'm staying home, and Shannon can go in my place."

Several mouths dropped open. They were all stunned. Shannon looked confused, as did everyone else, but she leaned forward with interest, her eyes shining. Sheila wasn't sure if she was too happy with what she'd just heard but both Cody and Dad looked like they were just realizing that they had been given a new bag of candy. Sheila started to say something but Mom cut her off.

"I'll look after the kids. It's that or cancel the trip because I'm not going."

I didn't know what had happened but was sure that Mom had finally got fed up with Dad's wandering eyes, or had he actually been stupid enough to touch Sheila in front of Mom?

Dad began a faint-hearted protest but Mom cut him off again.

"He's my son and I'm staying. I'm not leaving him to deal with this on his own. I wouldn't enjoy myself anyway. It would be on my mind the whole time."

Sheila nodded. For all her extroversion and flirting, she was a decent mother. Dad threw his hands up but in submission rather than protest. Cody tried unsuccessfully to suppress his joy.

Looking at Dad, Mom said, "He'll be fine. You go and enjoy the beach. You work hard and there's no reason for you not to get away with our friends just because of my maternal instincts. It would make me miserable if you didn't go."

Dad nodded and did his best to look reluctant to accept Mom's wishes, perhaps realizing how cad-like it would be to show his pleasure. Shannon looked ecstatic.

"Heather, I don't know what to say."

"There's nothing to say. It's not like you're taking advantage of anything. You just happened to fall into a great trip."

"Thank you, thank you so much," Shannon blurted, ignoring Mom's meaning and rushing over to hug Mom in her chair as if it was really a favor for her.

"Well, that was a downer," Sheila cried. "I think I'll go home."

Cody piped up, raising his glass, "We should have one more to celebrate Shannon's windfall."

"Hear, hear," Dad replied, tossing his glass back.

I stepped up to the doorway so Sheila wouldn't discover me listening in the dark as she left.

"Here's our patient now," she cried. "See you when we get back," she said, passing by me instead of giving me the perfunctory hug she always 'rewarded' me with.

I walked out onto the patio. Shannon, who had tossed me the odd disinterested glance through the evening, nodded but quickly looked away as if my presence was suddenly awkward for her. Cody and Dad each chimed in with 'Hey buddy' but also looked uncomfortable.

Only Mom seemed pleased to see me. She got up and said, "Give me a hug, baby."

When she released me, she said, "I'm done for the night too."

Given the confusingly cool reception I had received outside, I followed Mom into the house.

"What's up, Mom?" I asked, seeking an explanation for what had happened in my absence.

"Nothing. A strange feeling came over me and I'm not going, that's all. I'm tired," she said. "I'll tell you about it tomorrow."

Dad and Cody were already laughing it up with Shannon who, shrieking with delight, pranced toward the pool with what was supposed to be a sexy gait but fell short. No matter, the stumbling of a drunk woman was appealing enough, at least, to two drunk men.

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I meant to get up early the next morning to hear the explanation I had failed to get the night before, not just why Mom had decided not to go on the trip but specifically what role I had played in the excuse. Mom had said she wasn't going because of me due to a problem I supposedly had, and then everyone had treated me like some kind of leper.

I had hoped to corner Dad to find out what was going on but he was still out like a light even though it was late morning and I couldn't rouse him. As I descended the stairs, I heard Mom singing to herself. Turning into the kitchen, I caught her just as she was zipping up her backpack. She was wearing yet another body-hugging running suit, this time, a shimmery green outfit.

"Good morning, Rick. Isn't it beautiful out today?" Mom flung her arm in a sweeping gesture toward the back window. "Another gorgeous day."

I was a little surprised that Mom wasn't hung over. She hadn't consumed as much as the others but she had certainly had much more than me.

"Uh, yeah, it sure is," I mumbled. "Say, can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Talk? Sure, you can talk to me anytime you want, sweetie, but you'll have to do it on the run." Mom picked up the backpack and brushed past me.

"Uh, Mom. It will only take a minute," I cried, rushing to catch up to her but she was already at the door and had opened it.

"Ok," she answered. "You can tell me on the way to the lake." She was out the door and heading across the grass to the road.

"Wait... Mom, wait," I yelled, scrambling to get my running shoes on, but she kept going.

I got my runners on and stumbled through onto the grass, half turning when I realized I hadn't shut the door and was only wearing my pajama bottoms but, looking at Mom's retreating figure, I ran after her.

"Mom! Wait up."

She ignored me and continued at a brisk pace. I didn't catch up to her until she was fifty feet down the trail to the lake. I tried talking to her but her pace was too quick and I gave up. I was sure she would stop at the viewpoint on the hill down before the end of the lake where the secret path departed for the platform. She wouldn't want me following along unless she wasn't going there. I plodded after her in silence, several times having to speed up to avoid being left behind.

Sure enough, Mom veered off the trail to the viewpoint. She didn't sit down on the bench positioned there to take advantage of the view over the lake but she stood behind it, her hands resting on the back of the seat. I joined her and stood looking out over the lake.

"Beautiful isn't it?" she said.

"Yes, it certainly is," I agreed.

"We should come here more often. It's so much better than the world out there."

"It is," I concurred.

Mom started to leave. Panicked that I wouldn't find out what had happened last night, I grasped her shoulder.

"Mom, about last night."

Mom smiled reassuringly. "I'll tell you later. Come on," she said, pulling away from me, "I want to show you something."

She was ten feet away before I could think of something to say, other than 'Wait' which she ignored. I ran after her. I was afraid she was going to show me the platform. What else could she show me here that I didn't already know about?

I didn't want her to show me. I preferred that she didn't know that I knew about it. Somehow, that made it easier for me to spy on her. If she showed me, I'd feel guilty watching her.

Damn it! Mom had stopped at the end of the lake and turned off the trail.

"Come on Rick," she gushed, her voice excited. "Follow me."

Reluctantly, I followed Mom as she ducked under the brush and then threaded her way between the mossy rocks. This time, she waited for me to catch up. At the fork in the trail, she turned right toward the platform but paused to point up the other path.

"That leads up to an incredible view over the lake. You can see everything from up there," she said, emphasizing 'everything'. My face went red but, thankfully, Mom was already heading down the heavily wooded path. Less than two minutes later, we burst into the open. The platform was before us. Mom stepped aside, extending her arm toward it.

"Ta da," she exclaimed.

I tried to look really surprised. I'm sure I overdid it but Mom didn't pick up on it.

"I know," she said in response to my exhortations of wonder. "Isn't it marvelous? To think it's been here all along and nobody knows about it. I've been coming here for months and I've never seen anyone else here, or any evidence that anyone's been here. Come on," she laughed, and ran to the platform. I followed, a sense of dread engulfing me. I sensed that my clandestine observations had come to an end.

Mom had set her backpack down and was standing on the platform, looking over the lake. She turned to call me to hurry me up but voices from people passing by on the trail below choked the words in her throat and she simply beckoned with her hand. I stood beside Mom and she slipped her arm around my waist, leaning her head against my shoulder.

"It's simply gorgeous," she gushed. I nodded and Mom added, "I wanted to share this with you."

I suddenly felt cheap about my furtive spying and disgusting hilltop masturbation. My legs felt weak and I sat down. Mom kept looking at the lake for a minute or so, then she opened her backpack and pulled out a blanket wide enough for two instead of the big towel I knew so well. She told me to move aside while she spread it out, then sat down upon it, sitting in her usual position with knees pulled up and arms clasped around them. I leaned back and braced myself on outstretched hands.

I was no longer interested in querying Mom about what she had said to get out of going on the trip. I didn't care, I was just glad she was staying. Here, in this place, I was sure my thoughts the previous night about suggestion had played a role. Whatever excuse she used was just that, a convenient excuse.

I was more concerned about what I could do to make up for my previous indiscretions. I vowed to find a way while Dad was gone. Mom deserved better than she got from Dad, and me. I fell back on the platform and covered my eyes with my arms, the way I had watched Mom do. She wanted to share this experience with me and I wanted to do that the way she did.

The sun warmed my face. It was almost noon and it was already hot enough to tan. I pictured Mom, lying on the platform, her top removed and her tiny bikini bottom barely covering her treasure. Suddenly, it was whisked away and her light brown covering was throbbing in my face. I shook my head violently and opened my eyes. Mom was still sitting with her back to me and her hands around her knees. I shook my head again and laid it back on the platform, closing my eyes once again.

Time passed, but probably only a few minutes. Except for the occasional tweet of a bird, the forest was silent. I heard the silky rustle of Mom's running suit and opened my eyes in time to catch her slipping the jacket off her right arm. She deposited it beside her pack and then leaned back until she was settled on the platform beside me. I closed my eyes but opened them a crack when I heard the rustle of her clothes again. Mom had arched her back to lift her bum up and was pushing the running pants down her thighs. She sat up and whisked them over her knees and off her feet. I closed my eyes, warmed by Mom's presence lying next to me in her bikini, the little one with the ties on the sides. The sun was hot on my face and it felt like the world was standing still. Everything was as it should be.

A cricket chattered and a squirrel and a bird responded at the same time. More crickets rose up in support of their friend, encouraging additional birds to join the chorus, but the squirrel remained alone. It was hot and I was reminded of a scene I had seen in an old movie, The Bridge on the River Kwai, when captured British officers were left standing all day in the murderous Burmese sun. It felt like I was living in a dream and my real life was far away.

I turned my head toward Mom and opened my eyes a slit. She was resting in her regular repose with her arms curled over her face. I lifted up slightly and looked down Mom's tanned body, over her breasts and tummy to the intriguing knoll nestled between her hip bones and covered only by a triangular patch of bikini. I stared hard, first at the puffy rise and then into the dips next dorr just inside Mom's hips where the bikini cords stretched taut from pelvic bones until they landed on the pout of her tummy. The little patch of material was pressed so tightly against Mom's skin I witnessed several trembles, in reaction to what? I fell back to the platform and closed my eyes, picturing what hid underneath, my hand straying down to cover the rise in my shorts.

Like an exploded photograph, details leapt from my recent memory of the zoomed-in binoculars as I had stared at Mom's pussy after she bared it to the sun. Wisps of light brown pubic hair tossed carelessly this way and that, lightly blowing in an imaginary breeze. I licked my lips with a dry tongue. Crickets whistled. I wasn't sure if they were real or from the memory of the movie but they seemed angry with me.

I was startled when Mom's hand bumped my shoulder. I opened my eyes but quickly shut them again. Mom had sat up and was removing her top. I tried not to breathe lest she change her mind, ludicrously trying to conceal my presence. I waited a full minute after she was quiet before cautiously opening my eyes.

Magnificent. Mom had completely removed her top and my eyes were greeted with her bare breasts, lighter where the top had been, but only barely. Her areole were capped by wondrous nipples, perhaps half an inch or more tall and about as wide. I struggled to control my breathing as I stared at them. I wanted to get up so I could look down upon those gorgeous orbs but knew I couldn't. I was afraid to disturb Mom in case she realized what she'd done and put her top back on. I pictured licking her breasts and gently sucking a nipple into my mouth. The squirrel chattered loudly as if to chasten me. I closed my eyes.

The squirrel continued and was soon joined in his nattering by a colleague. Perhaps they sensed my thoughts. My lips were moving as my dream about sucking Mom's nipples continued. I pictured her pussy. It was covered by the bikini again but literally throbbed under the material. I formed a mental command, Take it off.

Yes, take it off, the squirrels chimed in, suddenly changing sides.

Release it! I urged, my lips munching on Mom's imaginary nipple.

The platform creaked and I opened my eyes to see what was happening. Mom's arms were by her sides but her eyes were still closed. Her fingers were fiddling and I almost cried out in glee when I saw what they were up to: untying the bow at the side of her bikini!

Forgetting that Mom could open her eyes at any moment, I actually lifted my head to watch as Mom lifted the little triangular patch and dragged it up between her legs. It gave a struggle and the material stretched until Mom lifted her bum. It yielded with a snap. The hand closest to me dropped its string while the other pulled it away and deposited the bikini on the platform. Mom's arms slowly lowered to curl over her face, covering her eyes again.

I got up onto my elbow as quietly as I could and stared at Mom's newly bared pubic thatch. It was mashed down in places but the center was pulled up in a mini-Mohawk. It seemed darker there and I leaned closer to confirm my suspicion that it was because her slit lay underneath the wispy ridge. Mom's pelvic mound looked like a painting, everything rigid and fixed except for a tremble in her tummy so tiny it didn't even disturb the little Mohawk. I wished for a breeze and, magically, a gentle puff of wind suddenly brushed past the tuft of heathery hair.

"You should take your clothes off, or you'll get a farmer's tan," Mom offered quiet advice.

I jerked my head back and my face immediately blazed crimson. Mom had caught me red-handed staring at her pussy! I started to stammer a defense but then realized that her arms still covered her face. She hadn't seen me. She didn't know I had been looking.

Relieved, I pulled my t-shirt over my head and tossed it beside me. I leaned forward to take my running shoes off and had the left one done before I felt the impact of Mom's words. She had just asked me to take off my clothes. Surely, she knew I would have to lean forward, next to her nude body, so it must be ok by her for me to look. I couldn't quite believe it yet I turned and leisurely dragged my eyes up and down Mom's body, lingering on her tits and pussy, checking that her eyes were still covered, then back to her tits and pussy, and down her long, shapely legs, past the ankle bracelet to her bare feet and their painted toes. Fucking great!

I yanked my right shoe off and quickly shoved my pajamas down my legs. Christ, I had forgotten that I'd run out of the house in my pajamas. I was naked. Oh well, Mom was naked too, wasn't she? I leaned back on one elbow and resumed my examination of Mom's body, especially her pussy. Everything was wonderful but that was especially intriguing.

Involuntarily, I stretched my free hand towards it, catching myself when my wrist brushed past my wayward boner. Shit! I wished I had put on shorts and underwear before running after Mom. I could have kept my underwear on. If Mom opened her eyes now...oh shit. I refocused on Mom's pussy. Her legs seemed to have spread open a bit, or something had happened to make her pussy lips more evident, showing just a hint of her slit. As I stared, the birds began to sing.

Mom's pussy seemed to pulse, like it did when I had stared at it through the binoculars, wishing for it to do so. I quickly looked at Mom's face but it was still covered. Her breasts had swollen in the sun and her nipples now seemed longer, though no wider. I leaned closer to look. Yes, definitely longer than half an inch now. My lips moved again but I managed not to drop them onto Mom's tits.

I swiveled back to her pussy, lifting myself off my elbow to get a better look. Bending near, I smelled her heavy, musky aroma. I waved my hand over her hair and the Mohawk tuft seemed to follow it back and forth. Mom's legs opened, very slowly, and a pinkish slit appeared like a fissure during an earthquake.

"You can touch it if you want," Mom said.

I jerked my head back and snapped my face toward her. Mom's arms still covered her eyes. All I could see was her mouth. Had I imagined her permission?

"Go ahead," she said. "I know you want to."

I couldn't move, just physically couldn't move. I wasn't sure if Mom was actually speaking or if I was dreaming. I had definitely heard the words but couldn't remember if her lips had moved. I stared at Mom's magical, inviting pussy. I yearned to feel it. Was I just hearing what I wanted to hear?

Mom's thighs parted and her pubic hair pulled apart. Her pelvis lifted, pushing her treasure upward. I checked Mom's face again. This time, her lips moved.

"I know it was you up there."

A sharp, hot stone dropped through my throat and into my stomach. The squirrels renewed their furious chatter. I could hardly breathe. She knew! Shame drenched me. Did she know I had whacked off as I watched her? I shook my head, denying it, trying to clear my mind. No, she couldn't have seen, but... she probably knew I had.

My God. A thought ricocheted through my skull. Mom had pleasured herself in front of me. She had stretched and spread her legs, touched her tits, even pushed her fingers inside her cunt. And, the whole time, she knew I was up there. My head was ringing.

"Touch it," Mom whispered.

I stared at her pussy. My hand stretched out, almost there, hovering, closing in. My fingers trembled.

"Just remember, it's me you're touching, not a thing."

I turned back to acknowledge the instruction from her covered face but Mom's arms had lifted and her head was tipped forward, eyes open and intense.

"Touch me, Richard," she whispered.

Richard. She only called me that when she was mad at me, but she wasn't mad now. She needed me, I could see that, almost as much as I needed her. We were alone, in this forest, on this magical platform in our own secret world. No one else mattered. Nothing existed except for Mom's naked body stretched before me and our desire, our want, our need.

"Touch me, Richard," she repeated.

I didn't have to look to know she was urging her pussy up toward my hand. Richard, she said, not Rick. A man's name.

My fingertips floated onto Mom's soft pussy hair, pressing it down and brushing it around in a small circle. Mom let her head fall back and her arms covered her face again. I twisted my hand around and cupped her pussy, pushing down between her legs and then bringing my palm up to press on her mound. Mom expelled a long sigh.

I pulled my hand up a little higher, enough to let my longest finger find and settle into the groove atop Mom's legs. I leaned forward and kissed her tummy, just below her navel, slipped my tongue out and dragged it up until the tip sank into the hole. Mom sighed as I swirled the tip of my tongue inside her navel, then dragged it up between her breasts, licking the side of one. There, I satisfied my long held wish and moved my mouth over her right breast, dropping it over her nipple and sucking it into my mouth.

"Ohhhh, yes," Mom whispered.

I sucked harder and Mom encouraged me with womanly sounds such as I had never heard. I was, after all, a virgin. I wasn't sure exactly what to do but relied upon my hours and hours of late night viewing of internet porn, my headphones firmly fixed on one ear but half off the other to listen for the danger of approaching footsteps nearing my room.

Apparently, I had been a good student because Mom seemed to enjoy the way I sucked her nipples and the press of my fingertip seemed most welcome in her moist slit. I wanted to shove my fingers in hard, like I'd seen sluts on the web enjoy so much, but Mom's instruction to remember it was her I was touching held me back. She must know how limited my experience was, and with that simple guidance, imbued me with a basic but acceptable skill. Gentle does it.

I worked my fingertip inside Mom's slit very slowly, a little bit at a time, always drawing out after a brief insertion to rub around the outside of her slit and even in broader circles around the edge of her mound. That's how I discovered a spot above her slit that seemed to be particularly sensitive. I wanted to dwell there but the call of her slit pulled me away. The crickets, birds and squirrels were now conducting a symphony but I barely heard them.

I dragged my face from Mom's tits, trailing my tongue across her tummy to her navel and then below. Soon, my tongue was teasing around that sensitive spot while my fingers, now deep inside, curled and straightened, curled and straightened, again and again, inside Mom's cunt. I pulled my fingers out and teasingly caressed the inside of her long thighs, all the way to her knees, then slowly scratched my way back.

Arriving, I flicked my fingertips sideways at the entrance, tweaking her lower lips and mocking her need, evident by the lift of her hips as she tried to lodge my fingertips back inside her. Instead, I lowered my hand to her knees again while she moaned in complaint, mumbling, "Oh my God," several times.

Returning to the breach, I surprised myself and Mom by lowering my mouth and plunging my tongue deep inside her cunt. Mom's hands clutched my head, urging it even deeper and moving it to places she was too impatient for me to discover on my own. I offered no resistance to her steerage and concentrated instead on flicking my tongue about, at first in a measured fashion but then randomly because the surprise seemed to please her more. I kept my head between Mom's legs—or more correctly, didn't try to pull it away—until Mom suddenly bucked her hips into the air and humped my face for a full thirty seconds, then slumped back only to shove into my face several more times with spastic jerks of her hips. Finally, she was still, almost.

"My God, that was incredible," Mom murmured, her face still covered by her arms.

I sat up, my face slick with her juice, and surveyed her body, still writhing slowly on the blanket in response to sensations emanating from within. After a minute or so, her legs relaxed and she slowly spread them apart. I looked at Mom but her face was still covered. Nevertheless, this was an invitation I wasn't going to pass by. I twisted onto my knees and lowered my cock, which felt enormous and very hard, down to her waiting pussy.

I braced myself on my elbows, hovering over Mom's breasts, loving the feel of her hard nipples grazing across my chest as I nudged the tip of my cock into her slit. I wished she would uncover her face so I could see her expression when I pushed inside but she didn't. I shoved my cock into Mom's cunt.

Oh, wow! Unfucking believable. My hand was ruined forever. What a feeling! Resistance, glorious, slick resistance... clinging, sucking, wet and hot. Mom's head tipped back as I neared my full extent and her arms fell away from her face. She looked almost in pain but I quickly understood that it was joy and I felt proud to be able to make Mom feel that way. I pushed in firmly and Mom's head lifted, her eyes and mouth opening.

"Kiss me," she cried, her arms encircling my head.

I kissed Mom, covering her lips with my mouth and plunging my tongue in hers, sparring and twisting around her ever-moving, animated vine. We broke the kiss and I pulled away to look at Mom. Watching her steadily, I pulled my cock out as slowly as I could, then plunged it forcefully back inside. I grunted with the effort and expelled a moan from the sheer ecstasy of the sensations her cunt imparted to my worshipping cock. I loved the way Mom tipped her head back and released an answering moan. I grasped the sides of her face and sunk my tongue into her mouth again, holding her in a long kiss as my cock pumped in and out of her many times.

I don't think we actually ended that kiss. I think it extended throughout the short duration of our first fuck, so brief yet intense. I only remember lying with my head face down beside Mom's, gasping, my cock emptying inside her, her hands sliding up and down my back and her feet digging into my thighs. By the time I had recaptured my breath, Mom was moving her hips in tiny fucking movements and we were humping again shortly thereafter. That was a much longer coupling but I hardly remember it either. All I can recall now is escalating waves of intense sensations, rising with every writhing twist of our bodies, straining to maximize contact until we reached a crescendo and burst through, crashing on the other side like an abused and abandoned cliché.

I extricated myself from between Mom's legs and sat up. She remained lying beside me but didn't cover her face. I stared into the distance, like Mom did when she first arrived at the platform each day, my mind in turmoil, struggling to come to terms with what had just happened.

"Gorgeous, isn't it?"

"Yes," I answered, then added, "It seems even more beautiful today."

"That's because it's Earth Day."

"What?" I twisted around to look at Mom.

"Earth Day. It's Earth Day today."

I looked back at the view over the lake. "I meant, it seems even more beautiful now, because... you know."

"I know." Mom sat up and clasped her hands around her knees in her typical vista-gazing posture. "But it actually happened because of Earth Day."

"I don't understand."

"I found this place months ago and I've been coming ever since. I just needed a place to get away at first, to get some peace so I could think, but then I began looking around me, really looking around. I found that, if I closed my eyes, I felt part of this place, really part of it."

I nodded, as if I understood.

"That's when I started reading up on Earth Day. I wanted to become part of it, to join a protest or do something to celebrate it, because I really do feel part of this place now."

I nodded but I had only vague sense of what Mom was trying to say.

"That's how I knew the very first time you followed me, that day you tried to bring me the water."

"You knew?"

"Yes," Mom confirmed. "I sensed your presence."

I looked away.

"I didn't forget the water," Mom admitted.

I turned to look at her and she held my gaze.

"I wanted you to find this place, to find me, so I could share it with you," she said.

"I don't understand," I said.

"I wanted to have you here, to pull you out of that phony world out there, if only for a few hours."

"Then, you planned..."

"No! Oh, no. Nothing was planned, and definitely not that."

"Then, how..."

"I don't know. I expected you to come here. I wanted to sit here and look at the lake together, just the two of us, without speaking, or worrying about anything."

Mom looked out over the lake and continued without looking at me.

"I heard you coming that first day. The squirrels and birds let me know." Mom laughed. "But you went by, up to the bluff. I waited for you to come back down but you didn't and I knew you were up there, watching me."

Mom paused.

"I don't know, something came over me, a weird feeling that made me stand up and take off my running suit. I don't know why. I acted like I was tanning but I was only wearing a bra and panties."

I interjected. "I thought you were wearing a bikini at first."

Mom looked at me and smiled. "You did?"

I nodded and she laughed.

"Oh. I thought I was being so obvious but then realized you didn't know I knew you were there. Then I felt this wickedly delicious feeling whoosh over me, knowing I was lying below you in my panties." Mom laughed again. "And all the time, you thought it was a bathing suit."

I laughed, seeing the joke. I initial reaction was to let Mom continue believing that I thought she was wearing a bikini but that would be dishonest and out of place here. I confessed and she seemed pleased to know that I knew I was watching her in her panties and bra.

"I didn't feel bad about it here but as soon as I left I started feeling guilty. Still, the next day, I paraded myself in front of you again but at least I wore a bikini. I couldn't help it. I knew you were up there and I wanted to show you my body, show you the result of all the work I've put into it over the last year. God only knows, your father hasn't noticed."

Mom's voice changed, became angry.

"All he can see is Sheila. Is that why..."

She jerked her hand, as if tossing an imaginary stone.

"No! Of course not. You don't do something like this because you're spurned. Anyway, nothing out there matters, not here."

Mom took a deep breath.

"So, that feeling overwhelmed me again and I..."

"You touched yourself," I completed her sentence.

Mom looked at me, then nodded. "Yes, I touched myself. I knew you were watching, that you probably loved what you were seeing, and I wanted to reward you, but I got carried away. I...imagined you, making love to me."

"You were thinking of me when you did that?"

"Yes," Mom looked down and her voice dropped to a whisper. "I was ashamed of myself, doing that, in front of you."

"I felt ashamed spying on you when you didn't know I was there," I admitted.

Mom looked at me, eyes forgiving. "You needn't have been ashamed, Richard. I knew you were there and wanted you to watch." Her eyes turned mischievous. "Did I make you come?"

"Yes," I whispered.

I stretched my arm around Mom's shoulder and pulled her to me.

"What now?" I asked.

"Whatever you want," she replied. "We can leave it all here and chalk it all up to a silly mistake."

"I don't think it was silly," I said. "I think it was beautiful, like this." I waved my free hand at the vista before us. "And you."

Mom didn't say anything.

"What about Dad?" I asked. "How can this work with Dad at home?"

"He's leaving tonight."

"I know, but he'll be back in two weeks."

"Well, that's two weeks away. Maybe, you'll change your mind by then."

"I won't change my mind."

"He's going to be unfaithful to me. You know that, don't you?"

I nodded.

"Sheila is jealous of her sister and she'll want to get revenge. Poor Cody. His eye is on his sister-in-law but Sheila will focus the competition on your father where she has the advantage. Your Dad won't have a chance, even if he doesn't want to." Mom paused, laughed, and finished with, Not that he doesn't want to."

"He's stupid."

"You shouldn't talk about your father like that," Mom admonished, then chuckled, "but thanks for the thought."

"You're welcome," I replied.

"Do you want to make love to me again before we go back?" Mom asked.

I nodded, wearing an 'of course' expression on my face, and she smiled, pleased by my eargerness. To my surprise, Mom turned over onto her stomach, folded her arms under her head to make a pillow, and parted her legs.

"Whenever you're ready," she husked.

I scrambled over Mom and hovered over her back like I was about to do some pushups. Lowering my hips, I dug the tip of my cock between Mom's legs and dragged it up the inside of her thighs until it nudged against her pussy. I wanted to tease her now that we'd already done it but after a few nudges, I slipped inside her and quickly pushed all the way in. She felt so good and it was awesome shoving in deep and feeling the plushy flesh of her ass press against my pubes.

"Lie right...on top...of me," Mom panted.

I let some of my weight press my chest into her back but kept my elbows braced on the ground to keep most of it off her. We kissed as best we could while I slowly ground my cock in and out, sometimes using my feet to spread her legs and other times pushing her legs together.

"I love the feel of you against my ass," Mom whispered.

I ground into her harder in an effort to please her, pausing for an extended press into the sponginess of her ass at the culmination of each thrust, and was gratified to hear Mom groan in loving appreciation. I humped her with slow, hard thrusts that made the platform sway and creak, adding a string-like section to the cricket, bird and squirrel symphony. The music grew louder in concert with my thrusts, becoming steadily more majestic with my ascending exertion. Whereas our second coupling had been more of a Mozart effort, this was like a mixture of Pomp and Circumstance and Wagner.

I thought Mom was completely under my control, especially when, amidst the thunderous creaking of the platform, she began urgently humping her ass back at me. She threw her ass back slowly at first, then in a stacatto frenzy, and finally so hard she forced me up onto my feet, crouching awkwardly and hanging onto her waist to keep my cock inside her. I threw back my head and bared my teeth in Neanderthal-like triumph as the ecstasy of feeling my cock bottom out shuddered through me. Gasping and moaning, I slammed my cock into her furiously hard and fast, adding a slapping, fleshy sound to our composition.

Mom started pulling on my cock extra hard, yanking me down flat onto the platform again, closing her legs so tight she literally squeezed the cum out of me. It took me several minutes, lying on Mom's back and gasping for breath, to recover.

We didn't leave right away. After I pulled off of Mom and rested on my back, she suddenly crawled on top of me and started kissing me and pressing her mound on my flaccid cock. It didn't stay that way for long. As soon as it was ready, Mom inserted it within herself and had her way with me. I couldn't do anything to help her and realized anyway that she didn't want or need my assistance. She was completely under control and played me like Liszt, far too complicated a piece for me to be part of—even the crickets and birds fell silent in awe but nothing shuts up a squirrel—until the very end when she got very excited and pushed herself up from my chest. Sitting astride me, she threw her head back, much like I had when crouching over her butt, and had herself a hell of a time while I finally managed to contribute by grasping and massaging her tits. Sometime after she was done, we went home.

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We drove Dad and the rest of them to the airport. As soon as we got in the car, in the parking lot, Mom leaned across, unbuckled my belt and freed my cock. I was in her mouth before I knew it, looking around, watching people walk blithely by.

Sitting up, Mom said, "That was crazy but I need something to keep me sane in this insane world. Let's go home."

We celebrated Earth Day intensely for the next two weeks, religiously. The forest echoed with our creaking joy. Our lovemaking was tame yet intense on the platform, if you know what I mean, but at night, when I took Dad's place in Mom's bed, it became more sordid. I enjoyed both, the long, slow sessions in the afternoon sun, cheered on by the birds, and the frenzied night fucks with only our own gasps and grunts filling our ears. Mom often woke first and left to make breakfast for me in bed. Once, I surprised her as she was making French toast in the nude, sneaking up behind her under the cover of the crackling frying pan and slipping my hard one into her from behind. The next morning I knew she heard me coming because she cocked her ass back to welcome me just before I pushed it in.

When Dad returned, his guilt was obvious to everyone but him. I was afraid our special time would be over then but that very night Mom visited my room.

"We didn't get around to talking about it but I wanted to let you know that, as far as I'm concerned, things will continue between you and me, that is, if you them want to."

"I want," I said, pulling Mom to me.

She let me kiss her but resisted my attempts to lift her nightgown.

"We can't," she whispered. "You're too noisy."

"I need you, Mom."

It was the truth and Mom could see it was true.

"Ok, I have a little treat for you instead. Something special I've been saving to help you get over your father's return."

She sat down on the floor with her back to my bed. I looked at her, waiting for her to do something. She didn't spread her legs, though it would have been awkward to do anything with her sitting like that anyway, and anyway, she'd just said we couldn't make love. She just sat there smiling at me. I shrugged my shoulders.

Mom laughed at me then, a low throaty laugh. She leaned her head back on the edge of the mattress and whispered, "Bring me your cock."

I looked at her, uncomprehending. She lifted her head and held out her hand.

"Bring it to me," she commanded.

I walked over to her and she pulled my underwear down, letting my semi-hard cock flop out. Immediately, she grabbed it and stroked it a few times. Oh, ok. She was going to masturbate me. On her tits? Frankly, I wasn't really into that but if she thought it was a special treat, that was fine by me.

"Put your knees on the bed," Mom whispered.

I crouched and leaned forward, pressing my knees against the edge of the mattress which would have brought my cock close to Mom's face except she was holding it up. However, as soon as my knees pressed into the mattress, Mom pulled my cock down and engulfed it in her mouth.

Shocked but immensely pleased, I watched as Mom bobbed her head back and forth a dozen times before pulling her mouth off with a loud sucking sound, despite her argument to me that we couldn't do it because we would make too much noise.

Mom released a throaty chuckle, her eyes sparkling and amused, probably because of the goofy look pasted on my face.

"Do you like that?" she asked.

"Oh yeah!" I responded with enthusiasm, forgetting to whisper.


"Then, you'll probably really like this."

Mom threw her head onto my cock and pushed her mouth halfway down my shaft in an instant, but, even better, she slowly worked her mouth down, nibbling with her lips, until they were tightly sealed around my root. Shaking her head, she slowly withdrew, and finally released my cock with another loud and wet pop.

"Better?" Mom asked.

"Yeah, better," I gasped.

Mom did it again, and again, six times in total, my cock getting harder and slicker each time.

"Ok, now for the good part."

Good part? What could top what she'd just done?

Mom released my cock and grabbed my hands, pulling them to the sides of her head. Recapturing my cock in one hand, she looked up at me.

"Remember what I said to you the first time I let you touch me?"

I shook my head. Men weren't very good with anniversaries.

"I said, 'Remember it's me and not a thing.' Remember?"

I nodded. "I remember."

"Ok. Keep that in mind but enjoy yourself. I'll let you know if it's too rough." Mom squeezed the back of my thigh with one hand and I winced in pain. She laughed and said, "Have fun."

Mom stuck my cock into her mouth and grabbed the back of my legs. I held still, waiting for her to start bobbing her head and afraid she was going to squeeze me again if I moved first, but Mom didn't move. It took a gentle pull on my thighs for me to get the idea. Slowly, I started moving in and out of Mom's mouth. After a minute, I started pulling her head up to meet my cock and soon thereafter I got into the swing of fucking her face, only pulling her head up when I wanted to keep my cock in deep, and watching carefully so I could let her pull back to get a breath when she needed to. Working my cock in Mom's mouth created a lot of saliva and for some reason that made me really excited; I don't know why, but it did.

I managed to keep from coming for a long time. I just didn't want this to ever stop, it felt so fucking fantastic. I couldn't believe Mom was doing this, it seemed so contrary to our mostly gentle lovemaking on the platform. I pulled my cock out to rub it around on her face, slipped it back in, shallow and deep, playful and earnest, whatever I felt like doing.

Mom didn't look at me unless I pressed her forehead back and her eyes would fall as soon as I tipped her head up. Eventually, I couldn't hold it and let loose. I didn't mean to but some of my jiz ended up on Mom's face. When I drew back, it dripped down her front and onto her thighs, oozing between her hot legs. Her throaty laugh only exacerbated the intensity of my orgasm, pulling another squirt out to dribble onto her legs.

After that, Mom tucked me into bed, kissed me goodnight, and told me she was sure it wouldn't be long before Dad gave us an opportunity to be together again.

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Mom's premonition proved true. Shannon decided to stay on with Cody and Sheila for a few months. Dad often went over to visit them but Mom usually declined to join the party. Dad didn't protest too much.

The first time he left without Mom, she turned around on the couch to watch him walk over to Cody and Sheila's place. She didn't object too much when she felt my impatient cock sliding under her skirt from behind.

"What are you doing?" she asked, reaching back and half-heartedly trying to push me away.

"I just want to watch his guilty ass," I answered, throwing a couple of thrusts in before Dad had even crossed the road.

"You don't know for sure he did anything."

"Mom, you've got to be kidding."

"Well, he might have behaved himself."

"Do you care?"

"No, I don't." Mom dropped her head onto the back of the couch, below the window sill, and pushed her ass back. "At least, when that thing is in me, I don't."

Dad looked back at that moment. Seeing me, he waved and I waved back. We were happy in our own worlds, I guess. I'm sure that that things had played out as Mom suspected. Dad had probably been with Sheila when Cody slipped off to be with Shannon, except, rather than being the innocent pawn as Mom pegged him, I suspect he might have engineered the opportunity. The whole holiday had likely been a series of fairly obvious, 'secret' liasions but when they returned it wasn't feasible to keep up the charade. I think it was pretty clear they were having sex together as a group. Dad was so concerned about keeping the obvious secret, he didn't suspect anything was wrong at home.

While he was gone, Mom had replaced the bed in the guest room with a thick mattress made of biodegradable foam. We find it handy during the winter months. It's very quiet. We often slip down there even when Dad's at home for a quick fuck or sixty-nine, or at night, for a long one. If Mom had sucked me earlier in the day, I can manage to control myself to treat her to a long fuck. I love spreading her legs wide and holding them far back with my hands behind her knees. This way, she has little room to move or to escape the slow, tortuous plunging of my hard cock, plying her depths as I see fit. It is very hard not to let myself go but the first tentative moan is always a tremendous reward and each successive whimper and groan is even better as I slowly increase my pace, attempting to match the glory of our first time on the platform. The joy of seeing Mom below me, lost in our coupling, is the best feeling on earth.

Mom seems to take perverse pleasure in sucking me with Dad in the house, but never on the same floor. I guess she likes the thrill of proximal danger but doesn't really want to ruin everything for us. She seems particularly please when she has really drained me and on those occasion, she always invites me downstairs for a good, knees-wide fuck session.

Once, in the middle of winter, we made our way through the snow to the platform and slept there overnight in a huge sleeping bag on a tarp. In the spring, we found the platform collapsed and wondered if we had made it creak too loudly. I thought about rebuilding it but Mom set about clearing it away, neatly stacking the aged lumber against the cliff. Underneath, the grass was surprisingly healthy and thick, providing a more perfect bed for our lovemaking.

Mom has been saying she has another treat in store for me and I've been wondering what it could be? I have been champing at the bit for weeks waiting to find out but Mom has hasn't provided the slightest hint or even said when it would be coming but I knew it was today. Today was Earth Day again, my favorite day of the year.

The squirrels chattered in a sharp rat-a-tat-tat as we walked down the trail. Ahead of me, Mom abruptly stopped looked at me without turning around. Seeing where I was looking, she twisted about and brushed her hand back and forth several times across her butt, looking to see if there was some kind of stain on her pants. Seeing none, Mom fixed me with an accusing stare and chided me.

"Don't count your chickens before they hatch, mister"

At first I was taken aback, confused by her words, Then Mom's face broke into a sly grin and she turned to run away, her laughter fading as she melted into the forest. Mesmirized by her bouncing buns, I was unable to take up the chase, but it was only a moment before I broke into a run as the meaning of her words became clear to me. Joy surged through my chest as the squirrels flew through the trees beside me but, to their dismay, I slowed my pace so I could savor the chase in order to enjoy prize all the more. I loved it here.

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