Mom & Me
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Tim hadn't been dealing well with the divorce of his parents. It left him feeling angry -- angry with his father, who had sought out a younger woman, but also with his mom. She was so good-looking. Why had she let his dad leave?
It was early, still dark outside. A peek at the red LED display of the clock on his nightstand indicated he still had nearly an hour before the alarm would sound, but Tim knew he wouldn't sleep. Instead he thought about his mom, Nadine. She was a looker. Not tall, not petite either, average height. But the rest of her was anything but average.
Nadine worked out so she had a trim, firm body. Shapely too, with noticeably rounded hips and a tight ass. A cute face framed by chestnut-brown hair. As Tim thought about her physical attributes his cock stirred, and in response he rolled onto his right side, left hand sneaking beneath his underpants and squeezing on his growing bulge.
"You have such nice tits," he mumbled to himself as he recalled the outline of the firm swells jiggling unhindered beneath the thin tops she wore, rarely tucking them inside of a bra in casual situations. "Nice tits," he repeated in a softer tone as he grew stiffer.
As Tim thought about his mom's nice tits his left hand stroked his erection. He imagined himself in a dark corner of her bedroom watching her disrobing, revealing those perky boobs with the swollen pink nipples. In his mind Tim was invisible and approached her, hands reaching out, squeezing on the soft, firm tits and hard nipples.
"Oh yes," he moaned as his left hand feverishly pumped his cock, the thick cum boiling in his balls.
It didn't take him long, not when he fantasized about his sexy mom. Within a minute or two he climaxed, body tensing as the convulsions of ecstasy followed. With several hushed grunts Tim let loose his ejaculations, powerful streams of semen being unleashed as his balls were emptied.
* * * * *
At least it was Friday. Tim went to school with the knowledge that it would be over within a month, and a completely new chapter of his life would be started. He still wasn't sure what it would hold in store, but college definitely wasn't for him. He'd had enough of school, of studying, of lectures. Once the day ended he walked home.
Tim was surprised, shocked even, to see his one existing parent packing things into the back of her SUV.
"What the hell?" he shouted. "Are you leaving me now too?"
Nadine looked up, saw him, and smiled disarmingly. He sure loved her smile.
"Relax, we're going camping," she responded. "It's your eighteenth birthday. I know how you and your father loved going up to the property, so I thought it'd be a real treat."
The property she was referring to was a two-acre parcel of land along a scenic river in the mountains. Her father had bought it with plans to retire and build a rustic home there, but cancer claimed him before the dream could be realized. She inherited it, a nice place that Tim and his dad enjoyed spending time at. But since the divorce Tim hadn't been back.
"Camping?" Tim asked, incredulous. "Really, mom? Come on, you're not the type."
Her cute smile faded. "Maybe, maybe not. Won't know until we try. But we're going to try. Who knows, might even turns out you like it."
He shook his head doubtfully. "Yeah, whatever."
* * * * *
Nadine was happy when her son didn't resist too much about the camping trip. As they began the two-hour drive she glanced over several times to admire her sandy-haired boy, hair trimmed short, his developing body handsome and muscular.
Tim wasn't oblivious to the short skirt his mom was wearing, riding high, exposing her slender, shapely legs. Or to the clingy top she had on that formed to the curvature of her perky boobs, outlining them and the forward-thrusting tips.
"I might need you to help me once we get to the dirt road," she said.
"I'll get us there," he responded. "I just hope you packed more than a couple of skirts."
She flashed him a smile. "You don't like my skirt? Don't like my legs?"
"You have nice legs," he conceded. "Really nice. Bugs will too."
"Whether you know it or not this isn't my first time camping," Nadine told her son. "Your dad and I... well, you're here because of it."
Tim closed his eyes and shook his head, not really wanting to think about the moment of his creation. "Let's not go there now please."
Her facial expression turned to one of concern. "Sorry. I'm sorry about so many things, Tim. I just want to make it right, make this weekend right. You'll be starting your own life soon. I just want to make a few sweet memories for us. Memories we can share in the future."
"You let him go, mom. You just let him go."
When her eyes grew damp she gently wiped the tears away. "Yeah, Tim, I let him go."
If it had only been that simple, Nadine thought to herself. There had been so many fights they'd kept from their son, so many sleepless nights. Perhaps to Tim it appeared that she'd simply let her husband walk out, but nothing could be further from the truth. And now she wanted to... desired to touch her son as if a lover. It made no sense.
So why was she bringing him here anyway? Was it for him or for her? Was it an escape to create their own memories, or an opportunity for privacy to share something a mother and son should never even consider sharing? Guilt ripped her heart apart and reignited the tears of emotional pain and shame which now ran down her reddened cheeks unhindered.
* * * * *
Once they arrived Nadine looked around. The property was a large meadow bordered by trees, and along one side of the meadow was a slow-flowing river about twenty feet across and three feet deep at the center. There was a fire pit lined with large rocks, blackened by previous fires not far from the river.
"Maybe this is a mistake," Nadine decided in a depressed voice.
Tim approached her from behind and wrapped his arms around her narrow waist. Using her own words he repeated, "Maybe, maybe not. Won't know until we try."
Her head turned to her left so she could see his face. "You actually listened to me."
"I hear more than you think," he said, briefly kissing her on the cheek.
She smiled. "So do I."
A puzzled expression crossed his face. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It's normal for a boy your age, Tim, that's all. There's no shame in it."
His face turned red with embarrassment. "Mom, please!"
* * * * *
It was starting to get dark when Tim finished setting up the four-man tent, which really hadn't taken long at all. He turned to see his mom sitting by the river, her feet submerged, still wearing that same short skirt and clingy top.
"Tent's up," he announced as he approached her from behind and knelt down a few feet away. "Getting bit up?"
"Not even the bugs find me attractive anymore."
Tim rolled his eyes. "Mom please, you're plenty hot, hot enough to find another man if you wanted to. Don't feel sorry for yourself."
She guffawed. "Me hot? If I was..." she began but allowed her voice to trail off, not wanting to finish about how her husband had been lured away by a younger woman. Not that she was old, not at thirty eight, but she couldn't compete with an intern half her age.
"Yeah, you're hot," Tim confirmed. "Maybe dad just forgot that, forgot about how good he had it where he was."
Nadine smiled. "You're a good son, Tim. Your dad lost a lot more than just me."
Tim briefly thought back to the times he'd shared at the property camping with his dad, wondering if they'd ever share those same fun times again. Somehow he doubted it, doubted about things ever being the same between them again after what he'd done to their family.
"We still have each other," he suddenly spoke up.
She looked toward her son with a wide smile of appreciation on her glossy lips, reached out and took his closest hand into hers, fingers interlocking. "We do. And I hope we always will."
A moment later his gaze dropped and this was when she could've sworn his eyes were focused on her boobs. This thought was so intense that it caused her body to shudder, a chill racing up her spine that had both nipples stiffening, puffy, awkwardly thrusting outward. Although Nadine couldn't be sure it appeared that there was a noticeable twitch in the crotch of his shorts. There was a palpable, static-like excitement in the air surrounding them.
"Let's swim!" she decided on impulse.
"It's getting chilly," Tim protested as his mom began disrobing. "Please don't do this."
As bashful as he felt Tim couldn't help but gawk as his mom stood up and pulled the clingy top off over her head. Her long dark mane caught up in the spaghetti straps which further delayed her progress while enabling him an unobstructed view of her jiggling tits while he thought she had no idea he was staring at the perky swells.
His cock twitched with twisted arousal as he openly admired her nice chest, gazing intently at the hand-sized, naturally firm boobs and the swollen, light pink nipples that were the size and rigidity of pencil erasers and appeared to throb with every beat of her racing heart.
Once her top was off he glanced away, preferring her not to realize he'd been looking at her semi-nude body. But out of the corner of his eyes he cautiously observed as she peeled her skirt and panties off, catching a glimpse of her nice ass before she dove into the cool river.
"Mom, why are you doing this?" he questioned. "You'll be freezing when you get out."
"Then build a fire," she called out from several yards away. "I need this, Tim. I'm tired of feeling numb. I need to feel something, anything, even being cold if that's what it takes. I need to know I'm still alive."
"Trust me, you're alive," he muttered under his breath, too softly to be overheard. "You make me feel alive."
It wasn't long before Tim, aided by lighter fluid, had a large fire going in the pit. He sat close by feeding the growing flames with small branches, then larger ones. Perhaps ten minutes later he heard water splashing and sensed more than anything else his mom leaving the river and approaching.
By this time darkness had fallen and until she stepped close to the fire her body was cloaked by the night, but when he glanced in her direction her nude front was illuminated by the yellowish flames. Tim didn't hesitate as he openly enjoyed the view of her form, not only gazing at her tits but also traveling down to savor his first look at her pussy. He couldn't see much, just that her bush was mostly trimmed away with just a finger-thin strip of short, dark curls from the top of her pussy and up over her mound.
"You're right, I'm freezing," she said with a shudder. "But at least I'm feeling something." She smiled inwardly as she felt his eyes on her and relished the attention, even if it was from her son. "Still think your mom is hot?"
He felt the heat of embarrassment rise to his face but fought it back. "Yeah, I have a hot mom."
For whatever reason Tim noticed that she chose to remain undressed and knelt on the ground close by the fire across from him, her thighs widened as the warmth of the fire played over her silky skin and trim, curvy body. As hard as he tried not to look he couldn't resist, made even easier by the fact that she'd closed her eyes as she appeared to be basking in the heat.
His eyes returned to her bare tits with those flared pink nipples, while intermittently glancing down at her exposed pussy. He could see fairly well between her legs the swollen pink folds of her sex as they pulsated with life. Seeing his mom like this, stealing glances of her body in a way that was completely taboo, had his cock swelling with forbidden excitement.
"Looks like you're dry, might be warmer if you got some clothes on," he recommended in a nervous stammer.
Her eyes opened and her gaze met his, her green eyes sultry, sexy, inviting even, if he was reading her the right way.
"I'm making you uncomfortable," she realized. "I'm sorry, Tim. It's just nice to feel like I'm alive again after being so numb."
He looked down. "No, I'm not uncomfortable, I was just saying."
"Take your clothes off then," she suggested in a girl-like tone that caught him off-guard. "Know what it feels like to be alive."
He felt the heat of embarrassment return as he stammered, "N-No, I'm good mom, I feel alive enough for now."
"Afraid?" she pressed as he felt her eyes on him. "Come on, Tim, grow a pair. What are you afraid of anyway? It's not like anyone else will ever know. It's just you and me here."
I'm afraid of what I'll want to do if I do get undressed, he thought but didn't say.
"Look, mom, I don't know," he said uncertainly.
"Nadine," she responded. "Tonight just call me Nadine."
Tim shook his head. "I just don't think it's a good idea."
"Nadine," she reminded him. "You don't think it's a good idea, Nadine. Say it."
"I just don't think it's a good idea, Nadine," he emphasized for effect.
She relented. "Okay, that's fine. I understand, Tim. You're nervous. But don't ask me to get dressed when I'm enjoying being who I am, okay?"
He sheepishly nodded. "Okay, fine. Let's talk about something else."
After a few awkward moments passed she did as he requested. "How are you holding up? I'm sure it hasn't been easy for either one of us. Your dad hasn't left you feeling jaded towards women, has he?"
"What dad did was wrong, his intern too, but I haven't turned against women because of what they did. I'm managing okay I guess, still wish it hadn't gone down like it did though," he admitted. When his eyes glanced up and at her bare boobs he grew uncomfortable and excused himself. "I'll get the sleeping bags inside the tent and ready for later."
"Tim, I don't mind you looking," she called out after him. "It's nice to know that somebody still wants to."
He turned to look at her. "I'm not sure which is worse... that I want to, or that you want me to. It's not right either way."
"A lot of things that have happened aren't right, but they happened anyway," she added. "And who's the one who gets to say what is right or wrong, anyway?"
After he was gone Nadine reclaimed her shed clothing and put it back on. There was a chill in the air that was more noticeable once she left the warming flames of the fire pit and her clothing did help to ward it off. About fifteen minutes later Tim returned with a pack of hot dogs which they shared, grilling them over the fire on tree branches.
"This is nice," she commented, sensing he was considerably more comfortable with her being dressed.
"Yeah, it is," he agreed. "Just like the old times. I miss those days when life was simpler."
"At least we still have the memories."
The conversation between Tim and Nadine was intermittent and awkward. Other than her asking how school was going and if he was seeing any girls, which he wasn't, there wasn't much for them to talk about. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate her company, he did, and he knew this whole weekend trip was about connecting in some way like he and his dad had, but there was a component that was missing. Or maybe something was in the way... and he had a pretty good idea what it might be.
"Did you think to bring any wine along?" she asked, anxious to find a way of breaking the uneasy ice between them.
"Not wine, but some vodka," he admitted. "After all it is my birthday."
"I know, I'm well aware of that," she said with a chuckle. "Eighteen years sure went by quick."
"Not for me, I've been waiting for this day for a long time."
Nadine smiled with understanding. "I'm sure I felt the same way. It feels like it takes forever to grow up, but once you do life zips by in minutes instead of years."
Their conversation fell silent as they sipped on their drinks, content just to enjoy one another's company as they watched the flames consume the tree branches that Tim intermittently fed the fire with.
"Is there anything you want to ask me?" she prompted her adult son whom she sensed had something on his mind.
There was a long pause before he answered. "How was the sex between you and dad? Is that why he left?"
It took a moment for her to think things through. "It hasn't been as great in the past few years, married partners go through that. But while some work to make it work, others decide to seek other outlets."
Tim decided, "You wanted to make it work, even after dad found another outlet."
"I love your dad, still do, and yes, I wanted to make it work," she admitted. "I was hurt by the betrayal but I could still forgive him. But he's not ready to do the same, and now what we had is over."
"Mom, I'm sorry for what he did."
She looked at him with moistened eyes. "I know, but you had no part in it. Never take any of the blame on yourself. What happened was never about you."
"I know," Tim said. "And I don't. Well, ready for a second?"
They sat there for another couple of hours sharing birthday memories from the past before calling it a night. Tim gave his mom some privacy to get ready for bed and after she called out that she was ready he undressed down to his underpants in the dark tent and got into his sleeping bag beside her. It was warm in the tent so they lay on the padded fabric without pulling it over them.
Tim couldn't sleep so he waited patiently until he was confident his mom had drifted off. Then his mind thought of her naked body, primarily of her perky tits and the pink nipples, as he began stroking his erect cock. He forgot that she was so close as he started stroking himself faster and harder, the tingling in his balls intensifying as he got closer to climax.
He was suddenly startled when he felt another hand reaching for his cock. At the same time bare boobs pressed against his bare back and lips lightly kissed the back of his neck. A sweet fragrance filled his nose, adding to his already considerable arousal.
"Who are you thinking about?" she whispered.
Still partially drunk from the vodka and not in his right mind he confessed, "You." Then afterwards he shuddered with fearful embarrassment, hoping he hadn't just said what he had. Still yet another part of him was glad that he had.
"What turns you on, Tim?" she asked in an inviting whisper.
"Your boobs."
"You can have any part of me you want," Nadine told him.
He rolled over to face her, quickly realizing that she was naked. He peeled off his underpants and their bodies pressed together. Tim could feel her heart racing against his chest as his hands hesitantly moved for her tits, cupping and gently squeezing on them. He felt the nipples swelling as they pressed into his palms, throbbing with her building excitement.
Tim found the tips enticing and so, after caressing the supple swells, he captured the nipples between his fingers and fondled the hardened peaks. He had already been hard prior to her welcome interruption but the intimate contact had his cock as rigid as granite.
His mouth separated from hers and explored the breasts that he had been so attracted to, kissing, licking, sucking. He listened to her moans of sexual delight as her soft fingers sifted through his closely cropped hair and the back of his neck. Her back arched, thrusting those tits harder against his hands.
Gaining confidence and bolstered by his arousal he rolled her onto her back and moved on top. Nadine was more than happy to comply. When his lips found hers they kissed passionately, his tongue extending into her mouth and entwining with hers. When her legs shifted apart he naturally moved between them. He felt one of her hands on his cock, stroking it lovingly before guiding it home. Moments later Tim's hips thrust and his cock was surrounded by her wet heat.
Her pussy felt so wonderful as his rigid organ rapidly pumped in and out. He felt her squirming beneath him, her hands alternating between caressing the back of his head to his upper shoulders, her hips meeting his with equal enthusiasm. He tried his best to hold back, to keep from climaxing too soon, but she felt so amazing that this was a difficult feat to accomplish. The longer he pounded into her the wetter she got, her juice soaking his cock in its wondrous, slick warmth.
"Oh Tim, baby, you feel so great," she moaned. "Don't stop, please don't stop."
Her movements turned frantic as her arousal peaked. Before he knew it her moans turned into weak, sharp cries and her body clenched tightly before erupting into uncontrollable spasms as she achieved her ecstasy. Her pussy constricted around his pumping cock, pushing him to the edge.
His body tensed as the tingling pressure in his balls intensified. As he savored the rush of sexual excitement his rising cum began ejaculating, surging from his cock in thick geysers that squirted into her hot depths. His clenched body twitched with each explosion until he was spent. A few moments later he pulled out and laid alongside of her, their bodies entwined and gently touching until sleep claimed them.
* * * * *
It was still dark when Tim jerked awake, initially confused. But as the fog in his brain began to thin out he felt wet heat surrounding his once-again stiff cock accompanied by sucking sounds. It was then that he realized at some point he'd moved onto his back and his mom was giving him a blowjob.
His hands reached down, fingers caressing the top of her head, sifting through her silky-soft hair. His body was subconsciously making thrusting motions, gently sliding his shaft in and out between her tightly compressed lips. He relaxed and enjoyed the moment, focusing on the tingling pleasure as it slowly built within his body.
Tim was surprised when her mouth pulled off of him, then felt the tip of her flicking tongue and the edges of her top teeth running up and down the sensitive underside. At the same time she gripped the wet head in the palm of one hand, caressing it, as the other squeezed on his balls. Although much different in the way it felt it was still tantalizing for him. Slowly the pressure in his balls kept building, amazed by all the pleasure her erotic skills could bring to him.
After her manual manipulations, knowing of his attraction to her breasts, she leaned forward and guided his cock to her firm boobs. Nadine placed the shaft in the cleavage and compressed her tits around his throbbing hardness. Tim caught on quickly and began fucking her tits, slowly at first then faster. She formed them around his cock in such a way that he could feel the swollen nipples rubbing against the top of his shaft, which he found to be incredibly arousing.
He'd masturbated dreaming about doing this more times than he could count, and actually doing it was an even greater turn-on for him. He may have lasted a minute, if that, before his cum was boiling and on the rise.
His body stiffened in the final moments before urgently twitching, spastic physical movements accompanying the arrival of his orgasm. His rigid cock began exploding, shooting thick, milky ropes of cum that splattered against the bottom of her chin before dripping down over the very mounds he'd been fucking.
Once he was finished Nadine returned to his side. Tim curiously caressed her boobs while spreading his cum over the silky swells, making sure the nipples were also painted with the drying wetness.
Afterwards he dipped his right hand down to her upper thighs, which willingly separated for him. He explored the velvety folds of her moist, warm cunt as she moaned her approval. Once he'd traced the outer folds his middle finger pressed between them and entered her warmer slit. Her moans grew louder as he probed the depths of her pussy and found the enlarged clit.
"Oh Tim, that feels wonderful," she whispered, encouraging his manipulations.
He wanted nothing more than to pleasure her as she had him, and he continued caressing the clit. She settled onto her back and her legs moved wider apart. Her hands reached down and were placed on top of his, pushing down, encouraging greater pressure. As Tim rubbed on her clit harder and faster her nude form shuddered and squirmed.
It was obvious as her arousal began building when her moans turned into louder cries, her motions frantic. Inspired by this change he pulled his hand away and replaced the finger with his lips and tongue. Nadine was already close and didn't take much to push her over the edge.
The feel of his warm, wet lips and tongue devouring her clit was nothing short of amazing to her. With her hands now free she took her nipples between thumbs and index fingers, twisting and tugging on the hard tips as her hips began feverishly grinding her aroused pussy against his mouth. The tingling heat in her loins continued to intensify as her orgasm approached,
When she next felt two fingers pushing into her canal, pumping in and out, this was the final straw. The pleasure his inexperienced but inspired, energetic tongue and lips was bringing her added to the stimulation of her pussy and the nipples all added up to ecstasy.
She was a quivering, soaked mess when the orgasm erupted from deep within. Her body went rigid before bucking, weak cries filling the tent as her body savored the intense delight of climax. Nadine wildly shook as Tim maintained the stimulation as best as he could while her pussy became a moving target due to the powerful spasms of her orgasm. For several moments she felt nothing but pleasure until the climax dissipated, leaving her spent in its wake.
They cuddled together and once more fell asleep.
* * * * *
It was late morning the next time they woke up. Nadine was admiring him when Tim took notice.
"Good morning," she said with a warm smile.
"Morning," he answered sleepily as he rubbed his eyes,
"Get the camping stove out and I'll make us breakfast," she offered. "I'm sure you're hungry."
He pulled on shorts and a pullover t-shirt as she chose a denim skirt and a tight-fitting white crop-top.
They didn't speak as they prepared and ate the first meal of the day which consisted of fried eggs, bacon, and hash browns. She sensed he was confused by what had happened the previous night and she could understand how he could be. Nadine didn't want to make things any more uncomfortable and made no mention of it, although for her it had been a bright spot in an otherwise dark period of her life.
"I packed your fishing stuff in case you want to try your luck," she finally spoke up.
"Last night..." he started but faltered, his voice trailing off.
She pretended not to hear. "What was that?"
"Thanks," he answered. "For breakfast and bringing my rod."
"You're welcome. I'll clean the dishes, you can do whatever you want."
Tim leisurely walked to the bank of the river and sat down on a large rock deep in thought. He considered all of the events of the past fifteen or so hours, from the time he saw his mom's boobs for the first time and gawked at the gorgeous sight, to when he'd gone down on her pussy, feeling her body shuddering as he pleasured her.
Had his dad stopped doing those things with her, or had he simply lost interest? She seemed willing enough, not only anxious to please her man whoever that man was, but also to share in the delight of the sexual intimacy.
His mind kept returning to how wonderful it felt waking up with her mouth sucking on his erection. The thought had his cock getting hard again. Casting a cautious glance back at the camp to make sure his mom was still preoccupied, he carefully loosened his shorts enough to expose his aroused organ. After closing his eyes he recalled everything from the previous night, from her amazing mouth to her even better pussy, and then her tits as he loved her in several different ways.
He must have been sitting there stroking his rigid shaft for far longer than he thought, because his mom quietly came up from behind and caught him in the embarrassing moment. Taking note of what he was doing before he realized she was there, Nadine removed her top and stepped around him, kneeling down at the same time as his eyes opened.
When they opened he saw her pretty eyes gazing into his, which then his shifted down, drinking in the beauty of her gorgeous boobs and the erect pink nipples which were visibly throbbing. His right hand let go of his cock and he filled both with the supple swells, caressing them lovingly, teasing the nipples under his thumbs. When she leaned in their parted lips met in a deep, passionate tongue kiss.
As her soft fingers caressed his cock and balls, his right hand reached down and moved under her skirt to find her bare underneath. His fingers tenderly explored her puffy folds and slit before focusing on the swelling clit. They remained like that for several minutes, kissing and petting unabated in a precursor to the sex they both knew would follow.
When Tim felt her pussy getting wet he finally pulled his mouth away and guided her to his lap, her quivering thighs wide apart. Nadine reached down and steadied his cock as she moved on top, guiding it to her opening as she took it fully inside.
They sat there merged together, hips thrusting in rhythm at a relaxed pace. He watched as her eyes closed and expressions of pleasure played over her face. As her hands held onto his waist her body rocked up and down at the same time as he pumped upwards, moving his cock inside of her heated core wet with her seeping juice. At the same time his hands caressed the tits he so adored and made a point to tease the nipples, keeping them fully rigid.
Having enjoyed her once already the initial excitement of it all was a little lessened this time. Tim discovered that making love more patiently like they were at this moment allowed it to last longer, and the fact that they were committing an act so forbidden in plain view made it all the more erotic. Not only was he listening to the moans of her delight but also the squawking of birds and occasional jumping of fish, all of the incredible sounds of nature.
Several minutes of amazing sex elapsed -- his cock pumping in and out of her warm, soaked cunt repeatedly, her body writhing with arousal, his fingers rubbing and squeezing on her firm tits and the hard tips.
When her excitement intensified she lowered herself, taking his full length inside, and began grinding her pussy against the hardness. Her activity level became frantic as her lower torso vibrated as fast as her body could move, forward and back, side to side, in circles. Tim released her boobs and grabbed her hips, helping her as he applied his arm strength and started grinding his crotch upwards against her juicy cunt.
Nadine was the first to crest. She felt herself being helplessly carried away by a tremendous force of nature, followed by earth-shattering convulsions of sheer ecstasy. As she bucked uncontrollably in his lap, relishing the tremendous pleasure of the orgasm, Tim applied the same effort until she heavily sighed and went limp against his chest.
He hesitated for a few moments, still fully encased in her pussy, before resuming the slower stroking. He lasted another couple of minutes before giving in to the building pressure in his balls. When the seed commenced its inevitable rise Tim savored the tingling sensations gripping his tensed form in the final few seconds before the violent ejaculations of his release began.
* * * * *
That shared weekend resolved many of Nadine's concerns. She'd always been jealous of the close bond Tim had with his dad, but it was never a worry because she knew her son needed a positive role model in his life and she'd always have a part of it too. But with the betrayal that caused the divorce, she'd been greatly worried that she'd lose him. Which was exactly why she felt they needed this weekend together.
And what a weekend it turned out to be. One filled with lovemaking day and night, swimming, a little fishing, and even less sleep. As it turned out any worries had been cleared up and she felt closer to Tim than she ever had before. Even if their relationship was about as unconventional as they came.
Tim knew she was his to make love to now, not just this weekend but well beyond, and he planned on making every available moment a time for them to enjoy this incredible act as much and for as long as they could.
* * EPILOGUE * *
It took more than a year for Nadine to heal before she was willing to try her hand at the dating game again. During the healing process Tim was an amazing help, giving her all of the physical and emotional support any mother could ask of her son, and more.
When she did begin reaching out for men, he began dating himself. They both had on-again, off-again boyfriends or, in his case, girlfriends, but one thing they always had was each other. And one weekend a month, every month, they spent together regardless of the status of their other relationships. It would continue for as long as their lives would allow.
Three years later Tim met Kim. They married eight months later, and within two years Kim gave birth to their son whom they named Craig. He was such a joy, not only for his parents but also for his doting grandmother, Nadine, whom Craig called "Nad" to their undying amusement. The little boy had no idea in what other ways Nad was used.
Just like her father, cancer took Nadine from them all just before Craig's third birthday. It was a devastating event, especially for Tim, but Kim did all she could to help him through his bereavement. Months passed before Tim even considered a return to the land where he had shared so many weekends with his beloved mom. But when he felt he was emotionally strong enough to do it, he took those he loved the most with him.
Craig was excited and ran from the SUV as soon as his mom removed him from the car seat. His eyes were all lit up as he looked around in sheer awe and wonder.
"Race your daddy to the river!" Tim called out, who followed closely behind his laughing boy.
We'll always have our weekend, Tim thought to himself as he sensed his mom's presence there. At least in spirit.