Mom's Inner Mountain (Rebooted)
A mom and son are dragged into dad's work retreat.
Writer's Note: This is a mom-son story. I was inspired by my love of other mom-son camping and family vacation stories I've read on here. I'm excited to offer my take.
This is a recontextualized and edited version of my story Mom's Inner Mountain. As always, thank you for the helpful feedback.
Originally Published: April 2020.
Edited & Republished: June 2021. Enjoy!
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"Tripod?"
"Check."
"Telescope?"
"Check. That would stink, wouldn't it?"
"Yeah, ha. And spare eyepiece?"
"Check!"
"Woo-hoo..." Miles dully cheered. "Are we all done now?"
"Yep! Thanks for your help, bud. Can you go tell your mom I need her backpack? We need a good start in the morning."
"Yeah," Miles nodded. He then tried his luck one last time. "Dad, are you sure that I have to go? It's just a bunch of your work friends. It's not even an official party, or a retreat... or anything. I don't get why I need to be there."
Ken recognized his son's frustrations. But he was the chief engineer at a nuclear plant, and he was dealing with his own set of circumstances. "Listen, I know you're not 'stoked' to go, and I get that. I get that spending four days in the mountains with my coworkers and their families is not your ideal holiday weekend. I get it. But you have to understand, this isn't some astronomy club field trip." Ken stated, "My boss is a member, making this the same as required work retreat. He insisted we make this a family event so it doesn't turn into a work outing. It's not like I can argue with him. And I'm not going to be the one whose family decided to ditch him. Besides, you love hiking and astronomy."
His dad was right. Miles loved studying stars and camping in the mountains. The problem was Miles was a single eighteen-year-old, so he also loved girls. And with summer break on the horizon, Miles was specifically interested in skimpily dressed girls, like the ones who would surely be at Tiffany's pool party -- a party he was now going to miss.
"Is there any way I can come up on Sunday?" the son pleaded.
The gray-haired father sighed. "Again with this? Miles, there will be other parties in your life. And no, you can't come up on Sunday. First of all, you'd miss the comet. Secondly -- call me an overprotective father -- but there's something I don't like about my son driving three hours to a roadside trailhead and then hiking alone for eight hours to the top of an unfamiliar mountain, all so he can stay home for two extra days and drink at a party."
"To be fair, with the right phrasing you can make anything sound like a bad idea."
Ken rolled his eyes. "This weekend is important to me. And my boss has made it abundantly clear it's important to him. And this is also important for our family -- this is our summer vacation. Just accept it and try to have a good time. Your mom hasn't wanted to go to my work events recently and she wasn't excited at first either, but now she's looking forward to it. I suggest you come around as well."
Fuck, Miles thought. He knew the case was closed, so he headed back into the house.
----
Up in his bedroom, the soon-to-be high-school-graduate stared into his full-length mirror. He let his mind drift, and he visualized an alternate reality -- one where his dad had said he could stay home. Miles matted his wavy, caramel hair around his ears, imagining how attractive he could have made himself look at Tiffany's pool party.
Miles's popularity had skyrocketed in his senior year. It wasn't because of a concerted effort to be popular, but rather because his body had filled out and he also managed to kick the game-tying forty-seven-yard field goal in the biggest football game of the year. After that, ending up naked in female classmates' bedrooms seemed to become a lot easier. For three years, Miles had been an AP-course nerd and the backup kicker. This year, he became a hot-bodied nerd who got invited to great parties. It was a good gig.
Didn't need to buy these, I guess... he thought, examining the expensive pair of red swim trunks wrapped around his waist. He had bought them a month ago in hopes of finally seducing one of the "top tier" popular girls. Miles knew it was stupid, but he had this cliche Hollywood dream of ending his high-school experience by having sex with one of the hot, popular girls. Maybe he was driven by how those girls had (understandably) ignored him for years and he wanted to prove he could finally land one. Or maybe he just liked the idea of Tiffany, Becky, or Laurel excitedly sucking his thick cock with their beautiful faces and riding him with their fully-developed bodies. Either way, the pool party had meant a lot to him. And now it was gone.
His dad assured him there would be other parties. Of course, there would be. But what other parties would involve him being surrounded by the most attractive girls in school, all of them dancing about in wet bikinis, as he strutted around in his new trunks and showed off the muscles he had been building for years?
Miles had even been jerking off almost every night to the "unintentionally" slutty selfies the popular girls had posted from back when they were out bikini shopping for the party -- the ones in dressing room mirrors where their asses and breasts were spilling out of the skimpy swimwear.
What a time to be alive.
The young man studied the faint outline of his package in the mirror. Miles knew the red trunks were flattering when he had bought them. He didn't have a monster cock, but he was above average, and he wanted the girls to notice.
"Hello?" The door swung open.
Miles jolted. "Knock?!"
"Sorry, the door was cracked open, and the light was on," Hannah explained in her melodic, tinted voice. She saw her son's red cheeks, his shirtless body in front of the mirror, and his even redder swimwear. The mother slyly grinned, "Awwww, did I catch you playing America's Next Top Model?"
"No." Miles loved his mom's sense of humor, but not as much right now.
"Are you sure? I think I have some beautiful hats and scarves you can try on. The runway judges might appreciate this purple scarf I have."
"No. Thank you, though." Miles tried his best not to crack a smile.
"No? Oh, that's right," Hannah sarcastically gestured, "I guess this is just the swimsuit part of the competition."
Miles was unable to hold it, and he burst out laughing. Hannah joined in and laughed with him, as they often did.
As soon as Miles could breathe again, he asked his mom, "So, anyway, did you need anything?"
"Yes, actually. Your father asked me to find out if you were all set to go tomorrow."
"Uggh!" Miles groaned. "He literally watched me put my bags in the car."
"I know, I know," Hannah raised her hand in an understanding and calming way. "Listen, you know how he gets before trips. And, apparently, this is an important one for him," Hannah breathed. "There's the comet, the families bonding together, the getting-away-from-technology angle, and all that other good stuff. Just please try to be a good sport -- if not for yourself, then for me. He's going to end up chatting with his friends and boss the whole time. So, if you're miserable the whole trip, then I'll have nobody to talk to. And I've already met his friends' wives enough times to know I won't be talking to them," Hannah chuckled.
"Okay, okay," Miles nodded. "Dad said you were looking forward to going, though."
Neither confirming nor denying her son's statement, Hannah announced, "Okay. Well, I'll tell him you're all set."
When his mom left his doorway, Miles at least felt a sense of purpose in going now. He and his mom had always been close, and he liked knowing he could save her from four days of boredom. He figured, The worst-case scenario is that we're miserable together.
1 *****
"Next stop: Crawford Notch!"
"Alright." "Wooh, we're finally doin' it." Miles and Hannah tried to match Ken's enthusiasm, but that was a tough ask at five o'clock on a Thursday morning.
The drive to the White Mountain National Forest was three hours, and Miles naively counted on being able to sleep the entire car ride. Hannah was up in the passenger seat playing Words with Friends on her smartphone, which was her favorite boredom activity. Miles smirked.
Once when his mom needed his help to adjust a game setting, Miles stumbled onto her friends list. A vast majority of her opponents were male. Naturally, Miles inspected her profile photo. It was clear why virtually all of her online friends had dicks. The image showed her from the waist up. Her straight, caramel hair was brushed behind her ears. She was in a tight, red sweater. Only a few inches of cleavage from her large breasts were showing. And her wide smile was simple, shining brightly next to her tanned skin.
The photo was casual -- not provocative by any measure -- but Miles knew it was enough for men online. Through the years, Miles had witnessed countless men hit on his mom. Even in a photo online, he recognized the humor and liveliness exuding through her eyes.
After he saw her friends list, Miles secretly read the messages from his mom's opponents. Many of them were flirty, but, fortunately, his mom never engaged in anything more than harmless repartee. For example, the "most damning" exchange was when some jerky guy said, "It's okay, you don't need to say anything... I know you're impressed by how big my word was ;)," Hannah replied, "It is impressive, but I've seen much bigger ;)"
Those chats didn't bother Miles. He knew better. He knew his mom's flirty nature was nothing more than her playing with the hand society had dealt her. Men at grocery stores gawked at her, men online sent her messages, and cowardly guys made lustful comments to her in passing. While Miles obviously didn't see her in the same carnal light, he understood what other men saw.
Bubbly. Miles had heard several men use that word to describe his mom over the years. He always saw it as a reference to her often energetic, enthusiastic, and playful nature. But he was only partly right.
Men used "bubbly" because of how perfectly it described Hannah's entire sex appeal -- not merely her personality. Hannah was forty-two, but her moisturized skin made her look thirty-five. She had a bright face with round cheeks. Her almond-shaped, green eyes were addictingly expressive. Her lips were full, her nose was soft, and her smile was contagious. Those features reeled men in, but what knocked them out was her athletic, well-maintained, thickset, 5' 4" body. Her breasts and butt were enticingly larger than they should have been for her size -- the main contributor to her being called "bubbly."
Upon seeing Hannah, men often envisioned her seductively stripping naked for them and sitting on their laps. They imagined feeling and watching her round, smooth features bouncing in their hands while she playfully kissed their lips and teased them, moaning slightly from the sensation of her guiding their hard cocks into the folds of her wet, warm pussy lips. She would then stare into their souls with her deep, green eyes and beg them to pound her as hard as they could until she told them to cum deep inside of her.
But, rather than explain their fantasies to friends in public settings, men would sometimes simply remark, "She's bubbly."
2 *****
"BEAUTIFUL!!!"
Miles jolted awake from his dad's loud voice. He was dazed and stared through the car window, guessing he had been out for an hour. His dad had to be commenting on the luscious trees, the running river, and the granite walls of the steep gorge. But no, his dad was thrilled by the number of available parking spaces at the small trailhead.
The family stepped out of their SUV and into the crisp mountain air. The aroma of pine needles, decaying leaves, fresh earth, and dewy grass filled their nostrils. Despite their early start, they were all reinvigorated under the bright morning sky.
"Howdy, there! Another Star Gamma!"
Miles cringed at the voice of his dad's happy-go-lucky coworker, Aiden. The name of their astronomy club sounded even worse out loud than it did on paper. He then surveyed the parking lot to find two more of his dad's coworkers, who had somehow arrived even earlier than they did.
"Hey, Aiden and Katherine. How are you doing, Rick?" Ken greeted everyone. "You all know Hannah, and this is Miles." The families finished introductions and engaged in small talk.
One of Ken's single coworkers announced, "It looks like we're still missing six Star Gammas. Plus Sebastian."
Miles turned to his mom and muttered, "They aren't 'missing.' We're an hour early. We're the ones in the middle of the forest with barely any Internet or cell service. If anything, we're missing."
Hannah snorted. She covered her mouth to prevent an outburst and then playfully smacked her son on the chest. She held her finger to her lips telling him to stop.
----
Soon enough, more cars arrived. Some were just locals out for a morning hike, but others were Ken's coworkers. At 9 a.m. sharp, all of the employees were there and accounted for.
Hannah inspected the hiking group. Out of the eight employees, seven of them were male, which was to be expected for Ken's industry. There was one female in the club, who was always trying hard to come across as "one of the guys." Not that I can blame her, Hannah thought. She counted four women in total, and she was thankful to see three other wives roped into the trip by their husbands. Not immodestly, but realistically, Hannah knew their presence would help save her from four days of incessant, light harassment.
Miles wasn't as thankful. He realized only two other couples brought their children. One husband and wife had a pair of cute, little ones. And the other couple was carrying a toddler in a specialized baby carrier.
"At least you can hang out with the other kids," Hannah nudged her son.
Miles sighed then gestured at the other women, who were all using baby talk to address the toddler in the carrier. "At least you can hang out with the other wives."
The mom and son grinned at each other.
----
As Ken's Timex ticked closer to 9:30, the astronomy club was getting antsy. "It's been half an hour. Where the hell is he?"
"I know. This is ridiculous. If he isn't here in five minutes, I say we go without him."
"I say we go now! He can catch up if he wants."
"We should've never let him join. He doesn't take it seriously. He just wanted to be in with the 'cool group' at the plant."
As Miles listened in on the employees' uproar over their boss, he couldn't help but marvel at how a single, overweight, middle-aged man, who read gauges for a living, had just insisted he was cool for being in an unsanctioned company astronomy club. Miles had no problem with nerds being cool -- he preferred it that way -- but still...
Suddenly, Miles found himself revisiting a recurring suspicion. Ever since he had gotten in shape, kicked that field goal, and started going to parties on weekends, his dad had been brisker with him. It was a weird, mature, adult revelation, but Miles suspected his dad was unsympathetic about him missing the pool party because he was starting to resent him. He resented him falling in with the popular crowd. Miles knew his dad had been an outcast in high school and college. And, like Miles used to, his dad probably always justified his invisibility by thinking, Well, at least I'm smart, and they're not. Maybe Miles's surge into popularity was proof to his dad that he could have had both brains and popularity. Or worse yet, his dad still hated the popular kids for excluding him, and he now saw him as one of them.
Regardless, Miles couldn't control it. And he knew he had done nothing wrong. He turned his attention back to the group of employees, and it seemed they reached a verdict. "If he's not here in five minutes, we're starting the hike," Ken declared. "And no matter what time he gets here, we are kicking him out of the club on Tuesday. It doesn't matter if he's our boss -- we have to stand up for ourselves." His coworkers and their spouses nodded proudly in agreement.
Hannah, though, just sighed and walked over to a rock and sat down. She casually applied suntan lotion to her already-tanned thighs, almost as if she planned on sitting there for some time.
Twenty more minutes passed, and the leaders of the employee "coup" restated how they were serious about leaving their boss behind. Ten more minutes passed, and finally, a black Range Rover pulled into the gravel parking lot.
"How are you doing, everyone! Sorry about the time. I had to take an important work call before I left for the weekend." The boss closed the door and removed his black sunglasses. Sebastian was the son of Argentinian immigrants, and it was noticeable by his darker complexion and subtle accent. He seemed like an athletic and capable forty-year-old, one who appreciated the finer things in life. Stubble was etched into his defined jaw.
"Hello, Sebastian," the employees greeted their plant manager.
Miles was amazed at how quickly everyone backed down, some even literally shuffling backward. He looked over at his mom, who had predicted the outcome. But even she was sitting more rigidly.
"Aiden, Thomas, Rick, Ken, Ashley," the boss continued to rattle off the names of his employees to say hello on a personal level. He then acknowledged the family members. "Miles, your dad tells me you're becoming quite the space-junky yourself."
"Yes, sir. I'd like to think so," Miles charmingly replied. He had never called anyone "sir" in his life, but it came out, like an instinct to build a rapport with the intriguing Sebastian.
"And... Hannah?" He pointed, doubting himself over her name. Hannah offered a closed-mouth grin and waved her hand. "It's nice to see you again. You're really busy with your charity work now, Ken tells us, so you have a hard time making it to events. I'm glad you were able to make it to this one, though." The boss held his eyes at Hannah and then turned to the rest of the group. "It's nice to see all of you here. What could be a better way to bring together our 'work family' and our 'home families' than escaping the distractions of modern life and exploring space?"
Miles immediately pegged Sebastian as a smooth operator. He wasn't sure if his little speech was scripted, but he delivered it well. Miles also found it ironic that Sebastian had no "home family."
"Thank god," Hannah raised her eyebrows at her son, "we can finally get started."
The group broke apart as the adults went to their cars to grab their packs and gear. Fortunately, everyone had hiked and camped in the mountains before. One inexperienced or incapable person could easily hold up the entire group and create a nightmarish journey.
The hiking packs were loaded with food, clothes, mini propane stoves, water bottles, sleeping bags, sleeping pads, tents, and various other essentials. The astronomy club members each also had an encased telescope attached to their packs.
As Ken stood near his work friends to discuss the best way to carry their telescopes, Hannah and Miles were left to inspect each other's zippers and straps. It was already clear they were going to be relying on each other for company over the next four days.
"Let's hit the trail!" Sebastian prompted.
3 *****
The trail was serene. After crossing a wooden bridge over the river gorge, they began their hike on a flat path through tall grass. Aside from their small talk and breathing, there was nothing but the sound of chirping birds.
Miles's shoulders fell. He loved being in the mountains. The weight of his green backpack, which stood tall behind his head, was not difficult to manage. He was in the best shape of his life, and the buckled straps shared the burden through his strong upper body.
The group hiked at an easy pace, but that was the plan. The itinerary was to hike to a ridge on a new mountain on each of the first two days and then to camp high up on the tallest mountain to get an ideal view of the comet on Saturday night. Each evening, they would have plenty of time to establish camp, relax, and then set up their telescopes before dark.
So, even though Miles was full of energy, he saw no point in pushing the pace. He was content hanging in back with his mom. Hannah wanted to stay in the back as well. She enjoyed stars -- just not enough to listen to a group of enthusiasts discuss technical specifications for hours. The three other wives seemed to be in their own clique, accompanied by the young children. So, Hannah walked in step with her son.
"I gotta say, this is a nice walk so far," Miles admitted.
"It is! Though, I think we'll pay for it later with some steep inclines," Hannah cautioned. She glanced down at her legs. "This tree coverage is a bit heavier than I thought it'd be. I saw your father put on a ton of sunblock, so I got excited, haha! The tanning lotion might have been wishful thinking," she teased herself.
Below Hannah's pink running shorts Miles saw the glean on her thighs. "Maybe you can find small pockets of sunshine as we walk and scan your legs under them. It'll add up."
The mom swept her leg over a patch of sunshine in the dirt. She then paused and studied her left shin. "Ah, darn. Not any tanner."
----
An hour into the hike, as they wandered through tall trees, everyone decided to take their first water break. An employee unfolded a trail map and warned of more difficult climbing ahead. His coworkers hovered around the topographical chart.
Ken, though, walked over to his family. "I think we're about an hour away from a nice view."
"Perfect," Hannah smiled.
"Bud, is your pack holding up alright? I know it's a little more weight than you're used to hiking with." Ken displayed his concern.
I'm stronger than you, and we've been walking on a flat surface, Miles angrily thought. He was embarrassed by the child-like question, especially in front of his mom. He confidently shrugged, "It's perfect. Not bad at all."
When Ken stepped away to fiddle with his pack, Hannah looked sedative at her son. She always seemed to read his mind. "He's your dad. He'll always ask you questions like that. Even when you're fifty."
Miles understood, but he didn't like it. He whispered back, "I get that, I just want to be treated like an adult. I AM an adult. Do you see any of these other people's adult kids here? No. They're probably at home doing whatever they want. The other kids here are too young to operate a microwave."
Hannah brushed her hair behind her ears and placed her hand on his shoulder. "Honey... you gotta get over the pool party."
He sighed. His mom had a way of cutting to the core of issues. "It's not just that it'd be a fun party. It was important to me. I had been planning on going for weeks before we even found out about this. Plus, I told all these people that I'd be there."
"Ohhhh... So that's why I caught you modeling in your mirror last night," Hannah chided. "What's the girl's name?"
"Well, it's not about there being one girl-"
"Ohhh... So, it's like that?" Hannah feigned shock and then dreamily mocked, "So, Miles, exactly how many girls from your class have you told you were attending? How many do you think will be holding their breath the whole party..."
"Please stop."
"... just waiting for you to walk through the entrance in your red trunks and take your shirt off like you're in Baywatch, finally giving them all a reason to be there?"
"Stop!" He buried his face in his hands.
"No, Miles, please tell me, how many girls?" Hannah playfully tugged his arms away. Soon they were playing tug of war with their arms and laughing.
"Alright, I think we should get moving!" Sebastian's voice echoed. Despite knowing less about the trip than any of his subordinates -- the ones who had planned the trip -- he took over calling the shots.
4 *****
The hike continued. And, as promised, the terrain became trickier. There was nothing too technical, but there were narrow gaps and scrambling up boulders. It felt good to finally feel like they were rising into the mountain. The air felt slightly cooler, and small gaps between tree trunks gave way to low-level views.
Being in back, Hannah and Miles had the freedom to stop whenever they wanted to enjoy the scenery without holding up others. They each had quality cameras on their smartphones, and between the narrow views, the colorful mushrooms, and the singing birds, there was plenty to capture.
As Hannah and Miles ascended a steep section and stepped back on flat ground, they saw Ken waiting for them on the side of the trail. "Having fun on your phones?" he chuckled. Miles couldn't tell if it was a bad "dad joke" or if he was angry.
"We're taking some great photos. It'll be a nice album to commemorate the trip when we're done," Hannah warmly smiled.
"Yeah, it will." Miles was impressed by how his mom could always predict and smoothly dismiss his dad's concerns. I guess nineteen years of marriage will do that, he thought.
"Okay," Ken raised his hand apologetically. "This is supposed to be a nature retreat. I just wanted to make sure you guys weren't back here playing Words with Friends or Tweeting."
Fuck off, Miles thought, offended by his dad thinking so little of him. He pretended to type on his phone and wryly responded, "Yeah, Dad, I'm actually live-Tweeting the hike. 'Just saw a mushroom. Hashtag blessed.'"
Hannah promptly spun away, but her convulsing sides and snorting revealed what she was doing.
"Ha, ha, ha," Ken sarcastically laughed. "Let's try not to be smart this trip, okay?" He hiked up the trail to catch up with his friends.
Truly, Miles didn't want to be a smartass. He was generally an easygoing and polite young man. But his dad pushed his buttons, especially lately.
"Just try to suck it up and put on a happy face. You'll be less annoyed that way," Hannah smoothed his anger. She was still smirking from his punchline.
"Alright," Miles relented. He kicked up dirt with his boots and started on the trail again. "When do you think it'll be safe for me to take my phone out again to take pictures?"
"Oooof..." Hannah played along, "I don't know, that's a tough question. Maybe I should have brought my old Nikon N50 for pictures. You know, taken some great snapshots, taken the film to be developed at a print shop, waited a week for big, grainy images..."
Miles laughed, appreciating his mom's attempt to cheer him up.
----
When they approached the next section of winding, steep rock, Miles let his mom go first again. He'd have much better luck catching her if she fell than she would of catching him. The route required careful holds and boot placement to climb the loose rock, but they ascended the toughest part quickly.
The last obstacle was a four-foot slab of gray granite, which had a crack running diagonally up its face. It was a relatively simple ledge, and Miles waited for his turn behind his mom. Hannah wedged her toe into the crack and grabbed the top of the ledge. Nonchalantly, she launched from her boot and pulled up with her arms.
"WOAHHH!"
Time slowed to a crawl. Hannah flailed, desperate to hold her balance, but the weight of her pack was pulling her down to Earth. Her boot tread had slipped from her careless foothold, and a chill pierced her gut. She clenched her eyes and knew she was about to hurt.
Instantly, Miles lunged forward to catch his mom. Her bulky yellow pack went from her butt to beyond her head, so Miles instinctively grabbed the only part of his mom he could reach and support her.
Miraculously, Hannah stopped falling back to her doom, and she was shoved back toward the rock. As Miles used his strong arms to grab and push her thighs, there was an upside to her suntan oil. He broke her fall without burning her skin. There was also a downside. Her meaty thighs slid through his firm grasp.
Once Hannah's boot caught the crack in the rock again, her fall ended. But the relief Miles felt was short-lived. He was startled by the sight of each of his hands groping his mom's bare butt cheeks. Her pink shorts had ridden up his wrists, exposing her tan booty... and the tight, black Under Armour thong running between her crack.
As the stunned son felt the weight of his mom's full, thick ass in his hands and watched the soft tissue molding around the imprint of his steady fingers, something in his head clicked. Fuck...
It took Hannah a moment to catch her breath and feel secure again. Then she felt exactly how she had been saved. With an embarrassed smile and awkward eyes, Hannah looked back at her son. "Oops!" She then scrambled to get up the ledge again.
Without thinking, Miles used his muscular arms and chest to push up on his mom's firm ass. He hoisted her over the lip until her knees were safe atop the dirt-covered boulder. The entire event had lasted only seven seconds, but Miles knew he'd remember it forever.
Confused, the eighteen-year-old took one last look at his greasy hands on his mom's butt. Droplets of oil ran from her skin onto his fingers. Miles would've given away his entire life savings just to smack one of her cheeks. Regrettably, he released his grip. Her smooth skin buoyantly returned to normal.
Hannah frantically tugged at the legs of her shorts and turned back to see her son's surprised eyes. He had only saved her, but she didn't know what his thoughts were. To be fair, Miles didn't either. "Sorry about that," she said. "Thanks for the stop," she added, just how she'd thank a stranger for holding a door.
Miles gulped and watched his mom stand up. He stared at her butt as it flexed and protruded with each motion. He admired her shimmering legs, which were exposed from her shins up to her mid-thighs.
Once they were back on the wide path, walking in stride again, Miles couldn't keep his eyes off his mom's hanging chest. He didn't know what was happening.
But it wasn't just the stereotypical assets Miles was seeing in a new light. Her flat stomach beneath her powder-blue tank, the leanness in her exposed arms, the manicure of her hands, her cute pierced ears and diamond studs, the dark-gold hair flowing behind her... As Miles studied the elegance of her lips, nose, and eyelashes, Hannah felt his pupils on her and glanced up at him, making him jerk his head away as he blushed.
Hannah usually knew exactly what to say. But she had to think of how to help him find the humor in the situation and let the fluke accident go. Before she could find the right words to say, they bumped into the rest of the hiking party. Everyone was sitting to the side of the trail, eating and drinking.
----
The break was well-earned. Miles downed his entire Nalgene water bottle, feeling much warmer in the cool air than expected. Hannah sensed tension between her and Miles, which was much different than their usual, in-sync connection. He's embarrassed, Hannah thought. She was wrong.
The chatter from the group was nothing but white noise to Miles. He was lost in his own mind, sitting on a flat rock and leaning into a tree trunk. Every inappropriate glance, every gushing comment, every flirtatious action from another man toward his mom -- they played in his mind like a film reel. He wondered, How the hell am I just seeing it now? His mom was sexy. Drop-dead sexy. Every curve, expression, and gesture exuded a mature, alluring sexiness. The growing son felt like an idiot for not seeing it earlier. I could've been enjoying this for years, he thought.
----
The two hours of hiking following the break were nothing more than a long, gradual ascent along a mountain ridge. The trees thinned, and a breathtaking view emerged across the valley, caused by the rockslide scars in the nearby mountains to the gliding birds in the distance. The intoxicating smell of the outdoors distracted Miles, but only in small doses.
His dad had decided during the break to spend family time with them. That meant his dad hiking between them in a single-file line. Weirdly, Miles noticed himself feeling jealous of his dad getting so close to his mom -- his own wife. Sometimes the trail would bend and Miles could see around his dad to behold his mom. The strengthening sun filtered onto her face and legs as she walked. With each step, her muscles would tense and one of her butt cheeks flexed outward. Miles once stumbled on a root but kept his balance.
Miles couldn't forget how beautiful and sexy his mom was, but he needed to look as much as possible. There was an erection hiding under his waist strap, and he needed to feel the rush of seeing her constantly.
His mom was down on her knees lovingly and hotly sucking his cock. Then he led her to the living room couch and slid his cock into her pussy, which had plump lips, matching the rest of her features. She moaned and screamed his name and told him she loved him before looking him in the eye and asking him, "Mouth or pussy, Miles?" He made his decision, flipped her over onto her stomach, and smacked her ass before filling her pussy with his creamy seed.
Miles blinked back to reality and wiped his forehead.
How though? Miles wondered. A new and bizarre thought kept him distracted. Just how were his parents together? Yes, his dad had a respectable job, he was intelligent, he was stable in every way... But his mom had the same traits. The difference was his dad was a slightly balding, average-bodied, fifty-one-year-old man... And his mom was a fucking knockout. They didn't even seem to have a strong bond.
They get along peacefully, Miles admitted. They don't argue much. Things are pretty normal. They don't seem to ever be head-over-heels for each other, though. Like, if a random person saw them standing together or even talking together, they'd never guess she chose to marry him. Maybe there's something else going on?
Miles watched TV. He knew sometimes loaded men were able to land super hot women. But his dad wasn't rich, and his mom was just as industrious. Miles knew healthy relationships were about more than looks and money, but their lack of intimate connection confused him the most. It just seemed like his mom's emotional intellect was holding the relationship together, and Miles wondered why she was fine doing most of the work.
Then again, he shrugged, you don't know what they were like twenty years ago.
5 *****
"Oh, yes!" A shout came from Aiden from the front of the line. He was standing on a gorgeous plateau. "It's even more beautiful than I imagined! We can cook here, set up camp in those trees. This is perfect."
And who could argue? On a placid expanse of gray rock below a cliff face, the crew had arrived at its first campsite. With a sigh of sweet relief, everyone unbuckled and dropped their packs. It was literally a weight off their shoulders.
Since it was just after four, there was still plenty of sunlight. As everyone else sat down in a heap, Miles began skipping about on rocks, exploring the campsite.
"Oh, to be eighteen again..." Rick, another Star Gamma, reminisced at the sight of Miles. "Actually, I'm lying. I wasn't in good shape at eighteen either." The crowd laughed.
Miles had his head down, curious about how his mom saw him. He knew she didn't find him sexually attractive, but he wanted to know if she recognized him as attractive -- if she saw why women his age found him attractive, the same way he recognized she was sexy to men of, well, any age.
I mean, she did comment on your body and you showing up shirtless to Tiffany's, he remembered. Yeah, but she was telling jokes about it. The 'kernel of truth' rule might apply. Or, you know, maybe she just thinks you're handsome because you're her son. I guess it would be fine either way.
As Sebastion made his way back from peeing in the woods, the mood in the campsite swiftly lowered. The employees became more guarded, but Sebastian, as always, wore a positive smile.
"That was a great hike, everyone. We made good time. Aiden, you were moving so fast I thought you were gonna step on my boots." There was a forced laugh from everyone. The boss then turned to Miles. "And Miles, you did a great job bringing up the rear."
"What?" His eyebrows sprung to his forehead and he made paranoid eye contact with his mom. Common sense quickly prevailed. "Oh, yeah. Thanks, Sebastian."
----
Before any tents were touched or sleeping bags rolled out, the campers attended to more important matters. "Whiskey or bourbon?"
"There ya go! This is how to camp."
Miles was impressed by how one of his dad's coworkers had willingly carried a stache of alcohol on a four-day hike. Every adult began drinking and chatting. Even Miles had a cup of whiskey -- after the server had first checked with his father. A legal-ish fire was built, and families began to boil water for freeze-dried meals.
"Oh man, you got the freeze-dried vegetables and dumplings?! I wanted that," Hannah spoke to her son for the first time since the "helpful hands" incident.
"Oh, sorry," Miles quickly apologized. He was nervous in his mom's presence. "Here, we can switch."
Hannah humorously shook her head and motioned at her food pouch. She, like everyone else, had freeze-dried vegetables and dumplings.
"Oh..." he laughed, but it was more due to the relief that his mom seemed unaffected by what happened earlier.
When dinner ended, all of the employees went to set up their tents. Ken volunteered to assemble the family's three-person tent in the nearby woods, likely wanting to show his coworkers he could hack it on his own in the outdoors too. As everyone dispersed, Hannah and Miles were left alone by the fire.
"So, what's up?" The mother sipped a second glass of bourbon.
Miles knew his mom could sense his distance. He was still processing his feelings for her. "What do you mean?"
"You just seem a little off in your own world. Are you still thinking about the pool party?" Please tell me it's not because of the funny moment on the trail, Hannah hoped.
"Yeah, I keep thinking about the party," Miles lied. "There's a girl I'm interested in, and she'll be there. So, I'm just thinking about what I'll be missing."
Thank god, Hannah sighed. Empathetically, Hannah sipped her drink and patted her son's knee. "I can relate to exactly what you're feeling."
"Really?" Miles wanted her hand to stay on his leg.
"Yep!" Hannah finished her cup and set it down. "It was the summer after my freshman year at UNH -- so I was just a year older than you are now. And this one friend of mine from high school was throwing a pool party. And I heard that this guy I had this massive crush on in high school was going to be there. He was kind of the classic jock, you know? Jacked body, sunglasses, drove a Mustang -- all that," she recalled in a fond yet self-mocking way. "So, anyway, I really wanted to go to this party and get him to notice me. And when I went to the party, he did!"
Miles sat on his backpack and waited for her to finish her story. "Wait... Is that it?"
"Uh, yeah... I think so," Hannah chuckled.
"HOW does that help me? That doesn't relate to me at all. Now I'm thinking if I went to that party, everything would turn out the way I wanted it to." His mom was usually so tactful, and Miles wondered if the alcohol and altitude were getting the better of her. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he saw her have more than a glass of wine.
"Oh, yeah, I guess it doesn't apply as well," Hannah softly chuckled, nudging her son with her shoulder. "Well, I guess the takeaway then is: If you remain friends with the person who invited you, you can always go next year and make an impression."
"Fantastic," Miles rolled his eyes. "That's good to know because I'd definitely much rather be here watching a bunch of men I don't know set up a campsite than be at a pool party where I can watch girls in bikinis play pool games."
"Yeah, true. Watching men pitch tents can be entertaining."
Miles blindly laughed along at the cadence of his mom's joke. But then he froze and let his eyes fall to his lap. Whew! Her comment hadn't been a veiled hint. It was just an edgy joke. He mystically smiled at his mom and laughed along with her.
As much as they had joked and talked over the years about Miles's relationships and dating, Hannah had never told a sexual joke before. It was the type of joke she made on Words with Friends... and likely made to her real friends, too. Miles liked it, even though he knew the alcohol was to blame.
Boldly, Miles countered, "I think a few of these guys might need a pill first."
"Shhh!" Hannah smacked his chest with the back of her hand as she laughed. "Stop! Haha!"
6 *****
The sky was orange with layers of yellow behind the shadowy peaks. Sunsets usually signify an ending, but for the astronomy club, this marked the beginning. The Star Gammas eagerly pulled their telescopes, tripods, and star maps from their packs.
"We're gonna hike up around the back of that cliff there and set up shop. It's a little cloudy, but we should still get some incredible views," Ken told his wife and son. "You guys will be blown away!"
"I'm sure. But I'm gonna be a zombie tomorrow morning if I don't sleep soon," Hannah yawned.
"Ah, okay. Fair enough. Looks like it's just you and me, bud!"
Miles had been looking forward to seeing the bright stars in the unpolluted sky. But his cock was tugging him in a different direction. The stars will be there fucking forever, he urged himself, how many times will you get to be alone in a tent with your mom? "Dad, I'm actually insanely tired as well."
"Seriously? You were just hopping around and talking to everyone."
"I think that's why I'm tired now."
Ken shook his head. "I bet it's the alcohol you drank. This is why I didn't let you stay home alone to drink at that party."
Before Miles could escalate the situation, Hannah calmly stepped in. "He was yawning before he even had a drink. I think he's tired from the early start. We aren't as great of 'morning people' as you are."
"Fair enough," Ken grinned, proud with his wife's compliment. He then walked over to his friends with his gear.
"You lied to him about the yawning," Miles lightheartedly challenged.
His sexy mom flicked her eyes up the seven inches to meet his and shrugged, "It makes things easier sometimes. You would've said something smart back, and then he would've, and so on. Anyway, let's make sure this tent is set up correctly so we don't get smothered in our sleep when it collapses."
----
Miles and Hannah took turns using the tent as a private room to change into their thermal underwear. The orange prism was meant for backpacking, so it was much lighter and smaller than a regular campground tent. There was little excess in terms of width and ceiling height. While the family wouldn't have to be quite shoulder-to-shoulder, their sleeping pads were only separated by a few inches.
"He's afraid of bears coming in," Hannah pointed at the can of bear mace left at the head of her husband's neon-blue sleeping bag. The spray was there in case Ken had to save the family in the historically unlikely event of a black bear attack on sleeping campers.
Miles was still at the age where he felt invincible, and he was normally annoyed by his dad's tendency to assume the worst. But tonight he was pleased. The tent opened on the sides, and his dad wanted to sleep near a flap. That meant his mom was in the middle -- next to him.
Unfortunately, his dad also flipped his sleeping bag around to give him and his mom their space. Miles's feet were at his mom's head. At least I can still see her face and talk to her, he reasoned.
There wasn't much talking though. For an hour, Hannah read a book on her phone, and Miles subtly studied her while hoping she couldn't read his masturbatory thoughts.
"So, how did you get your crush to notice you?"
"What, honey?" Hannah lowered her phone.
"Oh, I was just curious what you did to get your crush to notice you at that pool party," Miles asked, whimsically.
Hannah smiled and played along. "Why do you wanna know that?"
"I don't know. I'm curious. When I go to the pool party next year and a girl is trying to get my attention, I don't wanna miss the signs."
"Haha!" Hannah threw her head back. "Well, uh... I guess I did normal things," she reminisced. "I remember I did my makeup nicely, I got my hair done, and I wore this bright yellow bikini," she bashfully gritted her teeth.
The image of his mom in a yellow string bikini flashed through Miles's mind. He imagined her at a pool party, slowly trying to seduce him as she showed off her curves. The son was glad a sleeping bag covered his lap. "You probably had to deal with getting hit on by guys all party long before you found your crush."
Hannah was taken aback, but she blushed. She loved the compliment. With a playful arrogance, she shrugged, "Guys are always attracted to the girl all of the other guys want but can't have."
His mom's delightful state and mild inebriation led Miles to believe this was a good time to figure out why she had married his dad. He "jokingly" pressed, "So, if your crush was so amazing, how come you didn't end up marrying him?"
Hannah tilted her head, seemingly considering a serious answer. "Well, that guy made summer fun, but he was an idiot," she laughed. "When you get older and start to value stability in your life, smart guys are a good find." She then pointed at Miles. "Hardbodies with high intellect are a rare find. That's why when your dad got you interested in science, I got you to try out for football... as the kicker. Weightlifting but no concussions."
Miles grinned. I figured she just didn't want me sitting around the house after school, he thought. That was part of it, too.
"Well, anyway, I for one am going to sleep now." Hannah set her ebook down and rolled onto her stomach. "Good night."
"Good night, Mom."
The light from Hannah's phone vanished, and darkness filled the tent. The only sounds were their soft breathing and the growing rustling of the nearby trees. Slowly, Miles's eyes adjusted to the dim blueness of the night, and he could make out the surface of his mom's sleeping face. He was too horny to sleep.
Suddenly, he was in a pool with his mom, her legs wrapped around his waist and his hands firmly holding her ass -- a feeling he now knew. Her arms were around his neck, her chest pressed against his, her pussy rubbed on his cock through her yellow bikini, and her familiar eyes smiled and loved every second of it.
I wonder how she'd react if she knew my dick was hard and this close to her, Miles thought. Their sleeping bags may have been flipped, but their middles were still aligned. His groin was lined up just below his mom's ass. His dad never considered that problem. But why would've he?
Despite his horniness, the son had no intention of doing anything reckless or creepy. Still, he found it perfectly reasonable to turn over onto his side, and if his erection happened to be closer to his mom's body, and he happened to enjoy it, then so be it. I sleep on my side at home, he justified.
The night air was cold but Miles was sweating within fifteen minutes. He unzipped his sleeping bag to his shins, allowing cool relief to fill his bag. For minutes he lay there, knowing his erection was merely a foot from the side of his mom's leg. He studied her face, just feeling her presence.
CRACK! Miles jumped.
A branch outside had snapped under the strong wind. Hannah was in a deep sleep, but her unconscious body reacted to the noise. Fearfully, Miles watched his mom's right leg stretch out, pushing her blue nylon bag onto his sleeping pad.
The son's heart pounded loudly. A tingling spread through his limbs. Even when accounting for the thickness of her sleeping bag, his cockhead couldn't have been more than three inches from his mom's bent leg. Holy fuck...
Miles swallowed and breathed shakily. He quietly surveyed the tent. His mom was sleeping, with her foot resting near his neck, her knee close to his abdomen, and her thigh tantalizingly angling away from his throbbing cock.
What was coming over him? Miles never believed he could be "that type" of guy, but he wasn't thinking clearly. His heart raced, and the fear in his brain was consumed and overpowered by lust.
Using his knuckles, he lightly tapped his mom's quadricep through her sleeping bag. She didn't react. He knocked again using more pressure. Again, she didn't move. If she wakes up, just say you were trying to push her off your area, he decided.
"Mom...? Mom...?" He whispered shakily.
Hannah was dead asleep, enjoying an alcohol-fueled dream.
Meanwhile, Miles was trembling and sweat glistened on his forehead. His mouth was dry and stale in the warming tent. Slowly, silently, he slid his hips forward and raised his knees until he felt the faintest resistance. Oh my god, dude, Miles scolded himself, what are you doing? Fucking stop it!
Even though their thin clothing and his mom's sleeping bag, Miles could feel the warmth of his mom's body against his penis. The tip of his six-and-a-half-inch erection poked and rested on his mom's lower leg, just above her knee. Like hell he was going to stop.
He fearfully stared at his mom's closed eyes to the point where he almost couldn't enjoy what he was experiencing down below. Miles was a horny eighteen-year-old, there was nothing he wanted more than to rub his cum-filled erection against his mom's warm leg. He was bold... but not that bold.
Adrenaline coursed through his veins unrelentingly. The tent had become a sweat lodge. I gotta open a fucking window, he thought. He reached up and unzipped the flap above his head. While the outside temperature had plummeted in the darkness, the sealed nylon had created a body heat chamber for the mom and son. Now, nightly winds blew up under the rainfly and swirled inside the tent. It was a great relief for Miles. Hannah's body felt otherwise.
Shit! Hannah loudly moved in her sleeping bag. Miles prepared for the nightmare of her waking up. Instead, her body was simply reacting to the cold air, and she bundled herself into a compact position. Miles was relieved, but now he was no longer touching his mom. There was a silver lining, however, which the universe had served to him on a silver platter.
When Hannah tucked her legs closer to her body for warmth, she had not only turned away from Miles, she had done so while still spilling onto his sleeping pad. And more than that, her protruding ass was her closest body part to his cock. Fuck me... Miles gulped. He had no idea what he did to deserve this.
Already he missed the sensation of his cock touching his mom. This had to be fate telling him to do it again, right? It had to be. Carefully, he slid down in his sleeping bag and aligned his erection with the hump in his mom's sleeping bag. But his conscience made its last stand. He knew it was wrong.
You can't do it. She's asleep. Yeah, but her sleeping bag is on YOUR side, he reasoned. If your cock presses into her ass, then she can't really blame you for it. She was the one who moved.
It was like he was debating whether he now owned a baseball because his neighbor threw it over his fence. But as Miles's testicles and morality dueled to the death, a frigidly sleeping Hannah decided for him. She pulled her sleeping bag tighter around her and moved back into the warmth of his groin.
Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh shit! In the dark, Miles had eyes the size of saucers. His cockhead was not merely touching his mom's ass, it was being smothered. His cold mom must have locked onto a familiar heat source. And his lap was certainly throwing off a lot of heat.
There was no point in negotiating. He could no longer restrain himself. He brought his knees up until his thighs rested against his mom's back. "Ahhh," he lustfully gasped. He had never experienced a feeling more incredible or intimate. Their bodies breathed together while he held his balls and pressed his rigid cock into his mom's firm butt cheek.
Hannah's subconscious had to enjoy the warmth and comfort of the spooning because she responded by gently rubbing her ass deeper into her son's lap. She continued to cozily work her way in until she finally felt settled. After a long exhale through her nose, she released a quiet, moaning sigh from her closed lips.
Miles's lips were dry and chapped. He wanted to cum. He wanted to cum in her right now. He wanted to take his mom and make her his. He could try handling her body or even rubbing his shaft into her amazing ass to see how she'd react. Instead, Miles was grateful for his luck, and he lay still, soaking in the intimate moment.
After what felt like twenty minutes, faint voices sounded from outside. The young son cautiously sat up to look through the window flap. Silhouettes of drunken men moved around a dying fire in the distance. As the inconsiderate Star Gammas erupted in laughter, Hannah was startled.
In a split-second reaction, Miles fell and played dead. Not sleeping -- dead. He froze every muscle and held his breath. He felt his mom stir awake and heard her moan softly. Peeking through his parted eyelids, Miles watched his mom lift her head from her pillow and mutter into the dark. Her drowsy eyes scanned the tent. Apparently, her fogged mind saw no reason to stay awake, and she lowered her head back to her pillow.
Hannah moved to regain her warm, comfortable sleeping position. She wiggled her hips in the crinkling nylon sleeping bag and firmly pushed her lower back and ass into the radiating body behind her. "Mmmm," she breathed, feeling surrounded again.
Hannah's eyes shot wide open.
With a sense of impending doom in her gut, the mother grappled for reality. She thought through where she was, how she was sleeping, and who was next to her. She then felt her ass and the hard object against it.
"Woahhh!" Hannah jolted straight up like a bolt of lightning. She heaved in panic, knowing this was real and not some sort of twisted nightmare. Her son was sleeping, thank god. Or... at least she thought. And she breathed easier.
Suddenly, the crunch of footsteps approached the tent. Ken unzipped the door and tumbled inside, still smelling like whiskey. Hannah couldn't speak.
7 *****
"No, the few clouds hanging around made almost no impact!"
Miles awoke to the sound of carrying voices. Waking up in a tent in the mountains at 6 a.m. was a spiritual feeling. He was cradled by his soft sleeping bag while the morning sun beamed through the orange tent. Then, the son remembered what had happened hours ago.
He sat on his sleeping pad to find himself alone in the tent. Part of Miles hoped his mom remembered last night as a dream, but part of him wanted her to remember how she found comfort by sensually burrowing her ass into his hard cock.
When he joined the others on the expanse of flat rock for breakfast, he noticed his mom looking lost. There were no bags under her eyes, but her defining "bubbliness" was missing. She probably didn't sleep well after that, Miles thought guiltily.
Over their hot meal of freeze-dried eggs and coffee, Hannah was silent. She never recognized Miles's presence -- or anyone else's for that matter.
.She did, however, sneak glances at her son, seeing if he, too, was acting weird
Under clear skies, the team departed camp and ventured through a forest of short alpine bushes. Miles drifted to the back of the caravan, but his mom had the same plan.
plan.
Oh boy... Miles was anxious. But maybe it was a positive sign that his mom was choosing to hike with him? Plus, she was looking gorgeous in a mint-green tank top and silver running shorts.
Just as they lingered far enough behind the rest of the group, Hannah began searching for answers. "So," she yawned, "what time did you end up falling asleep last night?" Her tone was forcefully indifferent.
"Umm... I guess right after you did." Miles had watched too many true crime shows with his mom to be dumb enough to place himself in an incriminating timeline.
"Okay, good. That's good. How long after do you think?"
Miles thought carefully before nonchalantly saying, "Uh, probably only a couple of minutes after."
The mother pursed her lips. He knows something, she thought. "Did you happen to wake up -- at all -- last night?"
"No, why? Did you hear a bear? You should've run outside with Dad's bear mace." The son's joke barely registered.
"Yeah, I might have." Hannah scratched her golden hair. "Hey," she switched to a friendlier face in a sudden change of tactics, "did I happen to steal some of your sleeping space last night? I'm kind of a blanket hog at home and your dad gets mad at me all the time for it. I just wanna make sure I didn't do that to you."
Miles's throat tightened and he could barely speak. His mom knew he was hiding something; she could smell it. And Miles wasn't used to being in trouble... or having to get out of it. You had a great day yesterday, he thought, and now you're going to pay for it. He simply shook his head no.
"I also have a habit of doing things like kicking, and kneeing, and flailing my arms and hitting your dad. Did I make any sort of contact with you last night, in any way?" Even with her son glaring down at the trail, Hannah saw the truth in his eyes. She stopped. And her son did, too. "You know what happened, don't you?"
"I'm sorry. I didn't know it was happening!" Miles blurted out. He had to confess, to at least part of the truth. "I woke up right before you did and I saw what happened. I guess you felt me wake up because you woke up right after I did. Then when you got up I just pretended to be asleep because I didn't want you to see me awake and think I did it on purpose." He breathed heavily and awaited his judgment. But, surprisingly, his mom's round face was redder than his.
"Oh, wow. Okay, um... Listen, Miles, I know it's not your fault," Hannah sighed. She could see his shoulders relax. "Obviously, I didn't know what was happening either. I'm used to sleeping with someone at night, and I got cold. And people move toward other people when they're cold and sleeping," Hannah explained.
She was giving the same speech she had given herself, again and again, the night before. "We were both asleep and we had a couple of drinks, which makes people less aware of certain... phenomena. And it's a simple fact that men become erect when they sleep, especially if they sense a woman's body nearby." Hannah was unabashedly looking at her son's face -- but not in his eyes. "And since I'm used to sleeping next to a man every night, my body sensed certain... things, and it reacted accordingly."
Holy shit, she didn't find out! On the inside, Miles was dancing. It was the best of both worlds -- his mom fully recognized her body being drawn to his cock, and he wasn't in trouble for it. And as a bonus, he got to hear his mom explain away their inappropriate contact. Miles was horny again.
"So, basically..." Hannah summarized, "It's no big deal."
"Yeah, I agree. It's one of those things that's only weird if we choose to make it weird." Miles started down the trail again, as if he was walking away from any suspicion.
"I couldn't agree more," Hannah smiled as she hiked with him. She cheered, You fucking got through that, girl!
"So, what did you think of the eggs this morning? Were yours as liquidy as mine were?"
Hannah forced a change in conversation, and Miles happily accepted. "Yes, they were! Everyone should've listened to me when I suggested we hire that Sherpa-slash-omelette-chef for the trip."
The mom and son chatted as they hoofed it down the trail to catch up with the others. Hannah swore she saw movement in her son's shorts, but her eyes away. She didn't want to give in to any paranoia.
8 *****
The goal for the second day was to descend into a valley and then climb the next ridge. Hannah and Miles were talking and humoring each other even more than usual like they were proving to themselves nothing weird happened. Miles was making that difficult, however.
The young son struggled to keep his eyes off of his mom's exposed thighs as she walked. He ogled the slight bounce in her chest each time her boot hit the dirt. None of this went over Hannah's head. She was attractive. She knew what it felt like when a man was checking her out. And her son was checking her out.
It's just a symptom of what happened last night. He's processing it, she told herself. Still, Hannah wondered if it would be best to go hike with her husband for a while. She wanted to escape the strange sensation of her son carnally inspecting her body. But the last thing she wanted to do was change her behavior and essentially admit to herself that her son was having a sexual reaction to her.
Hannah continued to hike with her son. Besides, even with the awkwardness of his wandering eyes, she was still enjoying the chance to spend time with him.
----
Wooosssssshhhhhhhh!
The sound was like white noise blaring through a stereo. The hikers descended the soggy trail to the roaring mountain stream. Low-level rapids ran down the center while peaceful flows gathered along the edges.
"This seems like a good place to wash off," Sebastian determined. His sweaty, sticky, dirty employees already knew this was a great bathing spot because, unlike Sebastian, they had spent months planning the trip. But it was easier to allow Sebastian to believe it was his idea.
When Hannah and Miles caught up to the rest of the group, they followed everyone else's lead by taking off their boots and socks. The refreshing air made their sweaty feet tingle. Miles saw the other men taking off their shirts to swim, and he didn't want to miss the chance to show his mom his hard-earned body. He tossed his white, wick-dry shirt to the ground. He glanced at his mom and thought, Maybe I'll remind her of the guy she wore that yellow bikini for? And probably fucked...
Hannah noticed another wife pointing at her son. She was directing her friend's attention to Miles's carved abs and chest. The suggestive look on her face and following giggle by her friend made it obvious they were enjoying the view. I'm not gonna boost his ego, Hannah chuckled to herself, deciding not to tell her son.
Soon, Hannah was alone on the bank. Everyone else had waded in or fully submerged, but Hannah was hesitant. She could see every other woman in her shorts and sports bra. Overall, Hannah enjoyed her voluptuous chest and the attention it garnered. It was helpful at times and she could cover up when necessary. But there was nowhere to hide in an open stream. She wasn't thrilled about sexualizing herself more in front of her son.
They made eye contact and Hannah could see the expectant look in his eyes. The four women nearby were bathing in their sports bras without care, and Miles seemed to be patiently waiting for her to take off her shirt and join them. Hannah was stressed in her head. He's gonna realize you chose to leave it on. He's gonna realize he made you feel uncomfortable, Hannah thought and stared up at the sky. Ah, shit.
Quickly turning away, Hannah tugged her mint tank top over her head. When she turned back to her son his wide-eyed stare hit her like a physical force. She froze.
Holy fuck... Miles salivated. I wanna shove my cock between them and cum on her chin.
If only Hannah could read her son's mind and learn what he truly thought. But a wiser side of Hannah was glad she couldn't hear his thoughts. Hey, he had a weird night last night. He's gonna have weird thoughts and be confused. This is just part of him processing it.
Besides, Hannah wasn't dumb. She knew there was a simple equation at play: He's an eighteen-year-old boy. He has a dick. He's horny. You have nice tits. Of course, his brain wants him to look. That doesn't mean he feels anything or actually wants anything.
Wearing her silver shorts and black compression bra, Hannah walked into the chilling water. Rarely did Miles have a chance to see his mom's flat stomach and round hips. He savored the view.
"It feels good to finally rinse off," Miles forced small talk. His focus was on his angelic mom gliding toward him through the clear water.
The only thing Hannah could focus on though was the shock of the frigid mountain stream. Her teeth were chattering yet she plunged her body to the shallow bottom anyway. She did her best to hide her attention-grabbing assets below the refractions in the clear water. "Yeah, it's nice to rinse off. They should've put a warning sign at the trailhead about how much dirt there'd be."
She tried to distract herself from the fact that her sports bra revealed the top half of her boobs. Her bones were cold, but she refused to stand. All he's been thinking about for the last month is seeing wet tits coming out of the water, she thought.
And Miles still was. He didn't even hear his mom's humorous reply. He breathed heavily from his bare, hairless chest. It wasn't just Hannah who was hiding a sexual asset beneath the water's surface. "I think Dad has the soap," was the only thing he managed to say.
Upriver, Ken and his friends were surrounding their boss. They were all at least pretending to be interested in what he had to say. Hannah waved in her husband's direction to get his attention, but to no avail. "When he's done sucking up to the boss we'll be able to bathe," Hannah lamented.
Hmm. Never had Miles heard his mom speak that way about his dad. Of course, they joked about him together, but never anything they wouldn't have teased him about to his face. His parents had a respectful relationship, and Miles wasn't sure if he saw a rare moment where his mom had something bad to say or if she had deeper feelings and her tongue had slipped in the cold water.
Regardless, without soap, there was nothing for them to do but tread water and chat. Miles continually flicked his gaze below the surface and Hannah pretended not to notice.
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Ken finally trudged toward his family, and his coworkers were in tow. "We're checking out a beaver dam downriver if you wanna come with us!"
"Well, actually, we'll just take the soap for now."
"Oh, shoot! Here you go." It had slipped his mind.
"Thanks, Babe," the freezing wife wryly grinned.
As Ken set off, Miles and Hannah were left alone to bathe.
"Here," Hannah broke the bar of biodegradable soap in half. She knew she had to stand up to clean her body properly, and she hoped if Miles cleaned himself at the same time he would be distracted from the, uh, stimuli.
Hannah's hope was dashed rather quickly.
Mindlessly, Miles lathered the soap into his palms and ran his hands over his abs, chest, and biceps. His eyes never left his mom, secretly praying for her to cover herself in suds.
Fuck this shit! Hannah's frustration boiled over. She had already finished with her hair and face. She was beginning to look odd for not bathing. No matter what she did, her son was going to watch her even if it killed him. Fine, you win!
The mother quit delaying the inevitable and emerged from the water. She ran her soapy hands over her torso, arms, and chest at high speed. She stared at a boulder upstream knowing full well her son's green eyes were locked onto the droplets of water and bubbles of soap running down her goosebump-covered breasts. She could practically feel it. She was clean enough and splashed back into the water.
Woah... Miles's erection twitched. He was infatuated with his mom's wet curves and straight, darkened hair. His excitement then grew even more because he realized a more sensual form of cleaning was about to happen. She has to wash her legs next, he thought.
Hannah was already well aware. She darted her eyes everywhere except for her son's face. The longer she waited, the more tension she sensed. Listen, Hannah... You know he's gonna give you that wide-eyed look. There's nothing you can do about it. He's working through last night. He just needs time.
Just as her left thigh breached the flowing surface, she heard someone approaching.
In an instant, Miles watched his mom stiffen from her neck to her toes.
"Hey, you two! How are you guys doing?"
Miles looked at Sebastian step through the water toward them, and then he glanced at his mom. Her shoulders were tense, and her breathing was deliberate.
"We're doing well, Sebastian! How could we complain on a day like this?"
Wow... Miles didn't know how his mom could be so uncomfortable yet act so confidently and smoothly. She masked her emotions remarkably.
"I know! It's gorgeous, isn't it?" The plant manager praised the sky with his lifted hands and then turned his piercing, deep eyes back at Hannah. "I'm overjoyed you two could come. I wanted this to be a real family event. I get to know my employees very well, and yet, I barely know their lives outside of work."
Miles didn't see why that was a problem, but he nodded with his mom in understanding.
"I was pleasantly surprised you came," Sebastian smiled at Hannah. "I see spouses, parents, even cousins at our work parties, but you haven't been able to make it to any lately. We miss seeing you at the plant! Poor Ken always seems to come alone," he laughed in his subtle, rhythmic accent.
Being an observant son, Miles caught Sebastian checking his mom out -- which wasn't abnormal by any means -- but there was a strange coolness and comfort about how he did it.
"Well, as I'm sure Ken has told you, I'm always busy with work. It's nearly impossible for me to get there!" Hannah expressed her regret.
"I know, I feel terrible about our scheduling. Anyway, we should catch up some time so you know what Ken is up to at the plant. He does amazing work, and I have a feeling he's too humble to share it with you."
Hannah flashed a smile until Sebastian walked away to join his employees back at the beaver dam.
While she remained tense, her mind seemed to drift into listlessness. "I'm gonna get out now."
With a sense of duty, Miles followed his mom out of the water. He was concerned as she walked up to the trail and sat on a boulder behind tree cover. She was still barefoot, still soaking wet, and still in her black bra. Miles knew there was a problem when he sat down in full view of her and she didn't even care.
"What's wrong?"
Hannah was silent.
"Mom, I'm not blind. I saw how weird that was," Miles bluntly stated.
Hannah started sobbing in her hands.
Oh, fuck. You idiot! Miles cursed himself for whatever fault he had committed. He was also shocked by how his strong mom had immediately broken down. "Mom, it's okay," he blindly assured. At least nobody from the river could see her weeping.
Hannah cried until she regained her breath. "You're gonna hate me," she wailed.
What? Miles had no idea what she did, but it couldn't change his answer. "That's impossible."
"Yes, you will," she promised. She covered her face. "You'll hate me forever, and I deserve it!"
"Mom," Miles squatted to meet her eye. He was in unchartered waters. "I promise you there's nothing you can do to make me hate you. Just tell me what happened. I promise I won't be mad."
Hannah doubted her son. There was a weight on her chest, one that had been there for some time, and she needed to come clean. "I did something bad with Mr. Garcia."
"Sebastian?!" No way... Miles immediately thought of her most likely offense. He wanted to know more. "Oh, well, uh... I'm not mad if you did anything wrong with him."
Hannah picked her head out of her hands. She stared bewildered through her watery eyes. "How?!"
"I don't know," Miles gathered his thoughts. He never expected this. "I guess because I know you're a good person, and one mistake doesn't make you a bad person."
The mother cracked a soft smile through her tears. She appreciated her son's rosy view of her character. "Thanks for saying that. But I don't think you understand. What I did was really bad."
Yeah, I already know what you did, Mom... Miles thought. "I'm not a kid anymore. I know what adults do. You can tell me. There's nothing I can't handle."
Hannah opened her mouth then paused. Her mind churned, so Miles let her think. "I kissed him on New Year's Eve last year," she bawled.
As out-of-character as her confession seemed, Miles found himself disappointed. He shrugged, "That's not that bad."
Hannah held up her finger. "That's not it," she sniffed. She stared up at the sifting leaves. "Your dad had been flirting with this young receptionist all night. So, he left me alone and I was drinking. And I know that's not an excuse," she clarified.
As Hannah continued to piece together her confession, she relived the night in her head. The wife and mother remembered standing in a crowded nightclub on the second-highest story of a downtown building. It was the New Year's Eve party hosted by her husband's energy plant. It was a swankier affair with loud music and a dark environment.
Ken, as well as other management, were the only ones invited from the plant. A vast majority of the guests were current or potential business clients and their spouses. Hannah was in a sleek, metallic, sequin dress, and she was feeling herself. Her sex life with Ken had been declining, and she was looking forward to teasing him all night with her alluring outfit.
Of course, other women also took the opportunity to dress in enticing clubwear. And one of them was the new receptionist at the plant. Hannah wasn't positive, but she knew she could have only been there at Ken's invitation.
Ken had never been in Hannah's league. Hannah knew it gave him an inferiority complex when together. At work, however, Ken was popular and attractive due to his status and intellect. Hannah knew the plant was where Ken had been bestowed the "bigshot" status he had always craved.
And the passively attractive receptionist, dressed in a red cocktail dress, was giving Ken a type of attention Hannah could never give him, no matter how hard she tried. The receptionist was in Ken's league, and she gave him the ego boost without making him feel inadequate standing next to her in public.
While Hannah understood her husband's problem, she didn't excuse it. It certainly gave him no right to leave her standing alone with a drink in her hand for thirty minutes while he flirted with the receptionist and let her touch him at the bar "on his way to the bathroom."
"So, I saw him there flirting with her..." Hannah continued her abbreviated story to her son, "And then Sebastian came up to me. We talked about random shit, and then he asked me where my husband was." She shook her head shamefully. "I was embarrassed. I had to lie to him because I couldn't tell him my husband was off flirting with some other woman. So, I just told him he was outside getting some air."
Hannah remembered Sebastian's presence and handsomeness in his fine suit. Sebastian told her she looked beautiful and gently tested the boundaries of flirting. Hannah remembered how she grinned because she was finally getting the attention she had wanted from her husband.
She admitted to Miles, "Then Sebastian said something about how your dad better get back upstairs quickly because the ball was gonna drop soon. And I -- kind of in a joking way -- said I wasn't going to be alone at midnight, so if your dad wasn't back, I'd just find some other guy to kiss."
Hannah sheepishly looked at Miles. His reaction was one of surprise but not judgment. She felt secure in continuing her story. "So, of course, Sebastian said 'it would be a crime' for me to be alone and 'If Ken's not back upstairs, then I'll come kiss you myself.' I didn't know if he was joking or serious. But, anyway, when the ball dropped, your dad was still at the bar and Sebastian ended up coming over to me... And we kissed."
Picking at her nails, Hannah thought back to how she waited there alone in the middle of the party, anxiously watching everyone else prepare for the countdown.
The club was buzzing, and people were already blowing on noisemakers and ringing bells. Hannah could see her husband's head floating above the bar on the other side of the packed room. As people began counting down from ten to ring in the New Year, Ken was still excitedly chatting with the receptionist. Hannah considered approaching him and dragging him away. But then she decided if he didn't want to share the special moment with her, then so be it.
It was then when her "joke" about kissing another man grew into a serious thought. Hannah was alone in a tight, sparkling dress, with a hem high on the thigh and a plunging neckline. She had worn it to feel hot. And she was hot. She wanted a man to recognize her and appreciate her.
When the clock struck midnight, confetti rained from the ceiling. A cocktail of disappointment, jealousy, vengeance, and arousal coursed through Hannah's veins. Her heart was racing. Every person seemed to be joyfully kissing another person. While her husband wasn't kissing the receptionist, he was celebrating by her side with a hug.
Sebastian suavely approached her through a crowd of people. His timing made it seem as if he had been waiting and watching her. He hadn't been joking about kissing her.
As the tan man stepped before her, he spoke loudly over the cheers and bells. "Happy New Year, Hannah! I hope you got your kiss."
"Happy New Year to you!" Hannah then shook her head. " And no... He's over there somewhere. So I didn't get my kiss. It sucks."
"Is he even around here? I haven't seen any of my employees," the boss casually asked.
Hannah's arms were shaking, and she was laying it on thick. "They're all over there on the other side of the bar. It's annoying... Ken can't even see me over here," she sighed. "He's lucky that some other guy didn't come up to kiss me," she chuckled.
Sebastian laughed heartily while lightly touching her waist and leaning in closer. "He is lucky. I'm sure any man would want to kiss you. I'm sure a lot of men have asked to kiss you, no?"
Hannah understood Sebastian's need for certainty -- for it could be catastrophic for his career. So, she had no problem being more obvious. "Actually, no! Haha! Guys have been checking me out all night but none of them have asked me to kiss them. I don't get why not? It's no big deal or anything -- it's just a New Year's kiss. Literally, any guy in here could have come up... but they've all been too shy so far." Hannah rocked her waist into Sebastian's hand.
The manager inched closer to the gorgeous woman and slid his hand onto the small of her back over her sequin dress. "Since every other man is intimidated by your beauty, I'm guessing it's my honor?"
Hannah bashfully shrugged and sipped her glass of champagne. "You have the same chance every other man has."
Sebastion pressed his forehead into Hannah's, and she suggestively smirked back at him. The boss and his employee's wife shared a short, open-mouthed kiss.
When the kiss ended, they promiscuously stared at each other, and then Hannah stood up on her toes. They kissed again. This time with their lips deeply interlocking. Their tongues slipped into each other's mouths. The naughty, sensual kiss invigorated Hannah, and she wrapped her arms around Sebastian's neck. Sebastian lowered his palm onto Hanna's fatty butt cheek and squeezed it with his fingers.
Hannah closed her eyes and then pulled away.
"Too much?" Sebastian guiltily asked.
"Not enough," Hannah bit her lip and winked.
Sebastian grinned ear to ear and smacked Hannah's ass with a thud. He gripped her left butt cheek and lifted it, pulling the hem of Hannah's silver dress higher on her thigh. Hannah felt fucking sexy and she let Sebastian make out with her more.
Until then, they had only been casual acquaintances, but they soon found themselves walking together to the back of the club so they could not be seen. They danced together intimately and felt the curves of each other's bodies.
Her intuition told her that her husband was looking for her, so Hannah told Sebastian she had to go. But before Sebastian let Hannah out of his arms, he said he wanted to fuck her brains out. That comment sent a chill from her lions to her neck. Hannah's face was glowing as she shrugged, "Oh, yeah? Hmm... Well, if I didn't have to go home with my husband, you probably would've gotten the chance to fuck my brains out tonight. Too bad."
"When you get home, sneak out again and meet me back here. We can pick up where we left off."
"Yeah? Maybe we can pick up where we left off on some other day? Name a time and a place... Maybe I'll be free." She then pulled away from Sebastian, shooting him one last wink.
"So anyway," Hannah resumed her shortened story, "after we kissed, one thing led to another, and I ended up agreeing to -- you know -- meet up with him." The remorseful mother could barely look at her son. "And after that night, I SWEAR I had no intention of acting on that drunk promise. Sebastian emailed me a few times and I ignored him every time. But somehow he got my number and called me one day. He told me your dad was competing for a promotion and about how he was 'much less qualified' than the other applicant." Hannah sighed. "Yeah... I'm sure you can imagine what he was getting at."
Miles couldn't even speak. He wasn't sure what he felt. The unfolding events were fascinating and he needed to hear more. Miles was so engrossed he was barely taking the opportunity to admire his mom's wet, half-naked body. "What happened next?"
Justifying her actions -- both to her son and herself -- Hannah explained, "The promotion was for a major pay increase. And I looked at the job requirements. Nobody else in the plant qualified except for your father. I had a feeling Sebastian was going to give it to your father anyway. But the way he was dangling it -- I didn't want to be the reason why your father was wronged out of a job. It would be great for the family, and I caused the problem."
"So, you didn't want to do it? It wasn't fun for you or anything?" Miles asked, with a somewhat deflated tone. He didn't know if it made him a bad person, but he realized he liked the idea of his mom craving great sex so badly that she'd be naughty to get it.
Hannah opened her mouth, but she had no idea what to say to her son. The answer was both awkward and complicated. She could still remember the jitteriness in her hands and wrists when she parked her car at the five-star hotel Sebastian had booked.
Hannah knew Sebastian was on a long lunch break. She knew her husband was working back at the plant none the wiser. Her shaking hands made it impossible to touch up her makeup in the visor mirror. The wife and mother was torn into three parts. Part of her was horrified by what she was there to do. Part of her felt her husband deserved it for his disloyalty at the party. And part of her was aroused. Looking down at the inviting attire she had decided to wear, she knew she had already made up her mind.
As Hannah knocked on the door to the hotel room, her mind was racing. How would she even engage with Sebastian? How could she get in the mood while being so nervous? Those questions were rendered pointless the moment Sebastian opened the door. He pulled her in and kissed her. Within two minutes, they were stripping each other naked.
The sex was quality. Sebastian knew what he was doing, and it was much better than anything Hannah had been getting from Ken. Hannah insisted she stay on her elbows and knees so he could take her pussy from behind. Doggystyle allowed her to enjoy the feeling of Sebastian's cock thrusting inside her and his body slamming into her ass, all while she got to hold onto the fantasy that she didn't want to be doing it -- that the hot sex was something she had to do for the family.
But Hannah was no martyr. She gave Sebastian open access to her naked body. She savored the touch and manipulation of his desiring hands, and she moaned in response. When Sebastian grunted and ejaculated into his condom, Hannah bit her lip and nearly orgasmed.
Then, without saying a word, a frantic Hannah pushed her way out from under Sebastian's sweaty body and ran into the bathroom. She locked the door behind her. For over half an hour she showered, trying to reconcile what she had done. But her thoughts seemed to run in circles. Suddenly, she realized why she couldn't think straight. Her pussy was still tingling and she wanted to cum.
No internal alarms or restraints could stop Hannah as she strutted naked out of the bathroom. Sebastian was back in his suit and immediately broke away from a phone call. He asked if she was okay, and Hannah simply held her finger to her lips. "Get out of those work clothes, because, this time, you're gonna make ME cum."
For fifteen minutes, Hannah rode Sebastian's erection while they talked dirty. Sebastian fingered her clit so well, she stopped riding him and sucked his dick to make the pleasure last longer. When Hannah finally orgasmed and came, she freed his dick of the rubber condom and jerked him off as they made out. After Sebastian ejaculated again, Hannah left.
"I mean, I don't wanna get into it too much," Hannah responded to her son's question. She wanted to come clean but not be too intimate. "We had sex twice that day, but I swore to myself it was the last time I'd do something like that. Sebastian has messaged me plenty of times, and I've always turned him down. That's why I've stopped going to parties at your dad's work."
Miles stood with his fingers interlocked behind his head. He paced in a small circle. "Oh, wow! That's- Wow..." Now he was taking full advantage of his mom's scant state, feasting with his eyes. He imagined getting to fuck his mom twice in one day and what he'd do with her. Miles thought, She's already fucked another guy recently! Twice!
Her son's eager eyes made Hannah finally aware of her state of undress. His brazen staring was alarming, but Hannah was more concerned about permanently losing his respect. "So... What do you think, Miles? After hearing all of that, do you still think you can't be mad at me? You should be mad at me. I deserve it."
It wasn't just the lust, Miles could never find it in himself to vilify his mom. They were best friends. She had done so many great things for him and other people in her life. "You made a mistake. But you were in a tough spot. And you were pressured into it. And even if you did want it, it's kind of dad's fault too. You were both doing something bad with other people. I don't think it has to be a big deal."
More tears streaked down Hannah's cheeks, but they were ones of relief and appreciation. "Thank you for saying that. I was so afraid you'd hate me," Hannah smiled through her cry.
You were afraid of me hating you? Not dad? Miles thought proudly. He tried cheering his mom up with a joke. "It sucks about this trip. It's kind of hard to avoid Sebastian here, isn't it? Haha!"
Hannah rolled her eyes in massive circles. "Honey, this trip is BECAUSE of me."
"Wait... What?"
"Think about it, Miles. He basically hijacked control of an astronomy trip and then told everyone to bring their families. Why? Your father said it was Sebastian forcing everyone to bring their families as a 'bonding' activity. Do you see everyone else's family here? No. He only pressured your father that much. He wanted me to finally have to come to an event again so he could 'solicit' me."
A four-day astronomy club field trip. That was turned into a family event. And only five of the employees even had families. It dawned on Miles how ridiculous of an idea the trip was. It was the type of idea only a horny man could invent when thinking with his dick.
"Oh, shit... That's definitely what he did. Do you think he's gonna try to do anything bad to you?" Miles grew worried about his mom's safety. First Blackmail, then staging a four-day getaway just to talk to her? This guy is borderline insane. Or... Miles wondered, is she that amazing in bed?
"No, no. He won't do anything rash. He'll approach me at some point and I'll shoot him down." Hannah was surprisingly calm. She knew Sebastian's actions were unacceptable, but she had dealt with clingy men before. With how well she had worked Sebastian's cock over both times, his desperation was no surprise. I was fucking incredible the second time, Hannah remembered.
This real, adult conversation was like none Miles had with his mom before. Or anyone for that matter. It stirred and emboldened him. "Well, good thing you didn't bathe in that yellow bikini you had in college. You would've never kept him away."
Hannah rolled and belted in laughter. "Yeah," she nodded, "I was smart enough to avoid that, at least." She wiped the last remnants of tears from her face and her mood brightened.
"Mom, can I ask you a question?" She nodded, and Miles asked, "Does dad know what you did?"
"Umm..." Hannah straightened her back. "Kind of. We had an argument about him flirting with another girl and me kissing another guy. I said I forgot which guy it was -- for obvious reasons. We talked about having an open relationship. But, honestly, he didn't love the idea. And, besides, our marriage works. The older you get, the more the idea of changing things or starting over seems scary. I've kind of accepted my affair with Sebastian as a sacrifice for the family -- even if that's a lie."
Miles appreciated her trusting him with an honest answer. "If it makes you feel better, after just seeing that weird, outie belly button he has, I definitely think you having sex with him was a sacrifice for the family."
"Haha!" Hannah muffled her mouth and stomped her feet. Her green eyes lit up. "Shhh! Oh my god, haha! Okay... so, you promise you're not mad? You're not going to resent me years later for this? You're not going to tell me on my deathbed that you hate me?"
"No, you're an amazing mom. I'd never hate you."
Hannah wanted to cry again. She rose to her feet, feeling lighter, and gave Miles a big hug. The maturity with which her son handled such a tough, adult conversation marked a proud moment for her as a mother. Miles felt sturdy and larger in her arms, and she realized her baby was becoming a man.
Once the initial surge of love died down, Hannah noticed her son's arms holding her in a different way than usual. I should get dressed, she thought and broke off the hug.
Miles could have savored his mom's wet chest smooshing into his pecs all day long. Unfortunately, she had left hurriedly to get back into her tank top. On his bare chest, Miles could see the moisture from where her sports bra had made an imprint.
Wiping herself down with a towel, Hannah was glad she had got out of the hug in time. But when she looked up at the trail from the riverbank, she noticed the gray mesh of her son's shorts magically levitating. Her pupils dilated. Ohhh... that's not good.
9 *****
The hikers, all cleaner and fully clothed, were back on the trail and hiking through the steamy woods. Even though Hannah was hiking next to her son in the rear again, she was in her own world.
Was it the hug? She wondered. Was it the story? Of course, the hug can cause it. That's pretty straightforward. That's just boy feels tits and body, boy gets boner. I get the physical attraction. But if it's from hearing me talk about how I fucked Sebastian... That's not about my body. That's about me.
As they marched along the worn path, Hannah, less naive now, reopened her investigation into last night's "incident." There was something off about her son's explanation of events.
Okay, he said he woke up. Then he saw what happened. And then he froze because he was freaked out and didn't know what to do. Then he said you woke up when he froze. That's why he didn't have time to pull his "thing" away... Hannah shook her head.
There's no way he could've played dead so quickly. Not if he just woke up. And think about it -- You'd been rubbing against him for ten fucking seconds, at least, and he didn't move at all. Then once you sit up, he's magically able to move?!
Rattled by her new theory, Hannah spent the remainder of the day's hike peeking at her son's face, paranoid over him checking her out. His crotch was covered by his hanging shirt, but she eyed it occasionally, needing to know if anything happened again.
As for Miles, he was blissfully unaware of her suspicion. He just enjoyed the smell of decaying bark and let his mom enjoy some quiet time after an eventful morning.
10 *****
Camp Two didn't share the amazing view of the first site. Pine trees blocked most of the sunlight. Still, it was a tranquil place for the happy hikers to drop their packs and eat.
"There is a clearing up there," Aiden peered at the hill ahead of them. "There might be some thickets, but it's a great spot to set up the 'scopes."
"Well, let's get camp set up first," Katherine politely reminded him.
This time, Hannah and Miles joined Ken in setting up the family tent. The mom and son swallowed as they watched him rotate Miles's blue sleeping bag.
"It's fire time!" The father rubbed his hands.
A firepit was constructed with small rocks in a clearing. The thin trees robbed them of their pristine view but provided them a cozy atmosphere. Snacks were devoured and stories were shared. Then the astronomy geeks hurried to gather their equipment and set up on the hill before dark. Their families slowly left the clearing to make their way back to the tents scattered among the woods.
"How much ya wanna bet someone gets lost in the dark and has to sleep outside?"
"Heh," Hannah chuckled shortly. She then scanned the trees to make sure they were truly alone by the fire. "Hey, Miles, can we talk here for a moment?"
"Umm. Yeah, I guess so." He had a bad feeling.
"I wanna thank you for your discretion today. And for being so understanding."
"Oh... Yeah, of course!" Miles beamed. Something told him not to stand up just yet.
"I also have sort of an awkward question... But I need to know the answer." Hannah kicked her feet. "I WON'T be mad." She looked him in the eye assuringly. "No matter what your answer is, I won't be mad. I'll be understanding of you, just like you were understanding of me."
Miles nodded.
"How long were you awake last night before I woke up? Honestly?"
Fuck me... Shit! "Uhh," Miles remembered his lie from earlier, "right before you did."
"Right," Hannah nodded. "What does 'right before' mean, though? Like, that's relative, you know? Hah. 'Right before' can mean five seconds, thirty seconds... a couple of minutes...?"
The air felt thinner in the altitude. Miles's airways tightened, and the fire crackled fiercely. He knew his mom. His mom was smart, and he felt dumb for thinking he'd ever fool her. Of course, she knew he had been up for a while. Why would she be simply testing a theory?
Shit, dude! Think! There's no fucking way she'll buy five seconds. Two minutes would make you sound like a creep. With the silent seconds painfully mounting more pressure, Miles quickly lied. "Maybe a minute?"
His mom's eyes grew and her chin fell. He had guessed too much time.
"Wh- Why didn't you pull away?" Hannah was stunned.
Miles leaned back. "I, um- I- I didn't want to wake you up."
"You could have woken me up for THAT! You had a minute to think! Use common sense."
"I know. It was just... If I woke you up, I was afraid to explain why. It just seemed so awkward." Miles thought he made a good point in his spur-of-the-moment defense.
His mom didn't agree. She looked even more dumbfounded. "Awkward? More awkward than you being pressed against me all night? Especially considering- You knew you were erect right?! You had to."
"Yeah, but I was half asleep. Plus, I just didn't think it was a big deal." Miles grasped at straws.
"Not. A big. Deal...?" The muscles in Hannah's jaw clenched as she spoke. She was on the verge of breaking her promise to not get mad.
The scared teenager had no way out now. He could only keep downplaying what he did. "Yeah. I mean, it's like you said this morning, It's just something bodies do when they're together like that. You slid onto my sleeping bag, and I didn't know what to do. I didn't move or push at all. You were pushing into me, so I figured that's how your body wanted to sleep."
Hannah digested his words, and Miles continued, "You said yourself it was no big deal. We were both asleep and you got cold. I woke up and saw how my body reacted. I had no idea how I was supposed to handle that. Like, I kind of sat up, but then your body moved into me to get comfortable again. So, I just let you sleep like that."
Rubbing her face, Hannah tried to reach her son. "Miles, you didn't think me sleeping with you that way was inappropriate? You think the best option was to do nothing? You were fine with letting that happen the whole night...?"
Miles doubled down on his gaslighting. "Why wouldn't I have been? We were just sleeping. Like you said, when men and women sleep right next to each other, that happens sometimes. Why should I have thought it was inappropriate? Why do you think it should be weird?"
Her lips moved, but Hannah was at a loss for words. Suddenly, she was on the defensive. Her son was never going to admit he saw her sexually, and Hannah now felt like their weird one for pushing him to admit it. She had to lower the tension.
"No, no. Believe me, Miles, I never saw it that way either. I know that's just how our bodies chose to sleep. I just wanted to talk to you about it again because I feel bad about you being so confused when you woke up. I wanted you to know you didn't have to stay awake all night and hope I'd move off your space. You could've woken me up and pushed me over. Or never done it and dealt with it. Whatever. Again, I just wanted to ask you about it because I wanted to make sure you weren't uncomfortable."
What? Miles shifted on his lumpy backpack and tried to make sense of his mom's rant. She contradicted everything she had just said. All he cared about was that her tone let him know he was in the clear.
Hannah faked a yawn and looked easily into the flames. If she acted like everything was back to normal, maybe it would be.
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The Star Gammas eventually returned from the hill. They had high hopes for the space views waiting for them later in the night.
The entire hiking party gathered around the fire again for dinner, and drinks were poured. Miles accepted a cup of whiskey, but his mom declined. He was discouraged to see his mom reject the alcohol and then scolded himself for thinking like a creep.
"So, who's gonna be joining us tonight? Miles, an astronomy buff like you has to be itching to finally see some stars," Sebastian doted upon the young man.
"Yeah, you should come with us, bud!" His dad also encouraged.
"Yeah, you should go with them," Hannah chimed in.
What the hell's happening? Miles thought as he looked around the circle of people like he had secretly been chosen to be the human sacrifice at the top of the hill. In actuality, his mom wanted to be alone in the tent to avoid more awkwardness, and his dad wanted to spend more time with him. Miles turned to Sebastian, who looked different now that Miles knew what he had done with his mom. "Sure, sounds fun."
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In the dark, Miles followed his dad's work friends up a rough trail to a high ledge. As Aiden had promised, the site was difficult to reach but the view was stunning. They all dimmed their headlamps and walked under the endless blanket of stars. It was nowhere near peak gazing hours, yet the immersive, humbling sky almost made Miles wish he had gone last night. Almost.
"Here. I'll give you coordinates and you try to adjust the telescope," Ken instructed.
Miles enjoyed the discovery. He had done it plenty of times, and the bright visions were no less breathtaking. Everyone on the rocky ledge was alive and sharing more bonding drinks.
Nearly an hour into the space watch Sebastian begrudgingly announced he had left his phone at camp and needed to get it. During the trip thus far, Sebastian had been getting enough service to answer emails and calls -- much to the annoyance of everyone else.
The boss left, and the employees quickly released their expressions of disappointment. They returned to stargazing, even happier than before. Miles, however, felt off in the pit of his stomach. No more than two minutes after Sebastian departed, Miles told his dad he was getting tired.
"Oh, you can't stay up late like your old man?" Ken teased.
"I guess not." Miles shrugged and started down the path back to the campsite. He carefully but quickly picked his way through the brush. In ten minutes, he was back on flat ground. His joke earlier about the employees getting lost on their way back to camp had been karmically turned on him. Worry rose in his Adam's apple -- not because he was lost in the trees, but because Sebastian was gaining time on him.
His headlamp was out as he searched for his tent. When finally he spotted the orange triangle, his body was throbbing. With each step, he watched for thin sticks and crunchy leaves. When he was about twenty feet from the tent he hid behind a tree and listened in to the faint conversation.
Sebastian's frame hovered outside the family tent. His mom was inside alone. Their whispers carried in the silent breeze.
"Yeah, I know. But we can't risk doing it again."
"You know, when you were in that stream, I swear it was like seeing you dripping wet out of the shower and asking for more all over again. And your sexy black bra was just as stunning as the one you wore to the hotel. Remember?"
"I'm glad I could inspire such fond memories."
Miles detected his mom's playful sarcasm. It was forever hard to miss.
"You looked incredible today. The only difference was your clothes never came all the way off and you weren't begging me to cum on your tits."
"Well, you just would've missed and hit my shoulder again."
Sebastian laughed richly and then his whispers turned more pragmatic. "Listen, I know that you know about Ken talking to Emily every day, still. Us having fun again would only be fair."
Miles leaned in to hear his mom's response.
"Believe me, if I planned on getting back at my husband for that, I'd have plenty of other options. Badgering me on this trip isn't helping your cause."
"Oh, come on. You're reading a James Patterson book. That means you're horny."
Miles heard his mom's muffled laughter.
"This novel is actually one where a woman's husband's boss keeps trying to fuck her on a hiking trip and she ends up pushing him off of a cliff."
"Haha. Well, if I'm horny and you're horny... How about we read that book together? I'll rub your pussy, you jerk me off?"
"Even if I am horny, I'd end up killing you afterward for being such an asshole."
"I'll take that trade."
Hannah laughed again. "Goodnight."
"Okay, alright. No sex. How about a goodnight kiss then, like we did on New Year's?"
There was a long pause. "I can't do that. I'm here with my husband and son."
Sensing his mom had made up her mind, Miles loudly stomped toward the tent while looking around as if he were strolling into camp.
Sebastian went blank. He spoke quickly and loudly toward the tent, "Well, I'm happy I ran into you, too. I'm glad your family is doing well. Oh, hey, champ!"
"Hey, Sebastian," Miles smiled back. He then watched him slink into the darkness.
As he entered the tent, somehow, his mom already knew he had heard what happened. Her face was resigned and straightforward.
"How much of that did you hear?"
"I'm not sure exactly. I saw him leave the telescopes and I figured he was coming down here. I just wanted to keep an eye on him."
"Well, thank you," Hannah's lips sweetly curled. She found it ironic how her son picked up on something her husband didn't. "When did you start listening, exactly?"
"You were talking about how you couldn't risk doing it again."
"Oh, god... You probably think I was lying to you earlier about wanting to stop. Don't you?"
"No," Miles answered sincerely, "I think I get it. You were just flirting for fun."
"Right, yeah," she nodded thankfully. "I know it's hard for you to understand now, but life and marriage can get, uh... complicated. You have ups and downs and problems. And people get through them in different ways." Hannah was upset Miles had heard more details of her infidelity, as well as his dad's. But she felt she deserved it as punishment.
"I understand," Miles shrugged. He couldn't help but imagine his mom urging him to cum on her tits -- as she had apparently done for Sebastian. "Um, I'm going to get changed for bed."
"Okay, honey."
In the crisp outside air, Miles changed into his thermal underwear. Inside the tent, Hannah wondered what would've happened if he hadn't swooped in and scared off Sebastian. Her "no" to the kiss wasn't exactly firm. As disgusted as she was by Sebastian, she wondered why she felt an affinity to him, to tiptoe close to the edge with him. It wasn't simply retribution for her husband's behavior.
Today had been nothing but important questions left unanswered. But maybe, Hannah realized, she had the rare chance to answer a critical one right now. She looked at her covered body under her sleeping bag. It had been hours since her son had seen any hint of her curves. But he did just hear me talk about being naked and letting a guy jizz on me, she thought.
Delicately, Hannah moved in her sleeping bag and unzipped the window flap on her end of the tent. She looked out into the dark. At first, she saw nothing but her son's silhouette hunched over against the star-laden sky. She watched him replace his shirt before pushing down his shorts. Then, out of his shorts, like an impressionist painting, the outline of an erect cock stood in the foreground.
Of course, Hannah sighed to herself. It wasn't a scientific test, but it was now fairly obvious her son was aroused by her -- not simply her body. As Miles's feet crunched around the tent, Hannah quickly zipped the window and pretended to read on her phone.
When Miles was settled inside his bag, he announced from the other end of the tent, "I'm hittin' the hay. 'Night, Mom."
"Me, too. Sleep well."
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Hannah lay on her back, letting her shoulders sink into her sleeping pad as she closed her eyes. Miles, on the other hand, was under an unzipped sleeping bag, having no intention of going to sleep.
She might do it again, he thought. She's not drunk, but maybe she's turned on enough from her book and flirting with Sebastian that her body will do it when she's asleep?
In Miles's mind, he had drawn a line between being opportunistic and being immoral. If he forced his mom into him while she was asleep, it was wrong. If her body chose to come onto his pad again, though, then that was her decision.
After watching his mom sleep for long enough, Miles softly unzipped his window flap. Like last night, the cool night breeze began displacing the human-generated warmth. He studied his mom's outline, hoping for a reaction.
Miles, however, wasn't the only clever member of his family.
He fucking opened the window again, Hannah breathed. Call it mother's intuition, but Hannah suspected Miles had somehow facilitated his "lucky break" the night before. Asking him questions would never lead anywhere. She knew the only real proof would be catching him red-handed.
An open window flap wasn't a smoking gun. His unzipped sleeping bag and window were red flags, though. But, Hannah thought, those are both things he'd do if he were too hot.
Minutes passed. And the tent was quiet. The only sounds came from the light tumbling of leaves outside.
As the cold seeped into Hannah's sleeping bag, she began debating whether to react. If all of this is part of some scheme, he wants you to get cold and react naturally, Hannah reasoned. But if you brush him first -- even accidentally -- you'll give him the benefit of the doubt and he'll say he was just reacting. Don't fuck this up.
Theatrically, Hannah stretched her arm out of her warm sleeping bag and let it flop down.
Fuck! Miles panicked when the hand hit his shin. He was then relieved when his mom drew her arm back to her side, still asleep. She wasn't kidding about hitting people in her sleep, Miles realized. The erect son grew more excited -- His mom had just slept through a hard, physical sensation.
Hannah now knew where her son's body was. She could shuffle toward him without risking first contact. With a sigh, she rolled onto her side, facing away from her son.
Miles's heart quickened and the corners of his mouth dried. She was reacting the way he had hoped.
Nervously, Hannah slowly brought her knees to her chest and pushed her butt out. Her glutes guided her nylon sleeping bag to the side, and she felt her bottom cheek slide across the divot between the sleeping pads. The mother's pulse was rapid and there was an uneasiness in her stomach. She feared her son would fail the test.
Hannah's butt came to a rest an inch away from the side of Miles's sleeping bag. In her life, she had used her ass as a lure several times to great effect. But this was one instance where the man taking the bait would be a bad thing.
Lying there, on her side, in the dark... It was surreal and mind-warping for Hannah to be waiting in this position. She believed her son was still awake, but she couldn't be sure. If he rolls over, you can catch him in the act, she thought.
But what Hannah felt next wasn't her son's weight turning over in his bag. Instead, she felt a delicate tapping on her upper butt cheek. It was her son's finger.
"Mom. Mom." Miles's whisper filled the tent. It grew louder. "Mom. Mom?"
He's testing to see if you're awake... Or he could be trying to wake you? Hannah thought. She stayed still, and it was difficult to breathe slowly when she was bordering on screaming. She questioned what her son would try next or when he would attempt it. All of a sudden, his sleeping bag crinkled and Hannah's eyes shot open. She exhaled silently, as the tip of her son's erection pressed into the side of her sleeping bag.
For an agonizing minute, Hannah waited. Miles hadn't moved at all since making contact. Did he get comfortable and decide to drift off to sleep this way? Hannah planned on busting him, but it was hard to do if he wasn't even moving.
That soon changed. But not in the way Hannah expected. Huh...
He had pulled his body away. His hips had slid back on his pad and stayed away. Maybe he just wanted a taste without risking long-term exposure?
But, seconds later, she felt his cocktip applying light pressure through her sleeping bag against her ass again. Again, he held it still for a minute and then pulled away.
You little shit... Hannah thought. When it dawned on her, she almost admired her son's cleverness. HE was baiting HER. Miles had her cold and "asleep," and his groin was now the best space heater in the tent.
Why her son wanted to lure her farther into his sleeping space, Hannah didn't know. He had access to her butt where it was now. Hannah knew she could bust him, but the human instinct to get to the bottom of a mystery prevented her from speaking up just yet. What was his game?
The worst-case scenario was Hannah would end up in the same position she did the night before. If so, she could simply roll out of it -- either pretending to turn in her sleep or, more preferably, by confronting him. Either way, the risk was small.
So, curiously, the mother played along. She reacted as she would naturally in her sleep. She arched her spine and slid backward until she felt resistance.
Holy fuck, dude, it's happening again! You fucking did it. Miles celebrated as he watched and listened to his mom search for his warm body in the dark. Her nylon bag stretched tightly around her curved ass as it protruded more into his sleeping space. Miles couldn't wait any longer.
Hannah struggled not to squirm while her son took advantage of the minimal pressure she had applied to his groin. She felt herself become the little spoon to his larger body, as his muscular quads leaned into her angled back. She could feel the entire length of his hard shaft cozying up to her ass.
Her logical brain was telling her to sit up and catch him red-handed. But she wanted to chase the mysterious thread. It was virtually impossible to stop him before uncovering his plan.
Miles, though, had no master plan. He had only thought as far as opening the window. Everything else he was making up as he went along. All he wanted was to enjoy his mom in any way and every way possible without waking her.
Sensing her son's cock on her ass was stressful. Hannah knew her breathing was far from that of a sleeping person's. Just relax, she thought. You know you can end it whenever you need to. It doesn't matter what he's doing right now. It doesn't matter what he does next. Because you can stop him.
Hannah relaxed her muscles. Allowing her butt and body to settle into her son's frame was strange, but it did help her feel less anxious. She was able to breathe better.
Although, Miles seemed intent on testing her stress levels. Spooning his mom was incredible, but tonight he was feeling more lewd than romantic.
There was a new finger tap against Hannah's butt. Miles, if I were awake, you'd know it by now, Hannah thought, sarcastically. She then felt another tap, which was more of a poke or jab. Still, she held steady.
She's deep asleep... And her body doesn't care... Miles's brain was on fire. He was no longer thinking straight, he was only thinking of his dream. He worked up the courage to try something he wanted ever since he caught his mom's ass in his hands. He wanted to flex his cock against her.
Hannah's eyes flew open in the dark, but she quickly closed them. No fucking way! Her glutes twitched from the erection jabbing her muscle and fat. I can't believe he risked doing that. I can't believe he fucking did it while I slept!
Emboldened by his mom's stillness, Miles went for the wonderful, sexy experience again. He flexed harder.
Hannah's mouth opened in bewilderment. Was this her son's end goal or merely the beginning?
In the cold air, Miles was sweating from his brow. Hot blood coursed through his damp body and his brain bathed in hormonal chemicals. Dude, she's not gonna wake up, he told himself.
Hannah knew men. She knew her horny son would test his luck again. But that insight didn't change how nerve-racking this was. It was like waiting for a viper to strike.
OOOF! Hannah suddenly jolted forward. She tensed up before landing back down against her son's cock, prepared for him to use his hip muscles again. As her firm ass grazed his bulge, she felt him instinctively flex into her. Reflexively, her butt loosened and tightened again, acknowledging it.
Miles gyrated his hips and rubbed his hardon across her ass.
Woah... Hannah breathed. She never expected a move so bold. Miles was either working on "settling in"... Or he was masturbating. Hannah thought, He wouldn't dare...
But before she knew it, a soft crinkling filled the tent and her son was gone. She no longer sensed his body behind her. Hannah thought, He's playing that bait game again. He already can put his entire dick on me, what the hell else does he want me to move back for?
Rather than draw out the game, Hannah slid deeper into her son's sleeping area. Soon she was halfway onto her son's open sleeping bag, but he wasn't there. What the hell?
It was then when Hannah heard a soft metallic noise by her head. Then she felt a rush of cold air on her moist back. The mother clenched her eyes shut to avoid opening them in a panic. She knew what her son was doing, but she didn't want to believe it. The unzipping stopped once her ass and upper thighs were exposed to the incoming breeze.
Without even bothering to tap test with his fingers, Miles returned to his spooning position. He marveled at how far back his mom had moved. It was like she was in bed with him.
If he's doing what I think, he's never gonna see the light of day again, Hannah bit. She was prepared to roll over at any moment. Her son was trying to masturbate on her, and she had proof beyond a reasonable doubt. She was going to ruin his night -- and likely many other days as well.
Blissfully unaware, Miles pushed his throbbing erection into his mom's butt. "Ahhh," he moaned softly. Only two thin layers of soft underwear separated his cockhead from his mom's perfect flesh.
For the first time, Hannah felt more than the pressure and general shape of her son's dick on her ass. She now felt the heat, pulsation, rigidity, and defined sculpting of his cock. The experienced wife and mother didn't like her son's odds of restraining himself.
Oh, man. Oh, man! Miles rubbed and circulated his dick. He savored the pleasure, warmth, and intimacy he had been missing due to the sleeping bag. The tissue of his mom's butt cheeks seemed to mold around his shaft as he slowly gyrated. Each time he slipped inside the valley of her crack he felt a change in heat and sweat.
Hannah let her son continue on a short leash. She realized he'd likely fly too close to the sun, but for now, he still had time to calm himself down and settle in. He wasn't going nearly hard enough to get off.
Pretending to be asleep became a greater and greater challenge. Her son's speed and motion increased. His breathing grew louder and his applied force bolder. Hannah always told herself horny men couldn't be trusted. She knew it went double for young men, whose cocks were even more eager.
Once she began to rock nonstop, Hannah ran out of excuses for her child. You idiot, she cursed herself. She needed a complete answer, and she had found one. Hannah had been willing to let him get away with a lot... A LOT. She gave him every chance to avoid her having to confront him and permanently change their relationship. But using her body to masturbate was far beyond the line.
Fuck, Hannah cringed, this is gonna suck. She prepared to roll over, knowing it was time. Still, she stayed on her side. Give him one last chance, Hannah thought, because once you "wake up" there's no turning back. Nothing will ever be the same again.
The friction and power continued to the point where Miles was undeniably grinding on her. Hannah began a thirty-second countdown to roll over. But as Hannah got to twelve seconds, Miles, seeking more leverage and contact, placed his hand on the top of her thigh.
Are you fucking kidding me?! Hannah couldn't believe it. The beauty of her "just roll over" plan was that all she had to do was hazily roll onto her back and open her eyes. She could pretend she had just woken up and caught him. But now, with him holding her leg, there was no way she could roll over believably. And now that she thought about it, with how she was breathing, there was no fucking way she could sound like she had just woken up.
Hannah imagined what her husband would say if he came back to the tent and saw this. She wondered if Miles would even stop for that. I don't think so...
Be it paranoia or coincidence, Hannah swore voices were approaching from the distance. Shit! A wave of terror shot from Hannah's ankles through her thighs and to her neck. She was terrified by her son's desire. She was terrified over missing her chance to bust him. She was terrified by how their relationship would change moving forward. And she was terrified by her husband and his friends coming back to the tents.
Oh, god... The walls of the tent closed in. Breathing was difficult and it was even harder to think. She didn't know what to do, but her body seemed to decide for her.
The sweat on Miles's forehead ran down his eyebrows. His groin was damp and his hands were trembling. "Ohhh," he gently grunted again and again. When his mom's thick butt suddenly pushed back into his erection and flexed, he nearly lost his load. Oh fuck, that's nice! Miles responded by bucking his hips forward while he grinded.
Hannah knew she had already let her son get too far along. That much was clear. And she sensed her husband coming back. Ironically, the safest solution to her mess was to let her son finish as quickly as possible. Hannah flexed her ass again, giving him the pressure he needed. He's already doing fucking doing it, she reasoned. Stopping him now won't undo anything... It'd just leave him in a crazy state.
The voices outside sharpened. They were not a figment of imagination. The echoing on rocks and trees made it impossible to tell how far away they were. But they were there.
Inside the tent, Hannah could smell, hear, and feel how hard her son was working to get off. The mother had been in a position like this enough times to know Miles could only make so much progress by himself. She flexed again. This time, however, she didn't release. She held her position and slowly wiggled her ass into Miles's cock.
The challenge for Hannah was timing her rhythm and skilled movements while pretending to be deep in slumber -- while in reverse position. Not that Miles noticed the nuances of his mom's performance. He was simply spellbound by the intensely sexual experience of his mom grinding into him. He gripped her thigh harder and delivered a series of forceful thrusts.
She's grinding too, Miles laughed to himself... Now if she wakes up, you can just say you were sleep-grinding like she was. Still, Miles tried not to be jarring enough to wake her.
I can't fucking believe I'm doing this for him... Hannah gritted her teeth. Only her shoulders and feet were in her sleeping bag. The rest of her body was in her son's. As the voices outside grew louder, Hannah rubbed and wiggled more against her son's cock. Any day now, Miles...
Miles whimpered and groaned softly. He wanted to cum so fucking bad. And to add to his lucky night, his mom was now squeezing his hand on her thigh, giving him an even firmer hold. She began rubbing so strongly that Miles had to fight back with equal force to avoid being driven into the tent wall.
It had been over two minutes since Hannah had joined in, and even with leveraging her feet and legs, she couldn't provide enough force or circumference of movement. All the while, Miles was only doing as much as he could "without waking" her.
Ugh! The voices were clear enough where Hannah could hear her husband and friends stumble close to camp. She was frustrated and nervous.
Miles was lost in his mind, precariously trying to masturbate. There were no voices outside or any life outside of the tent. He was more turned on than he had ever been in his life, and he craved sweet relief -- followed by the safety of being off of his mom's ass for the night. C'mon, dude! She's even rubbing it for you.
"You're never going to finish like that. You have to go faster."
Time stopped. Miles froze. His mind went blank. He stared into the void of darkness.
In an exasperated tone, Hannah briskly added, "Let's go. Fucking hurry up."
"Wait. What?" Miles breathed loudly. He wasn't sure if he was hallucinating.
"Oh my god..." Hannah shook her head. She patronizingly reached behind her, took both of her son's wrists, and placed them on the sides of her waist. "Your dad's coming back. Just do what you need to do already."
This can't be real, the son thought. He was hesitant. He had no idea what was going on, and he couldn't think straight. He bucked cautiously into her ass once, testing her reaction. His mom dug her ass into his lap much harder and wiggled her hips welcomingly.
"Let's fucking go, Miles. I'm not playing around. You have thirty seconds."
He had no idea how this was happening, but he desirously went for it. Miles started grinding and smearing his cock in the same way he had been -- but without limitations. The harder he thrust and rubbed, the more his mom reciprocated. "I- I don't think I can go any faster than I was," he panted.
"Why not?"
Miles said bluntly, "I think I'm gonna cum."
Hannah lifted her head from her pillow. She, too, was panting. "What do you mean? You're afraid to cum? What the hell else would you be doing this for?"
"I, umm..." Miles had dreamed of cumming against his mom earlier, but now she was conscious of it, he was intimidated and unsure of himself. He was afraid of somehow doing it wrong. "I..."
Hannah slammed her hand down in angst. She scream-whispered, "I don't care, Miles! There's no time. You're horny and you need to cum. Just do it. Go faster!"
Miles was in a fever. He pulled his mom's waist into his body as tight as he could and grinded fiercely. Her body felt sturdy in his hands, and the soft underwear helped his flesh glide over her round cheeks. The reverse position was unnatural, but it didn't change how intensely Miles exerted himself. "Almost there," he panted. His mom's ass was making a meal of his hard cock.
Hannah jolted and rocked on her side. Her son's hands were gripping and repositioning every few seconds, seeking that extra ounce of pressure, and she did her best to adjust her movements and hold her rhythm. She could tell it was working. She could hear it in his grunts. "C'mon. You can do it. Hurry."
When her son's hands locked up in hers and his body began to spasm, Hannah exhausted her energy supply with one final burst of deep gyrations against her son's heavy shaft. The hard cock twitched.
"Ahhhhh!!!" Miles bit into his sleeping bag to muffle his moans. "Uuuumppphhhh!"
Hannah was wide awake and dead still as she felt her son throb and pump, with his beating cockhead wedged in her buttcrack. Through the two layers of delicate fabric, Hannah felt the ropes of cum fire at her ass before gathering in a hot puddle in her son's underwear.
Miles gasped for air, but he had to continue rubbing. There was still some of his dense load waiting in his balls and he desperately needed to get it out.
The long orgasm wasn't a surprise to Hannah. With how pent up her son had to be, of course tapping him out wouldn't be simple. Quickly, she squeezed her glutes and began deliberately rubbing her ass up and down her son's cumming cock. She could feel him spurt again into the mushy puddle while he moaned. When his hand finally slipped from her waist and crinkled behind her, Hannah knew Miles had truly finished.
There was a brief quiet, filled with heavy breathing. It was over, and Hannah had no interest in having a conversation. She rolled off of her son and kicked her way onto her sleeping pad. She was sweating, she could hear him panting, but she knew they were both ready to sleep. She emotionlessly ordered, "Zip up my sleeping bag three-quarters of the way. Leave the window open."
Holy shit... Miles was spinning, and it dawned on him that his mom had been awake for some time. He did as she asked. He zipped his window and her sleeping bag. Then he used the soft, damp inside of his sleeping bag to wipe off his dick and underwear. Looking at the back of his mom's head, Miles couldn't tell if she was annoyed, angry, relaxed, or what. "Uh... Thanks, Mom. Goodnight."
In a neutral tone, Hannah replied, "Zip up your sleeping bag a little and turn the other way. Goodnight."
A few minutes later, Ken climbed into the tent. Even though Hannah had no business falling asleep, her exhaustion overcame her churning thoughts.
11 *****
When Miles woke up, he was alone in the tent. His parents were already out and active.
The chatter around the campfire was louder and more charged, as tonight was the night of the comet. The mom and son barely acknowledged each other over breakfast. Hannah didn't know what to say -- as talking about how hard it is to wash dried cum from her thermal underwear didn't seem like a great conversation starter.
As everyone finished eating and started heading back to their respective tents, Hannah was ready to speak to her son.
Just by looking at her posture, Miles knew she wanted to speak to him. "Hey," he swallowed. Uncertainty and embarrassment choked his voice. He saw the way his mom wore a cute tank and fresh shorts, but he stopped himself from staring.
Admirably, Hannah asked her son with grace, "What were you thinking?" She watched her son's head fall and his frustrated fingers tug on his wavy hair.
"I don't know. I just wanted to sleep that way with you again, and then... Yeah, I guess I let my hormones take over."
"Why did that happen?" Hannah was direct but not judgmental. After her supporting role last night, how could she be?
"Well..." Miles huffed, "I was really scared but I couldn't stop. You're really attractive and I can't stop my mind and body from acting that way around you. I..." Miles shook his head then politely turned the tables. "Why did you let it happen?"
Hannah expected he'd ask, and she was prepared to answer. "I had a theory that you had... "helped things along" the other night. And I wanted to find out if it was true. Obviously, I didn't think my plan through all the way -- I ended up just escalating everything. And by the time I realized what you were doing with me, I heard your dad coming back. So, I had to choose between letting you finish quickly or risk letting you sleep next to me all night, blue-balled, with your dad in the tent."
"I tried to go as long as I could without saying anything," Hannah added.
"Oh." Miles didn't know how to respond. He was still confused about how she had let him go so far. He shook his head, and with a hint of smartness, the son tried to lighten the mood. "Well, I'm glad you helped me finish. Thank you."
Hannah opened her mouth and then cocked her head. Really, that's it? No more questions? She thought. Her son looked content and satisfied with the short talk, and Hannah was relieved. She embraced her son's return to joking around like normal -- well, more or less. She smiled back. "You're welcome. Consider it a thank you gift for looking out for me last night."
Miles chuckled, and Hannah slipped away to help gather the gear.
----
The day of hiking began with a rigorous ascent up a ridge, followed by a gradual downward slope into a luscious, green valley. After a water break, Miles and Hannah found themselves hiking next to each other again.
Hannah was cognizant of his eyes. Her black tank top and shorts complemented her skin tone. And back when she was climbing ahead of him on the steep ridge, she didn't need to turn around to know Miles was ogling her ass the whole time. In light of everything that had happened, it was innocent and negligible behavior.
"So... Was your book last night really about a woman murdering her husband's boss on a hiking trip?"
"Hmm?" Hannah blinked. It was the first time either of them had spoken since camp. "Oh," she shook her head. "Hah! I honestly don't know. It could be. I'm only on page twenty-seven."
Soon, the mom and son were back to talking effortlessly.
After more than an hour of her son eyeing her chest and face, Hannah decided she earned the right to ask him a question. While his staring didn't make her uncomfortable, she recognized her question could make him rather so. But, for some reason, Hannah felt confident. She trusted Miles to be open and forthcoming. "So, I have to know... When did you first start viewing me sexually? Has it been a year or two? Or is it from back when you hit puberty? Or what?"
"Uhh..." Miles chuckled. He blushed from the freedom and acceptance he felt from his mom's question, as well as because of his answer. "It's only been two days."
"Hmm? No, no," Hannah smiled. "Not when you first tried to do something sexual with me, I mean when you first got 'that feeling' inside you when looking at me."
"Yeah, two days. It was when you slipped on that rock and I caught you," Miles said. "I always knew you were beautiful, but I didn't, like, you know... have a reaction to it until then."
Hannah stopped marching and stammered. "Wha... Wow..." His answer had fazed her. "That's... surprising." Hearing her son call her beautiful made her lips curl, but she was mainly astonished. "I never would've guessed that. I expected it would've been ingrained in you for a long time. Definitely unique." She shook her head.
Miles became nervous. With a downcast voice, he asked, "Do you think I'm weird for it? Like, for having that sexual feeling?" His mom huffed and mused with her cheeks.
Oh boy... Hannah scratched her head. She knew his feelings were perfectly normal, but she was afraid of opening Pandora's box by normalizing them. As a mother, though, she had an obligation to do what was best for her son. And she knew invalidating his attraction would have far worse consequences. "Uh, no. I don't think it's weird. It's natural for you to feel this way. It's one of those things where, as a parent, you know and accept it as -- or should know -- it's a possibility. Still... You never expect it to happen to you."
"Really?" Miles exhaled. "It's natural? Why? Why do people say it's an embarrassing taboo, then? And you knew this could happen?"
"It's-" The box was slowly folding open. "It's- umm. It is considered taboo. But, yeah, it's common." Hannah uncharacteristically stumbled over her words. "I don't know why it's natural, per se. I just- A lot of people out there have, or have had, that attraction. And when you're a parent, if you do a little research, you'd know your son or daughter could possibly have those feelings. So... No, you shouldn't think you're weird for it."
Call it a strange suspicion, but Miles had enough confidence to boldly ask, "Did you feel that way toward Pop?"
Hannah stuttered on her step. She looked up at her son. Maybe it was how interested he was in her answer? Or maybe it was because she had found peace in opening up to him yesterday? Either way, Hannah was willing to confide in him. "I did."
Miles's jaw dropped and his eyes were like saucers. He didn't know what to do with the information.
Hannah was equally as surprised. It was the first time she had ever told anyone. It was her darkest secret, and now that it was released, it seemed so trivial. She felt light and free. Years of pent-up frustration seemed to evaporate in an instant.
Hannah looked at Miles and saw his stunned admiration. Her secret, which had been like an animal locked deep inside her -- embarrassing, degrading, and eating her for all these years -- now felt like a validated and interesting part of who she was. With a proudly guilty smile, she confirmed, "Yeah, I did feel that way about him when I was younger."
"Woah! Seriously?" For Miles, it was the best news possible.
"Yep!" Hannah nodded.
"Did you ever do anything with him?"
As she walked briskly down the trail, Hannah waffled her head and raised her eyebrows. "Nope. Not really."
"Oh. Why not?"
Good question, Hannah thought, heart-stricken. "Because he never made a move. It's always easier for the guy to make the move. Just look at how easy you had it. You were only interested in me for two days," Hannah shook her head. "My dad had years to work with... and he never tried. He either never figured it out that I wanted him, or he just wasn't interested in his daughter."
jeez... Miles picked at his dirty fingers. He felt sorry for his mom. "I get how guys can make women respond faster. Like, the first night in the tent, I made that happen by myself. But last night... That couldn't have happened if you didn't help me out. I mean, we wouldn't have done any of that," he admitted. "Did you ever try helping out Pop, like giving him a chance to do something with you? Like you did for me?"
"Oh, hell, yes!" Hannah chuckled and scoffed at the sky. "Back in high school, I used to let him 'accidentally' catch me in bras around the house. I'd sit close to him on the couch. And I'd let him find my thongs in his suitcases when he went away on business -- due to 'laundry mistakes'. Believe me, I tried a lot of tactics."
Miles was amazed at the risks she had taken, and how she was fine talking about them. "Do you still wish you could hook up with him?"
"Umm... I'm not interested anymore. He's gettin' up there, hah! But," Hannah shrugged and spoke candidly, "I think it would've been a lot of fun for both of us, for many years. I know he would have loved it. Maybe it would've kept us closer."
"I think he would've loved it, too," Miles flirted.
Hannah dismissed him with a playful shake of the head.
"So, what about Nan?"
"Hmm? What about her?"
"Like, what was supposed to happen with her in your dream scenario with Pop?"
Hannah became perplexed. "Honestly, I never thought about it. I guess I always thought, He's my dad, how is it cheating? I was already his, you know? We all lived together, so it's not like she had to go anywhere."
"Huh," Miles listened and tugged his sweaty shirt from his abs. The fact that his mom had tried to seduce and fuck her dad was driving him up the wall. "Is there anything you wish you did differently to get him to hook up with you?"
"Why?" Hannah peered skeptically at him. "Are you trying to glean ideas?"
"No, no. I was just curious," Miles held up his hands, defensively. "I don't think me walking around in a bra and thong will get me anywhere."
"You're probably right," Hannah laughed into the trees. It was surreal how cool she was about her son's attraction. These should have been landmine topics, but her words flowed smoothly, and she was easily connecting with him through their shared experience.
"It must have sucked -- having to go all those years with nothing happening. I wish it had worked out for you."
"Thank you. And, yeah, no kidding." Hannah watched her brown boots meet the gray dirt. And she began to unpack more of emotional baggage. "I can say, I coped with it the best I could. I really did. I masturbated to a lot of daddy-daughter porn. I read erotic stories about it. I kept photos of him. I did all sorts of things."
Hannah looked up to her side and could see in Miles's eyes he was dying to hear more. Exercising her past demons was therapeutic beyond belief, and her son was proving to be a great listener. So, Hannah shared her more sensational secrets. "I even struck up a relationship with my Uncle Bruce, my dad's brother. That was the craziest thing I did."
"WHAT?" Miles halted. His face twitched like his brain was about to explode. He could barely process what his mom had just said. She had to be pranking him.
His response caused Hannah to beam with pride. She was delighted by his acceptance. "Yep." She nodded with her round face. "He looked a lot like my dad. And, being his brother, he was the next best thing. Back when I was at UNH, I was home one weekend -- I think Labor Day weekend -- and I noticed him checking me out at the family barbeque. So, I gave him the telephone number to reach me in my dorm."
"Just like that?!" Miles exclaimed. "You told him to call you for sex?"
"Noooo. No, no, no," Hannah snickered. "My uncle was staring at me. That's not a guarantee he wanted to bang me. Besides, even if he wanted to, it didn't mean he could go through with having sex with his brother's daughter. I think I just told him, since he lived close to campus we should talk more. I figured if he was interested, things would take their natural course."
"What happened next?"
"He called me the day I got back to campus," Hannah burst out laughing. Miles joined her. "As it turned out, all I had to do was say a couple of flirty things during the phone call and he invited me over for dinner that weekend."
"That's nuts." Miles hid his erection in his mesh shorts. He was looking at his mom much differently, and it only increased his arousal. He teased her, "Why don't you still see him?"
"Not surprisingly, a fifty-year-old guy, who tried to get his nineteen-year-old niece 'wine drunk' to sleep with her, ended up making some poor life decisions. He bottomed out somewhere out West."
"Eeek..." That wasn't the glamorous reason Miles had hoped for. "Honestly, he sounds like a creep. Did he ever do anything, like..."
"Oh, no. He never did anything bad to me. He was just kind of a deadbeat. I knew that. He had this crummy, one-bedroom apartment in the suburbs. He cleaned it when I came over, which I appreciated," Hannah jokingly defended. "Looking back on it, yeah, the wine thing was disturbing. But at the time I thought it was funny."
"Oh, I see. And why was him trying to 'wine you up' for sex funny?"
"Well... One, I had a poor taste in men back then. And two, I was there to seduce and have sex with him. I guess it was funny to me because he didn't even need the wine."
"You were on a mission, hah! Was he good in bed?" Being able to ask a question like that felt like a new superpower for Miles.
"Oh, umm..." Hannah reflected, trying not to think about whether it was appropriate to answer or not. "At some things yes, some things no. We hooked up almost every weekend for a while, so, yeah, he got a lot better. I think it had more to do with him looking like my dad, to be honest."
In her mind, Hannah went back to her dormitory room during her sophomore year of college. The electric feeling she had inside her was unforgettable, as she got ready to visit her Uncle Bruce's apartment for the first time. It was Saturday, and he had invited her over for dinner earlier in the week. Given the countless rejections and missed opportunities she had endured with her father, Hannah was determined not to let this, the ultimate consolation prize, slip through her fingers.
She had spent all day meticulously applying makeup, brushing her dark gold hair, and settling on a cute wardrobe. She rolled the dice by going braless in an olive green, knitted tank top. The cropped tank hugged her skin and left her tan stomach and most of her chest uncovered. With her high-cut jean shorts, she wore white Adidas sneakers and a black choker necklace. Hannah's attire was beyond inappropriate for a dinner at her uncle's apartment, and she wanted him to know it.
The metal door to room 4B was dented and worn, befitting the sketchy apartment building. When Hannah knocked and her Uncle Bruce opened the door, he jolted and stammered. Hannah hugged him for a long time before he invited her inside. As the niece ran her eyes over the shag carpeting and wood paneling of the sparse and stained one-bedroom apartment, she swooned over how cool it was that he had his own apartment. She flirted that women had to like coming over since he always had the place to himself.
Bruce then asked Hannah if she was ready for dinner. He served a plate of entirely pre-made food from the grocery store -- which was probably for the best. There was no kitchen table. They sat on barstools and ate at the counter. Their general conversation, and even some snippets of dialogue, were forever imprinted in Hannah's memory.
"So... Did ya tell your parents you were comin' to visit me? They know you came here?"
That question was clearly important to her uncle. Hannah shrugged. "I never tell my parents what I'm up to when I'm away at school. So, no, they don't know I'm here."
"Oh. Say, do you want any wine with your meal? I got a new bottle."
Hannah turned him down. And then again another one or two times. She mentioned how wine made her feel dull, and she liked feeling high-energy.
"You look beautiful tonight, Hannah," Bruce complimented. He quickly justified, "It's my job as an uncle to tell my niece what a beautiful young lady she's turnin' into. I feel bad for not sayin' somethin' when you came in."
"Aww, thank you. I'm flattered!" Hannah felt goosebumps. "I don't know if it's my job as a niece to tell you, but you're getting more handsome with age, too."
"Jeez, I sure hope so," her uncle blushed. "Is that, um, that number you're wearing there... Is that what ya usually wear every day? The boys on campus would be crazy not to be chasin' you."
He was captivated by her appearance, and Hannah was excited her gamble had paid off. She smiled. "Believe it or not, I don't dress like this on campus. I bought this top at the mall this week after you invited me over."
"Kaahhk!" Bruce choked and coughed on a mouthful of food. It was one of the proudest moments of Hannah's life. "'Scuse me. Um. You're sayin' you bought that shirt to wear to dinner? With me...?" He was equally aroused and confused. "Or you mean ya happened onto it in the store and just chose to wear it?"
His horny eyes inspired Hannah to invent a fascinating tale. "Yeah, I bought it for our dinner tonight. Like... Okay... I know this might seem weird... But last year, whenever I went with friends to bars off-campus, I noticed how men over forty wanted sex, but they'd never take me out on dates. And I also realized I always cooked for guys I was dating, but they'd never do it for me. Basically, my dating life has been unfair in a bunch of ways, haha! Anyway... So, I promised myself that if a guy over forty ever asked me out, or if a guy ever cooked for me, I'd wear something more... exciting, I guess?" she lured. "Now, I know you're my uncle and you never said this was a date... But since, technically, this is the first time an older guy has asked me to dinner... and also the first time a guy cooked for me... I thought it'd be funny to honor the promise I made. And, obviously, I had some good 'dating an older guy' tops and some good 'guy cooking for me' tops. But I guess I have a weird sense of humor, haha! I decided I needed an 'older guy cooking me dinner' top."
Her uncle's response was muttered under his shallow breath and impossible to hear. As dinner wound down, Hannah asked him, "So, did you have anything else planned for the evening?"
"Well, I only thought about dinner... But don't feel the need to rush out of here," he assured. "You've only been here for half an hour. You drove all this way, right? Maybe, ya know, we can go out and do something together? You said you're already dressed for a date..." He chuckled to play off his joke, which was no joke.
Of everything Hannah said that night, she remembered saying verbatim, "True, I planned on visiting for at least a couple of hours. Going out with you seems like a lot of fun, but, honestly, I don't think it would be appropriate for me to walk around in public dressed like this, heh. We should just stay in and find something to do together."
The uncle's grizzled face was beet red, and he offered a tour of the apartment. The two-minute "tour" started in the bathroom, where Hannah complimented the "cozy" shower, then it went to the living room, where they had just eaten, and it ended in the bedroom, where Hannah acknowledged the bare walls.
She was about to rib her uncle over his lack of decor, but then she noticed small thumbtack holes in the wood paneling. She meandered through the small room and peeked into her uncle's closet, where she found a stache of hastily rolled-up posters.
"Hey, don't touch those. Those aren't-"
Ignoring her uncle, Hannah started unraveling the collection of Playboy and adult film posters on the lumpy mattress. She asked her deflated uncle, "Did you take all of these down just because I was coming over?"
"Yes," he sank, frigidly.
"You definitely shouldn't have done that."
"Wha- No? Why? You don't mind posters like them?"
A nineteen-year-old Hannah quickly invented another narrative. "Uncle Bruce, can I tell you a secret? But you have to promise to keep it between us and not tell my parents," she blushed. After he nodded steadily, Hannah claimed, "I've always wanted to be on a sexy magazine cover or on a poster like these. The idea of posing, and teasing, and being worshipped on some guy's wall... It's kind of a cool dream of mine." She remembered the effect her words had on her uncle.
"Jeez, that's -- Really? You should model for Playboy, then. I think you'd get in," he encouraged. "Please don't tell your parents I said that," he belly laughed.
"You can chill. I'm not gonna tattle on my uncle. Besides, we should be able to speak honestly with each other." Hannah unrolled the rest of the posters. "Do you really think Playboy is the way to go? These posters look like they're a lot more fun to make. They make the Playboy ones look a little vanilla."
"Really?" He watched her study the adult film posters. "Well, uh... jeez, Hannah, just so you know, those posters can get a little crazy. Just look at these. Some chicks wear lingerie. Some do full nudity. Some are even havin' sex. You'd have a lot to think about," he nervously laughed.
Her uncle seemed to be caught between flirting and fearing the moral boundary. Hannah thought it was hot. "Well, what girl doesn't love lingerie? Haha! But I don't see the point of making a poster like this and not doing full nudity." She pointed at a nude model in a sexy pose. "I envision doing something like that."
"That one!? Yeah, that there's a great one. You'd really do one like that, though? She's topless."
"Uh... Maybe? I mean, you're the expert. I imagine a poster being worthy of a wall like this," Hannah teased. She then described her vision, which was her describing the nude model on the DVD box of a daddy-daughter film she owned. "I'm thinking of a pose where I'm nude on a bed. And I'm on my knees -- kind of sitting on my heels. And I'm sideways to the camera, so I can stick my butt and chest out a little, but my face is turned square to the camera. And my hands are, like, up in my hair like hers are."
Her uncle was proving to be much more malleable than her dad. "That would be- Yeah, you should do one like that, for sure." He was mesmerized, gawking at her.
"Yeah? You think?!" Hannah perked up. But as soon as she smiled, her excitement fell. "I'll probably have to wait, though. I wanna do it, but I wanna make sure I nail it, you know? A professional photographer would be a little expensive for me right now. And some creepy volunteer from campus probably won't understand my vision."
"Ohhh, man," her uncle exhaled. "Shit, hah! Too bad I can't do it for ya. I know the look you're goin' for. And you would've gotten it for free!"
"Oh yeah! And then you'd get the poster, too!" Hannah grinned. "Why can't you do it for me?" She never forgot how her uncle's face turned to stone.
He shook his head like he had to be missing something obvious. "Well, Hannah... You're my big brother's daughter. You don't think it'd be strange if I took your naked picture and hung it up on my wall?"
"Why would it be weird? We're both adults. We're making art together. And I think we can make an amazing poster."
Her uncle stared at the wall desperately. He exuded arousal and eagerness, but he had to believe there was a misunderstanding somewhere. "Hannah, um- " he waved at the posters on his bed, "to be frank, I bought all them cuz they're my favorite women to... you know... rub off to. They're for sex ideas, not really 'artsy' reasons."
Hannah's heart pounded in her chest. "I know why you have them, Uncle Bruce. I want to make a poster that's so fucking hot that literally every guy who sees it will need to stop and jerk off to it. I just thought if I made it more artsy, it would stand out even more. But you're the collector and you're my uncle, so I should probably trust your opinion more than anyone else's. If my vision won't be sexy enough for a wall like yours then tell me what I need to do to make sure you'll wanna cum to it constantly," Hannah giggled and subtly trembled. "I'm open to anything you suggest."
Her Uncle Bruce was nearing a heart attack. "So, uh... You'd be open to anything you see on these posters? You'd be fine shootin' anything from them? Literally anything? Right here? With me?"
Hannah gazed over each poster. "Mm-hmm. I want to leave my comfort zone."
He hesitated and scratched his beard. "And you'd never tell anyone else about this? I don't wanna get in trouble with your parents."
By then, her uncle's erection was bulging in his jeans, and Hannah was having fun in control. She rolled her eyes. "Listen. We both know I'm going to get naked in here. And we both know you're going to take my photo. So, you might as well just tell me how we can make your dream poster."
"That. There." Bruce threw his finger at an adult film print. The actress was gripping a cock with one hand, and there was cum running down her chin. "If we, uh... If you do what she's doin' in there, but do it in the pose you talked about -- that'd be the sexiest thing you could do."
"Holy shit! That's so fucking dirty, haha! I'm in if you are!" Hannah gasped and squeezed her hands. "So, uh... What do you think would be the best way to make me look like her?"
"Well..." her uncle was shaking in his shoes, "there are plenty of ways to do that. But, uh, in that video there -- and in all the other hottest ones I've seen, which is what ya said you wanted -- the actress made her face look like that by using her, uh... by using her mouth. So, if you're truly settled on bein' as real and sexy as ya can, you'd have to be able to manage to give some head."
"Really...?" Hannah's pussy flooded. A bashful, vindicated smile formed as she tugged at her fingers. "Well, I think I can definitely manage to do that." She then watched her uncle's fascination as she lifted her top over her head, revealing her big boobs. "Fuck, Uncle Bruce, haha! This is hot! Go get your camera. And take your cock out already! Jesus, if you're gonna make me this horny, you better fuck me."
That last line was the other statement Hannah remembered down to the letter. Every other exchange was close to real, or simply how Hannah chose to remember it after all these years. She often wondered what happened to the dozens of posters she and her uncle had made together and pinned to his wall during their time together.
Miles could only imagine how his mom seduced her uncle that night. "Every weekend seems like a lot to hook up. Was he upset when you stopped seeing him?"
"Yeah, he was. But he understood. He gave me his Nikon as a thank you gift."
"He gave you a camera? That's an interesting break-up gift, hah. Weren't those really expensive back then? You must have rocked his world."
"I would certainly say so," Hannah matter-of-factly agreed. She then noticed that the white, sleeveless tee Miles was wearing was not the same shirt he had on during breakfast. Was he thinking if he showed off his muscles, I would just fawn all over him? Hannah thought, mockingly. That was exactly what Miles had been thinking.
"So, how did you go from banging your uncle to marrying dad in just a few years?" Still, Miles couldn't wrap his head around how his parents were together. He was hoping his mom would share more now.
Hannah took a heavy step down from a boulder and sighed. "I was going down a bad path. Junior year, I found my Uncle Bruce passed out drunk alone in his apartment. I had to stay the weekend to watch out for him. I got caught cheating on a test and nearly got expelled because I couldn't study for it. I just needed to get the hell away from that entire way of life. I had this shitty, shitty, SHITTY taste in men. It was getting ridiculous. All the guys who gave me that sexual thrill... They never understood me as a person. Plus, they were also always either unstable, or classic jerks or they weren't truly interested in me. Uncle Bruce, my dad, this professor I was banging freshman year, and now Sebastian. Ugh. So, I decided it was time to find a nice, stable guy and settle down. I had to stop chasing the thrill that kept getting me into trouble."
NOW it makes sense! Miles recontextualized his parents' relationship through this lens, and it was suddenly easy to understand. His mom was drowning, and his dad was a life raft. Maybe that view was a little harsh. Certainly, his mom was grateful for it. Although, she obviously missed the thrill of skinny dipping in the open ocean with a certain kind of guy. Maybe Miles could work on the metaphor later. All that mattered was it made sense.
It was remarkable how a woman as attractive and desirable as his mom couldn't find a guy who offered stability and thrill. Were those traits incompatible? Did guys only fall into one category or the other? Then again, Miles thought, you don't know as much about her as you thought you did... I've never had to deal with fucking my alcohol-addicted aunt before nearly getting expelled.
The mother and son had been so engrossed in their stories and feelings, they realized they had already been climbing uphill for some time. White-throated sparrows were singing from the alpine trees, which lined the tranquil mountain path.
After everything his mom had emotionally dug up, Miles decided to grant her space and let her enjoy the peace of the mountain. But he had two more questions first. "Mom, why are you okay with talking to me about all of this stuff? I'm happy you are. I like it. But I'm guessing Dad doesn't even know about it."
"No, he doesn't," Hannah arched her eyebrows and shrugged. She looked at Miles's sunlit face and considered her answer. "I had held onto those secrets for such a long time. Too long. And I knew I could trust you with them, and you can relate to them. Maybe they can help you in life."
"Oh," Miles nodded humbly. "One more question," he inhaled. "What's the real reason why you didn't stop me last night? Why did you help me?"
In her defense, Hannah didn't know the reason until moments ago. She sensed Miles could already guess at one of the reasons. "Me knowing how you felt in your position was certainly part of it. As a parent, you want to give your child a better life, a better parent, than you had. I knew how meaningful it would be for you, and I guess I wanted to be better than my parents. I wanted to feel what it was like to be the parent who'd do that for their child."
Miles weighed her words.
"Also, on a less wholesome note," Hannah followed, "I had just set down an erotic novel, I had just talked to some guy I banged about hotel sex, and -- listen, the context doesn't matter -- when you're letting a hard cock press into you, it's almost impossible not to have fun with it."
Miles slowed and stared blankly, taken aback by his mom's blunt and sexy truth.
Hannah walked ahead of her son and glanced back to add, "Plus, have I not always been a cool mom?" She winked.
12 *****
Hannah and Miles were quiet for a long stretch. They were focused on making up the time they had lost during their talk. When they found the rest of the hiking party, everyone was halfway through their water break.
Ken had simply assumed his wife or son had stopped to go to the bathroom and the other had waited. He and his friends were still abuzz talking about their plans for the comet -- as they likely would be until early in the morning when it passed overhead.
Sebastian stood up and addressed the group. After the close call last night, he avoided eye contact with Miles. "Alright, everyone! We've been blessed with another gorgeous day. We're making good time so far, and we should have more than enough time to set up for the comet." There was enthusiastic applause. "We should be approaching some falls soon, which should be the last chance to wash before you get home tomorrow night. I've been standing in the front of the line, so I have no clue who needs a bath or not." His joke got a mild reception. "So, finish drinking and eating your snacks, and then we'll get a move on."
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The terrain was formidable over the following mile and a half. It was the toughest part of the trip by far. Two hours later, though, they were rewarded with the sight of a serene, cascading river. The "falls" were a series of small drops from when the moving river ran over boulders. It was beautiful in its own right. The natural basins along the banks made it a popular swimming hole for hikers.
"Hey, Miles, would you mind being our photographer?"
"Hmm? Hey, Aiden. Yeah, sure." Miles then took a photo of Aiden, his wife, and his small children overlooking the river. It was worthy of Christmas-card status.
Meanwhile, Hannah was digging through her pack and recovering her half-bar of soap. She kept it herself rather than relying on her husband to remember this time.
Soon, everyone was peeling off their sweaty hiking socks with satisfied grins. When Miles took his shirt off he detected two women eyeing his arms and chest. He enjoyed it. A barefoot Hannah noticed all of the other women wading in with their sports bras again. But, unlike yesterday, Hannah wasn't afraid of her son seeing her skin. It's not like you'll risk turning him on. It's a little late for that, she thought.
Hannah grinned at herself wryly, as her hands met the bottom of her tank. Like many other women at her gym, Hannah had hopped on the "black tights and colorful sports bra" trend. It was an easy way to feel confident and sexy while working out. However, it wasn't as conducive as swimwear as part of a hiker's life. If her husband had told her she'd have to bathe in front of all of his friends, she wouldn't have brought any of the sports bras she did. Alas, here she was.
She looked at Miles, who was dipping his feet in the water. Well, he'd stare no matter what. They, on the other hand... Hannah thought about her husband's male coworkers. Ironically, Hannah had no concern over her son watching her swim in her bright pink zip-up, but she would be irritated by the horde of testosterone-fueled plant workers ogling her while she tried to relax.
"This is definitely colder than yesterday," Miles anxiously smacked his hands together. They were at a higher altitude, and the water was crisper.
"Oh, yeah? Thanks for the heads up. I'll stay in my tank."
Like a balloon, Miles popped and deflated.
Hannah saw her gutted son curse himself. He knew she was joking around, right? You, dumb-dumb! She was about to make fun of her son for being so dense, but then she realized how odd it was for her to joke about how much of her chest she was going to show off. Instead of admitting she had been teasing him, Hannah acted along. "Actually, I shouldn't get this wet. I have to hike in it all day."
She unceremoniously squirmed out of her black tank. Predictably, Miles locked onto her shapely, pink bra and the accompanying cleavage. Hannah wasn't mad. If anything, she found his lack of restraint amusing. Like a magnet, haha! Well, he'll learn to be more subtle, she thought.
The mother joined her son at the bottom of the steep bank and they gasped their way into the frigid swimming basin.
Cleaning herself was much easier when she didn't have to struggle to hide her body under the water. Unfortunately, all of the other men in sight were also craning their necks like giraffes. Every time Hannah politely turned toward a Peeping Tom, the man acted as if he just happened to be staring in her direction.
As he had countless times before, Miles recognized the other men taking ganders at his mom. He couldn't complain, as he, too, was preoccupied with her beautiful presence in the river.
Hannah dealt with the barrage of aroused eyes, but once she met Sebastian's gaze and he silently whistled while shaking his head in a "You're so smoking hot" way, Hannah was fed up. She saw her son was finished with his hand bath. "Miles, do you wanna go down there to see those falls?"
The son picked up on the inflections in his mom's voice, as well as Sebastian's presence. He wanted to help her escape. Plus, she was soaking wet and half-naked... It wasn't like he'd be turning down any of her requests. "Yeah, let's do it."
Navigating downriver was tricky. The riverbed dropped steeply in some areas, and the middle current was fast enough to sweep somebody away. It was a lot of work just to go fifty yards to the lower falls. Even though the boulders weren't tall enough to cover her chest and face, Hannah was far enough away to avoid the lurking peripherals.
Not that visual privacy was Hannah's biggest craving, anyway. For two-and-a-half days, she had been forced to whisper a lot. Even on the trail alone with her son, she had to constantly guard her voice in case random hikers were coming up from behind or a hiker from the group was peeing in the woods. But now, in the loud, drowning rush of water, Hannah felt free and relaxed.
"Was Sebastian checking you out?" Miles had to speak up over the nearby fall crashing into foam. His mom nodded.
"Yeah..." Hannah used her outdoor voice, "He and everyone else with a Y chromosome."
Miles dropped his shoulders. "Sorry about that. I'm trying not to. I'm not used to seeing you like this."
Hannah got a kick out of her son's apology. "I wasn't referring to you. I was -- well, yes, you were doing it too. But I was referring more to the peanut gallery up there."
"Oh." Miles smiled and dunked his head underwater. The last twenty-four hours had been intense, and it was a pleasure to cool off. His wavy, caramel hair had straightened into a matted brown. "I'm glad this river's here. It was gross going to sleep that sweaty."
"Yep, it was." Hannah agreed. "That's another reason why you shouldn't have taken so long," she chided.
Emboldened, Miles smirked, "I could argue it's more your fault for not helping out sooner."
"OH...?!" Hannah's lips and eyelids flew open. She was taken aback and almost impressed by her son's audacity. "Is that how you see it? I would've thought, after everything I told you earlier, you'd realize how frickin lucky you are. I had every right to throw you out of that tent, mister."
"Thinking back on it, you probably should've. Because of what you let me do, my thermal pants are now ruined," he sighed, wistfully.
Hannah struggled to catch her breath while laughing. "I see. Wow... I guess I was a horrible mom last night. I caused all of those terrible things to happen to you."
"Alright... Maybe I'm being too harsh. I will admit, it was kind of cool of you to let me finish against you like that." Shit. Instantly, Miles knew his hormone-doused brain had gone too far.
"Just 'kind of' cool?" His giggling mom placed her hands on her hips indignantly. "The first time I worked up the courage to make a move on my dad, I let him 'catch me' walking naked to the shower. And do you know what he did? He bought me a bathrobe for Christmas. A bathrobe. You had a crush on me for two days -- Two. Days. -- and I let you jizz in your pants against me. Most parents would never condone any flirting at all. But I did that for you. But, yeah, sure, say it was just 'kind of' cool of me."
Miles couldn't believe had not only gotten away with that joke, but his mom liked it. "I wasn't even flirting with you last night. If I was really interested in you, I'd let you catch me in my bras around the house and I'd put my underwear in your luggage."
"Fair enough," Hannah said. "Well, eventually, when all of those methods fail and you give up, let me know. I'll tell your Uncle Vince you want him to cum in you every weekend while you're away at school to help you cope."
"Ugh!" The eighteen-year-old cringed and squirmed in laughter, as he dunked his head in the cold water. "I seriously hope I don't cope that way." Miles splashed his mom and she splashed him back.
The mom and son horsed around in the river. They sniped each other with well-timed splashes and grabbed at each other's arms and legs until they could hardly breathe.
As Hannah took a moment to collect herself, she proudly admired the human she created and raised. Miles was a strong, intelligent, and capable young man. She was happy to see him smiling and enjoying himself because she knew this weekend could've been a drag for him. Gesturing with her arms, she motioned at the natural water park and swimming hole. "So... Tell me this isn't better than going to that lame pool party back home."
Half-seriously, Miles weighed the question. "Hmm. Well, based on a rumor I heard, I'm going to miss Becky Laurelson climbing out of the pool tonight in a string bikini. And her boobs are amazing. So, I won't know if this was better until I text Landon tomorrow and people's feeds."
I could've stuck up for him at home, Hannah thought. I should've stuck up for him at home and told Ken not to pull him into this. Hannah tried to make herself feel as guilty as possible and responsible for her son's happiness. But she knew the real reason for the idea that popped into her head, and she knew the real reason why she was having such a blast playing with her son in the water.
The firm-bodied mother stood on her toes on the rocky riverbed and scanned her surroundings. She then got her son's attention by flashing a daring smile he had never seen before.
Miles was struck by the unrecognizable, reckless look in his mom's speckled, green eyes. A jolt ran under the sides of his jaw and made his mouth feel fuzzy. She looked like her familiar and bubbly self, yet like someone else.
When Hannah was certain she had his attention, she touched her index finger to her kissed lips, telling him to "Shhh."
Blindly, Miles obeyed to be quiet. He then watched as his mom walked backward against the current until her upper thighs were surrounded by the white suds of the crashing fall. Miles was no less befuddled, but when his mom arched her soft-angled eyebrows suggestively, he felt a lump in his throat.
In a snap, Hannah dropped and vanished beneath the bubbling water.
Ok... Miles was slightly nervous. His mom had disappeared only five feet from the rocky face of the waterfall and only ten feet from where the current could sweep her away. He chose to trust her judgment, and he waited second by second.
Suddenly, Hannah shot out of the water gasping loudly. She quickly sank back down to her waist, keeping her head lower than the height of the fall behind her.
"Holy fuck," Miles mouthed. He never wanted to close his dilated eyes. With her back against the thin wall of water, her hands on the sides of her wet, darkened hair, and her deep green eyes proudly smiling, his mom looked at him. Her nose crinkled as she wore a flirtatious, self-congratulatory grin.
Yet, it was the minor change below her lively face that impacted Miles the most. He ogled the way his mom's large, firm, pillowy breasts spilled tantalizingly out of her pink sports bra. Her tits were immaculate. She had to have unzipped her compression bra three-quarters of the way while underwater. Miles was motionless.
The falling water pressured and massaged the tissue in her back, but Hannah was focused on her son's reaction. She couldn't resist feeling proud by his cute, dumbfounded face. While Hannah knew he was seeing nothing he hadn't seen plenty of times before in her bikinis, she knew this felt special for him. She knew the power of inviting a man to enjoy a sexy secret, one he knew was just for him. Yes, this is really happening, Miles, she said to herself.
Miles was numb, and he had to remind himself it was okay to stare. It was, inexplicably, the reason his mom was doing it. The crystal water streamed over her creamy breasts and collected in her open bra. It then pooled and ran down her flat stomach until it reached her black waistband and returned to the river. She's gorgeous, Miles recognized. The young man tried to find the right words to say but he had trouble unraveling his dried tongue.
Aside from it being strange, it also would've been impossible for Hannah to stand under the water like a statue. The current and unstable rocks forced her to rock and bob lightly on her squatting legs. She combed her fingers through her wet hair while arching her neck back into the fall briefly. What's he thinking? Hannah looked at her son and wondered. He was muttering hotly under his breath and his eyes were bewildered. I wonder if... Just as Hannah considered the question, her son's clenched body sunk lower in the water. Haha! Miles, you've only been able to see them for, like, fifteen seconds!
His initial shock had passed, and Miles had decided what to say. But when he opened his mouth, his mom shook her head no and wagged her finger. She then kissed her index finger again before warily pointing upward, reminding him they weren't alone in the river.
Hannah knew he could speak with impunity and nobody could see her. But she wanted to heighten the sense of risk, preserve the sense of shared secrecy, and keep him on edge. Plus, he was young and cute and fun to toy with.
For the first time since she had shot up, the mom inspected her chest to see how it presented. She had ignored the urge to check when she jumped out of the water, for the sake of good theatre. Under the surface, she had fiddled with the zipper to slide it to where bikini cups would've connected. And, surprisingly, she had nailed it.
The problem was Hannah had never truly appreciated how much cleavage she showed off in bikinis. More than that, her bikinis were never made of two compression cups pushing her cantaloupe-sized boobs up and into each other -- as her sports bra did. Well then... she awkwardly snickered, he's on a lucky streak, isn't he?
When she looked up, her son's relishing gaze hit her. He was loving how she had inspected her wet chest. For the first time, Hannah had the opportunity to examine the way her son looked at her. Not what parts he looked at. But rather how he saw her. She had been avoiding his gaze to prevent an awkward moment. But now, with Miles unapologetically taking in her entire being without restraint, Hannah had the chance to do the same.
Miles's eyes were replicas of hers. They always had been. Hannah, though, found herself looking at the familiar eyes without recognizing the feeling within them. It was like her son was still her son, yet also someone else. It was a gaze Hannah had never seen from any person. In her life, she had made men feel strong and weak, embarrassed and emboldened, unsure and infatuated, and purely mystified -- but she had never seen such a deep look of admiration, yearning, and understanding. Miles was absorbing every part of her being and essence through his eyes, inside and out, while also seeing clean through her.
Hannah's arms fell to her sides and she breathed deeply. Then, she blinked and threw her head back under the waterfall. She let some of the mountain water pour into her mouth. Stop reading into him like that, she urged herself. You've never seen him horny before, and that's what he is... horny. He missed his pool party and missed out on some fun, and you're making it up to him. He's having fun now. Focus on that.
She leaned out of the falling water and was determined not to look into Miles's gaze, not to fall into "the trap" of thinking too much. His strong arms and rigid torso were shaking in the air from his adrenaline pumping through him in the cold water. With each breath, his diaphragm sucked in his six-pack and his defined pectorals lifted his shoulders. His shoulders had gotten broader since last year, and his biceps larger. Even in the cold water veins were rising in his hands, arms, and neck. For someone who inherited Hannah's rounder head, his jawline was decent. His face was bright, open, and friendly, which reflected his character -- at least as Hannah viewed it in her motherly mind.
Why is she looking at me like that? Miles wondered why his mom was examining him. But he was content to stand there regardless and enjoy the miracle his mom had gifted him. This is was better than that fucking party, Miles thought. She's better than anything.
Miles looked at the expanse of clear, swirling water between them. It was maybe ten feet, but it felt farther and farther with each passing second. She never told you to stay where you are, Miles thought. Thus far on the trip, every time Miles tried to get closer to his mom he had been rewarded. So, he was willing to gamble on a better view.
He took two large, plodding steps into the current. He had cut the distance by a third. As he lifted his leg again, his mom halted him with the shake of her head.
Hannah smirked. Somehow, whenever they were together, everything ended up devolving into a game. She watched him sheepishly set his leg down in place, and she found it funny how she could control him with the simplest of gestures. Merely tugging on a zipper had made him erect. Staring at him had made him shake. And now Hannah wondered if she could lock up his entire body with the same ease.
Hannah held out her arms, and Miles knew she was asking what the hell he was trying to do. She seemed entertained. He could tell by the dimples in her cheeks. So, with comical guilt, Miles imitated binoculars with his hands.
Of course, Hannah didn't need to play charades to know why he wanted to get closer. Still, she mulled and puzzled over the clue before innocently pointing at her tits and questioning her son with a cocked eyebrow. His face cracked and blushed. He nodded while trying to suppress his goofy, childlike grin. With an exasperated sigh, Hannah ushered him back to his starting place with the sweep of her hand.
Miles's walk of shame was capped by Hannah shaking her head in a patronizing way. She let him know just how feeble and futile his attempt was. They laughed together silently.
Of all the fears Hannah had when she had first realized her son could be into her, one of her biggest was losing the little games they played together. Their relationship was built on their easy communication and shared sense of humor. When she was suddenly faced with the idea of the games going away, she realized how important they were to her, to her happiness. Her son's attraction wasn't ruining their games though... It was adding a wonderfully strange and exciting twist.
When the laughter faded, Hannah and Miles smiled and smirked at each other, like they were waiting for the other to crack up again. But Hannah tilted her head and curled her lips alluringly, causing her son to straighten up. She then sternly held her finger to her lips before cheekily flashing her eyebrows.
Just like that, she disappeared below the surface. Miles had no doubt his mom was safe under the river, as he was holding his breath, too. When his half-naked mom popped out of the water again, Miles's eyes popped out of his head. Are you fucking kidding me...
His mom's pink sports bra was barely held intact. She had pulled the zipper down as far as it could go -- or as far as she was willing it to. All he knew for sure was he could see the smooth, lower curves of his mom's breasts, and his access to her flesh ended teasingly close to her nipples. His rigid cock demanded attention in the biting water, and he knew where he wanted to warm it up.
As her son gaped and reeled, Hannah's ego and self-belief elevated. A warmth spread through her limbs while she watched his facial muscles twitch. Cockily, she shrugged her shoulder, as if this was no biggie for her. What... You were the one who wanted the better view, right? Hannah smirked to herself.
She had planned on stopping there, but her son's reaction -- along with her curiosity -- inspired her to check just how much of her chest was exposed. The answer was, A lot. As expected, Miles got a kick out of her examining her boobs again. Alright... That's enough, Hannah decided. She smiled warmly and waved goodbye.
Miles saw her wave and he disagreed. He shook his head, playfully pleading for her not to stop, but his mom was already sinking into the water. She laughed, winked, and then disappeared. She resurfaced moments later right next to him, her bra zipped fully.
"That was amazing. That was the greatest thing to ever happen to me."
"What was?" Hannah asked.
"All of it!" Miles moistened his mouth. "You letting me see your boobs like that, the water all over you, your eyes, your face, your pose... everything. I'm, like- I'm shaking, haha!"
"Excuse me?" Hannah boomed. "What are you talking about? What the hell has gotten into you?" She urgently touched her lips and scolded him with her eyes, reminding him they weren't alone in the river.
Miles caught the smug grin at the end. "Never mind," he waved it off, his heart racing, "I guess I must've dreamed it."
"Yes, you did." Hannah wiped her hair back. "Anyway... What were we talking about? I think you were deciding whether swimming with me was better than going to a pool party or not."
"Uh, yeah, hah! I think I've made up my mind," Miles said. "But, I'm always open to being even more convinced."
Hannah rolled her eyes. "Really...?" The mother scoffed and brought her hand up to her pink zipper. The moment she saw the hope in Miles's eyes, she splashed him.
"Hey!"
"Well, I'm gonna get out now." Hannah hit her son in the chest and swam away.
Miles followed his mom upriver, wading behind her drenched, black running shorts, which clung to the smooth curve of her bubbly butt. Hannah didn't even need to look back. Pay attention to the rocks, too, she thought. You're not gonna be able to look at it any longer if you're dead.
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After the river, the rest of the day's hike felt different. And that was because Ken decided to hike with them.
Perhaps Ken figured they missed him, or perhaps he thought if he finished the day with them, they'd hit the minimum time required to call this a "family trip." Either way, he wanted them to believe that palling around with his friends was a sacrificial chore he was doing for the family. "I like my coworkers, but they can really chew your ear off. I'm glad I was finally able to get away."
The irony, of course, was that Ken spent the next few hours blathering about the comet. The information was interesting at first, but Hannah and Miles soon spaced out and blindly nodded along.
For Miles, this was extra frustrating because he couldn't admire his mom's supple body. Even worse, he couldn't talk freely to her. But maybe this was for the best? He needed to cool down and collect his thoughts. His mom probably did, too. Hopefully, she missed talking to him as badly as he missed talking to her.
13 *****
Camp Three was breathtaking. It didn't have the jaw-dropping expanse of the first campsite, but they were much higher up. They arrived in the early afternoon, giving everyone time to snack, nap, and set up the tents.
They ate dinner as the green and tan mountains on the horizon folded into the dusky orange sky. The view, however, did little to distract from the talk of the comet. Yes, it was a rare event. But not every other sentence needed to be a repetitive fact about the comet or comets in general. It became unbearable.
When Rick held up two bottles and asked who wanted a drink, Miles and Hannah had their hands in the air before he finished the question.
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"Is he coming with us?"
"Who cares. Let's just go set up."
The sun was getting lower, and the astronomy club was itching to set up their telescopes. Sebastian had been absent for over an hour. While nobody was concerned about him, the astronomy club imagined leaving him behind could create some bad fallout.
They ended up not waiting long, as Sebastian emerged from the distant woods. "Took me forever to find a signal," he held up his phone. "You guys go ahead. I still haven't even eaten dinner."
The eight employees departed for the summit before their boss could change his mind.
Miles no longer knew what to make of the suave plant manager. He had been intrigued by his sense of style, by his commanding presence, by his rhythmic voice. But after everything Miles had learned, he was irritated by him. Sebastian had blackmailed his mom, fucked her, and then hijacked a work trip to solicit her. Yet, those crimes weren't what angered Miles.
How on Earth could he look at her like that? Miles remembered all of the times he had caught Sebastian leering at his mom. The look in his eyes... It was like he could only see her as a fun cumpiece -- a ticket to great sex and nothing more. Every day, Miles got to witness how incredible and special his mom was in so many ways. Any man who opened his eyes for even a second could see it. But Sebastian seemed to have no interest. What a fucking loser...
He looked into the dancing yellow fire and smelled the burning twigs. His mom was doing the same. They hadn't uttered a word to each other since the river. And considering all of the other women and children were gathered around the fire with them, it didn't seem like the best time to start talking again.
Soon, two of the women -- the ones who had fawned over Miles's fit physique by the water yesterday -- pulled him into a conversation. They laughed easily and asked him a lot of questions. Of course, they weren't seriously interested, but they enjoyed sipping their drinks and chatting with the handsome and energetic young man.
When Miles peeked at his mom from the corner of his eye, to see how she was reacting to his sudden popularity, his blood curdled. Sebastian was sitting next to her. The longer he discreetly mumbled into her ear, the more Miles felt a sinking sickness in the pit of his stomach.
Sebastian then stood up and left the fire. Seconds later, Hannah nonchalantly stretched her legs and headed off in the same direction.
Please, no... No. No. No. No. No. Mom, don't do anything. Don't do it, please! Miles restlessly tapped his toes. His gut was filled with a sense of impending doom. The voices of the tipsy women faded to nothingness, and he could only stare at the blackness into which his mom vanished.
Miles didn't just love her as a mother. He didn't just want to fuck her. He swelled with emotion beyond anything he could comprehend. He knew, beyond any doubt, he was helplessly and desperately in love with his mom. He had spent his entire life loving her as a mother, as a friend, and as a person. All he needed was the sexual spark to wake him up and realize his mom was everything to him. And now, the thought of even a shred of her wanting Sebastian... It ripped Miles's heart.
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They were the most painful and hopeless minutes of Miles's young life. Every five seconds Miles snapped his focus to the dark trees, imagining it would be the time his mom's lovely gate emerged into view. He had debated following her into the woods -- but he knew he couldn't. She doesn't want to be rescued, Miles admitted.
Finally, he heard footsteps coming closer, and then his mom's shadowy body was lit by the orange fire. A glance at his phone told Miles she had been gone for ten minutes. Ten minutes is enough, he thought. Maybe... It's possible. If he... Yeah.
The teenage son didn't know what to look for, but he wanted her to sit down again so he could search her hair, skin, and clothing for any signs. Instead, his mom walked behind him and placed her hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, Honey," she grinned peacefully.
Miles felt the pressure in her fingertips, how they gripped his right deltoid. Her presence felt different. Her hair was the same and she wasn't sweating. There was a glint in her eye, but not a daring one. "Hey, Mom."
"When are you planning on joining your father up on the summit?"
"Oh. Um... I guess later? I didn't really think about it."
"You should go now to help him. He could probably use it. And you know how much doing it with you would mean to him, especially with you starting school soon."
None of this made sense to Miles. His mom was ordering him away from camp, but there was no guilt in her green eyes. It was possible she was being blackmailed, but she sounded calm and in control. She asked him to spend time with dad for sentimental reasons, but, despite it being out of character, her suggestion seemed sincere.
In his confusion, Miles felt a sensation anchoring him -- something in the way his mom was touching his shoulder. He looked up at her illuminated face and believed she could never hurt him. He wanted the answers, but he found comfort in his mom's judgment. "Okay. Yeah, I'll go see if he needs help."
Miles grabbed his headlamp and water bottle. Then he began the quarter-mile trek to the summit.
----
Hannah watched her son walk down the beaten path under the starry sky. She knew his mind was on her mysterious trip into the woods. So was hers.
"Hey. I know you're unsure if you want to see me again. But I want you to let me show you something. I think it'll be of interest to you. All I ask is for five minutes of your time. If at any point you want to leave and be done with me... Then, fine, you can come back here and I won't disturb you anymore."
The familiar voice, with its sharp S's and hard T's, poured into Hannah's ear. The low fire crackled, and Hannah adjusted herself on her yellow pack. She let her irises drift away from her son and the two flirting women over to the side. She was intrigued by the secretive offer.
"If you're interested, follow me."
Nobody was paying attention to her. Not even Miles. He's too busy putting up with the Desperate Housewives of New Hampshire talking his ear off... Hannah thought. Wanting to remain irrelevant, she silently yawned and slowly stood up to stretch. When enough time had passed since Sebastian left, Hannah casually walked off into the night.
"Alright, you got me here..." Hannah greeted him just inside the grove of alpine trees. "What do you want?" Sebastian smiled and beckoned her with a wave. "Just so you know, in the book I'm reading, the main character waits to kill her husband's boss once they're alone."
Ignoring her comment, Sebastian led her deeper into the woods. "Ta-da!"
Hannah shook her head and held out her empty palms. "What? What am I supposed to be seeing?" There was nothing but rocks, trees, and his tent.
"Look around you!" Sebastion spun in the middle of the clearing. They were surrounded by dense firs. "There's nobody here. We're at least two hundred yards from camp."
"Really...?" Hannah rubbed her face. "This was your plan? This?!" She saw how his single-person tent was unzipped. "You were under the impression I wasn't sleeping with you because we were too close to other people? You thought if you just set up your tent in the woods somewhere I'd suddenly wanna fuck you?"
Sebastian waved her questions off, not wanting her to leave. "Yes, we are far away. Yes, this is someplace nobody would ever find. Yes, I did it for us -- I completely admit it. But, no, I didn't expect you to magically want to sleep with me."
"Ahh. Okay..." Hannah crossed her arms under her chest. "So, tell me then, how was this 'master plan' supposed to work?"
He touched his shorts. But only to pull his phone from his pocket. "I had enough of a signal this morning to text my assistant..." he tapped on the screen. "And... Here we go."
Hannah took the phone. Her eyebrows furrowed, and then her muscles stiffened. She scrolled through image after image in the long email. The screenshots were of emails, where the two addresses were random usernames. But Hannah knew -- the wife knew -- they were messages between her husband and the twenty-something-year-old receptionist at his plant.
She exhaled and held her composure. "How did you get these?"
"They were sent on work computers. I can access employee emails if... Well, I suppose I can do it whenever. Anyway, I had my suspicions about Ken and Taylor. Of course, they'd be chatting at work. So, I had my assistant check their emails. And I was right!"
The boss's glee was evident. Hannah reread one of her husband's messages. "You already know that wouldn't be a fair competition ;) You're half her age. There are plenty of things you could do for me that she can't."
"They have been emailing that way for a very, very long time," Sebastian added.
Hannah closed her eyes and breathed. Every day. Every single day for almost two years. His words, the ones dismissing her, or degrading her, or replacing her -- she felt them in her core. Looking at the dates on the emails inspired an odd mix of emotions. She was confused and frustrated by how her husband had shot down the idea of an open relationship, saying he didn't want her having sex with other men, all while he was sexting his coworker. Ironically, she was also embarrassed and turned off by how her husband didn't have the balls to act on his desires. It wasn't love or marital duty stopping him. He weaseled around and cheated on her every day with a coworker, but he was too cowardly to risk getting physical. Also, Hannah felt a strange sense of happiness and relief spread through her arms and legs.
She looked at Sebastian. "So... What was the plan? To show me these so I'd wanna get back at my husband with you?"
"Umm..." Her calm reaction left Sebastian perplexed. "Yes, that... That's the gist. It's right there in black and white. You can see, he has his friend on the side..."
Hannah cocked her eyebrow.
"I know you're mad at me, but remember how much fun you had getting back at him with me after New Year's Eve? We had a fantastic time. I know you did. Can you honestly say you've had hotter sex with Ken since then?"
No... Hannah thought. If Sebastian had come to her earlier with the emails, Hannah knew she would've used them as a free license to fuck his brains out. Her husband hated his guts, and he would've rather her fucked any other man in the world. In January, that fact set the stage for the hottest and most gratifying sex she had in years.
In the hotel room shower, Hannah pictured, again and again, the image of her husband flirting with the receptionist while leaving her alone. She thought of how it felt and the betrayal. Even more, she thought of how his boss was in the bed on the other side of the wall. That was when she decided she was worth more than a shameful orgasm in a ritzy bathroom. She strutted out naked and found a level of energy and euphoria she hadn't experienced in a long time.
Tonight, though, Hannah wasn't awash in rage or rebellion. Conceptually, fucking her husband's boss for payback was hot, but, looking at Sebastian, Hannah felt no desire. It surprised even her. "Thanks for showing me. But... I actually don't care. So if that's all ya got I'm gonna head back to camp." She turned away.
"Seriously?!" Sebastian huffed behind her. He settled back into his friendly persona. "Alright, I understand. I made a promise. I'm sure I'll convince you at some point. I'll just have to wait until after the trip, hah!"
"Excuse me?" Hannah snapped. She marched up to him and felt him shrink. "No. You won't be trying this again. Ever. It's the end of the line for you. Got it?"
Sebastian's sheen of confidence had worn off. His stubble was unkempt below his desperate eyes. "Okay," he swallowed. "I will never contact you again. Can you at least leave me with a goodbye kiss, though? I mean... We both helped each other out when we needed it. We share a great secret. And I always thought I'd get another chance. When I told you I'd stop, I meant for the trip. I wasn't prepared for this."
Who even was Sebastian? Hannah pinched her nose and looked at the man. He was her husband's boss. But outside of that, who was he? Just a random person with a dick. Sebastian didn't know her, and she didn't know him. There was no tension or intimacy or desire... There never had been. All of the heat and fun existed because of a rare situation. Not because of him.
Subconsciously, Hannah compared the extreme measures she had taken to feel reckless with Sebastian to the simple gestures, glances, and smiles she and her son had shared in the river. Merely thinking about it flooded her with the same reckless, lively, fun tension she had felt earlier.
Hannah looked at the tent Sebastian had prepared. Even if she were to climb in there with him, zip the door shut, and climax loudly, she couldn't do for him what she could do to Miles through much simpler means. Jesus, she thought, could you imagine the face he'd get just from you letting him watch you read your book in a bra and thong? Hannah blushed.
"Sebastian, I'll tell you what..." she shifted her hips -- and her tone. "I was going to tell you off. But, now that I'm here... I had another thought. Like you said, your tent is the only one where there's actual privacy. And, uh, I've been hoping for a chance to read my romance novel... in peace. If you get me? Yeah... And since we both know you're going to put a price on it, I'm going to cut to the chase," Hannah held firm. "If you let me borrow your tent, and you stay the fuck away until after the comet's over, and you promise to never -- and I mean NEVER -- talk to me or contact me in any way ever again... we can end this with a kiss."
Sebastian's dark eyes enlarged. A thin smile split his flat cheeks. Hannah was already unsure of her spontaneous idea.
"You can have my tent. Just join me inside for a little bit."
Hannah already knew where this was going. And she wasn't interested in playing this game. She was focused on a larger vision. "If you just shut up and say yes, you can get your closure with a handjob."
She knew he would say yes. He was horny and desperate, and he wouldn't turn down a guarantee of her getting him off.
"Consider the tent yours!" Sebastian tugged on his shorts.
"Hold on! Hooold on." Hannah collected herself. "Let me go back to the camp first. I need to make sure my son's out of the area."
As Miles approached the first bend in the summit trail, he glanced back at his mom. She was still standing by the fire, wearing a veiled smirk as she sweetly waved him goodbye.
14 *****
"Alright. You got this. Nothing new..." Hannah said under her breath.
Before heading off to Sebastian's hideaway in the woods, Hannah removed her tanning oil from her pack. This'll end that conversation before it starts, she cleverly thought. This wasn't Hannah's first rodeo. She knew once she started working his cock with his hands, Sebastian would ask her to "just lick it," and then he'd ask her to suck it. And despite her lack of interest, Hannah had to respect her history of poor decision-making in vulnerable positions.
A walk through scratchy brush and tree limbs led Hannah back to the small clearing.
"Welcome back!" Sebastian greeted her.
"Thank you," Hannah wryly acknowledged her host.
Cordially, he held open his tent flap. "Ladies first."
"Oh, Hell, no... No, I'm not going in there, Sebastian. If you want the handjob, we're doing it out here. Let's go behind the tent and you can whip it out there."
Sebastian had to have been clinging to hope of the handy leading to sex. But getting jerked off in the open air was also a hot idea. "Okay. Let's do it outside!" He walked behind his new tent, and Hannah followed.
Nothing to it but to do it... Hannah thought. The rocky terrain and darkened trees disappeared from view as the married mother lowered herself to her knees on the sandy dirt. There was only Sebastian's body and the tan, nylon background. The moment her butt settled on her calves, Hannah uncapped the bottle of suntan oil. Ironically, she couldn't wait to get her hands on his cock.
"God damn..." He shook his head down at Hannah. He inhaled the sight of her bare thighs pressed together, leading to the curvature of her round ass in her tight shorts. Her large tits hung from her chest inside her black tank, with her pink bra peeking out from under the straps and rising into the view of her deep cleavage. Most arousing, though, was her annoyed, almond-shaped eyes looking up at him, waiting.
"Are you gonna just stand there? As badly as I'm dying to do this, I'm not gonna take it out for you." Not even her bubbly cheeks could hide her sarcastic smile. She watched him roll his shirt up on his stomach before he shoved his shorts and boxer-briefs down to his ankles. A familiar, five-and-a-half-inch cock bobbed out of its trap. Fittingly, it had the same manicured appearance as the rest of Sebastian's person.
The circumcised cockhead pointed at Hannah's face like it was staring at her. Welp... Without further ado, she poured the oil into her right hand.
"Wow! You thought of everything, didn't you?"
Hannah shrugged. "Anything worth doing is worth doing right." She smugly squeezed his bare shaft, coating his flesh in the toxic lubricant.
"Ahhh! Ahh..." The oil soothed his warm penis. He basked in Hannah's magical touch and rolled his shoulders. "Fuck, I'm gonna miss this."
It was comforting to hear Sebastian say it was the last time. "Yeah, you will miss this." She gently pumped the dangling shaft once, sending it to full mast.
"Uhh. Ohh, you have a gift."
"It's no gift... Just tons of practice." After years of masturbating her husband on nights where he or she wasn't in the mood for sex -- combined with her silver tongue -- Hannah could say whatever she needed to and perform all of her tricks by heart. She began massaging and pumping the pulsating cock in a steady rhythm.
Unlike in the past, Hannah didn't feel an intense rush or a desire to do more. Playing with a guy's hard cock while he stared at her like she was the sexiest thing to ever exist -- that was always an ego boost. But she didn't find herself caring much for Sebastian's opinion.
As much of a douchebag as Sebastian was, Hannah was peaceful and fine with him enjoying herself. She was simply stroking a cock as part of an agreement -- an agreement that would shut one painful door and allow her to explore a new one. It was in both of their best interests for Sebastian to enjoy himself. And besides, Hannah had done this correctly so many times, it would have been harder to try to do it poorly.
She skillfully cradled and massaged his testicles with her left hand while she circulated her wrist and pumped with the fingers of her right. Based on his grunts, her mindless, muscle-memory routine was driving him crazy. Maybe he'd cum quickly?
"Ahh! This is even better than last time," Sebastian gushed. He was spellbound to the point where he took his eyes from the slight jiggle of her chest and focused entirely on her well-orchestrated hands. Hannah would start by holding his balls snugly in her left hand while she jerked his taut flesh with only the fingertips of her right. Then, she'd twirl her wrist rapidly around his cock, spinning it in a tight circle like a propeller. Then, she'd pad the length of his purple vein with her thumb, pushing into the sensitive nerves under his cockhead and manipulating them with the tip. And, lastly, both hands would take turns delivering a fast, slippery stroke from his base to his tip. Then the routine started again, like clockwork.
Hannah, though, was deep in her mind, oblivious to the grunts and praise raining down upon her. What a weird situation. What a weird choice of man. Hannah wondered how she had ever been attracted to Sebastian. They weren't compatible... at all... in any way. The quality of the sex or their chemistry... Even that had been non-existent. So how did she end up here?
Hannah stared into space and began to question why she had found any of her major sex partners to be attractive. "I like shitty guys because they're dangerous. I like the risk. I'm kind of a rebel that way when it comes to sex." That was her answer. Every time her friends voiced their concerns about her taste in men during college, that was Hannah's answer. And she never doubted it... until now.
I should be fucking loving this. I should want his cock in my mouth. I should be thinking about taking off my top. This should be fucking hot, Hannah thought. But it wasn't. At best, it was a mildly interesting and funny story.
She looked up at Sebastian and entertained a few of his questions and remarks. She could see he was coming along nicely, and her proven, cum-inducing routine seemed to be doing its job. She then slipped away and returned to her thoughts.
Hannah thought about her favorite sex partners -- the ones who had rocked her world and made orgasms rip through her body. There weren't many. And, no... her husband wasn't one of them.
Only four men had ever sent Hannah over the edge. There was her first crush, who had inspired her to cum through masturbation -- her dad. There was the first experienced sexual partner, who fucked her until she came -- her Intro to Sociology professor, freshman year. There was her favorite sexual partner of all time, who took her whenever humanly possible -- her Uncle Bruce. And then, finally, there was Sebastian -- her husband's boss.
Of the men Hannah had slept with, it was only those four who made the sex desirable. It was only those four who made a lasting impact. Though... their impact was not equal. Sex with her college professor was exciting at first and helped her through a tough first year away from home. And fooling around with Sebastian at the New Year's party had reawakened a sexuality she had lost. But neither of those men offered her an experience anywhere close to the euphoric sensation of her uncle pumping a fresh load of cum into her wet pussy. Nowhere even close.
Thinking back on it, nothing compared to her two greatest relationships -- her imaginary one with her dad and her very real one with her uncle. When Hannah was younger, she lived for the moments her dad would see her "accidentally" naked. Every time she teased him, every time he inadvertently glanced at her tits, and every time their legs brushed while they sat on the couch together, Hannah's heart raced. When she was with her uncle, she woke up excited every day. Whether she was sitting in class, hanging with friends, or dancing at parties, she loved imagining how everyone would react if they knew she spent her weekends sucking her uncle's cock and playfully begging him to use her pussy as his personal cum bank.
The only downside to these two great relationships... Hannah still felt a little hole deep inside her. Whenever she joyously collapsed in her bed with a dildo in one hand and a daddy-daughter novel in the other, she felt a tiny hole. Whenever she gasped for breath and savored the feeling of her uncle throbbing inside her, she felt a tiny hole. The hole even larger when she was with the professor or Sebastian.
"It's because the sex is wrong," Hannah had always told herself. She assumed the hole was her conscience punishing her for "inappropriate" desires. Yet another long-standing theory Hannah now realized was bullshit. You let your son jizz on your ass... And you didn't feel guilty or ashamed, she thought.
As she stared distantly into the pick cockhead, Hannah's mind opened... Dad never understood me. Professor Pretentious was just using me to get back at his ex-wife. Uncle Bruce was a deadbeat. And this one -- this douchebag -- views me as a piece of meat who's here to help him cum. The sex isn't "wrong"... You feel guilty because they're shitty men. Them being "wrong" to fuck was the only great part about them.
Hannah jolted, as the clarity hit her and sent spasms through her limbs and neck like an electric shock. spasm. She fumbled the slick erection before quickly recovering. She smiled wondrously at the simple truth that had evaded her for all these years... She loved taboo sex. She loved it. She loved knowing how "wrong" it was. Her brain was never were ecstatic, her body never more orgasmic, and her spirit never more alive than when she knew how shocked and appalled society would be if they found out who she was hotly fucking. For Hannah, taboo wasn't a kink... It was a fetish. She NEEDED it to cum. It was hardwired into her brain, and she was helplessly, undeniably, and unapologetically addicted to it.
Suddenly, Hannah knew why men like Sebastian no longer interested her. She had torn her eyes away earlier in the river, wanting to avoid the frightening thoughts and feelings bubbling to the surface. But she knew now why Miles had been looking at her -- through her -- in a way she had never seen or thought possible... He was in love with her. He thoroughly and unconditionally loved her. And Hannah was done being frightened of her feelings. She was proud. "I'm fucking in love with him."
Her lungs filled with her and she sat up with a grin. She mouthed it to herself again. "I'm in love with him." Miles represented everything she loved in life. He was the source of her laughter. He was the person she looked forward to seeing every day. He was the person she spoke to when she was feeling down. He was the person she trusted. He was the one who made her smile. And now, on top of all of that, Hannah realized he was the one person -- whether she wanted to be lovingly caressed or treated like a reckless cumslut -- who could send her to her highest possible state of euphoria.
What would it be like... going to work, the grocery store, the coffee shop, family parties... waking up and living every single day knowing that her pussy belonged to her son's cock and her son's cock belonged to her pussy?
Moisture gathered in Hannah's thong as she envisioned the ultimate taboo -- she and her son living together, in the same bed, fulfilling all of each other's emotional and sexual needs. Partners. Soulmates. Mother and son.
"OH, FUCK! YESSS!"
Hannah snapped out of her trance. She swiveled her head to orient herself. She looked at her hands, and she was surprised to see how erotic and sensual her rubdown had gotten. It was working, so she kept it up. He's gonna blow, she thought.
"Yeahhh. Keep going. Don't stop." Sebastian's face was red and his teeth were clenched.
Hannah was stimulated. Not by Sebastian. But stimulated nonetheless. "Get it all out. It's our last time. Make it count." She pumped faster.
"AHHH!" He convulsed and his eyes clamped shut. Hannah jerked his cock straight into the air so his white goo fountained safely onto her hand and wrist and the ground. She squeezed his testicles and tugged on his drooping dick. Once Sebastian's head fell and his arms dangled in exhaustion, Hannah let go.
They both sucked in as much of the thin mountain air as they could. Hannah examined her hand, which was dolloped with white cream. Well... That was worth it for him, she thought. Hannah stood up and wiped her hand on the side of Sebastian's new tent.
"That was... Ahh... That was fucking great. Thank you so much." He didn't seem bothered by where she wiped his mess.
"You're welcome," Hannah said. "So... You don't need to sprint away or anything, but just make sure you leave here within the half-hour. Just hang out on the summit until after the comet."
The boss nodded. Then he smirked. "Are you sure this is the end...? I could see how much fun you were having there."
Hannah rolled her eyes. Why'd he have to ruin it? She spoke bluntly, "Yes, this was the end. And if you ever try to contact me again or tell anyone anything about us, I'll call your employer and tell them all about how you made me sleep with you to promote Ken."
"Well... If you did that, everyone would know we've slept together, and your husband would divorce you. OWW-AHH!"
Hannah nodded. "Worth it. Besides, you saw those emails he sent to his girlfriend... He'd rather be unhappy than let me go. I think we both know I'll be the one filing."
To a gasp of relief, Hannah released her contorted death grip and walked away from Sebastian, and everything he represented, for the last time.
15 *****
"Are we sure it's not gonna crash into Earth and kill us all?"
Miles turned to his mom hiking up the side of the rocky summit.
"That's actually impossible..." an employee began. More Star Gammas joined him in explaining astrophysics to Hannah.
"I made that same joke and they all jumped down my throat, too," Miles whispered to his mom, as she stood next to him.
The panoramic sky was clear and open. Shimmering wisps of red and purple Milky Way stretched as far as the eye could see. Walking on the bald mountain top, as the cool breeze whipped over the low wild grass, was like walking among the stars. Telescopes pointed in all different directions, exploring the constellations and planets listed on star maps.
"I missed you."
"What?" Miles felt his mom's soft shoulder on his arm.
Hannah hugged her black tank top for warmth. "I missed you," she whispered.
"You missed me doing what? I haven't even been able to use the telescope yet."
"No," the mother chuckled and nudged her son. "I missed being with you all day after we left the river. I missed talking to you."
"Oh..." Miles lit up and blushed. The pressure against his arm increased, and he felt his mom's hip gently rest against the side of his leg. She's being really cuddly right now, he thought positively. Of course, nothing could distract him from the question on his mind.
As usual, Hannah read the furrow of Miles's brow. She flicked her head toward Sebastian and assuringly looked up into her son's eyes. "I ended it. For good. From now on, I only want to spend my time with someone if he's special to me. Miles, you never have to worry about me doing anything with him or any other-" Hannah stopped herself and swept her hair behind her ear. She wished she could explain her epiphany and her new awakening. She wanted to tell him how if she could go back in time, accepting what she accepted now, knowing and believing what she did now, feeling what she did now, she would have... Hannah breathed and looked up at the sky. She was tired of letting herself be a hostage to her past mistakes. She was ready to live forward. "I like having you as my partner on this trip. Thanks for staying in the back with me... and sticking with me while I figured some things out."
Miles didn't know what kind of journey his mom had in the woods. And he didn't need to. All that mattered was she felt closer to him than ever before. She felt relaxed, gently breathing against him. Under the faint starlight, her curved lips displayed a subtle freedom. "Yeah. I like hiking with you, too, mom." Miles shuddered from her palm touching the small of his back. Gently, she caressed him and dragged his nails over his cotton shirt -- out of view from everyone else. "That actually feels good, ha!"
"Yeah...?" Hannah petted his back and neck. "You can't get enough of me today, can you?"
"I guess not." Miles saw his mom's full lips in an affectionate grin. The reckless look was back in her green eyes -- but with a calmer depth. "I can't stop thinking about that 'dream' I had earlier about you in the waterfall," he breathed.
Hannah slowly exhaled, letting more of her arm sink into his. "Do you wanna talk about it?"
"We can talk about it...? I'm allowed to?"
"Of course," Hannah smirked. "I always want to hear about your dreams." She swayed her hip into his side and rubbed his back with a flat hand.
Oh, god... Miles swallowed. His pupils dilated as blood flowed to the tip of his penis. "You're okay with it? Even if the dream is... Even if it's about me seeing your boobs in the water?" He saw his mom's bottom, pink lip catch on her teeth. He shuddered again as she dug her nails into his shoulder blade.
"I especially want you to tell me about those dreams..." Hannah surveyed the round summit. The comet wasn't arriving for some time, and nobody was paying them any mind. "If you wanna get out of here with me, I know a place where we can talk about it alone."
The alluring pitch sent a chill down Miles's spine. He moistened his dry mouth. He wanted to answer, but his thoughts and words were elusive. His mom saved him and guided him with her head. Miles mirrored her and nodded back yes.
With a touch to her lips, Hannah breathed, "Be as quiet as you can. Don't turn your headlamp on until you need it."
"Where are we going?"
Again, Hannah tapped her lips -- adding a suggestive flash of her eyebrows. Miles zipped his mouth shut with his fingers and then followed her down the trail.
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The descent was not without peril, as Miles stumbled several times due to nerves -- and his headlamp being out. He didn't know where they were going, but the last time his mom secretly conspired with him she was nearly braless. So, he had a feeling they were going somewhere good.
Alright, I didn't expect this, Miles thought, as the adventure drew him into the trees. It was the same area where his mom had gone to meet Sebastian. What the hell is here? Why is it such a destination? His young mind imagined a secret swimming hole.
When his mom stopped in the middle of a clearing, Miles looked around. There was nothing but a humble backpacking tent. "Sebastian's tent?" He figured he was allowed to speak again.
"Yep!" Hannah glowed and flourished her hand at the surprise.
"Okay..."
"Nobody knows this is here... And he won't be coming back until after the comet... So, until then, this is my tent."
Miles spun on the forest floor. They were isolated, off the trail map. There was just the little, khaki tent. Through the mesh door, he saw the lone sleeping bag. The son blinked and shook his head. "Wait! You wanna talk in there?"
While untying her boots, the mother confessed, "My original plan for the tent was to tease you in it. You know... play a fun game where you'd have to stand outside while I was in here, reading my book... in just a bra and thong."
"Jesus Christ," Miles sputtered. The fact that that thought had even entered her mind was incredible. "Seriously...?"
Hannah nodded matter-of-factly. "The idea was to put on this sexy, powder blue sports bra I've been saving for tomorrow. And, I think you already know about the cute, black thongs I brought..." She rolled her socks down her feet and balled them into her boots, wiggling her bare toes. "Once I stripped down, I imagined relaxing on my stomach, kind of propping myself up on my elbows... and reading my book. And your view... Hehe! Umm... I thought it bordered on inappropriate. Even for me."
The teenage son had a lump in his throat. His knees trembled at the glorious mental picture. "Oh, wow, uh... I guess it makes sense why you didn't do it."
Hannah tilted her head curiously. "When did I say I decided not to do it?"
No more than a yard from her son, Hannah rose to her feet. She pinched her tank straps and guided her top over her head. As expected, her son's face was priceless. There may not have been a fun zipper, but she figured he'd appreciate the lower cut. Her beige tits had always looked great in powder blue.
Hannah wasted no time hooking her thumbs under her waistband and wiggling out of her polyester shorts. They fell to her ankles, and she elegantly stepped out of the light fabric. Now you can check me out, Hannah thought, her heart racing.
Miles struggled to breathe and move his Adam's Apple. He didn't know what to look at. There was so much skin. Beautiful, smooth skin. The entirety of her sturdy legs. Her bare stomach and arms. Her neck. Her deep cleavage. Her hips. Her entire lower body was bare, except for the wide-banded, black thong. Miles was speechless. But his mom wasn't.
"See... I didn't cancel our plans." Hannah licked her lips and flirtatiously smoldered with her eyes. "I simply decided to change them. I was all prepared to have you stand outside the tent while I read my book and turned you on. But then..." Hannah stepped closer to her son and invented a story. "But then you told me you wanted to talk about what we did in the river. And I had to assume you'd wanna talk about how hard you got from watching me... Or talk about the naughty things you wished you could've said to me... Or maybe you just wanted to ask me how I knew you were thinking about warming your thick cock up against my tits before cumming all over them?"
Miles panted and leaned back. The muscles in his chest and elbows twitched uncontrollably. He watched his intimidating, sexy mother tiptoe closer and closer into his personal space. When her chest was inches from his ribcage, she gazed up into his eyes.
"So... Since this is probably going to be a highly inappropriate and intimate conversation... I thought you'd feel safer talking to me about it in the privacy of the tent. But it's your call."
I love you. Miles's forehead burned to where he felt feverishly ill. He wished he had gotten a haircut. He stared at his mom's patient eyes and still lips. She had made a solid argument. "Yeah. Ah. Makes sense. In the- Yeah, inside the tent works."
Hannah bit the insides of her mouth to suppress her biological grin. "Before we go in there though," she spoke sweetly, "I need you to take your shirt and shorts off." She watched his face go blank. "It's just that... I'm in a vulnerable position right now. And I'm perfectly fine being zipped up in a tent with you in nothing but my underwear -- because I trust you, Miles. I trust you more than anyone. And if we're going to go in there together, I want to know you trust me just as much."
"Like... Like right here."
Hannah shrugged. "I'd certainly prefer it that way."
Miles's fingers were trembling and it was difficult to grip the hem of his shirt. He then closed his eyes and froze. He knew his erection was lurking beneath the white fabric.
Hannah smiled empathetically. "Honey... I already know what I do to you."
It was naive to think his mom would care -- considering what she was wearing. But Miles wasn't in his normal state of mind. He anxiously shuffled backward and unlaced his boots. While he stripped away his socks and shirt, Miles admired his mom's tight, underwear-clad figure. She was perpetually stunning. With a huff, he let his shorts fall to his ankles. His mom's eyes widened as his cock pushed into his soft boxers, angling at the night sky.
Fuck me... Hannah gaped. She had felt how healthy and thick he was when he rubbed against her. But seeing the tent of what was likely a six-and-a-half-inch cock... It was pleasant. Hannah picked at her fingers and gently swayed her hips. She had planned to lure her son into the tent, get him talking, and slowly seduce him. That plan could go fuck itself. "How long did you plan on hiding that from me?"
"I, um... I wasn't hiding it. I mean... I touched it against you last night. I guess I just-" Miles stopped. He realized his mom was having fun with him again. Dude, she's flirting you, you fucking idiot. Relax, he urged himself. Miles straightened his spine and found the courage to smile at his mom. He felt comfortable in front of her. He knew he could embarrass himself and her opinion wouldn't change one iota. "I hid it because I wasn't ready to show it off yet." He tried to play it cool, hoping his banter would meet her standard.
Hannah lit up. She flirtatiously swept her hair behind her ear. "You're right. I did feel it last night. Unfortunately, though, I was a little preoccupied with some things going on outside. So, I didn't get to pay as close of attention as I normally would have. But tell me... Why were you scared to show it off to me last night? What did you think I was gonna do with it?"
"I don't know... Maybe you would've told me to get it away from your face and go back to grinding it into your pajamas while we pretended to sleep," he quipped.
"Haha! Yeah? Did rubbing it on my pajamas bother you?"
"No, the pajamas felt great! It was a lot of fun."
"Yeah, it was a lot of fun," Hannah wistfully sighed. "Unfortunately, I don't have my pajamas on me..."
Miles gulped and centered himself. "Um, well... Maybe your plan was to grind into me with just your thong on?"
Hannah exhaled heavily. She tapped cheek with her finger and mulled. "Yeah, I mean, that's an idea... It would be much easier for me to help you cum if I used my bare ass. But... Then again, with how big your load was last time, I imagine it'd smear all over my ass. Not that I care about it getting on my ass... But I can't risk spoiling my only clean thong for tomorrow."
"Yeah, true..." Miles didn't know how women packed underwear. A bead of sweat ran down the side of his face. "Umm... Maybe your plan was to let me put my cock between your tits, and then you'd use them to help me?"
She bit her lip and grazed her fingers over the top of her breast. "Huh. That's another idea... It wouldn't be hard for me to squeeze your cock in them. I could help you fuck 'em until you blew your load. Joking around with each other while your cum runs down my tits... That does seem like our kind of activity, doesn't it?" Hannah pulled the strand of hair clinging to her forehead. "Wow, honey... Heh! You, uh, certainly have a lot of good guesses for what my plan was, don't you?"
"Yeah."
Hannah softly touched her son's arm. "Maybe it was a little selfish of me to come up with the plan for us on my own? I think you and I are always best as a team. And I think once we get inside this tent, zip the door behind us, and brainstorm together, we'll come up with an even better plan."
Even though his head was spinning in an erotic haze, Miles deciphered his mom's intoxicating gamesmanship and knew was going to get at least a handjob. He had never been either more excited or more terrified in his life. "I think we're good as a team, too," he nodded. "Let's, um- Let's go in."
With a fluttering heart and overwhelming emotion, Hannah squatted next to the tent and found the zipper. She took her time -- both because she was nervous, and because she wanted to give her son his first full view of her ass. Well... His first intentional one, anyway. She could feel his stare on her butt, and she appreciated it -- especially given how most men were usually too distracted by her tits, face, and eyes to recognize what she believed was her best asset.
Hannah leaned in and crawled on her knees into the tent. Wearing only his plaid boxers, Miles followed her into the dimly lit hole.
16*****
Hannah knew how to avoid awkwardness before sex. The instant her son sealed the flap shut, she attacked.
"Ooof!" Miles's eyelids flew open. He then clenched them tightly, feeling the foreign sensation of his mom kissing his lips. Her arms held him longingly while her nose rubbed his. She passionately nudged her head in and out while humming and moaning from her throat. Once the initial shock subsided, Miles kissed her back with just as much romantic intensity, showing her how he felt for her.
It was like she was rising into the air -- floating from the padded ground. Hannah melted from the feeling of her son's skin on hers, the feeling of his muscular arms constricting her lower back and pulling her in as tightly as physically possible. But she still didn't feel close enough. He smelled like hormonal sweat and campfire, and Hannah lost herself in the charged kiss.
Miles surprised his mom by slipping his tongue into her mouth, which she graciously received and massaged with her amorous tongue. She tasted like mint, and Miles's loins swelled from the realization that she had prepared to make out with him. She planned this. She wanted this all along. He found a way to pull her in even tighter.
Hannah could no longer control her body. It was in her son's control. She could only control her face and how badly he wanted her. She had never wanted a man more thoroughly and completely, and she wanted him to want her more than anything he could ever imagine. She moved her tongue sultrily, knowledgeably, as she gave her baby his first lesson in mastering the French kiss.
For minutes, the mother and son sucked on each other's soft lips and massaged each other's swirling tongues. The air inside the tent heated quickly. Hannah's boobs were just under Miles's chin. As much as he loved it, he got off of his ankles and sat up straight on his knees, allowing his mom's bulging chest to press directly into his heaving pecs. More moisture flooded into Hannah's pussy as her son's erection dug into her tummy.
Unable to hold out any longer, Miles slid his hand down his mom's spine toward her thong. He poked her with his fingers to test her, and she showed no signs of resistance. Miles palmed and squeezed his mom's fatty, round buttcheek. It was a feeling he had dreamed about and missed sorely.
Hannah broke off the kiss so she could rest her chin on his shoulder and give him a clear view of his hand on her ass. She continued to grunt and purr in his ear to encourage his scandalous touching. When his second hand palmed her other cheek with a gentle smack, Hannah moaned. Then she lovingly licked and sucked on her son's neck, rewarding him for his behavior.
The soft, dense, bouncy tissue in his kneading fingers was heavenly. But Miles was even more turned on by how much his mom loved it. She could kiss his neck forever. He smacked, squeezed, gripped, and lifted... anything to win more attention and favor from his mom.
"Mmmmm. Oh, Miles."
Miles shuddered to his core. His mom's breathy voice filtered into his burning ear and lingered. He was frozen, and he tried to think of something hot to say. But his only response came from his testicles, as his loins lurched and he awkwardly flexed his cock into his mom's stomach.
"Haha!" Hannah laughed and smirked naughtily. She wiggled her butt into his hands. When she jolted from the light, responding smack, she bit down on her lip. "Harder." Her son complied. "Uhh." She opened her lips against his ear and breathed, "Harder." She heard his excited giggle, and she then yelped from a firmer, stinging smack. "AHH! Ah, yeah..." With a grittier tone, she urged her horny son, "Tug my fucking thong and do it again."
Miles wiped the perspiration from his face and eagerly did as his mom suggested. He hooked his rough-hewn climbing fingers around her thong tail and pulled on the stretchy, black fabric until he heard her wince. Her butt cheeks looked even bigger and rounder. He delivered a forceful, loud smack that echoed in the small tent.
"GAHHH-AHH!" Hannah clenched her teeth and grinned widely. She shimmied her flat tummy against her son's cylindrical erection, then she pushed away from his shoulders. The mother leaned back and admired her son's maturing body. His hard chest heaved with each deep breath. There were signs of tan hair growing in the valley between his pecs. His hard abdomen was cut with chiseled lines, ending in a V, which pointed to his healthy manhood. His legs were powerfully built and stable. He was a young athlete, and Hannah knew he had more thickness and height to add. Miles had her dream body, and she knew he'd let her do whatever she wanted to it.
"Woah! Uhhh!" Miles threw his head back into the mesh screen. His spine arched and his chest tingled. His mom was back on her ankles, leaning forward and swirling her tongue around his nipples. She sensually kissed and licked his chest. Miles didn't even know this was a thing a woman could do to a man. His thighs rattled while she scraped her fingernails up and down his abs. "I love that!" he moaned.
"I've never been with a guy whose body I could do this to..." Hannah kissed all six of his defined ab muscles. She grinned and laughed before going back to suck on his nipples.
More euphoric tremors coursed through Miles's body. "Oh god! I wanna do that to you," he blurted out.
"Oh, yeah? You want me outta my bra? You want my fucking tits?" Hannah growled. She excitedly planted her lips on her son's and carnally made out with him before pushing away from him. "You have these sexy strong arms... Why don't you put 'em to good use?"
With his mom's hairy head nestled into the side of his face, Miles looked down her tilted back and saw the thin, powder blue straps of the cami sports bra running over her shoulder blades. Suddenly, Miles jerked his shoulder from the wet, tickling sensation of his mom kissing and sucking his neck again and again. Despite the involuntary shrug, she forcefully kept her head there, refusing to stop. He looked down at her bra again and knew what she wanted. He saw only one way to take it off without fail and he knew she'd love it. His fingers found the soft material.
"WAHHH!" A rough, powerful motion jerked Hannah up off of her ankles, as her bra was torn from her body. Her hair fell over her face, and she landed with her butt back on her heels and her naked tits rising and falling with her breath. It was incredible.
"Fuck!" Hannah swallowed and brushed her long hair back with both hands, looking at her firm tits hanging from her chest in all their glory. Her pink nipples were hard and swollen. She saw her mesmerized son's stare, and she decided he needed more.
Miles was startled and had the instinctive fear of suffocation. His mom held his shoulders in place, so he had to crane his neck up to breathe clean air. Then he plunged his mouth and face back into his mom's large boobs. He was overwhelmed at first but quickly did what he knew how to do. He took an ambitious mouthful of her right boob and sucked on it, twirling his tongue around her nipple. His right hand found the areola of his mom's left boob.
"Ahhh. Ahhh, yeahhh..." The sultrily gasping mother tried to remain composed and in control. Her son was just so fucking cute and sexy. Plus, the sight of his mouth around her tit... The light graze of his palm on her hard nipple... The waves of erotic pleasure he was sending through her body and down to her pussy with his tongue and hand... Fuck. "Ohh, Miles..." Hannah purred when he switched nipples. He couldn't get enough, and neither could she.
They're fucking amazing, Miles thought. The young son was in heaven, and he cursed himself for going so long without realizing how perfect his mom's body was. Her hefty tits spilled out of his hands whenever he tried to grope them, yet it was like they belonged to be there. In the dark, his adjusted eyes could see a sexy, mature character to his mom's pink areolas. They were larger and round, but with uneven and slightly stretched edges. The teenager was astounded by how her breasts were so beautifully mature yet had a firmness and jiggle that put most girls in his class to shame.
"Don't stop. Keep going. Mmm, yeah." Her emotions and tension were escalating, and Hannah was aware of what would happen if she didn't pull away. Her pussy juice was sticking between her thighs and her libido was through the roof. I'm not ready yet, she thought. She tried communicating her lustful wish through her eyes, but perhaps her expectations of her inexperienced son were too lofty. For now, anyway.
Miles was interrupted by a firm palm pushing his head back. He sat back in a daze and looked at his mom to see what was wrong. But she was merely cocking an eyebrow. He looked at his erect cock and around the dark sleeping bag. Then he finally saw it. He didn't know how she had tugged her thong to her knees without him noticing. He gawked at her low-cut mound. But not for long.
"You're cut off," Hannah smirked. With an aggressive shove, she knocked her son over, making him fall back into the front door of the tent. The nylon enclosure shook and stretched around them. Miles flailed and tried to get his head out of the mesh, but Hannah trapped him.
Miles wondered what was happening. With a maniacal giggle, his mom grabbed his knees and pried them open. She knelt between them so he couldn't get up. "Open wide!" was the last thing he heard before his mom's balled-up thong was being forced into his mouth.
Oh my god! Oh my god! Miles bit and gagged on the silky fabric, trying to accept it. His mom's thick scent overwhelmed his sinuses and dominated every draw through his nose. He licked and sucked her pussy juice from her underwear, huffing hotly around the ball of hefty material.
"How do I taste?"
Miles's brain was broken. He nodded profusely and answered, "Really good." Of course, it came out as a muffled slur. His mom threw her head back in a sexy laugh as she proudly gyrated her hips.
Hannah was in the zone. She knew how to edge an orgasm. She knew how to prolong the pleasure of sex. And she knew how to suck a damn cock. After brushing all of her caramel hair onto her left shoulder, Hannah stared directly into her son's eyes. "I wanna put your cock in my mouth. I wanna show you what I can do."
Miles's green eyes flashed open. He lay in a pool of sweat and aromatic bliss, and he felt the cold outside air hitting his burning forehead through the mesh. He was in an erotic, zombie-like fog. It seemed odd how his mom was asking him to give him a blowjob like she was auditioning or trying to prove something. Maybe he was just thinking weirdly? He could barely think at all, but he would've done anything to feel his beautiful mom suck his dick. He nodded okay.
Without any showmanship, Hannah scooted back and pulled her son's boxers down his thighs. Finally. "Fuck." She leaned over and took the full length of his gorgeous, rosy penis inside her warm mouth. She held his cockhead in her throat and felt him throb.
"Uhhhrrr!" Miles moaned and gasped through the thong. Her soft lips and wet mouth soothed his painfully hard erection. He marveled at the tightness of her throat -- and the fact she fit it so easily in her throat. Her forehead resting against his lower abdomen was the most intimate sight Miles had ever encountered.
Just as Hannah had a standard routine with her hands, she also had one with her mouth. But this situation was anything but standard. She held the sides of his body while she deliberately drew her head up and down, smoothly coating her son's cock in her saliva. Her flat tongue danced along his vein while her soft lips wrapped tightly around his shaft. She would lift her head until her lips caught the rim of his cockhead, where she would roll her tongue over his fleshy nerves. Then, she would swallow him whole, stopping once her nose and forehead were touching his abdomen and her chin was resting on his ballsack. There, she would stop, catch her breath, and hum into his cock, sending vibrations through his manhood.
Her son squirmed and writhed under her. His legs kicked and he moaned through her balled-up thong. Once his restless hands found the back of her head, Hannah began noisily gagging on his cock for him each time it entered her throat.
Miles was powerless. He feared losing his load so soon, but he was a hostage to his mom's sex. His innate biological impulses would never let him stop her. The sucking sensation, the constricting pressure, her flirty tongue, the absolute comfort and trust she showed every time she cozied her warm forehead against him... "Ohhhhhhh... Oh, mom..."
Hannah's hips buckled and her pussy clenched. She gasped and choked on her son's dick, forcing her to frantically tear her head away and catch her lost breath. Even through his muffled voice, she heard him moan "mom," and it resonated through every fiber of her being. She stared longingly at him before falling backward, landing on the black sleeping bag with a thud.
Climbing out of the mesh, Miles sat up. And the warped tent sprung back to its original shape. He coughed out the now damp thong and took a moment to collect himself and exercise his lungs. When he turned to his mom, he was splayed out on the sleeping bag. And the moment they caught each other's eyes, she brought up knees and spread her legs.
"Your turn."
Miles's heart raced. His mom's bright smile filled him with confidence. But watching her raise her feet into the air gave him even more. As he lowered his shoulders, his mom grabbed his locks and guided his face between her thighs -- inches from her steaming pussy. Miles felt the tangy heat radiating into his face.
Even in the dark, the folds of his mom's lips glistened. The insides of her thighs were wet and sticky, too. Her pussy was fittingly plump, as Miles envisioned. Dude... He mused. Admittedly, Miles had never liked eating women out. But after tasting every drop of his mom's nectar from her thong, he was a convert.
"Ahhh!" Hannah arched her back and rolled her hips from the mere touch of her son's tongue. As he lapped, poked, and swirled -- exploring her vagina -- Hannah cried out in pleasure. "OHHH, fuck! God, yesss!"
Her shout was so loud, Hannah feared she could've been heard from camp. But then that thought only made her want to yell louder. "Fuck, Miles! Keep going, honey. Don't stop. That feels so fucking good!"
The young son was giddy from his mom's response. He was eager to please her more. He began passionately making out with her flowery, open pussy lips. He buried his mouth and chin into her intoxicating, aromatic mound. He didn't know how to do it, but he threw everything he had into making her cum -- licking, swirling, swallowing, grunting, French kissing, and fingering her sensitive clit.
The cramped tent became a sweat lodge -- an odorous one. The vapor of sex sweat and pussy juice hung in the stale air, as the mom and son slipped and slid atop the slick sleeping bag. For Hannah, the steamier the air was, the better.
She wanted to lose herself in this private world, and her son was happy to help. Every time his tongue fluttered against her vaginal walls or rolled on her clit, pulsating waves crippled her body. Every carnal instinct was telling her to close her thighs around her son's head and not let go until she came on his face. But she knew there was a better ending to be had.
When Miles withdrew her tongue, Hannah had her opportunity. She started to sit up, but she was quickly sent back to the floor. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!" Her eyes squinted in desperation as Miles tantalizingly licked and kissed her inner thighs all around her pussy. "Stop! Stop! Stop!"
In a hurry, Miles sat up and held his hands defensively. He thought it would be okay to lick the juice from his mom's thighs. "Sorry, I didn't know. I won't do that anymore."
Hannah hazily rolled her neck and smiled at her son. "You better be lying about that." She held out her hand, and her strong son lifted her onto her butt. She then surprised him by grabbing his shoulders and twisting him around on his knees. Miles fell onto his back and Hannah landed on top of him.
The mother and son stopped and breathed. They were tired. They had been nonstop since entering the tent, and they were both sweaty, hot messes. They had golden-brown hairs stuck across their faces and they didn't know whose it was. In the calm darkness, they settled themselves the best they could.
After a minute or two, Hannah lifted her head from her son's chest. She glanced behind her to watch the way his hand gently lay on her butt cheek -- holding her. Her legs rested between his. She looked ahead again to see her son admiring the way her tits pressed into his ribs. They met each other's eyes and took a good look.
"Hey."
"Hey."
They stared at each other, studying the other's thoughts. Miles looked through Hannah the same way he did in the river. This time, Hannah wasn't afraid. She returned the same absolute stare.
"Are you, uh, going to let me, um..." Miles swallowed.
Hannah gently smiled. "I am. We are."
"Woah, haha!" Miles sharply breathed. He found it funny how stupidly lucky he was. "I can't believe this is happening. Um, wow, haha! You're being a cool mom again."
Hannah shook her head and kissed his lips. "No. I want this with you because I love you... in the same way you love me. I want you, Miles."
"Wait... What?" Miles nervously moved his fingers. If he didn't admit this now, then he'd never be able to. "Mom... I don't just wanna do this because it'll be fun. Ever since I caught you... Like, when I'm with you... It's hard to explain..."
The mother kissed her son deeply and assuringly. "Let me guess... When you're with me, you feel like I'm perfect for you. Like we're perfect together. And you want to spend every moment of every day with me. And you see yourself being with me. Only me?"
Miles didn't know how his mom could describe his deepest feelings better than he could. Dryly, he nodded.
"Like I said..." Hannah smiled, "I want this for the same reasons you do."
In a rush, Miles wrapped his arms around his mom and kissed her. She kissed him back and they made out. Miles moved his hips, rubbing his cock on his mom's thigh. Hannah flexed her quad and rubbed him back. With his confidence growing, Miles smacked her buttcheek and cupped it in his hand.
"Mmm. Hehe! You like it, don't you?"
Miles bashfully grinned. "Oh, hell, yeah!" He opened his mouth to say something else but feigned. "Mom, this might sound random," he panted, "but have you ever heard a guy call you 'bubbly' before?" His mom instantly lit up and flopped onto his chest.
With a touch of ego, Hannah shrugged, "I think I might've heard a few guys call me that... Why?" Before her son could respond, Hannah whispered in his ear, "Guys like to play it off like they're talking about my personality. But that's not why..."
Miles swallowed. He already had an idea, but he wanted to hear his mom say it. "Why, then?"
"Because those men have been around for a while, and they take one look at me, and they imagine what it'd feel like for me to bounce on their cock." Hannah hotly breathed. "But none of them will ever know. Only you will."
It was too much. Miles lurched forward and lifted his mom. He held her butt in the air and tried to angle his swollen tip into her parted pussy lips. Hannah helped him by holding the base of his cock.
"Fuck me. Do it, honey." Miles's erect cock burrowed inside her warm, welcoming vagina. And at that moment, Hannah realized she would forever be the mom who fucked her son. She dug her fingernails into his shoulder blades and moaned loudly. She gritted her teeth as her son stuffed his length inside her pussy. "Ahhh! Ohhh, Miles..."
"I love you, mom."
Hannah collapsed her head on his shoulder. Being with her son, being with a man she loved, being fucked by a cock this nice -- any of those three things would have driven Hannah up the wall. Having all three was... was... Fuck, I'm gonna cum soon, she thought.
There was no hope, but for as long as she was going to last, Hannah wanted to show her son she could satisfy him more than any other woman ever could. She gripped his cock with her pussy and bounced in his lap. She lifted her head so she could look him in the eyes -- his squinted eyes. Hannah wondered how much of his grunting and arousal came from her actions and how much of it came from him knowing he was involved in the hottest incest imaginable. Hannah hoped the answer was both. She wanted him to be turned on by every aspect of their love and relationship, just as she was. "I love you, too, Miles. Keep pounding me. Yeah! Show me how much you love me. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! Harder!"
He went from thrusting to violently bucking up into his mom's pussy. Her ass slapped his charging thighs every time they met. Miles felt his cock get swallowed in its entirety every time and still wanted to be deeper.
Her flopping hair, her tits smooshed into his chest, her gasping lips, her slapping ass, her warm body in his arms, her narrowed eyes, the smell of her skin, the lewd moaning, the pure desire, the cramped, steamy tent... It was like being in a dream. How is this real?
"Fuck, mom! I love being inside you."
"YESSS! Keep talking to me. Tell me where you wanna cum."
"I wanna cum in your pussy."
"UHH!" Hannah kissed her son while bounced on his cock and let him rail her as hard as he could. "You have no fucking idea how good this feels! I want you so fucking bad." They kissed again, struggling to hold their lips together through the jolting collisions. "You're fucking mine. I can't believe you're fucking mine."
"I'm yours," Miles grunted.
"Yeahhh!" Hannah wanted to give her son everything he ever wanted -- with one exception. A wicked idea formed in her dazed mind, and she decided to act on it. After all, she knew what was best for her son. "Honey, ahh... Tell me when... Ahh, ahh. Tell me you're gonna cum."
"Soon!" Miles blurted. His face and neck were strained to their aching limit and he didn't have much energy left to give. He was dehydrated, sticky, and throttled -- and he had never felt this incredible. He wanted to leave his cock in his mom's pussy forever. "Almost there!"
"Yeah? You're almost there? Ahh! Ahhh! Yeah, you're gonna fuckin... AHHH! OH-OHHHH! Miles! Miles! Miles!" Her pitch crescendoed into a silent scream.
The physical pleasure and emotional connection had sent Hannah to the edge. Hearing her son say he was about to cum inside her had pushed her right over it. Hannah came and came... and came. The intense orgasm ripped through her core and limbs. Wave after wave of release surged through her lower body. Her mind went blank, except for the thought that her son was now her best orgasm, and it only made her cum more.
Miles held his mom in amazement. She buckled and thrashed in his arms. Her eyelids shut and her face contorted. He kept thrusting, even while hot pussy juice squirted down his cock and balls and between his thighs.
Hannah's eyes flew open and she gasped for air. Her green eyes were watery, and her chest was heaving and red. It was like decades of pent-up frustration, angst, and guilt had been expelled from her body. She let her arms go limp and fell into her son.
Her face was hidden against his, but Miles could feel her heart race and her body tremble. He was shocked she had done it. He was blown away that he had done it for her. He beamed widely and fucked her.
Completely drained, Hannah couldn't help him much on his lap. She pushed his arms away and fell onto her back. She opened her legs and rested her eyes. With a dazed nod, she confirmed it was an invitation.
The young son crawled over his mom and slid his cock back inside her. He flopped and pounded, slowly losing control of his muscles. Just a few thrusts later, he froze. "Ahh..."
Hannah was just lucid enough to react. The first rope of his cum shot far inside her vaginal canal. Then, she pushed back. Miles shouted in panic as he slipped out, but then he was knocked forward by his mom's heels giving a literal swift kick in the ass. His goo started to land on her stomach. "Cum wherever you want!" She hastily said.
With no time to think, Miles went for it all. He lunged forward and aimed his cockhead at his mom's beautiful face and large tits. She flinched and closed her eyes every time he spurted, but her mouth was open in a shining grin the entire time. When he started to fade, his mom reached out and took control, pumping and squeezing out every last drop.
Miles wobbled, and then he collapsed. He fell into the side of the tent, resting against his mom.
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For a while, the mother and son caught their breath in solitude. It was dark and quiet. The horniness subsided, and Miles came to grips with what they had just done. Hannah kept her eyes closed, just feeling her son's semen melt and trickle down her skin.
"Wow," Hannah finally spoke. She rolled on her side. Her son smiled from seeing her smile. Soon, they were giggling together. They kissed, and Hannah made sure not to transfer any cream to his face. "Hi."
"Hi," Miles answered. He watched her supple finger trace the valley of peach fuzz in his chest.
Slowly, a naughty curve formed in Hannah's lips. "You should go outside and get your phone. I know guys don't really hang up posters of naked women anymore... But I imagine a picture of me like this would be cool to have on your phone..."
Wait... What? Miles didn't know why his mom brought up a poster or how that thought even entered her mind. Did he say he wanted one in his sleep? Whatever. She was offering a photo of her covered in his cum, and Miles wasn't going to ask questions. "Uhh, yeah! I'll go get it."
Gingerly, Miles crawled out of the tent and scoured the grass for the right piece of discarded laundry. Ah! "Got it!" He announced and hurried back to the tent.
"Ho-ly shi... Wow." He had only made it halfway through the door. He was greeted by his mom cockily biting her lip. Miles didn't know where his mom had learned how to recline and pose like that. All he knew was that it was insanely sexy.
"Hey, honey? It's melting..."
"Oh... Yeah!" Miles fiddled with his iPhone and set his camera on Night Mode. When he lined up the shot, his mouth got even drier. She was perfectly propped up and positioned. He could ask her about it later. For now, he was humbled by how happy she looked to be coated in his love juice. "Um. Alright. Three, two, one..."
He only pressed the button once, and apparently, that was all he needed. Hannah blushed and sat up next to him, pecking him on the cheek. She stared at the screen with him. "See. Now that is me being a cool mom, hehe! Hey, when you get service again, send it to me." Her son leaned in to kiss her. "Hold on!"
Miles savored the scene of his mom quickly scooping his cum from her face, tits, and stomach before easily licking it down. When she was done, she pursed her lips, and Miles kissed her. He didn't even care that he could taste the salty, alkaline remnants of his load. He just wanted to make out with her.
Before long, Miles's soft cock swelled back to life. He twisted his hips against his mom's thigh. "Can we do it again?"
"Haha!" Hannah bellowed and rolled her eyes. "Are you fucking kidding me? You waited eighteen years to get back inside. Now, you can't even wait two minutes?"
Miles was loving this new angle to their shared humor. "I guess now that I'm a man, my dick wants to reclaim its home," he bantered.
Hannah went weak in the knees, and her internal fire reignited. "Mmm. Yeah? You want my pussy to be yours? You're ready to be my man now? Then show me."
She heard her son laugh from the teasing. As she was tackled onto the sleeping bag and flipped over onto her stomach, Hannah closed her eyes and basked in the complete feeling of being emotionally and sexually fulfilled. There was no hole inside her -- only a desire to keep going.
Miles hoisted her butt into the air and slipped his cock back into her pussy. The immediate sensation was so intense, Hannah knew neither of them would last long. It was a quickie -- like a dessert after a long, savory meal.
It took all of thirty seconds for Miles to start huffing and grunting. "I'm gonna cum, mom!"
"Ahh! Yeah?' Hannah winced. "Good. Make me yours. You have to cum in it to make it yours." She giggled through her moans.
Miles puffed his chest at the challenge. "Fuck, I will!"
"Mmm. Say it again. Call me mom. Fuck your mom."
The stinging sweat dripped into Miles's eyes. "I'm gonna cum in you, Mom. Err! I'm gonna claim your pussy, mom. It's mine."
"Whew! Fuuuck!" Hannah twitched and leaked the last of her nectar. After her orgasm, Hannah stared into the rippling, khaki wall until she felt her son ejaculate inside her.
How the fuck did we wait so long?
17*****
Miles was the perfect gentleman, going outside to gather all of his mom's clothes for her. But Hannah left the tent to change anyway. The hot, sticky air was fantastic during sex... Not so much after. Her skin tingled in the cool, fresh air. She glanced back at the tent and humorously thought, He's gonna wonder what the hell I did in there.
The comet wasn't set to arrive for another hour. Miles was curious if there was a stream or a basin nearby where they could wash off together. As it turned out, his mom was on a similar wavelength. She told him she already checked a map and they were out of luck. But she had body wipes back at camp to clean their faces and genitals.
Miles matted the sleeping bag and adjusted the tent. Hannah opened the windows and unzipped the sleeping bag so it could air out. She didn't feel the need to be nice, but she didn't see the point in drawing unnecessary suspicion.
On the walk back to camp, the mother and son were quiet. Processing. Thinking about what they had done. Thinking about what they had started. When they arrived, the fire was nothing more than a simmering pile of ash. Everyone had gone to the summit.
"Should we head up?"
Miles nodded. "Yep."
With their headlamps on, they began the trek to the peak. The summit was busy with people gabbing and switching between each other's telescopes. Hannah told Miles he should go over and join his dad. It would be awkward, she recognized, but confronting it sooner was better.
Watching from a distance, Hannah swelled with a feeling of gratitude. She knew this was her last vacation with Ken. They had many quality years together. And as much as Hannah regretted how the decisions they both made over the last two years, she now could see it for what it was -- two scared, desperate, and unsatisfied people acting out because they lacked the courage to admit the life they had built together, the only world they knew, had already run its course.
If only they had been secure enough to see what a new life could have in store. Hannah smiled. She was going to sit down with Ken when they got home and have a heart-to-heart. Their son was moving out, and it was time for Ken to finally try his luck with the receptionist, or do whatever he wanted. She deserved her happiness, and he deserved his.
Hannah watched her son look up at the sky. And her mind swirled with thoughts of the future -- their future. He was her dream, and she promised herself she would be his. God, he's gonna be relentless... Hannah excitedly thought.
Miles perked up and looked behind him. He stole a glance with his mom while she scratched his back. They smiled together and then drifted apart as they waited for the comet to come.
Minutes later, Miles heard the familiar sound of his mom stifling her laughter. He looked up at the sky to see the clouds moving in.