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Author: alwayswantedto
Title: The Platform
Tags: The Platform, alwayswantedto, mother son incest, mother son sex, mother, son, incest romance, reluctant, seduction, oral

Summary: Mom and son share a hidden deck in the forest.

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

All characters are 18 years or older.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mom was gone.

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

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

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

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

"Which way did you go?" Mom asked.

"I followed the main trail," I replied.

"Did you walk backwards?" Mom laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Whew!

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

Mom laughed. "Yeah, sure" she said.

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


I returned to a row.

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

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

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

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

Dad started to speak again.

"Just listen!" Mom shouted.

The crowd acquiesced.

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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


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

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

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mom! Wait up."

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

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

"Beautiful isn't it?" she said.

"Yes, it certainly is," I agreed.

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

"It is," I concurred.

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

"Mom, about last night."

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

"Ta da," she exclaimed.

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I know it was you up there."

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

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


"Touch it," Mom whispered.

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

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

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

