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 I unzipped the tent and slipped out into the overcast morning.  The sky
above me was a solid gray and it felt like I could reach up and touch the
bottoms of the clouds.  The clearing we were in was glazed in a coating of
freshly fallen snow and I was in heaven.

   I crunched out into the snow and looked around me.  The branches of the
trees hung low under the weight of the snow on them.  Everything was still
and silent.  This was what I needed.

   I had spent the last three years of my life slaving away to get my
Bachelor's Degree.  I only had another year of college left when I realized
I was now 21 and hadn't done anything for me in three long years.

   I was in the middle of getting ready for the winter semester when I
decided to drop out for a year and live.

   I'd moved back home and explained my plans to my mom who had been
completely against me dropping out.  We'd had more than one screaming match
over the subject.  I knew how much she had sacrificed to make sure I would
get a good education, but I had to do this.  I needed to see the world for
myself.  I needed to know what my place in it was before I could settle
down and head my life in the right direction.

   "You are so much like your father sometimes it scares me," she had said.

   My dad had been all about adventures.  Taking off on the weekends, we
would all go camping or somewhere new just to see what was there.  When he
died, Mom and I had stopped going on those adventures.  It was like any
reminder of him had to be cleansed from our lives or the pain would
overwhelm us.

   When she'd asked me what I wanted for Christmas I had blurted out, "We
should go camping."

   I don't know where it came from but it was out before I could stop it. I
expected her to be upset but she'd actually smiled and said, "It's been
such a long time since we've done that.  We'll probably need some near
gear."

   We'd thrown ourselves into the camping trip and, just after the
beginning of the year, we'd headed up to the mountains.  We'd known snow
was coming but it was the only week Mom could get off and we were prepared
with the best low temperature gear we could spend too much on.

   It had taken us three days to get to this clearing and we'd spent the
entire day yesterday wandering around the area.  It was so peaceful, no
cell, no cars, no other people, just the two of us.

   "Oh my God, Richie, it's beautiful."

   I turned and saw my mom standing at the entrance to the tent.  She was
looking around the clearing exactly like I had and the wonder on her face
lit up my world.

   Mom hadn't been the same after Dad had died.  He'd taken a piece of her
with him when he died and I didn't think that piece would ever heal.  She'd
used to smile all the time, but now smiles were such a rarity, to see her
joy at the world, I would have given anything to be able to stop time and
live in this one, perfect moment.

   She walked out to join me and wrapped her arms around me.  At 5'9" the
top her head came up to my chin.  As I looked down at her I could see the
more streaks of gray mixing in with her blonde hair.  Those little streaks
of gray bothered me deeply.  It was another reminder that she was getting
older.  In less than two months she would be 45 years old.

   I pulled her tight against me, trying to impart how much I truly loved
her in one hug.

   "Richie, I can't breathe," she laughed.

   I released her from the hug but kept my arms around her.  We stood
there, enjoying the beauty around us for a while before she said, "We
should probably pack up."

   I agreed and we went to break down our camp.  I noticed both of us
dragging our feet.  Several times we just stopped to like out at the snow
glazed world around us.

   After way too short a time we had everything packed and we were ready to
head down the mountain.  Most people think going up the mountain is the
most dangerous part of the trip.  I've always felt it was going down that
was much more dangerous.  Going down you have gravity helping you which,
with seventy some odd pounds on your back, was not very helpful at all.

   I had hoped to be on the move by now, but our lollygagging had slowed us
more than I'd expected.  We got to the fallen log just a little before
sunset.

   The fallen log is a very old tree that had been hit by lightning and
fell across Mills Creek.  The creek was pretty deep in several places, like
here, but, this late in the season, it was almost frozen over.

   Mom stood looking at the log, a frown deeply creasing her forehead.  I
knew she hated this part.  She had ever since she'd almost fallen in, back
when dad had brought us here for the first time.  It didn't help that the
wind had suddenly decided to pick up.  Between the wind and the coating of
ice on the log, this was not going to be an easy crossing.

   I put my hand on her shoulder and said, "I'll go first and break some of
the ice off.  Then I'll come back and get your pack and you can follow me
across."

   "I can do it, honey," she said.  "I'll be fine.  You go and please be
careful."

   She gave me a little smile and I turned to make my way across.  The
whole log was slippery with snow and ice.  I broke off as much as I could,
making a decent trail for her to follow over the log.

   When I got to the other side I was huffing and puffing from the effort
of clearing the log and holding on under the increasing wind.  I looked
back across the creek and yelled, "I should come back and get your pack. 
It's really bad getting across."

   "No, you stay there," she yelled back.  "I'm coming over."

   I watched, my heart hammering away, as she climbed onto the log.  She
crept across like I had, on all fours.  She slipped once and I thought my
heart was going to slam its way out of my chest but she managed to right
herself and continue across.

   She was just past the midway point when I saw her slip again.  She
grabbed at the log but her other hand slipped free and she slipped off of
the log.  I could only watch in horror as she fell the few feet to the
frozen surface of the creek.  She hit had and I heard her yelp, but the ice
held.

   I tore off my pack and yelled, "Stay there and don't move!  I'll make my
way out and pull you up."

   I got onto the log and started to crawl towards her when I heard a sound
like a gunshot.  It was the ice cracking under my mother's weight.  I had
to hurry.

   I got to where she had fallen when another loud crack came from the ice,
eliciting a scream of terror from my mother.  I hooked my legs around the
log, grabbed a knot that had once been a fairly thick limb and extended my
hand towards her.

   She got to her knees and grabbed my hand.  I was starting to pull when
the ice gave way beneath her.  She dropped down into the freezing water and
almost pulled me with her.  My arm burned and felt like it was going to
tear right out of the socket.  I looked down and saw my mother was
submerged to her armpits in the hole in the ice.

   I tried to pull her but, between her and her backpack, it was too much
for me.

   "Get you pack off," I said through clenched teeth.

   She stared up at me, her eyes wide with terror but she didn't move.

   "Get the goddamn pack off or we're going to die!" I screamed at her.

   My scream broke her trance and she managed let go with one arm and undo
the straps across the hips.  She shrugged her shoulders and the shoulder
straps slid free.  The right shoulder strap grabbed at her arm, nearly
pulling her out of my grip.  She grabbed my arm tight with her left hand
and let go with her right.  The pack slid off and fell into the water next
to her.  I saw it slip under the ice and it was gone.

   With the weight of her pack off of her, I was able to pull her out of
the water and onto the log with me.  We crawled off of the log and onto the
shore and collapsed.  My arms were on fire and I wasn't sure if I was going
to be able to get my pack on.

   "Richie, I'm so cold," my mother whispered next to me.

   I looked over and she had curled into the fetal position and she was
shivering uncontrollably.  I had to get her warm or she was going to die.

   The thought of her dying sent a burst of adrenaline through me.  The
pain I'd been feeling was gone in an instant.

   I got up, threw my pack over my shoulder and helped her up.  We had to
get the tent set up but I wanted to be in the trees, away from the biting
wind.  I got a dozen yards into the trees before I found a place flat
enough for me to set up the tent.

   I set mom down next to a tree and got to work.  I got the tent set up in
record time before taking a quick look around for fire wood.  It was a
fruitless gesture and I knew it.  Everything was covered in snow or wet
from the snow that had melted.  I had to get her warm and that left only
one choice.

   I crawled into the tent and got my sleeping bag open.  I set my pack in
the corner and went back out for my mom.

   I helped her up and to the entrance of the tent.  I unzipped the tent
but stopped her from getting in.

   "Mom, your clothes are soaked and I need to get you out of them," I
explained to her.  "We'll have to share my sleeping bag and my body heat to
get you warm.  Do you understand?"

   Her head jerked up and down and I had her sit down as I started to
undress her.  Her boots came off and I had to fight to get her wet socks
off.  I undid her pants and tugged at them, finally managing to slide them
off of her legs.

   I froze for a second as I reached for her underwear.  She was wearing a
white lace thong.  It looked very sexy against her pale skin and I found
myself starting to get turned on by the sight.

   Shaking my head, I grabbed the thong and pulled it down.  I fought to
keep myself from looking but my eyes drug themselves towards her naked
pussy.  It was shaved into a tiny landing strip of blonde hair.

   Somehow I pulled my eyes away from the sight of her pussy and I focused
on getting the rest of her clothes off.  I unzipped her jacket and then
unbuttoned her flannel and tossed it into the pile of clothes in the corner
of the tent.

   I pulled her t-shirt up and over her head.  She was wearing a white
sports bra, which I grabbed and pulled over her head as well.  I stared for
a second at her naked breasts.

   They were still very firm and perky which took me off guard.  So did the
faint pink scar I could see starting at the side of her breast and then
ducking under it.  She'd had a boob job.  This revelation, as much as her
tiny dark nipples that stood jutting out as hard as a rock, froze me in
place a second time.

   Mom's teeth chattering pulled me out of my trance.  She was freezing to
death and I was leering at her.  It had to stop.

   "Get into the sleeping bag," I told her.

   She did while I undressed as quickly as I could.  I slid into the
sleeping bag next to her and, when her icy flesh touched mine, I yelped.

   "Richie?" She asked.

   "It's okay," I said.  "I'm alright but we've got to get you warm."

   I pulled and tugged and got the sleeping bag closed.  My bag was almost
too small for the two of us but we managed.

   I wrapped my arms around her stomach and pulled her tight against me. 
Pain shot through me from the touch of her cold skin but I held on, knowing
my heat was her only chance.

   We lay there for hours, her body leaching away the heat of mine.  I must
have dozed off because the next time I noticed, her body had stopped
feeling like an ice cube and felt almost normal.

   I lay there, pressed against her, listening to her breathing.  With each
breath her backed pressed gently back into my chest and her ass cheeks
rubbed gently against my cock.

   Noticing how good my cock felt pressed between her ass cheeks sent a
flood of heat through my body.  I felt my cock stiffening and the sensation
of the head of my cock rubbing up against her only made me harder.  I lay
there, my stiff cock pressed against my mother's ass, hoping she was asleep
and wouldn't notice.

   I tried to pull myself away from her body but there wasn't enough room
in my bag and all I was doing was getting more excited from rubbing against
her.

   "Shit," I whispered trying to figure out what to do next.

   "Honey, it's okay," she said.

   I lay there staring at the back of her head, my worst fears realized. 
She was awake and she could feel me.

   "God, Mom, I'm sorry," I said, glad she couldn't see how red my face
was.

   "Baby, I understand and I'm not mad," she said.  "We're naked and really
close, it's only natural that that would happen."

   "Well, let's change the subject and maybe it'll go away," I said.  "How
are you feeling?"

   "Much better," she said.  "I'm warm and safe and so glad I have such a
brave son."

   "Mom," I said, embarrassed from her praise.  "I just did what had to be
done."

   "You did more than that," she said, her voice cracking.  "You save my
life, Richie."

   Her body shook as she sobbed quietly next to me.  Each sob rubbed her
against me, increasing my desire.  I tried to blot it out.  My mother was
crying and needed me but all I could think of was her body and how good it
felt.

   "Mom, don't cry," I said.  "You're alive that's all that matters.  And,
besides, your crying isn't helping our little situation here."

   She stopped for a second and then her body shook again, this time with
laughter.  I couldn't help but join her.  The whole situation was
completely ridiculous and our laughter seemed to relax us a little.

   "Sorry, honey," she said between giggles.

   "Sure you are," I said.

   As we lay there a thought occurred to me that set off another round of
laughter for me.

   "What's so funny?" Mom asked.

   "I was just thinking how much Bobby would give to be me right now," I
said.

   "Bobby?  Bobby Marcone?" She asked.

   "Yeah," I said.  "All those years of him asking to spend the night
weren't just because he was my best friend, you know?"

   "No!" She said.  "He had a crush on me?"

   "A crush?" I laughed.  "More like an obsession.  You don't know how many
times I had to drag him away from the bathroom when you were showering.  Or
away from your door in the morning when you were getting ready."

   "Really?  I never knew he was that bad," she said.

   "He was the worst," I said.  "The other guys were bad, just not as bad
as him."

   "How many of your friends had crushes on me?" She asked.

   "All of them and their dads," I replied.

   She laughed again and it felt good.  It was good because I loved to hear
her laughter and because of what her body did against mine.

   "It was probably my store bought boobs," she said.

   My cock spasmed against her.

   "Weren't we going to change the subject?" I asked.

   "You're the one that brought up the fact that everyone we knew had a
crush on me," she pointed out.  "I was trying to guess why."

   "Yeah, well, is right now really the best time for us to discuss the
boob job I knew nothing about?" I asked.

   "You didn't know?" She asked.

   "Not until just now," I said, noticing her body far more than I ever had
before.

   "Oh," she said.  "Your dad said he liked them the way they were but I
knew he liked the new and improved version better."

   "Well, whoever your doctor was did a great job," I blurted out; yet
again glad she couldn't see the burning red of my face.

   We lay there for a minute, neither of us knowing what to say.  Of all of
the things I had hoped would happen on this trip this had not even entered
my thoughts.

   "Honey, we're going to have to do something," she said.  "You're
leaking."

   I hadn't noticed but, when she said that, I could feel how wet the crack
of her ass was from my precum.  My face found a deeper color of red and I
was surprised it wasn't lighting up the tent from how bright the red felt.

   "I could get out and put some clothes on," I said.

   "And let out all the heat we have built up?  I don't think so," she
said. "What if I turn over to face you, then you turn over and face the
other way?  I'll be behind you and things should be okay."

   "Okay," I said.

   She struggled to get turned over without opening the sleeping bag but it
just wasn't working.

   "Maybe if you scoot down a little and I scoot up a little that would
help," she suggested.

   I bent my knees a little slid down while she pulled herself up.  She
tried to turn over again but wound up throwing her left leg over mine.  I
twisted and felt my cock slide between her legs.  The tip of my cock
pressed tight against the warm wetness between her legs.

   She and I both gasped at the sensation that ripped through us.  My cock
twitched, setting off another burst of pleasure in both of us.  I tried to
twist away and made things far worse.

   The tip of my cock pressed between my mother's wet pussy lips.  I tried
to stop moving but the mewling sound my mother made only turned me on more.


   The head of my cock eased into her, bringing a deep moan to her lips. 
The sound of the moan was too much for me and what little self control I
had slipped away.

   I put my hands on her hips and slid myself deeper into her.  Her wetness
and the ease of my cock sliding into her surprised and excited me.  She had
been as turned on as I had been.

   I pushed the length of my cock deep into her, listening to her breathing
growing sharper and faster.  I eased myself down and then back into her.

   I slid my hand up her hip and side.  I slid my fingers along the edge of
her breast.  I cupped her breast and gently squeezed it.  I could feel the
hardness of her nipple pressing against my palm as I touched her.

   I let my fingers rub slow circles around her nipple, getting closer with
each pass.  My finger grazed against her nipple and her whole body tensed.
I felt her pussy tighten against my cock as I pumped it in and out of her.

   I took her nipple between my fingers and pinched it lightly.  Another
moan escaped her lips and she pressed herself back against me.  Her hand
reached up and took mine.  She pressed my hand hard against her breast and
I squeezed it again.

   I bent my head down and kissed her neck.  My first taste of her making
my need grow.  Each time my lips touched her skin she shivered and let out
a little gasp.  With every gasp, her pussy squeezed my cock, making me
slide myself in and out, faster with each thrust.

   I slid my hand off of her breast and down her tight stomach.  My fingers
glided down into the tiny patch of pubic hair and past.  I slipped my
finger down until I felt her clit pressed against it.

   I massaged lightly up and down her clit, each stroke matching the timing
of my thrusts into her.  Her whole body shook and she began sliding
pressing herself against my cock faster.

   I kissed my way up her neck and onto the bottom of her jaw.  She turned
her head and I felt the touch of her lips.  I had felt their touch many
times in my life but not like this; these were the lips of my lover.

   Her lips pressed against mine and held there for a moment before they
parted.  Her tongue slid into my waiting mouth and rubbed against mine.

   The taste and feel of her tongue on mine lit a fire deep inside me.  I
drove my cock deep into her pussy, mad with my desire for her.

   As I ran my cock in and out of my mother's pussy, faster and faster, she
broke the kiss and let out a long moan.

   "Oh, God.  Oh, God, I'm going to cum," she cried out.

   I slid my finger along her clit as I drove myself deep into her.  She
let out a cry of ecstasy and I felt her body shudder against mine.  Her
pussy quivered as the orgasm ripped through her.

   The sensation of her pussy quivering against my cock sent my racing
towards my own orgasm.  I grabbed her hip and thrust myself in and out of
her, feeling the fire of my orgasm ignite itself.

   I pushed myself deep into her and cried out as I came.  My cock pulsed
inside her as my cum flooded out of me.

   The feeling was so intense I froze, my mind and body unable to process
the power of my orgasm.  My mother slid up and down, making me cry out
again and again with each thrust.

   After I had spent myself with in her, I collapsed onto my side.  I
wrapped my arm around her waist and held her tight to me, never wanting to
let her go.  We lay there like that for a while, until my cock had relaxed
and I slid it free of her pussy.

   Neither of us said a word.  I didn't know what to say but I knew for
certain I didn't want this moment to ever end.

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   The next morning, I was up well before my mother.  I lay there looking
at her for a few moments, wondering what today would bring for us.

   I slipped out of the sleeping bag and got dressed as quietly as I could.
I got out of the tent and took a look around.  The snow covered wonderland
from yesterday now looked an icy minefield waiting to spring its next trap
on us.

   I took a deep breath and tried to push away such depressing thoughts but
they wouldn't go away.  My mother's near death yesterday had hit like a
knife to the heart.  The thought that I had almost lost her hung over me,
an oppressive weight resting firmly on my shoulders.

   A weight that was similar to the one that hung over me when I thought
about last night.  I had made love to my mother.  And, God help me, I
wanted to do it again.

   I don't know how long I stood there, thinking of last night, before I
heard her call my name.

   I went to the tent poked my head inside.  She was still lying in the
sleeping bad, pulling it up her neck, keeping any trace of her body hidden.

   "Hey," I said, not sure what to say.

   "Hey," she said back.

   I tried to look at her but every time our eyes made contact, I had to
look away.  I couldn't just see her as my mother and it was driving me mad.

   "Honey, what are we going to do about my clothes?" She asked.

   I frowned, glad for anything else to think about right now.  With her
pack gone, Mom had lost all of her dry clothes.  Her wet ones were still
lying in a pile by the front corner of the tent, but we had no way to dry
them out.  I looked at my pack and idea popped into my head.

   "We'll cut down one of my other pairs of pants so they'll fit you," I
said.  "I'll poke a hole in my belt and you can use that to keep the pants
up.  I'll give you one of my shirts and a sweater.  Your jacket's
waterproof so it should be dry."

   "Okay," she said.  "We better get to it.  I want to be down off this
mountain and in the hotel by tonight."

   "Yeah, I'd kill for a nice hot shower right now," I said.

   She laughed and said, "And room service!"

   We laughed together and some of the tension in the air faded away.

   I got the pants cut down and the rest of the clothes my mother would
need ready.  She stayed under the sleeping bag the whole time, looking up
at the ceiling of the tent.  I watched her out of the corner of my eye when
I could.  Just knowing that she was naked inside my sleeping bag was
turning me on.

   I hurried through the last of cutting the pants down to side and got out
of the tent as quick as I could.  Outside, the cold air felt good on me,
cooling some of the burning desire inside of me.

   When Mom climbed out of the tent, I took one look at her and started
laughing.  Even though I'd cut the pants down, I hadn't cut them short
enough and she'd had to roll them up.  Add to that, my shirt was huge on
her she'd had to roll the sleeves up just to get her hands free.  She
looked too cute for words.

   She put her hands on her hips and glared at me.  "Richard Alan Myers,
you better knock that off right now or I will turn you over my knee right
here."

   I snorted a couple more giggles and managed to say, "Yes, Mom."

   We pulled out a couple of ready to eat meals and had a quick and quiet
breakfast.  Afterwards, we broke down camp and started the hike down the
mountain.  I was thankful that this part didn't have any creeks to cross.

   It was still treacherous in a couple of places and when Mom slipped and
fell, I thought my heart was going to explode out of my chest.

   I rushed to her side and helped her up.  She was shaking so I pulled her
against me and held her tight.  I could feel her body shaking as she
sobbed. Yesterday's ordeal in the creek still had her as shaken as it had
me.

   Even after her tears had dried, I held her.  I didn't want to let her
go. I wanted to make her feel good.  I wanted to keep her safe.  And, deep
down, I wanted to make love to her again.

   I could feel my cock hardening in my pants at the thought of her.  I let
her go and stepped back.  Maybe a little space would clear my thoughts from
where they insisted on going.

   "Are you okay?" I asked.

   She tested her weight on both of her legs and confirmed that she was
good to go.  We started back down again and, just as the sun touched the
horizon, we made it to the base of the mountain.

   As we came through the last of the trees, we caught sight of the hotel.
It was like a shining beacon in the growing darkness, guiding us to safety.

   We stumbled into the lobby and went to the front desk.

   The clerk smiled at us and asked, "Did you just get down off the
mountain?"

   "Yeah," I said.  "And we need two rooms and a hell of a lot of hot
water."

   "Well," the clerk said, looking down at his screen.  "We can do one
room. We're pretty full tonight with everyone coming down because of the
storm."

   I looked at my mom and she shrugged.  "Whatever.  A room's a room.  As
long as it has a bed and a hot shower I'll be in heaven."

   While the clerk typed in our information, I asked, "Do you have a gift
shop?  My mom lost her pack and we need to get her some clothes."

   "We do," he said.  "But it closed at five.  It opens at nine tomorrow
though."

   "Okay," I said.

   We got out key and headed up to our room.  We got to the room and
immediately called room service.  While we waited for them, Mom told me to
go ahead and shower.

   "Take up all the hot water now because, after dinner, I'm using every
last drop of hot water from that thing," she said.

   I went into the bathroom and stood in the shower, letting the hot water
beat against me.  After an eternity of bliss, I heard a knock at the
bathroom door.

   "Food's here," Mom shouted through the door.

   I got out of the shower and pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt
and went to join my mother.  Dinner went by quickly.  We were both almost
shoveling the food into our mouths.  I didn't know I'd been that hungry.

   I collapsed back onto my bed and said, "Maybe for our next camping trip
we can just stay in a hotel."

   Mom laughed and said, "Yeah, and we'll really rough and not call for
room service."

   "Or we can turn on the Weather Channel and pretend we're cold.  Speaking
of which..."

   I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV.  I turned to the Weather
Channel and saw the storm the front desk clerk had mentioned.

   "It looks like it will drop, at least, a foot of snow at the higher
elevations tonight," the commentator said.

   I saw my mom shiver and she said, "It's making me cold just looking at
it.  I think I'll take my shower now.  Can I use one of your shirts to
sleep in tonight?"

   "Sure," I said.

   She went into the bathroom and I heard the water start.  Only a wall
separated me from my naked mother.  That thought sent chills down my spine.
She'd be washing her body, her hands gliding over every part of her.  My
cock hardened as I thought of her showering.

   I wanted to get up and join her.  I wanted to wash her and see every
inch of her bare skin.  It was all I could do to stay in my bed and try to
control myself.

   Why was I thinking like this again?  Why couldn't I get these thoughts
of her out of my head?

   The water stopped and I sat there, forcing my self to calm down.  I
adjusted my sweatpants, trying to hide my erection.

   My mother came out of the bathroom wearing my t-shirt.  It hung loosely
on her, hiding her from mid-thigh up.  She sat on the end of her bed,
brushing her hair out.

   "I needed that badly," she said.

   I just nodded and watched her.  My eyes traced along her feet and legs.
Her pale skin looked so smooth and silky.  All I wanted to do was touch it.

   When she finished brushing her hair, she tossed my brush on the dresser.
She rubbed her arms and asked, "Can you turn up the heat?  I am freezing."

   I rolled off of my bed and twisted the heater knob a little higher.  I
got back onto my bed, very careful to keep the raging hard on I had out of
sight.  She sat on her bed as I lay on mine, an uncomfortable silence
growing between us.

   Finally, she sighed and said, "Richie, we need to talk."

   "About what?" I asked, my voice shaky.

   "About last night," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

   Here it was.  The thing that had been hovering over us all day.  The
thing we had avoided dealing with.

   "Richie, that should never have happened," she said, keeping her eyes on
the floor.  "I want to put it behind us, like it never happened."

   I felt like I was being torn apart.  Part of me agreed with her
completely.  It would be better to just get past this and get things back
to normal between us.  But another part of me fought against the idea.  It
wanted nothing more than her in my bed and in my arms.

   "I don't think it's going to be that easy," I said.

   "I know," she admitted.  I watched a lone tear slowly slide down her
cheek.  "I just don't want it to come between us."

   My need to comfort her overrode any other thoughts I had about her.  I
slid off of my bed and I knelt in front of her.  I took her hands in mine
and said, "Nothing could ever come between us.  You're my mother and I love
you."

   Tears ran freely down her cheeks now.  "I love you too, sweetie.  I love
you so much and I'm so worried I'm going to lose you."

   I squeezed her hands and said, "That'll never happen.  I promise."

   "But it will," she cried, pulling her hands from mine.  She stood up and
walked across the room.

   I sat there, my heart aching.  I wanted to comfort her but all I seemed
to be doing was making things worse.

   "Mom, talk to me," I said.

   She stood with her back to me as sobs wracked her body.  I couldn't
stand it.  I had to do something for her.  I got up and walked over to her.
I put my hands on her shoulders and tried to turn her around but she
resisted.

   "Mom, please tell me what I can do," I said.

   "I can't," she whispered.

   "Why?" I asked.

   "Because it's not right," she said.

   "What's not right?" I asked.

   She didn't answer.  I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. 
"I'm here for you, Mom.  Whatever you need, all you have to do is ask."

   A loud sob tore from her lips.  She turned and wrapped her arms around
me, bawling into my chest.  I held her and told her everything was going to
be alright.  I kissed the top of her head as I rocked her, trying to drive
her sadness away.

   When her crying was under control, I pulled a little back from her and
cupped her chin.  I made her look up at me and I gave her a brave smile.

   "It's going to be okay," I said.  "We'll get past this."

   Her lip quivered and she whispered, "That's not what I want."

   I stared down at her, her words rendering me speechless.

   She reached up and traced my jaw with her fingers.  "All I can think
about is how you made me feel last night.  All I want is to feel that way
again."

   I stared into her blue eyes.  I saw my fear and my need reflected in
them.  I bent down and placed my lips against hers, kissing her softly.

   She pressed her lips to mine and, after a moment, I felt her lips part
and her tongue touch my lips.  I opened my mouth to receive her tongue and
we held each other tight as our kiss deepened.

   When the kiss ended, she stepped out of my arms and stood looking up at
me.  She bit her lip and I could see the nervousness in her eyes.  Was she
having second thoughts?

   "Sit down on the bed," she said quietly.

   I did as she instructed and she came to stand in front of me.  She let
out a breath, grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head.
She let it fall to the floor as she stood naked in front of me.

   My eyes devoured every inch of her skin.  Her legs were well toned from
her walking a couple of miles every morning since I was a kid.  Her pussy
was shaved down to just a tiny patch of hair above her clit.  There wasn't
an ounce of fat on her stomach or hips.  Her perky breasts showed no signs
of sagging thanks to her surgery.

   My eyes slid the rest of the way up to meet hers and I said, "You're
beautiful."

   She blushed and said, "Richie..."

   "My turn," I said, taking her hand and pulling her towards the bed.

   She sat on the bed while I stood.  I pulled off my shirt and tossed it
aside.  I grabbed the waistband of my sweatpants and, with one last thought
of stopping, I pulled them down.

   I stood in front of her and let her see me.  Her eyes locked on my rigid
cock.  She licked her lips and I felt my cock jump at the sight.  Her eyes
met mine and she scooted back on the bed and patted the comforter beside
her.

   I lay down with her and put my arms around her.  I held her and felt her
body shaking.

   "Oh, God, Richie, what are we doing?" she asked.

   I didn't know what to say.  All I could think to do was bring my mouth
to hers.  We kissed and I took her breast in my hand.  I felt the heat of
her skin as I held her breast in my hand.

   I felt her fingers trail down my chest and across my stomach.  When she
took my cock in her hands I gasped.  She broke our kiss and leaned back to
watch me while she stroked me.

   Her hand worked its way up and down my shaft.  I groaned and bit my lip.
It was such an intense feeling of pleasure, I felt like my body was one
fire.

   I slid my hand down from her breast and between her legs.  When my
finger grazed her clit, she let out a tiny gasp of air.  I teased at her
clit, each gasp I elicited making me more excited.

   I slid my finger lower and pressed the tip of it between her wet pussy
lips.  She moaned and her body shivered as my finger penetrated her.  I
pushed my finger deeper into her, causing her to let out a long whimper
that made my cock jerk in her hand.

   As she stroked me, I matched her pace, sliding my finger in and out of
her.  She leaned towards me and crushed her lips to mine.  Her tongue shot
into my mouth and we kissed with a fiery passion.

   I pushed my finger deep into her and began wiggling it back and forth.
She cried out and ground herself against my hand.  I kept running my finger
back and forth, faster and faster.

   Suddenly, she released my cock and grabbed my wrist.  She started at me,
her eyes half closed, panting.

   "Too much," she whispered.

   I slid my finger out of her and lay with her for a moment, just watching
the effect I'd had on her.

   Once she had her breathing under control, she laid her head against the
pillow and looked at me.  The last of her turmoil seemed to fade from her
eyes and she said, "Make love to me, Richie."

   I smiled and nodded my head.  She turned and lay on her back.  She
spread her legs, completely surrendering herself to our need for each
other. I got between her spread legs and touched the tip of my cock to her
waiting pussy.  I looked into her beautiful blue eyes as I eased my cock
into her pussy.

   I watched her eyes widen and listened to her moan as I slid myself into
her.  I slid my cock slowly in and out of her, each thrust taking me deeper
into her wetness.

   I slipped my cock all the way into her and she arched her back and let
out a loud moan.  As I increased my rhythm, she reached up and grabbed the
back of my head.  She pulled me down into a deep kiss.  Our tongues toyed
with each other, as our bodies rubbed together.

   I put my hand on her breast and began to massage it.  The silky softness
of her skin made my hunger for her grow, every touch of her body sent
tingles through me.

   I slid my fingers around her nipples, brushing it with each pass and
hearing her gasps as she kissed me.

   I took her nipple between my fingers and gently pinched it.  She broke
our kiss and threw back her head in a long moan.  I pinched her nipple a
little harder and watched her eyes close as she shuddered under my touch.

   She wrapped her legs around me and pumped me harder and faster into her.
I increased my pace and heard myself call out as every nerve in my cock
tingled with pleasure.

   I bent my head and kissed the top of her breast.  I kissed my way down
to her nipple and flicked my tongue against it.  Her pussy clenched against
my cock as her whole body shook.  I rubbed my tongue in slow circles around
her nipple before sucking it into my mouth.

   I sucked gently at her nipple, rubbing against it with my teeth.  She
grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me tight against her as she called
out, "Oh, yes, Richie... Yes."

   I sucked her hard nipple as she moved her hips faster increasing the
speed of our love making.  I kissed my way to her other breast and sucked
her nipple, making her push against me harder.

   I kissed her nipple again before I lifted my head to look at her.  Her
mouth hung open and, with every thrust of my cock into her, she gasped. 
Little beads of sweat had formed on her forehead from the heat of our
passions.

   Her eyes suddenly went wide and I felt a quivering along the length of
my cock.  She arched her back and wrapped her arms tight around me.  I felt
her fingernails dig into my back as she cried out.

   The orgasm shook her entire body and a long mewling whimper slipped from
her lips.

   When the wave of ecstasy passed, I slowed my pace a little and watched
her face.  She lay under me, her eyes closed, breathing heavily.  When her
eyes opened and she looked up at me, I felt my heart skip a beat in my
chest.  She had never been as beautiful to me as she was right now.

   "I love you, Mom," I said to her.

   "I love you, Richie," she said, her voice husky with emotion.

   She pulled me down into a long kiss.  This kiss didn't have the fire of
the earlier ones.  This kiss wasn't about passion.  It was about love, our
love that transcended everything else right at this moment.

   I felt a warmth growing in my stomach as I closed in on my orgasm.  My
mother's tongue slid out of my mouth and she kissed me tenderly on the
lips. I arched my back as I drove myself faster into her.  She looked up at
me, watching as the orgasm began to consume me.

   "Oh God, Mom, I love you....  I love you," I cried out as the orgasm
took me.

   My cock pulsed and I felt myself cum in my mother's pussy.  I cried out
again and again as I filled her with my cum.  I shoved my cock as deep into
her as I could, and my cock throbbed in her tight pussy as the last of my
cum seeped into her.

   I drew a long, shuddering breath as I lay above her, my swollen cock
still trapped in the warm wetness of her pussy.  She pulled my face to her
and paced little kisses on my eyes, my cheeks, my lips.  I rested my weight
on my elbows as I lay there with her, my mother, my lover, my perfect
woman.