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 Title: Michael's Mom Has Got It Going On


Summary: Mom and son go to the hot spring and lose clothes together. 


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot



   "Michael, would you come here for a minute?"

   Susanna called to her son from her home office.  Michael did not respond
at once.  He sat slouched on the sofa, on the other side of the house,
playing Fortnite on the big-screen TV in the living room.  It was late
Sunday morning, and Michael didn't have to go to work.

   "What is it, mom?" he shouted back, not moving a muscle to get up.  He
was in the middle of a game, and it was going well.  He was keeping up,
more or less, with his teammate and recent tournament champion
Buttstomper467.

   "Can you just come here?  It's important," she called.

   "Shit," he said out loud.  At that moment his character was killed by an
assault rifle burst from an unseen enemy.  He tossed the game controller on
the sofa and stood up.  His mom seemed determined to see him, and Fortnite
could wait.

   Susanna sat at the computer in her office.  As usual, the room was
cluttered with her paintings and drawings.  She swiveled around in her
chair as Michael entered the room.  She wore a threadbare, tie-dyed shirt,
and it was obvious to Michael from the movement under it that she wasn't
wearing a bra.  For the hundredth time, Michael wished his mom wouldn't
dress that way, because it agitated him to stare at her breasts swinging
unfettered under the flimsy t-shirt.  But Michael knew that going braless
fit with his mother's newly adopted carefree, Bohemian image of herself,
and he knew she wasn't going to stop.  He glanced away from his mom to the
computer screen.  Susanna didn't appear to notice his agitation.

   "I'd like you to see this," she said, pointing at the screen.

   Michael stepped closer to see what she was looking at.  A masthead with
the words "Human Synergy Institute" stretched across the top of the screen.
Underneath the heading were pictures of people with hands pressed together
and eyes closed, expressions of bliss on their faces.  They looked like
they were meditating, or maybe achieving orgasm.  It was hard to tell.  The
site looked vaguely Eastern and New Age-ish.  Michael wondered what new
thing mom was up to.

   His eyes wandered to the mess on his mother's desk.  His mother was
careful about some things, but she was hopeless when dealing with
paperwork. A phone bill was spread out next to the computer monitor, with a
big number following the boldface words "Late Fee."

   That would have to wait.  He turned his attention back to the computer
screen.

   "What's up?" he asked.

   "Remember I asked you not to make plans for next weekend?"

   "Yeah, I remember.  You said you wanted us to spend some 'quality time'
together."

   "That's right.  This is what I want us to do.  The Human Synergy
Institute.  A friend from my painting class told me about it.  They put on
workshops at a hot springs resort in the hills about two hours away.  The
workshops help people work out obstacles in their relationships.  I want to
attend a workshop there with you.  We have some issues to work out, and
this would be a nice way to do it.  My friend said good things about them."

   Michael looked at the computer screen, skeptical.  This was his mom's
kind of thing, but not his.  Susanna had a Ph.D.  in psychology and had
spent most of her career as a clinical psychologist with a successful
private practice.  Seven years earlier, she'd given all that up to try
becoming a full-time painter and poet.  She'd had mixed success at her art
ever since.  But his mom never had shed her habit of thinking like a
psychologist or of believing that there was no such thing as too much
therapy or too much communication.  Over the years Michael had attended
several joint sessions with his mom with therapists to discuss his parents'
divorce and his feelings about it.  He wasn't eager to do more.

   "Mom, I don't feel like we really have more issues to discuss.  I'm fine
with things.  We get along well.  We're good."

   "Getting along doesn't mean there aren't things to work out.  I've
sensed some distance between us lately.  I wonder if you are still angry.
But, regardless, this is a great opportunity.  Whatever you think about the
relationship, it will be good time together for us.  And it's not just
workshops.  The resort has some great pools and the scenery is beautiful.
We can go hiking.  I know you enjoy that."

   Susanna was right about that.  Michael always liked getting out in
nature, and hiking in the hills was one of his favorite things to do.  It
was a great time of year for it, too: the summer was in its early days,
with the trees full and green with foliage, scattered remnants of spring
flowers still abloom in newly sunbaked fields.  Michael wasn't so sure
about the therapy, but the hiking sounded fun.  It would only be one
weekend.  And he could tell his mom really wanted to do it.

   "O.K., mom," he said.  "Sure.  I'm up for it."

   Susanna jumped up and down twice.  Her unclad breasts shook under the
t-shirt.  Michael looked away.

   "Yay!" she said.  "We'll have fun, Michael.  And it will be good for
us."

   Michael doubted that, but he didn't want to argue with his mom.  He
already had told her he'd leave the weekend free to spend time with her. 
He intended to honor his promise, whatever she had in mind.

   Michael didn't think there were any issues to work out with mom, though
he knew that in the past, that hadn't been true.  Seven years earlier, when
Michael was thirteen, his mom suddenly quit her job as a psychologist.  She
had a mid-life crisis.  Michael never knew what it was all about.  He was
just entering his teen years and still trying to navigate his way through
the trials of adolescence without having to figure out his parents'
problems.

   Unfortunately, he couldn't extricate his life from his parents' marital
crises.  Not long after his mom left her job and started taking painting
lessons, she had an affair with an art teacher.  Michael's dad found out,
and their marriage blew up.  Later, he found out his dad had been having an
affair with a secretary.  So, neither parent was fully innocent and neither
one was fully guilty in Michael's eyes.  They got divorced.  It sucked for
Michael, at first.  But as time passed, he realized his mom and dad never
had been right for each other.  They were happier in divorce.  His dad
married his secretary.  His mom pursued her art and poetry.  They grew as
people.  They remained as loving to Michael as ever.  But there were scars,
and they didn't heal right away.

   That was a long time ago, however, and Michael thought he'd moved past
it.  He was a junior in college now, studying economics.  College was
several hours away, but he was living at home for the summer, alternating
between his parents' houses while he worked as an assistant at a local real
estate development company.

   Two days after Susanna told Michael about her plans for the weekend, he
was hanging out in the kitchen with his friend Connor.  He'd just gotten
home from work.  He told Connor about his mom's plans for the coming
weekend.

   "So, you're going to this hot spring place with your mom, huh?" Connor
asked.  "Are you going to be naked?"

   "No!" Michael said, offended.  "We're not going to be naked.  It's not
like that.  It's some kind of therapy workshop, where people work on
relationships."

   "If you say so," Connor said.  "I thought those hot spring places were
clothing optional.  Whatever.  Not that there's anything wrong spending the
weekend naked with your mom."

   "Connor!" said Michael, almost shouting.

   "Hey, sorry," said Connor.  "It's just . . .  you know.  It's your mom.
You know what I mean."

   Michael stared at his friend, not blinking.

   "No.  I don't know what you mean."

   Susanna suddenly appeared in the kitchen.  She wore a tight t-shirt and
cutoff shorts.

   "Hey Connor, it's nice to see you," she said.  She opened the
refrigerator, bent over, and pulled out a cup of non-fat yogurt.

   "Nice to see you, too, Mrs.  P," Connor said.  Michael still stared at
Connor, who stared at Susanna.

   "What are you guys doing?" Susanna asked, turning around from the
refrigerator with the yogurt in her hand.  The t-shirt stretched tightly
against her breasts.

   "Not much," Michael said.  "Just hanging out."

   "Well, have fun," she said, and she walked away.  Her shorts were short
- short enough to reveal a thin strip of the skin of her butt cheeks over
her lean thighs.

   "Michael," Connor said, his gaze lingering after she disappeared behind
the corner.  "Your mom has got it going on."

   "Connor, come on, that's my mom," Michael said, annoyed.

   "No offense, sorry," Connor said, throwing his hands up.  He changed the
subject and started talking about a Fortnite tournament coming up in two
weeks.  He was excited about it, and two days earlier Michael had been
excited about it as well, but right now he couldn't focus on it, instead
mulling over what Connor had said about his mom.

   "Connor, what did you mean?" Michael asked, interrupting his friend.

   "Mean about what?"

   "About my mom.  When you said she's got it going on.  What do you mean
by that?"

   Connor was flummoxed by the question.  He couldn't say anything right
away.

   "Well, it's just . . .  it's just that . . .  she's just, you know."

   "No, I don't know."

   An uncomfortable pause punctuated their conversation.

   "O.K., it's like this," Connor said.  "Your mom's like, really smart and
really educated, and she's got this intellectual way of talking about
everything.  Like she's got a psychological explanation for everything. 
You know what I mean?"

   Michael did.

   "Yeah, but what's that got to do with -"

   "Because," Connor continued, "you can tell that's not all that's going
on with her." He paused.  "Don't be mad at me for saying this, O.K.?"

   "Fine, fine.  What are you saying?"

   "I'm saying underneath all the intellectual talk and all the
psychobabble stuff, your mom is . . ..  She's hot.  She's . . .  sexy.  No,
not sexy . . .  sexual.  And she knows it.  You can tell.  She wants to be
looked at that way.  She gets off on it.  I'm not trying to offend.  But
you can tell.  Just saying how it is."

   Michael had no idea what Connor was saying.  He had never thought of his
mom this way at all, and he had never noticed what Connor said he'd
noticed. But he couldn't argue with Connor's characterization of what she'd
looked like a minute earlier.  The outfit she'd worn had been skimpy, and
Michael had to admit to himself that her exposed legs looked good.  He kept
thinking about them, even while he wrestled to make sense of Connor's
words.

   "This is a weird conversation, Connor," Michael said.

   "Hey, I'm sorry.  I'm not trying to offend you.  I'm just . . .  I'm
just saying how it is."

   Michael wasn't convinced, but he let it go.  Connor stood and looked at
Michael awkwardly, until he told him it was time for to go home.  After
Connor left, Michael stood in the kitchen for a while thinking about what
his friend had said and wondering if it was true.

   xxx

   The week went by fast.  Work kept Michael busy and distracted him from
thinking about the upcoming weekend with his mother.  But Friday came, at
last, and when it did, Michael took the afternoon off at Susanna's request,
so they could drive to the hot springs resort and get there before evening.

   The forecast was for warm weather, so Michael packed his bag with a few
t-shirts, jeans, shorts, and other appropriate items.  He tossed in a pair
of sport sandals.  Michael realized he had no idea what to expect from the
place they were headed.  He hadn't thought about it much that week.  His
only experience going to a hot spring was a short vacation his parents and
he had taken to a resort in the mountains when he was 12.  It was billed as
a "family-friendly" place.  Michael recalled that there was nobody his age
to play with, and the place was full of little kids screaming and running
around the whole time.  It wasn't his idea of fun.  He hoped the place mom
was taking him was better.  From what she'd said it sounded like they'd be
cooped up for much of the time in a family therapy workshop, and that
didn't sound like much fun, either.  But mom really wanted to do it, and
they hadn't been away together on a vacation for a while.  The hiking
sounded promising.  And if there was a pool there might be cute girl or two
in a bikini for Michael to ogle.

   At last, Michael and Susanna piled into her car, an old Volvo that
needed a new paint job, and they took off.  Michael glanced at his mother
sitting in the driver's seat as they drove down the street.  She wore a
loose-fitting long dress with flowers on it, and her frizzy blond hair
drooped in a long pony-tail down her back.  In the years since Susanna had
left her counseling practice and become an artist, she'd taken on a more
carefree, artsy look.  Her inner hippie had emerged.  Michael wasn't much
of a hippie, and he sometimes looked askance at her transformation.  He was
still getting used to Susanna's new style.  He guessed it fit with her
self-image as an artist.

   "So, mom, what do you know about the place?"

   "Not much, Michael.  They sent me some information online when I made
the reservation, but I've been so busy with my paintings this week I
haven't read it.  I heard they have a nice yoga class.  And you can get a
great massage, so I thought we might try that out."

   "So, it's not like that place we went to before?  With all the screaming
kids?"

   "Oh no.  This is adults only.  No kids."

   Thank goodness for that, Michael thought.  It would be quieter, at
least.

   The sun was high in a bright blue and cloudless sky.  It was warm - high
80s, at least.  After an hour's drive Susanna exited the highway and turned
on to a two-lane road that wound its way deeper into the tan hills. 
Olive-green stands of trees dotted the landscape.  Michael noticed hawks
soaring overhead.  It was a pretty drive.  Michael thought that if their
destination was anything like their current surroundings, it would be a
serene setting and a good place to relax.  Mom and Michael sat in their
seats quietly for a while when she broke the silence.

   "There is something else you should know about it, if you don't know
this already."

   "What?" Michael asked.

   "Some of the facilities at this hot spring are clothing-optional.  The
hot spring pools, I'm pretty sure, and I think the sauna, too.  I'm not
sure about the rest."

   Michael was taken aback.

   "Wait - clothing optional - you mean, like, nude?  Like, people are
hanging out nude at this place?"

   "At parts of it, yes, but not all.  And it's clothing optional, meaning
you can go nude, but you don't have to."

   Michael didn't find that reassuring, at all.  His mind reeled at the
idea that his mom was taking him to spend a weekend at a nudist resort.

   "Why are we going someplace with nude people?  I thought this was
supposed to be about counseling with you and me, with some hiking and
relaxation by the pool." Michael tried to keep cool, but his voice cracked
with dismay and surprise.

   "Well, it IS about that," Susanna said.  "But the hot spring we're going
to allows guests to take their clothes off.  Nudity is not a big deal,
Michael.  When you take your clothes off you strip away the pretense and
the armor you wear every day.  It helps you focus on the issues you want to
confront most.  It helps you avoid distractions.  That's what we're trying
to do."

   Michael thought about what she was saying.  It sounded like psychobabble
to him.

   "Wait a minute," he said.  "Are you saying you're going to go nude at
this resort?  You?  With me?  Mom, don't you think that's kind of . . . 
weird?"

   "No, I don't, Michael," she said, and the scolding mother tone came
through in her voice.  "It's not weird.  And, yes, I expect I'll spend some
time there nude.  You probably should, too."

   "Crap, mom!  Why should I get nude?  I haven't done anything like this,
before."

   "Neither have I.  Oh, your dad and I went to a nude beach once and I
took off my top, but I haven't done anything like this.  I think it will
help break down barriers."

   Michael wasn't sure what barriers he needed or wanted to break down. 
And if he did have any, he didn't think he had to take all his clothes off
and parade his private parts in front of a bunch of nude hippies to break
them down.  He could not believe his mom wanted to do this, and that she
hadn't told him about it until they were near their destination.

   "You don't have to do anything, Michael," she said.  "Like I said, it's
clothing optional.  That means you have the option to wear clothes."

   She paused for a few minutes before speaking again.

   "Michael, the point of this weekend is for us to be candid and honest
with each other.  The nudity is just part of stripping away the barriers to
being honest.  I want us to be honest with each other.  Just think of it
that way.  But you don't have to be naked if you don't want to be.  It's
optional.  The point is being honest, not being naked."

   That provided some comfort, but it still left Michael facing the
likelihood that, very soon, he would see his mother naked.  He realized he
never had.  One time, he saw her walking topless in her bedroom when he
walked in on her unannounced, but he'd never seen her without a bottom.  He
wasn't sure how he felt about it.

   Michael thought his mother was pretty, no doubt about it.  She was in
her 40s, and her recently adopted style was more hippie-ish than he
preferred, but she had a trim figure and full breasts and womanly hips. 
And he'd seen enough of her legs in shorts around the house to know they
were still lean and youthful, with clear, unwrinkled skin.  He admitted to
himself he felt a tinge of excitement at the idea of seeing his mom lying
naked out by a pool at the place we were going.  But he felt uncomfortable
about it, too.  And he felt even more uncomfortable about the thought of
the two of them lying around a pool naked together, with other naked people
lying around them.

   Michael's thoughts stewed with such images when he saw the sign ahead of
them: "Anders Hot Springs."
They passed a curve in the road and reached their destination.  He heard
the crunch of gravel as the car left the road and entered a parking lot. 
Ahead of them, framed by dense shrubs on either side, was a large two-story
Victorian-style house, with a wide porch and many windows.  It was
different from what he expected.  Michael expected something that looked
more run down, like it was operated by broke, aging hippies.  But it wasn't
like that at all.  The grounds were well-manicured, and the paint job on
the house looked new.  Susanna parked in a space near the door and they got

out.

   They entered the main door with their bags and walked to the front desk,
where a cheerful, youthful Asian woman with wedge-cut hair greeted them
with a huge, white smile.

   "Welcome to Anders Hot Springs!  I'm Mimi.  Do you have a reservation?"

   "Yes," Susanna answered.  "Susanna Penley and guest."

   Susanna and Mimi processed the transaction for the room.  Mimi then
presented a form with tiny print with two blank signature lines at the
bottom.

   "This is for participation in the Human Synergy Institute program
session this weekend," she said.

   Michael thought the name "Human Synergy Institute" sounded odd.  It
sounded flaky.  But this was his mom's show.  Michael and Susanna scribbled
their names on the paper without looking at it.  Mimi handed each of them a
key.

   A door in the back of the room opened and a beautiful, slim blonde in
tight-white shorts emerged from it.

   "Varda will show you to your room," Mimi said, gesturing to the blonde.

   "Follow me," Varda said.

   Michael and Susanna followed her through the door to a small room behind
the waiting room.  Through yet another door she took them into a locker
room, with many nicely varnished wooden lockers lining the walls and a few
benches sprawled around.

   "Is this your first time to Anders?"

   "Yes," said Susanna.

   "Let me go over the rules of the place.  First, we don't allow any
electronic devices like telephones, cameras, computers, or anything else on
the grounds.  We are off the grid and non-digital.  We want our guests to
be fully immersed in their surroundings during their stay, without
distractions.  So if you have such devices you have to put them in a
locker." She pointed to two that were empty.

   Michael hadn't expected to give up his cell phone and charger.  He
figured it would be a lifesaver if the events at the resort became too
boring.  But Varda's look made it clear the rule was firm.  Michael pulled
his phone out of his pocket.  Varda continued talking.

   "This also is where you should store all your clothes for the weekend,"
she said.

   "Why would we keep our clothes here rather than in the room?" Susanna
asked.

   "Because you won't be needing them."

   "What?" Susanna asked.  "What do you mean we won't need them?"

   Varda looked at Susanna's face, and then at Michael's.  Michael looked
at Susanna.  Both looked bewildered, and Varda's face, at first showing as
much puzzlement as ours, suddenly brightened.

   "Oh, I guess you didn't know.  I'm sorry.  This weekend is exclusively
for participants in the HSI program, and a requirement of this weekend's
program is that all participants must spend the entire weekend in the nude.
No exceptions.  Didn't you read the form you signed?"

   Michael and Susanna both shook their heads.

   "I'm sorry if you are confused.  But if you want to stay here this
weekend and participate in the program, you'll have to take your clothes
off now before entering the rest of grounds."

   Neither Michael nor his mother said anything for a beat.  They stared at
Varda, mouths open, and they glanced at each other.

   "Uh, what if we get cold?" Michael asked.

   "That shouldn't be a problem this weekend.  The days are forecast to be
hot, and even the evenings should remain warm.  Your rooms are well-heated,
and so are all the common areas in the buildings.  And the hot springs are
hot, of course!" She smiled.  "I'll leave and wait outside and give you
some time.  If you decide you want to continue, just leave your electronic
devices and all clothing in the locker and take the key with you.  You can
bring sandals or other footwear, and hats, so you can explore the grounds
comfortably.  And you can bring toiletries, but nothing electric.  We have
extra sunscreen in the rooms for protection.  If you decide you don't want
to, just let me know and you can go, and we'll refund your money."

   Varda left, leaving Michael and Susanna alone in the locker room.

   "Mom, how could you not know about this?" Michael asked.

   "Michael, I had no idea.  I swear.  I didn't read all the fine print in
the materials they sent me.  I thought nudity was optional, not mandatory.

   "But what's the big deal?" she continued.  "I was planning to take my
clothes off anyway, at the pool and the springs.  Everyone else will be
nude.  You would have been uncomfortable staying clothed.  Let's just bite
the bullet and do this."

   "Are you serious?"

   "Yes, I'm serious.  You'll get used to it right away."

   Michael doubted that.  He could see getting used to being around naked
people, but he had a hard time imagining spending two days completely naked
with his mom.

   "I don't get this, mom.  Why do they want people to get naked for a
family communication workshop?  What's the point?  It sounds weird."

   "Well, I didn't read the fine print," she said.  "So, I don't know for
certain.  But I've heard of therapeutic approaches like this one.  Shedding
your clothing is symbolic of shedding your inhibitions and breaking down
the barriers that prevent people from communicating.  It's a confidence
builder, too.  If you can shed one barrier, you can shed another."

   It sounded like more psychobabble to Michael.  But psychology was mom's
field, not his.  She was the expert.  She might have been right.  But none
of that changed the weirdness of the idea of being naked around his mom for
two days without interruption.

   "So, what do you think, Michael?  Say 'yes.' We've come all this way. 
It will be a beautiful weekend.  The hills around here are lovely, and we
can take a nice hike.  And I really want you to do this program with me."

   Michael wrestled with the idea, inside.  Part of him - most of him -
still thought it sounded crazy.  But he had to agree it was a nice place,
nicer than he expected, and the surrounding area looked great for hiking,
even if the idea of hiking in the nude seemed weird, too.  And, he had to
admit, the idea of seeing his mom naked, even if was strange, piqued his
curiosity.  She was very attractive, and he'd never seen her naked.

   What the heck.

   "OK, I'll do it."

   "Yay," she said, and she gave her son a hug.

   "Let's do this," she said, nodding.  Each of them approached an open
locker, on adjacent walls.  Michael removed all the clothes from his bag,
first, and stacked them neatly at the bottom of the locker.  Then he took
out a digital tablet, and a charger.  He pulled his phone out of his
pocket. He lay the items on top of his clothes.

   Now came the hard part.

   He took off his shoes and socks first, tossing the socks in the locker
and the shoes in his bag.  Next, he pulled off his shirt.  His mom had seen
him in a swimsuit, so that was no big deal.  He heard rustling behind him,
off his right shoulder, and he knew his mother was taking off her clothes
as well.  He said nothing, and he kept his eyes focused on the locker in
front of him.  Next came his belt and his pants.  All he had left was a
pair of boxer briefs.  He paused.  This was the moment of truth.  The
rustling of clothes continued behind him.  In a swift movement he pushed
the briefs down his legs and stepped out of them.  He tossed them in the
locker as well.  He glanced at his cock.  He was half-hard already.  It
stood away from his body in a droopy half-arc.  It was embarrassing to be
in that state, but he felt an erotic tingle inside knowing his mom would
see him for the first time thick and partly aroused rather than shrunken.

   "All right, kiddo," he heard her say behind him.  "Time to turn around."

   He turned around and beheld his mother in all her loveliness for the
first time.  Her skin was darker than one would expect for a blonde, smooth
and youthful, dotted with occasional freckles.  Her breasts were full, with
large pink-brown nipples, pulled down only a bit by gravity.  He couldn't
stop his eyes from being drawn by curiosity lower, between her legs.  He
was surprised.  With his mom's new hippie style he expected a full, wild
bush.  Instead, her blond hair was closely cropped and shaped in a wedge,
and it did nothing to hide thin lips dangling sweetly between parted legs.
Susanna suddenly threw her hands out to her side.

   "So, what do you think?" she asked with a laugh.

   Michael was embarrassed, again.

   "Uh, you look great, mom.  Really."

   She did.

   "So do you," she said running here eyes up and down his body.  "Now
let's get going."

   She picked up her bag and walked to the door.  Michael's eyes now were
drawn to her ass, full and firm and ripe, and exposed to his view.  He felt
another twinge between his legs.  He worried about not being able to
control his reaction.  He didn't want to walk around other people with a
raging hard-on.  But he had no choice but to follow his mom now, and he
did.

   Michael followed his mom into the next room, where Varda waited.  She
beckoned them to follow her, and the three of them exited the building by
the back door, stepped into the bright afternoon sun, and entered the main
grounds of Anders Hot Springs.

   Michael was not sure what he expected, but it wasn't this.  He imagined
it would look like a run-down, ex-hippie commune, with sulfurous pools of
murky water all around.  But it wasn't like that at all.  A well-manicured
campus of pools and wooden buildings spread out around them.  Everything
looked well-tended.  The buildings were designed in an eclectic but mostly
contemporary style.  Several different pools, set in patios of concrete and
wide stones, lay around.  Naked people walked, sat, lay down, swam, and
bathed all around them.  Michael had expected to see a lot of old, fat,
naked, unattractive people.  A few people were like that, but most of them
weren't.  Many of them looked to be fit and trim and well-heeled.  The
ratio of men and women was about even.  Some of the women were hot.  But it
was hard to pull his eyes away from his mom's ass.

   As he walked along the path, naked, following Varda, surrounded by naked
people, Michael realized he'd never done anything like this in his life. 
He'd never been to a nudist resort, or beach, or any other place where
naked people were all around him like it was no big deal.  The weirdness of
it, thank goodness, offset the stimulus of seeing lots of attractive female
flesh.  His cock, still only half erect, behaved itself.

   Varda guided them along a path that twisted away from the pool area to a
collection of small wooden cabins.  "Cabin" probably wasn't the right word.
They were small, standalone structures, but they looked modern and
inviting. Varda opened the door, pushing a few numbers on a keypad, and
showed them into one.

   It wasn't big, but it was big enough, with an understated dÃ(C)cor of
stained natural wood and off-white walls and carpet.  A single large bed
was pressed up against a side wall.  Michael was surprised to see just one.
Susanna walked to the far end of the room, and she leaned over to look out
at a wooden deck with a sunny meadow beyond the big window.  Michael caught
a glimpse of her pussy between legs.  He felt that twinge below again.

   "It's 4 o'clock," Varda said.  "There's no program tonight so you're
free to do what you like.  I recommend you try the hot spring pools.  They
have different temperatures, and you can figure out which you like best. 
Dinner is at 6:30 in the common room attached to the main building.  You
can meet your fellow guests there.  Breakfast starts at 7 a.m.  tomorrow.
You'll have unstructured time after that, until 1 p.m., when the workshop
starts.  When that's done, you're free to spend more time at the pools and
grounds for the rest of the afternoon, and you're stay will end after that.
Any questions?"

   "That sounds nice," Susanna said.  "We'll get unpacked and then go out
to the pool area."

   "Very well," Varda said.  "I will leave you and your partner to get to
know the place, and I'll see you at dinner."

   Michael furrowed his brow until she left.

   "Mom," he said.  "Partner?  What does that mean?  Do they - do they
think we're a couple?"

   "I'm sure they don't," she said.  "I'm sure that's just the language
they use.  It's a neutral term.  They want you to come to this program with
an open mind."

   "Yeah, maybe," he said.  "But there's another thing."

   "What's that?" she said.

   "There's just one bed, mom.  We're supposed to sleep naked together in
bed?"

   "That's a little awkward," she said, patting her hand on the bedspread
as she said it.  "But it's a big bed.  Looks like a queen-sized bed. 
Plenty of space for me to have my side and you to have yours.  We can put
pillows between us if it makes you uncomfortable."

   As she talked, she sat down on the end of the bed and her legs parted
slightly and Michael saw the lips of her pussy.  He tried to pull his eyes
away and keep them on her face, but it was almost impossible.  Her lips
were parted, just a crack.

   He wondered what it would be like to part them more, before he stopped
his mind from going further in that direction.

   Michael felt like he'd fallen down a rabbit hole.  This was the
strangest experience he'd ever had in his life, by far.  Susanna sat naked
with legs spread a few feet from him, on the bed.  He was naked with a
half-hard cock pointing roughly in her direction.  He caught her glancing
at it, between his own glances at the enticing junction between her legs.

   "Well, one way of dealing with the awkwardness is to get out of the
room," Susanna said.  "Let's go out to the pools."

   Michael couldn't argue with that.  He had no phone or tablet, so he had
no games to play or messages to check.  There were no books in the room. 
The view outside the window was pretty, but it wouldn't hold his attention
for long.

   Michael and Susanna unpacked their few things, minus clothes, and then
walked to the door.

   "Um," Michael said.  "Where are we going to keep the room key?  We're
naked.  There's no place to keep it."

   Susanna pulled it out and looked at.

   "There's a code on it, for the door," she said.  "445.  We can leave the
key here.  Don't forget the code!"

   Ordinarily, that wouldn't be a problem for Michael, because he was good
with numbers.  But his mind was so focused on the weirdness of the
situation and with his mother's lush nude body that he wasn't sure he'd be
able to remember it.  Susanna, however, was right; there was a pad of
number keys next to the handle on the outside of the door.

   It was near evening by the time they got back to the pools, and the
pools already were darkened by long shadows cast by the buildings around
them.  There were a few irregularly shaped, small pools and a larger pool.
Michael figured out that the larger pool was for cooling off, and the
smaller pools were fed by hot water coming directly from the springs. 
Susanna led the way, walking to the small pool in the middle, where a few
other naked people already were gathered enjoying the steaming mineral
waters.  Her ass swayed in front of Michael as she walked, and he thought
to himself that it was a nice, firm ass for a woman her age.

   Susanna waded into the pool and plopped into it, but not so far that her
breasts were fully submerged.  She turned around as Michael walked down the
pool's steps into the hot water, and her nipples floated just above the
surface.  The water was hotter than he expected, but not unbearable.  He
lowered himself into the water quickly, to hide his confused and half-hard
cock from view.

   The water felt delicious - not just hot, but tinged with a pleasant,
astringent quality from all the natural minerals in it.  Michael submerged
himself to his neck, and he instantly felt the water doing its work.  It
was easy to imagine it sucking everything bad and unpleasant out of his
body.  He closed his eyes for a moment.  Michael wasn't a very spiritual
person, so he wouldn't have described himself as feeling one with the
universe, or anything like that.  But a feeling of calm and peace swept
over him, and for a moment he forgot that his nude mother bobbed in the
water nearby.

   He didn't know how long he sat in the water, eyes closed and tuned out
to everything around him, but his eyes opened again when he heard his
mother laugh.  He turned to the source of the noise, and now she was out of
the pool, sitting on the edge, talking to a couple that sat together at the
edge about a quarter turn around the roundish pool.  To Michael's eyes,
they looked like they were about thirty, and they had a confident, sleek
look that made him think they had money.  The woman was gorgeous, with long
dark hair and dark eyes.  The guy wore expensive sunglasses despite being
in the shade.

   Michael also noticed quickly the way the woman sat: leaning back, her
hands against the stones, one leg turned away and dangling in the water,
and the other up and bent, with her foot on the pool edge.  Her pose left
her pussy on conspicuous display to anyone in or around the pool.  Michael
couldn't help but stare between her legs for a moment, and he forced
himself to turn away to avoid seeming like a creep.  He turned to his mom,
and to his surprise he found she was in the same position.  Her pose was an
exact mirror of the younger woman's.

   Michael felt a strange vibe about it.  It was a clothing-optional
resort, and he knew that at such places being nude was regarded as
something normal and natural and non-sexual.  But he detected a trace of
something else going on in his mother's posing.  Her knees seemed to be a
bit farther apart than they had to be.  Her body was inclined farther back
than it had to be, and the result was that not only was the entire cleft of
her pussy in view, with a hint of pink showing between her labia, but the
creased circle of her anus was as well.  Susanna was carrying on an
animated conversation with the man and woman, letting them see her in her
full glory.  Michael couldn't see the man's eyes behind his sunglasses, but
the glasses faced his mom and they never moved.

   "So, you haven't been here before?" he asked Susanna.

   "No, we never have," she said.  "Our first time."

   "Lisa and I come a couple of times a year," the sleek guy said.  "We
always have a great time.  My name's Troy by the way."

   "Susanna, "she replied.

   "This your partner?" Troy asked, pointing at Michael.

   "Uh . . .  yes," Susanna replied.  She didn't say anything more.

   Michael thought it was strange being referred to as his mother's
partner, and stranger still that his mother didn't correct Troy.  He could
see how Troy wouldn't immediately assume he was her son, both because of
the circumstances and because Susanna and Michael didn't look much alike.
But he wondered why his mother didn't say anything.  He assumed she kept
quiet because it would have been awkward under the circumstances to reveal
the truth.  It was becoming increasingly clear that the weekend was not
going the way Michael's mom had expected it would.  This wasn't a family
event.  That much was clear.

   "I'm Troy," said the sleek man with the glasses, looking at Michael. 
Michael held out a hand.  They shook.

   "Michael," he said.

   "Nice to meet you," Troy said.  Michael noticed he was looking at his
mom while he talked to Michael, and Troy's girlfriend was looking at
Michael.  They exchanged glances.

   "If you want to stop by our cabin after dinner, we're number 22," Troy
said.  "We'd love to have another couple come over.  Probably around 8. 
Feel free to knock if you're interested."

   Couple, Michael thought.  Troy had called Susanna and Michael a couple.
Michael thought this was getting weirder and weirder.  Troy obviously was
checking out his mom, and Michael had a pretty good idea he was being
checked out by Troy's girlfriend.

   The chit chat continued for another half hour.  The shadows lengthened
and then the sun disappeared behind a hill to the west.  Susanna and
Michael walked back to their room.  He let her walk ahead of him, again,
and he kept noticing the way her ass swayed as she walked.  It swayed a
lot. Michael wondered if she was making it sway more than necessary, for
his benefit.  He wanted to look away, but he couldn't.

   There wasn't much to do when they returned to the room.  Michael sat on
the bed, his dick flopping between his legs, wondering what to do, while
Susanna went into the bathroom to take a shower.  She left the door open.

   Not more than a minute after Susanna started, she called to her son.

   "Michael, would you come here for a minute?"

   Michael had heard that call before.  This time, he responded right away.

   From the open door of the bathroom Michael saw his mom in the shower. 
It was an open shower with a tile floor, and a glass wall and door, with no
curtain.  Before he said anything, he watched his mother soaping and
washing herself.  Suds coated her body.  Her hands cupped her breasts,
swept over and above them, and then spread over her smooth flanks down to
her hips.  He eyes were closed, and she put a hand between her legs,
rubbing soap and suds down there.  Michael was mesmerized at the site of
his mom's hands running all over her body.  A few moments later she opened
her eyes.

   Michael felt embarrassed to be caught ogling her, but his mom didn't
seem to notice or mind.

   "Michael," Susanna said.  "Are you OK with everything so far?  I know
this is strange for you." She didn't stop running her hands over her body,
working the soap into every nook and crevice, as she spoke.  Michael's eyes
focused on the hard points of her tits under the soap suds.  It was
difficult to focus on her words, but he tried.

   "It's OK, mom," he said.  "It's strange, but I think I'm getting used to
it." That wasn't at all true, but he didn't want mom to be alarmed at his
agitation.

   "I'm glad," she said, facing her son.  Her hand rubbed furiously between
her legs, flecks of soap spraying all around.  "I think we should try to
make this as normal as possible."

   "Sure, mom," Michael said.  There was no way he was ever going to think
of this as normal.

   Mom finished washing herself, turned off the water, and stepped out of
the shower.  Michael noticed the way her breasts quivered as she stepped
through the shower door, and the way the dangling, wet lips of her pussy
glistened in the bathroom light.  Nope, he thought.  There was no way to
see any of this as normal.  But he couldn't stop watching.

   "You should take a shower, too," she said, as she squeezed past him to
get out of the shower.  He felt the nubs of her tits brush against his back
for a split second.

   Michael did as she asked.  He turned the dial to a colder than usual
setting.  He thought the cold water might quell the rising and disturbing
interest he was feeling in the gorgeous, nude figure of his mother.

   The cold shower was unpleasant, so he cut it short.  He got out quickly
and toweled off.  When he left the bathroom, his mother, as nude and hot as
ever, stood before him.

   "Let's go to dinner," she said.

   Michael thought that sounded like a good idea.  As soon as she said it,
he realized how hungry he was.  They left their room and stepped outside.
The sun had long since set, and the trees on the hills around the resort
were inky black against a purply sky.  But the air still was warm.  When
Michael thought about where he was headed his self-consciousness came back.
He was walking, completely nude, to get dinner, and everyone there would
see him nude.  It was difficult to get accustomed to this place.

   The dining room was spacious and comfortable, with pale oak walls and
tables arrayed in rows for the guests.  It was half-full of naked people
when Michael and Susanna arrived.  Along one wall was a buffet.  Susanna
and Michael loaded their plates with food and took their places at an empty
table.  Not more than a minute after they sat down, Troy and Lisa joined
them - Lisa next to Michael, and Troy next to Susanna.  Another couple,
about the same age, followed behind Troy and Lisa.

   "Susanna and Michael," Troy said.  "This is Chuck and Madeline.  We met
them at the last session, a year ago." Susanna and Michael shook hands with
the newcomers.

   "Michael and Susanna are new to the program," Troy said, turning to
Chuck and Madeline.  "They've never been here before."

   "Really?" said the guy, Chuck.  "This is your first time with the
program?  We've been for several sessions, but we liked the first one so
much we've come back to repeat it.  You're going to like it."

   Michael had no idea what he was talking about.  The words meant nothing
to him.  He glanced at his mother.  She looked confused, too, but she
didn't seem to want to let on.

   "Well, uh," she said, stammering, "We felt comfortable going to this . .
.  session."

   "That's awesome," said Madeline.  Her breasts were small, but her
nipples weren't.  They were an unusually dark pink and they stood out in
hard points from her chest.  Michael felt a tingle between his legs.

   "How long have you two been together?" Madeline asked, looking at first
at Michael and then at Susanna.

   Michael didn't know what to say.  This was all getting stranger and
stranger.

   "We've been together for a long time," Susanna said.  Michael looked at
her and she caught his gaze.  Neither one of them said anything more.

   Michael concentrated on eating his dinner, and Susanna did, too.  The
other two couples at the table talked to each other.  Michael and Susanna
joined the conversation from time to time, but neither of them contributed
much.  They were too confused about the steady flow of innuendo between
their table companions.

   Madeline and Chuck finished first.  After they had left the table, Troy
spoke.

   "Dinner finishes early here.  How about joining us at our cabin
afterward?  We can hang out.  And we've got a nice bottle of Chardonnay
that needs drinking.  It'll be fun."

   Michael looked at his mom.  This was her vacation, and it was her call.

   "OK," she said.  She looked at her son, as though to get approval.  He
had no idea what he felt about the situation, so he looked at her with what
he thought was a noncommittal expression.  Evidently, that was enough for
Susanna.

   "We'll do it," she said.

   "Great," Troy said.  "Come by our place any time after eight o'clock."

   A few minutes later Susanna and Michael left the dining room and walked
back to the cabin.  Inside, they walked about the room nervously, not sure
what to say to each other.  Susanna didn't say anything, so Michael spoke
first.

   "They think we're a couple, mom," he said.  "Nobody here knows I'm your
son."

   "I know," she said.  "This is very strange.  I thought this would be
different.  I'm not sure why.  I'm confused about things."

   "What do you want to do?" he asked.

   "I don't know," she said.  "It's still early, and I'm not tired.  I'm
not sure what to do here.  Why don't we go to Troy and Lisa's cabin?"

   Michael had no other ideas, so he followed his mom out of the cabin.  A
minute later they knocked on the door of Troy and Lisa's cabin.

   As Susanna knocked on the door, Michael stared at her ass, and at the
rest of her.  His mother was beautiful.  But she and he didn't look much
alike.  He could see how people would not assume they were mother and son.
But it was weird to think that everyone at the resort saw them as a couple.

   He didn't have more time to think about it, because the door to the
cabin opened suddenly.  It was Troy, naked, of course.

   "Susanna!" he said.  "Michael!  Come on in."

   Lisa sat on the bed, facing the door, legs parted wide and chest out,
her pale tits seeming to stare right at Michael.  There was no way to see
her pose as anything but inviting.  Troy motioned his guests to sit on a
sofa against the wall.  He handed each of them a wine glass and poured
Chardonnay into each one.  Then he sat on the bed next to Lisa and wrapped
his arm around her side.  She giggled.

   "Do you feel like you're getting the hang of the place?" Troy asked,
putting a slight emphasis on the word "hang."

   "I think so," Susanna said.  "It's still new to us.  We've never been to
a place like this before."

   "I get it," he said.  "You'll get used to it fast.  I mean, it's not as
though you haven't seen each other like this before, right?" He laughed.

   Neither Susanna nor Michael said anything in response.  They never had
seen each other completely naked before today, but Michael wasn't going to
tell that to Troy.  He tried to keep his cool, thinking this was by far the
weirdest situation of his life.

   "Lisa and I fell in love with this place the first time, and we love
coming back.  It's been great for the relationship.  Isn't that right,
baby?"

   "Yes, it is," Lisa said, turning Troy's face to hers with her hands and
planting a huge, noisy open-mouthed kiss on his waiting lips.  Michel saw
the tip of her tongue enter his mouth.  He cupped her breast.

   Susanna and Michael watched quietly.  They sipped their wine.  Troy and
Lisa kissed for nearly a minute before Troy came up for air.

   "I hope you don't mind," he said.  "This place just makes me horny. 
Feel free to make yourselves comfortable." He winked at Michael when he
said it, and then kissed Lisa more, his hand now grabbing her hair in
bunches at the back of her head.

   Susanna and Michael looked at each other.  They finished their wine. 
Michael was curious about what his mom was going to do.  He didn't wait
long.

   "Troy, Lisa," she said.  "I'm actually rather tired.  It's been a long
day.  I think we're going to go back to our cabin.  Thank you for the
wine."

   "You sure?" Lisa asked after peeling her lips off Troy's.  "We thought
you might be open to some fun.  Troy and I are very open." She looked into
Michael's eyes as she spoke.  Michael caught Troy staring at his mom.

   "I'm sure," Susanna said, standing up.  "I'm tired.  Another time,
maybe."

   Michael and Susanna got out of there fast and shut the door behind them.

   "Mom, what have you gotten us into?"

   "I swear, Michael, I don't understand.  This is not like what I expected
at all.  After they assumed we were a couple I was embarrassed to say we
were mother and son.  And now this deception's been going on for a while. I
think, to avoid awkwardness, we should just keep that quiet and keep our
cool."

   Michael thought it was a tall order to ask him to keep his cool while
hanging out with his naked mother at a resort where everyone thought they
were lovers.  But he couldn't think of anything else to do.

   Back inside the cabin again a minute later, Susanna beckoned to Michael.

   "Let's go out on the back deck.  It's warm out and it's still early."

   "I thought you were tired."

   "No, I just said that to get out of there and leave those two to
themselves."

   A door in the back of the cabin opened to an uncovered, private wooden
deck.  It faced a meadow, with a small creek gurgling through it.  A fat
moon, just past full, shone overhead, bathing the meadow and surrounding
trees in a milky sheen.

   Two lounge chairs with the backs propped up faced each other.  Susanna
took one.  Michael took the other.  She put her hands behind her head and
turned her face skyward, to the spectral light of the moon.  If anything,
Michael thought his mom looked even more beautiful under the light of the
moon than she had during the day.

   Susanna looked young for her age in any light, but the light from the
moon softened and took years off her skin.  Her chest was arched, and her
breasts lay firm against it, nipples pointed up.  Michael's eyes traced a
curve between her breasts, over her navel and down to the gap between her
legs.  Her thighs were open again, and the full slit of her pussy was on
display.  The lips glistened faintly under the moon glow.

   Michael felt it: his cock hardening.  He looked down at the lap of his
own naked body, and his cock stood up and away from him.  He looked up
again.  Susanna's eyes were out of sight, looking toward the canopy of
stars over them.  Michael didn't think she could see him.  He heard her
sigh.  She shifted and her left thigh bent open still more.

   His cock was rock hard now.  Glancing briefly at Susanna again to
confirm that she was looking away from him, he touched the erect shaft with
his fingers.  His eyes were on his mom's pussy as he touched it.  He knew
he shouldn't do it, not only because his mom might see him but because
touching it would only make his need worse.  He wasn't going to jerk
himself off in front of his mom.  But the lure of gripping and stroking
himself in front of his mom's open pussy was almost too much to handle.  He
gripped his cock a little more tightly, between his thumb and too fingers.
He thought that maybe if his mom lay that way for just a few minutes and he
was quiet "Beautiful, isn't?" Susanna asked, breaking the silence.  She
shifted her gaze back to Michael slowly, giving him time to pull his hand
away before she saw it.  Or so he thought.

   "It is," he said, turning his eyes away from the gap between her legs to
the moonlit meadow.  He bent his legs up to prevent her from seeing his
erection.  He wasn't sure if she saw it or not.

   Mom stretched her arms above her head and purred, her lambent, nude body
stretched like a cat.

   They didn't say anything for a long time.  Susanna lay nearly still on
her chair, the moon's rays reflecting off her lithe body.  After a while
she stood up and walked to the rail framing the porch.  She leaned forward
against it, her ass pushed out and back toward Michael.  She leaned over
far enough that she gave Michael just a shadowy peek beneath her ass of a
slit framed by petite, dangling lips.  His cock swelled again.  He began
stroking it.  He felt terrible doing it, sort of.  But he couldn't help
himself.  His arousal overwhelmed his guilt.  His pace quickened, but he
tried to keep his movements as quiet as possible, so his mother would not
hear him.  Crickets chirped all around them in a nighttime symphony,
masking the sound of his stroking and helping him avoid detection. 
Finally, Susanna turned around.  Michael moved his hand away before she
did, but he didn't shift his body fast enough to hide his hard-on before
she looked at him.

   In the dark Michael couldn't tell if she saw his erect cock.  She stood
still by the rail of the deck and her face bore a faint, inscrutable smile.
Michael wondered if she had seen more than he thought she had.

   "Come join me over her, Michael." She patted the cap rail to the side of
her.  Michael got up.  There was no way to hide his hardness, and it
careened from side to side as he approached her.  He leaned over the rail
just as she did, staring out into the meadow.  Under the pale glow of the
moon and stars, surrounded by the song of crickets, and standing next to
his nude mom, whose breasts were pressed between her arms, Michael felt
light-headed.

   "This meadow reminds me of something I heard once.  A story.  Told by a
woman who named Alida.  She called herself a shaman.  I visited her with a
few friends a couple of years ago."

   Michael vaguely remembered his mother telling him about that visit.  It
had been a few years ago, earlier in her post-professional, neo-hippie
phase.  She'd gone with some like-minded female friends going through
similar mid-life crises.

   "This shaman, Alida, she gathered us into her living room.  And we were
asking her questions about love.  How to find it.  We were all man-less at
the time.  And Alida shushed us.  She said 'That is not a question to ask.
To receive love, you must give it of yourself.  You must give yourself.'

   "And then she told us to close our eyes and imagine standing in a meadow
under a full moon.  And she told us to imagine that we were naked, and
dancing under the moon, giving ourselves up to the moon.  She said, 'Do
that, and the moon will transform you.  Give yourself, utterly and
completely, to the person you love most.  Under the moon, you'll find the
love you need.'"

   Susanna paused.  "It didn't make a lot of sense to us at the time.  But
it stuck with me.  Her words were so seductive I could imagine myself in
that meadow, dancing naked, giving myself to the moon.  This meadow
reminded me of that."

   She paused and stood quietly at the rail again.  Neither of them said
anything for a while.

   "Time to go inside," she said suddenly.  "I'm going to go to bed.  I
want to get a good night's sleep for tomorrow."

   Michael agreed, but the next part might have been the strangest of all -
climbing nude into the same bed as his mother.  Before she turned out the
light, he caught another glimpse of the curve of her body and the swell of
her breasts.  He didn't get a long glimpse, but he thought her nipples
looked hard.

   "Good night, Michael," she said as the light switched off.  For a
moment, their bodies under the covers, they lay on the bed facing each
other, and Susanna smiled.  Then she turned away.  Michael did too.  It
would be easier to get to sleep, he thought, if he wasn't staring at her
nude back.

   It wasn't easy to sleep, though.  The combination of utter weirdness and
intense arousal kept Michael up for an hour or more.  He stared into the
darkness of the room around him, the image of his mom's body dancing naked
in a meadow through his head, giving herself to the moon and to the one she
loved most.  He wondered who that was.

   His feelings were jumbled.  It had been a strange day.  He had no idea
what the next day would bring, but he guessed it would be even stranger.

   Eventually, he fell asleep.

   Michael slept until 8, awakened finally by the sound of the shower
coming from the bathroom.  He rubbed his eyes, threw the covers off, and
stood up, stretching and yawning.  He walked across the room to get his
toiletry kit from his bag, and he noticed Susanna had left the bathroom
door open.  He walked toward it.

   "Morning, mom," he said, his voice still scratchy from just waking.

   He saw his mom through a clear glass shower door.  She was spreading a
thick lather of soap over her breasts, cupping them and rubbing them with
vigor.  She turned and faced him as the water washed the soap off her
chest.

   "Good morning, Michael.  Did you sleep well?"

   He could have slept better, but he didn't tell her that.

   "I slept fine," he said.  "So, what's up next on the agenda at this
place?"

   "Breakfast," she said.  "We're actually late, so we need to hurry to get
ready.  Come on in here.  I'm just about done."

   MIchael was getting hard once again, his cock standing out nearly
straight from his body.  He thought it better to wait, but he didn't know
when his hardness would subside.

   Fuck it, he thought.  Mom got me into this crazy situation.  She's going
to have to see the consequences.

   He walked into the room, his dick bobbing ahead of him.  This time, he
could tell mom saw it, but she didn't say anything.  She pushed the shower
door open to let him in.  She finished rinsing off and walked out, but not
before her breasts grazed against his back, just like the day before.

   This is going to drive me crazy, Michael thought.

   He wondered if he should say something.  He couldn't quite tell if mom
was just trying to push him into thinking this was normal, or if she had
some other thought in mind.  He couldn't really let his brain go there -
thinking about his mom that way, wondering what her intentions were.  But
he couldn't completely stop it from going there, either.

   He showered quickly, toweled off, and shaved.  Susanna had rubbed her
head furiously with the towel, but her hair was still damp when Michael
told her he was ready.

   By the time they got to breakfast most of the other guests were nearly
done with theirs.  When Michael was halfway through his scrambled eggs,
organic toast, and orange juice, a gray-haired 60-something man entered the
room.  Unlike the rest of the occupants of the dining room, he was clothed,
in white shorts and t shirt.  He clapped his hands as he walked forward.

   "Good morning, everyone," he said in a voice that Michael thought was
too loud and cheerful for early morning.  "My name is Thomas, and I'm the
director and instructor for today's workshop.  I wanted to remind you about
our agenda for the day.  The program is at 1:30.  Between now and then you
are free to do as you please, hang out by the springs and pools, get a
massage, or stroll the grounds.  We have some lovely hiking trails.  Lunch
will be at 12:00.  The program begins in the pavilion room, so I will see
you there at 1:30.  We recommend that you take a shower before coming,
especially if you've been hiking."

   Thomas turned around and left.  Susanna was in no hurry to finish
breakfast, but she didn't say much.  Michael wondered what she was
thinking. His eyes strayed a few times to the swell of her breasts, which
shook and swayed faintly as she ate.  He got a second helping of the eggs
and some free-range chicken sausages, and Susanna was only just finishing
her first serving when he'd finished his second.  Finally, she was ready to
leave.  They walked back to the room.

   "So, what now, mom?" Michael asked.

   "I thought we would go on a hike.  It looks like a great day for it. 
But I need to put on some sun screen and get my sandals on first."

   In the room Michael found his sport sandals.  He wasn't going to go
barefoot on the hiking trail.  Susanna lathered her body with sunscreen in
broad strokes.  Michael saw delicate hands spread it over her breasts, then
down her abs, and then finally between her open thighs.  She didn't miss a
spot.  He hadn't thought about putting sunscreen down there, but he guessed
it made sense.  It was paler than the rest of her.

   "Get my back?" she asked him.

   After she asked, he realized that although he'd seen her naked for the
last day and been next to her, he hadn't put his hands on her nude body
until now.  The lotion spit out of the tube as he squeezed it, a big dollop
in his hand.  He mashed both hands together and then started at her
shoulders.

   His mother's skin felt delicious.  It was soft and smooth, but with a
tone of hardness underneath that bespoke the fit shape in which she kept
herself.  His hands circled lower from her shoulders toward the middle of
the back.  Michael was getting hard yet again.  He squirted out more of the
sunscreen, more than he needed, and continued down her back, where she
obviously had spread no lotion.  He still had more on his hands by the time
he reached the bottom of her back, so he quickly ran his hands down her
butt, making sure each cheek was covered.

   "There," he said.

   "Thanks," she said.  She finished the rest lathering the rest of her
body and handed the sunscreen to him.  He covered himself in it, but after
finishing his legs and abs he looked down and realized there was one more
part that needed covering: his pale, hard dick, still standing at
attention. He encircled it with his lotion-covered hand and stroked from
the base to the tip.  He stroked it just once, but he was in such a high
state of agitation for a second he thought he might spurt right there on
the carpet.  Fortunately, he didn't.  He caught mom smiling and looking at
him.

   "Are we ready?"

   "Let's go, mom," Michael said.

   It wasn't difficult to find out where to go.  A large wooden kiosk at
the edge of the resort contained a map of the grounds and showed a snaky
network of trails winding through the surrounding hills.  Susanna and
Michael started up a trail that looked promising.  It took them steeply up
a hill blanketed in sun-tanned grass.  An open forest of oaks stood around
them, and the trees closed in as they ascended.  Already the day was warm,
and the sun beat down from overhead.  Cicadas buzzed from unseen locations
nearby.

   They hiked perhaps half a mile, mostly in silence.  Then Susanna spoke.

   "It looks like we have the woods to ourselves.  I guess everyone else
wanted to get massages and hang out in the hot springs.  We're just hardier
than they are."

   She laughed.  Michael did, too, but secretly he was glad they had chosen
to hike.  The idea of a massage didn't appeal to him, and he wasn't
interested in hanging out naked by a pool in front of a bunch of people. 
But that wasn't the only reason.  He liked the idea of being with his mom,
naked, just the two of them.  He had started to become accustomed to
staring at her, and it was easier to do without a lot of people around
them. For a while he hiked behind her, and he forgot about the scenery
around them.  His eyes were fixed on her smooth back and on the round, firm
cheeks of her ass, jiggling slightly as she climbed ahead of him.  He
caught glimpses between her legs.  And as they hiked farther, he saw the
pale sheen of sweat, mixed with the lotion, coating her body.  He wasn't
fully hard, but he was half-way there, and his dick flopped and swayed
wildly in every direction as he hiked behind her.

   They came to a fork in the trail about a mile from the resort.  A narrow
side trail veered off the from main trail that they'd been hiking.  Susanna
beckoned right and they started in a new direction, climbing more steeply
still into denser forest.

   After another half mile they crested a rise and descended, and they soon
came to a creek.  It had nearly dried up.  Just a sliver of water trickled
down along the bottom.

   "Let's stop and get a drink," Susanna said.

   They drank from water bottles Michael carried in a small backpack, and
Susanna fished out two snack bars to munch as well.  Susanna sat back on a
low, large rock, resting her butt against its broad, flat top.  Her legs
fell open again, and Michael's eyes couldn't help it, once again.  He
stared at her pussy.  Maybe it was just sweat, but the lips glistened even
in the dappled light that filtered through the trees around them.

   He must have stared at her longer than he thought, because when he
finally looked up Susanna was staring at him, her lips pursed in a wry
smile.

   "Michael, do you like what you see?"

   Susanna's question caught Michael short.  He was sure his face
registered shock.  Susanna smirked at Michael.  She's caught me, he
thought. He barely could stammer in reply.

   "What . . .  what do you mean?"

   "You were looking at me.  Down there.  Between my legs.  Do you like
what you see?"

   There was no good way to reply to a question like that, Michael thought.

   "Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that.  I won't do that again."

   "Michael, don't be silly.  And don't tell me you didn't mean to.  I saw
you doing it several times.  You've been doing it ever since we got naked
yesterday.  You were looking at my vulva.  You like looking at it, right?"

   Michael's discomfort was sky-high.  Not only had his mom caught him
looking at her down there, but now she was putting on her psychologist's
let's-be-completely-honest-about-everything manner.  The last thing Michael
wanted was to talk honestly with his mom about looking at her pussy.  His
mom, of course, adopting her clinical mode, had to use the word "vulva." He
had never been comfortable with that word.

   "Come on, Michael.  Be honest."

   "OK.  Yes.  I was looking at it.  It's hard not to.  You're a woman,
you're attractive, and you're naked."

   "Exactly," she said.  "It's normal."

   "I'm having a hard time getting used to this being normal."

   "Well, I didn't raise you as a nudist.  But many families around the
world practice nudism, and they get used to nudity.  To them it's a
completely normal, day to day thing.  It's all a matter of habituation."

   She hopped up on the flat surface of the rock, and she patted it with
her hand.

   "Come over here, Michael."

   She sat on one end of the rock and turned around.  Michael reluctantly
followed and sat on it as well, a few feet from her.  His cock had begun to
swell with all the talk about his mom's pussy, and he tried to conceal it
by pressing his legs together.

   "Face me, Michael.  On the rock surface."

   Reluctantly, Michael did as Susanna told him to do.  He swung his legs
up on the rock and sat cross-legged, facing her.  His cock, choosing a bad
time not to cooperate, grew still harder and popped up from his lap,
angling in his mom's direction.

   "I can see you're definitely interested in the subject," she said and
smiled.  She looked him in the eyes.

   "Now, look at me," she said.

   Michael stared back at her.

   "No, not at my face.  Down here." She pointed to her lap, between her
legs stretched out to either side of the rock surface.  "Look at my vulva."

   "Mom -"

   "Michael, go ahead.  I want you to."

   He did, slowly, his eyes trailing away from her face, down her neck, to
her plump breasts, past her belly, and finally to the junction between her
thighs.  Susanna angled her hips toward her son, until the full vertical
slit of her pussy was in his view, top to bottom.  She sat only a few feet
from him, so he got the closest, best look he'd had of it yet.  He thought
it was lovely, the mounds of her outer lips framing and pressing against
the thin folds of her inner lips.  Blond, well-trimmed hair lay about the
lips them but did nothing to conceal them.  Her inner lips were parted,
just a crack, and he noticed a faint glistening inside from the reflected
light coming through the trees overhead in slender shafts.

   "I think it's time to be candid with each other," she said.  "You and I
have never been naked together like this.  I don't think you've ever seen
me fully naked before.  Am I right?"

   "Yes," he said, struggling to pull his eyes away from her pussy.

   "We have some more time here," she said.  "We're going to be naked
together for a while longer, and if we're going to get something out of our
visit here we need to be comfortable.  I know you've been trying to be
discreet about it, but I can tell you've been agitated.  I don't want you
to be that way.  If you're agitated, then I'm going to be agitated, and
neither one of us will get what we should out of this program.  So, we're
going to try something that should make us both more comfortable.

   "Scoot closer," she said.

   Michael scooted closer.  Mom spread her legs wider still.

   "We're going to play some show and tell, so we can put the mystique and
strangeness of our nudity to rest and enjoy the rest of the day.  OK?"

   "I guess so, mom."

   "Good.  So, this is my vulva," mom said.  "You can see the hood here,
covering my clitoris." She traced its length with her index finger.  It was
long and it fully concealed the nub of skin underneath.

   "I know what a vulva is, mom.  I've seen one before.  More than one."

   "But you haven't seen mine before, Michael.  This is about habituation,
remember?  Getting you accustomed to something you haven't seen before. 
Making you comfortable so we don't have to deal with any awkwardness for
the rest of the time we're here.  Bear with me.  It's just anatomy. 
Nothing more."

   She pulled the skin of the hood up and back.

   "Now you can see my clitoris.  It's small and not easy to see, but it's
right there." She touched her finger to the round pink bit of flesh under
the folds of skin.  She pulled her finger back.

   "Ahhh, sensitive!" she said.  "Go ahead and get a good look."

   Michael leaned closer.  There was something mesmerizing about his mom,
just feet away, exposing herself to him as she was, and encouraging him to
look at her.  She was beautiful.  Some part of Michael could appreciate
that her pussy was appealing in a way that was more than sexual, that its
curve and shape and color were beautiful like a flower.  But at the same
time, he was turned on.  It was his mom's pussy, sure, but it was a pussy.
And, sitting there, looking at her, with his cock standing straight up in
salute from his lap, he couldn't imagine ever being so "habituated" to it
that he wouldn't be turned on by the sight of it.  And he wondered, too, if
his mom really was convinced if that was possible.  He wondered if this
really was just a therapeutic exercise for her.  He wondered if, even just
a little bit, mom was turned on, too.

   He didn't have time to think about it more because mom suddenly spread
her lips apart with her fingers.

   "Now you can see my vagina.  You know the difference between a vulva and
a vagina, right?"

   "Mom, of course I do." It was embarrassing to listen to her talk this
way, but his eyes were glued to the pink gash she had opened to him.  He
was a healthy, libidinous 21-old-male, and he'd seen plenty of pussies, but
he'd never seen one presented to him quite so brazenly.  He tried to fight
the feeling, because he was looking at his mom, but he couldn't help but
acknowledge how arousing it was to see her this way.

   Susanna continued with her anatomy lesson as though he hadn't said
anything.

   "The vulva is the proper name for the exterior, although some people
call it a 'vagina.' But the vagina is only the interior part.  You can see
from the light reflecting off it that it's a little wet.  Some women at my
age get drier, especially around menopause, and dryness can make sex
uncomfortable.  I'm fortunate I stay fairly wet down there and that's not a
problem for me."

   If Susanna was unaware that she was talking to her son about her body's
ability to handle being fucked, Michael wasn't.  In his mind he imagined a
hard cock pushing into the wide-open pussy in front of him.  He tried to
purge the thought but couldn't.  Susanna continued, seemingly unaware of
the thoughts and feelings her words aroused.

   "If you look down here, you can see the urethral opening.  That's where
pee comes out.  A lot of men seem to find it a mystery where a woman's pee
comes from, but there's no mystery to it."

   Michael's jaw dropped open, without his noticing it.  He was spellbound
at this point and couldn't say anything.  Whether it was because it was his
mom or not, he'd never seen anything as arousing in his life as what she
was showing him.  The detached, clinical manner of her presentation somehow
made it even more arousing, not less.

   "Down here, just below the urethra, you can see the vaginal opening. 
That's where the man's penis goes during intercourse."

   She peeled her pussy open still farther, so Michael could look deep
inside her channel.  She held herself open, so he could look for as long as
he wanted.  How long, Michael don't know.  He lost track of the time he
spent looking deep into his mother as far as he could see, where bright
pink gave way to a dusky rose that faded away into shadow.  It seemed to
Michael it must have been a minute or so that he sat transfixed, staring
into his mother's depths.  He couldn't tear his eyes away and she seemed to
be willing to let him look as long as he wanted.  When he broke his gaze
from it and looked up and at her face, he noticed she was staring at his
cock, which remained as hard and straight as ever.  That gave him a twinge.
Mom noticed him noticing her, and she looked away.  Was she embarrassed? 
Michael thought she might be.

   This was getting stranger and stranger, and he was getting more excited.

   Mom closed her legs.

   "Lesson over for now," she said.  "I don't know how much you were paying
attention, but it looks like your penis was." She pointed to it.  His shaft
stood straight away from his lap, hard and vertical and directed at the
tree canopy above them.

   "Sorry about that," Michael said.

   "Michael, there's no need to be sorry," she said.  "I hope for your sake
your, um, 'interest' subsides a little.  Our hike might be uncomfortable
for you if it doesn't."

   She hopped off the rock and sauntered back to the trail.  Michael
watched her ass sway as she turned away from him.  Right then he knew for
certain, if he hadn't fully realized it before, that he would never look at
his mom the same way again.  His mother's "lesson" had had the opposite
effect of the one intended.  Instead of desexualizing her nudity, it had
aroused him.  He remained aroused as they continued their hike.

   The narrow trail on which they'd been walking looped around, heading
back to the main trail from which they'd come.  The mix of trees in this
part was more varied, and a dense understory of bushes blocked most of the
view going forward.

   Coming around a sharp turn in the trail, both Susanna and Michael
started at the sound of a squeal in front of them.  It was a woman.  The
squeal was followed by a moan.  Susanna and Michael stopped in their tracks
and listened.  There was no question what they were hearing: two people
fucking.  Intermixed with the unseen woman's high-pitched moans was a male
voice urgently saying, "Yeah, baby.  Take that.  Take my cock.  Just like
that."

   Susanna and Michael looked at each other.  For a moment they weren't
sure what to do.  They could continue on the trail, but they'd startle the
couple and interrupt them.  Or they could turn back and return from where
they'd come.  But neither one of them wanted to do that.

   Michael decided what to do.  He put his finger to his mouth, whispered
"Shhhhh," and crept forward, waving to Susanna to follow him.

   "Michael, we shouldn't," she whispered.

   "We've been looking at naked people for the last day," Michael said,
just as quietly.  "Knowing the people who come here, they probably wouldn't
mind if we watched them."

   He grabbed her hand and pulled her forward.  She resisted at first, but
then she followed him.  He guided both of them to a spot where the density
of the bushes lessened.  The bush ahead of them had enough gaps in its
leaves and branches that they could see through it.

   30 feet from where they crouched, they saw a slender strawberry blonde
woman with her hands against the trunk of a sycamore, her legs wide apart
and her ass thrust backward, grabbed tight by the hands of a dark-haired
man rapidly thrusting in and out of her from behind.

   Michael liked this place more and more.  Susanna saw but hung back.  He
looked back at her.  She looked embarrassed and guilty.  But Michael held
fast to her hand and pulled her forward and in front of him.  He wanted her
to watch.  She followed his direction.  She scooted forward, not making a
sound.  When she settled in place, she half crouched in front of him to get
the best view through the gap in the bush.  Michael crouched directly
behind her, and he put his hands on her waist to steady them.  Susanna
shifted for just a second as though to object, but then she stopped and
grew quiet in her son's firm grasp.  She put one hand atop his on her side.
They watched the young couple fucking with abandon before them.

   Michael's cock was even harder now, and from where he stood behind his
mom its thick head was no more than an inch from the small of her back and
the top of the cleft than ran down between her cheeks.  Michael wanted a
better view, so he ducked down a little more and pulled back.  He could see
the darker patch of her anus now, and below it the edge of her pussy.  For
a moment he got lost in the sight and forgot about looking at the fucking
couple in front of them.  Mom's ass mesmerized him so much more.  His cock
tip was just inches from her entrance.  If he pushed forward just a little
It was tempting.  But he didn't do it.  Maybe it was his sense of
propriety, or maybe it was just nerves.  But while the angle was perfect to
take her, the timing wasn't right.  Michael held back.

   The couple continued fucking like that for another five minutes.  Then
they quickened their tempo, and Michael could tell the man was about to
come.  But before he did, he pulled out, and Michael heard him say, "Turn
around, Kate."

   The woman spun around and sank to ground, her knees against the forest
floor.  She held her hands to her side and looked up at her lover with her
mouth open and eyes wide.  Not 20 seconds later the man's cock gave way and
he splattered her face and chest with a messy spray of cum.

   Michael felt his mother's hand tighten on his, and she shifted back and
to the side.  Michael's cock head collided with an ass cheek and veered to
the side.  His mother didn't even seem to notice.  She kept looking
forward. Michael and Susanna watched the couple to see what they would do.

   "My cum is all over you, Kate," the man said.

   "I love it that way," said Kate, drawing her finger along her cheek,
scooping up some of his milky seed and taking it in her mouth.  "I love the
taste, too.  I love your cum, Drew."

   "Don't eat too much," said Drew.  "I want you to wear it on you as we
hike back.  You'll stay like that until we get back to the pool, and then
you'll get in and wash it off in front of everyone."

   Kate giggled.  "We're not supposed to do that.  We're supposed to wash
our bodies before entering the pools or springs."

   "Sometimes you gotta break the rules, baby.  This is one of those
times."

   He helped her up with his hand and they grabbed and kissed each other
loudly.  When they stopped, they talked to each other in a tone too soft to
hear.  After another minute they turned and walked back to the small trail,
joining it at a spot about 100 feet ahead of Michael and Susanna.

   Susanna pushed back and stood up, and her ass once again brushed
Michael's cock head.  Michael felt like he was going to burst.  If he'd
been on his own at that point he would have jerked off immediately.  His
hand started going down and for a split second he thought he'd stroke
himself anyway, mom or no mom.  But he stopped.  Susanna looked him over,
turned, and crept quietly toward the trail.  Michael followed her.

   "Let's give that couple some space so they don't see us.  I don't want
them to think we saw them."

   "But we DID see them, mom, and if they knew they'd probably like it."

   "Hmmm," she said.  "Maybe.  But that's for them to decide, not us."

   They waited a few minutes on the trail.  Mom turned to Michael again.

   "That was . . .  something.  Wow.  I feel bad.  I've never been a peeper
before, and I certainly never expected to be one with my son."

   "We're doing a lot of things this weekend we've never done before,"
Michael said.  "And there's more weekend ahead."

   "True," she said.  "I think the program this afternoon will calm things
down a while.  It's supposed to improve personal communication."

   With every passing minute Michael grew more certain that the program his
mother had signed up for was going to be different from what she expected.
But if his mom suspected so, too, she didn't let on.  She stood alongside
him, chin up and smiling, seemingly unaware.  Michael didn't know what to
expect, and he didn't say anything.

   "Let's go," Susanna said at last.

   Most of the way back was downhill.  By the time they got back to the
resort it was mid-day, and their bodies were coated in sweat and their
shins were sprinkled with fine dust.  They didn't have a lot of time before
the program started, so they ducked into the dining room and grabbed
sandwiches and walked back to their room.

   "We need to shower," Susanna said, wolfing down her sandwich in big
bites.  When she was done.  she shucked off the sandals and entered the
bathroom.  She left the door open, again.  Then Michael heard the tinkle of
water.  His mom was peeing with the door open.  That was another first,
Michael thought.  This was getting stranger and stranger.  He stood to the
side of the door, and he couldn't see her.  A thought just popped into his
head.

   "Mom, which program did you say you signed up for?"

   "Program 3, Open Communication," she yelled over the sound of water. 
"Why do you ask?"

   "Just curious.  I wanted to see what it's about."

   "The brochure is in my bag," she called.  "I haven't read it, but be my
guest."

   Michael heard the sound of flushing, and then of the shower being turned
on.  He walked across the room to her bag and unzipped it.  Inside was a
shiny brochure with the title "Human Synergy Institute: Programs For Human
Growth."

   Michael turned to the page for Program 3.  There were pictures of people
sitting on the ground looking at one another.  Some looked thoughtful, some
looked pensive.  Others smiled.  But they were all clothed.  Michael read
the blurb under the title: "Program 3, Open Communication, is for people in
any kind of relationship who want to unlock the secrets of more profound
communication and relationships with others.  We teach people to open up to
a new way of communication through speaking, gesturing, and gentle
touching."

   Something didn't seem right to him.  He looked in mom's bag again and
found a piece of paper.  It looked like a confirmation sheet that she'd
printed out at home; it was dated ten days earlier.  Michael's eyes
scrolled down the page.  They stopped when he reached the following
sentence:
"Congratulations!  You have signed up for the Human Synergy Institute's
Program 8, Synergistic Sexuality, Session 1.  This two-hour program will
help you get past the awkward barriers that impede so many relationships,
enable you to experience your partner sexually in a new way, and take your
relationship to new sexual heights.  After you've experienced our
introduction to synergistic sexuality in Session 1, we're confident you'll

want to return for more sessions."

   Holy fuck, Michael thought.  She signed them up for a sex workshop. 
Michael shook his head.  He couldn't believe his mom accidentally had
signed them up for a class on sex, instead of a communication workshop.  On
the other hand, he could believe it.  His mom was so poor at dealing with
paperwork, so poor at reading the fine print, that it wasn't that
far-fetched she could somehow misunderstand which program was happening
this weekend.

   Michael kept reading.  Below the description the details of the time and
place for the reservation were printed.  The word "Rescheduled" appeared in
bold next to the following weekend.

   Oh mom, Michael thought.  She must have scheduled the date and then
confirmed the reservation for that date after the program for that date
been rescheduled for another date and replaced by this one.

   Michael wondered how his mom would react when she found out.  She'd be
very disappointed, he was sure, because she had been waiting a long time
for the communication program and would hate to have spent money and driven
all this way only to choose not to participate.  For his part, Michael
wasn't too disappointed that the program his mom thought she'd signed up
for wasn't happening.  He hadn't been looking forward to spending two more
hours trying to get in touch with his feelings with his mom.  Heck, the
program his mom signed up for would be more fun than that one.  At the very
least, Michael could watch naked couples around him get sexual while he and
his mom hung out and . . .  whatever.

   Too bad it wasn't going to happen, Michael thought, because as soon as
his mom found out which program she signed up for, she'd cancel.

   Michael heard the shower shut off.  Mom was getting out.  He opened his
mouth to call to her to let her know the truth.

   "Mmmmaaaa -." He stopped halfway through the word and shut his mouth. 
An idea popped into his head - a strange idea, but one that enticed him as
soon as his mouth closed.

   What if he didn't tell his mom about the mix up?

   What if, Michael thought, he kept quiet, and he and she went to the
program, and only after everyone was seated and the program started did mom
discover it was the wrong one?  What would she do?  He wondered.  Would she
get up and leave immediately?  She might.

   But Michael didn't think she would.  When Varda had told his mom
yesterday that they had to strip their clothes off, she had.  She had
accepted Varda's instructions and had been willing to see what would happen
next.  Ever since they had arrived, his mom had let everyone at the resort
think they were a couple rather than a mother and son.  If mom stayed true
to form, she wouldn't say anything.  She'd stay seated with Michael, and
let the program, and then . . .  what?

   Michael didn't know.  But there was another reason Michael thought she
would want to stay.  She liked being naked in front of people.  She was
enjoying this.  Michael was certain of it.

   Mom wants to show off more, Michael thought.  She doesn't want this to
end too soon, because she gets off on being naked.  In front of the other
guests.  And in front of me.

   Michael's thoughts turned to the image of his mom propped up on the flat
rock earlier that morning, spreading her legs and opening herself for his
inspection.  Michael felt the twinge again.  He looked down and, sure
enough, his cock lengthened and hardened.  Michael became aware, suddenly,
almost painfully, that he was terribly horny.

   I want that too, Michael thought.  Mom wants to show off her naked body,
and I want to see it.

   Michael decided not to say anything to his mom.  He tucked the
confirmation slip back in her bag seconds before she left the bathroom.  He
scurried in to shower before she noticed his erection.  When the spray of
water hit him, moments later, he was tempted to lather his cock and bring
himself to quick relief.  But he didn't.  He chose not to do anything
before the program.

   Maybe I can jerk off to mom during the program, he thought.  That would
be something.  As soon as the thought formed, he shook his head and tried
to bury it, without success.  He finished his shower and got out.

   "It's time to go, Michael," his mom said.  "I'm really looking forward
to this!"

   "Me, too, mom," Michael said, smiling.

   "I'm so glad!" she said.  "It seems like you've had a change of heart. I
appreciate that.  I think you'll like this as much as I will."

   He thought he might like it even more, but he didn't say anything.

   They left the cabin and walked to the pavilion room.  The pavilion was a
circular building that stood at one end of the resort.  Stained wood
enveloped the exterior, and a pointed terra cotta roof capped it off. 
Michael and Susanna noticed other nude couples, some holding hands,
approach at the same time.  They fell in line to enter a set of double
doors that had been swung open.

   The interior of the pavilion was a spacious round room covered by a
clear-stained oak floor, over which had been laid a series of large
off-white mats that looked to be made of a soft material a couple inches
thick.  Large mirrors covered the walls of the room.  High on the walls,
above the mirrors, frosted window panes let light in from outside.  As
Susanna and Michael walked through the door they were greeted by Thomas,
the man who spoke to them at breakfast.  He wore a white robe.  He pointed
them to a mat against the wall on the far side of the room.  Susanna and
Michael sat next to each other on the mat and waited for the program to
start.  Other couples filled the mats all around them.  Troy and Lisa sat
together closer to the middle of the room.  Drew and Kate, the couple they
had seen fucking in the woods earlier, sat immediately to their left
against the wall.  They sat close together, Drew holding his hand on Kate's
inner thigh, near her pussy, Michael noticed.

   Michael counted fourteen couples.  He guessed that their ages ranged
from late twenties to early sixties.  It was obvious he was the youngest
person in the room.  Twelve of the couples were male-female, one was two
men, and one was two women.

   A clap of hands brought everyone to attention.  Thomas stood next to an
empty mat in the center of the room.  A gray-haired woman stood next to him
in a matching robe.

   "Welcome, everyone," Thomas said to the group.  "I'm Thomas, and I'll be
leading today's session, along with my partner Adia.  I see a few familiar
faces, so I know you've been through this before and we're glad to have you
back.  For the rest of you, I expect you've heard something about the
program, but if not I'll give you a rundown.  There's only one rule here,
and that's to respect yourself, your partner, and everyone else.  Because
of the intimate nature of our session, we ask that you respect the privacy
of others and not talk about what happens or reveal the names of the
participants to anyone you know on the outside.  What happens here stays
here."

   Michael glanced at his mom's face as Thomas spoke.  She knitted her
brow, a look of confusion and uncertainty on her face.  As Thomas continued
speaking her look of concern grew.  Thomas's description of the program
didn't fit with mom's idea of it.

   "Adia and I will guide you in our session today, which will last about
two hours.  You are not required to follow us or mimic what we do.  You may
express your own intimacy and sexuality however you and your partner agree
to do so.  But I recommend that you take our cue at the beginning, start
slowly, and build up, so you build up trust and communication before moving
on."

   With that, Thomas and Adia removed their robes to reveal their own nude
bodies.  Michael thought they didn't look bad for old people.  They had
wrinkles and Adia's breasts sagged, but both were thin and fit.  Adia's
nipples were an almost cherry hue.

   "Go ahead and sit facing your partner," Thomas said.  "Sit close enough
that you can touch each other with ease."

   Michael and Susanna shifted on their mat.  Susanna leaned over to
Michael and whispered in his ear.

   "Something isn't right.  This isn't what I expected."

   "Let's just play along for now," Michael said.

   Susanna nodded as they faced each other.  Her eyes darted around the
room.  Michael kept his eyes on his mom, watching her confusion.

   "To start with," Thomas continued, "Put your hands at your side so your
body is fully revealed.  Take a few minutes to look at your partner. 
Really LOOK at them.  Start at the top, and move your eyes down.  Try to
notice things you may not have noticed before.  Think about what you find
beautiful in your partner."

   That wasn't difficult for Michael to do, because there was a lot that
was beautiful about his mom.  He'd been looking at her a lot in the last 24
hours, and felt he'd come to know her body well.  But, looking at her even
more closely, he noticed things he hadn't before.  He tried to put a name
to the color of her hair, and he couldn't.  It defied naming.  It was
blond, but it wasn't.  As he focused on it carefully, he noticed individual
strands of hair, standing up and falling away from her face together in a
loose, frizzy cascade.  Every strand was different.  The more he tried to
put words to what he saw the more he failed in the effort.

   The next thing Michael noticed was his mother's eyes.  They were opened
wide and searching his own.  Michael saw uncertainty in them.  His mom
didn't know what was going to happen next, and she didn't know what to do.
Michael mouthed the words "It's OK" to her, and she nodded, although he
wasn't sure she really felt it was OK

   His eyes strayed to her breasts, plump and full, sagging only a little
from middle age.  The nipples were hard and pink, pointed at him.  If his
mom's eyes seemed uncertain, almost timid, her nipples looked fearless and
eager.  Michael felt the sudden desire to take them into his mouth, to kiss
them and suck them.

   Not yet, he thought.

   Michael's eyes moved down his mom's flat belly and thin waist, settling
at last on the slit between her legs.  A well-trimmed, light patch of hair,
matching the hair on her head, lay over it.  He couldn't see it as well as
he liked because she sat cross legged.  He wasn't sure if it was permitted
to touch her at this stage of the program, but he did so anyway, putting
his hands lightly on her knees.  Susanna uncrossed her legs and spread them
open in response to Michael's touch.

   Michael thought that was much better.  Now his mom's pussy was fully
open and on display to him, as it had been earlier that morning.  It lay
before him like a sweet flower in bloom.

   You're the flower and I'm the bee, mom, Michael thought.  I'm going to
explore you and touch you and taste you.

   Michael was surprised at the boldness of his thoughts about his mom.  A
surge of desire swept through him.  Until that moment, Michael's arousal
had been suppressed by the sheer strangeness of the weekend.  But it was
held down no longer.  Michael quickly looked up and around him, at the
other couples, staring at each other's body parts.

   This is just a bunch of horny people who want to get it on with each
other in front of other people, he thought.  We're not learning about
communication.  We're a bunch of exhibitionists and voyeurs getting our
rocks off doing this in a group and being told it's OK because we're
learning something about intimacy or whatever.

   Michael looked at his mom, who was staring at his cock, hard and pointed
at her, its tip less than two feet from the open lips of her pussy. 
Thinking about how close they were made him harder still.  Michael was
struck by how passive his mom looked.  She wasn't passive by nature.  On
the contrary, in most situations his mom was confident and assertive.  But
now she seemed subdued and uncertain.  It was obvious she realized that
this program was not what she expected and that she didn't know what to do
about it.

   Michael's thoughts were interrupted by Thomas, speaking to the group
again.

   "You've spent several minutes using the sense of sight.  Hopefully,
you've seen something about your partner that maybe you haven't seen
before. The next step is the sense of touch.  One of you will take your
hand and touch your partner on a part of their body.  Feel their skin like
it's the first time you've ever felt it.  Think about how it feels on your
fingers.  Imagine the energy flowing between your fingers and their skin."

   Michael and Susanna stared at each other in response to his instruction,
neither one moving for a moment.  Then Susanna raised a hand and touched
Michael's cheek.  She moved her fingers in a small circle over his skin. 
Michael was surprised at the charge he felt from her touch, at the
electricity that passed from her finger tips to his face.  He had never
experienced such a powerful, erotic feeling from such a simple, seemingly
non-sexual gesture.  His mom didn't say anything, but they stared at each
other as she touched him.  All Michael could think about was the touch of
her fingers on his face and the hardness of his cock, pointed straight at
his mother.  He was keenly aware that after almost 24 hours of constant
visual stimulation he hadn't come.

   A few minutes passed, and Thomas spoke again.

   "OK," he said.  "Now it's time for your partner to reciprocate.  Touch
your partner, but touch them somewhere different from where they touched
you.  Wherever you touch them, focus on how it feels to your touch. 
Imagine your energy flowing from your finger to your partner's skin, and
back again."

   Michael wanted to roll his eyes.  Thomas's words sounded like
gobbledygook to him.  He knew how he wanted to touch his mom and he didn't
need a lot of high-minded instruction about flowing energy.

   He put his finger to his mom's upper lip.  Susanna's eyes widened, as
though she was surprised at the boldness of her son's touch.  Michael's
face was still, betraying no emotion.  The tip of his forefinger traced the
length of her upper lip, and then it swept down, tracing the fullness of
the lower lip.  Michael never had really paid attention to his mom's lips
before, but he paid attention to them now - their softness, their rosy hue,
the way they glistened in the ambient light of the room.  He noticed his
mom's stillness as his finger swept over her, her submission to the
exploration of his finger.  His mom's tentativeness emboldened him.

   With his finger at his mother's mouth, Michael glanced at the couples
around him.  They were touching each other in similar ways, hands pressed
to faces or against each other, and most of the couples seemed focused on
each other.  He caught a few faces, though, sneaking glances at what others
were doing, as he did.  He turned back to his mom and decided to take
things a step further.

   Michael moved his finger between his mother's lips, and he pressed it
forward.  Susanna's lips gave way, and Michael's finger pushed forward into
her mouth.  He pushed until it was all the way in.  His mom couldn't say
anything, and she stared back at Michael with wide, wondering eyes. 
Michael enjoyed the warmth and wetness of his mother's mouth on his finger.
He moved it around, against the thick swirl of her tongue.

   He pulled it out, almost all the way, until just the tip of his finger
remained between her lips, and then he pushed his finger back, with more
force than before.  Susanna tried to say something, but she couldn't with
Michael's finger in her mouth.  Michael then began pumping his finger in
and out of his mother's mouth in a slow sensuous rhythm.  Susanna's eyes
grew wider still.

   In the background, Michael heard Thomas offering occasional instructions
or words of encouragement, but Michael was so intent on his play with his
mother that he barely heard him.

   "Everyone's doing great," Thomas said.  "Feel the sensual energy around
you and your partner, and let it flow through your body to theirs.  Let the
energy connect you.  "

   Michael didn't know anything about flowing energy, but he liked the
feeling of fucking his mother's mouth with his finger.  That's how it felt:
he was fucking her.  Michael was surprised at his own boldness and
assertiveness.  He liked it.  He knew his mother knew he liked it too,
because his cock stood out in a straight arrow pointed at her, the full
purplish head no more than a foot from the slit of her pussy.

   If his mother didn't like the mouth-fucking she was getting, she didn't
show it.  She sat passively before him, her mouth accepting every thrust of
his finger.  Then she wasn't passive.  Michael felt the pressure of his
mom's mouth on his finger as she sucked on it.  He saw her cheeks compress.
He lost track of how long they kept up the rhythm of his finger in her
mouth.

   Thomas spoke again.

   "That's right.  Feel the flow.  Go with the flow.  Now I want everyone
to take the next step, which is to channel your sensual energy through your
lips.  Feel the softness of your own lips.  Concentrate your energy there.
And then, when you're ready, kiss your partner on a part of their body. 
Caress it with your lips and your mouth.  Use your tongue.  Share your
loving, sensual energy with your partner by using your lips and mouth."

   It was his mom's turn, and Michael wondered what she would do.  He
glanced around the room again.  Thomas's talk about energy sounded like a
lot of new age nonsense to Michael, but there was no doubt that the air was
thick with sensuality.  People were losing inhibitions, getting closer,
embracing each other.  Several couples were pressing their lips together.
One woman was sucking on her partner's toe.  Troy sucked on Lisa's right
breast.

   Susanna leaned close to Michael.

   "Michael, I'm sorry, this is not at all what I expected," she whispered.
"I'm not sure what to do."

   "Mom, like he said, just go with the flow," he whispered back.  "Nobody
here knows who we are.  If we get up and leave, we'll disturb everyone. 
Let's just go along for now.  You've kissed me before.  Find some place to
kiss me and just go along.  Do whatever is comfortable."

   Since Michael and Susanna sat on the far side of the room from the door,
they would have to weave their way past a roomful of writhing, naked bodies
if they wanted to leave.  It would look awkward, and it would upset the
mood of the room.  Plus, it would be difficult to explain.  The desire to
avoid making a scene seemed to persuade Susanna.

   "I guess you're right," she said.  "It would look weird if we suddenly
left."

   Michael felt more comfortable by the moment, except that his cock felt
like it was going to burst.  He wondered what his mom would do.  He figured
she'd kiss him on the cheek, but she didn't.  Instead, she leaned close to
him, then turned her face to his neck, where it met his shoulder.  Her lips
tickled as they touched his skin.  It wasn't much of a kiss at first, just
the faintest brush of her skin against his.  But it was electric.  No doubt
about it, Michael felt the energy passing between his mom's lips and his
neck.  He felt her lips give him a succession of soft kisses - so many he
lost count.  He'd never felt anything like it.  He felt, too, that his mom
finally was giving in to the moment, going with the flow, and letting her
own sensual energy wander and explore the connection with her son.  Michael
could scarcely believe what was happening.  But he was caught up in it too,
and he felt his desire surging inside him, along with the need that was
pent up and nearly bursting behind his hard cock.

   He put a hand behind his mom's head, running his fingers through her
thick hair while also pressing gently against her, pushing her lips harder
against his neck.  Susanna didn't resist.  She kept kissing her son.

   Michael looked around the room.  The air of soft sensuality was giving
way to outright sexuality.  He saw a woman planting light butterfly kisses
on the head of her partner's penis, which was erect, but not, Michael noted
with satisfaction, as long or as thick as his own.  As his mom kept kissing
him, Michael used his other hand to draw his mom closer to him, until his
cock head was no more than inches from her open pussy.  Michael imagined he
could feel the heat emanating from it and wrapping itself around his
member.

   In the background, Thomas gave further words of encouragement and
instruction, but Michael could barely concentrate on them, and they came
more infrequently, because Thomas himself was busy having his chest and
nipples kissed by his partner Adia.  Michael vaguely heard Thomas saying
something about taking turns and progressions and surges of energy, but it
didn't seem like the room needed his direction any further.  The pattern
had been established, and the couples were moving together in a group
rhythm.  After a while everyone seemed to understand when it was time to
move on to the next act.

   Susanna lifted her head away from Michael's neck, but not before giving
him a playful nibble.  Michael wondered if it would leave a mark; he hoped
it would.  The idea of his naked mom giving him a hickey turned him on. 
Susanna sat up straight again looking her son in the eyes.  Neither was
sure of the next step.  It was Michael's turn to kiss her.

   Michael decided to do the obvious.  He put a hand to his mother's cheek
and drew her to him, and he pressed his lips against hers.  Startled,
Susanna began to pull away, but Michael didn't let her.  He put his other
hand behind her head and held them together, fixed at the lips.  Her mouth
was closed, at first, but his mouth was firm and insistent on hers, until
it opened up.

   "Michael -" she started to say until more kisses stopped her.

   "Shhh, Mom," he whispered.  "Go with the flow." Michael was aware that
his whispering hadn't been as quiet as before, and he wondered if someone
nearby might have heard him say "mom." He was too busy kissing her to look
up and find out.

   Susanna appeared, finally, to be going more with the flow.  The
tenseness in her body slackened and she relaxed her head in her son's firm
hands.  He peppered her mouth with soft, rapid kisses, and then followed
them with a harder, more urgent kiss, pressing his tongue into her, past
lips and teeth that at first were resistant but gave way eventually to his
desire.

   The room now was filled with the sounds of love-making: moans and soft
cries, sucking and slurping noises, the slapping of bodies against each
other.  Over the hum of sexuality Thomas's voice came again, although it
sounded distant.

   "Everyone's doing great.  Feel that sexual energy.  Let it flow.  You
are free now to go at your own pace and rhythm.  Feel free to touch each
other and experience each other's sexuality at your own pace.  You'll feel
the synergy between you."

   Michael was feeling it now, for certain.  He was mashing his lips
against his mother's, his tongue working against hers.  He put a hand on
her neck and felt the rapid beat of her heart.  She was utterly passive
now, letting her son kiss her as he wished.  He'd never known his mom to be
so submissive, and it excited him to his core.  He couldn't kiss her deeply
enough or fast enough.  He couldn't get enough of her.  They kissed like
that for minutes more, until that indefinable but certain feeling came over
the room that it was time to move on.

   When they pulled back from each other, Michael saw his mom trembling,
her eyes watery and uncertain.  Michael could tell she didn't know what to
do.  Michael didn't either.  He looked around the room, and everywhere the
level of sexual activity had risen.  Legs were spread wide, cocks were
being rubbed and sucked, pussies were being licked and fingered.  Michael
decided that even though it was his mom's turn he'd take the initiative for
the next step to take the responsibility away from his mom.  He was winging
it, but he had an idea.  He leaned close to her ear.

   "Turn toward the wall."

   He guided her shoulders as he spoke, and Susanna followed the direction
of his hands.  She turned toward the wall, facing a mirror that rose from
the floor.  Michael and Susanna saw the reflections of their nude bodies.
Somehow it aroused Michael even more.  It was like watching himself in a
pornographic film.  When Susanna finally faced the mirror directly, Michael
scooted behind her, until his chest was pressed against her from behind and
his legs were splayed out to the side of hers.

   Michael pressed his butt forward along the floor until his cock head met
his mother's back.  She opened her mouth in surprise, and Michael could see
and hear her stifle a cry.  As he moved forward further the head of his
cock traced an upward line against her until its full, hard length was at
her back.  Susanna breathed heavily.  Michael didn't wait.  He moved his
hands around his mother until they rested on her thighs.  Then he pulled
them back, splayed wide, opening up his mom's pussy fully to his view. 
Wetness glistened between lips that were not fully closed.  Michael's hands
went to Susanna's belly, and then moved up.

   "Michael -" she started to say.

   "Mom, it's OK," Michael said.  "Just relax and go with the flow, like he
said.  It's OK, mom." He emphasized the last word, loud enough that he
thought someone might hear.  He could tell his mom wondered the same thing,
because she looked to both sides of her, as Michael did.  Everyone appeared
to be too busy with their own activity to notice or hear anything.

   Michael felt surprised at his own boldness and assertiveness.  He knew
why.  His arousal was overpowering.  He felt an overwhelming need to see
and touch and experience his mom.  He had to keep moving things forward. 
He had to take the next step.

   "Mom, look in the mirror.  Look at yourself."

   Michael sat directly behind his mom but with his head to the side, over
her shoulder.  Susanna stopped glancing at her neighbors and looked Michael
in the eye.

   "Don't look at me, mom.  Look at your body.  Look at your breasts."

   As he spoke, he cupped the underside of each full breast and squeezed.
Susanna gasped.

   "Michael, I think this is going too -"

   "Relax," he said, cutting her off.  "Relax and feel the energy, mom. 
You wanted to get something out of this program.  Let's get something out
of it.  It's not what you thought it would be, but we can still get
something out of it."

   His hands squeezed and kneaded her full breasts.

   "Mom, do you like being naked?" Michael whispered.

   "What do you mean?"

   "I mean, like this morning, on our hike, sitting on the rock, did you
like being naked in front of me?  Did you like showing yourself off?"

   It was hard to carry on a conversation in whispers, with the growing din
of lovemaking around them, so Michael put his mouth directly to Susanna's
ear.

   "I wasn't showing off.  I was trying to make a point," she said.

   "I know you were, mom.  But you liked it didn't you?"

   "Michael, I don't think that's -"

   "Mom," Michael said, a little more loudly than before.  "You've said
yourself this weekend it's important to be candid, to be honest.  You said
we should open up.  So open up.  Tell me.  I want to know the truth and I
want you to say it.  You liked it?  You like it now, don't you?"

   Michael could tell that his mother was struggling.  She didn't say
anything.

   "Come on, mom.  Tell me.  You like being naked for me.  Say it to me."

   Susanna's mouth opened, and it closed.  It opened and closed again.  She
struggled to say anything.

   "Say it, mom," Michael said.  "Say you like to be naked in front of me."

   "I like it," Susanna said at last.

   "I knew it," Michael said.  "And you like it now, being naked in the
mirror so I can see you?  You like that?  Say it, mom."

   "I . . .  I like it," Susanna said.

   "Then you'll like this, won't you mom," Michael said, as he took her
nipples between his fingers and rubbed his fingers around them.  "You'll
like the feeling of my fingers on you and knowing that you're showing off
your tits and that I'm grabbing them and feeling them.  You like that too,
mom?  Tell me."

   Michael saw his mother close her eyes in the mirror and exhale as his
fingers squeezed her hard nipples.

   "Tell me," he said.

   "Yes," she said.  "Yes.  I like it."

   Her words emboldened him, and Michael squeezed and caressed his mother's
breasts with more vigor.

   "Open your eyes, mom," he said.  "Look what I'm doing."

   Susanna opened her eyes and looked into the mirror as her son grabbed
and kneaded and massaged her breasts.  She moaned.

   "I like that, mom.  Grabbing your breasts.  Squeezing them.  I like
pinching your nipples." Michael took one between his thumb and forefinger
and pinched it hard.  Susanna let out a high-pitched squeak.

   Michael was in a frenzy now.  Any hesitation he'd felt before was gone.
His hands were on his mom's body and it was all he could think about.  He
wanted her body.  He needed her body.  He knew what his hands had to do
next.  Michael saw Susanna's head thrown back, eyes closed, soft sounds
escaping her lips.

   "Open your eyes, mom," he said.  "Look at us."

   Susanna opened her eyes and stared back into the mirror, at her son's
hands on her breasts.  The hands moved down, slowly over her belly,
caressing it as they descended.  Michael's left hand stopped at her thigh,
pushing it back.  His right hand kept going.  It stopped when his fingers
reached the hood of her clit.

   "Michael, what are you doing?" Susanna whispered.

   "I'm doing what I want to do, mom," he said.  "What I need to do." His
finger moved over the top of her clit and began tracing small, quick
circles over it.  Susanna moaned.

   "Michael, you can't do that," she said.  "You have to stop." But she
pushed her pelvis forward to increase the pressure of his finger on her
clit hood.

   "I'm not going to stop, mom," Michael said.  "You don't really want me
to.  You like this.  Admit it.  Admit it."

   Susanna didn't say anything for a while, but words escaped her lips at
last in a quiet rush.

   "It does feel good," she said, her head thrown back.

   "Look back at yourself in the mirror, mom," Michael said.  Susanna did.
With two fingers Michael spread his mother's lips open so both he and she
could see her open pussy in the mirror.

   "Oh, Michael," she said.

   "I'm spreading you open, mom," he said.  "Look at yourself.  You've been
showing yourself off and spreading open ever since we got here.  You liked
doing that this morning, didn't you?  You liked spreading yourself open for
me?"

   "Michael," she said.  "I was trying to make a point."

   "I know," Michael said.  "But that wasn't all of it, was it?  You wanted
to show off.  It turned you on, didn't it?  Tell me, mom.  Tell me it
turned you on."

   "It turned me on," she said.

   Michael's middle finger descended below her clit, into her wetness.  He
pushed it in.  Her pussy was tight and deep, but he kept pushing.  He had
to hold his hand at just the right angle, so his finger could press all the
way into her.  He heard his mom sighing and moaning more.  When his finger
was all the way in, he curved it up until he felt what he was seeking - a
soft spongy mass.  While his middle finger pushed against it his thumb
pressed down on her clit.  Susanna whimpered.

   "That's your G-spot, isn't it, mom?" he asked.

   "Oh, oh, oh," she said, breaths coming out fast and high-pitched.  "Yes.
You found it.  That feels so good."

   Susanna's body had gone slack in Michael's arms.  He knew at that point
he had her - that she would do whatever he wanted her to do.  He wanted
more.  But for a moment he wanted to enjoy the sensation of his finger
delving deeply into her wet cunt.  She grew wetter with every moment.  His
finger moved around, exploring and enjoying her depths.

   Michael's eyes savored the sight of his mother's pussy filled by his
finger.  He liked the way the rocking of his finger mashed and moved her
pussy lips in a steady rhythm.  He looked at his mother's face and he liked
the way her eyes were closed and her mouth was open and soft feral sounds
came out of it at an irregular pace.  He kept a steady speed with his
finger, fucking his mother's pussy with it, in and out, in and out.

   Michael looked in the mirror at the people around him.  Troy lay back on
his mat, Lisa sucking his cock, but Troy's eyes were focused on the mirror,
staring at Michael's mom's pussy.  Michael liked that.  He was consumed by
the idea of his mom showing off.  While his finger continued pushing in and
out of her, his free hand pushed his mom's thigh back so Troy could get a
better view.  Susanna's eyes snapped open at the touch of his hand,
focusing on her son.  Michael glanced from his mom to Troy to let his mom
see what he'd done.  Susanna's eyes widened when she realized Michael was
exposing the finger-fucking of her pussy to someone's view.  But she did
nothing to close her legs.  She let Troy look.

   Michael pushed his finger in and out of his mother's pussy.  It got
wetter and wetter, until he felt her wetness dripping and spreading over
his hand.  Michael loved the feel of her pussy on his finger, but he needed
more.

   He withdrew his finger, and he saw his mom look at him with surprise. 
Michael didn't say anything.  He grabbed his mom by the waist with his
hands, and he moved her up and back while he inclined his body half way to
the floor.  In the mirror, his hard, straight cock popped into view between
Susanna's thighs.  That's where Michael wanted it.  Susanna's pussy was
open and wet, showing the signs of being freshly fucked by Michael's
finger. Michael's tall, hard cock bobbed and knocked against her inner
thighs and against the lips of her pussy.

   "Michael," Susanna said.  "We need to stop.  We can't do this."

   "Sure, we can . . .  mom," Michael said, saying the word louder than
before.  "I just fucked your pussy with my finger.  You liked it.  I'm
going to fuck you with my cock now."

   "We can't do that," she said, her voice weak and uncertain.

   "We can and we will," Michael said.  He took a hand off his mom's waist
and brought it to his cock, long and hard, its bulbous head almost
bursting.

   Susanna didn't say anything.  Her son controlled her body now, and she
sat passive in his lap and arms awaiting his direction.  Michael didn't
wait longer.  He grabbed his cock in his hand and pressed it back against
his mother's pussy.  He slapped it against her clit, several times.  Then
he moved the head up and down against her wet furrow, watching her lips
mashed and spread to the side of it.

   Oh my God this feels good, he thought.  His cock was pushed up against
his mother's pussy.  It wasn't quite in it, but it was pressed up against
it, the lips framing and cupping its hard length.

   He looked at Troy and Troy still was staring at the space between
Susanna's open legs.  He seemed mesmerized by it, even though his
girlfriend Lisa was stroking and sucking him with great energy.

   "You need to say it, mom," Michael said.

   "What . . .  what you do you mean?" Susanna asked.  Her words came out
punctuated by deep fast breaths.  Michael felt her pulse beat furiously.

   "You know what, mom," Michael said.  "You know what I need to do next. I
need my cock inside you.  But I want you to say it.  Say it, mom."

   "Oh, Michael," she said, her body undulating, uncontrolled and fighting
her words.  "I can't do it."

   "Yes, you can," Michael said.  "Say it." His hand pushed his cock
against his mom's pussy harder, and he moved the head of it against his
mother's clit in insistent circles.

   "Oh," she said.

   "Say it, mom," he said.  "Say it."

   For a full minute she said nothing.  Her body rose and fell against her
son, and the furrow of her sex encased and rubbed against the hard, young
cock of her son.  She tried to stop moaning but she couldn't.

   "Say it, mom," Michael said.  He kept rubbing his cock, harder than he
ever remembered it being, against her.

   "Yes," she said.

   "Yes what, mom?" he asked.  "Tell me."

   "Do it," she said.

   "Do what, mom?" Michael asked again, his voice louder.  He looked to
Troy and Troy's eyes were open with amazement.  Michael could tell Troy had
heard him.

   "Put it in," she said.

   "No, mom," Michael said.  "Say it.  Say it right.  Say what you want me
to do.  Say what you want your son to do to you."

   She rose and breathed with two more undulations and relented.

   "Fuck me, Michael," she said.  "Fuck me."

   "Gladly, mom," Michael said.  With his hand he directed the bulb head
into his mother.  For a moment in the mirror he observed the pink, wet
inside of her pussy, before his cock filled it.  He pushed up and in.  He
pulled her down onto him with his other hand.  He was surprised at how fast
it went.  Her wetness helped.  It only took a second for the full length of
his cock to disappear into his mother's cunt.

   "Now look at it, mom," he said.

   After a second or two her eyes opened, and Michael saw them turn to the
junction between his cock and her pussy.  Her eyes widened and turned
glassy, and her mouth hung open.  Her pussy lips held fast to the width of
his cock, buried almost entirely inside her.

   Michael pushed his bottom off the floor and pulled his mom's body down
onto his body to fill her more deeply.  Susanna responded.  She lifted off
him, revealing the long and hard length of his cock slicked by her juices.
Then she pushed down, filling herself once more.

   They took up a steady, slow rhythm, both watching themselves fucking
each other in the mirror.  The sight of his mom's pussy on his cock was
nearly as exquisite as the feel of it.  Michael couldn't believe how good
it felt - better than anything he'd ever experienced.  And there were no
words to describe the delicious sight of her pussy rising and falling on
his cock.

   I'm fucking my mom!  Michael thought.  He was, but he could barely
believe it.

   Michael looked in the mirror at the naked, writhing bodies around him.
Every couple was engaged in intimacy of some kind or another, but none were
fucking as brazenly as Michael and his mom.  Lisa was sucking hard and fast
on Troy's thin, hard cock, but Troy was watching Michael and Susanna in the
mirror.  Michael liked that.  He wanted people seeing him fucking his
mother.  He didn't know what had come over him, but he suddenly felt
consumed by the need to have as many people as possible seeing his cock in
his mother.

   "Mom," said Michael, quietly.

   "Michael," said Susanna, whispering in reply.

   "Mom," said Michael, louder, pushing inside her.

   "Oh, Michael, yes," said Susanna, still whispering, but gasping and
gulping air, too.

   "I love fucking you, MOM," Michael said, emphasizing the last word.

   In the mirror, Michael saw Troy's eyes widen and his jaw drop.  He'd
heard.  The secret was out.  Troy knew Susanna and Michael were mother and
son.  He looked at Michael in the mirror, eyes wide, seeking confirmation.

   Michael nodded with a thin smile.  He wanted Troy to know.  He wanted
everyone to know.  He wanted everyone to see him fucking his hot mother. 
He'd crossed a crazy line, and he didn't care anymore what anyone knew or
what anyone thought.

   "Oh, mom, I love fucking you!" he yelled.

   Michael looked up and out at the room, watching heads swivel toward
them. Faces intent on intimacy with their partners now turned toward
Michael and Susanna.  Mouths opened wide.  Michael smirked as he kept
fucking his mom.  He'd got their attention.  His mom didn't seem to notice.
Her eyes were cast down, intent on the sight of her son's hard cock pumping
in and out of her.  Michael saw his mom's face mesmerized by their movement
in the mirror.

   Now that he had the room's intention, Michael decided to take another
step.  With his mom still rising and falling on him, he swiveled his butt
on the mat, moving his mom's body around with strong hands.  When he was
done, they faced the room, legs spread, giving everyone in the room a show.
All around them nude bodies writhed and fucked each other, but some had
stopped moving, and Michael quickly counted about half the faces turned
toward his mother and himself.

   "Michael -"

   "What is it, mom?" he asked, loudly enough for others to hear.

   "They're looking at us," she whispered, leaning her head back and
turning her lips to his ear.

   "They are," he said.

   "We shouldn't do this."

   "You could stop," he said.  "You haven't."

   His mom's lithe body rocked against his as fast as before.  When she
rose above him Michael knew his cock was exposed and that the entire room
could see the lewd display of the union of mother and son.  He knew the men
were looking at his mother's pussy while his cock pumped away at it.  He
liked that.  Inside his breast some deep animal force rose, fierce and
determined.  He'd never felt this way - for his mother or for any woman. 
But he felt it now, and its full force was directed at the beautiful woman
he was fucking before a roomful of people: his mother.

   He loved the feeling of his mom rising and falling on him, but he wanted
more.  He needed more.  He burned with unsatiated need, even as he savored
the snug grip of his mom's pussy on his cock.

   Without warning to his mom, he grabbed her hips suddenly and lifted her
off his cock, which left her pussy with an audible plop and bobbed
underneath her emptied and open cunt.

   "Michael, what are you doing?" she asked, turning to him.

   "Turn around," he said, with a low growl in his voice.  Michael was
startled at himself.  He'd never been this way before.  He turned his mom
around, back to the room.  Then he pushed her back, against her chest, not
roughly, but not too gently, either.  She gave way and lay back against the
floor.

   "Michael, what -." She didn't finish.

   "Let me do this, mom," Michael said.  "I know what I want." He looked
into his mom's eyes, at the surprise and wonder they revealed.  She was
seeing it too, he could tell: the deep bestial hunger in her son's face,
hunger for her.  He could tell she craved it, too.

   When she lay fully back on the floor mat, Michael grabbed her hips and
lifted them.  His arm muscles tensed.  He scanned the room.  It was quieter
now, most of the people in the room forgetting sex with their own partners
and captivated by the spectacle of Michael and his mom.  Michael's muscles
rippled as he lifted his mother's ass off the map.  It suddenly occurred to
Michael that he and his mom were also the best-looking couple in the room.
He was going to give everyone in the room a show.

   When his mom's ass was completely off the mat, Michael grabbed her
thighs, spread them open, and pushed them back and away from him.  His
mom's legs careened through the air, back, back, back, until her feet hit
the mat, far apart, behind her head.  His mom stared into his face, her
mouth a big, silent "O." With her legs so far apart, her pussy was opened
wide.  Michael peered into its pink depths.  The interior glistened in the
ambient light filtered through the frosted windows.  With one hand Michael
steadied his mom's ass suspended a foot or more over the mat.  With the
other he peeled her lips back farther, to give everyone a good view.  He
snuck a glance at his mom, who seemed to be struck silent and immobile by
her son's boldness, and then he glanced at the roomful of people silent and
awestruck at what they were witnessing.

   Michael edged along the mat on his knees toward his mom, between her
widespread legs.  His cock stood straight out and bobbed over the gaping
flower of her pussy.  He moved his hand from her pussy to his cock and held
its pinkish-purple swollen head toward her.  He pushed, entering quickly.
He pushed again, and in a moment, he was inside her all the way.

   The rush of fucking his mom was exquisite, but it wasn't enough. 
Michael wanted others to see it.  When he pulled out, he did almost all the
way, until only the tip of his cock was between her lips.  He wanted
everyone in the room to see them, joined, furiously fucking each other,
mother and son.  His hands gripped his mom's thighs tightly, to hold her in
place and expose her.  His cock pumped in and out of her, urgently.  A
sudden gush of wetness came forth, splashing his thighs.

   "Mom," he grunted, loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.  His
cock pumped into her, never stopping, never slowing.

   "Michael," Susanna said, her voice quieter than Michael's.  Her body
undulated against his in response to his furious fucking of her.

   A howling storm of desire rose up through Michael's breast, like nothing
he'd ever felt before.  He did not know what had come over him.  Only a day
before he had been timid and fearful at the idea of being naked in front of
people.  Now, only 24 hours later, he wanted everyone in the room watching
his stiff, throbbing cock pumping into his spread-open mother.  He didn't
understand it.  But he didn't have to.  He was consumed by the need to fuck
his mom and have everyone around them see him doing it.

   Michael looked at his mom's face, wondering what she was thinking.  Her
eyes were closed, but her lips were parted, and they let out a soft,
high-pitched squeal with every thrust of his cock into her.  Her pussy, and
all the pale skin around it, was soaked with her wetness.  Michael saw it
running down her extended legs and dripping off her.  Drops from his mom
fell onto the mat below.  He almost didn't recognize the wild creature
under him as his mother.  She was something else now, submitting to his
fast, hard fucking of her.

   Without letting up on her, he raised his eyes to scan the room around
him.  Everyone now was looking at them, absorbed by their incestuous
coupling.  Michael stared at Thomas.  Thomas wasn't looking at Michael. 
His eyes were turned down, on Susanna's open sex being fucked and filled.
His mouth was agape.

   Michael decided to take their performance to its last act.  He looked
down again, eyes on his mother, her breasts bobbing and heaving every which
way, her body lacquered from sweat and the fluid gushing from her open
pussy.  Her hands were thrown back, over her head, and her eyes were
closed. But then they opened, and Michael and his mom held their eyes on
each other's as they kept fucking.

   With a deep growl Michael pulled his cock almost all the way out and
pushed in deeper and harder.  Susanna let out a breathy shriek and called
his name.

   "Michael!" she cried.  "Michael.  Oh god.  Oh god." Her back-stretched
legs rocked and quivered under her son's firm hands.

   Michael forgot about their audience and concentrated all his energy on
his mother's splayed-open pussy.  He wanted to pull out of her as far as
possible with each upstroke without pulling out altogether, and it took all
his concentration.  He sought that delicious feel of her lips on his
cockhead, over and over, and the satisfaction of it diving down deep, deep,
deep into the center of her wetness and womanhood.  His surroundings became
a blur.  No reality existed other than their fucking.

   "I'm going to give it you, mom," he called, loudly, so everyone could
hear.  "Do you want it?"

   "Oh, Michael, Michael."

   "Do you want it, mom?  Do you want it?  Say it."

   "Oh, oh," she said, the sound of her voice muted by her fast, shallow
breathing.  "I, I -"

   "Say it, mom.  Say it so everyone can hear."

   Their fucking grew louder as their bodies, wetter with every minute,
slapped together hard.

   "I want it."

   "What do you want, mom?" Michael kept repeating the word, so she would
hear, and everyone would hear.

   He looked at her face, her eyes open and on his, desire and wonder on
her face, long hair strewn back against the mat.  Her mouth opened and he
could tell she was trying to say something and struggling to get the words
out.  At last the words came over her labored breathing.

   "Make me come!" she cried.

   "You got it, mom."

   Michael moved his hands up her thighs, closer to her hips, and pulled
her hard toward him with every stroke into her.  He sped up his pace,
thrusting into her harder and faster than before.

   Susanna's eyes rolled back, and her mouth let out strange animal sounds,
rising in pitch and volume to a crescendo.  Michael, while keeping up the
pace of his fucking her, took one hand away from her thigh.  He pressed a
palm to her clit and moved it in circles.  She cried out, and then he felt
her come.

   Her body spasmed from side to side and she put a hand over her face. 
Her legs shook and her feet rose from the mat and splayed out above her
head.  But Michael didn't stop.  He was close too.  After a few more deep
thrusts of his cock into her, he was ready.  He felt the welling up inside
him.  Ecstasy spread from his loins and engulfed him.  At the last minute
he pulled his cock out of his mom, grabbed it, and pointed the tip of it at
her chest.

   His cock erupted, a thick white geyser of cum spraying her belly and
chest.  It fell heavily on her skin, creamy and translucent, covering her,
frosting her.  Michael kneeled, transfixed over the sight of his mom on the
mat beneath him.  He milked his cock, hand squeezing the thick purply bulb
further until every drop had fallen onto her.  Her body, wet with her cum
and his cum and their mixed sweat, shone in the bright afternoon light
coming through the windows.  Her eyes were closed.  Her body kept
twitching, in paroxysms of diminishing intensity.

   In another minute, Michael's mom lay in repose under him, legs open and
oblivious to her surroundings.  Her breath slowed, but soft, high-pitched
moans still escaped her lips.  It was the only sound in the room.  The nude
couples around them sat or lay silent, watching Michael and his mom.

   After a time - Michael didn't know how long it was, but it felt like an
eternity - Thomas spoke, breaking the tomb-like silence.

   "Um, well . . .  it looks like time's ended for our session today.  I,
uh, uh . . .  I hope you all feel you've learned something about intimacy."

   Thomas's voice interrupted Susanna's reverie, and she opened her eyes
and gazed at her son.  Her eyes were glassy, filled with wonder, desire,
and uncertainty.  Drops of cum flecked her chin and cheeks.

   Michael looked around the room.  Some people were still looking at
Michael and his mother.  Other couples were looking at one another,
uncertain about whether to leave or whether to keep watching.  Thomas, the
leader, didn't seem to know what to do.  Michael decided it was time to
leave.

   He stood up and offered his hand to his mother.

   "Let's go, mom."

   "OK," she said, voice barely audible.  She took his hand and he pulled
her up.  Michael put his arm around Susanna's waist and escorted her to the
door.  The crowd parted for them.  Michael caught Troy's gaze, and Troy
mouthed the words, "Holy fuck."

   Michael and Susanna stepped outside the pavilion into the afternoon sun.
Michael saw his mom's cum-covered body gleam in the afternoon light.  His
cum, mixed with hers, trickled down her chest as they walked back to their
room.  His mom wobbled in his arms, her legs unsteady.  Michael held on to
her all the way to the room.  Susanna said nothing on the way, but she
shook her head a few times.  Once inside the room he guided her to the
shower.  He let her take it by herself.  When she was finished, he hurried
into the shower to wash himself off.  Three minutes later he turned off the
shower head and walked out of the bathroom.  His mom sat on the bed with a
towel around her.  She stared at him.

   "What just happened, Michael?"

   "Well," he said, "I think we just finished Session 1 of the Human
Synergy Institute's program on synergistic sexuality."

   His mom wasn't completely tracking.  She shook her head.

   "No, I mean -"." She paused.  "Michael . . .  we just had sex."

   "We did," he said.

   "In front of people," she said.

   "We did that, too," he said.

   "How . . .  what . . .." She tried to continue her thought but couldn't.

   "Mom," Michael said.  "How about if we talk about it in the car.  Let's
go home."

   It took her a few seconds before she nodded.  They gathered their few
things and left the room.  Walking back to the office, Susanna kept her
head down and avoided looking at anyone.  But Michael looked, into the eyes
of everyone who glanced his way.  He didn't know why, but he felt
emboldened and surer of himself than he could remember feeling in a long
time.

   In another minute they were in the locker room.  They retrieved their
clothes and dressed quickly.  This time, Michael watched his mom dress. 
After the previous 24 hours it seemed strange to see her body covered. 
When they were done, they walked together, hand in hand, to the front desk.
Mimi stood behind it.

   "Hello, Ms.  Penley," she said.  "Are you checking out?  You're early. I
hope your time at Anders was enjoyable and productive."

   "Yes," Susanna said, her voice still quiet.  "Very, um, enjoyable.  And
educational."

   Mimi stared at a computer screen and her fingers flew over a keyboard.

   "All set to go," she said, with a wide smile.  "We hope you come back
soon!"

   "We'll see," said Susanna, after a beat.

   Two minutes later, in the car, Susanna paused before turning on the
ignition.

   "Michael," she said.  "We had sex this afternoon.  In front of a lot of
people.  They know you're my son.  They know what we did."

   Michael admitted to himself that what happened was pretty fucking weird.
He could barely believe it was real.  But he could tell his mom was on edge
about it and he didn't want to reveal his own feelings.

   "Yeah, we had sex," he said, his voice even.  "We fucked."

   Susanna winced at his use of the word.

   "What do you think about that?" she asked.

   "Mom, what do you think about it?" he asked.  "I liked fucking you.  I
really liked it.  I loved it.  But what do you think?  You planned this
trip.  It turned out kind of different from what we expected, but you're
the one who got us here.  You and I fucked.  What do you think about that?"

   She didn't answer right away.  She stared ahead, through the windshield
toward the tan hills, hands gripping the steering wheel.

   "I liked it," she said at last.  "I liked the way you fucked me."

   "Good," he said.  "Let's go home now.  We'll talk about it later."

   Susanna stepped on the gas and started driving.  They heard the crunch
of gravel again until the car regained the highway.

   Michael turned to his mom as she drove away from Anders Hot Springs.

   "Connor was right," he mumbled.

   "What?" Susanna asked.

   Michael smiled and looked his mom in the face.

   "You've got it going on, mom."

   "What does that mean?" she asked, without looking at him.  She had to
keep her eyes on the road because it was narrow and twisty as they left the
hot springs resort behind them.

   Michael didn't say anything.  He couldn't explain it.  But he knew that
he'd show her when they got home.


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