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 Title: Ticks and Leeches


Summary: A mom, a son, a motel.  You get the drift.


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot



   The news of my father's death was hard enough.  The revelations that
surfaced about his secret life made the passing all the more traumatic for
the family.  Two mistresses attended the funeral; Mom having to be held
back in her fury when one of them attempted to present her with Dad's
possessions.  A heart attack had taken him whilst in the woman's presence.
In 'the act,' I learned.  Dad being a big guy, it gave me some satisfaction
to know 'she' had been caught under his dead weight for however long it
took to extract herself.  Just desserts for sleeping with a man she knew
was married, I decided.  Eventually I accepted his things from her and
dumped them in the trunk of my car just to get them out of sight while the
mood at the service tempered.

   Three years at least, we discovered he'd been cheating on Mom and it was
likely his conquests didn't end with the two that attended.  Overall, it
was an understandably stressful few days and when it was all done and I had
Dad's ashes beside me on the way back from the funeral home a week later, I
was glad we could finally put the whole event behind us and all move on
with our lives.  And then I remembered Dad's possessions in the rear of my
car...

   It wasn't pleasant holding a dead man's clothes.  His wallet was empty
of cash and knowing Dad always carried at least a twenty, I wondered if
'she' had taken it as recompense for being 'died upon?' His phone down to
one bar of battery was locked of course, but knowing Dad, I typed
'password' when prompted and it opened up to me to access.

   Out of curiosity I looked at his messages and saw the evidence of his
affairs all over it.  If he was trying to keep it secret from his wife, he
wasn't doing much to cover his tracks.  Maybe he just didn't care, wanted
her to find out?  Why wouldn't he have just divorced her if he was no
longer happy?  I certainly had never suspected there had been problems. 
Nor had Mom form her reaction to the mistresses.

   I was on the verge of dismissing the phone when I thought about the
search history, any potential downloads, even the camera.  I didn't want to
give it back to Mom to have her find something offensive in the files and
after finding his browser empty, I navigated my way through to his gallery.

   My life would certainly never be the same again.

   The three photos of my mother told me exactly when and where they'd been
taken, my sister and I having made much of her appearance on the night of
their 30th wedding anniversary.  The tight white dress she'd worn being so
out of character to her regular demeanor.  Dad had obviously noticed as
well.  The first picture was of her sitting cross-legged in the booth we'd
occupied.  Yes, she was showing a great deal of leg, but it was innocent
enough and could have been taken when both my sister and I were present. 
The latter two however were not, and it had me wondering when in hell
they'd actually done it?

   In the second, Mom had her legs parted.  She stared directly at the
camera, a smile on her face clearly aware of the way she sat.  The dress
had been mid-thigh but with the spreading of her legs had risen to her hips
exposing what I first assumed was a perfectly hairless pussy.  The photos
not of a high definition, upon further examination revealed to be flesh
colored underwear.  Regardless, I felt light headed, looking on an
'upskirt' of my own mother.

   With a swipe I came upon the last.  Mom with head turned, possibly to be
sure she wasn't being observed.  She remained spread legged, only now with
panties removed, dark brown hair lavishly coating her pubic mound.  The
addition of the front of her dress pulled down, breasts exposed, hands
holding them suggestively.  Of course, I'd seen similar on porn sites. 
Mature women flashing for their husbands in public.  Had devoted time
myself to admiring such.  To see my own mother depicted the same way was
mind-blowing, confronting, and yet, even though I hated to admit at the
time, arousing.  I had to remind myself to breathe as I took in this new
reality, swallowing painfully with a dry throat.

   There were other photos.  The women my father had been fucking behind
everyone's backs, including their own.  Their's weren't so affecting to me.
My feelings toward them not hidden, the appearance of them naked,
provocative, disgusted me more than intrigued and when I swiped onto what
was clearly my very own father's cock, I chose to end my perusal, deleting
all but the chosen three.

   Emailing them to myself was my first indiscretion I supposed.  Deleting
them from Dad's phone along with the others probably wasn't my call to make
but I justified it somehow.  Did Mom know they were on Dad's phone?  If so,
surely she'd have been more eager to regain his possessions.  No, it was
better this way.  She'd never know, and with them now safe on my phone
alone, Mom nor my sister would ever be troubled by the knowledge.

   *

   She looked different to me somehow when I arrived at her house to drop
off Dad's things.  Not in appearance, she was still 'Mom,' only now (and I
know it sounds stupid,) she seemed more of a woman.  Her legs that were so
bare in the photo, now covered by tight Levi's, her ass filling out the
rear.  The bulge of pussy pressing hard against the denim, for the first
time catching my eye, now aware there was a thick furrow of pubic hair
lurking behind.  The green t-shirt she had on did little to obscure her
breasts.  One's that I'd seen uncovered half an hour before as she held
them towards the camera.  That I could now look upon with a swipe of my
phone any time I chose.

   I felt my cock stir at the recollection and forced my eyes from her tits
as she passed a cup of tea across the table.  Dad's ashes and the bag of
his belongings sat before her and the first item she pulled from it was his
phone, my face blushing as she made to turn it on.

   "Dead," she remarked when she found the battery drained and set it
aside. It was a blessing I supposed.  If she was aware the photos were on
there, with the battery exhausted she'd assume I hadn't been able to view
them either.  Mom scoffed much as I'd done when she found his wallet empty
and we gave each other a knowing look.  "So, what do we do with these?" Her
hand rested on the small wooden box containing his ashes.

   "It's up to you I guess.  Keep them.  Scatter them somewhere," I
offered. "Do you want them in the house?"

   "No," Mom assuredly responded.  "I want him gone," she followed up
before throwing a hand over her mouth.  "Oh, that sounds terrible doesn't
it?"

   "No, it's understandable Mom.  What he did..." I shook my head.

   I watched as she pulled his tie from the bag, running her fingers over
the silk.

   "I gave him this," she paused, wrapping the material around her hand. 
"We did love each other," her eyes rose to meet mine and I saw a great
sadness that she was trying desperately to hide.

   "I know Mom, it's alright," I ran a hand across the surface of the table
and she reached out with her spare, her fingers interlocking with mine. 
Her hand so small, the skin so soft, amid her grieving I scolded myself for
becoming aroused at the connection, as my penis stiffened beneath the
table.

   "Maybe your father's fishing spot?" she stated, and confused I asked her
to repeat it.

   "I mean his ashes," she explained.  "What if we scattered them on the
river.  We could all drive up together.  I don't know, spend a night in
that old motel we used to stay in?  Maybe next weekend.  We did have some
good times up there," she insisted.

   By 'all,' I assumed Mom was meaning my older sister Bonnie and I didn't
like the chances of her going along with Mom's plan.

   "I think that'd be a great idea Mom," I concurred, stroking the back of
her hand with my thumb.  "In fact, I'll call Bonnie now."

   I wasn't thinking straight, I knew.  The mention of the motel upstate
was bring back memories of happy times yes.  It also brought up an incident
that affected much of my adolescence and was probably the catalyst for my
current Oedipal obsession.

   The motel we stayed in looked exactly like the 'Bates motel' from the
movie!  Albeit minus the creepy house on the hill and the lake behind.  We
called it as such whenever vacation plans were made, once a year for easily
more than ten we'd make the journey, Mom and Dad continuing on the
tradition long after Bonnie and I ceased holidaying with them.  Dad's prime
and secret fishing spot the reason for the four-hour long drive there and
back.

   On the first mention of Dad's ashes, Bonnie responded how I'd assumed
she would.

   "He's dead to me Dale...literally!" Bonnie replied.  "What he did to
Mom, to all of us.  I don't care what you do with his ashes.  Frankly I'm
amazed Mom would honor him like that."

   "We did have some good times Bonn," I half-heartedly attempted to change
her mind.  "You can't do it for Mom?"

   She was adamant in her denial and I did no further to sway her resolve.
In my head I was already sharing a motel room with Mom due to some mix up!
'Only one bed!  Oh no, I guess we'll have to sleep together!' the thought
bringing a smile to my face.  As I hung up from my sister, I sported a
ridiculously large lump in the front of my pants and visited the bathroom
on the way back from the rear porch.

   It had been more than five years since I'd jerked off in my parent's
house, standing above the toilet with cock in hand all too familiar.  My
inspiration was the anomaly.  My phone displaying the three photos of Mom.
Her legs spread for me.  I imagined it was I taking the photos.  That she'd
removed her panties for me, passed them to me and were safe in my pocket.
She would touch my cock under the table, I her pussy.  Later we'd fuck. 
No. In the car.  She'd slide down my length and we'd kiss...I came with
force upon the raised toilet seat, cursing myself for my indiscretion and
coming down from my incestuous euphoria, scolding myself for my current
forbidden obsession.  It's not going to happen Dale, I told myself as I
wiped up the mess I'd created.  She's your mother dude.  She's not
interested.  I resigned myself to the fact I had the photos, and that would
have to do.

   For now.  A little voice whispered in the back of my brain.

   *

   "What did they say when you made the booking?" Mom excitedly asked and I
glanced across to her in the passenger seat.

   "What are you talking about?" I laughed.  "I just did it online.  Why
would I call them?"

   "Oh, I don't know," she smiled.  "Just, being family run I thought you'd
call.  They'd remember you for sure.  Could've got a better deal."

   "It's a weird little motel in a weird little county, well off the
highway.  A better deal and they'd have been paying us to stay there. 
Don't worry, it didn't cost much," I assured her.

   "So you don't know if Merle and Audrey still own the place?" Mom
inquired.

   "Was that their names?  No idea," I admitted.  "When was the last time
you and Dad came?"

   Mom looked out the window at the passing countryside, furrowing her
brow. "It must be three or four years or so I think.  I know we planned to
come up for our 30th wedding anniversary but..." she added, not finishing
the sentence and I felt myself blush at the mention of same, the photos
calling me from my phone.

   We stopped at a diner and ordered burgers and fries and as I sat in the
booth post lunch I watched Mom from the rear chatting to the woman behind
the counter about the weather, the country.  She wore leggings.  Not out of
the ordinary.  My admiration of her ass in them was, I supposed.  The
sweater she sported came down half way across her buttocks, more revealed
as she leaned into the counter top.  Her ass wasn't huge, it also wasn't
petite.  There was ample to grab, of that I was sure, the gray material
cinching between her cheeks, the line of her panties visible through the
fabric.  So, she was wearing underwear, I mused and found myself longing to
stare at the images once more.

   I contented myself with remembrances of the past.  The 'Bates Motel,' I
pondered.  The photos on my phone weren't the first time I'd seen my mother
naked.  Our second year visiting the area.  The nickname for the motel well
established, Dad thought it would be funny if we played a trick on Mom.  We
all did.  I'd seen the movie, so even at my young age I knew the scenario.
It was all innocent of course, Bonnie and Dad dressing me in one of Mom's
dresses.  Giving me the plastic knife.  Ambushing Mom whilst she was in the
shower with Dad and my sister accompanying with screeching violin sounds.
It was all fun and games and everyone laughed at the time.

   Later however.  I looked upon it differently.  As the years passed the
memory grew in my head.  I'd seen her naked of course but as a child I
didn't consider the implications.  My older self saw it differently.  She
fueled teenage fantasies.  She was the inspiration for nighttime emissions.
When I closed my eyes I saw her, a naked woman, in the shower, her body
glistening with water.  She was the first woman I loved, she was the first
woman I came to.

   The snap of fingers before my eyes brought me out of my daydream and I
turned my head to look directly into my mother's crotch, the leggings tight
over her pronounced pussy bulge, the hint of cameltoe.

   "You ready to get going Mister?" She smiled when I managed to lift my
eyes to meet hers.

   An erection tenting the front of my pants, I was ready for anything.

   *

   "Well it hasn't changed," Mom observed as we pulled up into the parking
lot.

   "I don't know if that's a good or a bad thing," I laughed as we headed
for the reception.

   "I thought it was you lot," the large woman behind the desk greeted Mom.
I had a vague recollection of Audrey, the owner, but she seemed to have no
trouble recalling me.  "I saw the name the booking was under and I wondered
if it was y'all.  And look, if it isn't little Dale!  Not so little
anymore. How have y'all been?  Where's the rest of you?"

   Mom filled her in with the details of our situation and the two women
bonded over the mutual loss of their partners.  I was just grateful she was
conducting the check-in as they talked which allowed me to pick up the keys
to the rooms and bring in the bags from the car.

   No 'mix-up' unfortunately.  We did get adjoining rooms however, with an
interconnecting door that I promptly unlocked.  It was just as I
remembered, and so many memories rose to the surface.  Bonnie and I in one
room.  Mom and Dad in the adjacent, just as now.  The sun was getting low
over the hills and Mom finally came and found me as I was unpacking some of
my clothing.

   "Well I guess we won't be going up there today," she addressed the
sinking sun.  "I forgot how quickly it gets dark in the valley," she added.

   I looked at her in the doorway, surprised to see her holding the ashes.

   "What are you doing with them?" I nodded toward her hands.

   She looked down and seemed herself surprised to be holding the box, her
eyes drifting back to mine, gradually filling with tears.

   "I don't know," her shoulders slumped and it was then I realized it was
the first time I'd seen my mother cry since Dad died.

   For all I knew it was the first time she HAD cried, as I coaxed her back
into her room.  She placed the ashes on the small table beside the window
and allowed herself to be seated on the bed.

   "Mom, it's alright," I attempted to console her as she seemed to be
fighting the tears.  "It's ok to grieve."

   "I hate him Dale," Mom admitted as she clutched my hand beside her. 
"For what he did.  For how we were the last few years."

   I wondered what that meant?  Had they been having problems that me and
Bonnie were kept in the dark about?

   "But I loved him.  I still do love him," she asserted.

   "I know Mom," I placed an arm over her shoulder and could smell her
tears.  "I feel the same.  One day I think we'll forgive him.  Even
Bonnie," I added.  "But that's not going to take away the hurt.  We won't
forget.  But we also won't forget the fun times," I posited.

   The words seemed to have some effect on her and she snuggled into my
embrace, placing a hand upon my thigh.  I honestly wasn't thinking sexually
at the time despite our closeness, I just wanted to be there for her, to
comfort her.

   "When did you become so mature?" Mom giggled snuffling.

   "I'm twenty five," I laughed.  "It had to happen sooner or later."

   She again laughed and then said something out of the blue.

   "Can you hold me?" She tentatively looked into my eyes through her tears

   I thought I already was, but when I nodded my agreement, she broke my
embrace and moved to lie on the bed.  A million thoughts ran through my
head as she presented her back to me and I understood I was to hug her from
behind.

   We didn't do this!  I figured that under the circumstances regular
behavior went out the window somewhat.  If Mom wanted to be comforted by
her son essentially spooning her, who was I to deny it?  She made a
contented sigh as I lay behind her and placed a hand around her waist.  My
arm was quickly taken up and pulled into her chest, quite aware it was her
breasts that provided the softness it was pressed against.

   I made a point of not pressing my groin into her bottom, maintaining
what I assumed to be an acceptable distance of around an inch.  If she
happened to want the connection, it would be her that would have to move.
Don't get me wrong, I would have been happy to just grind my cock against
her ass cheeks with impunity, but if by some chance in a million something
was going to happen between us, I wanted it to come naturally, jointly.

   The room was warm with the last rays of the sun shining directly onto
the far wall.  Mom had quelled her tears and was more interested in
reminiscing on the happier times, focusing on vacations more than ten years
prior.  Our heads on the same pillow, I could smell her hair, see the
contours of her small ear, the curve of her jaw when she spoke, the expanse
of flesh on her shoulder and bare neck.

   "We weren't sleeping in the same bed," she admitted, breaking away from
the previous recollections.

   "What?" I asked, taken by surprise by the sudden admission.

   "The last few years," she elaborated.  "I should have known something
was wrong."

   "Mom, you don't have to," I stated.

   "No, it's ok.  You deserve to know," she insisted.  "You and your
sister. It was around our anniversary.  We tried different things but the
spark was gone," she asserted and I thought I knew what her 'different
things' alluded to, the images on my phone a testament.  "You won't want to
hear this Dale, but I spent hundreds on lingerie!"

   I kept my mouth shut.  Neither confirming or denying how interested I
was in her underwear.

   "He'd lost interest in me," she added.  "Why didn't he just leave?" She
concluded with the same question I'd asked myself.

   "Because he was an idiot," I casually answered her query and it brought
forth a chuckle.

   "And we never talked," she continued after a moment's pause.  "How
ridiculous is that?" She scoffed.  "In the last few days, you've shown me
more affection and listened to me more than he did for years."

   I was glad she'd noticed.  She hadn't mentioned we were currently
sharing a bed, another one I seemingly had up on Dad.

   "Well, that's what I'm here for," I whispered and did something I
wouldn't normally.  I kissed the curve of her neck where it met her scalp.
It was spontaneous and I wasn't thinking sexually when I did it.  I just
genuinely wanted to show her affection, to reinforce what she'd felt and
stated.

   "Ooh, goosebumps!" She giggled and hugged my arm a little closer into
her breast.

   *

   I hadn't even felt sleep approaching when I woke to the room in shadow.
The drapes open, some light from the motel's neon sign filtered through the
curtains but it was clear night was well advanced.  What was also clear was
my erection pressed hard into the buttocks of my mother.  My left arm was
numb where it lay under myself and it was possibly the reason I'd awoken,
but how long my cock had been in its state; how long her ass had been
pushed against me?  I had no idea.

   Her breathing measured, she remained asleep as I felt my cock
involuntarily twitch, reveling in the anonymity of its arousal.  I relented
and pushed myself slightly into her and the softest of sighs emanated from
her mouth.  Did she know it was me?  I moved again, rubbing my cock between
her buttocks, her crack accommodating my length perfectly as though we were
made for each other.  A hot dog in a bun.  It was then I came to my senses.

   What the fuck was I doing?  She had no idea it was me.  She was asleep.
I was her son.  The last person in the world she'd expect to be secretly
rubbing himself against her ass like a common pervert on the subway.  The
trust I was betraying.  To be essentially abusing her without consent.  I
felt disgusted.  More so when I thought of my recent behavior.  Jacking off
in her house to stolen images.  Ogling her ass, her pussy.  What kind of
person was I?  Not this, surely.  I wrenched my groin from her body and
withdrew my arm where she'd still been embracing it.  The movement awakened
her with a start before she realized where and with whom she was.

   "Did we fall asleep?" She sleepily inquired, rubbing her eyes to
emphasize the fact.

   "Yeah," I concurred, rising with my back to her to conceal my erection.
The clock on her bedside table read 8p.m.  and my stomach was reminding me
we were overdue a meal.  "What say I drive into town and pick up something
to eat?" I suggested as I headed for the door between our rooms as Mom
turned on the light.  Making it and concealing my lower half in the doorway
as I looked back for her response.

   "That'd be nice Honey," she smiled, her hair plastered flat on one side
of her head, eyes sleepy.  Her tank top had twisted and one boob showed
more of itself than I assumed she cared to display.  She had never looked
more beautiful and I hated myself for how I'd been regarding her.  "Maybe
I'll have a shower whilst you're gone," she yawned.

   I found my car keys and left the parking lot, one other car in
residence. The 'Bates Motel' obviously not doing a roaring trade this time
of year.  Five minutes down the road and I made the decision to delete the
photos of Mom from the restaurant.  I was living in a dream land.  An
unhealthy one at that.  No, I'd remove the temptation from my life. 
Nothing was ever going to happen.  She'd done nothing to lead me on. 
Nothing to suggest how I felt was reciprocal.  All she'd done was be my
mother.  And how had I repaid that?  By rubbing my cock against her.  No,
those photos were gone.  It was then I realized I didn't have my phone.

   I could see it beside her bed where I'd placed it when she'd asked me to
lie with her.  I felt my stomach drop as I thought of her opening it. 
She'd said she was having a shower.  How long did that take?  I was going
to be gone for half an hour at least depending how long I had to wait for
food.  Was it opened on her pictures?  She knew my pin, 3253.  The numbers
for the letters Dale.  'Always has been.  Always will be,' I'd said
countless times in her presence.  I couldn't risk it.  I pulled the car up
and turned back toward the motel.

   *

   I expected her to be in the shower so didn't go to her door, deciding to
use the interconnecting door to access her room.  When I skirted the front
of my car and bypassed her window, I saw that she'd drawn the drapes.  But
not completely.  A slither of light crept through the gap and I absently
looked in to see her still upon the bed, seemingly having gone back to
sleep.  And then her hips moved.

   On her stomach, her legs stretched out straight, the movement was
awkward and I for a moment was unclear why she did it?  About to head back
to her door, it happened again and I paid closer attention.  Everything I'd
said to myself in the car, in her room, went out the window as I stood in
the dark and peeped.  It wasn't 'unclear.' It was obvious.  Her left arm
lay under herself, clearly down the front of her leggings.  The up and down
movement of her ass was constant and if I needed any further evidence of
what my mother was doing, her free hand reached around and entered the rear
of her pants.

   My mother was masturbating.

   I felt giddy as I stood and watched.  My cock, as if mocking me for
being all moralistic not twenty minutes prior, immediately swelled with
pride.  I could feel my jaw drop and was helpless to stop it, nor was I
seemingly capable of preventing my hand moving to the front of my pants. 
Her face was aimed away from me but I doubted she'd be able to see me
through the space regardless.  With impunity I watched as her grinding
increased, her leggings half way down over her buttocks, the hand on her
ass working as hard as the one below.  My god, I marveled.  Was she
fingering her asshole?

   I saw her legs twitch, spasms pass through her body, and with a final
shuddering, her movement came to an abrupt end.  I wondered how long I
could stand there?  Voyeuristically watching my mother, a hand caressing my
cock through my pants.  The answer was provided by headlights entering the
lot and I quickly headed toward my room to avoid closer scrutiny by the car
pulling up.  Once inside I went to the interconnecting door and knocked. 
No answer.  Opening, I half expected to see her still on the bed, post
orgasm euphoria greeting me with open arms.  Instead I heard the sound of
the shower and it burst my incest bubble.

   That display wasn't for me.  She had thought me long gone.  I picked up
my phone and quietly went back to my room and to the car.  I sat there a
moment looking at the unlock screen of my phone ready to delete the photos.
"But why was she masturbating?" I asked myself.  "Why now?" I questioned as
I slipped the phone back in my pocket and once more headed into town.

   *

   "You're wearing that?" I queried when Mom finally met me in the parking
lot the next morning.

   She looked down at herself and seemed taken aback.

   "What's wrong with it?"

   I looked her up and down.  A mid-thigh denim skirt that I couldn't
recall her ever wearing, a tank top similar to the one from the previous
day but dare I say, smaller.  She did have a straw cowboy hat for sun
protection and the hiking boots she wore looked adequate.  It was the skirt
I was skeptical about.

   "A skirt.  For hiking?" I questioned.

   "Oh, it's not that far we have to walk," she stated, pausing.  "For
memory."

   "That's not how I remember it," I countered.  Dad's 'secret' fishing
spot was on a trail off a trail as far as I could recall.  I knew the
starting point and though it had been many years since I'd been there, I
figured it wouldn't be hard to find.  We'd worked out it had been five
years since Mom had last done the walk with my father.  The land couldn't
have changed that much in the time between.

   The campsite where the trail began was deserted.  We were early so that
wasn't surprising, expecting to be wrapped up in a matter of hours and back
at the motel to check out at twelve.  I packed a backpack with extra water
and food just in case, and with Dad securely tucked away beside some trail
mix, Mom and I headed off into the woods.

   *

   "Do you remember any of this?" I climbed up onto a large boulder hoping
to see further down the overgrown hiking trail.

   Mom sat down on a fallen log and took a long draught of the water bottle
she held before answering.  Taking off her hat, she wiped her sweaty brow
and shook her head.

   "I told you, it's all overgrown.  Everything looks different.  I don't
even know if we're on the right path," she admitted.

   I was positive we were.  Only two leading off from the campsite.  But I
was beginning to think we may've missed the secondary trail we needed to be
on.

   "Well we've been walking for nearly an hour and I don't even hear the
sound of the river," I stated.  "I don't remember it being this far before
the turn-off Mom." I climbed back down from the rock and approached her,
accepting the bottle when she held it out to me.  Her legs were parted and
without making it obvious, I took the opportunity to peek up her skirt, the
flash of white underwear.  "I say we go on for five more minutes and if we
don't hit something we recognize, turn back."

   To her credit, Mom was taking it all in her stride.  Fifty two years
old, she wasn't exactly a senior citizen but she wasn't a spring chicken
either.  Knowing she regularly walked to keep fit, I wasn't surprised she
was doing so well, but to my shame I had expected her to have complained
before now.  I admired her.

   Some areas of the trail had been washed away by rain.  Little upkeep saw
grass overgrowing, in places waist deep.  Leading, I was on the verge of
calling it and heading back when I saw a familiar rock formation and
scratches pointing to a dividing trail.

   "Oh, thank God," I remarked as I turned to tell her the good news. 
Sweaty, she came up beside me and as she placed her hands on hips and
breathed out a sigh of relief, the fact she wasn't wearing a bra was now
obvious.  Her white tank top, made of what looked to be microfiber or
bamboo had gone partially transparent with the sweat.  If she had a problem
with it, she wasn't letting on.  In fact, one could say she was
highlighting her boobs as she arched her back, pushing out her chest.  Her
nipples stood out, not erect but pink behind the material, her large areola
clearly visible.  I managed to make it seem I wasn't looking but to hell
with my moral debate, I took in my fill.

   When we finally reached Dad's fishing spot, it was already nearing
eleven o'clock and it was obvious we weren't getting back by midday.

   "They won't charge us for another night, will they?" Mom questioned as
she stretched her back, her bust pushing hard once again against her almost
transparent top.

   "I don't know, you're friends with her!" I squinted in the sun, giving
me ample opportunity to admire her breasts.

   "Well I wouldn't say we're friends," Mom scoffed, admiring something
more wholesome, the scenery.

   And it was worthy of admiration.  So secluded.  A sandy bank on the bend
in the river.  A rocky outcrop upon which we stood that gently sloped down
into the clear water.  We could've been the only two people left on Earth,
such was the serenity.

   "So how do we do this?" I asked Mom, pulling out the box containing
Dad's ashes.

   "I guess we just say a few words and tip him out into the water."

   I waited for Mom to begin a eulogy and I think she was doing the same.

   "Ok, well.  Dad," I addressed the box.  "We thought we knew you but you
proved us wrong.  We did love you though and no doubt we had some good
times here, so we hope you find some solace in your final resting place."

   I tipped the box up and unexpectedly a plastic bag fell to the rock at
my feet.  Mom began laughing and it went a great deal to lightening the
mood.

   "You didn't realize the ashes were in a bag?" she chuckled to herself.

   "I really hadn't thought about it," I confessed, lifting the clear bag
up and opening it.  Second attempt and standing over the water, I tipped
out the contents just as a gust of wind swept the surface of the river. 
The ashes caught in the breeze and rather than falling into the water, blew
into the reeds and onto the muddy ground below.  I immediately looked at
Mom wary she'd be disappointed with my performance.  Her face however
glowed before she burst into another round of laughter, a hand covering her
mouth as she possibly considered the appropriateness of her behavior.

   "Oh well, it's probably where he belongs," she regained her composure
before setting down upon the rock below and stretching out her legs.

   I tucked the box and bag back into the backpack and joined her, watching
the slow flow of the river.

   "It IS beautiful here," Mom remarked and leaned back on her elbows.  The
action caused her bottom to slide down the rock some and her skirt rose
with the movement.  It could surely not have been intentional, but a
triangle of white panty containing the bulge of her pussy appeared above
the hem and I did my best to not stare directly at her indiscretion.

   "You've got that right," I concurred.  "We should've brought our
swimsuits."

   "Mmm," Mom agreed and I hoped she'd suggest we swim in our underwear
instead.  Or more preferable, naked!  I certainly wasn't going to suggest
it, lest she think me overly lecherous.

   "It's so quiet," she sighed before looking in my direction, catching my
eye.  "We could be the only people in the whole world!" She almost
whispered, echoing my earlier thought and the way she said it had me
questioning her feelings towards me.  Was she thinking along my lines?  If
we confessed our desire to each other here, acted upon it.  Would anyone
else ever find out?

   "I, I want to..." I began before Mom's eyes drifted from mine to look
down the river.  I followed their direction and saw what had distracted
her.

   The man was still some distance as he paddled a canoe toward us and his
appearance caused me to mimic a banjo and hum the chords from the movie
Deliverance.

   "Oh don't," Mom laughed as she pulled her skirt back down her legs as
she rose from the ground.  It told me she'd been aware how much leg she was
showing.  Leg?  No.  Pussy!  I stood with her as he neared and headed
toward our bank.

   "Howdy," the interloper greeted us and we exchanged pleasantries. 
"Y'all come up from the East campsite?" He quizzed through broken teeth and
an impressive gray beard that he'd surely been cultivating for half a
century.  When we confirmed we had he seemed troubled.  "Don't get too many
tourists this time o' year.  Too dang hot.  Sweaty," he added and I didn't
like how his eyes drifted to my mother's chest.  "Y'all best check y'ur
boots fer critters!  We's got leeches as big as y'er arm.  Ticks too. 
Bastard's they is!  Gov'ment's put Lyme disease in 'em!  Yep.  You check
y'ur britches.  Don't want no Lyme disease that's fo' shaw!"

   And with the warning he pressed his paddle into the rock and pushed
himself back into the meandering flow of the river.

   "Yep, ticks and leeches," he spoke more to himself than us as he
departed without a goodbye.  "That's all we's good fo' round here.  Goddamn
ticks and leeches."

   Mom and I looked at each other, mouths equally as agape as we prevented
our laughter.

   "Well that was something," I remarked and gladly out of earshot of the
old man, Mom relented, clutching her stomach as she laughed.  I repeated
the banjo music and she hugged my arm to stop as we made our way off the
rock and back toward the trail.

   "I'm kinda glad we didn't go swimming," I admitted as we crossed the
sandy bank toward the path.

   "Do you think he was serious?" Mom asked, grimacing.  "About the
leeches?" She stopped to look down at her legs.

   "I'm more concerned about the ticks to be honest," I admitted.  "All
that long grass we've walked through.  He's right about the Lyme disease."

   "What that the Government created it?" Mom laughed.

   "Well I don't know about that.  But it's definitely a worry."

   I looked at Mom and her manner had changed, an air of unease governing
her demeanor.

   "Come on, let's get going.  We can check ourselves when we're back at
the motel," I proposed.

   We set a quicker pace heading back than we'd done coming.  Mom again
powered through and I admired her more by the second.  It was more than
half an hour into our journey when she called me to pause.

   "I have to pee!" She matter-of-factly stated and I stopped to look back
at her behind me.

   "Ok, well it's still another twenty minutes to the campsite at least. 
You think you can hold it?"

   She rubbed her thighs together and a grin came to her mouth.  "Nup!"

   It was almost as if she was asking me permission to go to the bathroom
and it strangely had my cock twitching behind my shorts.

   "Ok, well.  Pick a bush!" I laughed and she looked around before
doubling back and rounding a fallen tree that lined the trail.  I leaned
back against a boulder and took a much-needed draught from the water bottle
as I made a point of not following her progress.

   She made it difficult.  Only meters away on the other side of the log,
she ducked her head down and disappeared out of sight.  Her top half did
anyway.  Seemingly completely unaware the log rested on an angle to the
ground, I was freely able to see her hiking boots and calves below the
moss-covered wood.  When the rounded cheeks of her bottom unobscured by
underwear came into view, I felt almost lightheaded.  And then came the
stream.

   It was all I needed, another fetish to add to my list.  Not only had I
discovered an obsession with incest in the past week.  Now the sight of a
woman urinating had my cock hardening with desire.  Or was it just my
mother?  The vision of Mom pissing in public.  In a secluded wood yes.  But
still out in the open.  I struggled to swallow my water as the flow of
urine ran back down from her makeshift bathroom and into the trail, forming
a puddle not two feet from my own.

   "Don't get bitten by a tick," I helpfully warned and she screamed in
amused horror as her torrent turned to a trickle, finally rising and
obviously adjusting her panties and clothing behind the tree before once
more joining me.

   I passed her the water bottle and her eyes noticed the puddle mid trail,
drifting to the near side of the log and obviously becoming aware I
would've seen her.  Did it trouble her?  Seemingly not.  Not even a blush
as she drank from where my own lips had caressed.  I was reading far too
much into it, I was sure.

   *

   "I'll just call work in the morning," I explained to Mom after I booked
another night at the motel and we headed to our rooms.  "We're just
fortunate Sunday nights in the back end of nowhere aren't popular.  They
had vacancies and we even got a cheaper rate!" I made the most of the
situation.

   "I'll pay you back once we get home Honey," Mom proposed.

   "You will not," I declared.  "This weekend's my treat."

   She smiled and seemed loathe to part as we stopped at her door.

   "Well.  Remember to check between your toes," I suggested as I made to
move away and she caught my hand to prevent it.

   "Thank you, Dale," she whispered.  "For today.  For being there."

   "It's what son's do," I flippantly replied and she moved toward me.

   "Only the good ones," she sighed and her lips connected with my cheek,
remaining there for a second longer, her warm breath on my skin.

   I felt the world spin a little faster.  Definitely my heart rate
increased.  I didn't know if it was a 'come on' or not?  Her eyes cast
downwards and as I studied her face, they slowly rose once more to meet
mine just as she pulled away.  I swallowed noisily and she noticed, a hint
of a smile turning the corners of her mouth before she allowed my hand to
fall away.

   I wanted to grasp it once more.  To never let it go.  To pull her into
my room and kiss her.  Kiss her mouth, her breasts, her sex.  Every inch of
her body.  Instead I let her enter her own room and close the door upon me.
An opportunity wasted?  I wondered.  Would such a moment ever arise again?

   It was exactly five minutes later when I heard the knock on the door
dividing our rooms and Mom entered wrapped in a towel.  Shirtless, I'd
removed my socks and shoes and was about to unbuckle the belt of my shorts
when I was welcomingly interrupted.

   Almost tentatively she encroached and I was admittedly unsure of her
reason for being there, waiting with bated breath for her to say something.

   "I'm freaking out," she insisted and they weren't the words I'd expected
nor hoped to hear.

   "What?  Why?" I asked, my arms casually folded across my chest, hoping
it made my biceps looks impressive.

   "I can't see my back fully in the mirror," she winced.  "What if they're
in my hair?  I'm imagining them all over my body," she explained and I
couldn't help smiling at her discomfort.

   "What?  The ticks or the leeches?"

   "Both!" Mom declared.  "Would you mind?"

   It was then I understood what was possibly about to happen.  Was she
wearing anything under the towel?  How far was she willing to go to be sure
she wasn't a carrier?

   I realized she was waiting for an answer and I stumbled over my words.

   "Oh, I.  You want me to...?"

   Without waiting for me to actually agree, Mom turned and allowed the
towel to fall from her back, pulling it around in front of herself.  I
nearly passed out.  She was indeed topless, the white underwear I'd seen
earlier in the day still on and hugging the cheeks of her ass like a second
skin.  So tight, they cut across her buttocks, creeping into her crack, and
I longed to run a finger up along the crevice before plucking the material
out.

   "How does it look?" She whispered over her shoulder and I was on the
verge of admitting, 'beautiful,' when she continued.  "Do you see any?"

   I moved closer and took the opportunity to touch her, lifting her hair
up from her shoulders to reveal the back of her neck.

   "No, looks ok," I conceded, noting goosebumps rise on her upper arms
where she held the towel across her breasts.  My god, her breasts.  They
were right there.  Unencumbered by a bra or any clothing whatsoever.  The
slightest movement and that towel could fall away and I'd finally see them.
She then turned to face me.

   "Will you check me all over Honey?" She sighed, her eyes expectant,
looking up into mine.

   There WAS a god in heaven.  And it was looking down and blessing me.

   "I mean, yeah," I shrugged, acting noncommittal.  "If you want me to?" I
offered, just doing my civic duty.

   It was then she dropped the towel.

   I felt her eyes remain on mine as I looked down upon her breasts. 
Nipples erect amid the large expanse of pink areola.  Remembering to
breathe, I exhaled dramatically and she responded by raising her hands and
cupping her boobs, covering the nipples.

   "I'm sorry, Honey," she sighed.  "I'm embarrassing you."

   "NO!" I insisted over-enthusiastically.  "Not at all.  It's ok."

   "Yeah?" She raised her eyebrows expectantly.

   "Yeah," I replied and she once more uncovered her breasts.

   They were magnificent.  Yes, I'd seen their shape and even spied them
through her tops.  But this.  This is how I was meant to view them.  Up
close.  With impunity.  I leaned in and inspected one then the other,
asking her to lift each in turn to examine beneath.  To raise her arms for
me to check her smoothly shaved armpits.  Taking charge, I went to my knees
and stared into her navel, the swell of her belly, and then my eyes
descended on her pussy mound.  The soft lump of pubic hair was obvious
through the cotton, the twin bumps of labia adjoining her uppermost thighs
looking almost damp to my vision.

   I looked back up into my mother's face and with a trembling voice asked
the question.

   "Did you want me to?" I managed and watched trancelike as she nodded her
head in response.

   It was all a dream!  I'd wake up sooner or later with my underpants full
of wet stickiness.

   Till then, go with it Dale.  I told myself.

   I looked back down at her panties and I doubted I was mistaken when I
noticed they'd become wetter.  With shaking hands I raised them to the
waistband of her underwear and took hold, lowering them down over her hips.
Where was I meant to stop?  Without guidance, I just kept going and
uncovering her rich coating of dark pubic hair, pulled her panties down her
thighs.  I followed their progress as they passed her knees.  She didn't
ask me to stop so I dropped them to her ankles where finally acknowledging
her participation in whatever the hell was going on here, Mom stepped out
of them.

   She was completely naked before me.  Above me.  I raised my eyes back up
her legs and stopped once more at her vagina, not daring to look her again
in the eyes lest she come to her senses.  The photo my dad had taken of her
pussy didn't do it justice.  The thick patch of pubic hair above her
pronounced labia a forest I'd long to be lost inside.  Perfectly formed
into a triangle, it was clear her bikini line was waxed or shaved keeping
it from becoming unruly.  I breathed in and the scent of pussy came to me.
Unfiltered, primal.  She was aroused.  Of that there could be no doubt. 
She wasn't the only one!

   With the erection hugging my inner thigh domineering my blood supply, my
brain struggled to come up with what to do next and I eventually looked
back into Mom's face.

   "Do I?" I feebly asked and biting her lip, she simply nodded.

   I raised a hand and my fingers delved into her thatch, combing through
her lustrous locks.  Joined by the other I repeated the process, both
thumbs pressing and dividing her uppermost labia as I massaged her pubic
mound, her lips parting, pubic hair wet.  Finding nothing I looked into her
eyes, her cheeks flushed.  "I think you're good Mom," I admitted and she
breathed a sigh.

   "Um...there's one more place Baby," she hinted and whilst I merely
imagined where she meant, she turned to confirm my suspicions.  "I'd be so
grateful," she whispered as she leaned forward to place a hand upon the
bed. Her ass presented to me in all its peachy glory, her free hand crept
around and took possession of her right cheek.

   If I was to faint, I prayed I'd fall face first as my mother spread her
ass for me, exposing her anus and the pink of her vagina below.  The crack
of her bottom hairless, I performed my role accordingly and emboldened,
parted her other cheek to complete the spread.  Dew literally dripped from
her folds, her asshole twitched as I inspected it, my mouth and nose not
four inches from the smorgasbord.  My fingers dug into the flesh of her
buttock and as I informed her all was fine, I was loathe to release my
hold, finally relenting as she straightened and turned.

   I wanted to stay on my knees, to forever be head height with her groin
but she lowered a hand down to help me to my feet and I accepted.

   "Oh God, thank you Dale," she casually remarked as though she indeed
were not naked before me.  As if I hadn't just run my hands through her
pubic hair and stared into her asshole.  "I'd have never been able to fall
asleep tonight," she admitted.

   I knew I definitely wouldn't sleep.  For an entirely different reason. I
looked in her eyes and was suddenly unsure of where we sat.  Doubts.  Was
this not what it seemed?  Was it actually nothing but a simple tick
inspection?

   "Soo, what now?" I questioned, feeling the chance of something happening
between us slipping away yet again.  Ridiculous I know, in that she did
indeed remain naked.

   "Well, don't you need me to do you?" She remarked, almost surprised I
hadn't thought of it.

   Her hands reached out for the front of my shorts and the belt buckle I'd
only minutes before been undoing myself.  My erection.  Did she know about
it?  Yes, it was obvious in the front of my shorts but I felt I had to warn
her of its presence.

   "Mom I'm..." I struggled as she loosened the belt.  "You should know
I've got a..." I attempted as she unbuttoned and unzipped.  Her hands took
hold of the shorts and my underpants and looking on feebly, I watched her
strip them down my legs.  My hard-on bounced from its confines and bobbing,
settled at a 45deg angle level with her head.  "...hard-on!" I finally
managed, feeling my face redden as I awaited her response.

   "Oh!" She sighed, a noncommittal declaration as she sat back down upon
the bed behind her.

   "I'm sorry," I offered, not sure why.  What did she expect when she'd so
lasciviously displayed her nudity before me?  Surely she'd noticed it
bulging the fly of my shorts?  "I know it's wrong," I added as her eyes
climbed from my cock to my face.

   "Wrong?" She softly repeated and I saw her eyes turn glassy.  "It's not
wrong Dale.  It's beautiful."

   I swallowed hard as I imagined what could possibly be about to occur as
I watched her again look down at the evidence of my affection.

   "I've never been so flattered," she confessed, her eyes darting up to
mine.  "Can I touch it?"

   I was able to summon a nod and she wasted no time, taking me in hand as
I twitched, the action raising an adolescent giggle from my mother.

   "Would you like me to...?" She asked as her hand began stroking up and
down my length and I breathlessly voiced my accord.  One hand cupping my
heavy balls, the other using just the right pressure to jerk my shaft.  She
looked again in my eyes as if to seek reassurance she was doing it
correctly.  I couldn't have done it any better!

   "You're beautiful," I confessed as I reached forward and stroked her
hair behind her ear and she blushed, smiling coyly.

   "Am I doing it right?" She asked.

   "Oh yes," I panted as her action increased, her hand pulling me towards
her and I shuffled forward with my feet still in my shorts.  So rapidly she
wanked me, her fist was a blur as it traversed my length.  "Do you think
you'll cum?"

   Hearing my mother say the word 'cum,' would be monumental enough. 
Having her say it in combination with giving me a handjob was nothing short
of mind-blowing.

   "Yess," I hissed, the thought of it accelerating the release.

   "Do you want to cum on my boobs?" she grinned up at me, that thought
implanted, having me on the edge.

   "Oh god yes," I admitted before metaphorically slapping my face.  Don't
end this so soon Dale, I yelled at myself.  "No!" I corrected myself and
for the slightest moment she looked hurt until I explained.  "Mom, I want
to cum inside you!"

   The words hung in the air as her hand slowed its rhythm, coming to a
stop but still holding me firmly.  For seconds I wondered if I'd gone too
far?  That a handjob from one's mother was acceptable, but sex?  Well that
was far too taboo.

   "YOU want to make love to ME?" she asked and seemed genuinely surprised
at my assertion despite our current circumstances.  I dropped to my knees
and my cock slipped from her grasp, her thighs further parting to
accommodate me between them as I shuffled forward.  My face slightly below
hers, I leaned in and responded to her question with a kiss.

   Was it the first time in my life I'd ever kissed my mother on the lips?
As far as I could recall it was.  She received me instantly, her lips
parting as I tentatively darted my tongue between them, finding her own and
the real kiss beginning.  Her thighs pressed tighter against my hips,
drawing me in and I responded by wrapping my arms around her naked back, in
turn pulling us together.

   "Oh Dale," she breathed as I left her mouth and kissed my way over her
jaw to her neck, my fingers kneading her flesh as they explored her body.
Did she know where I was headed?  Her breathing certainly reflected an
anticipation, her chest rising and falling dramatically as I encircled a
nipple with my lips.  Clutching the other breast, I pinched my fingers
around the nipple to match the pressure my mouth applied, drawing a moan
from her throat, her hands reaching back to hold the mattress for support
as she watched my descent.

   The swell of her belly; a kiss upon her navel and then the object of all
my desires, my lips were tickled by her pubic hair.  My first kiss upon
that mound and a sigh from above, Mom's legs spreading further to welcome
me.  The dampness of pussy as my lips contacted her labia, my tongue
sliding the length of her lips, delving between as my nose buried in her
mass of hair.

   "Oh God!" Mom gasped as I found her clit, wrapping my lips around her
button and sucking, licking, kissing.  She leaked profusely, a strong scent
that I would've worn as cologne and I smeared my jaw in her wetness,
coating my cheeks, my nose in her feminine perfume.  Again on her clit as I
spread her labia to push it out, a finger below sliding inside her body,
another.  She lifted her cunt up into my face, grinding her groin against
me as I finger fucked and sucked her vagina.

   "Dale," she sighed and I didn't pause to listen.  "Oh Baby, you're
making me..." she murmured.  "I'm going to..."

   Her voice fell silent.  I couldn't even hear her breathing as I
redoubled my efforts, my tongue sore, my jaw aching as I ate her pussy,
fingers fucking her, bent inside to greatest effect.

   "Oh Baby, don't stop, I'm...mmmmmh.  Oh God Dale.  Yess," she moaned as
she came, her legs twitching around my shoulders, her pussy clenching
around my fingers.  Falling back onto the mattress she managed to grab my
hair and pull me off her clit as her body shuddered.  My nose and mouth
sliding up through her pubic hair as she dragged me toward her.  "Fuck me
Dale," she begged as my hand left her vagina and I rose to climb upon the
bed.

   Eager to taste herself, Mom sought out my mouth as I descended upon her
body.  My cock knew where it belonged, effortlessly sliding between her
velveteen folds, welcomed in the warmth of her still quivering vagina.  Her
legs wrapped me as we kissed and my dick entered her fully, my pelvis one
with hers.  There we stayed, fully entwined, unmoving as she squeezed
herself around my penis.

   "I love you so much," I confessed, looking her in the eyes and I saw the
sentiment reflected.

   "Then cum in me Darling," she stated as if it would prove my affection.
"Fuck me hard baby.  Fuck your mother like a good son should."

   She didn't need to do anything to turn me on more, but the words if
anything made me harder, my cock like granite as I pulled from her almost
completely before plunging again.  The force caused her to gasp and I made
sure she was ok before repeating.  I needn't have bothered, her hands
reaching for my ass to drag me back inside her as she moaned a decisive
'yes.'

   With arms wrapping her body I fucked her.  Our chests sweating upon the
other, my balls slapping her ass with every thrust.  So deep I penetrated,
every plunge seemingly further than the last, her body shifting back on the
bed.  Amazed I'd lasted this long I ran my fingers into her hair and pulled
her head backwards exposing her neck which I lavished with kisses, nibbling
her flesh, sucking the skin to raise a love bite.  Tucking my knees up to
connect us further, I thought of all the positions we could try, I thought
of burying my face between her ass cheeks much as they'd been presented to
me not ten minutes prior.  Of fucking her doggy style.  Of her taking me in
her mouth.  It was that which brought on my orgasm.

   "Mom I have to.." I admitted it was nearly time, standing up on my fists
as I looked down on her

   "Yes Baby," she agreed.  "Cum for me.  Cum in me my angel." She arched
her back below me, accentuating her breasts and I thought of her asking me
to cum on them.  I would.  In the future.  I'd cum on her breasts, in her
hand, on her face.  I'd dedicate my life to coating her body with my love,
painting her canvas with my desire.  But first was her womb.  Where I
began. A twenty five year absence, so welcome a return.

   The sound of sex filling the room, the scent of love overpowering, my
final thrusts and I looked in her eyes as I came.

   "Mom, I'm..  Oh shit I'm cumming," I stated the obvious as I convulsed
inside her.

   "I can feel it," she chorused and I'd never seen her look so proud of
me. Her face a picture of happiness as she smiled with blushing cheeks.

   I fell upon her and our mouths locked as I emptied inside her. 
Thrusting as she squeezed her pelvic floor to enhance my orgasm, feeling
her vagina overflowing with the warmth of my cum.  Finally I eased my
action and we lay together, her hands gently caressing my back, soft kisses
on my head, my ear.

   I could've fallen asleep on top of her right where we lay and I told her
as much.

   "Go ahead," she whispered.  "I love the feeling of you on top of me. 
Inside me," she added.

   It was tempting but I wanted to talk.  To not waste a minute to sleep
now that we were together.  I pulled up from her body and my semi erect
cock slid dripping from her protection much to her dismay.

   "Oh, don't go," she sighed but I took her hand and brought her up with
me.

   "I'm not going anywhere," I assured her.  "But WE'RE having a shower."

   *

   The water flowed over her body and with my erection sitting snugly
between her buttocks I massaged her scalp with shampoo, eventually
relenting and running my hands down onto her soapy breasts.

   "I saw the photos," I admitted into her ear and she angled her head,
giving me access to her neck which I kissed in response.

   "I thought you had," she confessed, surprising me with her reply.  "You
deleted them from his phone didn't you?"

   I allowed her body to turn in my arms, my cock pressing into her
slippery belly.

   "I didn't know what to do with them Mom," I admitted.  "If you knew they
were there." I left out the images of Dad's mistresses, some things Mom
didn't need to know right then, I figured.  "Was it wrong?"

   "No Baby," she whispered.  "You were just thinking of me." She kissed my
neck before sheepishly looking into my eyes.  "What did you think?"

   I ran a hand down her back and delved a finger between her buttocks. 
"You looked amazing," I admitted.  "I mean I'd thought so on the night, but
seeing you like that...fuck Mom, it was hot!"

   She smiled as she lowered a hand between us and let my cock slide
between her thighs, her pussy resting upon me.

   "I woke up yesterday," she had her own confession and I had a pretty
fair idea what she was talking about.  "I woke up and you were hard.  I
could feel it against me.  You were asleep Dale but I knew it was for me.
Well, I hoped."

   "It was Mom," I confessed.  "You turn me on something savage!" I
admitted and it raised a smile to her lips.

   "I'd noticed you watching me," she added, her thighs grinding around my
cock.  "The last few days.  I tried to dress nice for you."

   "You did!" I agreed.

   "At the river.  I would've gone swimming if that man hadn't come along.
Naked," she added and I breathed out in response.

   I took hold of the head of my cock between her cheeks and lifted, her
pussy grinding along my shaft.

   "Mmmmh, I like that," she cooed and I once more kissed her mouth.

   "What now?" I asked as our lips parted.

   The response was her kissing my neck and then lower, her knees bending
as she knelt down on the floor of the shower, my cock in her hand.

   "I meant between us," I smiled as her lips kissed the swollen head of my
dick.

   "So did I," she smiled before taking me in her mouth, closing my eyes as
her hand jerked my shaft.

   *

   I placed our bags in the trunk and met Mom at reception.

   "I've refunded one of the rooms," Audrey stated.  "Housekeeping says you
didn't use it."

   The woman looked over the rims of her glasses, tongue in her cheek and I
sensed she knew something was up between mother and son.

   "Well that's lovely of you Audrey," Mom responded, pulling me into her
side as if presenting her prize.

   "You know I have a son of my own," Audrey winked at my mother and the
women shared a knowing chuckle.  So what if I was being treated as chattel,
I was just glad to see Mom happy.

   *

   "So really, what now?" I looked across at Mom as we drove home.  "What
about Bonnie?"

   "What would you like to happen Honey?" she threw the ball back in my
court.

   "I want to be with you," I looked ahead, hands gripping tight on the
wheel.  "You even said I'd been like a husband these last weeks.  Let me
be."

   "Really?" she beamed as I looked back at her.  "You think we can be
together?"

   I pulled the car onto the shoulder and turned to face her fully,
reaching out to take her hand.

   "Mom, I love you," I confessed.  "I want to be with you every minute of
the day.  I want to see all that lingerie you bought.  I want to fuck you,"
I declared as she smiled, lifting her hand to my lips and kissing.  "I want
to fuck you every day for the rest of our lives.  I want to marry you!"

   Almost on the verge of exploding with joy, Mom dove toward me and we
kissed, a hand finding my cock hardening for her.

   "Then we will," she confirmed.  "We can be together.  We'll always be
together.  Your sister will understand.  We'll make her see."

   Our tongues entwined and her hand unzipped my fly, pulling my erection
from my pants as she broke our kiss.

   "Let me just check you for any ticks and leeches Baby," she grinned as
her head lowered into my lap and I felt her mouth encircle the head of my
cock.


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