Chapter 1

I dropped Mom off at the hotel after a nearly silent drive there. Things were off between us and neither one of us were willing to talk about it. We said an awkward goodbye and then I was on the road again. The drive to The Windy Pines felt like it dragged on forever. With Mom now out of the car, she was all I thought about. I couldn’t get what had happened with her out of my head. It was amazing. Amazing didn’t truly encompass how utterly mind bending the whole situation felt to me.

To say Mom and I crossed the line ... that was an understatement. I had come in my mother! That was insane. I hadn’t meant to, and I kept chastising myself the entire drive that I should have done something, pulled out ... something. I never should have been inside her in the first place!

Then it got worse. When every inch of me was all the way inside her, I lost it. I was so lost in how it felt to be inside her pussy. How wet she was. How hot and tight, which was a big surprise, that I never would have suspected. All those things added up to more than I could handle, and Mother Nature took over.

That’s when Mom started coming.

There was nothing I could have done, not really. I knew that ... I really did, but it never should have gotten to that point. Ever!

Long story short, I fucked up. Well, we, the both of us royally fucked up, and now Mom said we had to stop and that meant no more coffee dates in the mornings. Something that had become a special ritual we both relished and enjoyed.

That hurt me more than anything. The fact that she told me we couldn’t have those special moments anymore because she was afraid of what might happen. To be honest, I wasn’t exactly afraid, it was more that I knew what was going to happen if we kept going. It was inevitable now that we had experienced it. Honestly, I wanted even more to happen. Desperately. There was nothing I craved for more than that very thing. Me inside of my mom, filling her with my come as she writhed and cried out beneath me...

The mere thought of it had me hard as a rock as I drove down the highway. I tried to distract myself with the windows down, thinking the rush and sound of the road would help but that wasn’t working. I reached over and cranked the new JVC radio in my Ford Ranger. The random radio station I had found, the only one that came through without any static, was playing Sweet Home Alabama, fitting in a cruel sort of way.

Aside from my mind trying to focus on this morning, the other thing that made this drive take forever was the highway I was on. I wanted to take the Interstate. Mom, however, wanted me to take a two-lane highway to camp. Both ways took you to the same place, one was just faster. A lot faster!

“You need to take Highway 16 to camp,” Mom said, her voice calm and even.

“What?” I gasped. “Why, that’s going to take almost twice as long!”

“It’s safer, that’s why.”

“You think I’m not going to be safe?” I asked incredulously.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you,” Mom explained. “I don’t trust everyone else. I know it’s going to take a bit—”

“A bit...” I cut her off, copying her words sarcastically.

“Yes, Sam. A bit longer, but if something happens, you won’t have to worry about traffic.”

“If something happens, no one is going to find me because no one drives on that stupid road.” I grumbled to myself.

“What was that?” Mom asked, her voice firm. “I don’t think I heard you right.”

“Nothing...” I hung my head.

So, here I was, windows down, stereo blaring, and cruising at a modest fifty-five miles-per-hour and my mind stuck on the feeling of my mother’s pussy as it hugged my cock. I still had another two and half hours to go. I couldn’t get to camp fast enough. If I had taken the Interstate, I would have been there by now. The good thing was that at least when I got to Grandma and Grandpa’s place I would have something that would distract me from what had happened.

We, my family and I, had driven this road enough times over the last few years that I recognized it before I even got to the turn.

I slowed down and made the left turn down the tree lined road that would take me to The Windy Pines.

“Finally!” I groaned to myself.

The sun was about to set. Glancing at the digital clock on my radio, it was almost nine o’clock. At least there was still enough daylight to see where I was going. The one thing I had never done was drive to camp at night. Not that that should have mattered, but I didn’t want to chance it either.

It was only about ten minutes of driving down the gravel road before I saw the sign for The Windy Pines and turned into the entrance of the camp. The one good thing that came from this entirely too long of a trip was the fact that my mind was blessedly off this morning and more on what was right in front of me.

I half expected Grandpa to be waiting for me, to welcome me to camp but no one was there. At this point, it was dark enough that I needed headlights to make my way through the denser section of trees that would eventually open to my grandparents’ camp.

I parked out front of Grandpa and Grandma’s house. No sooner had I shut off the engine and turned off the headlights when both my grandparents came out the front door to greet me. Grandpa stayed where he was on the porch, leaning against the railing, smiling. Grandma, however, ran out to greet me and enveloped me in a big hug, smashing her large, bare chest against me.

“We were starting to worry something happened to you,” Grandma said, stepping back, a bright smile on her face as she gave me a once over. “You were supposed to be here hours ago.”

“Sorry Grandma, I would have if Mom didn’t force me to take Highway 16.”

“The old two lane, why on earth would she tell you to do that?” The shocked look on her face mirrored the exact feeling I had when driving down that old road.

“She said it was safer.”

“From what?” she snapped. “Making good time?”

“Oh, settle down. He’s here, isn’t he?” Grandpa cut in, strolling proudly like only he could, to where Grandma and I were standing in the driveway. His arms were wide in an open invitation for a welcoming hug. “Glad you made it okay, Sam. How’s the Ranger?”

“I know, but I can’t believe she told you to go that way,” Grandma fretted. “What if the Ranger had broken down? You would have had to walk for miles before you would have found anything that might be able to help.”

“Are you trying to say my old truck was going to leave our grandson stranded on the side of the highway?” The look on Grandpa’s face was shockingly serious even though we both knew he was teasing. “You know damned good and well it has never once left us stranded.”

“Oh, and what about that four-hour trip to the store for eggs and milk before you agreed to give it to Sam for Christmas?” Grandma questioned, hands on hips, one eyebrow raised accusingly.

“That was nothing,” Grandpa scrambled. “I told you; I thought I saw something in the trees...”

“Did you see Big Foot?”

“Of course not!”

“Thank goodness,” Grandma sighed. “At least you aren’t still claiming it lives—”

“Everyone knows Big Foot lives a couple hours north of here.” Grandpa cut Grandma off, who just rolled her eyes as if this declaration was the most common thing in the world and she had heard it a million times before.

“If it wasn’t Big Foot, what was so intriguing that it took nearly the entire afternoon to go ten miles?”

“It wasn’t that long...”

“The milk was completely warm!”

“Why don’t we go inside and get you situated, Sam,” Grandpa quickly tried to change the subject but by the look on Grandma’s face she wasn’t having it.

I smiled and shrugged over my shoulder as I let Grandpa walk me inside the house. Grandma didn’t immediately follow us, but neither Grandpa nor myself were the slightest bit concerned about it right then. It didn’t take her long to follow us inside though.

“Go ahead and put your stuff in the room,” Grandpa said, walking to the guest room. “We’re really happy you’re here, Sam.”

The genuine smile on his face as he said that made me feel good, even though I had been sulking nearly the entire drive here.

“As soon as you’re settled, Sam,” Grandma called out loud enough that I could hear her from inside the guest room. Sara and I had stayed in this room before when we had to stay in the house. “We should go down to the hot tub.”

“Okay, Grandma!” I replied and looked right at Grandpa who was watching me. “I’m happy too, thanks.”

It didn’t take but a minute to get my things situated in the dresser drawers. I had only brought a couple changes of clothes on the off chance that I needed them for whatever reason. I quickly took off the shorts and T-shirt I was wearing and threw them on the floor at the foot of the bed. Grandma would grab them and wash them the next time she poked her head in, so I didn’t need to worry about them.

Naked, I walked out of the guest room to find Grandma and Grandpa still bickering about Big Foot in the living room. I couldn’t help but laugh at how serious Grandpa was about Big Foot being real and how steadfast Grandma was in how she thought he was an idiot for believing such nonsense.

“Oh, Sam, are you ready?” Grandma asked, her debate forgotten when she saw me.

“Yeah, sure,” I smiled, agreeing. “Let’s go.”

To be perfectly honest, it wasn’t that I was excited or even in a hurry to go sit in the hot tub with a bunch of people my grandparents’ age. Not at all. I just didn’t want to just sit around the house either, regardless of how entertaining I found their debates on the merits of Big Foot.

So, what choice did I really have?

From their house, it was only a short walk to the large hot tub, and I wasted little time sliding into the steaming water once we got there. I didn’t even pay attention to see if someone or anyone was already enjoying the hot water when I got in. I let my body sink all the way in, even dipping my head below the surface of the water before coming back up and taking one of the spots along the edge.