Chapter 3

I woke up at my usual early hour in an unfamiliar bed. That one fact alone got my heart racing as my mind scrambled to figure out what was going on and where I was. It took my mind a minute to finally realize that I was in the guest room in my grandparents’ house.

Knowing where I was, I glanced out the window and saw only darkness. The Windy Pines wasn’t like your local neighborhood where there were houses across the street and streetlights to help illuminate the road. Instead, it was the total darkness of the forest where the camp was situated. I couldn’t see anything. That was fine with me, I was used to waking up early in the morning.

My mind flashed to my mom. I remembered the look on her face yesterday when she told me we needed to stop ... before we went too far. That hurt just as badly now, even a day later.

As bad as that was, there was nothing I could do about it right now.

The house was dark due to the early hour. I crawled out of bed and headed for the kitchen to make my morning coffee. I had my usual morning hard-on that was stiff enough that I knew trying to go to the bathroom was going to be a moot point. It would have to wait until after my coffee.

I closed the door to the guest room as I stepped into the hall, and I froze. I could smell the wonderful aroma of my special coffee in the air.

Mom! She’s here!

I raced toward the kitchen, thinking my mom had changed her mind and instead of going with Dad and Sara, she had come to spend the summer with me. I shouldn’t have though. When I skidded to a halt on the linoleum in the kitchen, I found Grandma standing in the kitchen with two mugs of steaming hot coffee, smiling.

“I wasn’t sure you would be up early enough for coffee,” Grandma said, handing me the coffee she had made for me. “What time did you come back?”

“Honestly, Grandma,” I replied, taking the offered mug, taking a sip, and burning my mouth when I did so. “I have no idea.”

“It was almost one in the morning when I went to sleep, and you weren’t back yet,” Grandma’s glance at my dick wasn’t lost on me, but I tried to ignore it by pretending I hadn’t seen it. If there was ever a time I wished I had an on-off switch for my penis, this would have been it. “Did you and Gwen have fun?”

“We did,” I answered, smiling as I thought about her. “She was really nice.”

“She changed a lot in the last few years since we last saw her. It’s a shame about her parents though.”

“Yeah, I’m glad Mom and Dad never got divorced.”

“That never would have happened. Not with your mom and dad.” Grandma smiled. “Those two were made for each other.”

“How do you know?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“Parents just do, trust me.” Grandma winked and I chuckled. “Want to go outside and sit on the deck with me?”

“Umm...” I wasn’t sure what to say. I knew she was just being nice, being my grandma. At the same time, I knew exactly what she wanted. It wasn’t like it was some kind of secret.

“Don’t worry,” The look on Grandma’s face softened, seeing the internal debate I was having written across my face. “I won’t try to get you to do anything you don’t want to do. Okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” I smiled, feeling relieved but also terrible because the look on Grandma’s face was one of hurt but she hid it well. “Thanks.”

Still, she wanted to relive what she had with my dad when he was my age. I wasn’t interested in that. I was still going to want to get myself off in the mornings. That was a routine I wasn’t willing to just throw away, not just yet. I would just have to figure out a different way to go about it.

“Come on, let’s go. There is nothing like watching the sun rise through the trees out here.”

Grandma took a seat across from me at her patio table. Both of our chairs angled towards the east, where the sun would eventually peek through the trees, bringing light to a brand-new day at camp and the rest of the world.

My coffee was delicious, and I savored every single drop. I had a smile on my face ever since that first taste. Grandma watched me as I enjoyed it, but not in a predatory kind of way. More of as the loving grandmother she truly was.

I tipped my mug to my lips, drinking the last sip of my drink before gently setting the empty mug on the glass table top we were sharing.

“Do you want another one?” Grandma asked.

I thought about it for a second before replying. The sun hadn’t yet come up and it’s not like I had somewhere better to be. Eventually I wanted to go explore camp and see if the families I knew were here this year or not. If last night with Gwen was any kind of indicator as to how this summer was going to go, I wanted to be out and about as soon as possible.

“Sure, if that’s okay?” I replied.

“Of course it’s okay,” Grandma smiled, getting up and rustling my hair with her hand. “I’ll be right back.”

In what seemed like record time, Grandma was back handing me a cup of my special brew and retaking her seat across from me.

“Thanks, Grandma,” I said after taking a sip from my refreshed mug.

“You’re welcome, Sam,” Grandma replied, smiled, and put her feet up on the table, her mug in her hands, resting right between her breasts.

She noticed when my eyes locked onto her mug and how it just happened to be nestled in between her tits. She didn’t say anything but just grinned when she caught me and then turned to watch the sun because it had just started to brighten the skies beyond the trees.

Neither of us said anything while we watched the sunrise. When my second cup of coffee was done, I got up to go inside.

“I’m going to go take a shower, but I will wash this first.”

“Oh, don’t worry about washing that, I’ll take care of it.” Grandma insisted. “Just leave it on the counter when you go in.”

“You sure? I can wash it.”

“Don’t be silly.” She shooed me away. “Now go on and take a shower.”

If she wanted to do the dishes, I wasn’t going to complain. Besides, I had some needs to take care of, and the shower was the best place to find relief.

The first place I wanted to explore was the road past all the old cabins. It was too early to expect anyone to be at the pool and just walking past the cabins would give me an idea of who was here and who wasn’t and how many of the cabins were occupied.

After last summer, I was prepared to see most of the cabins being empty. The new section of the camp had become the go-to place to be and this older section ... well, it wasn’t quite forgotten, but it definitely wasn’t most people’s first choice.

I couldn’t blame them, not even in the slightest. Those new cabins were far nicer and had a lot more room inside than the old ones. The pool was better and there was a communal club house that made cooking and gathering in groups so much easier. Then there was the putt-putt course! It’s just not a fair comparison.

As I walked from the retiree section of the camp and crossed over into the old section, I smiled to myself. So many great memories have been created over here. I couldn’t help but think what might have been if Sara and I were allowed to spend as much time growing up here as Mom and Dad did. There were no age restrictions back then which meant they actually got to grow up here, not just spend summers here.

The light went on in my mind. That’s how Grandma knew without any doubt that Mom and Dad were made for each other.

The sound of someone running got my attention and I looked up to see two guys, one looked like he might be in his late teens or possibly early twenties with long hair that was pulled back behind his head. The other, however, looked to be my father’s age and had a shaved head. Both were equally tanned all over, which was generally a sign that they weren’t just part-time nudists. They both smiled when I noticed them. I raised my hand in a friendly greeting.

“Morning!” the older of the two replied, the younger returning my wave. Both of them were smiling as they ran past me.

It didn’t take long before I concluded that this side of the camp was almost full. From my count, there were only two cabins that weren’t rented yet and the summer was just getting started. Even at this early hour, there were a shocking number of people already moving about their day. Most of them weren’t running like the two that passed me earlier, but I saw more than a couple of porch swings occupied.

I couldn’t help myself and reminisced about how I spent so many mornings on a porch swing just like those. I felt a stirring in my balls at just the thought of those times and smiled to myself. My mind flashed through several different memories, all of them amazing until I remembered watching Mary dive into my mom’s pussy as if her life depended on it. Not only that, but how my mother reacted. God, that was incredible!

If I hadn’t jerked off in the shower, I was sure I would have been fully erect right now. Since I had, I didn’t grow to full hardness. Not that it would have mattered. Not here at least.

After walking past all the cabins, I decided to make my way to the pool area. I almost went to the hot springs instead but thought it would be better if I saved that spot for last. So far, I hadn’t seen anyone I knew. There were a lot of people, but not one of them I recognized from my previous summers. I wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing.

I took a roundabout way back to the pool meaning I cut through the trees rather than following the tire track road. The sun was fully up by now and as I walked, I could hear people out and about. No one was all that close to me, but it wasn’t that big of a place that you could truly vanish if you wanted to, not on this side of the old cabins at least.

If you really wanted privacy, you needed to go behind the cabins, over where Jenny and I had our first time. Jenny was so much fun. She was just as excited as I was, and Sara too for that matter. I started laughing to myself when I remembered Sara sucking my dick right after my condom had been yanked off. The face she made when she tasted me after that was something I would never forget in a million years.

I decided right then and there that I needed to find that fallen log again this summer. I didn’t feel the sudden need to take someone there. Not that I was opposed to such a thing, but it would be nice to see that spot again. As soon as Mom, Dad, and Sara got here, I would drag Sara along with me and see what she says when we got there.