The Windy Pines, My Fourth Summer, Part Two
Copyright© 2025 by Fanlon
Chapter 31
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 31 - The Conclusion of The Windy Pines Saga Sam's now at Camp without his family. After what happened with Mom right before he left, he's got a lot of thinking to do, and a lot of wondering about what the future holds. Between the other campers and some visiting friends from his parents' youth, it might be a wild summer...
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult Teenagers Consensual Fiction Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Grand Parent Group Sex Swinging Nudism Slow
“Sam, wake up,” I heard the muted sounds of my mother’s voice. I felt her warm, soft hands on my shoulder and thigh followed by my weight shifting as she gently shook me. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up.”
“Ugh,” I groaned, my eyes blinking open to find Mom smiling at me as we sat on the porch swing. She looked ... genuinely happy. Her eyes were soft, but warm and bright at the same time. Her smile was subdued, but content. “I’ll let you go first in the shower.”
“No way, Jose,” Mom giggled. “Get up, you’re coming with me. You’ll just fall back asleep if you don’t get up.”
“No, I won’t,” I gave her a side eyes look before I yawned and closed my eyes.
“Are you forgetting I’m your mother?” Mom chided me, jokingly. “I know when you are going to fall back asleep or not!”
“Okay fine,” I grumbled as I sat up.
Mom got up and held out a hand to help me up. I looked at her funny, my eyes scanning her form and seeing the obvious remnants running down her stomach and onto her legs before glancing at her outstretched hand. I didn’t really need it, but I took it regardless and almost pulled her down on top of me. I wouldn’t have complained about it if that had indeed happened, but she leaned back and used her weight to help lever me upright.
As soon as we got to the bathroom I stepped into the shower and turned on the water. I hissed and my body flinched away as the first jets came out cold.
“Cold?” Mom giggled, smartly deciding to wait for the water to warm up before she got in. “You know it takes a second or two for the water to warm up.”
I was too busy gritting my teeth and flexing every muscle I had as I waited for the hot water to answer her. The wait was blessedly short and as soon as the water started to warm, my body relaxed and I let out a heavy, contented sigh. That was Mom’s cue to climb in and join me.
Mom stood along the back wall watching me as I stood under the shower head. The feeling of the hot water pounding down on my head and running down my body felt amazing. I didn’t want to move, but when I looked at my mom just standing there with her arms crossed impatiently, I reluctantly stepped out of the water to give her a chance to enjoy it too.
She probably wanted to rinse my come from her skin and I chuckled to myself at the fact she had my semen on her at all. The memory of her demanding I come on her rung in my ears. That moment was incredible. I felt my dick starting to stir.
“Was it really like that—” Mom started asking but the water cut her off as she tilted her head back to rinse off her face. “—What you told me about your shower with Sheila?”
“Yeah,” I replied, as I watched her rubbing her hands over her body, directing the water where she wanted it. “Why would I lie about that?”
“From what you told me,” Mom paused. “It didn’t sound like you. I don’t remember you being so forceful or aggressive like that.”
“I told you exactly what happened.”
The way Mom looked at me made it clear she wasn’t sure if she believed me or not.
“If we hurry, we can still have breakfast over at Jeff and Sheila’s cabin,” Mom said.
“Oh?” I smirked. “You like Sheila’s cooking too, don’t you?”
“It’s not bad,” Mom answered. “This way I won’t have to cook, and you won’t have to do the dishes. That’s all.”
“Uh huh, right. I’m sure that’s the only reason,” I rolled my eyes at her.
“And I can ask Sheila about the little story you told me.” Mom winked.
“Go ahead if you don’t believe me.” I grumbled.
“Alright I will.”
When we got to Jeff and Sheila’s, I was half hoping Michaela would be sucking on her dad’s dick, just to see how my mom would react to seeing something like that. Sadly, everyone was at the table already and Sheila was just placing a big heaping plate full of steaming hot scrambled eggs on the table.
She smiled when she saw us walk in.
“I was starting to think you liked your mom’s breakfasts more than mine, Sam,” Sheila said, grinning knowingly and my eyebrows lifted in surprise.
Sheila knew I loved her breakfast. I had told her before that it was better than my mom’s. I didn’t think Sheila would actually say something like that to my mom though. I also didn’t think Sheila would tell my mom a lot of things and I was beginning to learn there was no limit to what those two could or would talk about.
My Mom would never say it aloud, but she liked Sheila’s cooking. I knew those two were fiercely competitive and Mom would never admit to even the slightest notion that Sheila’s cooking was better than her own. There was no way Mom would give Sheila the upper hand in something so vitally important as a mother’s cooking ability.
“Mom said she wanted your breakfast,” I replied, knowing that would rile my mom up.
“Oh really?” Sheila smirked.
“That’s not what I said, Sam,” Mom’s eyes snapped open as her head spun to look at me wide eyed. “I just wasn’t in the mood to cook this morning and Sam wanted to come over.” The way Mom said it made it sound completely natural and the truth, if only partially. “Besides, I figured we might have a little talk about a story Sam told me this morning.”
Now it was Sheila’s turn to look startled. Seems my mom was also a master at using her words to fire warning shots. It wasn’t just Sheila who was startled by Mom’s statement though. Stephanie’s head twisted, and her eyes met mine. There was uncertainty and panic in them as she looked at me. I gave her a small smile and a subtle shake of my head, just enough so that she could see it but at the same time, not draw any attention to the movement. I watched as she heaved a sigh of relief and then waved me over to join her and Shawn at the table.
After breakfast, Shawn, Stephanie, and I picked up our dirty dishes to set them in the sink, debating the merits of different things we could do today. Mom and Sheila were already deep into their hushed gossip-laced conversations. Michaela and Jeff slipped away to the bathroom together. I don’t think Mom even noticed the two of them leave.
I had assumed my mom was going to wait to question her old friend until after we all ate, but she was already talking even before taking a seat right next to Sheila. As far as those two were concerned, they were in their own little world and nothing else mattered. The only sign they knew anyone else was there were the occasional glances in my direction.
The two women were giggling and snickering almost constantly. When they both shifted their gazes in my direction, even more giggling ensued. At first, I was embarrassed. I shouldn’t have been, but I was. Now though, it was just annoying.
For the rest of the week, that was my mom’s and my routine, and I couldn’t have been happier. Our coffee dates had returned. They weren’t quite the same as before though. They felt fragile and fleeting. I was convinced one wrong question or even just a sideways look could ruin everything that I had managed to get back. I walked on eggshells, but I was happy to do it because it was worth it. Oh man, was it worth it.
Still, every morning when I woke up, Mom was there with her glorious smile and freshly made coffee just for me. As tenuous and tentative as the situation was between the two of us, Mom looked just as happy as I was. There was an obvious nervousness and worried look in her eyes each time she handed me the steaming mug of my special brew in the mornings, but when I smiled back at her, the radiance and brilliance of her smile doubled.
There were never any real words shared between us until we made it to the porch swing though. Nothing past the typical and usual ‘good mornings.’ I honestly don’t think we needed more than that. The way we looked at each other spoke far more than we could have ever dreamed of with words alone.
When we sat down on the swing together, I would sit on the left, closest to the cabin and angle myself towards the trees in front of the cabin. Mom always waited patiently for me to sit down and once I was settled, she would take her seat in front of me. Her ass fit perfectly between my legs as she leaned back into my chest, resting her head on my shoulder. Feeling the warm, smoothness of her skin against my own was therapeutic. My worries and concerns about how the morning would go would just ... wash away. Any stresses and paranoia vanished as if it had never been.
Once we had both finished half of our drinks, one of us would break the vulnerable silence. We would talk about what we had planned for the day or even about something funny or memorable from the day before. We just ... caught up, talking more like a married couple than a mother and son.
Each day I spent most of my time with Stephanie and Shawn while Mom spent time with her old friends. The three of us had a lot of fun together but sex wasn’t the most important activity of our days. That’s not to say we didn’t have sex, we did. Three times. We managed to get some time to ourselves in my cabin while Mom was out with Sheila and Jeff.
Sheila and Mom had picked right back up where they had left off almost a decade and a half ago, like they had never been apart. Jeff looked somewhat like a third wheel, but every time I saw the three of them, they were all laughing and smiling as they enjoyed their days’ adventures.
So, the mornings were for me and Mom. Some days we got a bit wound up and the two of us would masturbate together on the porch swing. Those moments were incredible and beautiful. Watching as Mom toyed with her breasts and nipples always tripped my trigger, and she knew it.
I was pretty sure she was doing a lot of those things on purpose, just to get me fired up so she could watch me climax. The way her eyes bored into me, coupled with the way she would bite her lower lip as she hurriedly diddled her clit. Just that look on her face alone would put me on the verge of release. When my breath started coming faster and faster and I started gasping, she would moan and whimper, drawing my attention away from my cock and putting it squarely on her and only her.
We were in perfect sync. I don’t know what had caused it or how it had happened, but the moment I came, she would crest her own peak only moments later. Needless to say, our coffee dates were back, and they were perfect and wonderful.
It was finally the Fourth of July and there was an excitement for Jeff, Shawn, and myself that had been building slowly over the last few days. The plan was that Jeff would take me and Shawn to go buy fireworks for us to shoot off after breakfast.
My mom and Sheila weren’t nearly as excited at the prospect of us blowing stuff up as the three of us were. Each time we brought the subject up, they would just roll their eyes at us and Sheila would tease Jeff, calling him a fourteen-year-old boy in a grown man’s body. Jeff would just laugh it off, grinning like an idiot. That’s probably because he knew Shawn and I were right there to back him up grinning just as widely as he was.
Us guys were tossing out ideas of what we should look for.
“I want some bottle rockets!” That was Shawn’s first pick. A classic, but I was told they were illegal. I wasn’t sure why, but for whatever reason they were. Any time I asked about it, I was told they were a potential fire hazard. How could bottle rockets be banned for potential fire hazard but Roman candles were just fine? It made absolutely no sense at all!
“No!” Mom and Sheila chorused.
“But Mo-om!” Shawn complained, throwing his hands up. “They’re fun and we get them back home every year.”
“We aren’t back home, are we?” Sheila said. “Look around. See all the pine trees?” Shawn did, his head turning left and right as he took in the surroundings and then met his mother’s gaze, nodding. “What would happen if, on accident, they started on fire?”
Shawn’s eyes widened at the sudden realization.
“Exactly,” Sheila smirked. “They have different rules up here in the forests. If you aren’t going to follow the rules, then you won’t be lighting off any fireworks. Do you understand me?”
“Fine...” Shawn slumped into his chair and sighed, dejected.
“Some good artillery shells sound great,” Jeff said once the spat between Shawn and Sheila was over. I grinned, nodding excitedly. “What else should we get?”
“Can we get some Roman candles at least?” Shawn asked.
“As long as you don’t chase your sisters around with them,” Jeff replied, leveling a look at Shawn that told him he wasn’t joking. Shawn had the sense to look a little sheepish but not quite fully embarrassed.
“I won’t.” Shawn’s eyes met his father’s for only a second before they immediately fell back to the table.
“You better not,” Sheila growled, her eyes narrowed as she stared at her son.
“Can you get us girls some sparklers and maybe a couple pretty fountains?” My mom asked, her voice hesitant for some reason that I didn’t understand.
“Fountains? Really?” I asked, looking at my mom like she was crazy.
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