Chapter 5

Viggo woke up with a hard-on. Again.

He stared at the ceiling. Stared at the tent under the sheet. This was becoming a pattern.

“Please go down,” he said to his dick. “Don’t embarrass me in front of my mother.”

It did not go down.

He lay there for a while. Thought about ice. Snow. Tax returns. His grandfather’s feet. Nothing worked.

He got up and went to the bathroom. Turned on the cold water. Cupped it in his hands and poured it directly on his dick.

He yelped. Grabbed a towel. Dried off.

The cold had done the trick. Mostly. It was at half-mast now. Good enough.

He pulled on a t-shirt and shorts. Went downstairs.

Frida was in the kitchen. She was wearing a bikini top and a sarong wrapped around her waist. Her hair was down. Still damp. She was making coffee.

“Coffee?” She sounded bright. Happy. Like last night was just another Friday night.

“Please.”

She handed him a cup. Leaned against the counter. Sipped her own coffee.

“Thanks for last night,” she said.

Viggo looked at her. “Uh. Same to you, Mom.”

“That was a really, really fucking good orgasm you gave me.”

He almost choked on his coffee. “Okay. Well. I thought I’d be embarrassed this morning, but I see you don’t regret anything from last night.”

“Regret?” She raised an eyebrow. “Are you crazy? Why would I regret anything? That was the best orgasm I’ve had in a long time. The way you were talking into my ear. What you did with your fingers. That kiss.” She put her coffee cup down. “Oh my god, that kiss.”

She walked over to him. Took his face in her hands. And kissed him.

Not a peck. Not a motherly kiss. A real one. Deep and slow and wet. Her tongue found his. Her body pressed against his.

Viggo’s coffee cup was still in his hand. He didn’t know what to do with it.

She pulled back. Looked at him.

“Good morning,” she said.

“Good morning.”

“Let’s go outside,” Frida said. “I want to sunbathe.”

“Okay.”

She grabbed a bottle of tanning oil from the counter and walked out to the pool. Viggo followed. The morning sun was warm. The pool was sparkling. The lounge chair was still there. The same one.

Frida dropped her sarong. Then she reached behind her back and untied her bikini top. It fell to the ground. Her breasts were free. Full and heavy in the sunlight. Her nipples were already hard from the morning air.

Then she hooked her thumbs under her bikini bottoms and pulled them down. Stepped out of them. She was completely naked. The little blonde triangle above her pussy caught the light.

She lay down on the lounge chair on her stomach. Reached back and handed him the bottle.

“Oil me up.”

Viggo stood there. The bottle in his hand. His mother naked on the chair. His cock was already reacting.

He poured some oil into his palms. Rubbed them together. Started with her shoulders. Worked his way down her back. Her skin was warm and smooth under his hands. The oil made it shine.

“That feels good,” she murmured into the towel.

He moved to her lower back. Then her hips. Then her ass. He poured more oil and worked it into her cheeks. Round and firm and tight. His thumbs traced the crease between her thighs.