Chapter 5

Friday, day six at Camp Shady Pines

Brad was already gone when I woke up from what I thought was another good night’s sleep. I got up, feeling the sleeping arrangements would work out fine. I hardly remember him coming to bed, never mind being there all night.

We had a fun day swimming, working on our tans and watching Brad chat up the cute lifeguard.

That night, my relationship with my family started to change, and I was about to embark on a sexual journey that I could not have imagined in my wildest fantasies.

I had been asleep for about an hour and wasn’t sure what woke me up. It took a few seconds to realize I could hear noise coming through the wall. It sounded like sex. Carol and Steve must be in the bed on the other side of the wall. I could tell Brad was awake by his breathing and his slight movements. I rolled over, looked at Brad, and could tell he was slowly stroking himself under the covers. When he saw me move, he knew I was awake.

In a low voice, Brad said, “Oh shit, Mom, I thought you were asleep!”

I whispered, “That’s okay, Brad. Listening to those two can affect folks. So go ahead and finish. Here, let me get you some tissues.” I rolled over, pulled a few tissues from the box on the nightstand, and handed them to him. He took them and stared at me like I was doing something weird.

Then it hit me, and I started to giggle. “I’m sorry, Brad, I’m still half asleep. I used to get the tissues for your father when he would masturbate. I guess old habits die hard. So go ahead and do it. I won’t watch if you don’t want me to.”

“Oh my god, Mom, it’s bad enough that you caught me doing it. Now you’re telling me to keep doing it, and you would watch if I let you.”

In an embarrassed whisper, I said, “Oops, sorry, another slip of the tongue. I watched your father, so that kind of just came out.”

The noise from the next room got louder and then just stopped.

Still keeping my voice low, I smiled at Brad and said, “I guess they’re done.”

Brad chuckled and whispered, “I guess so. I think I better go to the bathroom and take care of my problem.”

I might have sounded a bit desperate when I grabbed Brad’s arm as he started to sit up, and I said, “I’m sure Carol will be heading there now. Are you sure you don’t want to stay here? I don’t mind.”

Brad looked at my hand that held his arm and asked, “You really want me to do it while you’re here?”

“Yes, I think I do, Honey. As weird as it sounds, I want to watch you, just like I watched your father do it. Well, maybe not quite like your father. Do it under the covers so I know you’re doing it. It would be nice if I could do it with you at the same time like I used to do with your dad. Please, Brad, just this once.”

My ‘I’m your mother’ brain kicked back in for a few seconds. “Oh damn, Brad, I’m sorry. What the hell am I saying? I sound like an oversexed, needy fool.” I sounded like a mother scolding her son for not doing what he was told as I let go of his arm, “Go to the bathroom! I will have to try and take care of this myself while you’re gone.”

Brad laid back and slowly slid his right hand back under the covers. Sounding concerned, he looked at me and said, “Are you sure about this, Mom?”