Chapter 5

Alan:

I woke to the sounds of birds twittereing and with the sun trying to break throught the nylon of the tent. Mum was still sound asleep beside me and I lay there thinking about the happenings of yesterday and last night. While I realised that Mum thought I was asleep and not aware of her actions, the fact that she was prepared to risk being caught masturbating and still went ahead even with me sleeping beside her should be telling me something, but I was not sure what. I had a pretty good idea but was nervous of my deductions and not sure how to confirm them. I hoped that Mum might send me further signals and make me more sure of myself.

During the night she had rolled over to face me and now lay pressed against me with her face buried into my neck and shoulder. Her tee shirt had slid up during her movements and her bare breasts were pressed against my chest, she had one arm draped over me and she was snoring softly. I enjoyed the feeling of closeness this instilled in me and the fact that she felt so secure that she could relax like this in my embrace made me feel warm and protective of her. I guessed that this was how married people felt in each others company and I could suddenly see why people did in fact wed. It was, however, a good thing that her lower half was angled away from mine as the feel of my erection pressing against her might not have been to her liking and would have embarrassed me greatly.

Eventually she quietly snorted a couple of times and her eyes opened as she came awake and grew aware of where she was. At first her eyes opened wide in alarm but she quickly relaxed and smiled at me and gave me a hug.

"Morning Alan. I hope you slept well - I know I did and I feel a lot better this morning. My foot's not throbbing and I don't feel the slightest bit sick or dizzy." She looked and sounded a lot better than yesterday and I told her so.

"God! Look at me. I'm practically nude and pressing my breasts against you. It's lucky you're my son otherwise you might take advantage of me." Mum was tugging the bottom of her tee-shirt down when suddenly she flushed bright scarlet and rolled over to face away from me. She had obviously just remembered what had occurred during the night. I was quite pleased that she was not facing me as I was also red with embarrassment at her statement and assumption that she would not have been taken advantage of by me. A feeling of deep shame washed over me when I thought of what I had done while she was passed out.

"I just remembered my dream last night - well I hope it was just a dream. Please tell me it was." Mum muttered this to me and I sought to put her mind at rest.

"Of course it was! You wouldn't do that in front of me. Don't worry about it - nothing happened." I thought I was reassuring her but as usual my mouth went off before I fully realised what I was saying. Mum made no response and her shoulders started to heave - she was weeping and it was my fault. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her to me and kissed her softly on the back of her neck.

"Stop that. There's no need for you to be embarrassed, everybody does it - it's a natural thing to do and you were just trying to comfort yourself. You felt frightened and vulnerable." Finally I was saying the right sort of thing and Mum stopped sobbing and rolled over in my embrace to face me.

"I know that but I shouldn't be doing it in front of my son. It something you do in private.I haven't got any secrets left fom you - you've seen me naked and cleaned and dressed me. What next? There's not much left that we haven't done - and its not right or fair to you. It's me supposed to be me looking after you not the other way round." Mum was quite distressed and I did the automatic thing, I bent my head down and kissed her lips.

After a couple of seconds surprise Mum at first went to pull away and then pulled me tight to her and pushed her mouth harder against mine. I was shocked when I felt her lips part and her tongue press for entry into my mouth but I eagerly opened up and allowed it to probe inside. The feel and the thought of our French kissing was more exciting and erotic than anything I had ever done so far and my cock was throbbing and trying to force it's way out of my shorts. I hugged Mum even tighter and sucked fuiously at her mouth and tongue and without thinking I pressed my erection hard into her.

Mum held the kiss for a short time and then pulled away.

"We've got to stop this or we might do something that we would both regret and be ashamed off. I think we had better get up." Mum moved clear of me as she said this and I was acutely disappointed that it was over.

"Well I wouldn't regret it or be sorry." I muttered this softly as I climbed from the joined sleeping bags and Mum pretended not to hear. I fumbled through my bag and pulled out a fresh pair of briefs and, thinking 'What the Hell' I lay flat on my back and thrust my hips in the air to remove my grubby briefs and put on the fresh ones. My erection had not subsided and poked impressively in the air when it was freed from its confines and I saw, from the corner of my eye, Mum examining it. I watched her tongue poke out and wet her lips and she looked disappointed when it was hiden by my briefs and shorts. When I was dressed I crawled out throught the tent flap and asked Mum if she needed help.

She had crawled out behind me and asked if I could help her to the long-drop toilet I had dug yesterday and once I had delivered her there she requested that I find and cut a suitable crutch for her as she could probably get around by herself now.

I headed off with the axe and after a piss and a quick splash in the river I returned with a sturdy branch that I thought would do the trick I collected Mum from the toilet where she was waiting on the banch that served as a toilet-seat, and returned her to the campsite and cut off her crutch at a length that was suitable. She was able to get around quite agiley and after getting some clean clothing from the tent she headed down to the river to wash while I fixed some breakfast.

Now that Mum was mobile and able to help a little I decided to construct a more permanent shelter and we discussed it over our coffee. It had been our intention from the start to do this and we had brought along a large roll of strong nylon twine, a small roll of heavy duty polythene sheeting and a cross-cut saw. Our hut was to consist of a heavy frame made from tied together tree limbs and then the roof and part of the walls covered with the polythene sheeting and overlayed with light branches and foliage. If we had all remained together we would have got stuck in and built this in the first day or so and we would have probably been moving into it by now but with only me and an injured Mum to help it would take a lot longer. There was a small cliff face behind where we had our camp and we decided that we should build close to it as it would offer some protection from wind and rain if it came from the South.

Leaving Mum settled in the small sun shelter I headed off to cut the four main corner posts and to drag them back to the site. By the time I had located, cut and trimmed them and then dragged them back I was tiring. I decided to dig one post in to test the digging and then to take a break. Digging the hole was easier than I had hoped and I stood the post in it and rammed earth tightly aound it to secure it and after admiring my handiwork I returned to the camp to have coffee and to rest, pleased with my morning's endeavours.