Chapter 1

Our car stopped in front of the old general store where we all got out to pick up the key to our cabin. The couple who ran the store also were the care takers to several cabins in the area. While in the store the toothless and gnarled man along with his overly pump wife chatted with my mother, while my fifteen year old brother and I browsed the magazine rack looking at the girlie magazines; trying not to be obvious about it. Having found one that seemed of interest I stood in front of my brother as he tucked it beneath his shirt. Just one more for our collection.

A half hour latter we arrived at our cabin, tucked neatly away in the woods only a short distance from the lake. Dad had already gotten there the day before and was out fishing further down the chain of lakes that our lake was attached too; a note simply told us he'd be back by dark. A light rain started but we knew that, that wouldn't stop Dad.

After putting our things into our room Mom decided that since there was nothing further to be done, and the rain was preventing us from going outside, that she'd take a nap. So once she disappeared into her room, my brother pulled out our hidden stash of dirty magazines that he had stolen or gotten from some buddies.

Thinking back now; for a young boy this was heady stuff. Then again in those days all pictures were air brushed to hide the "good stuff"; although some things that came in plain brown wrapping had some interesting parts shown. But to get these plain brown wrapped books or magazines you had to be an adult or know someone. My parents would never have ever let us get something like that. Yeah it was the 1950's. Fortunate that my brother knew a friend of a friend, and we had in our position one plain brown wrapped magazines of bondage rape, and S&M drawings.

I don't know how long it was but after a while looking at the magazines got boring. A stream of sunshine came in our room, with it came my suggestion to take my camera and go see if we could find some deer or something. Out the door we darted and headed into the woods. We weren't gone more than ten minutes when my brother shouted "Oh shit!"

"What's wrong Johnnie," I yelled at him as I tried to catch up with him.

"Danny did you hide the mags", Johnnie yelled over his shoulder. Knowing full well I hadn't.

Our worst fears had happened. There siting on my bed sat Mom with a couple of the magazines opened on her lap, another in her hand. Sheepishly and embarrassed we entered the room. All hell was going to hit us now; I was certain of that. Mom glanced over at us, then picked up another magazine and thumbed through it slowly shaking her head. Then looking at us a moment she softly chided us for having the magazines. She never had to yell or even raise her voice to get her point across. surprisingly she ended asking us if we thought the women were pretty and what we thought about them.

Johnnie looked away before saying, "Ya I think some are better than most women or girls I know..."

"Ohh... and have you seen any of these women or girls you know naked", Mom said somewhat amused as Johnnie shook his head no, then she added, "personally I think I am better looking than most of these models."

Johnnie grinned and looked back at her saying, "Oh I don't know."

Mom laughed picking up a magazine and held up a picture of one of the ladies, "Do you think they are all hers? Photographers can do tricks to make things better than they are."

I had stood silently letting my big brother be the fool. Then it happened. I thoughtlessly blurted out, "I bet Mom's are bigger than hers."

Having said that, I immediately began to turn red. My brother's face looked shocked. My Mom looked at me with the look of wonderment as to where that came from-- I was her little darling. Where it came from was the fact all our friends and my brother always talked how well built Mom was, and how pretty she was. Still I couldn't believe I said it.

Johnnie apparently couldn't resisted following up on what I said, "Naw they aren't."

"Bet they are", I replied. Heck if I was going to make a fool of myself I figured I might as well go all the way.

"No way", was Johnnies reply.

"Wouldn't bet on it, if I were you", Mom said with a bit of coyness in her voice.

Both Johnnie and I paused at her boldness and for a moment didn't say a word. Then Johnnie said with a tone of boldness, "The only way I would believe it..." Then suddenly his boldness disappeared and he couldn't finish what he wanted to say.

"The only way you could believe it...", Mom repeated his words then adding, "is if you had a picture of me posing just like her?"

My heart raced at the thought. Johnnie grinned at me then looked, almost, at Mom, "Ya that's right."

Mom grinned and shook her head at us, "Shame on you two."

Mom wasn't mad and I took that as a good sign. I could tell she was teasing us now, so I felt I could tease her back. "I've got the camera", I said.

"Why Danny, Danny, Danny. What's gotten into you," she said looking down at me with a smile on her face. Pausing a moment as she ran her fingers though my hair she silently thought to herself. Then she said, "I guess those pictures are giving you boys all sorts of thoughts." After telling us to pick up the magazines and to put them in a desk drawer in her room, she started to leave our room, pausing at the door she said thoughtfully, "Well we have been putting off the talk about the birds and the bees long enough. Maybe it is about time..." With that she left, leaving my brother and I to giggle and breath a sigh of relief.

Neither my brother or myself talked about what had just happened as we walked to down to the lake with two old fishing poles. We hadn't fished off the pier for more than a half hour before we got bored. For a moment the cool breeze off the lake seemed like a good excuse to head back to the cabin; the breeze seemed to be blowing in some clouds which could mean rain. It was a lame excuse to go back to the cabin and try to sneak the magazines out of Mom and Dad's room.

"What are you boys doing", Mom called from the back porch. She had been watching us come up from the lake.

"Thought we'd get Danny's camera and go into the woods", my brother yelled back to her. Leaning over to me he whispered, "You get the camera and keep Mom distracted. While I get the stuff."

Johnnie and I darted into the cabin and as the screen door slammed shut behind us Mom yelled to us, "Danny your camera is on the kitchen table. I was thinking of going for a swim with you two, but I can wait until you come back I guess."

I easily found the camera and nervously waited for Johnnie to come out of the parents room. As I waited I kept an eye on Mom. When I heard Johnnie come out of the room I quickly checked to see where Mom was. All was clear. All was okay. Okay; except for the fact Johnnie found no magazines. With a look of major disappointment he groaned, "She must have burned them!" With gloom and disappointed faces we headed outside; Johnnie nudge me, "Don't forget the camera."

"Were you two looking for these?" Mom stood up pointing down to the stack of magazines laying on top of an old wooden chair. "How about going swimming instead of looking at that trash", she said standing up with the light breeze making her beach robe lift ever so slightly. "The sun is hot so it should be fun."

When we both just shrugged our shoulders with indifference Mom smiled and said as she picked up one of the magazines, "I suppose you'd prefer to stare at this all day?" She handed my brother the magazine opened to a page of a woman with big tits sitting outside on a table.

Johnnie smiled and shrugged his shoulders again, "Well she is rather--big."

"Think they are real?"

Johnnie smugly pointed out what she had told him earlier; that was he had nothing to compare with. He added, "I don't believe there is anyone we know that is bigger or just as big."

"Really? What was it you said... The only way you could believe it is if you had a picture of me posing just like her?" With that she turned her back to us. Slowly she undid her robe and let it fall to her feet.

Guess we're going swimming I was thinking. That was until her robe passed her butt on its way down to her feet. She was naked and my mouth dropped open as I stared at her bare ass. I glanced over at my big brother and saw that his mouth hung open like mine. Mom was in no hurry to turn around; maybe it was a sudden realization that what she was doing was not the right thing to do, or maybe she knew we had to be slobbering all over ourselves. When she did turn to face us, she did it quickly. So quick in fact that she had seated herself on a porch railing placing her legs in such a manner that her private area was concealed.

Being so young I really didn't care about her private area. What I was drooling over were her two huge tits--with nipples-- big nipples. I was in heaven! I kind of heard her talking to us, but I was possessed by her tits. When she took her hands and lifted them up as to offer them to us, I began to pant. "Danny. Danny. Danny...", it was my Mom's voice that broke the spell.

"Take the picture Danny...", Mom said.

At that point I realized that she was posing like the woman in the magazine. I took the picture with trembling hands. Then thought what the heck I had to try, "Hey Mom you picked one for Johnnie. How about one for me?"

With a motherly laugh, "What's good and fair for one, should be good and fair for the other. Sure. You pick a picture."

Mom popped to her feet giving me a moment to looked at her hairy pussy. I don't know what I expected to see but I was somehow disappointed. The thick hair covered everything like a glove. Mom looked around to make sure that there was nobody else around, satisfied she walked briskly to a picnic table with us following, and with me taking another picture of her bare butt. She walked to the other side of the table and faced us before climbing on top of it. Kneeling on her all fours she let her big tits dangle before us like two giant feed bags. Now I suddenly began to drool, and had to look away. I glanced down and caught the sight of the big lump in my brother's pants. "Hurry up and take your picture. I think it is about to rain", was Mom's indifferent comment to me.

Sure enough the wind picked up and a crack of thunder rolled across the sky. We ran into the cabin just before the heavens opened up on us. Mom sat down on a big stuffed chair before she realized she needed something to wear. However Johnnie wasn't done pressing our luck, "How bout one more picture?"

Mom hesitated but then gave in, "Any picture specifically in mind?"

Johnnie quickly handed her a magazine with his finger pointing to one particular picture. Mom moaned a bit and looked a bit displeased. I was sure he had blown it for us. With a bit of a motherly glare she told Johnnie that he had grown a dirty mind. Yet as she flipped one leg over one of the over stuffed arms and then the other over the other arm she said with a smirk on her face, "Satisfied?"

Now I saw a woman's pussy in full view for the very first time. The fact that it happen to be my own mother didn't brother me at all. The little show of pink and her asshole showing as well made me feel a lump growing in my pants.

Johnnie answered her without taking his eyes off her pussy, "Yaaaa. I had one more in mind but you'd never do it."

Now as Johnnie and Mom debated; whatever they argued about, I wasn't really paying attention, I just took three more pictures. Finally my mind came back to me from my mother's pussy and I caught my Mom saying, "No matter what you call them. They aren't art pictures. Not that the others are art. But those are rape pictures."

Now I was really interested in what was being said and listened as Johnnie argued his case that they weren't rape pictures; to which Mom replied, "Pictures with women tied up; with cloths torn or women tied up naked are showing you only one thing... rape!"

Johnnie pressed her further since she didn't seem to worried about getting dressed now, "Naw besides they're only drawings." Then with a bold grin he told her, "I told you you'd never do it."

"Darn right. Heck Johnnie don't you understand that the reason why they are only drawings is that you'd have to actually capture someone and rape her to take the pictures?"

"If we capture you...", Johnnie said with a laugh following Mom into the bedroom.

Mom found a dress and put it on laughing at what Johnnie had said. Then turning and slowing walking over to us with this mean look on her face, she spoke as she poked Johnnie in his chest, "Look buster. First of all I would never let any man or woman get me... much less a little squirt like you. Rather you two..." With that Mom grabbed us using her YWCA learned self defense and tossed us around like little toys. Fortunately for us she was only playing. True Johnnie was just as tall as Mom and weighted a bit more than her, but I was a head shorter and may have weighted as much as her; so Mom had little problem handling us. Not that we didn't try. The YWCA taught her rather well.

After ten minutes or so we all laid exhausted and laughing. "Well," Johnnie said between gasps of air, If we capture you..."

Mom cut him off with a exasperated but amused tone, "Johnnie, Johnnie... If... I say IF... you can capture me...". Standing up she looked down at us with this smug look as if to say it ain't going to happen; "IF... IF... you capture me... you... you... can even rape me."

Johnnie's jaw dropped. Myself; I was thinking that I would need more film. I guess I really had no clue as to what it all meant. I naively said, hoping just to see Mom naked again, "You swear it!"

Mom looked down at my eager face and laughed loudly, "Ya I swear it!"

With that she walked into her bedroom shaking her head. Then from her room she shouted back, "Yes Johnnie!! When we swear something in this family it is a promise that must be kept!"

My parents always made Johnnie swear anytime they needed him to be good and do what he was suppose to do. Johnnie was almost beside himself as we went into our room.

"Do you know what this means", he said with some demonic excitement. Then answering his own question, "It means Mom is willing to let us rape her if we can catch her!"

"What is rape anyway?"

Johnnie just looked at me in astonishment, "It means she will let us touch any part of her body we want. And..."

I cut him off. My eyes were bulging out and I was gasping for air, "You mean I can touch her tits!"

Then in a low and dark voice he replied, "Yaaa. And her pussy too! But best of all..."

He paused for effect knowing I was going to ask, "Best of all; what?"

Putting his arm over my shoulder he said calmly, "Best of all; if we want; we can fuck her!!"

I was stunned at Johnnie's bluntness, even shocked. I didn't think either of us could talk about Mom that way. Still Johnnie was my hero and if he thought it was a cool thing to do-- well so did I. Besides the burning inside me probably betrayed my most inner desires. Then again; there was the matter of reality that kept creeping in. "Mom will beat us to death if we tried. Not to say what Dad would do to us!", I said in a defeated voice. Fact was Mom, although being very pretty and feminine, was very strong. How strong? Strong enough to still pin my big brother whenever they wrestled around. Mom had taken some self defense lessons which she learned well enough to be invited back as an assistant instructor.

"Dad? You know Dad. If anything he'll just laugh. Besides Mom said it would be alright; so Dad can't get mad at us. It was Mom's idea", Johnnie said thoughtfully, "But you are right. Mom is tough. And she'll be on her guard. Just going to have to trick her."

It was just about dark when Dad came back to the cabin; once more we acted like any normal family. Dad hadn't caught much to speak off, but had filled himself with his usual amount of beer, which meant he was in a goofy and silly mood. His jokes were corny but he was fun to tease and joke around with. He playfully wrestled around with me until he noticed something on the floor underneath the table.

"Hey what's this!", Dad said pushing me aside. Opening up one of our magazines and thumbing though it, we waited for his comments just like Mom's. Instead of preaching he laughed and held up one of the center folds exclaiming, "Heck your Mother is prettier than this. And a heck of a lot more stacked then this one."

Almost at the same time Johnnie and I exclaimed, "We know!".

Mom who was finishing the dishes let out a loud laugh. In turn my brother and I began to laugh. Dad sat looking confused yet amused; knowing there had to be something to be told to him by Mom-- at the appropriate time. The appropriate time came after six more beers and a hurried trip into their bedroom. As my brother and I sat playing cards we could hear the parents whispers, then laughs, then whispers, more laughter; finally the creaking and squeaking of their brass bed. Knowing they weren't coming out we decided to go to bed ourselves, and spent the night talking over the days events. We wondered what Mom had told Dad, but weren't concerned about it.

The next morning came way to early; way to early. Dad popped his nose in around 4:30 and woke us. I suppose he figured we'd want to go fishing with him. Then again he probably was just trying to play the part. He preferred to fish alone or with a couple of buddies that were on the other side of the lake. For our part Johnnie could take it or leave it, myself I could leave it. The only good thing about Dad waking us up so early was the great breakfast he'd make. One of the big perks Mom got on these vacations was the pleasure of having Dad make breakfasts while she slept in; as was the case this morning.

"Well guys what'll it be? Pancakes and bacon? Eggs?", Dad said already making pancakes.

Easy choice. Both of us sleepily told him pancakes.

"Either you going fishing with me and the fellows?", he said as he cooked, "Great fishing this week. Getting some big hits. Will tell you; going to be all day."

Johnnie looked at me before informing him that we had other plans. Dad served us the pancakes, as he sat himself down to join us, a wide grin spread across his face. "I bet you do. I bet you do!" Then after taking a bite of his pancakes he looked at us almost laughing, "Tell you one thing. Better plan on trying to take your Mother outside. Because she'll be on her guard around the cabin!"

Johnnie and I were speechless, and embarrassed. We shouldn't have been but we were. Dad kept eating; every now and then looking at us with this big grin on his face. "Been up all night planning things?", Dad said to us.

"Naw", Johnnie said looking down at his plate, "Outside?"

My big brother had brass balls! I sat looking at my plate trying to avoided my Dad's eyes; but here my hero was bold enough to acknowledge that we really were thinking about it all. "Think she'd be surprised outside?", Johnnie again said to my Dad.

"Ya Mother wouldn't think you'd try anything away from the cabin area", Dad's reply was rather matter of fact.

Surprising myself I suggested a small island about a ten minute boat ride from us.

Dad said rubbing my head, "That is secluded enough. Good idea Danny."