Chapter 14: The Cabin

Dear Diary,

I cannot tell you how satisfactory our talk about masturbation has worked out. Even the first night was perfect.

C touched me. His hand very lightly passed over my bottom. Lightly caressing me like a breeze from an open window. I shivered with pleasure it was so delicious having that tender caress from my darling boy. My whole body tingled with his gentle touch, barely moving the silk of my panties. I continued, finding my G-spot and rubbing it vigorously with my fingertip. My body responded and a powerful orgasm swept from my pussy to my nipples like lightning striking a tree in the middle of the golf course. I relaxed and turned to my side. C. kissed my cheek and I pulled him down with me. We embraced for several minutes. It was lovely. Just lovely.

I want this to continue. I must have this in my life. But what will I do for C to give him the same joy? This recalled a passage from Lady Chatterley's Lover from many years ago. It had to do with the difference in impact of orgasm between men and women. After a search of my books, I finally found it: The author compared women and men and then said this:

"Whereas the men, in gratitude to the woman for the sex experience, let their souls go out to her. And afterwards looked rather as if they had lost a shilling and found sixpence."

How might I counter for Charley the natural "downer" which sweeps over men as soon as they have ejaculated. Good lord, women everywhere could improve their sex lives by considering this knowledge more sympathetically. I began thinking what might counter that feeling. For if I could achieve that in our little family unit, it would be a good thing for both of us.

A good life lesson for C, too.

I'm thrilled with that thought. Both my life and C's life are enriched. Now, how can I have C lose his shilling and find twelvepence instead of sixpence????? Hmmmmmm, I'll think on that...

We're going to the farm for the weekend. That'll be fun..."

Ellen

The Jane Austen code word soon became unnecessary. Mom would more frequently just tilt her head in a certain way. Her tiny smile would let me know she needed some tender company. Usually her face would have a little more color, a little flushed, perhaps excitement, perhaps something else. It made her even more beautiful in my eyes and a little more vulnerable.

She wore panties as she did the first time or perhaps pantyhose, sometimes stockings and garter belt just for me. Always that little barrier to penetration. Many of those nights are still fresh in my mind as lingering fantasies.

When the house was dark and I was sure she was comfortably settled, I would go to her room, always quietly, always with heart pounding, always with a loving spirit. I would kneel on the floor or sit on the bed close to her. I could always feel her presence in some strange way whether in pitch darkness or moonlight.

One night she asked me to give her a massage.

"Feeling a little lonely tonight." She confessed. I knew that meant that she was thinking about my father.

She wore a nightgown and I knelt on the bed next to her ready to administer a massage.

"You can sit on my bum, honey, I won't break," she said with a giggle.

I shucked off my pajama bottoms to keep the long legs from encumbering me and also so that we would have more skin contact. I straddled her hips and settled my cock and balls against her panties. The soft warm buns were a joy under me as I leaned forward to begin smooth strokes up and down her back. I pushed the nightgown high up on her shoulders and fondled the smooth back, gently kneading the flesh and surrounding each vertebrae with deep circles of my bony fingers.

She sighed with pleasure and wriggled her bottom against my cock and balls and the cheeks of my ass.

"MMmmmmmm ... so nice..."

I reached along her sides and slipped my hands up the sides of her breasts and then into her armpits. She was slightly sweaty under her arms. Again I fondled the side of her breasts and lingered there. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, she raised her weight off her chest and I slipped under her until I touched her nipples. Momentarily, I teased them with eager but subdued fingertips.

"MMmmmmmm ... so nice..."

I didn't' overdo it, but slowly withdrew and reluctantly turned around to massage her legs. Very boldly, I straddled her again knowing she would feel my naked cock and balls against her back.

"Ohhh. Mmmmmm," she muttered. I felt the little laugh vibrate through her body.

I liked feeling the curves of her bottom and the curves of her thighs all coming together in that wonderful triangle between her legs. I molded each curve with my hands so that they ended in the comforting and sexy space where everything curved to meet her mound as it swept between her legs. I refrained from touching the meeting point, but by fondling the other curves, my mind was there, there, in the middle of her sex. It was beautiful even if I could not see all.

"Spank me a little?"

I pulled her panty down, revealing the white band where her swim suit had blocked out the sun.

I slapped the fleshy cheeks lightly, enjoying the feel of her, enjoying the erotic sight of panties pulled down to reveal the crotch fresh from the crease of her pussy. I touched it with the back of my hand and knew the moisture gathering there.

As I soothed the sting out of her bottom, my fingers touched hers as she sought her vagina. She paused in her self exploration and squeezed my finger between hers. I could feel that they were moist and slippery. I lingered with my fingers nearby, lightly teasing between her thighs, between her buns in the warmth of her body.

I left her panties down and listened to the soft squishy sound of her fingers. I kissed the crease and inhaled her scent, then pulled the nightgown down over her bottom.

"I love you, Mom."

"I love you, too, sweetheart."

I sat close to her with my hand on the small of her back. I could feel the movement of her pelvis thrusting against fingers seeking the soft inner folds of her vagina. Soon her body went tense, vibrating with orgasm as she moaned in pleasure.

I pulled her panties up and then kissed my way down the crease of her bottom. She opened her legs a little and I kissed each thigh. After a time, she fell asleep in my arms.

Labor Day Weekend was only a week away when Mom suggested we go to the farm that my grandfather had left to me.

"We haven't been there in a long time. We can do a little hiking; maybe even take the tent and camp in the woods? What do you say?"

"Fine. Yeah, that would be good!"

"Want to bring a friend?"

I thought about it. "No, let's just go alone. I think everyone has plans."

I had a driver's permit and so I got to drive most of the way.

The cabin was a tiny thing with a fireplace in the main room, a single bedroom with a loft overhead. The pump had to be turned on and luckily, we found it working fine. The gas for the stove seemed to be full so we were set there. There was no shower, just a small bathroom with stool and sink. Really, it was a hunting cabin that had minimal comforts built in. But it was great at being what it was, a rustic place to get away for a few days.

We had time for a short hike and were soon off, clambering around boulders and exploring a woodland path that meandered through the trees to the top of a small hill offering a view over the land. We sat and rested at the top, enjoying the late afternoon warmth. The leaves had started to turn and it really smelled like Fall, though it was only the beginning of the season.

I offered Mom a hand to cross a log bridge and she leapt into my arms. We lost our footing and tumbled down the slope, laughing and grabbing for things to hang onto. She ended up on top of me and made no move to get up.

"Is this great, or what?" she said. "I needed this! Off in the woods with my big strong man! What do you think?"

"Yeah, mom, great." I really was enthusiastic.

"Oh, men are so undemonstrative. Are you sure you are having fun?"

I reassured her and hugged her close as a means of reassuring her.

"Sure you wouldn't rather be off with your friends, terrorizing the countryside?"

"Nope. This is terrific. I always liked coming up here when dad..."

"Yeah, that was great. I miss him at times like this. You know?"

"Yeah."

Slowly, she rolled off to the side and looked up into the canopy of trees. Then she turned and brightened. "What have you planned for dinner?"

"Me?"

We were off and she began some things on the stove while I went out to gather wood. I found an axe and began chopping away at it to make it small enough for the fireplace. I had taken my shirt off and was swinging the axe and stacking it near the house. The light came on in the bathroom, casting a beam of light in the near-darkness. Mom was taking a standup bath, since there was no shower. I should have turned away of course.

She was just lowering the straps of her bra and slipping her arms out. She pushed the bra down around her waist and examined her face in the mirror, leaning forward to see better. She was caught as if on a well-lighted stage. Her skin glowed.

Instead of turning away, I watched, awe-struck by the beauty of her breasts. She began soaping the wash cloth and the breasts swayed heavily. Then she smoothed the soapy suds over the wonderful mounds, their perfect shapes slumped into a natural curve. I think I stopped breathing as she washed under her arms, arms high over her head. She leaned forward and rinsed into the sink as best as she could. It may have been then that she sensed me watching. She paused momentarily, not looking in my direction, but I thought at any moment I would be caught.

Still I gazed in at her beauty. She took some lotion into her hands, rubbed them together a moment and then caressed her breasts with the lotion. She lifted her breasts and let her hands stroke all along to the nipple, and then let them fall naturally. She repeated it three times and then stood straight to the mirror examining herself again.

She turned very slowly toward me.

It was like a movie scene. Our eyes met and she just stood there, her proud breasts and nipples on display. I stopped breathing, but kept staring as if mesmerized. They were so beautiful I was stunned. I had had glimpses before of course, and it always made me hard, but never before like this. Standing looking at her, with her standing looking at me, unflinching. Very slowly, she turned the bra around to the front, seeming to spend time fiddling unnecessarily with it, as if letting me enjoy her a little longer. Then with slow graceful movements, she slipped her arms into the loops and leaned forward to let her breasts fill the cups. Then, standing as before in a pretty lace bra, she reached for her blouse and smiled a tiny knowing smile at me. The light went out and I loaded wood into my arms and bumped the door to be let in.

"Oh, good; is it fairly dry?" she smiled. "Build us a fire, boy scout!"

The fire was fairly successful; though not exactly a roaring flame, it was warm and cheerful. After dinner, she brought out some skewers and a bag of marshmallows and we sat in the glow of the fire toasting them.

"Here, this one is perfect! Open wide." she said.

The conversation turned to me and my girl friends. I tried being quiet and gave one word answers for awhile and then began to open up a little, very cautiously. There were, after all, still a lot of mysteries troubling me about girls.

"It's very important, you know ... that you wait. I mean, you should not think of becoming ... sexually active ... You're, well neither of you ... are ready to take the responsibility for a baby!"

"God, mom, I know that!"

"But ... things can get out of hand ... you know? And I know that. I was your age once, too."

"You ... uh ... you did it... ?" I could feel the blood rising in my face, knowing I was on dangerous ground.

"We are talking about you." she grinned. "But, yes, of course, I was normal and going through some of the same things you are feeling. I am just trying to be sure you are as prepared and knowledgeable to understand the ... well, the dangers ... you know to your life. Because some things that you might do can affect your whole life and future."

"Yeah, I know."

Another marshmallow. I watched her lips as she blew on it and then took it carefully between those rows of pearly white teeth. I pulled the skewer out leaving a long dangling stream of marshmallow pointing down the front of her blouse. I caught it but in the process brushed her bare breasts just above the peasant blouse neckline.

"Oh, thank you." she said after the marshmallow was gone.

"I gave you condoms ... just in case, you know? Not that I want you to become sexually active. Understand? If you let things get out of hand, then it would be better with a condom than without. But that's only in an emergency."

I nodded, staring into the fire, hoping that we were about done with the subject, and yet becoming slightly aroused by it.

"Remember when you lost at poker and ended up with Sally's little panties?"

"Lost?" I said with a smirk.

"You had less on than she did. Remember?" She laughed and nudged me with her fist.

"Anyway, remember? If Sally took her panties off in your presence then, that means she likes you a lot! Now, you are even better friends. Remember how mad her mother was? Don't get her even madder. I'm surprised she lets you be around Sally now."

"Yeah."

"So ... not to pry too much ... do you still ... do that?"

"No, she's a little more careful ... now."

"Good."

We "marshmallowed" a little more.

"And other girls?"

"Same."

"So you get frustrated. Good!" she giggled and leaned back against the couch, enjoying her joke. "Sorry."

"Yeah ... really."

"And then you think about her when you masturbate?"

"Mommm!"

"Sorry. That was too personal."

We burned some more marshmallows and fed each other.

"Isn't this wonderful, Charley? The fire and the smell of the smoke?"

"Yeah, really."

"I'm embarrassed about this. I ... I ... when I made you take her panties back to her. Was that terrible?"

"No, mom, it was alright. Hard to do, though." I gave her a crooked smile. "But, I had a ... substitute."

"I'm embarrassed about that. I shouldn't have done it, should I?" She sighed. And then, in a small voice, staring off into the fire. "And you ... you came in them. And the pictures, ohmigod. You must think I'm terrible."

"Not at all. I think you are a great mom! Really. I didn't mean for you to find them. I'm surprised I got them back, though."

"I didn't want you to start feeling it was wrong. Masturbation, I mean. And the panties? I shouldn't tell this I suppose, but your father used to take a pair of my panties with him on business trips. Then I started packing them for him. To remind him of me when he was away! So, it's pretty normal. I used to not understand why boys were so interested in our panties, but I eventually understood. When you are a girl and your mother buys you silky panties instead of cotton and you put them on for the first time, it is really a thrill, so I can understand the feel of them. The first time it was exciting, so I guess it is similar with men. Then I realized that he liked to have the smell of my body ... close ... to him. Oops, I rambled on a bit. Anyway, it's true. So don't think there is anything strange about your feelings."

"Even yours?"

"Hmmm. it actually gave me a ... nice feeling, knowing that ... In fact, if you ever ... ever need more ... I'll put some especially for you on the left side of my panty drawer ... if you like. Then you won't tumble the others." She didn't look at me, but I could see the gentle smile in the firelight. She looked beautiful in the flickering glow.

My blush was almost palpable, realizing she knew I had been in her panty drawer. I nodded dumbly.

"And if they need washing just put them in my hamper. It's really OK."

"Sometimes, mom ... sometimes I have a dream."

"Yes? You mean a sex dream?" she helped it along. "About Sally and you?"

"No."

"Oh ... what then?"

"It's you."

"Oh." she looked at me with that cool smile. "Oh, dear. Oh, dear, that makes me feel ... how? Makes me feel ... lovely! Thank you. and what ... maybe I shouldn't ask that." She hugged me close and kissed my cheek. "Boys and mothers have a close relationship. It's normal for you to have a crush on your mother. And a compliment to me, my adorable son. I dream about you sometimes, too."

"Not like this, though." I managed to grunt.

"Well, sometimes you are a baby again and are nursing. That's a thrilling one. I wake up and my breasts are swollen and my nipples are hard. And ... oh, never mind. It's nice."

"Do you dream of me later? Like now?"

A long pause. Then she looked at me searchingly. Licked her lips.

"Yes, Charley ... yes, sometimes the dream is of you now, a boy becoming a man, to be completely honest with you."

We were quiet.

"So you and dad came up here when you were dating, too?"

"What? ... Oh, yes, a number of times. We liked hiking up here. Swimming in the lake, horseback riding down the road from here. But mostly just the thrill of being together."

"Alone?"

"Only a few times, usually Grandma came along as chaperone." she laughed again with the memories. But, this weekend is the anniversary of him proposing to me! Maybe that's why I wanted to come, eh?"

"No kidding? Was he ... I mean how did he do it? Did he get down on one knee like in the old movies?" I laughed, but was really curious. It was voyeuristic of course.

"Yes! He was a little nervous, but he really did."

"Show me how he did it."

"Oh, I don't know about that ... It was a surprise. I was ... Well, I brought the clothes I was wearing. I can still get into them, even though a bit tight."

She went to the bedroom and came back with a skirt and blouse.

"Put them on! I want to see. Let's reenact the proposal. I'll play dad!"

She thought a moment. "OK ... I will. Don't laugh if my clothes are too small, right? Why don't we do it tomorrow night? It's getting late. I'd love to reenact it, though. That is a sweet idea! Will you really do that for me? We can go to dinner in town and everything."

"Sure!"

"Look, we used to wear things like this back then." She held up a panty girdle. "Don't know if I can struggle into it, these days! We really dressed up a lot more back then. It was nicer, too, I think."

"Time for bed?" she said. "Maybe we can go to the lake tomorrow and see if it is still nice and clear."

I climbed the ladder to the loft, my balls aching from the thrill of our conversation.

The Cabin 2

"Breakfast is ready, sleepyhead!"

The sun was up and it looked like a beautiful day. I could smell bacon.

"Morning, mom. Nice day."

She held her cheek out for a kiss. "Yes, beautiful day!

"So, are you ready for our big date?"

She smiled across the table. "Are you really sure? It was fun to talk about it last night, I know. But, you probably don't want to do such a silly thing, so I let you off on your promise. We can do what ever you want. Really. I think we just got over enthusiastic with our talk and the fireplace, so, what do you want to do? You choose, not me."