Chapter 15: The Cabin - Day 3

Diary:

Dear Diary, The weekend at the cabin was wonderful, though I may have opened Pandora's Box a little too far. Conventional wisdom and probably the law would say that I crossed the line. I admit I am struggling with it too. Most people would brand it completely wrong, I know that. However, sometimes conventional wisdom can't be followed without thinking. And I have thought about it a lot. We are a tight knit little family unit, Charley and I. We are, I believe, more than Mother and Son. We are unusually close friends too. We both seem to enjoy the other's company. We like to hike together. We play chess together.

Sometimes you have to go your own way. I think I am thinking clearly and not just with my heart. Charley is at the age when he will, not may, experiment with sex with girls who are no better prepared for it than he is. I won't let that happen if I can help it. He has girl friends and I am glad of it. But blindly trying out sex with them isn't the best solution either. We did not have sex. However, we did enjoy more physical love than is considered right or normal. Heavy petting, I would call it.

I was thrilled by him touching my breasts, and by the way he watched me through the window as I took a sponge bath. Thrilled. Sorry, but it's true. I don't think that is unusual in close Mother Son relationships either. I could only see a hint of a shadow but I could sense that he was there. It was thrilling. My nipples became rigid and jutted out shamelessly. I was moist immediately. I remember that I stood up straight and actually thrust my breasts, shoulders back, brazenly offering myself. It felt good, though, I can't explain it, but a warm feeling washed over me as I turned slowly toward the window and stared out into the darkness. Long minutes passed and my nipples stayed hard. I took my time slipping into my bra and I know that Charley stood enjoying it until I turned the light out.

Charley got the old Chevy running. It brought back memories of David and our romance. C asked for more and more stories about his parents' romances. The old restaurant is still there with a new name, of course. We had a nice dinner and re-enacted the night David proposed to me. You will be shocked that our reenactment included parking on Schwab's hill. We did almost everything ... Almost. And it was lovely. Then home again, where he proposed and then carried me to bed.

I don't know how I got into that girdle. I have to take off a few pounds. But it served as a chastity belt. I have to confess though that I let him press it against me there ... there between my legs. And I held him there ... while he ... He was so very respectful and loving. He pleases me so when he is such a man.

And we made each other orgasm. So, there, I've said it.

Of course he enjoyed it. But he seems genuinely OK with it. He was very gentle. He will be a wonderful lover for someone someday. If I can help him along with sessions like we have just had, I want to do it. I am determined that it is a special situation and that we will share things without hurting the other.

My god ... he was so very excited!

My god ... so was I.

On the last day we talked about it in a very adult manner and then went for a swim together before coming home.

So, I hope I am OK on this. I'll be careful.

Ellen

Once again, my memories sprang fresh and new from the pages of her diary. I remember that morning as if it were yesterday.

I woke up early and lay thinking about the previous night. It had been completely thrilling. I wasn't sure how my mom was going to feel in the light of day, but I knew that she had enjoyed reliving the memories of my dad. But there was something different for me. It was simply a wonderful night with my mother. I didn't think I was fixated on her, but I enjoyed her company. And then to have her let me touch her was truly mind-boggling. I also had the feeling that this would not be an everyday thing, that we might do things like this on special days. I don't know why I thought about that, but I felt sure that nothing had changed between us. We had extended our loving friendship to include more sensual touching. I don't think I thought it through all that thoroughly. However, thinking back on it, that is the way I felt.

She still had her nylons on and as she moved, her foot touched my ankle and the sensation of a feminine foot clad in nylon filled me with pleasure once again. I looked down and found that the quilt had slipped up, exposing the length of her leg, the warm caramel of nylon, the dark band at the top of the stocking. The seam was slightly crooked from a night of sleeping and one snap had come loose. It looked sexy, even slightly unkempt. I carefully pushed the cover off her hip and then a little more so I could look at her in her underwear. The white girdle was snug and shapely and I slipped lower on the bed so that I could see how the curves of her bottom swooped in gorgeous curves down between her legs. It looked smooth and fresh and my mind went back to last night as I pressed my cock against the constrained softness of her pussy. My cock was firmly erect with the thought of how it felt against the underside of my cock. The white skin between the top of her stockings and her girdle looked sexily vulnerable. I wanted desperately to kiss it again.

"I have the feeling you are looking at me!" she said sleepily.

"You would be right, too. Sorry."

"It's OK." She giggled. "I kind of like it."

She rolled over, clutching the quilt to her breasts. I must have shown my disappointment. She dragged me into a good morning hug and kiss.

"Now, let's see. Have I damaged my favorite son with my wayward play-acting?" She looked genuinely concerned and I knew I shouldn't make jokes.

"No! I'm fine! More than fine, in fact!"

"OK, OK, that's good. You know what I want to hear!"

She lay looking into my eyes for a time.

"Well, no damage done, I hope. Lot's of people, in fact most people, would say that I am taking advantage of you. Might even put me in jail. You know? But I think ... I decided ... there is something different. Something unique and precious between us. I mean more than just the wonderful one between mom and son. I don't know what it is, but I'm glad it's there. Also, I don't trust all of your sex education to come from ... well, others who don't know much more than you at this age. Not all of it. That's what I think and you are stuck with it! OK?"

"OK, Mom. Great. You were a great first date."

She giggled. "Our secrets, eh?"

"Absolutely."

"You like my nylons, then?" she said wrapping her legs around my leg.

"Really!" I replied. She squirmed against me

"You were a wonderful date. Thank you." she whispered into my ear. "And ... you gave me an orgasm. Do you understand?" The chills of her words whispered into my ear zipped from head to foot.

"I think so."

"It was lovely, beautiful, sensational, delicious ... one of the best I have ever enjoyed. Thank you for ... everything."

"Is it like ... like happens to me?"

"Probably pretty much the same, only more so!"

"Sorry ... about ... uh ... being messy."

"Oh ... oh, don't worry about cumming on me or in my hand. When you love some one, nothing is dirty. You will find that girls enjoy it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. It is a big thing when you ... know that ... all that excitement is taking over a man's body because he is excited by your own body. Because of me touching, or the way I look, or the way I smell, because of those things you are excited, so excited your body can't hold still. At that moment, I am in complete control of all the happiness you can imagine. And when your cum shoots out so excitedly, it is a thrill for a woman. And when it slides, all down my body or my hand, it is beautiful to see, to feel ... even to taste ... or smell. So don't worry about that. We all worry about things like that at first, but it isn't a problem. Understand?"

"OK."

"And you let me feel a lot of it ... a lot of your cum. So I was happy and thrilled. Are you ready for some breakfast?"

I took a chance and pulled the cover away so that I could look at her breasts and her tummy tucked in that lacy girdle. My eyes slipped over the twin mounds and then the mound of her tummy, followed by that pretty bulge beneath her tummy, the white of her thighs, the dark stocking tops and then along the creamy nylon of her legs. I leaned forward and inhaled the scent between her breasts and then kissed in the valley."

"Yes, starved!" I gasped.

"Then you had better let me get dressed. Getting out of this girdle is going to be awkward and ugly so you can't watch!" She laughed and began struggling with it.

I looked hurt. She smiled and shook her head with a little smile.

After pancakes and sausages, we hiked toward the lake along grassy slopes and wooded paths. I could tell that our talk from now on would have a different tone. More adult. and a lot more frank about sex. The sun was warm in that early Fall way that can be so nice. The hike worked up a slight sweat and we arrived at the edge of the pond where a grassy slope leads to the water. It was surrounded by trees, but the sun was overhead and warmed us as we sat on the bank.

"God, I'd love to go for a swim! I should have brought my suit!" she said. "I could stand a good wash. Living without a shower makes you feel pretty grungy."

Well, no one is around. We could go in." I said hopefully.

She mulled it over, looking around at the deserted and densely wooded landscape.

"I guess we could go in our underwear." she said idly. She eyed me. "Want to?"

I nodded, trying to look innocently across the water.

"OK, keep a lookout while I undress? And let me get in first?"

"OK." I agreed.

I cheated a little and caught a glimpse of her panties as she wriggled out of her jeans and then the sight of her bra strap as she dropped the blouse on top of her shoes and jeans on the bank. I also watched as she walked to the water, her pantied bottom rolling beautifully under silk. I could see the shadow of her crease through the thin white panties. My cock stood straight out as I pulled my jockey shorts down over it. I looked up to see her only her head above the water. She had turned away to let me undress. I was a little ashamed of having cheated and looked at her.

I slipped slowly into the cool water, waiting for my body to adjust to the temperature. I hate the feeling of cold water as it comes up over my cock and then hits the waist of my body which seems hyper sensitive to cold.

She swam lazily on her back in the sunlight. I could see that her nipples were hard under the thin brassiere. I swam alongside and we treaded water, facing each other.

"Oh, this is so ... nice! I love the feeling of the water! I don't know if I deserve all the good things I've had this weekend! Oh ... I well, you know what I mean." She laughed and rolled her eyes. "But it's true." she said quietly, holding my eyes with hers.

We swam a while longer and then made our way to shore. It was awkward to get out. I offered to turn my back again.

"Well, it seems a little silly, doesn't it? Let's just get out together."

We stood up, trudged through the sandy bottom, and stood dripping in the warm sunlight, just at the edge.

"I almost hate to get out, but I would turn into a prune if I stay much longer."

I was shielding my jutting cock with two hands.

She shook her head, whipping a spray that I felt on my chest.

"Look, I might as well not have worn anything! You can see everything through my panties and bra. Look how the water makes my nipples stand out!" She pretended modesty for a moment then dropped her hands and I stared hard at the dark areoles under the white cups and below to the dark triangle between her legs. I could see the curly hair forming a shield over the more solid mound below it.

"Charley, it's a very nice feeling to be naked with someone you love. Shall we be naked?"

I wrenched my soaked shorts down my legs and stood proudly, cock jutting into the fall air.

"Want to un-do this?' she turned her back to me and I struggled with the three catches of her bra and pushed it down her arms.

"Oh, that feels nice to be free." she said, turning toward me, so that I could see her breasts. See her jutting nipples in the perfect circle of her areoles and the little irregular bumps. She rubbed her skin, soothing out the deep lines left by her brassiere straps. I took her hands away and replaced them with my own. Staring at her breasts, I did my best to soothe the wounds. I loved the feel of her skin under my hands and traced over every line on her back, her shoulders and under her breasts. Her breasts made a tiny crease where the heavy orbs leaned against her body. They couldn't be called sagging, but just full and touching the ribcage with a beautiful crease that felt soft and smooth to my finger.

"Would you like to..." she didn't finish the sentence. I knelt and took a deep breath, staring at the hair of her triangle under the white panties. Drops of the lake water stood out on her thighs waiting to be licked off. I put my hands on her hips and moved them higher until I found the elastic at her waist and pulled them down. When they just covered her hair, I paused and stared at the light blue veins under translucent skin, seeming to point toward her pussy. Then I pulled them down again until I could see the cotton gusset swoop between her legs. I could have looked at that sight for the rest of the afternoon. I felt her fingers in my hair and I pulled them further down, tugging the crotch out of the crease of her pussy. The sight of the little slit glimpsed through the thatch of dark hair was mind boggling. I saw the tip of the iceberg, so to speak for the first time. She looked delicate and clean and soft and wonderful.

She tugged me to a standing position, but I resisted, holding my kneeling position and looking up from her hairy triangle, along her bulge of a tummy, past her navel, up between her tits to her eyes. I was breathless just seeing all of her body naked. I had made her naked, tugging her brassiere from its grasping hold on her tits then stripping silky white panties off the lush forest of her pussy and then down over curving cheeks of her ass and classic curves of her thighs. I had taken the tiny white panty down over knees and full calves, trim ankles and watched as it caught on her upraised foot until I untangled it and grasped silky wet drape. Still grasping the moist panties, I looked into her eyes and begged my last question. She stood on one leg, her hand braced on top of my head.

"Mom?"

"Yes?"

"About my other question?"

She stared at me with big brown eyes, saying nothing. A realization swept over the eyes. She didn't look angry, she didn't look perplexed. She looked thoughtful. She tore her eyes away and looked off into the distant hills a moment. I watched silently. I pressed my lips against the thatch of curly hair, still slightly moist and cool from the lake water. I teased through it with my nose, inhaling the rich earthy scent of her pussy. I waited, and then slowly extended my tongue until the tip touched the very top of her slit.