"And what about you?"
She smiled and made an innocent face. "Me? I would never do that. I just want to keep a memory of this... see?"
She turned the screen towards me, and I saw the picture she had just taken. I looked a little surprised (and I had been), but it was a nice picture. Or rather, it would have been if I had been dressed, and if my hard cock wasn't so obvious in the frame.
"Erm, that's a nice picture, I guess... but please tell me you're not going to keep it to show your friends when they're asking you about me?"
She giggled. "Why? I don't see anything wrong with it..."
I shook my head. "Yeah, right... Well then, I guess it'd be fair that I get a similar picture of you too. To keep a memory, you know?"
Mom smiled. "Of course."
I took her cellphone and stood up, indicating she take place on the lounge chair. She sat cross-legged on it, and while I was trying to find a good angle, I noticed how she was staring at my hard cock. "Hey Mom -- my eyes are up there," I quipped. She looked up, blushing a little.
"Sorry, baby, it's a little distracting."
I shook my head in disbelief. "What happened to sharing a family moment, huh? Even though, technically -- we're family, we're spending some time together, so that could qualify as a family moment..."
"Always with the big words, eh? Mister 'positive assessment'..."
"Yeah, right. Okay, strike a pose, we don't have all day..."
Snap! I checked the little screen -- and Mom stood up to come by my side and look with me. I tried to ignore her breasts pressing against my arm, without much success. My cock was so hard it was almost painful. "Oooh, nice," she said, and I focused back on the picture. Mom had been sitting cross-legged, with her hands on her thighs, her breasts bulging between her arms, and she had been looking straight at me, biting her lower lip.
"Wow, Mom..."
"You like?"
"Hell yes... and give me a minute. I have to send it to my phone. Wouldn't want it to get deleted 'by mistake', you know."
"Ha ha. Are you sure that's not because you just want to ogle your old mother?"
"Who says I ogle?"
"Chris, come on, we're both adults here. I know you do."
"Well, it's difficult not to, when a certain someone has been spending the day putting her boobs in my face."
"Oh really? I didn't hear any complaints, though..."
My leg was hurting again. I sat back down on the lounge chair. Mom suddenly changed from playful to worried. "Are you okay, baby?"
"Yeah, Mom, I'm fine. Just a little tense. In the leg, I mean." I smiled, and saw my smile reflected in her. She looked down and bit her lower lip, in this very sensual way of hers I was starting to love. I decided to push a little further. "Well, among other places." I put my hand on my cock, and gave it a slow stroke. Mom was watching, transfixed, holding her breath. I let go of my shaft, and looked at her.
She closed her eyes, shook her head softly and sat on the other chair, across from me. I swallowed hard, suddenly wary of what was to come. But she smiled and looked at me.
"Oh baby..." she whispered.
"Yes, Mom?" I replied, with an unsteady voice.
She let out a throaty laugh. "This is so much getting out of hand... so to say," she added with a giggle. She shook her head again. "What is it with my vacations with Julie always taking these unexpected turns?"
I hesitated, not knowing what to respond to that. I had been expecting a rebuttal of some sort, for having gone too far. "Erm, is that a bad thing?" I said, as neutrally as possible.
Mom seemed pensive. "Well, it's definitely not reasonable... but is it bad? I don't know. I mean, to be honest, she doesn't have to twist my arm much to bring me along. So I'm not sure that's really 100% Julie's fault. Case in point: she's not around, is she?"
I conceded the point. "Sure, but she did play some role in... well, getting us there, I guess. I mean, had it been just the two of us together, I'm not sure things would have turned out this way, see what I mean?"
She giggled. "No, you're right. But I'm not sure I can really put all the blame on Jules. We were the ones coming up with that 'nudist' idea in the first place, remember? I guess Julie only saw the full 'potential' of it, so to say, and decided to push it along."
"The full 'potential'?"
"Yeah. Julie is a huge fan of erotica, she reads all sorts of smut online. And she loves these stories that go beyond what is usually accepted, you know? I mean, you've seen how she was pushing for us to take pictures together, right? And how she commented on them afterwards?"
"Hm-hm." I was thinking that Julie had had nothing to do with Mom snapping that 'candid picture' of her naked (and hard) son with her phone cam a little later.
She chuckled. "Penny for your thoughts, baby."
"Hmm? Oh, nothing."
"Really? I don't believe it. Come on, you can tell me. It's just the both of us."
"Well... okay, would it be weird if I told you that I think it's fun?"
"What is? The pictures?"
"Not only the pictures, but this whole thing... I mean, being together, you and me and Jules, and the nudist thing and the flirting and the pictures..." I shrugged. "By the way, it's not like I can hide it, really..."
Mom giggled. "It's hard not to notice..."
"Ha ha. But neither of you made fun of it, you see?"
"Why should we?"
"I don't know -- I mean, because I shouldn't?"
"Oh come on. Let me make it clear: as a woman, it's rather nice to see you 'still have it' for young studs to get all hot and bothered around you. I certainly won't complain about you obviously being attracted by the female body. And anyways, if we are to be honest, we've put you through a lot -- that's only normal you'd react like that. I did think the pictures were going a little overboard..."
I frowned. "You didn't seem to protest much, though..."
She smiled. "Well, I thought it would be nice to have some souvenir of all this..."
"And some souvenir it is..." She giggled, and I continued. "Honestly, Mom, the pics are hot."
"You think so, baby?"
"Most definitely. Especially the one with us together..."
"You know, I think Julie was a little jealous there."
"Really? But you were saying she was kinda pushing things towards that..."
"Oh yes, she was. But at the same time, you know how she loves being at the center of the attention. Remember how she complained about you not being as hard for her?"
"Hm-hm."
"And?"
"And what?" I asked, surprised.
"Was it true?"
I looked up, startled. Mom was staring right at me, innocently. I blushed, and she laughed.
"I guess I have my answer!"
I was about to say something when we heard the sound of Julie's car in the driveway. Mom pouted. "Oh-oh, seems our nice time together is coming to an end..."
"Indeed..."
"But baby, before Julie gets here..."
"Yes?"
"I'm so glad I make you harder than she does."
That left me speechless. And by the time I had regathered my wits, Julie was calling us, to help her unload the car.
*****
The trunk was packed. I don't think I had ever seen that many bottles and six-packs outside of spring break parties and frat gatherings. Okay -- maybe I'm exaggerating there, but there was no doubt that Julie had gone overboard. Quickly walking back and forth between the driveway and the kitchen, we helped her unload.
"Jules, how many people are you planning to entertain this week?" Mom asked sarcastically.
"Hey, don't start the 'holier-than-thou' routine with me, Mads -- I've seen you drinking. And I know your poison of choice," Julie winked, before adding. "And Chris, the beers are for you, hope you'll find one that suits you in what I got."
"Hm, I'm afraid that's going to be club soda for me."
"What? You can't be serious?"
"Concussion, remember? The doctor said it would be a good idea to steer clear of alcohol for a week or so..."
"Damn. So that mean we can't hope to get you drunk and have our ways with you?"
Mom rolled her eyes, and I chuckled. "Nah, not sure the drunk part is going to happen."
Julie whistled. "Oooh, so that means you wouldn't be opposed to being our boy-toy, baby?"
I shrugged. "Who knows? That could be fun..." Mom giggled, and Julie suddenly looked at us suspiciously.
"Wait -- did something happen while I was away? Something happened. I'm sure of it. What did you do? Tell me."
Mom shook her head and smiled. "Oh come on, Jules, don't be silly, you know nothing ever happens when you're not there to provoke it."
I decided to jump in. "And what possibly could happen, really? It's was just the two of us, after all."
Julie chuckled. "Oh, careful there, buster. I have a very vivid imagination, and I could list a hundred things that could have been taking place here... and probably most of them rated M for mature."
Mom shrugged. "Well then, sorry to disappoint, but we only talked."
Julie rolled her eyes. "Really, Mads? I leave you with a sexy young stud and the only thing you do is talk?"
"Well, he also happens to be my son, Jules."
"Yeah, you're right," Julie sighed. "Sorry guys, seems my mind is in the gutter. I need a drink..."
As she started to open a wine bottle for Mom and herself, I smiled and grabbed a can of soda from the fridge before heading out to the deck outside. I could hear their friendly banter through the open door, and I couldn't help but think -- yes, these vacations were plenty of fun after all.
I sat on the lounge chair, picking up my Kindle. I turned it on, but couldn't dive back in the story I was reading right away. There was too much going on in my head, and I needed to sort through what was real and what was only the product of my own vivid imagination.
Julie had been flirting with me from the start, that at least was obvious. But it was difficult to decide how much of that was serious, and if she was actually considering going all the way with that. As crazy as that sounded, she seemed more interested in trying to get something going between Mom and I -- and again, there was no way to know if that was only because she enjoyed that kind of stories and felt a thrill by suggesting anything like it between us, or if she really wanted it to happen.
And then, there was Mom. Mom, whose last comment still resonated in my mind. For sure, we had both been subjected to Julie's bluster and banter, and Mom had been, like me, something of an accepting victim in all that had happened so far. And this had maybe brought us closer together -- and led us to consider each other in an entirely different light than before. I thought back on our discussion in the morning, when we started by discussing the size of Mom's boobs, and ended with her considering the size of my cock. There are been some subtle flirting going on there, that's for sure, and in a way, the picture-taking had brought it all to the light. And Mom was glad she made me hard. My head was spinning.
I took a deep breath, and tried to chase these thoughts from my mind. I turned to the book, and even if it took me a few minutes to get back into it, it eventually provided a welcome distraction.
*****
A big splash woke me up. I must have dozed off over my book, and I looked around, somewhat panicky. I spotted Mom coming from inside, obviously annoyed with something.
"Sorry babe, she had one too many, and..."
She raised her hands apologetically and went to the edge of the deck, checking if Julie was alright. She was met with a generous spray of water that soaked her white shirt and nearly reached my feet. She turned towards me, shaking her head as if telling me "I told you so", neatly put the shirt on the back of a chair to let it dry, and jumped in the lake to join Julie.
It was my turn to shake my head. If I didn't know better, I could have sworn it was two teenagers playing in the water, complete with the silly giggles. I was about to get back to my book when I saw Julie climbing the deck and coming for me.
"Chris, enough of these books, come have some fun with us," she said, grabbing me by the arm.
"But I..." I tried to protest.
But Julie didn't want to have nothing of it. "Yeah, yeah, you had a concussion, yadda, yadda, yadda. But it's been two days already, and you don't look too worse for wear, and we'll be around so there's nothing to be afraid of. So stop chickening out, mister."
I let out a sigh and surrendered, still feeling sore in a number of places. I sat at the edge of the deck, legs dangling in the cool water, while Julie jumped back in with a splash.
"Don't tell me it's too cold for you, Chris. Come on and play with us!"
Mom tried to intervene. "Jules, let him take his time, he's still..."
"Mads, you've gotta stop being over-protective with him. He's not gonna break, you know."
"I'm not being over-protective, he's been in an accident and..."
"I know that, and he looks fine and I'm not exactly asking him to go bungie jumping with me, am I?"
"Not, but--"
"So there. The most he's going to risk joining us will be a little ass-grabbing, and there's nothing wrong with that, is it? And if he's lucky, he might get to do some boob-grabbing himself, and I don't see you complaining about that, right, BoobLover?"
I rolled my eyes, and slid in the water. "Jules, could you please stop with that?"
She giggled. "Why should I? It's so fun teasing you with that. And you know, I understand completely -- I'd be obsessed too if I had these parading around the house every day," she said grabbing Mom's boobs from behind. Mom gave her a slap on the hands and stepped away.
"Jules, stop it. This is getting old... is there anything else you could talk about?"
"Hey, sorry if I'm just trying to have a little fun here," Julie snapped back. "I've been dumped by an asshole, I've been stood up by another, so at least let me enjoy the only guy who's been gracious enough to show some interest these days, okay? Even though I'm getting the feeling he's got more the hots for you than for me..."
"Jules, you can't..."
"But then again, with these boobs, who can blame him?" she quipped, grabbing Mom's breasts again -- and quickly moving away to avoid her wrath. There was some splashing, some laughing, and soon it seemed that Julie's confession never happened. But I had been struck by the loneliness it had revealed, and even if she had complained about my having only eyes for Mom (which, to be honest, wasn't so far from the mark), it was obvious it was important for her to be around us. She had said we were "her favorite people", and at this moment I realized how true that was.
I put my hands in the water and sent a huge splash in their direction -- earning some offended shrieks, and suddenly becoming the object of their vengeance. Soon, we were like three teenagers fooling around in the lake, playing and laughing and enjoying ourselves. And yes, that included some ass-grabbing (especially on Julie's part). But I didn't mind.
*****
We were taking a little break from the playful action, all of us trying to catch our breath, when Julie suddenly asked, out of the blue: "So, Chris, how are things in your love life? Still dating -- what's her name again, Mads?"
I was about to pull myself out of the water, and I hesitated, taken aback.
Mom shook her head, and quickly said: "They broke up a month ago, and her name was Kate."
But Julie wasn't one to take a hint, and instead of moving onto another topic, she decided to dig in. "Oh, really? I'm not surprised. I mean, from what your mother was telling me, she didn't think you would last... what is it, Mads? that's what you said, right?"
I sat on the pontoon, legs dangling in the water. Mom was blushing, and looked up at me, apologetic. "Sorry, baby... she's right, but I didn't think that was my place to say anything. To be honest, I didn't really like Kate."
"Nah, that's okay, Mom, don't worry about it. Maybe just after it was over I would have taken that badly, but not anymore. What didn't you like about her?"
"Hmm, I don't know, there was this feeling that... she was always kind of playing a role, you know? So perfect, that it felt calculated, you know?"
"Yeah, in a way, I see what you mean..."
Julie jumped in, with her usual subtlety: "And how was she in the sack?"
I chuckled, as Mom gasped. "Such a poet, as always..."
"Come on, Chris -- don't be a prude like your mother. (Mom rolled her eyes) How was she?"
I shrugged, not really wanting to dwell on the subject. "I don't know... okay, I guess."
"Oh, that doesn't sound so great. 'Okay', just 'okay'? What was the issue, come on, spill."
"Well, I guess she wasn't too much into it, that's all."
But Julie had obviously decided she wanted to get to the bottom of it, and she pushed on: "Any problem on your side?" Mom tried to intervene, but was soon shushed. "So?"
"What do you mean by 'problem'?"
"Well, obviously you're not too small, so -- too big, too quick, too selfish?"
I chuckled. "Oh no, nothing like that. She just -- didn't like it. I think it was way too messy for her."
"Oh-oh -- so you were asking for naughty things?" There was a twinkle in Julie's eye. "Mads, I told you, your son is a pervert. A boob-pervert, but a pervert nonetheless."
I chuckled again. "No, not at all. What I mean is -- the whole 'sex' thing was messy in her eyes. And she didn't like messy."
Julie shook her head exaggeratedly. "She doesn't know what is good, that's for sure..."
"Well, I guess there were some extenuating circumstances in her case..." I said, a little heady with all the fresh air.
"Oh?"
I blushed. "Erm... okay, I don't know how to put it..."
"Chris, don't be shy, we're all adults here. Even if some of us are a little stuck-up and all," she winked at Mom who let out an exasperated sigh.
"O-kay. Well, the thing is... I'm quite abundant, when I..."
"Really? Because -- okay, listen." All of a sudden, Julie had turned very businesslike. "You see, there are three types of guys, when it comes to that: drippers, spurters and gushers. True, your mother has much more experience than me in that department -- Mads, do you want to explain?"
Mom sighed, but came closer to explain. "Well, the names are pretty much self-explanatory -- I guess Jules only wants to put me in a spot and embarrass me with that. Anyways (another sigh), the drippers usually sprinkle a few drops, the spurters, well, let out a few spurts, and the gushers..."
"The gushers are like firehoses and make a big mess all over the place," interrupted Julie. "So which are you? Obviously not a dripper, so..."
I chuckled. "Are you seriously asking me that?"
"Of course I am! It's of the utmost interest for the both of us, I'm sure -- no, Mads, don't deny it, I'm certain you're curious about it. Hmm? Am I right?"
Mom let out a little smile. "Well, I guess I am a little curious about it..."
"See? So. Gusher or spurter?"
I surrendered. "Spurter, I guess. I... it doesn't come out in one go, it's more... I don't know, eight or ten spurts or something."
"Now we're talking!" Julie exclaimed enthusiastically. "Well, of course, I'll only believe what I see, but that sounds pretty promising, right?" she said, turning to my mother.
She replied by a non-committal "hmm-hmm", but her eyes were on me... and quickly looked down at my cock, still very much erect. It was only a flash, and she was soon staring at me. Maybe it was my over-active imagination or the sun beating down on my head, but I could have sworn she quickly licked her lips, a sparkle in her eyes.
Julie, oblivious to all this, pulled herself out of the lake, saying loudly: "Damn, I need a drink. In fact, we all need a drink. I've had enough water for the day."
Mom followed her, smiling, and after drying ourselves in the sun, we all headed back in the cool shade of the cabin. My head was spinning, once again.
Surprisingly, the conversation moved to other, safer topics once we got inside. To be honest, I had been more or less expecting to be the butt of at least a little more of Julie's playful teasing. But once inside, Julie started complaining about not being able to locate her favorite bottle of wine, then dived into the small room that served for a cellar, and when she eventually came back with two acceptable alternatives to the elusive vintage, the mood had significantly changed. Funnily enough, that made me think of Julie's nickname "cocktease", which had kind of puzzled me until that point. Now, I could guess at some of the reasons she might have earned it. Mom seemed used to these antics, and had busied herself with preparing the glasses in the kitchen, with something of an exasperated look on her face. In the meantime, I had helped myself with a can of tonic, and was just happy staying out of the way.
Soon, Julie was complaining about how things were going at work. She was referring to a whole bunch of people I had never heard about, but Mom obviously knew them and was more than happy to bitch along. So that they could have some time for themselves, I offered to cook dinner for everyone, and casting all protestations aside, I took control of the kitchen. I liked to cook -- I didn't have much of a range, but there were a few dishes that I knew how to make, and my friends seemed to enjoy them (but then again, maybe they were just being nice). So I set up to prepare some chicken curry with coconut milk and a couple of side dishes, while the ladies were chatting the day away next room. There was a quiet normality to it all, that was only momentarily broken when Mom came in for a refill of their glasses.
"Hmm, sexy," she said.
I turned towards her, chuckling. "What, Mom, you like it?" I replied, pointing at the apron I had put on, which was adorned with large, bright flowers.
She pouted, giving me a lookover. "Sorta. I like the back, but the front is way too covered."
"You know, that's kinda the idea. The apron's supposed to protect you, so it has to cover things up."
"Oh, right, sorry. It's just that you were talking about accessorizing earlier, and..." she winked.
"Hmm, by the way -- do you think we'll eat outside tonight? Or is it getting too chilly for that?"
"Inside, probably," she smiled. "That's the only downside I can see to this nudism thing. Better do it in a warm, heated place."
I chuckled, and she picked up the glasses I had just filled, and brought them back to the living room. I followed her with my eyes, marveling at how beautiful she was. Call that sixth sense or intuition -- she noticed and turned, flashed me a smile and blew a kiss in my direction before leaving me alone.
Dinner was fun and relaxed -- and both women praised my cooking skills, which was always nice. It was a low-key affair though. Obviously, the long day in the sun had taken its toll on all of us, and I wasn't the only one stifling a yawn when we got to dessert. After clearing the table, we all went to our respective rooms and I picked up my book to read a little before going to bed.
But soon, my thoughts wandered, going back to all that had happened in that incredible day. I didn't know what to think of it all, and wasn't sure it could all be filed under "playful flirting". Or maybe it was nothing but, and I was just imagining things and wishing... wishing what, exactly? I wasn't sure myself. Julie I had kinda figured out -- she liked to be provocative and teasing, but she was mostly interested in just that. As if the promise of something was better than the thing itself. Mom was different in that regard, it seemed. Maybe it was only because she was my Mom, but there seemed to be some seriousness in her that Julie was lacking. Yes, it was something of a game, but -- but maybe something more too. And there were some words I couldn't get out of my mind: "I'm so glad I make you harder than she does."
Yes, I was hard for my mother. Hard, again. There was no denying it. I couldn't hide behind the nudist thing, or my being single and driven by hormones or anything. Mom was turning me on. I sighed. I had to do something about my hard-on. I put my kindle down, and rose from the bed. I opened the door a crack, and listened. The cabin was silent. I moved swiftly towards the bathroom, and slipped inside. I didn't need to turn the lights on -- the small window at the back let in the light coming from the lamp outside, by the turn of the road.
I stood in front of the porcelain bowl, and grabbed my cock. I was already fully hard, and started to stroke slowly. My head was full of sights of Mom from the day -- so gorgeous and tantalizing. In the morning, with that white shirt. In the kitchen, talking together. On the deck, taking pictures. She was a goddess... my goddess. The stories she had shared, when chatting with Julie came back to haunt me. That day she had become the "Cream Queen"... yes, I was picturing her, my dear Mom, with cum smearing her lips. With my cum... My hand was moving faster on my shaft, I was close, so close -- and then my cock erupted.
Maybe I had heard a noise, or maybe it was just some kind of sixth sense. To this day, I still don't know what alerted me, but I opened my eyes, and turned... to see my mother, perfectly framed in the door, watching me with her mouth a perfect "o" of surprise. I took me a moment to understand what was happening -- enough so that my cock was now spent, softly pulsating with the last throbs of my orgasm. I was about to say something, anything, when Mom held up her hand, then made the "hush" gesture, smiled and slowly closed the door, leaving me alone. I hear her soft steps leading back to her room.
A few minutes later, I was myself back in my bed, trying to wrap my head around what had just happened. Oh, I knew fairly well the gist of it: my mother had walked in as I was masturbating, just like one of these cheesy stories in bad erotica. But then, she had left, not saying anything, and I was just wondering what that meant, if anything. It took me a long time to find sleep, that night.
When I woke up, the cabin was silent. I checked out my phone, just to see that again, I was operating like clockwork, waking up at the same time day in, day out. I grabbed a blanket and my kindle and headed for the living room. I took my usual place on the sofa, and started reading. The sofa was comfortable, it was pleasantly warm under the blanket, and even if the book was rather interesting... I guess I ended up dozing off. And was only awaken when Julie barged in the living, fuming.
She was on the phone, and from the sound of it, the person on the other end was definitely in a bad spot. "What part of 'vacation' don't you understand? I told everyone I was going to be away this week, so he can't pretend that... yes, I know it's an emergency, you told me twice already. And we did discuss that file last Friday, and he was sure it could wait, and... I don't care that the other side had an opportunity to come by today, I... I know... sure... okay, but -- exactly, I'll be in and out, just for today, and after that, I'm going to turn off that phone and you'll have to handle everything by yourselves... yeah, right. Okay, see you in a bit."
She shook her head, sighing. And then she noticed me. "Sorry, Chris -- I didn't know you were there."
"Bad news at work?"
"Yeah, some genius decided it would be a good thing to have one of our major clients come over the very week I'm not around. And then realized he did need me to be around, because he doesn't know how to close the deal, and so... sorry, I'm ranting, I don't want to bore you with all this. Anyways, I have to go in for the day, and I'll probably be back late this afternoon, unless they drag me into having dinner with them, and then... you be nice to your mother, young man, okay?"
"Sure, Jules."
"And you tell her I'm sorry, and that she can misbehave all she wants with you while I'm gone, as long as I get a full debrief."
"Very funny. I'll tell her."
"I'm counting on you, Chris."
"Yeah, right."
"Gotta run. Bye!"
"Bye, Jules."
I checked my phone, and was surprised to see it was after ten. Soon I heard Julie's car leaving, and the cabin was quiet again. Mom liked to sleep in, but she rarely stayed in bed later than ten, so I knew she was probably going to be up soon. I started to feel a little worried about what had happened the night before. Was she going to confront me with it? Should I say something? If so, then what?
It was some time after half past ten that Mom eventually walked in the room. She was wearing the same white shirt as the previous day, and she looked somewhat sleepy.
"Hey baby," she said, giving me a kiss on the forehead. "Have you seen Jules?"
"Yeah, she's be called in to work. She was in a fairly bad mood, to be honest. Some kind of emergency."
Mom pouted. "Poor Jules. I often tell her she shouldn't run there every time they call, or they'll keep doing just that. But then again, she's convinced that they can't properly do their jobs if she's not there to make sure they don't make a monumental blunder, so...did she say when she'd be back?"
"Late afternoon, unless there's dinner."
"There'll probably be dinner."
"Then late today, I suppose."
She sighed. "Well, I guess it's me and you again, baby."
"Yep"
"You know, there's this place that does great avocado salads and shrimps, for takeaway. Julie told me about it, that you had to go in early because it's so popular, and they do takeaway. What do you think?"
I shrugged; "Why not?" Mom was often enthusiastic about food, much more than I was.
"It's a deal then. I'll go take a shower -- have you taken yours?"
"Not yet, but you can go first, Mom."
"Okay, I won't be long.
I smiled. Of course she would be long -- she just loved taking long, hot showers. That was just the way it was. And indeed, it was 11 am when I finally got to take a shower myself. I dressed up lightly (boxers and shorts, a large t-shirt) and exited my room. Mom was waiting for me in the entrance, wearing a light blue dress, looking happy and bubbly.
For sure, she was in a playful mood, and as soon as we were in the car (she was driving, on the basis that it wouldn't be safe for me to be behind the wheel, "considering my condition" as she had said), she chuckled and said: "Do you realize I think I opened my suitcase for the first time this morning? With that dare of yours, I didn't have any use for it until now."
"Good thing you travel light, then," I joked, since she always used to overpack, even for short stays.
"Is that sarcasm I'm hearing?"
"Wh-? Oh, not at all, Mom. I was just, you know, making a comment, that's all."
"Hmm-hm. Anyways. It feels almost weird to be dressed again, don't you think?"
I shrugged. "Yeah, a little."
"Funny how quickly you can get used to all that... I remember reading somewhere how liberating it could be, and at the time I wasn't so sure. But now..."
"Well, it can be embarrassing at times."
"Oh come on, baby, you're among family. What's to be embarrassed about?"
"Well, some things that aren't supposed to happen among family, I guess."
"Wow, Julie was right. You *are* stuck-up..."
I shook my head, unbelieving. "Mom, you can't be serious. I know you've been understanding and all, and I thank you for that, but -- some of my reactions have been... definitely out of what is generally accepted. Right?"
"Baby, it's only the three of us -- well, actually, more like the two of us, since Jules is kind of making an habit of being called away. And despite all you might say, I've been enjoying every moment spent here with you. And going nude didn't change a thing. Well, actually, it has (she giggled), but I'm certainly not complaining."
"Are you sure?"
"Oh, please, Chris, stop that already. Or I'm going to worry that your concussion is much more serious than the doctor implied it was. How blunt do I have to be for you to understand? I like to see you hard, baby. And I'm sure you like to see me naked too," she chuckled.
It took me a few seconds to digest all that. I hadn't really been able to figure out how I was feeling about what was happening between us, and Mom's direct statement had left me speechless, my mind reeling with possible implications.
She carried on: "Remember Julie's nickname, from when we were partying together? 'CockTease', she was, because she was all bluster, but rarely followed through once teasing was over. Well, I'm certainly not the life of the party like she can be, but I've always managed to get the guy I wanted. Because I wasn't afraid to act, whatever others might have been thinking. And what Julie usually forgets to mention when she tells that story about that night at the club, is that *I* came up with that nickname. And that makes all the difference, you know?"
"Yeah, I guess. I mean, I see your point, in a way."
"I wasn't ashamed of what I had done -- and by the way, I had been with that guy at least a month at the time, so no, it wasn't like some kind of sordid backroom thing. (she caught herself) Sorry, baby, I'm venting."
I chuckled. "That's okay, Mom."
"Anyways, I claimed the title -- I was the Cream Queen, and proud of it. (she giggled) By the way, maybe you should do the same."
I was confused. "What do you mean?"
"Claim your title too. Are you sure you're okay with 'BoobLover'? Because judging from what I saw yesterday, the 'Cream King' could definitely be an option..."
I gasped. By now, I had more or less assumed that Mom wouldn't bring up the topic of my nightly session -- wrongfully, it appeared. Blushing, I stuttered. "Erm, I... I'm sorry about..."
"Oh Chris, come on! What did I just tell you? It's just the two of us, what is there to be embarrassed about? That's not the first time I've seen something like that, you know..."
"You mean... you've seen me before...?"
"What? Oh no, silly. What I mean, is that I've seen other guys cum. Though definitely not as... abundantly. Is it always like that with you?"
I shrugged, still completely taken aback by this direction our conversation was going. "I don't know. Yeah, pretty much, I guess."
"Wow. So yeah, definitely the 'Cream King'. (she giggled) So fitting too -- the 'Cream Queen', and the 'Cream King'. Like mother, like son."
I frowned. "Not exactly. I mean, it's..."
"Oh, you're right -- I guess the 'Cream Prince' would be more appropriate. Don't you think?"
I was pretty sure there was nothing remotely 'appropriate' about that line of reasoning, but before I could say anything, she carried on. "You know, it's nearly like... we complete each other."
"Erm, Mom, are you sure that's the way you want to put it?"
"Why, baby? Are you shocked?" She flashed me a saucy smile. I was still very much confused by all this, but I couldn't deny how much this exchange was turning me on.
"It's kinda naughty, right? (she giggled) I'm sure Julia would love it."
"Probably."
"But to be honest, 'Cream King' has a nicer ring to it. 'Prince' implies you'd be second-best or something. So 'Cream King' it is."
"Mom, you're silly."
"Me? Never. And praise the King for his generosity!"
I chuckled, shaking my head in disbelief. "So you really think I should claim that title?"
"Mmm-hm."
I pondered. "Not sure how I'm going to explain it to Julie, though."
"Why don't you just show her? I'm sure she'll be thrilled."
"Ha ha. Nah, I only do private showings."
"Hmm, so you're saying I'm privileged?"
"Very much so."
"So that was all for me?" She smiled.
"All for you, Mom," I said, putting something of an emphasis on 'Mom', to gauge her reaction.
She fidgeted in her seat. "Hmm, I like the sound of it." And for sure, so did I -- my cock was painfully hard in my shorts.
I was about to say something when Mom took a turn and told me we were nearly there. And indeed, a few minutes later, we were stopping on a rather empty parking lot, next to what looked like a larger version of the cabin. Yet, the colorful sign at the entrance (sporting the local specialty) made sure to dispel any possible confusion.
Mom turned to me. "So, shall we?"
"Erm, in a minute, maybe?"
She frowned. "What's the matter, baby?"
"I... I guess I'm not really decent, Mom"
She giggled. "Really? You... (she turned to a conspiratory whisper) Is it because of all our talk?"
I nodded.
"Wow." She bit her lower lip, then turned to me to whisper again. "Show me."
I should have hesitated, or shown at least some restraint. But I didn't -- I just pulled my waistband down and turned towards her to let her see my hard cock, the head glistening with precum. It wasn't a quick flash, either. I was, to use her own words, claiming the moment and proudly showing off.
She giggled. "Wow."
"You said that already, Mom," I chuckled. "I guess you have that kind of effect on me, my Queen," I winked at her. And, pushed by a sudden inspiration, I carried on. "Though to be honest, you are at an advantage."
"What do you mean, baby?" she asked, her eyes still on my cock.
"Well, you've had indisputable proof of my being the Cream King..."
"Yes, and...?" she started asking, before stopping herself and staring at me, a sassy look on her face. "Oh, I see. Someone is suddenly getting bolder."
"Is that a reproach?"
"Not at all. Just an observation." She giggled.
"What is it?"
"I just thought that you can't have a Cream Queen without a Cream King."
I pondered that for a moment. "You've got a point. But now that you have one..."
I was interrupted by the sound of tires on gravel, and looking in the mirror, saw that another car had joined us on the parking lot. I quickly hid my cock back in my pants, blushing a little. Mom giggled again, opened her door and motioned me to follow her. Reluctantly, and hoping my large t-shirt would be hiding my erect state, I stepped out.
About twenty minutes later, we were on our way back to the cabin. Our conversation had moved to more mundane things, but my thoughts kept going back to what she had implied. She was the Cream Queen, and she had dubbed me the Cream King... I couldn't see that as anything else but an open invitation. A very tempting one.
There was no one on the road, so the trip back was surprisingly short. Since Mom had been driving, I was holding our order, which means I went in first to drop it on the counter of the kitchen. The clock on the wall indicated just a little past noon, but considering how late Mom had gotten out of bed, I assumed we wouldn't be having lunch right away. I went back to the living room, and quickly took off my clothes -- which I sent flying through the opened door to my room. Mom saw me on her way back from her own room, and smiled.
"Hmm, this is much better this way," she giggled, her gaze visibly dropping to my swollen cock. I took her in, and noticed how her nipples seemed particularly perky. She dropped on the sofa, sitting cross-legged, her eyes still on me. There was definitely electricity in the air. I suddenly had a wild inspiration, and stepped a little closer.
"Are you feeling hungry, Mom?"
She looked at me quizzically. "Hmm, not yet, no. Why?"
"Well, since we have some time..."
"Yes, baby?"
"I was thinking about what you said earlier, in the car. About... claiming the title, you know? So I thought that maybe, I should make sure that you get a good view this time. You know, not something that might lead to false expectations, because of bad lighting or something."
"Oh," she smiled. "I mean, that sounds very sensible to me."
"It does, right? One must be sure, with these kind of things." I started stroking, slowly, standing right before her. As she was sitting, my cock was level with her wonderful breasts. I pointed it towards them, and Mom quickly reacted by crossing her arms under them, nodding encouragingly. My hand began to move faster.
"Hmm, baby, that's beautiful... oh yes... please, cum for me, baby. Cum for me..."
It was too much for me. Her words were making my head spin, and the sight of her...
"Oh Mom!" I gasped, as I felt that familiar sensation in my groin, before I couldn't hold it anymore. I let out an animal sound (something between a moan and a grunt) as the first spurt landed on her breasts, followed by many more. Mom was repeating "Oh baby... oh baby..." as if in a daze, unconsciously licking her lips while her eyes were wide open, feasting on the sight of the mess I had made. I was nearly spent, coaxing the last few drops from my softening cock when she looked at me. She didn't say a word, but she didn't need to. I took a step forward, and she delicately took my cockhead in her mouth. I could feel her tongue flickering around it, licking off the cum, and she moaned again when a last pull managed to milk out yet another small drop. She reluctantly let go of my tired cock, glowing with pleasure and lust, and started gathering my cum from her breasts, licking it hungrily from her fingers.
She giggled. "See, baby, I told you: we complete each other."
My knees weak, I sat down on the low table facing the sofa. I couldn't take my eyes off her.
"My Queen," I whispered.
"My King," she replied.
"Are you... are you okay?" I asked, suddenly realizing the enormity of what we had just done.
"I think I am," she replied jokingly. "Are you?"
"I... I think so."
"Are you sure?"
I was about to answer when my stomach let out a very audible growl. Mom giggled, and stood up. "Come on, we have get some food into you. With what you came, baby, no wonder you're hungry!"
With a last smile, she headed for the kitchen, leaving me speechless.
The lunch that followed was kind of strange, to be honest. We could have been avoiding the subject of what had just happened, or to the contrary be speaking only of it -- both options would have made sense to me, if you had asked me beforehand (that is, supposing I had been able to put aside the otherworldliness of that question). But what happened was something so unexpectedly natural: we were chatting as we usually were, and that topic was just one among many that our conversations were bound to encompass.
The food was probably good, but I don't remember it at all. What I remember, though, is that at one point Mom noticed that there was a dollop of my cum on the side of one of her breasts, and joking about the delicious mess I had made, simply gathered it with her finger before bringing it to her mouth. I remember how amazed I was at her -- how beautiful she was, how bright her eyes were on me, how sexy the whole thing was.
I know it sounds lame, but I took a nap after we cleaned the plates. I was exhausted from the piled-up emotions, and I just passed out as soon as I laid down on the large bed in Mom's room. When I woke up, Mom, was reading next to me, and graced me with one of her wonderful smiles.
"Hello baby..."
"Hey Mom." I looked around, a bit disoriented. "I... I must have fallen asleep," I said, unsure if I hadn't dreamt the whole thing.
"Sure you did, baby. How are you feeling?"
"Okay, I guess," I said, pushing myself up against the wall.
She moved closer to me and put her head on my shoulder. Her hand fell casually on my thigh. "It's nice to be together here, baby."
"Yeah, Mom. I mean, at least that accident had an upside."
She giggled. "It sure did. And I'm glad we went for that dare with Julie."
I put an arm over her shoulder, my hand coming to rest against her breast. When she didn't react, I took my chance and cupped it against my palm. She snuggled closer to me, letting out a lovely sigh.
After a long moment, she kissed my cheek, and moved away, kneeling on the bed. Her eyes in mine, she gave my cock a light lick, before asking, playful: "May I, my King?"
I chuckled. "You know, I was wondering if it was just a dream."
She smiled. "Oh, it was that good?"
"Mmm-hm."
"Well, you haven't seen anything yet, baby." And she went back to licking my cock, that was slowly rising to attention. I moved my hands so that I was now holding her heavy breasts in my palms, feeling the taut nipples against my skin. She moaned encouragingly, before taking me in her mouth.
"Mom, this is heavenly," I moaned.
"I know, baby, I know."
Again, I was surprised by how natural it all was. I remembered my first time with my previous girlfriends, how there was this kind of urgency of getting it done, as if there was only that one chance and it was gone. There was nothing of the kind there -- I was at peace, marveling at the incredible sight of my mother, lovingly sucking on my cock, as I was caressing her heavy breasts.
"Mom... this is beautiful," I whispered, in awe.
"Yes it is, baby."
I came shortly after that -- I know I was nearly overwhelmed by the moment, and Mom's expert cajoling of my cock did the rest. I exploded on her tongue, her moans of pleasure echoing mine as I shot my seed down her throat again and again. She had stopped moving her head, but her hand was still on me, milking me dry, lovingly. She finally let go of my cock, laying her head on my thigh with a contended sigh.
"Oh Mom..."
"I know, baby. It's perfect."
It was perfect, and we stayed like this for a long time, my hand caressing her hair. Until the unexpected sound of wheels on the gravel outside made us start. I quickly went to the living room and through the closed blinds, I saw Julie coming out of her car. I told Mom, who had already straightened up the covers on the bed and came to my side, handing me my kindle before quickly sitting down on the sofa with one of her magazines. When Julie opened the door, she was met with the most innocent of displays (excepting the fact that we were both naked, of course) -- Mom looking up from her reading place, and me walking to the door to see who was there. She beamed us a tired smile.
"Hey, now that's my kind of welcome committee," she joked. "Looking good, Chris. I hope you two didn't misbehave too much while I was away, right?"
"Nah, I woke up late and we went to that shrimp place you had told me about," Mom said, without missing a beat. "And Chris was tired and took a little nap, just like he did yesterday. How are things with you, Jules?"
She sighed. "Damn, I was hoping you guys had done something incredibly naughty to at least bring me some distraction. It's a mess over there -- I only came back to grab my laptop cord and my phone charger... though now that I'm here, I definitely regret having to go back there. Honestly, Mads, how do you do it?"
"What exactly?"
"Resist temptation with this young stud around, of course!" She gave me a playful slap on the ass, surprising me.
"Hey!" I protested.
"Who says I'm resisting?" Mom joked, with a wink.
"Yeah, right. Anyways, gotta go, or things are going to explode at the office. Have fun while I'm away, okay? But not too much fun, or I'll be jealous."
She gave us a little wave before walking out the door to her car. A few minutes later, we heard the car turning on the main road, and silence fell down on us.
We looked at each other, and we suddenly became overcome with laughter. I sat down on the armchair across from Mom, trying to gather myself. It took us a few minutes to recover.
"Wow," I eventually managed. "You have some poker face, Mom."
"Thanks. That was a close call."
"Indeed. It's a good thing she came by after lunch, and not right before it, though."
"Oh yes," Mom giggled. "It would have been hard to explain..."
"Well, I don't think it would have been hard to explain. To justify, though..."
"You're right, baby." She stretched like a cat, and I felt something stir in my stomach. She was beautiful.
We went out on the deck at the back of the cabin and ended up spending the better of the next hours there. It was a quiet afternoon -- we didn't do much. Contrary to the previous day, there was a light breeze blowing, and it felt just a little too cool for taking a dive in the lake.
Which means that I actually made some progress in my book, while Mom was working on her tan and doing some reading of her own. The surroundings were silent (well, compared to how it is in the city -- birds were singing, insects were chirping, you get the picture), so much that we almost jumped when around five, Mom's phone started ringing. She went in to pick it up and answered while walking back.
"Hey Jules, how are you doing? Oh, wait, I'm going to put you on speakerphone, so that Chris can hear you. Here you go."
Mom sat next to me and put the phone on the low table before us.
"Hey guys. (she sighed) I'm so sorry, it's just hell around here and -- what is it, Janet? oh come on, do I have to do everything around here? I'm on the phone here, go ask Mike, he knows how the scanner works. Of course he does! I don't care, Janet, go ask him. This is unbelievable! Are you still there, guys?
"Yes, we are. Sounds complicated..." Mom chuckled.
"You have no idea. I've never seen them like that. I mean, they're not always super sharp, you know, but today it seems that they're all playing some kind of dumb and dumber game. And not the funny kind. Anyways. How are you doing over there?"
"We're good, I guess." Mom winked at me.
"Hmm, you sure? Chris, are you okay? You can tell me if she's boring you to death, right?"
I smiled. "No, we're great, we're have a good time here. But you know it's never as fun as it is when you're around," I joked. Mom rolled her eyes, swiftly slid to the floor, and started nibbling at my cock. "Mom!" I mouthed, trying to keep some sort of composure.
"Ha ha! Mads, your son is such a sweet-talker... What? But did you--? What did he say? Dammit! Give me a minute, I'm coming. Okay, guys, I'm going to have to cut it short, or things are going to explode around here. So Chris, you're sure things are not too hard with your mother?"
We nearly burst out laughing, as indeed, things were getting very hard with my dear mother at that moment. But I did my best to sound lofty and detached when I answered: "Nah, I know she's trying her best..."
"Ok, good. Keep on the good work, Mads." Mom giggled, her mouth wrapped around my cockhead.
"Will do, Jules," she said, before teasing me again.
"Good. Because obviously, I won't be able to make it back to you guys today. Maybe tomorrow, but -- I don't know. The way this thing is going, it's going to be an all-nighter, and... Yes, I'm coming, give me a minute. Anyways. There was something else I wanted to tell you, but..."
"Maybe that wasn't that important," I joked, hoping to end the call before things got too risky -- and considering the way Mom was enthusiastically playing with my cock, I didn't have long.
"Yeah, probably. Anyways, I'll call you tomorrow, and enjoy your time there, okay? Talk soon guys, love ya."
"Bye Jules," we both said, and the line went dead.
I looked at Mom, who looked back at me with her most innocent smile. "Yes, baby?"
"Mom, you've been naughty?"
"Have I?" she smiled, giving my cock a lusty lick before moving back to her chair, facing me.
"Mmm-hmm," I nodded. "Honestly, what got into you?"
"Hm? I don't know, I guess I wanted to see you squirm a little... and squirm you did," she giggled.
"That was unfair."
"Was it?...Maybe a little." She stuck her tongue at me, her eyes sparkling.
"And you know I don't like it when things are unfair."
"So what are you going to do about it, baby?"
"I'm going to settle the score, I guess."
"Wha-? Chris!" she nearly yelped, as it was my turn to slide down my chair and position myself between her legs. She looked at me, her eyes wide -- and then I gave her the lightest of licks. As I started lightly probing her wet slit with the tip of my tongue, she purred and bit her lower lip and closed her eyes.
As soon as I had a taste, I felt ravenous -- and soon I was all over her pussy, kissing, nibbling and teasing, listening to her moans to guide me. My hands were on her thighs, but she grabbed one and put it against her breasts. It nearly caught my breath away -- the feeling of heaviness, the hard nipple against my palm... I moaned and grabbed that voluptuous flesh, as it was offered to me. My tongue was now exploring her folds, alternatively teasing her clit and pushing as deep as I could. I moved my other hand and started lightly caressing her pussy lips with the tip of my finger... before slowing pushing it in.
She was breathing harder now, her body trembling sometimes, and I kept devouring her.
"Oh baby," she moaned, and I moaned back, two fingers now deep in her pussy, and my lips all over her clit. She moaned some more, her voice now hoarse with something deeply animal, and I felt her tense once more... and then suddenly she let out a strangled cry. I rode her climax, my tongue flickering all over her, my hands holding her, until she begged me to stop.
I gave her pussy a last kiss, and sat back on my chair, a contented smile on my face.
Mom was sprawled over her chair, catching her breath, looking at me and shaking her head.
"What's the matter, Mom?" I chuckled. "You had it coming..."
She smiled. "Indeed... but that's not the way I expected it to happen."
"Oh really?"
"Really. And while that was nice..."
"Only nice?"
"Okay, really nice... don't be cocky, young man!" she giggled, before carrying on. "Yes, while that was really nice, I still would like my treat."
"Your treat?"
"Yes, baby."
"What exactly are you talking about?"
She smiled. "Oh, you know exactly what I'm talking about, baby."
"Hm?"
She moved closer to me and whispered in my ear: "I want you to feed me your cum, baby."
She smiled, and continued, matter-of-factly. "Remember, you're the Cream King. With great power comes great responsibility, right?"
I nodded and stood, standing next to her. Without surprise, my cock was hard and ready. Her eyes locked on mine, she licked her lips hungrily.
Half an hour later, we were reclining on the sofa inside. The early evening chill had chased us from the deck. Mom was snuggled against me, enjoyably warm and soft, and I kept casting furtive glances at her. There was something surreal to what had happened today, and I still wasn't sure I hadn't dreamt it all. Her face was innocent and serene, obviously focused on what she was reading, and at the same time her nakedness (and the undeniable opulence of her breasts) radiated sensuality. I got a flash of her looking up at me, smiling, my cum smeared all over her lips, sucking on my cock to coax the last few drops out. She must have sensed something, since she looked up at me, some unsaid question in her eyes, and I just shook my head to reassure her. She blew me a kiss before returning to her book.
I took a deep breath, savoring the perfection of the moment. What was surprising me, besides the fact that these things had happened at all, that is, was how natural it had all felt. There had been no awkwardness between us, no rushed things -- as if we had all the time in the world, and as if we were just enjoying something we had done (and thoroughly enjoyed) countless of times. I eventually picked up my book, but I wasn't into it. I kept looking back at Mom, still marveling how at much I loved her.
Slightly after seven that evening, my stomach started grumbling, and after Mom had joked about "the appetite of these young guys", we went to the kitchen to fix something to eat. We microwaved some pizza and whipped up a little salad to go with it, and we sat down at the table to eat.
Again, I was surprised by how simple the whole thing was. For sure, Mom's exposed (and glorious) breasts were a sure reminder that this wasn't your normal family dinner. And still -- there was nothing in our conversation that night that was particularly different, except maybe for the light flirting between us. We took our time (diving into a big bucket of ice cream for dessert), and it was closing in on nine when we finally put away the dishes and cleaned the table.
I walked behind Mom, and on an impulse, wrapped my arms around her. Mom let out a soft sigh, and put her arms on top of mine. I intended it as nothing but a loving embrace, but of course, our nakedness made it much more. Indeed, her breasts were weighing on my arms, and my cock was snug against her ass. I started nibbling at her neck lightly, and she turned her head towards me to meet my lips. We kissed, our tongues connecting and sending chills down my spine. My hands moved up and grabbed her breasts, and she moaned in my mouth. She started grinding her ass against me, my cock hard between her thighs, feeling her wetness down there. I wanted her.
I pushed her forward against the table, and she just laid down on top of it. I grabbed her hips and positioned myself so that my cockhead was brushing against her pussy. And, very deliberately, I started to slide in. Mom was biting her lower lip, and when she saw I was looking at her, flashed me a lovely smile over her shoulder. I started pounding in and out, my stomach hitting her ass again and again. Her moans were answering my grunts, and in spite of having already cum three times that day, I could feel yet another climax boiling in my balls.
"Oh Mom, I'm gonna cum," I warned her.
"Yes baby, yess!" she moaned, as I felt her contract around me. That took me over the edge, and I started pumping cum deep into her folds -- thrusting deep with each spurt, Mom joining her moans to mine. When I was done, I nearly stumbled back, my knees suddenly weak, and sat down heavily on a chair. Mom straightened up and squatted in front of me.
"Come on baby, let me clean you..." she purred, before taking my cock in her hand and sliding it in her mouth. Her other hand was between her legs, and she soon brought it up, filled with my cum. She let go of my now softening cock, and started licking hungrily from her palm. I watched her, mesmerized. She repeated the process once more, giggling: "Wow, there's so much of it..."
"I like to please my Queen," I retorted.
"And I my King," she smiled.
She finally stood up, gave me a quick peck on the lips and went to the bathroom for a quick shower. That last orgasm had left me exhausted, and I was pretty much operating on automatic pilot. Mom decided to take charge and led me to her room, and had me lie down on the large bed. "Sleep tight, baby," she whispered, and turned off the light. I was asleep before she was out the door.
When I woke up, it was light outside, and it took me a minute to figure out where I was. The clock on the bedside table indicated 9am, which was probably some sort of record for me. I was feeling rested and much better than the previous days. There was a warm place in the bed by my side, indicating Mom had slept there, but had probably woken up a short while ago. I stepped out of the bed and went to the kitchen. Mom was there, making herself a cup of tea.
"Hey Mom."
"Hey baby -- did I wake you?"
"Not at all. (I blinked a few times) My, I'm not used to sleeping that much."
"How are you feeling?"
"Rested, I guess. But I probably need some coffee before I can operate normally."
"Sit down and let me get you some," she instructed me.
I did as she told me, and just took pleasure watching her move around the kitchen, gloriously naked. I couldn't tire of the sight of her body, and when I told her so, she blushed in the most lovely fashion. She eventually sat down with me, putting two steaming mugs on the table. I sipped on mine, enjoying the bite of the hot coffee.
"So," she smiled, "what do you have in mind for today, baby?"
"Well, I don't know. I'm just happy spending... quality time with you, Mom, I guess."
"Oh? Spending time with your boring old Mom, as Jules would say?
"Something like this. And you're neither boring nor old, Mom."
"Thank you, baby. And I'm glad you feel that way, I-- what is it?"
We both started as we heard the sound of tires on gravel that indicated someone was arriving at the cabin. I quickly went to the kitchen's window and looked outside.
"Hm, doesn't look like Julie's car... no, it's a family wagon, and... damn, that's Julie's brother!"
"What?"
"Quick, let's get dressed before they get in!"
We scrambled to the room, and got dressed up as fast as we could. We gave ourselves a quick check, just in time. They were opening the door in the entrance, and there was a moment of surprise when we got to meet.
James, Julie's brother, frowned and put down the two heavy suitcases he was holding. Behind him, his wife Marcy and their three kids were crowding the door, trying to get a peek at what was blocking their way.
"Erm, hi Maddie, Chris."
"Hello James," Mom said. "That's a nice surprise."
"A surpr-? Oh, you mean that Julie didn't tell you? She said she would call you and tell you we were on our way."
"No, she didn't. It must have slipped her mind, there was an emergency at work..."
"Yes, she told me. But erm, so yes, we weren't supposed to get here before Friday, but we were staying at Marcy's parents, and her sister was there and--"
"James, they don't have to know about it," snapped Marcy. "We had to change our plans, that's all. Guys, go to your rooms while Daddy empties the car, okay?"
The kids darted to the rooms, and Marcy headed to the kitchen, as if she owned the place. She continued: "Usually, we get to use the cabin at this time of the year. Do you know when Julie's going to get back here?"
Mom's tone was tense when she replied -- obviously, she didn't like Marcy much, and I sure understood why. "She didn't say, but probably not soon. Look, Marcy, we'll just be on our way..."
"Oh, no, Maddie, I wasn't saying you should leave..."
Oh sure you did, I thought, but Mom showed much more diplomacy than I would have been able to.
"No, it's okay. I mean, the reason we came here was first and foremost to spend some time with Julie, and since she's not there... I don't see the point of getting in your way, you know?"
"Are you sure?"
"Definitely, don't worry about us."
"Oh, Maddie, it's so nice of you. I really feel bad about..."
"Don't. We're going to pack our things, and we'll be on our way. I know how it is with kids, don't worry. They can be more than a handful," she said while winking in my direction. I managed to keep a straight face, and followed Mom to our room.
It didn't take us long to clean up everything, and put the sheets in the laundry. We also picked up Julie's stuff (figuring we could save her a potentially explosive confrontation with her sister-in-law) and went to the car outside. James was still doing back-and-forth, now bringing a large crate of food to the kitchen.
"Bye James, enjoy the vacation," Mom quipped.
"Why, Maddie, you're going? We don't want to..."
"No worries, James. We discussed that with Marcy, and it's simpler for you anyways. Enjoy and see you soon, okay?"
"Erm, sure. Bye Chris."
"Bye, James."
By the time Mom was taking her seat behind the wheel, we could already hear the kids yelling and playing, and Marcy complaining to James that he had forgotten to bring something, and that she had specifically instructed him to take it, and how many times did she have to remind him.
We drove away, without much regret. We spent the better part of the trip back home making fun of James and criticizing Marcy, feeling that she well deserved it. But I couldn't help feel that our vacation was over. That cabin by the lake was a nice place remote from the whole world, and there, we had been free. Home was -- well, home, and it was laden with mundanity and boring daily life. Mom opened the door, and I brought our suitcases inside. I took a deep breath. The dream was over.
Mom started busying herself downstairs, opening the windows and letting some fresh air in. I took my stuff and brought it to my room. Then I got back downstairs, a little forlorn. Mom was waiting for me, naked. I looked at her, speechless.
"How come you're still all dressed up, baby?" she smiled. "The vacation's not over, you know."
"Oh? But I thought--"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. I'll have nothing like that around this house, mister. The rules are clear. When we're inside, the clothes have to go."
"Even if Julie is not around?" I joked.
"Who cares about Julie? Baby, from now on, you're mine."
I smiled and took off my clothes. "But of course, my Queen."
"Good. And please come over here, my King," she said, sitting down on the sofa. "I haven't had any cream yet, and I feel ravenous."
Taking a bow, I walked to her, and spread my hands around my cock as if presenting some kind of exceptional offering.
"Thank you baby," she purred, before taking it between her lips. I watched her, transfixed -- my eyes full of love, and wondering if this wonderful vacation would ever end.