The Mother Memories Chapter 8
I couldn’t wait until the next day. I knew Mom wouldn’t wear her bikini with others
nearby but I wanted to get back in the canoe to watch her anyway. I was intrigued
by the play of light across her face from our communal campfire. I knew that Mom was
aware of my attention though she never seemed to acknowledge it.
The next day, we portaged to the fourth lake, losing one group to waiting vehicles.
We were alone starting on the next lake since the rest had moved faster than us on
the trail. I was in no hurry to catch up. When we got in the canoe, Mom placed the
larger pack further forward in favor of a smaller pack to lean back on, bringing her
closer to me. She had put on a short, pleated hiking skirt and a quick-dry blouse
that morning, telling Dad that she wanted to be able to get down to her swimsuit if
we found ourselves alone by lunchtime.
As Mom settled in, Dad and I paddled the canoe away from shore. I soon appreciated
my mother’s choice of attire as she swung her legs up onto the sides of the canoe
again and leaned back against the smaller pack, shifting herself around to get more
comfortable. Her shoulders grazed the inside of my legs and her head, when she laid
it back, rested on the pack inside my knees. She smiled up at me and then closed her
eyes.
My eyes roamed over her as we paddled. After a while Mom’s hand crept up to her blouse
and began working the buttons loose. One … two … three. One more than yesterday.
The quick-dry material, flimsier than the blouse she’d worn the day before, fell flat
on her skin, clinging to her breast. I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra again.
No swimsuit? Darn. I guess I wouldn’t be seeing her in a bikini today. But I could
see more of her breasts since the lapel lay farther to the side with the thinner material
and the extra button undone. White flesh drew a line across both breasts in a narrow
band close to the jut of her nipples hidden less than an inch under the edge of the
blouse.
I was elated at the more liberal exposure and swelled in anticipation of massaging
her with suntan lotion. My expectation was so focused that I was surprised when she
didn’t reach for the lotion near at hand. Instead, she moved her hand to her skirt
which, though exposing her skin as it fell high on her thighs as she stretched her
feet to the sides of the canoe, had been demurely pressed between her legs.
But now her hands grasped the hem on each side of her brown thighs and slowly pulled
it up until it lay on her tummy, baring her bikini bottom to the sun. Her pussy was
displayed in even greater glory than the day before. The bikini rose up over her mound
to dip into the shallow canyon between her lips, ending very low on her belly beyond
which I could see a light brown stubble spreading across above it, narrowing into
a rising band that reached toward her navel. Cock, ten HUT!
Mom opened her eyes just as I was hardening. She could see where I was looking but
didn’t look mad, and I didn’t look away.
“I won’t need lotion until this afternoon,” she observed. “Do you think you could
put it on while Dad has a nap after lunch?”
“Sure, Mom”
“Good,” she smiled, closing her eyes. “Watch where you’re going.”
I ignored her instructions, keeping my eyes on her as she shifted around, wiggling
lower, the cushion underneath pulling her bikini tight against her, the material sinking
into her crack. She began to hum and I was torn between the hypnotic motion of her
feet and the reactive throb of her pussy. Guess which one won the battle most often?
After a while, Mom moved her hands up to her blouse. Just when you could be sure where
my eyes would be, Mom opened hers to smile at me. “It’s getting hot already, isn’t
it?”
I nodded. Closing her eyes, Mom’s fingers pushed the lapels of her blouse apart, then
began toying with the next closed button. I couldn’t help but stare and hope but I
was still surprised when it suddenly popped open. Mom’s finger toyed with the lapels,
running up one and then the other, pushing them apart to expose more skin to the faint
breeze blowing over the water.
I could see her nipples now, each one on the very edge of the material, barely covered,
the stiff upper sides visible from my advantageous angle. Mom opened her eyes again,
catching my admiring gaze on her once more. “It’s going to be a scorcher this afternoon.”
I nodded my agreement, watching as she traced her finger along the edge of the blouse,
hooking her finger in and pulling the material away from her breast to allow cool
air in but also baring the top of her tit to my thankful eyes, the nipple standing
up proudly. She held her shirt out for a while, letting me drink her in before letting
it drop and running her finger over to the other side where she repeated her action,
holding the blouse there open longer. Was she teasing me with her tantalizing display,
or was she really just hot?
Mom closed her eyes, resuming her humming and tapping feet. Barely five minutes went
by before her hand again strayed to her blouse to play with the next button. No. I
couldn’t be that lucky. If she undid one more, it would be hard to keep her blouse
covering her tits. Fiddle … fiddle … fiddle. She pulled her hand away, again tracing
her finger along the edge of her blouse, pulling it up and away.
She opened her eyes again. “Let me know when we get near the corner,” she asked quietly,
referring to the point far ahead around which we should sight the island we were heading
for our lunch break.
I nodded, not questioning why she was almost whispering. I knew that Dad would turn
around and announce the island as soon as he saw it and might find it odd that Mom
was laying there with her legs wide open, her skirt flipped back, and her blouse undone.
But I was her son, after all, and she was waiting to be away from others to wear her
bikini, not me. When she closed her eyes again, she moved her hand back to toy with
the button on her blouse. I waited patiently as she fiddled for the little running
finger peek show to start.
Yet again, she surprised me. The blouse suddenly parted before I realized she had
undone the button. By accident, or did she do it on purpose? I don’t know, but she
didn’t move to do it back up, or to pull her blouse together again. The material had
fallen low on her breast, almost off her nipples, exposing them substantially to the
wind and me. They stiffened as the breeze tickled them.
Mom dropped her hand to her lap. I could see most of her tits if I stretched forward
to look down her front. Paddling automatically, my eyes licked over every exposed
inch, willing her nipples to grow and imagining how it would feel to tug them. Her
shirt cupped the swells rising off her chest, pushing up and exposing the flesh above.
Without opening her eyes, which would have scared and startled me, leaning in for
such a close look at her, Mom quietly spoke, “You’d better keep on course or your
Dad will give you the evil eye.”
I jerked my head up to be sure I was heading for the point. I was. My cock leaped
in my shorts with the realization that Mom was aware of my attention and didn’t mind
but knew that Dad wouldn’t like it. I stiffened to a full hardon.
Eventually, I moved my eyes past Mom’s tits to seek out her pussy once more. As if
reading my mind, Mom moved her hand out of her lap to open herself to my gaze and
her mound pushed up as she arched her back slightly. Her panty-like bikini bottom
had sunk into her crack. Had she opened herself on purpose? Looking up to be sure
Dad wasn’t looking, I noticed we were close to the point. Reluctantly, I whispered
to Mom, itself an act acknowledging our duplicitous collaboration, “Mom, we’re nearing
the point.”
Opening her eyes to look, Mom flipped her skirt down to cover herself, then laid back
to look up at me. “Can you button me up, Nick? My fingers have gone to sleep.”
She watched as my hands fumbled with her buttons. I got them all done up but I managed
to press against her tits and even brush her nipples. Mom was silent, her eyes on
mine while I struggled with her buttons. My ears were tuned to Dad’s paddling, sensitive
for the slightest indication that he may turn around. But he didn’t.
There wasn’t any shade on the only beach on the island. Dad looked really tired and
welcomed Mom’s suggestions that we put up the tents for a respite from the increasingly
hot sun and rest until later in the afternoon when it was cooler. She grabbed my pup
tent and put it up first. Giving Dad a hug, she suggested he crawl in my tent while
we put the other one up. Dad looked so bushed he just crawled in and crashed before
we could even spread a blanket inside. Mom carried the bigger tent down the small
beach about twenty feet and started putting it up. Minutes later she crawled in, telling
me to make sure the canoe was dragged up far enough and then to get out of the sun
with her.
“Get my skin cream, will you?” she called out as I approached the canoe.
It took me a few minutes to find her skin cream. I wasn’t sure which one she meant
so I brought the suntan lotion, her tube of facial suntan lotion, and a small jar
of some white cream. I wasn’t tired at all but I was quite eager to get into the tent
with Mom, even if she did go to sleep. She had spread a blanket over the floor of
the tent and was laying slightly to one side leaving little room for me, not enough
to lay down without touching her. To my delight, she had taken off her shirt and was
just wearing her bikini bottoms although I couldn’t see anything because she was laying
flat on her stomach. I wasn’t complaining. She looked as if she was already asleep.
I crawled in and lay on my side next to her.
“Did you get the cream?” she mumbled.
“I think so. I wasn’t sure which one you wanted.”
“Let’s see.” She turned her head to look. I had dumped the collection of creams just
below her pillow. She drew her head back at little, having difficulty identifying
the creams so close to her face. Then she did something so casually it was beautiful.
She pushed up onto her right elbow, twisting her left shoulder back so she could look
at the collection. As she did, her left breast rose with her, springing from her chest
and dangling free less than a foot from my face.
“Hmmmm,” she seemed to be reading the labels, though she must have known what each
was at a glance. Was she giving me a chance to ogle her tit? If so, I loved her for
it, so much that my cock was growing once more and I had to twist myself to hide it.
“This one,” she said, falling flat again but reaching her hand back to me, holding
the jar of white cream. “Could you put some on me, please?”
I scooped up some white cream with my fingers and reached for her back. I moved my
hands over her, working my way down to the top of her bikini over the next few minutes.
Mom had laid her head down on the pillow and when I reached the rise of her buttocks,
stretched both hands back to grasp her bikini. Hooking her fingers under the legs,
she pulled, dragging the bikini up over her cheeks and in until the material pressed
into her crack. She said nothing, dropping her hands to her sides.
A little stunned at this silent invitation, I pressed my cream covered fingers onto
the middle of her right cheek and, timidly, rubbed it in a small circle. I rubbed
the cream all over her right cheek, then scooped up more for her left cheek, working
it in with small circular movements as well. Her cheeks succumbed to my pressure,
withdrawing and moving like a wave as my fingers pressed forward.
Inevitably, I slid down the slope of her darkening cheeks toward the crease marking
the divide between her ass and her legs. Her legs opened as my fingers moved toward
her center, about to dip between her thighs beneath her ass. Just then, as I was about
to press into that warm place, I heard my father’s voice greeting someone arriving
on the beach.
Mom stirred. “I think we better …”
Placing my hand on her shoulder I tried to keep her still but my father spoke again,
his voice sounding closer to our tent, and she quickly sat up to reach frantically
to find and pull on her shirt. I watched as she opened her legs to thread her feet
through the skirt, my eyes on the front of her bikini.
“Come on, Nick. Go talk to your father.”
I exited the tent, stretching and yawning, greeting Dad as Mom buttoned her shirt.
We left shortly after.
Mom piled the small pack and life jackets against the yoke spanning the middle of
the canoe. She leaned back against this makeshift cushion to sit on another life jacket
in favor of the hard foam cushion she’d previously used as a seat. Her legs stretched
between mine with her feet resting below my seat. I could no longer look over her
head to leer down her blouse, nor could I observe her in private. Although her eyes
were closed under her sunglasses, she could open them at any moment to see exactly
where my attention was focused.
That, however, didn’t stop me from examining her body. Her blouse was buttoned right
to the top and was tucked into her short, loose skirt covering her legs to mid-thigh,
closed tightly together as they stretched to the stern of the canoe.
After a few minutes, she remarked that she’d forgotten to put sunscreen on her legs
and began applying it to her legs. She took her time, never hurrying her hands as
they delicately stroked her tanned limbs. Upon finishing, she returned to her demure
position.
Running my eyes up her legs and over her torso, I noticed that her blouse now had
two buttons undone. I had been so focused on watching her lean over to rub the lotion
into her legs that I hadn’t noticed her loosen her shirt. I could feel excitement
surge within me again, not because I could see much, but because of what she’d done.
She may have just wanted to cool off but I was sure it was more than that.
Her hand drifted up to toy with her button again, just as it had earlier. Again, she
played about, left to stroke her leg, and returned several times to toy with the button
again. On the third return, she slipped the button out of its hole. This was repeated
with the fourth button, and the fifth, leaving only one button holding her blouse
together. She wasn’t exposed. The shirt still covered her breasts completely, but
I could see a thin line of flesh all the way to the last button, drawing a line right
through her exposed navel. As far as I could tell, her eyes were still closed.
The humming started. Mom reached to drape her hands
over the gunwales of the canoe,
parting her blouse as her arms stretched out. There was now a wide expanse of exposed
skin running from her throat to just below her belly button. Her shirt was in danger
of exposing her nipples. Cock straightening. Suddenly, she pulled her knees up, drawing
her feet up from beneath my seat, blocking my view just as it seemed her shirt would
indeed slip off her nipples. Damn!
Paddle, paddle, paddle.
Mom’s feet moved, surprising me as they too reached toward the sides of the canoe,
draping over with her toes pointing out. I could see her chest again, my eyes immediately
darting in to see if her shirt had slipped off those enigmatic points. Not yet.
But looking down, her wide open legs pulled my eyes right up to rest on her bikini
bottom exposed as her spreading, lifting legs shed the covering skirt. Her legs were
so wide that the crevice between her womanly place was clearly marked. I stared at
the spot where the material fell in, drawing a line from bottom to top.
Mom’s hands suddenly slipped in from the gunwales to pull her shirt apart, baring
her breasts to the sun and my worshipping eyes. They quickly returned to rest on the
sides of the canoe once more.
Nothing was said, and she never quit humming all the way to the next portage. My eyes
moved back and forth from her tits to her crotch. She made no wanton movements, nothing
to let me believe she was doing anything more than sun tanning semi-nude with just
her family nearby.
Eventually, we reached the next portage. Dad wanted to carry on to the next lake rather
than camping there, saying he didn’t want the others to catch up to us so we could
be on our own. I was quite ok with that, though this was a long portage.
After a brief rest, we started. Dad led the way, loaded down with a heavy pack, followed
by Mom carrying miscellaneous stuff, and me towing the canoe on its wheeled cradle.
Dad pulled away but Mom stayed close in front of me. I focused on her long legs and
her rump, remembering how she had let me rub my hand there. Getting a hardon didn’t
help pulling the canoe, I can tell you that.
And Mom didn’t help. After our first rest after Dad had disappeared ahead, I noticed
she had tucked the back of her skirt up into its waistband, baring her bikini-clad
cheeks to me as I followed behind. I struggled to keep up to her, eyeing her cheeks
as the bikini worked its way between her cheeks.
At the end of the portage, we set up camp. Over dinner, Mom told Dad that she hadn’t
got a wink of sleep the night before because of his snoring. To that, Dad insisted
on taking my tent, telling me that I had to bunk in with Mom. After that, I couldn’t
wait for him to go to bed, wishing he’d quit going on about how great it was to be
out here, gazing at the stars away from the city lights. Finally, Mom called it a
night. I was sure he would crawl in after her but twenty minutes later he crawled
into my tent, making me promise to put the fire out properly. After another five minutes,
I could hear him snoring.
After dousing the fire, I entered the tent I was to share with Mom. It was dark inside.
Sitting down to undress, I bumped into my Mom’s bare legs. She mumbled something but
I couldn’t tell what it was. Turning my small flashlight on, I laid it down, pointing
toward the door so as not to awaken her but still shed enough light so I could see
what I was doing.
Mom was laying on her tummy again, under the sleeping bag which was spread over her,
facing away to the side of the tent. She had opened her sleeping bag to form a blanket
and was presumably laying on mine, similarly opened to form a mattress. I guess, we
weren’t to sleep in our own separate bags. I undressed quickly, excited and eager
to get under the covers with her. Perhaps I could stay awake until she was deeply
asleep and press myself against her.
Cheekily, I undressed completely, not even keeping my undershorts on. Lifting the
covers to slip in, I naughtily let the light play over her body. She was naked! Completely
naked.
Guiltily, I turned off the light. I laid on my side, not daring to touch her. Quietly,
I listened to her breathing, trying to see if she was asleep, waiting for a change
to deeper breathing so I could venture closer to her, maybe even let myself press
against her bare side.
I was jolted by her voice, quiet though it was. “Come closer. Keep me warm.”
Long seconds passed as I digested her instruction. Then I moved closer until I could
feel the heat of her body, still not touching her.
“Come against me, Nick.
I shifted until my skin touched hers, my chest pressing against her side, my knees
bumping against her legs.
“Closer. Put your arm and your leg over me.”
I stretched my arm across her shoulder and my foot across her calves.
“Come on, Nick. I’m cold. Put your knee right across.”
Now if I did that, stretched my knee across the back of her thighs, my bare cock would
definitely press against the outside of her thigh and she would know I was nude, and
excited.
There was no option. Slowly, I lifted my knee, sliding it past the back of hers and
on over the back of her soft thighs. As my leg lifted, my torso necessarily closed
in, my cock bumping along the side of her leg. I could feel her tense as she realized
what was caressing her leg.
“Closer,” she said, “hug me tight.”
I squeezed her to me, pulling her against me with my hand. My cock pressed tight against
her thigh. Though I couldn’t see in the dark, I could feel her turn her head to face
me.
“Give me a kiss goodnight.”
I moved my head forward carefully, not wanting to bang heads. My lips landed right
on hers. Before I could move to her cheek, she kissed my lips.
“Goodnight, Mom.”
“Kiss me again.”
I moved my lips to her cheek and kissed her.
“Not there.”
I pecked her lips, withdrawing quickly.
“Not like that.”
I moved in and kissed her again. Her lips moved on mine, pulling and squeezing. When
the kiss ended, she pushed her face toward me for another kiss. A longer one. When
it ended, she waited. She didn’t move toward me. Was that it? Were we going to sleep
now, with my arm and leg stretched across her, my cock pressed against her side? I
didn’t intend to but I moved forward to regain her lips and kissed her again, a longer
one still, moving my lips on hers. Parting, we were both breathing rapidly.
“I haven’t laid down to kiss for a long time,” she whispered.
She had barely finished before I moved in to take her lips again. As I worked my lips
on hers, her tongue pressed against my mouth, not pushing in, but teasingly pressing
against my lips. We paused only long enough to breath before kissing again. When her
tongue teased me again, I opened my lips and her tongue slipped into my mouth. That
opened the gate. Back and forth our tongues battled, from my mouth to hers, probing
and withdrawing, twisting around each other, tracing the lines of our teeth, reaching
for our throats. We were panting when that kiss finally ended. My hips had been grinding
my cock against her leg. No mention was made about
this part of our contact.
“Whew,” Mom sighed. “I haven’t been kissed like that for a long time.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Yes. I used to have a boyfriend who kissed me like that. In college.”
“That’s a long time ago.”
I sensed her nodding in response. “He liked to lay on my back and kiss me.”
“On your back?” I blurted out loud, surprised.
“Shhhh. Don’t wake your Dad.” Then, “Yeah, he liked to lay on me and kiss me right
on the mouth. Said it made him feel real close to me.”
There was no sound except for our breathing which, curiously, wasn’t returning to
normal.
“Can I try kissing you like that, Mom?”
There was a long pause before the quiet response, “Yessss.”
As I scrambled on top, Mom opened to let my knees rest between her legs. Gently, I
lowered myself until my chest pressed against her back. I kissed her cheek and then
her lips.
“Lay right down, like he did,” she whispered.
I let my hips down until my hardened member grazed her cheeks, moving side to side
until it nestled in the crevice between her cheeks and my hips were firmly against
her ass.
“That’s right. Like that.”
I kissed her. Quick kisses and longer ones, but she closed her mouth when I tried
to slip my tongue into her mouth again.
“Reach around and hold me.”
I slipped my hands under her shoulders. Dissatisfied, her hands reached up to pull
mine farther down, lifting and then lowering herself onto my open palms, fitting a
breast into each one, her nipples stabbing between my fingers.
“Like that,” she whispered.
I squeezed her tits, kissing her for several minutes as I gloried in squishing her
nipples between my fingers as my hands massaged her breasts. Again, she rebuffed my
efforts to plunge my tongue in her mouth.
“Mom,” I complained, pressing my hips down, shoving my cock further between her cheeks.
“Yessss. Like that,” she whispered. “Rub me.”
My cock was moving between her cheeks before my brain could tell it to. Back and forth
it sawed through her crease. My hips were bringing her ass down into the mattress.
“Kiss me,” she cried, “Kiss me!”
My lips sought her out. I covered her mouth with mine but again she blocked my tongue
from entering her mouth. Incredibly, here I was rubbing my bare cock through my Mom’s
bare cheeks and all I could think about was how much I wanted to get my tongue in
her mouth. I was desperate to slip it in. She was panting loudly. Why wouldn’t she
let me? We’d already done that.
“Together,” she gasped.
“What?” I gasped back, frantically poking my tongue at her, shoving my cock against
her ass.
“At the same time.”
The same time?
She cocked her hips, turning her ass up toward me. My cock slipped down, past her
dark hole and below, to bump its head between her damp thighs, nestling against her
wet, lower lips.
“Like that,” she panted, “at the same time.”
The light of realization dawned on me. I pressed my cock against her, opening her
pussy lips a fraction just as I poked the tip of my tongue between her lips. She allowed
it.
I shoved another inch of my cock into her as my tongue barged through her lips. Her
ass lifted higher, my cock plunged right in as far as I could shove it and my tongue
stretched to touch her tonsils. As I drew my cock fully back to ready for a slamming
attack, I withdrew my tongue. Her ass twisted up even more in anticipation. Bam! I
threw my cock into her and stabbed my tongue in hard. A frantic shoving and stabbing
followed, my muffled grunts mixed in with hers.
“Unnnghhhh.”
“Ohhhhhhh.”
“Unnnghhhh.”
“Ohhhhhhh.”
“Unnnghhhh.”
“Ohhhhhhh.”
Only a minute later I spermed her. Eighteen years worth of pent up spunk blasted inside
her.
As we regained our breath, we could hear Dad snoring away.
“I guess its a good thing your Dad snores so loud,” Mom laughed.
“Mom?”
“Yes?”
“That was amazing.”
“Yeah,” she agreed. “It’s intense isn’t it?”
“Awesome,” I corrected her. “It’s almost as if …” I broke off.
“Almost as if what?”
“Nothing.”
“No,” she insisted. “You were going to say something. Almost as if what?”
“It was crude.”
“I don’t care. Tell me.”
“Well … it was almost as if you …” I hesitated, then continued, “had two cunts,”
I finished. “Sorry.”
Mom laughed. “Wow,” she laughed again. “That’s what he used to say to me, like I had
two cunts.”
Hearing her say that, my cock, still inside her, twitched and I pushed it in and out
a few times.
“Hey,” she protested, “only at the same time.”
Obediently, I filled her mouth with my tongue, sliding it in and out, leisurely this
time. You know what I was doing to her pussy. When I felt her lifting her ass against
me again, I pulled out.
“Mom?”
“Yes?”
“Can I kiss you from the front?”
“Sure,” she replied.
When she was on her back, legs spread wide, I nestled in until my cock was poised
at the entrance to her pussy. Leaning down to press my tongue to her lips, I plunged
in and began a slow, steady, necking/fucking. A long time later, I came in her again.
We rested, me still laying on her. I may have fallen asleep, or maybe I had just dozed.
Mom was definitely sleeping. I started kissing her lips again and gently massaging
her tits, pulling and squeezing her nipples softly. My cock had slipped out but it
hardened as my activities progressed until it was laying straight and proud in the
crevice between her pussy lips. I slipped my tongue crossways along Mom’s lips. I
could tell she was now awake.
“Nick?”
“Yes?”
“Am I going to get any more sleep or are you going to kiss me all night?”
My tongue could feel her lips turn up in a smile.
“What do you think?” I asked, plunging my tongue in her mouth before she could answer
and filling her other cunt with my cock.
Canoeing with Mom
Ch. 02 – Mom learns something new from son.
I was wasted the next morning. Dad wondered why Mom and I hadn’t slept well since
he had slept on his own. Mom countered that he snored so loud he still kept us awake,
and that he’d have to move his, she said his, tent farther away tonight. You’d think
hearing that I was to again sleep with my Mom would have produced a reaction below,
but I was worn out. There was barely a twitch even as I watched Mom move about in
just a long t-shirt, though she wore a swimsuit underneath.
But I managed to revive on the slow paddle to the end of the fifth lake which we reached
before noon. Mom had sprawled against the cross member again on a bed of life jackets.
She appeared to doze off as Dad and I quietly paddled through th
e still water, listening
to the birds and the drip of water from our paddles.
Mom’s bikini effectively stopped her nipples from poking through her t-shirt and her
closed legs left little more to the imagination. I really was enjoying the environment
when I thought I felt her eyes on me. But when I looked her eyes were closed and the
expression on her face relaxed. A slight smile graced her lips as if she was having
a pleasant dream.
As I gazed down at her, love swelling through my abdomen to focus in my heart, she
stretched, shifting her legs to a more comfortable position, opening them a little.
Immediately, my attention abandoned the beautiful sunny lake to latch onto her legs,
now open about five inches between her knees and narrowing down to the point where
one ankle crossed on top of the other leg just below my seat.
I loved looking at her legs, especially the insides of her thighs, the lower part
where the flesh thickened on the way from her knees toward the special part at the
juncture of her limbs. I was running my eyes up and down her when she moved once more,
lifting her knees and parting her thighs until her legs rested against the sides of
the canoe. When she drew her knees up higher, the t-shirt slid up her tanned thighs,
baring the their backsides for my appreciation. My eyes were drawn down, following
her legs until they fattened into her bikini bottom, now partly exposed.
There was a tingling tickle in the head of my cock as I realized that these were not
the thick bottoms of her swimsuit. They were panties. Who knows why that made a difference
but it did. My cock arched in my shorts. I also don’t know how long Mom had been watching
me. I suddenly became aware that her eyes were open, and she was quietly observing
me with that same sleepy smile on her face. When she saw that I had noticed her regard,
she spoke.
“I guess I’d better put some lotion on before the sun gets too hot.” She stretched,
her back arching and her legs opening even wider. As she relaxed, she disappointingly
pushed the t-shirt down between her legs, blocking my view of her panties. “Where
did I put that lotion?” she asked rhetorically as she rummaged in the small backpack
at her side.
She pulled a tube and a plastic bottle out and tossed them to the side of her leg
and, for some unknown reason, pulled the large black, metal flashlight out as well.
It was the biggest one we had, powered by four D cell batteries in a straight line.
This she set head down between her legs, holding it from flopping over. After another
minute searching, she finally retrieved the large bottle of 30 suntan lotion, opened
it, leaned over and starting applying it to her feet. She was in no hurry as she worked
her way up her lower legs, slipping her hands all around, twisting her legs and feet
around for better access, taking the time to massage the lotion in well. Her legs
glistened in the sun, almost bragging about their fine, muscled shape.
I was treated to a better view when Mom finally slid her hands above her knees, leaning
back as her fingers worked her thighs. She pulled her t-shirt back to make room for
her busy fingers, working the softer flesh here even more. She leaned right back to
do the very top of her legs, the spongy part I liked so much. Her t-shirt was pulled
right up onto her panties to make room, exposing all of her legs.
She moved the large, black, metal flashlight about as her hands moved, bumping it
out of the way. But she never simply picked it up to set it down at her side. She
let it flop back and forth as she moved it to lean first against one thigh, and then
the other. Her legs didn’t just glisten, her thighs appeared almost damp when she
was done. The flashlight nestled against her panties at the very juncture of her legs.
It too seemed wet, well lubricated from rubbing against her freshly oiled thighs.
My cock, quite stiff now from considering this casually innocent yet erotic display,
wished it could be me instead of that unfeeling metal rod.
At long last Mom finished, screwing the top back on the suntan lotion, letting it
drop to her side as she leaned back to rest.
“That’s better,” she said, her soft eyes regarding me once more, her smile gracing
her face. She raised her hand to flip her hair over her shoulder, on each side.
“I think I’d better keep my shirt on for now,” she remarked, again clearly not expecting
any comment.
Darn. I had been hoping, although not consciously, that she would continue, removing
her t-shirt and, who knows, maybe even her bikini top. Even with her bikini top on,
her breasts would be very pleasant to watch. But hidden under the t-shirt I had to
use my imagination more than I had hoped.
Mom seemed to drift off to sleep again. Her legs narrowed as she dozed, I suppose
to stop the movement of the flashlight which still lay between her thighs. Eventually,
the light was clamped between her thighs, its end protruding above her legs a good
five or six inches. But slowly, as her breathing lengthened, her legs relaxed, loosening
their hold on the black rod and freeing it to rock between her legs. At one point,
just as it was in danger of falling toward me and laying flat between her legs, her
hand darted up to grasp it by the end and gently laid it back toward her to rest against
her once more.
Why hadn’t she let it fall? At its present angle, its substantial weight now kept
it against her crotch between the V of her legs. As I wondered about this, her legs
parted and the flashlight rocked side to side with the motion of the boat. My cock
stiffened as I imagined what that light could feel.
Abruptly, Mom’s legs snapped tight on the light and she straightened to an upright
sitting position. Reaching her hands under her t-shirt, she fumbled about and finally,
in that mysterious maneuver that I still as a grown man have yet to master — or any
honest guy I know — managed to pull her bikini top out and drop it onto the lotions
she had set to the side of her legs.
YES! This was even better than removing her t-shirt and keeping her bikini top on.
As she lay back, the shirt coveted her breasts, clinging to them in the heat, distinctly
outlining their magnificent shape, especially her nipples. These perky things seemed
to grow as I watched, like slow motion photography of plants rising to the sun.
Almost in concert with the rise of these small peaks, Mom’s legs parted, slow but
steady, just a little more every few minutes. I waited anxiously for each angular
increase until eventually her knees were once again leaning against the sides of the
canoe. The flashlight was moving to and fro with the canoe, gently rolling across
the t-shirt tucked between her legs. Once again her hand snaked out to grasp its end.
As she adjusted its angle, she pulled her t-shirt up, and then carefully laid the
light to rest against her now exposed panties. My cock grew to full length as I watched,
eyes glued and unable to pull away. With great difficulty, I finally snapped them
away to latch onto her nipples as she arched her back into a long stretch, her eyes
still closed.
Her lips turned up in a smile as she settled back but her lashes remained tight to
her cheeks. She raised both legs at the same time to rest her calves along the gunwale,
letting her pretty feet dangle over the sides. My eyes caressed the length of her
leg, starting with her right foot, along the ridge of her tibia to her knee and then
diving down the inner expanse of her thigh. The flashlight rested on her mound, threatening
to roll off as my father and I stroked our paddles through the water.
I dug deeper in an attempt to dislodge it so I could have a clear view of her panties
but it seemed to be firmly nestled in the crevice underneath. I leaned into my next
stroke, pressing down with my foot. Success! The thick black shaft rolled to the side
exposing Mom’s light blue panties. On the next stroke it rolled back onto her mound,
teetered, and fell to the other side. The smile faded from Mom’s face but her eyes
remained closed. Did she know it was me causing the light to roll across her pussy?
I let my feet rock the canoe on each stroke, fascinated by the slow roll of the black
light across those robin egg blue panties. After each run across her mound, I checked
her face for signs of rebuke. None. The lost smile had been replaced by a slight pout
with a small opening between the center of her lips. Keeping my eyes on her mouth,
I rolled the light across her panties several more times rewarded each time by a slightly
more pronounced pout.
My head snapped up to meet my father’s gaze as he turned to look back, a frown on
his face.
“Sorry Dad,” I quickly offered my apology for disturbing the natural glide of the
canoe through the lake. “I think Mom’s asleep,” I added, whispering. “I think I should
put some sunscreen on her face so she doesn’t get burned.”
Dad nodded and turned back to his paddling. I leaned forward, kneeling between Mom’s
legs, and set my paddle in the front half of the canoe behind Mom’s head. Picking
up the special sunscreen for her face, I squirted a small amount and gently applied
it to Mom’s forehead. Her face visibly relaxed as my finger traced the faint lines
across her forehead, slipping down over her worry lines to caress her cheek, rise
over the bridge of her nose and onto the other side of her face. I applied the cream
as softly as I could, tickling her face more than rubbing it.
Squirting more lotion onto my fingers, I leaned in to dab it on her chin. My knee
accidently pressed against the head of the flashlight, pushing it against her crotch
and causing a noticeable twitch across Mom’s mouth. With my finger of lotion resting
on her chin, I bumped the light on purpose and again witnessed a tightening of her
lips. Bump … bump … bump. A twitch each time but no angry tightening of her face,
and no eyes opening to dispense a displeased look.
I reached down to grasp the head of the light and pressed it gently but firmly against
her pussy. There was a quick intake of breath through those pursed lips and still
no rebuke. I trailed my finger in a circle around her face and then in a smaller path
around her mouth, teasing the outside of her lips. Loosing my grip on the light, I
ran my hand over the top of the shaft, rolling it across her pussy. Another quick
intake!
Immediately, I rolled the light back and forth, pressing down a little to increase
the pressure on her pussy as it traveled across her mound. I dug the tip of my index
finger between her lips and slowly traced it side to side across her mouth, matching
the roll of the light. The pace of Mom’s breathing quickened but I kept the roll of
the light slow and steady. Her breathing was quiet but excited.
I froze my finger in the middle of her mouth, tip still barely inserted between her
lips, at the exact moment that I stopped the rolling light on top of her mound, bringing
it to rest in the crevice between those lower lips. Mom held her breath. So did I.
I hadn’t planned this. It had just happened. What now?
Securing a better grip, I pushed the thick handle of the light up, along the length
of the crevasse between her pussy, inserting my finger into her mouth as I shoved.
Pulling the shaft back as I withdrew my finger, I started back again, pushing into
her mouth as I did. Back and forth, I scraped the light up and down the length of
her pussy as I poked my finger in an out of her mouth. Not fast. Not hard. Just slow
and steady.
At the top of each thrust, when the rounded head of the light made contact with her
twat, I rolled it sideways back and forth a few times, mashing it into her damp lips.
She seemed to like this. A lot. Her pussy pushed up against the light every time the
head drew near. Soon, I had difficulty holding the light because it was so slippery.
I moved my hand down to rest the glass face in my palm and continued pushing it back
and forth but I couldn’t press it as hard against her this way.
As Mom’s hips lifted her pussy up to clutch the flashlight my fingers, grasping the
underside if the light’s head, came into contact with her pussy for the first time.
On the next thrust, I paused, reaching down to tickle the front of her panties. I
could tell she liked this too. On each thrust I paused, brushing her lips and poking
my fingers into her panties. Then an idea struck me. Instead of poking my fingers
in after brushing across her panties, I tried to hook the leg and pull it to one side.
After a dozen such pulls I finally succeeded in pulling the panties off her pussy.
On the next thrust I paused for twice as long, brushing across her bare lips and then
digging my fingers into her wet hole. The next dozen thrusts were followed by longer
and longer pauses as I plunged my fingers inside her. Finally, I pushed the light
hard, releasing it at the top of the shove, sending it up onto Mom’s tummy. Digging
my fingers all the way in, I twisted them about and began a grinding finger fuck.
My thumb found her clit, still covered by panties, and started alternating between
brushing across it and digging in. Mom’s upper lip drew up into a sneer. She was breathing
very rapidly, releasing small, quiet gasps, clearly trying to keep her excitement
under control. I dug my thumb into her mouth. With my fingers fully embedded, I pressed
my thumb down on her clit and began jiggling my whole hand. Within a minute she went
rigid, her whole body, and my hand was bathed with her lotion.
When she slumped down, I grabbed my paddle and returned to my seat. Mom lay there,
her face turned to the side, her eyes still closed, the light laying carelessly across
her tummy. Her t-shirt was up on her hips, her panties completely exposed and still
pulled to one side, baring her pink slit.
I trailed my hand in the water to wash away her scent before beginning to paddle.
On my second stroke, Dad turned his head slightly. “It’s about time,” he grumped,
“I thought I was going to have to go all the way on my own.”
“Sorry Dad,” I replied, “I had to go slow so I didn’t wake Mom.”
“Hmmphh,” was the response.
Mom’s eyes opened and caught mine. Her lips pouted out, forming into a silent kiss
that she tossed to me before closing her eyes again. She left her beaver open for
my entertainment until we beached the canoe for lunch, and didn’t pull her t-shirt
down until she heard Dad stepping out.
There was one other group already on the beach, off to one side. We waved and exchanged
niceties with the two couples, chatting about the beautiful scenery as we hauled our
lunches and assorted gear to the other end of the small beach. As we walked bac
k and
forth, I noticed the two men glancing at my mother’s figure, though she was easily
ten to twelve years older than them. Clearly, it wasn’t lost on either of them that
Mom wasn’t wearing a bra under her long t-shirt. One of the women caught the men looking
and scowled, particularly at one who must have been her husband.
We threw our self-inflating pads down near the trees in the shade and sat down to
eat our lunch. Immediately after, Dad turned onto his stomach and readied himself
for a nap. On my other side, Mom sat with her legs drawn up, resting her chin on her
knees. Dad was already snoring by the time I finished my lunch and stretched out to
rest.
“Thanks for doing my face, sweetie,” she smiled. “Kneel next to me so I can do yours,”
she patted the sleeping pad beside her right next to her thigh.
“Can’t you do it while I’m laying down?” I groaned, and grasped my upper arms as if
I’d been paddling as hard as Dad.
“Come on, do as I ask,” Mom admonished me quietly, patting the pad again.
I got up on my knees and twisted around to face her, nestling in close to her side.
Mom put her hand on my leg, tugging to get me to press tight to her thigh. Squeezing
sunscreen onto her fingers, she began applying it to my face in the same gentle manner
I had used with her except that her fingers were far softer. It was surprising how
erotic such an innocent action could be. I closed my eyes to concentrate on extracting
every nuance from the touch of her fingers.
She startled me when her right hand dropped down on my leg. She didn’t move it and
I realized that there was nowhere else for her hand since the side of my leg was tightly
pressed against hers. A moment later she pulled her hand away, I presume to squeeze
more lotion on the other, since it left my face at the same time. Her fingers had
just started stimulating my face when I felt her hand drop once more onto my leg.
This time, however, it moved into the crease between my tightly closed thighs, her
fingers pushing to slide between them.
Relaxing my legs, I allowed her hand to push in but she immediately pressed the back
of her hand against my left thigh, urging it out. As soon as I shifted my knee over,
opening a V between my legs, her hand left to cup my right leg in her palm.
“You did my face so nicely,” she whispered. “I want to return the favor.”
I was still digesting the meaning of this ‘thank you’ when I felt her hand move on
my leg. Up, up, up it slid under the loose leg of my combination shorts and swim trunks.
The thrill of her hand sneaking up my shorts on this public beach caused my little
guy too stiffen. Mom’s hand froze on my leg, and then her fingers started scratching
my thigh.
“That’s right,” she whispered, “Mommy’s coming and he knows it.”
She traced her fingers ever so gently over my closed eyelids.
“Do you like that?” she whispered, her mouth close to my ear. As I opened my mouth
to answer, she slipped her fingers down across my lips. “Shhhhhh.”
Her hand resumed its journey up my leg, stopping just before the netting that cupped
my cock and balls, restraining them from falling into the leg of my shorts. Quickly
her fingers slipped under the elastic and stretched it away from my leg, her fingers
finding my swelling member and tugging it through the gap. My cock hardened through
the circle formed by her fingers and her palm. Mom moved her hand back and forth,
her hand barely touching my screaming cock.
“Oh, he likes it, doesn’t he?”
I knew she didn’t want an answer but I nodded my head anyway. She jacked me as she
continued massaging the lotion into my face, her fingers stopping to swirl around
the head, gently pinching the purple helmet, then squeezing tight and forcing her
hand up my length until it met my balls. My father snored on one side and I could
sense the men glancing over on the other. They could only see Mom caressing my face
but even that was somewhat erotic for a Mother and her grown son. I could sense their
envy. What if they knew she was stroking my cock beside her thigh? I hardened even
more at the thought.
As if she knew my most inner thoughts, Mom whispered, her breathing betraying her
own excitement, “Come for me, baby. Right here with everyone watching. Come for me.”
Her hand slipped down to grip my head, twisting back and forth around it. “Come for
me,” she whispered excitedly, “come in Mommy’s hand.”
That was it. It was too much. I could almost hear it gurgle as my load shot up my
shaft and exploded into her hand. I opened my eyes to see it spilling over to drip
on the sleeping pad and shooting up her forearm. I turned my head to see the men looking
our way as I spurt my final volleys onto the side of her thigh, my cock hidden by
her slightly raised leg. Mom milked my cock until it was soft as if trying to pull
every bit of come out of me.
“I think you and I had better go for a swim,” she said in her normal voice.
She pulled her bikini top out of her bag and slipped it under her t-shirt. A moment
later she stood and pulled the t-shirt over her head, tossing it down. I started to
clean up my spill on the pad with her shirt but she told me to leave it. I dropped
it but made sure it covered my mess. Mom was already halfway to the lake, again attracting
the eyes of the married men. I followed her, watching closely just as they were, proud
of my beautiful Mom, and eager for the afternoon to pass so we could get to bed. As
I watched her luscious ass tick-tock from side to side my cock, so recently worked
over, signaled its interest. I wished I could fuck her in the water in front of them
all.
Mom stood waiting for me, the water almost up to her breasts. As I waded out to her,
she jacknifed into the water, her bottom pausing briefly in full display before slipping
underwater. We played with each other in the lake. Once I came up behind her and picked
her feet off the bottom, shoving my boner against her soft behind. She turned to splash
me when I put her down but I dove in and swam away. Swimming back to her underwater,
I surfaced but remained beside her with just my head visible. My hand, known only
to my mother, waist deep in the lake, slid up her legs to cup her pussy. She put her
hand on my head, stroking my hair while I stroked her. Finally, we returned to shore.
The men really checked Mom out again. I think the women were glad to see the back
of our canoe when we left.
The rest of the way down the lake was uneventful but once Mom found it necessary to
retrieve something from the pack stored between her and Dad in the front of the canoe.
As she leaned forward my eyes admired her backside even though it was covered by the
long t-shirt. Swinging her head to the side, she looked back at me, smiled, and then
puller her t-shirt up over her hips, baring her bikini bottom. I loved the way her
cheeks spilled out of the small bikini. She cocked her hips, emphasizing the triangle
formed by the base of her butt and her leg. It looked dark but inviting.
Dad was tired and wanted to camp when we reached the portage but I didn’t want the
foursome catching up to us. I wanted to be on our own. Mom backed me up, pointing
out that the portage was short. Once more, I enjoyed the view of Mom’s ass as we hiked
our way to the next ca
mp.
We ate dinner and relaxed. Dad set up the small tent and climbed in, reminding me
to hoist the food up now that we were on the seventh lake. Bears weren’t common but
weren’t rare either on the last few lakes so ropes were provided about 50 feet outside
camp for hauling your food out of reach of bears looking for a midnight snack.
Mom disappeared with the food pack as I was setting up our tent. She should have been
back in five minutes but was gone much longer. I began to get worried since it was
now dusk and getting darker by the minute. I headed down the trail.
I could see our food pack hoisted about twenty feet up just before I spotted Mom standing
at the bottom of the empty ropes, facing away from me. I thought she was reaching
up to haul a rope down but then realized she had twisted her hands through the ropes,
as if she was tied. She had a kerchief tied around her head, like a blindfold. Then
I noticed something else peculiar. Her bikini bottoms were halfway down her legs,
almost to her knees. The top lay on the ground at her feet.
Panicked, I rushed up to her. “MOM!”
But then I realized she was in no danger. Slowing, I stopped behind her. She was breathing
in that same excited fashion I had heard this morning. I stood there listening to
her breath, letting her hear mine so close behind. I picked up the hem of her t-shirt
and pulled it up over her ass, laying it across the top of her cheeks.
“So beautiful,” I whispered. I brushed my fingers along the top of her cheeks, then
trailed my middle finger down along the crack of her ass and underneath, pushing it
toward her pussy. I grasped her throat in a gentle grip as my finger toyed with the
very bottom of her slit. “And so helpless,” I whispered into her ear.
I ran both hands up her sides and grabbed her tits, squeezing them, forcing the nipples
out against her t-shirt. Sliding my hands forward, I pinched each nipple through the
cloth and tugged them, pulling her tits up. I rolled, pinched, and teased her nipples
for several minutes, shoving and rubbing my boner against her ass. Then, I stopped.
We stood there, both breathing heavily.
“You know what I’ve been thinking about all day?”
She didn’t answer. I prodded her ass with my cock. “Do you?” I repeated.
She shook her head.
“Yes you do,” I insisted, prodding her again. She shook her head again.
“You,” I said.
“All day. I’ve been thinking about you. All day.” I prodded her again. “You know it,
don’t you?”
She nodded.
“You were teasing me. All day. Weren’t you?”
She nodded again.
“And now you’re going to have to take what I give you. Aren’t you?”
She nodded. “Yessss,” she croaked.
I stepped back. Noisily, I removed my t-shirt and threw it down, followed by my shorts.
My cock stood out, hard. I stepped forward, nestling it against her ass.
“Your husband’s back there snoring away. Don’t you want to call out?” I asked.
“No.”
“No?” I laughed softly, pushing my cock down and sliding the head under her ass to
graze the bottom of her pussy. “If you don’t, I’ll fuck you. Call him, quick.” I sawed
my cock back and forth under her cunt.
“I can’t,” she whispered.
“Then you’re fucked,” I whispered back, snaking my tongue into her ear as I angled
my cock up to her pussy entrance. Shove, shove, shove. She whimpered as I pushed in.
I think she really got off on this feigned helplessness. She was very wet. I lunged
into her, all the way, stretching up on my tippy toes to shove in as far as I could.
“Unnnnggghhh,” she grunted out loud.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I grabbed her by the hips and started a series of hard
lunges, slamming up into her. I lost control, fucking her for all I was worth.
“Ungh, unnghhh, unnngghhhh,” she kept grunting over and over until I shot my wad into
her. When I pulled out it dripped down her leg. Almost sheepishly, we gathered out
clothes, dressed and walked in silence back to camp. When we got there, we found the
foursome setting up camp at the next site. They waved when they saw us. We waved back
and Mom crawled into the tent. I cleaned up a few things and crawled in a moment later.
One of the women noticed that I was getting into the same tent as my mother. I couldn’t
tell if she was surprised or not, it was too dark.
Inside, Mom had spread the sleeping bags out like blankets again, and was under the
top one, leaving it pulled back for me. I undressed and then searched through her
things until I found what I was looking for, tossing the squeeze tube onto my pillow.
Mom gave me an odd look.
I pulled the top sleeping bag off her upper body, finding her naked underneath. Without
even stopping to admire her tits, I pulled her arm, tugging her over onto her tummy.
Tossing the sleeping bag off her legs as well, I spread them apart and kneeled between.
I grabbed her arms and placed them behind her back with her forearms overlapping each
other, wrapping my belt around both arms and cinching it tight. Then I leaned forward,
pulled Mom’s head up and fit my t-shirt over her mouth, pulling it around to tie it
behind her head.
Mom never struggled. I lay her head down on its side on the pillow. Picking up the
tube, I unscrewed the cap where she could see, then pointed it against her ass and
squeezed the pale yellow cream out, filling the crack between her cheeks. Tossing
the tube aside, I spread her cheeks apart and pushed the cream in, working it up and
down her crack, poking it into her secret, dark little hole. Mom never made a sound
or a single move of protest.
“I bet they can see,” I whispered. “With the light on, I bet they can tell what I’m
doing.”
She blushed. So sweet. Her face actually went red. I kept massaging her ass, stopping
to poke my index finger inside, gently, gently. Soon I was fingering her ass, working
in an out of her, angling around to widen her little hole.
“No one’s ever done this for you, have they?” I whispered. She shook her head. She
looked nervous.
“What fools. They were probably afraid to try, afraid of what you might think of them,
not realizing that you might actually like it.”
I pushed two fingers in. She took it with no problem. Leaning forward, I nosed the
tip of my cock into her widening hole.
“If you want to see if you like it, Mom, if you want to try … turn off the light.”
The tent went dark. I shoved, slowly pushing my cock all the way into her, feeling
it harden to the sound of her breath expelling through her nose. I worked my cock
in and out, slowly, for quite a while. Then I lifted her head and whispered in her
ear, “Do you like it?”
She nodded her head.
“Good,” I whispered, “cause we’re just getting started.”
I slammed a rapid burst of thrusts deep into her, my excitement rising to the sound
of the grunts I was hammering out of her. Then I slowed, really digging in deep, swirling
my cock in her to widen her hole, grinding her ass against the ground. Then I pounded
her fast again. I repeated this five or six times. At the end of the last hammer session,
inst
ead of grinding into her slowly, I pulled right out.
Her disappointment registered right away, signaling her desperation by humping her
ass up in search of my cock. I let her wait for several long seconds before plunging
it back in to a long, pleased groan. This too was repeated many times. Eventually,
after a really serious ass fucking, I exploded again, spraying my seed inside her.
“omigod … omigod … omigod.”
I guess she really did like. That was great because so did I. Pulling out, I collapsed
on her back. I think I might have even fallen asleep on her.
In the morning, Mom was pleased to hear me say, “They’re gone.” I don’t think she
wanted to face them.
5. Crosswords
Ch. 01 – Mom doesn’t want Sis and I to play.
All characters are 18 or older.
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“Lynn?” Mom yelled. “Have you seen Tyson?”
She burst through the half-open door just as I sprang to my feet from my sister’s
bed. Lynn had turned and walked to the window, trying to inconspicuously button her
yellow blouse but, unfortunately, the warm summer breeze caused it to billow out from
her waist, betraying its insecure state to our mother.
If I wasn’t so freaked out, I would have felt sorry for Mom. The look on her face
changed from confusion to disbelief to distress in mere seconds. For once, the vocabulary
champion of our household was at a loss for words, though she struggled to speak.
“Where’s… I… oh, you’re here,” she said, looking at me. Then, “Uh, what are you
doing?” she directed at neither of us, and both, at the same time.
Lynn had finished buttoning her blouse. Always quicker than I, she turned around and
calmly answered for us both, “Ty was wondering what I was wearing to the beach party
tonight, so I was just showing him my new swimsuit.”
Lynn breezed past Mom and made a quick exit from her room.
“I have to go. Chad’s picking me up,” she yelled after she disappeared, feet pounding
down the stairs.
Mom and I were left in awkward silence, avoiding each other’s eyes, but there was
no ignoring the fact that when Lynn rushed past it was obvious she wasn’t wearing
anything under her yellow cotton blouse. Mom looked back at the door, swiveling away
from me, and I looked at the floor.
“I better get dinner on,” she mumbled, shuffling out the door, whatever she was calling
me for now forgotten