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NOW it makes sense! Miles recontextualized his parents' relationship through this lens, and it was suddenly easy to understand. His mom was drowning, and his dad was a life raft. Maybe that view was a little harsh. Certainly, his mom was grateful for it. Although, she obviously missed the thrill of skinny dipping in the open ocean with a certain kind of guy. Maybe Miles could work on the metaphor later. All that mattered was it made sense.

It was remarkable how a woman as attractive and desirable as his mom couldn't find a guy who offered stability and thrill. Were those traits incompatible? Did guys only fall into one category or the other? Then again, Miles thought, you don't know as much about her as you thought you did... I've never had to deal with fucking my alcohol-addicted aunt before nearly getting expelled.

The mother and son had been so engrossed in their stories and feelings, they realized they had already been climbing uphill for some time. White-throated sparrows were singing from the alpine trees, which lined the tranquil mountain path.

After everything his mom had emotionally dug up, Miles decided to grant her space and let her enjoy the peace of the mountain. But he had two more questions first. "Mom, why are you okay with talking to me about all of this stuff? I'm happy you are. I like it. But I'm guessing Dad doesn't even know about it."

"No, he doesn't," Hannah arched her eyebrows and shrugged. She looked at Miles's sunlit face and considered her answer. "I had held onto those secrets for such a long time. Too long. And I knew I could trust you with them, and you can relate to them. Maybe they can help you in life."

"Oh," Miles nodded humbly. "One more question," he inhaled. "What's the real reason why you didn't stop me last night? Why did you help me?"

In her defense, Hannah didn't know the reason until moments ago. She sensed Miles could already guess at one of the reasons. "Me knowing how you felt in your position was certainly part of it. As a parent, you want to give your child a better life, a better parent, than you had. I knew how meaningful it would be for you, and I guess I wanted to be better than my parents. I wanted to feel what it was like to be the parent who'd do that for their child."

Miles weighed her words.

"Also, on a less wholesome note," Hannah followed, "I had just set down an erotic novel, I had just talked to some guy I banged about hotel sex, and -- listen, the context doesn't matter -- when you're letting a hard cock press into you, it's almost impossible not to have fun with it."

Miles slowed and stared blankly, taken aback by his mom's blunt and sexy truth.

Hannah walked ahead of her son and glanced back to add, "Plus, have I not always been a cool mom?" She winked.

12 *****

Hannah and Miles were quiet for a long stretch. They were focused on making up the time they had lost during their talk. When they found the rest of the hiking party, everyone was halfway through their water break.

Ken had simply assumed his wife or son had stopped to go to the bathroom and the other had waited. He and his friends were still abuzz talking about their plans for the comet -- as they likely would be until early in the morning when it passed overhead.

Sebastian stood up and addressed the group. After the close call last night, he avoided eye contact with Miles. "Alright, everyone! We've been blessed with another gorgeous day. We're making good time so far, and we should have more than enough time to set up for the comet." There was enthusiastic applause. "We should be approaching some falls soon, which should be the last chance to wash before you get home tomorrow night. I've been standing in the front of the line, so I have no clue who needs a bath or not." His joke got a mild reception. "So, finish drinking and eating your snacks, and then we'll get a move on."The terrain was formidable over the following mile and a half. It was the toughest part of the trip by far. Two hours later, though, they were rewarded with the sight of a serene, cascading river. The "falls" were a series of small drops from when the moving river ran over boulders. It was beautiful in its own right. The natural basins along the banks made it a popular swimming hole for hikers.

"Hey, Miles, would you mind being our photographer?"

"Hmm? Hey, Aiden. Yeah, sure." Miles then took a photo of Aiden, his wife, and his small children overlooking the river. It was worthy of Christmas-card status.

Meanwhile, Hannah was digging through her pack and recovering her half-bar of soap. She kept it herself rather than relying on her husband to remember this time.

Soon, everyone was peeling off their sweaty hiking socks with satisfied grins. When Miles took his shirt off he detected two women eyeing his arms and chest. He enjoyed it. A barefoot Hannah noticed all of the other women wading in with their sports bras again. But, unlike yesterday, Hannah wasn't afraid of her son seeing her skin. It's not like you'll risk turning him on. It's a little late for that, she thought.

Hannah grinned at herself wryly, as her hands met the bottom of her tank. Like many other women at her gym, Hannah had hopped on the "black tights and colorful sports bra" trend. It was an easy way to feel confident and sexy while working out. However, it wasn't as conducive as swimwear as part of a hiker's life. If her husband had told her she'd have to bathe in front of all of his friends, she wouldn't have brought any of the sports bras she did. Alas, here she was.

She looked at Miles, who was dipping his feet in the water. Well, he'd stare no matter what. They, on the other hand... Hannah thought about her husband's male coworkers. Ironically, Hannah had no concern over her son watching her swim in her bright pink zip-up, but she would be irritated by the horde of testosterone-fueled plant workers ogling her while she tried to relax.

"This is definitely colder than yesterday," Miles anxiously smacked his hands together. They were at a higher altitude, and the water was crisper.

"Oh, yeah? Thanks for the heads up. I'll stay in my tank."

Like a balloon, Miles popped and deflated.

Hannah saw her gutted son curse himself. He knew she was joking around, right? You, dumb-dumb! She was about to make fun of her son for being so dense, but then she realized how odd it was for her to joke about how much of her chest she was going to show off. Instead of admitting she had been teasing him, Hannah acted along. "Actually, I shouldn't get this wet. I have to hike in it all day."

She unceremoniously squirmed out of her black tank. Predictably, Miles locked onto her shapely, pink bra and the accompanying cleavage. Hannah wasn't mad. If anything, she found his lack of restraint amusing. Like a magnet, haha! Well, he'll learn to be more subtle, she thought.

The mother joined her son at the bottom of the steep bank and they gasped their way into the frigid swimming basin.

Cleaning herself was much easier when she didn't have to struggle to hide her body under the water. Unfortunately, all of the other men in sight were also craning their necks like giraffes. Every time Hannah politely turned toward a Peeping Tom, the man acted as if he just happened to be staring in her direction.

As he had countless times before, Miles recognized the other men taking ganders at his mom. He couldn't complain, as he, too, was preoccupied with her beautiful presence in the river.

Hannah dealt with the barrage of aroused eyes, but once she met Sebastian's gaze and he silently whistled while shaking his head in a "You're so smoking hot" way, Hannah was fed up. She saw her son was finished with his hand bath. "Miles, do you wanna go down there to see those falls?"

The son picked up on the inflections in his mom's voice, as well as Sebastian's presence. He wanted to help her escape. Plus, she was soaking wet and half-naked... It wasn't like he'd be turning down any of her requests. "Yeah, let's do it."

Navigating downriver was tricky. The riverbed dropped steeply in some areas, and the middle current was fast enough to sweep somebody away. It was a lot of work just to go fifty yards to the lower falls. Even though the boulders weren't tall enough to cover her chest and face, Hannah was far enough away to avoid the lurking peripherals.

Not that visual privacy was Hannah's biggest craving, anyway. For two-and-a-half days, she had been forced to whisper a lot. Even on the trail alone with her son, she had to constantly guard her voice in case random hikers were coming up from behind or a hiker from the group was peeing in the woods. But now, in the loud, drowning rush of water, Hannah felt free and relaxed.

"Was Sebastian checking you out?" Miles had to speak up over the nearby fall crashing into foam. His mom nodded.

"Yeah..." Hannah used her outdoor voice, "He and everyone else with a Y chromosome."

Miles dropped his shoulders. "Sorry about that. I'm trying not to. I'm not used to seeing you like this."

Hannah got a kick out of her son's apology. "I wasn't referring to you. I was -- well, yes, you were doing it too. But I was referring more to the peanut gallery up there."

"Oh." Miles smiled and dunked his head underwater. The last twenty-four hours had been intense, and it was a pleasure to cool off. His wavy, caramel hair had straightened into a matted brown. "I'm glad this river's here. It was gross going to sleep that sweaty."

"Yep, it was." Hannah agreed. "That's another reason why you shouldn't have taken so long," she chided.

Emboldened, Miles smirked, "I could argue it's more your fault for not helping out sooner."

"OH...?!" Hannah's lips and eyelids flew open. She was taken aback and almost impressed by her son's audacity. "Is that how you see it? I would've thought, after everything I told you earlier, you'd realize how frickin lucky you are. I had every right to throw you out of that tent, mister."

"Thinking back on it, you probably should've. Because of what you let me do, my thermal pants are now ruined," he sighed, wistfully.

Hannah struggled to catch her breath while laughing. "I see. Wow... I guess I was a horrible mom last night. I caused all of those terrible things to happen to you."

"Alright... Maybe I'm being too harsh. I will admit, it was kind of cool of you to let me finish against you like that." Shit. Instantly, Miles knew his hormone-doused brain had gone too far.

"Just 'kind of' cool?" His giggling mom placed her hands on her hips indignantly. "The first time I worked up the courage to make a move on my dad, I let him 'catch me' walking naked to the shower. And do you know what he did? He bought me a bathrobe for Christmas. A bathrobe. You had a crush on me for two days -- Two. Days. -- and I let you jizz in your pants against me. Most parents would never condone any flirting at all. But I did that for you. But, yeah, sure, say it was just 'kind of' cool of me."

Miles couldn't believe had not only gotten away with that joke, but his mom liked it. "I wasn't even flirting with you last night. If I was really interested in you, I'd let you catch me in my bras around the house and I'd put my underwear in your luggage."

"Fair enough," Hannah said. "Well, eventually, when all of those methods fail and you give up, let me know. I'll tell your Uncle Vince you want him to cum in you every weekend while you're away at school to help you cope."

"Ugh!" The eighteen-year-old cringed and squirmed in laughter, as he dunked his head in the cold water. "I seriously hope I don't cope that way." Miles splashed his mom and she splashed him back.

The mom and son horsed around in the river. They sniped each other with well-timed splashes and grabbed at each other's arms and legs until they could hardly breathe.

As Hannah took a moment to collect herself, she proudly admired the human she created and raised. Miles was a strong, intelligent, and capable young man. She was happy to see him smiling and enjoying himself because she knew this weekend could've been a drag for him. Gesturing with her arms, she motioned at the natural water park and swimming hole. "So... Tell me this isn't better than going to that lame pool party back home."

Half-seriously, Miles weighed the question. "Hmm. Well, based on a rumor I heard, I'm going to miss Becky Laurelson climbing out of the pool tonight in a string bikini. And her boobs are amazing. So, I won't know if this was better until I text Landon tomorrow and people's feeds."

I could've stuck up for him at home, Hannah thought. I should've stuck up for him at home and told Ken not to pull him into this. Hannah tried to make herself feel as guilty as possible and responsible for her son's happiness. But she knew the real reason for the idea that popped into her head, and she knew the real reason why she was having such a blast playing with her son in the water.

The firm-bodied mother stood on her toes on the rocky riverbed and scanned her surroundings. She then got her son's attention by flashing a daring smile he had never seen before.

Miles was struck by the unrecognizable, reckless look in his mom's speckled, green eyes. A jolt ran under the sides of his jaw and made his mouth feel fuzzy. She looked like her familiar and bubbly self, yet like someone else.

When Hannah was certain she had his attention, she touched her index finger to her kissed lips, telling him to "Shhh."

Blindly, Miles obeyed to be quiet. He then watched as his mom walked backward against the current until her upper thighs were surrounded by the white suds of the crashing fall. Miles was no less befuddled, but when his mom arched her soft-angled eyebrows suggestively, he felt a lump in his throat.

In a snap, Hannah dropped and vanished beneath the bubbling water.

Ok... Miles was slightly nervous. His mom had disappeared only five feet from the rocky face of the waterfall and only ten feet from where the current could sweep her away. He chose to trust her judgment, and he waited second by second.

Suddenly, Hannah shot out of the water gasping loudly. She quickly sank back down to her waist, keeping her head lower than the height of the fall behind her.

"Holy fuck," Miles mouthed. He never wanted to close his dilated eyes. With her back against the thin wall of water, her hands on the sides of her wet, darkened hair, and her deep green eyes proudly smiling, his mom looked at him. Her nose crinkled as she wore a flirtatious, self-congratulatory grin.

Yet, it was the minor change below her lively face that impacted Miles the most. He ogled the way his mom's large, firm, pillowy breasts spilled tantalizingly out of her pink sports bra. Her tits were immaculate. She had to have unzipped her compression bra three-quarters of the way while underwater. Miles was motionless.

The falling water pressured and massaged the tissue in her back, but Hannah was focused on her son's reaction. She couldn't resist feeling proud by his cute, dumbfounded face. While Hannah knew he was seeing nothing he hadn't seen plenty of times before in her bikinis, she knew this felt special for him. She knew the power of inviting a man to enjoy a sexy secret, one he knew was just for him. Yes, this is really happening, Miles, she said to herself.

Miles was numb, and he had to remind himself it was okay to stare. It was, inexplicably, the reason his mom was doing it. The crystal water streamed over her creamy breasts and collected in her open bra. It then pooled and ran down her flat stomach until it reached her black waistband and returned to the river. She's gorgeous, Miles recognized. The young man tried to find the right words to say but he had trouble unraveling his dried tongue.

Aside from it being strange, it also would've been impossible for Hannah to stand under the water like a statue. The current and unstable rocks forced her to rock and bob lightly on her squatting legs. She combed her fingers through her wet hair while arching her neck back into the fall briefly. What's he thinking? Hannah looked at her son and wondered. He was muttering hotly under his breath and his eyes were bewildered. I wonder if... Just as Hannah considered the question, her son's clenched body sunk lower in the water. Haha! Miles, you've only been able to see them for, like, fifteen seconds!

His initial shock had passed, and Miles had decided what to say. But when he opened his mouth, his mom shook her head no and wagged her finger. She then kissed her index finger again before warily pointing upward, reminding him they weren't alone in the river.

Hannah knew he could speak with impunity and nobody could see her. But she wanted to heighten the sense of risk, preserve the sense of shared secrecy, and keep him on edge. Plus, he was young and cute and fun to toy with.

For the first time since she had shot up, the mom inspected her chest to see how it presented. She had ignored the urge to check when she jumped out of the water, for the sake of good theatre. Under the surface, she had fiddled with the zipper to slide it to where bikini cups would've connected. And, surprisingly, she had nailed it.

The problem was Hannah had never truly appreciated how much cleavage she showed off in bikinis. More than that, her bikinis were never made of two compression cups pushing her cantaloupe-sized boobs up and into each other -- as her sports bra did. Well then... she awkwardly snickered, he's on a lucky streak, isn't he?

When she looked up, her son's relishing gaze hit her. He was loving how she had inspected her wet chest. For the first time, Hannah had the opportunity to examine the way her son looked at her. Not what parts he looked at. But rather how he saw her. She had been avoiding his gaze to prevent an awkward moment. But now, with Miles unapologetically taking in her entire being without restraint, Hannah had the chance to do the same.

Miles's eyes were replicas of hers. They always had been. Hannah, though, found herself looking at the familiar eyes without recognizing the feeling within them. It was like her son was still her son, yet also someone else. It was a gaze Hannah had never seen from any person. In her life, she had made men feel strong and weak, embarrassed and emboldened, unsure and infatuated, and purely mystified -- but she had never seen such a deep look of admiration, yearning, and understanding. Miles was absorbing every part of her being and essence through his eyes, inside and out, while also seeing clean through her.

Hannah's arms fell to her sides and she breathed deeply. Then, she blinked and threw her head back under the waterfall. She let some of the mountain water pour into her mouth. Stop reading into him like that, she urged herself. You've never seen him horny before, and that's what he is... horny. He missed his pool party and missed out on some fun, and you're making it up to him. He's having fun now. Focus on that.

She leaned out of the falling water and was determined not to look into Miles's gaze, not to fall into "the trap" of thinking too much. His strong arms and rigid torso were shaking in the air from his adrenaline pumping through him in the cold water. With each breath, his diaphragm sucked in his six-pack and his defined pectorals lifted his shoulders. His shoulders had gotten broader since last year, and his biceps larger. Even in the cold water veins were rising in his hands, arms, and neck. For someone who inherited Hannah's rounder head, his jawline was decent. His face was bright, open, and friendly, which reflected his character -- at least as Hannah viewed it in her motherly mind.

Why is she looking at me like that? Miles wondered why his mom was examining him. But he was content to stand there regardless and enjoy the miracle his mom had gifted him. This is was better than that fucking party, Miles thought. She's better than anything.

Miles looked at the expanse of clear, swirling water between them. It was maybe ten feet, but it felt farther and farther with each passing second. She never told you to stay where you are, Miles thought. Thus far on the trip, every time Miles tried to get closer to his mom he had been rewarded. So, he was willing to gamble on a better view.

He took two large, plodding steps into the current. He had cut the distance by a third. As he lifted his leg again, his mom halted him with the shake of her head.

Hannah smirked. Somehow, whenever they were together, everything ended up devolving into a game. She watched him sheepishly set his leg down in place, and she found it funny how she could control him with the simplest of gestures. Merely tugging on a zipper had made him erect. Staring at him had made him shake. And now Hannah wondered if she could lock up his entire body with the same ease.

Hannah held out her arms, and Miles knew she was asking what the hell he was trying to do. She seemed entertained. He could tell by the dimples in her cheeks. So, with comical guilt, Miles imitated binoculars with his hands.

Of course, Hannah didn't need to play charades to know why he wanted to get closer. Still, she mulled and puzzled over the clue before innocently pointing at her tits and questioning her son with a cocked eyebrow. His face cracked and blushed. He nodded while trying to suppress his goofy, childlike grin. With an exasperated sigh, Hannah ushered him back to his starting place with the sweep of her hand.

Miles's walk of shame was capped by Hannah shaking her head in a patronizing way. She let him know just how feeble and futile his attempt was. They laughed together silently.

Of all the fears Hannah had when she had first realized her son could be into her, one of her biggest was losing the little games they played together. Their relationship was built on their easy communication and shared sense of humor. When she was suddenly faced with the idea of the games going away, she realized how important they were to her, to her happiness. Her son's attraction wasn't ruining their games though... It was adding a wonderfully strange and exciting twist.

When the laughter faded, Hannah and Miles smiled and smirked at each other, like they were waiting for the other to crack up again. But Hannah tilted her head and curled her lips alluringly, causing her son to straighten up. She then sternly held her finger to her lips before cheekily flashing her eyebrows.

Just like that, she disappeared below the surface. Miles had no doubt his mom was safe under the river, as he was holding his breath, too. When his half-naked mom popped out of the water again, Miles's eyes popped out of his head. Are you fucking kidding me...

His mom's pink sports bra was barely held intact. She had pulled the zipper down as far as it could go -- or as far as she was willing it to. All he knew for sure was he could see the smooth, lower curves of his mom's breasts, and his access to her flesh ended teasingly close to her nipples. His rigid cock demanded attention in the biting water, and he knew where he wanted to warm it up.

As her son gaped and reeled, Hannah's ego and self-belief elevated. A warmth spread through her limbs while she watched his facial muscles twitch. Cockily, she shrugged her shoulder, as if this was no biggie for her. What... You were the one who wanted the better view, right? Hannah smirked to herself.

She had planned on stopping there, but her son's reaction -- along with her curiosity -- inspired her to check just how much of her chest was exposed. The answer was, A lot. As expected, Miles got a kick out of her examining her boobs again. Alright... That's enough, Hannah decided. She smiled warmly and waved goodbye.

Miles saw her wave and he disagreed. He shook his head, playfully pleading for her not to stop, but his mom was already sinking into the water. She laughed, winked, and then disappeared. She resurfaced moments later right next to him, her bra zipped fully.

"That was amazing. That was the greatest thing to ever happen to me."

"What was?" Hannah asked.

"All of it!" Miles moistened his mouth. "You letting me see your boobs like that, the water all over you, your eyes, your face, your pose... everything. I'm, like- I'm shaking, haha!"

"Excuse me?" Hannah boomed. "What are you talking about? What the hell has gotten into you?" She urgently touched her lips and scolded him with her eyes, reminding him they weren't alone in the river.

Miles caught the smug grin at the end. "Never mind," he waved it off, his heart racing, "I guess I must've dreamed it."

"Yes, you did." Hannah wiped her hair back. "Anyway... What were we talking about? I think you were deciding whether swimming with me was better than going to a pool party or not."

"Uh, yeah, hah! I think I've made up my mind," Miles said. "But, I'm always open to being even more convinced."

Hannah rolled her eyes. "Really...?" The mother scoffed and brought her hand up to her pink zipper. The moment she saw the hope in Miles's eyes, she splashed him.

"Hey!"

"Well, I'm gonna get out now." Hannah hit her son in the chest and swam away.

Miles followed his mom upriver, wading behind her drenched, black running shorts, which clung to the smooth curve of her bubbly butt. Hannah didn't even need to look back. Pay attention to the rocks, too, she thought. You're not gonna be able to look at it any longer if you're dead.

----

After the river, the rest of the day's hike felt different. And that was because Ken decided to hike with them.

Perhaps Ken figured they missed him, or perhaps he thought if he finished the day with them, they'd hit the minimum time required to call this a "family trip." Either way, he wanted them to believe that palling around with his friends was a sacrificial chore he was doing for the family. "I like my coworkers, but they can really chew your ear off. I'm glad I was finally able to get away."

The irony, of course, was that Ken spent the next few hours blathering about the comet. The information was interesting at first, but Hannah and Miles soon spaced out and blindly nodded along.

For Miles, this was extra frustrating because he couldn't admire his mom's supple body. Even worse, he couldn't talk freely to her. But maybe this was for the best? He needed to cool down and collect his thoughts. His mom probably did, too. Hopefully, she missed talking to him as badly as he missed talking to her.

13 *****

Camp Three was breathtaking. It didn't have the jaw-dropping expanse of the first campsite, but they were much higher up. They arrived in the early afternoon, giving everyone time to snack, nap, and set up the tents.

They ate dinner as the green and tan mountains on the horizon folded into the dusky orange sky. The view, however, did little to distract from the talk of the comet. Yes, it was a rare event. But not every other sentence needed to be a repetitive fact about the comet or comets in general. It became unbearable.

When Rick held up two bottles and asked who wanted a drink, Miles and Hannah had their hands in the air before he finished the question.

----

"Is he coming with us?"

"Who cares. Let's just go set up."

The sun was getting lower, and the astronomy club was itching to set up their telescopes. Sebastian had been absent for over an hour. While nobody was concerned about him, the astronomy club imagined leaving him behind could create some bad fallout.

They ended up not waiting long, as Sebastian emerged from the distant woods. "Took me forever to find a signal," he held up his phone. "You guys go ahead. I still haven't even eaten dinner."

The eight employees departed for the summit before their boss could change his mind.

Miles no longer knew what to make of the suave plant manager. He had been intrigued by his sense of style, by his commanding presence, by his rhythmic voice. But after everything Miles had learned, he was irritated by him. Sebastian had blackmailed his mom, fucked her, and then hijacked a work trip to solicit her. Yet, those crimes weren't what angered Miles.

How on Earth could he look at her like that? Miles remembered all of the times he had caught Sebastian leering at his mom. The look in his eyes... It was like he could only see her as a fun cumpiece -- a ticket to great sex and nothing more. Every day, Miles got to witness how incredible and special his mom was in so many ways. Any man who opened his eyes for even a second could see it. But Sebastian seemed to have no interest. What a fucking loser...

He looked into the dancing yellow fire and smelled the burning twigs. His mom was doing the same. They hadn't uttered a word to each other since the river. And considering all of the other women and children were gathered around the fire with them, it didn't seem like the best time to start talking again.

Soon, two of the women -- the ones who had fawned over Miles's fit physique by the water yesterday -- pulled him into a conversation. They laughed easily and asked him a lot of questions. Of course, they weren't seriously interested, but they enjoyed sipping their drinks and chatting with the handsome and energetic young man.

When Miles peeked at his mom from the corner of his eye, to see how she was reacting to his sudden popularity, his blood curdled. Sebastian was sitting next to her. The longer he discreetly mumbled into her ear, the more Miles felt a sinking sickness in the pit of his stomach.

Sebastian then stood up and left the fire. Seconds later, Hannah nonchalantly stretched her legs and headed off in the same direction.

Please, no... No. No. No. No. No. Mom, don't do anything. Don't do it, please! Miles restlessly tapped his toes. His gut was filled with a sense of impending doom. The voices of the tipsy women faded to nothingness, and he could only stare at the blackness into which his mom vanished.

Miles didn't just love her as a mother. He didn't just want to fuck her. He swelled with emotion beyond anything he could comprehend. He knew, beyond any doubt, he was helplessly and desperately in love with his mom. He had spent his entire life loving her as a mother, as a friend, and as a person. All he needed was the sexual spark to wake him up and realize his mom was everything to him. And now, the thought of even a shred of her wanting Sebastian... It ripped Miles's heart.

----

They were the most painful and hopeless minutes of Miles's young life. Every five seconds Miles snapped his focus to the dark trees, imagining it would be the time his mom's lovely gate emerged into view. He had debated following her into the woods -- but he knew he couldn't. She doesn't want to be rescued, Miles admitted.

Finally, he heard footsteps coming closer, and then his mom's shadowy body was lit by the orange fire. A glance at his phone told Miles she had been gone for ten minutes. Ten minutes is enough, he thought. Maybe... It's possible. If he... Yeah.

The teenage son didn't know what to look for, but he wanted her to sit down again so he could search her hair, skin, and clothing for any signs. Instead, his mom walked behind him and placed her hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, Honey," she grinned peacefully.

Miles felt the pressure in her fingertips, how they gripped his right deltoid. Her presence felt different. Her hair was the same and she wasn't sweating. There was a glint in her eye, but not a daring one. "Hey, Mom."

"When are you planning on joining your father up on the summit?"

"Oh. Um... I guess later? I didn't really think about it."

"You should go now to help him. He could probably use it. And you know how much doing it with you would mean to him, especially with you starting school soon."

None of this made sense to Miles. His mom was ordering him away from camp, but there was no guilt in her green eyes. It was possible she was being blackmailed, but she sounded calm and in control. She asked him to spend time with dad for sentimental reasons, but, despite it being out of character, her suggestion seemed sincere.

In his confusion, Miles felt a sensation anchoring him -- something in the way his mom was touching his shoulder. He looked up at her illuminated face and believed she could never hurt him. He wanted the answers, but he found comfort in his mom's judgment. "Okay. Yeah, I'll go see if he needs help."

Miles grabbed his headlamp and water bottle. Then he began the quarter-mile trek to the summit.

----

Hannah watched her son walk down the beaten path under the starry sky. She knew his mind was on her mysterious trip into the woods. So was hers.

"Hey. I know you're unsure if you want to see me again. But I want you to let me show you something. I think it'll be of interest to you. All I ask is for five minutes of your time. If at any point you want to leave and be done with me... Then, fine, you can come back here and I won't disturb you anymore."

The familiar voice, with its sharp S's and hard T's, poured into Hannah's ear. The low fire crackled, and Hannah adjusted herself on her yellow pack. She let her irises drift away from her son and the two flirting women over to the side. She was intrigued by the secretive offer.

"If you're interested, follow me."

Nobody was paying attention to her. Not even Miles. He's too busy putting up with the Desperate Housewives of New Hampshire talking his ear off... Hannah thought. Wanting to remain irrelevant, she silently yawned and slowly stood up to stretch. When enough time had passed since Sebastian left, Hannah casually walked off into the night.

"Alright, you got me here..." Hannah greeted him just inside the grove of alpine trees. "What do you want?" Sebastian smiled and beckoned her with a wave. "Just so you know, in the book I'm reading, the main character waits to kill her husband's boss once they're alone."

Ignoring her comment, Sebastian led her deeper into the woods. "Ta-da!"

Hannah shook her head and held out her empty palms. "What? What am I supposed to be seeing?" There was nothing but rocks, trees, and his tent.

"Look around you!" Sebastion spun in the middle of the clearing. They were surrounded by dense firs. "There's nobody here. We're at least two hundred yards from camp."

"Really...?" Hannah rubbed her face. "This was your plan? This?!" She saw how his single-person tent was unzipped. "You were under the impression I wasn't sleeping with you because we were too close to other people? You thought if you just set up your tent in the woods somewhere I'd suddenly wanna fuck you?"

Sebastian waved her questions off, not wanting her to leave. "Yes, we are far away. Yes, this is someplace nobody would ever find. Yes, I did it for us -- I completely admit it. But, no, I didn't expect you to magically want to sleep with me."

"Ahh. Okay..." Hannah crossed her arms under her chest. "So, tell me then, how was this 'master plan' supposed to work?"

He touched his shorts. But only to pull his phone from his pocket. "I had enough of a signal this morning to text my assistant..." he tapped on the screen. "And... Here we go."

Hannah took the phone. Her eyebrows furrowed, and then her muscles stiffened. She scrolled through image after image in the long email. The screenshots were of emails, where the two addresses were random usernames. But Hannah knew -- the wife knew -- they were messages between her husband and the twenty-something-year-old receptionist at his plant.

She exhaled and held her composure. "How did you get these?"

"They were sent on work computers. I can access employee emails if... Well, I suppose I can do it whenever. Anyway, I had my suspicions about Ken and Taylor. Of course, they'd be chatting at work. So, I had my assistant check their emails. And I was right!"

The boss's glee was evident. Hannah reread one of her husband's messages. "You already know that wouldn't be a fair competition ;) You're half her age. There are plenty of things you could do for me that she can't."

"They have been emailing that way for a very, very long time," Sebastian added.

Hannah closed her eyes and breathed. Every day. Every single day for almost two years. His words, the ones dismissing her, or degrading her, or replacing her -- she felt them in her core. Looking at the dates on the emails inspired an odd mix of emotions. She was confused and frustrated by how her husband had shot down the idea of an open relationship, saying he didn't want her having sex with other men, all while he was sexting his coworker. Ironically, she was also embarrassed and turned off by how her husband didn't have the balls to act on his desires. It wasn't love or marital duty stopping him. He weaseled around and cheated on her every day with a coworker, but he was too cowardly to risk getting physical. Also, Hannah felt a strange sense of happiness and relief spread through her arms and legs.

She looked at Sebastian. "So... What was the plan? To show me these so I'd wanna get back at my husband with you?"

"Umm..." Her calm reaction left Sebastian perplexed. "Yes, that... That's the gist. It's right there in black and white. You can see, he has his friend on the side..."

Hannah cocked her eyebrow.

"I know you're mad at me, but remember how much fun you had getting back at him with me after New Year's Eve? We had a fantastic time. I know you did. Can you honestly say you've had hotter sex with Ken since then?"

No... Hannah thought. If Sebastian had come to her earlier with the emails, Hannah knew she would've used them as a free license to fuck his brains out. Her husband hated his guts, and he would've rather her fucked any other man in the world. In January, that fact set the stage for the hottest and most gratifying sex she had in years.

In the hotel room shower, Hannah pictured, again and again, the image of her husband flirting with the receptionist while leaving her alone. She thought of how it felt and the betrayal. Even more, she thought of how his boss was in the bed on the other side of the wall. That was when she decided she was worth more than a shameful orgasm in a ritzy bathroom. She strutted out naked and found a level of energy and euphoria she hadn't experienced in a long time.

Tonight, though, Hannah wasn't awash in rage or rebellion. Conceptually, fucking her husband's boss for payback was hot, but, looking at Sebastian, Hannah felt no desire. It surprised even her. "Thanks for showing me. But... I actually don't care. So if that's all ya got I'm gonna head back to camp." She turned away.

"Seriously?!" Sebastian huffed behind her. He settled back into his friendly persona. "Alright, I understand. I made a promise. I'm sure I'll convince you at some point. I'll just have to wait until after the trip, hah!"

"Excuse me?" Hannah snapped. She marched up to him and felt him shrink. "No. You won't be trying this again. Ever. It's the end of the line for you. Got it?"

Sebastian's sheen of confidence had worn off. His stubble was unkempt below his desperate eyes. "Okay," he swallowed. "I will never contact you again. Can you at least leave me with a goodbye kiss, though? I mean... We both helped each other out when we needed it. We share a great secret. And I always thought I'd get another chance. When I told you I'd stop, I meant for the trip. I wasn't prepared for this."

Who even was Sebastian? Hannah pinched her nose and looked at the man. He was her husband's boss. But outside of that, who was he? Just a random person with a dick. Sebastian didn't know her, and she didn't know him. There was no tension or intimacy or desire... There never had been. All of the heat and fun existed because of a rare situation. Not because of him.

Subconsciously, Hannah compared the extreme measures she had taken to feel reckless with Sebastian to the simple gestures, glances, and smiles she and her son had shared in the river. Merely thinking about it flooded her with the same reckless, lively, fun tension she had felt earlier.

Hannah looked at the tent Sebastian had prepared. Even if she were to climb in there with him, zip the door shut, and climax loudly, she couldn't do for him what she could do to Miles through much simpler means. Jesus, she thought, could you imagine the face he'd get just from you letting him watch you read your book in a bra and thong? Hannah blushed.

"Sebastian, I'll tell you what..." she shifted her hips -- and her tone. "I was going to tell you off. But, now that I'm here... I had another thought. Like you said, your tent is the only one where there's actual privacy. And, uh, I've been hoping for a chance to read my romance novel... in peace. If you get me? Yeah... And since we both know you're going to put a price on it, I'm going to cut to the chase," Hannah held firm. "If you let me borrow your tent, and you stay the fuck away until after the comet's over, and you promise to never -- and I mean NEVER -- talk to me or contact me in any way ever again... we can end this with a kiss."

Sebastian's dark eyes enlarged. A thin smile split his flat cheeks. Hannah was already unsure of her spontaneous idea.

"You can have my tent. Just join me inside for a little bit."

Hannah already knew where this was going. And she wasn't interested in playing this game. She was focused on a larger vision. "If you just shut up and say yes, you can get your closure with a handjob."

She knew he would say yes. He was horny and desperate, and he wouldn't turn down a guarantee of her getting him off.

"Consider the tent yours!" Sebastian tugged on his shorts.

"Hold on! Hooold on." Hannah collected herself. "Let me go back to the camp first. I need to make sure my son's out of the area."

As Miles approached the first bend in the summit trail, he glanced back at his mom. She was still standing by the fire, wearing a veiled smirk as she sweetly waved him goodbye.

14 *****

"Alright. You got this. Nothing new..." Hannah said under her breath.

Before heading off to Sebastian's hideaway in the woods, Hannah removed her tanning oil from her pack. This'll end that conversation before it starts, she cleverly thought. This wasn't Hannah's first rodeo. She knew once she started working his cock with his hands, Sebastian would ask her to "just lick it," and then he'd ask her to suck it. And despite her lack of interest, Hannah had to respect her history of poor decision-making in vulnerable positions.

A walk through scratchy brush and tree limbs led Hannah back to the small clearing.

"Welcome back!" Sebastian greeted her.

"Thank you," Hannah wryly acknowledged her host.

Cordially, he held open his tent flap. "Ladies first."

"Oh, Hell, no... No, I'm not going in there, Sebastian. If you want the handjob, we're doing it out here. Let's go behind the tent and you can whip it out there."

Sebastian had to have been clinging to hope of the handy leading to sex. But getting jerked off in the open air was also a hot idea. "Okay. Let's do it outside!" He walked behind his new tent, and Hannah followed.

Nothing to it but to do it... Hannah thought. The rocky terrain and darkened trees disappeared from view as the married mother lowered herself to her knees on the sandy dirt. There was only Sebastian's body and the tan, nylon background. The moment her butt settled on her calves, Hannah uncapped the bottle of suntan oil. Ironically, she couldn't wait to get her hands on his cock.

"God damn..." He shook his head down at Hannah. He inhaled the sight of her bare thighs pressed together, leading to the curvature of her round ass in her tight shorts. Her large tits hung from her chest inside her black tank, with her pink bra peeking out from under the straps and rising into the view of her deep cleavage. Most arousing, though, was her annoyed, almond-shaped eyes looking up at him, waiting.

"Are you gonna just stand there? As badly as I'm dying to do this, I'm not gonna take it out for you." Not even her bubbly cheeks could hide her sarcastic smile. She watched him roll his shirt up on his stomach before he shoved his shorts and boxer-briefs down to his ankles. A familiar, five-and-a-half-inch cock bobbed out of its trap. Fittingly, it had the same manicured appearance as the rest of Sebastian's person.The circumcised cockhead pointed at Hannah's face like it was staring at her. Welp... Without further ado, she poured the oil into her right hand.

"Wow! You thought of everything, didn't you?"

Hannah shrugged. "Anything worth doing is worth doing right." She smugly squeezed his bare shaft, coating his flesh in the toxic lubricant.

"Ahhh! Ahh..." The oil soothed his warm penis. He basked in Hannah's magical touch and rolled his shoulders. "Fuck, I'm gonna miss this."

It was comforting to hear Sebastian say it was the last time. "Yeah, you will miss this." She gently pumped the dangling shaft once, sending it to full mast.

"Uhh. Ohh, you have a gift."

"It's no gift... Just tons of practice." After years of masturbating her husband on nights where he or she wasn't in the mood for sex -- combined with her silver tongue -- Hannah could say whatever she needed to and perform all of her tricks by heart. She began massaging and pumping the pulsating cock in a steady rhythm.

Unlike in the past, Hannah didn't feel an intense rush or a desire to do more. Playing with a guy's hard cock while he stared at her like she was the sexiest thing to ever exist -- that was always an ego boost. But she didn't find herself caring much for Sebastian's opinion.

As much of a douchebag as Sebastian was, Hannah was peaceful and fine with him enjoying herself. She was simply stroking a cock as part of an agreement -- an agreement that would shut one painful door and allow her to explore a new one. It was in both of their best interests for Sebastian to enjoy himself. And besides, Hannah had done this correctly so many times, it would have been harder to try to do it poorly.

She skillfully cradled and massaged his testicles with her left hand while she circulated her wrist and pumped with the fingers of her right. Based on his grunts, her mindless, muscle-memory routine was driving him crazy. Maybe he'd cum quickly?

"Ahh! This is even better than last time," Sebastian gushed. He was spellbound to the point where he took his eyes from the slight jiggle of her chest and focused entirely on her well-orchestrated hands. Hannah would start by holding his balls snugly in her left hand while she jerked his taut flesh with only the fingertips of her right. Then, she'd twirl her wrist rapidly around his cock, spinning it in a tight circle like a propeller. Then, she'd pad the length of his purple vein with her thumb, pushing into the sensitive nerves under his cockhead and manipulating them with the tip. And, lastly, both hands would take turns delivering a fast, slippery stroke from his base to his tip. Then the routine started again, like clockwork.

Hannah, though, was deep in her mind, oblivious to the grunts and praise raining down upon her. What a weird situation. What a weird choice of man. Hannah wondered how she had ever been attracted to Sebastian. They weren't compatible... at all... in any way. The quality of the sex or their chemistry... Even that had been non-existent. So how did she end up here?

Hannah stared into space and began to question why she had found any of her major sex partners to be attractive. "I like shitty guys because they're dangerous. I like the risk. I'm kind of a rebel that way when it comes to sex." That was her answer. Every time her friends voiced their concerns about her taste in men during college, that was Hannah's answer. And she never doubted it... until now.

I should be fucking loving this. I should want his cock in my mouth. I should be thinking about taking off my top. This should be fucking hot, Hannah thought. But it wasn't. At best, it was a mildly interesting and funny story.

She looked up at Sebastian and entertained a few of his questions and remarks. She could see he was coming along nicely, and her proven, cum-inducing routine seemed to be doing its job. She then slipped away and returned to her thoughts.

Hannah thought about her favorite sex partners -- the ones who had rocked her world and made orgasms rip through her body. There weren't many. And, no... her husband wasn't one of them.

Only four men had ever sent Hannah over the edge. There was her first crush, who had inspired her to cum through masturbation -- her dad. There was the first experienced sexual partner, who fucked her until she came -- her Intro to Sociology professor, freshman year. There was her favorite sexual partner of all time, who took her whenever humanly possible -- her Uncle Bruce. And then, finally, there was Sebastian -- her husband's boss.

Of the men Hannah had slept with, it was only those four who made the sex desirable. It was only those four who made a lasting impact. Though... their impact was not equal. Sex with her college professor was exciting at first and helped her through a tough first year away from home. And fooling around with Sebastian at the New Year's party had reawakened a sexuality she had lost. But neither of those men offered her an experience anywhere close to the euphoric sensation of her uncle pumping a fresh load of cum into her wet pussy. Nowhere even close.

Thinking back on it, nothing compared to her two greatest relationships -- her imaginary one with her dad and her very real one with her uncle. When Hannah was younger, she lived for the moments her dad would see her "accidentally" naked. Every time she teased him, every time he inadvertently glanced at her tits, and every time their legs brushed while they sat on the couch together, Hannah's heart raced. When she was with her uncle, she woke up excited every day. Whether she was sitting in class, hanging with friends, or dancing at parties, she loved imagining how everyone would react if they knew she spent her weekends sucking her uncle's cock and playfully begging him to use her pussy as his personal cum bank.

The only downside to these two great relationships... Hannah still felt a little hole deep inside her. Whenever she joyously collapsed in her bed with a dildo in one hand and a daddy-daughter novel in the other, she felt a tiny hole. Whenever she gasped for breath and savored the feeling of her uncle throbbing inside her, she felt a tiny hole. The hole even larger when she was with the professor or Sebastian.

"It's because the sex is wrong," Hannah had always told herself. She assumed the hole was her conscience punishing her for "inappropriate" desires. Yet another long-standing theory Hannah now realized was bullshit. You let your son jizz on your ass... And you didn't feel guilty or ashamed, she thought.

As she stared distantly into the pick cockhead, Hannah's mind opened... Dad never understood me. Professor Pretentious was just using me to get back at his ex-wife. Uncle Bruce was a deadbeat. And this one -- this douchebag -- views me as a piece of meat who's here to help him cum. The sex isn't "wrong"... You feel guilty because they're shitty men. Them being "wrong" to fuck was the only great part about them.

Hannah jolted, as the clarity hit her and sent spasms through her limbs and neck like an electric shock. spasm. She fumbled the slick erection before quickly recovering. She smiled wondrously at the simple truth that had evaded her for all these years... She loved taboo sex. She loved it. She loved knowing how "wrong" it was. Her brain was never were ecstatic, her body never more orgasmic, and her spirit never more alive than when she knew how shocked and appalled society would be if they found out who she was hotly fucking. For Hannah, taboo wasn't a kink... It was a fetish. She NEEDED it to cum. It was hardwired into her brain, and she was helplessly, undeniably, and unapologetically addicted to it.

Suddenly, Hannah knew why men like Sebastian no longer interested her. She had torn her eyes away earlier in the river, wanting to avoid the frightening thoughts and feelings bubbling to the surface. But she knew now why Miles had been looking at her -- through her -- in a way she had never seen or thought possible... He was in love with her. He thoroughly and unconditionally loved her. And Hannah was done being frightened of her feelings. She was proud. "I'm fucking in love with him."

Her lungs filled with her and she sat up with a grin. She mouthed it to herself again. "I'm in love with him." Miles represented everything she loved in life. He was the source of her laughter. He was the person she looked forward to seeing every day. He was the person she spoke to when she was feeling down. He was the person she trusted. He was the one who made her smile. And now, on top of all of that, Hannah realized he was the one person -- whether she wanted to be lovingly caressed or treated like a reckless cumslut -- who could send her to her highest possible state of euphoria.

What would it be like... going to work, the grocery store, the coffee shop, family parties... waking up and living every single day knowing that her pussy belonged to her son's cock and her son's cock belonged to her pussy?

Moisture gathered in Hannah's thong as she envisioned the ultimate taboo -- she and her son living together, in the same bed, fulfilling all of each other's emotional and sexual needs. Partners. Soulmates. Mother and son.

"OH, FUCK! YESSS!"

Hannah snapped out of her trance. She swiveled her head to orient herself. She looked at her hands, and she was surprised to see how erotic and sensual her rubdown had gotten. It was working, so she kept it up. He's gonna blow, she thought.

"Yeahhh. Keep going. Don't stop." Sebastian's face was red and his teeth were clenched.

Hannah was stimulated. Not by Sebastian. But stimulated nonetheless. "Get it all out. It's our last time. Make it count." She pumped faster.

"AHHH!" He convulsed and his eyes clamped shut. Hannah jerked his cock straight into the air so his white goo fountained safely onto her hand and wrist and the ground. She squeezed his testicles and tugged on his drooping dick. Once Sebastian's head fell and his arms dangled in exhaustion, Hannah let go.

They both sucked in as much of the thin mountain air as they could. Hannah examined her hand, which was dolloped with white cream. Well... That was worth it for him, she thought. Hannah stood up and wiped her hand on the side of Sebastian's new tent.

"That was... Ahh... That was fucking great. Thank you so much." He didn't seem bothered by where she wiped his mess.

"You're welcome," Hannah said. "So... You don't need to sprint away or anything, but just make sure you leave here within the half-hour. Just hang out on the summit until after the comet."

The boss nodded. Then he smirked. "Are you sure this is the end...? I could see how much fun you were having there."

Hannah rolled her eyes. Why'd he have to ruin it? She spoke bluntly, "Yes, this was the end. And if you ever try to contact me again or tell anyone anything about us, I'll call your employer and tell them all about how you made me sleep with you to promote Ken."

"Well... If you did that, everyone would know we've slept together, and your husband would divorce you. OWW-AHH!"

Hannah nodded. "Worth it. Besides, you saw those emails he sent to his girlfriend... He'd rather be unhappy than let me go. I think we both know I'll be the one filing."

To a gasp of relief, Hannah released her contorted death grip and walked away from Sebastian, and everything he represented, for the last time.

15 *****

"Are we sure it's not gonna crash into Earth and kill us all?"

Miles turned to his mom hiking up the side of the rocky summit.

"That's actually impossible..." an employee began. More Star Gammas joined him in explaining astrophysics to Hannah.

"I made that same joke and they all jumped down my throat, too," Miles whispered to his mom, as she stood next to him.

The panoramic sky was clear and open. Shimmering wisps of red and purple Milky Way stretched as far as the eye could see. Walking on the bald mountain top, as the cool breeze whipped over the low wild grass, was like walking among the stars. Telescopes pointed in all different directions, exploring the constellations and planets listed on star maps.

"I missed you."

"What?" Miles felt his mom's soft shoulder on his arm.

Hannah hugged her black tank top for warmth. "I missed you," she whispered.

"You missed me doing what? I haven't even been able to use the telescope yet."

"No," the mother chuckled and nudged her son. "I missed being with you all day after we left the river. I missed talking to you."

"Oh..." Miles lit up and blushed. The pressure against his arm increased, and he felt his mom's hip gently rest against the side of his leg. She's being really cuddly right now, he thought positively. Of course, nothing could distract him from the question on his mind.

As usual, Hannah read the furrow of Miles's brow. She flicked her head toward Sebastian and assuringly looked up into her son's eyes. "I ended it. For good. From now on, I only want to spend my time with someone if he's special to me. Miles, you never have to worry about me doing anything with him or any other-" Hannah stopped herself and swept her hair behind her ear. She wished she could explain her epiphany and her new awakening. She wanted to tell him how if she could go back in time, accepting what she accepted now, knowing and believing what she did now, feeling what she did now, she would have... Hannah breathed and looked up at the sky. She was tired of letting herself be a hostage to her past mistakes. She was ready to live forward. "I like having you as my partner on this trip. Thanks for staying in the back with me... and sticking with me while I figured some things out."

Miles didn't know what kind of journey his mom had in the woods. And he didn't need to. All that mattered was she felt closer to him than ever before. She felt relaxed, gently breathing against him. Under the faint starlight, her curved lips displayed a subtle freedom. "Yeah. I like hiking with you, too, mom." Miles shuddered from her palm touching the small of his back. Gently, she caressed him and dragged his nails over his cotton shirt -- out of view from everyone else. "That actually feels good, ha!"

"Yeah...?" Hannah petted his back and neck. "You can't get enough of me today, can you?"

"I guess not." Miles saw his mom's full lips in an affectionate grin. The reckless look was back in her green eyes -- but with a calmer depth. "I can't stop thinking about that 'dream' I had earlier about you in the waterfall," he breathed.

Hannah slowly exhaled, letting more of her arm sink into his. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

"We can talk about it...? I'm allowed to?"

"Of course," Hannah smirked. "I always want to hear about your dreams." She swayed her hip into his side and rubbed his back with a flat hand.

Oh, god... Miles swallowed. His pupils dilated as blood flowed to the tip of his penis. "You're okay with it? Even if the dream is... Even if it's about me seeing your boobs in the water?" He saw his mom's bottom, pink lip catch on her teeth. He shuddered again as she dug her nails into his shoulder blade.

"I especially want you to tell me about those dreams..." Hannah surveyed the round summit. The comet wasn't arriving for some time, and nobody was paying them any mind. "If you wanna get out of here with me, I know a place where we can talk about it alone."

The alluring pitch sent a chill down Miles's spine. He moistened his dry mouth. He wanted to answer, but his thoughts and words were elusive. His mom saved him and guided him with her head. Miles mirrored her and nodded back yes.

With a touch to her lips, Hannah breathed, "Be as quiet as you can. Don't turn your headlamp on until you need it."

"Where are we going?"

Again, Hannah tapped her lips -- adding a suggestive flash of her eyebrows. Miles zipped his mouth shut with his fingers and then followed her down the trail.

----

The descent was not without peril, as Miles stumbled several times due to nerves -- and his headlamp being out. He didn't know where they were going, but the last time his mom secretly conspired with him she was nearly braless. So, he had a feeling they were going somewhere good.

Alright, I didn't expect this, Miles thought, as the adventure drew him into the trees. It was the same area where his mom had gone to meet Sebastian. What the hell is here? Why is it such a destination? His young mind imagined a secret swimming hole.

When his mom stopped in the middle of a clearing, Miles looked around. There was nothing but a humble backpacking tent. "Sebastian's tent?" He figured he was allowed to speak again.

"Yep!" Hannah glowed and flourished her hand at the surprise.

"Okay..."

"Nobody knows this is here... And he won't be coming back until after the comet... So, until then, this is my tent."

Miles spun on the forest floor. They were isolated, off the trail map. There was just the little, khaki tent. Through the mesh door, he saw the lone sleeping bag. The son blinked and shook his head. "Wait! You wanna talk in there?"

While untying her boots, the mother confessed, "My original plan for the tent was to tease you in it. You know... play a fun game where you'd have to stand outside while I was in here, reading my book... in just a bra and thong."

"Jesus Christ," Miles sputtered. The fact that that thought had even entered her mind was incredible. "Seriously...?"

Hannah nodded matter-of-factly. "The idea was to put on this sexy, powder blue sports bra I've been saving for tomorrow. And, I think you already know about the cute, black thongs I brought..." She rolled her socks down her feet and balled them into her boots, wiggling her bare toes. "Once I stripped down, I imagined relaxing on my stomach, kind of propping myself up on my elbows... and reading my book. And your view... Hehe! Umm... I thought it bordered on inappropriate. Even for me."

The teenage son had a lump in his throat. His knees trembled at the glorious mental picture. "Oh, wow, uh... I guess it makes sense why you didn't do it."

Hannah tilted her head curiously. "When did I say I decided not to do it?"

No more than a yard from her son, Hannah rose to her feet. She pinched her tank straps and guided her top over her head. As expected, her son's face was priceless. There may not have been a fun zipper, but she figured he'd appreciate the lower cut. Her beige tits had always looked great in powder blue.

Hannah wasted no time hooking her thumbs under her waistband and wiggling out of her polyester shorts. They fell to her ankles, and she elegantly stepped out of the light fabric. Now you can check me out, Hannah thought, her heart racing.

Miles struggled to breathe and move his Adam's Apple. He didn't know what to look at. There was so much skin. Beautiful, smooth skin. The entirety of her sturdy legs. Her bare stomach and arms. Her neck. Her deep cleavage. Her hips. Her entire lower body was bare, except for the wide-banded, black thong. Miles was speechless. But his mom wasn't.

"See... I didn't cancel our plans." Hannah licked her lips and flirtatiously smoldered with her eyes. "I simply decided to change them. I was all prepared to have you stand outside the tent while I read my book and turned you on. But then..." Hannah stepped closer to her son and invented a story. "But then you told me you wanted to talk about what we did in the river. And I had to assume you'd wanna talk about how hard you got from watching me... Or talk about the naughty things you wished you could've said to me... Or maybe you just wanted to ask me how I knew you were thinking about warming your thick cock up against my tits before cumming all over them?"

Miles panted and leaned back. The muscles in his chest and elbows twitched uncontrollably. He watched his intimidating, sexy mother tiptoe closer and closer into his personal space. When her chest was inches from his ribcage, she gazed up into his eyes."So... Since this is probably going to be a highly inappropriate and intimate conversation... I thought you'd feel safer talking to me about it in the privacy of the tent. But it's your call."

I love you. Miles's forehead burned to where he felt feverishly ill. He wished he had gotten a haircut. He stared at his mom's patient eyes and still lips. She had made a solid argument. "Yeah. Ah. Makes sense. In the- Yeah, inside the tent works."

Hannah bit the insides of her mouth to suppress her biological grin. "Before we go in there though," she spoke sweetly, "I need you to take your shirt and shorts off." She watched his face go blank. "It's just that... I'm in a vulnerable position right now. And I'm perfectly fine being zipped up in a tent with you in nothing but my underwear -- because I trust you, Miles. I trust you more than anyone. And if we're going to go in there together, I want to know you trust me just as much."

"Like... Like right here."

Hannah shrugged. "I'd certainly prefer it that way."

Miles's fingers were trembling and it was difficult to grip the hem of his shirt. He then closed his eyes and froze. He knew his erection was lurking beneath the white fabric.

Hannah smiled empathetically. "Honey... I already know what I do to you."

It was naive to think his mom would care -- considering what she was wearing. But Miles wasn't in his normal state of mind. He anxiously shuffled backward and unlaced his boots. While he stripped away his socks and shirt, Miles admired his mom's tight, underwear-clad figure. She was perpetually stunning. With a huff, he let his shorts fall to his ankles. His mom's eyes widened as his cock pushed into his soft boxers, angling at the night sky.

Fuck me... Hannah gaped. She had felt how healthy and thick he was when he rubbed against her. But seeing the tent of what was likely a six-and-a-half-inch cock... It was pleasant. Hannah picked at her fingers and gently swayed her hips. She had planned to lure her son into the tent, get him talking, and slowly seduce him. That plan could go fuck itself. "How long did you plan on hiding that from me?"

"I, um... I wasn't hiding it. I mean... I touched it against you last night. I guess I just-" Miles stopped. He realized his mom was having fun with him again. Dude, she's flirting you, you fucking idiot. Relax, he urged himself. Miles straightened his spine and found the courage to smile at his mom. He felt comfortable in front of her. He knew he could embarrass himself and her opinion wouldn't change one iota. "I hid it because I wasn't ready to show it off yet." He tried to play it cool, hoping his banter would meet her standard.

Hannah lit up. She flirtatiously swept her hair behind her ear. "You're right. I did feel it last night. Unfortunately, though, I was a little preoccupied with some things going on outside. So, I didn't get to pay as close of attention as I normally would have. But tell me... Why were you scared to show it off to me last night? What did you think I was gonna do with it?"

"I don't know... Maybe you would've told me to get it away from your face and go back to grinding it into your pajamas while we pretended to sleep," he quipped.

"Haha! Yeah? Did rubbing it on my pajamas bother you?"

"No, the pajamas felt great! It was a lot of fun."

"Yeah, it was a lot of fun," Hannah wistfully sighed. "Unfortunately, I don't have my pajamas on me..."

Miles gulped and centered himself. "Um, well... Maybe your plan was to grind into me with just your thong on?"

Hannah exhaled heavily. She tapped cheek with her finger and mulled. "Yeah, I mean, that's an idea... It would be much easier for me to help you cum if I used my bare ass. But... Then again, with how big your load was last time, I imagine it'd smear all over my ass. Not that I care about it getting on my ass... But I can't risk spoiling my only clean thong for tomorrow."

"Yeah, true..." Miles didn't know how women packed underwear. A bead of sweat ran down the side of his face. "Umm... Maybe your plan was to let me put my cock between your tits, and then you'd use them to help me?"

She bit her lip and grazed her fingers over the top of her breast. "Huh. That's another idea... It wouldn't be hard for me to squeeze your cock in them. I could help you fuck 'em until you blew your load. Joking around with each other while your cum runs down my tits... That does seem like our kind of activity, doesn't it?" Hannah pulled the strand of hair clinging to her forehead. "Wow, honey... Heh! You, uh, certainly have a lot of good guesses for what my plan was, don't you?"

"Yeah."

Hannah softly touched her son's arm. "Maybe it was a little selfish of me to come up with the plan for us on my own? I think you and I are always best as a team. And I think once we get inside this tent, zip the door behind us, and brainstorm together, we'll come up with an even better plan."

Even though his head was spinning in an erotic haze, Miles deciphered his mom's intoxicating gamesmanship and knew was going to get at least a handjob. He had never been either more excited or more terrified in his life. "I think we're good as a team, too," he nodded. "Let's, um- Let's go in."

With a fluttering heart and overwhelming emotion, Hannah squatted next to the tent and found the zipper. She took her time -- both because she was nervous, and because she wanted to give her son his first full view of her ass. Well... His first intentional one, anyway. She could feel his stare on her butt, and she appreciated it -- especially given how most men were usually too distracted by her tits, face, and eyes to recognize what she believed was her best asset.

Hannah leaned in and crawled on her knees into the tent. Wearing only his plaid boxers, Miles followed her into the dimly lit hole.

16*****

Hannah knew how to avoid awkwardness before sex. The instant her son sealed the flap shut, she attacked.

"Ooof!" Miles's eyelids flew open. He then clenched them tightly, feeling the foreign sensation of his mom kissing his lips. Her arms held him longingly while her nose rubbed his. She passionately nudged her head in and out while humming and moaning from her throat. Once the initial shock subsided, Miles kissed her back with just as much romantic intensity, showing her how he felt for her.

It was like she was rising into the air -- floating from the padded ground. Hannah melted from the feeling of her son's skin on hers, the feeling of his muscular arms constricting her lower back and pulling her in as tightly as physically possible. But she still didn't feel close enough. He smelled like hormonal sweat and campfire, and Hannah lost herself in the charged kiss.

Miles surprised his mom by slipping his tongue into her mouth, which she graciously received and massaged with her amorous tongue. She tasted like mint, and Miles's loins swelled from the realization that she had prepared to make out with him. She planned this. She wanted this all along. He found a way to pull her in even tighter.

Hannah could no longer control her body. It was in her son's control. She could only control her face and how badly he wanted her. She had never wanted a man more thoroughly and completely, and she wanted him to want her more than anything he could ever imagine. She moved her tongue sultrily, knowledgeably, as she gave her baby his first lesson in mastering the French kiss.

For minutes, the mother and son sucked on each other's soft lips and massaged each other's swirling tongues. The air inside the tent heated quickly. Hannah's boobs were just under Miles's chin. As much as he loved it, he got off of his ankles and sat up straight on his knees, allowing his mom's bulging chest to press directly into his heaving pecs. More moisture flooded into Hannah's pussy as her son's erection dug into her tummy.

Unable to hold out any longer, Miles slid his hand down his mom's spine toward her thong. He poked her with his fingers to test her, and she showed no signs of resistance. Miles palmed and squeezed his mom's fatty, round buttcheek. It was a feeling he had dreamed about and missed sorely.

Hannah broke off the kiss so she could rest her chin on his shoulder and give him a clear view of his hand on her ass. She continued to grunt and purr in his ear to encourage his scandalous touching. When his second hand palmed her other cheek with a gentle smack, Hannah moaned. Then she lovingly licked and sucked on her son's neck, rewarding him for his behavior.