Awful Love - part 3

Continue to part 2............

"The old guy was right," Carl said excitedly, "this place is perfect!"

The cove was sheltered on three sides by trees and a bluff behind them. It gave the illusion of being cut off from the world.

Carl was frying fish in a skillet over an open fire. The fish came from the well-stocked larder of the rented boat. He wanted to rough it but did not want to go hungry trying to catch fresh fish.

"Um...this is a beautiful place!"

Shirley scanned the secluded cove. This place was beautiful. She thought it would be a great place to make love if our son was not with them and if Carl was in the mood.

She noticed her son staring at her. She smiled when he quickly looked away. She decided to dial it back a bit. The scenes on the boat were hot but dangerous.

She was needy, and her son was horny. The seclusion added an otherness that lowered her inhibitions. It was as though they were in a world by themselves

Their behavior on the boat was NOT how a mother and son should behave! She charged it off to alcohol, marijuana, and the ambiance. She maintained a discreet distance between them since they docked. She noted that the bulge in her son's board shorts was now a smaller, though still respectable, lump.

"Is it okay if I sleep in the tent?"

"I don't know...." Shirley began.

"Certainly!" Carl chimed in. "The only way in or out of this cove is the river. It's totally safe."

Later that night, barefoot, clad only in her silk pajama bottom and matching sleeveless robe, Shirley sat on the prow of the houseboat smoking a reefer. She took a long lung-filling puff of the joint. It was the best they had had in some time.

So good, she thought ruefully, that Carl fell asleep after some intense foreplay, leaving me hot and bothered.

Her robe hung open, and her tits swung as she eased her free hand down the front of her pajama bottom. She left it open after Carl fell asleep while sucking her nipple. Her nipples were still hard and a little sore.

Their soreness reminded her of breastfeeding Austin. He was a hungry baby and usually left her nipples sore like they were now.

Shirley rubbed her aching pussy with her open hand. With the other, she caressed her breast, squeezing it and then sliding her hand to her rigid nipple. She hissed as she pulled hard on her nipple, causing her some pain. Shirley loved the pain/pleasure sensation suffusing her body. She felt the same pain/pleasure when her baby son used to suckle.

She loved how her arousal built slowly when she masturbated like this. It gradually permeated her body. Just before she came, she stopped, relishing the feeling of her hips squirming as she denied herself the release.

She loved edging like this...getting right to the point before she came and stopping. Some nights when her husband was away on business, she did this for hours. Finally, when she let herself cum, it was always explosive. She lost control of her limbs, they flopped around as her body convulsed and her pussy spasmed in orgasm.

Shirley slipped her index finger back into her dripping hole, coating her finger with her juices. She hissed as she slowly withdrew the finger and took it in her mouth, enjoying her taste.

She had only tasted one other pussy. It was her BFF and neighbor Kelly, and that was a one-time thing brought on by wine and marijuana. But she still recalled the delicious taste of Kelly's pussy and how she squirted when she came. Shirley had never squirted, not even when Kelly ate her.

She took another deep drag on the joint, filling her lungs with the acrid smoke. She was higher than she usually got. It felt so damn good to be sitting under a starlit sky masturbating. She felt free and horny!

Shirley watched the shadow of her son moving about the tent on the shore. What the hell was he doing? Shirley smiled. He probably had some porn on his iPad and was also masturbating.

Impulsively she snuffed out the joint. She scrambled down the ladder into the warm river water. The water was thigh high here, soaking the bottom of her pajamas, making them transparent.

She waded to shore instead of using the dock, unsure of why she went. She imagined herself a nymph rising dripping wet from the water.

"Austin! Are you up?"

She noticed her son moving about in the tent. She smiled as she heard him scrambling.

I was right, she thought. He was either masturbating or looking at porn, probably both.

Now he was struggling to hide the evidence. Austin left his Ipad open once, and she saw photos of mature women in various stages of undress and having sex. Some of the women had the same body she had. They had soft bodies and big jugs.

"Just a moment, mom."

Austin was trying to dissipate the marijuana odor in the tent. He had been smoking and edging, thinking of that afternoon and his mother's seeming acquiescence.

"Well, hurry! The mosquitoes think they have found something good to eat!"

The corners of her mouth pulled up in a devilish smile. She recalled how much she enjoyed Carl eating her out. Like many things they used to enjoy, pussy licking had gone by the wayside.

Shirley remembered changing the semen-soiled sheets on Austin's bed or retrieving his laundry from the hamper. She would hold the item to her nose, inhaling the fragrant semen aroma.

A few times, after toking, she took a pair of his cum stained Jockey shorts to her bedroom. There she stripped off her house dress. Clad only in her panties, she rarely wore a bra at home; she jilled herself off while holding her son's fragrant underwear to her nose.

The zipper of the inner tent flap opened. Austin scrambled back and sat cross-legged against the far wall in the tight confines of the tent.

"Is everything alright, mom?"

Shirley crawled into the tent on all fours. She stopped half in, half out of the tent. She was experiencing a cannabis-induced sense of detached wellbeing.

"Yes! I wasn't sleepy and decided to come to see how you were doing"

"I...uh...I'm fine!"

Austin wore only his Jockeys. She saw a noticeable bulge in his underwear in the dim light of the Coleman lantern.

Austin stared at his mother's chest. Her loose-fitting robe drooped, exposing her ample breasts with their hard, large nipples.

"Well, will you invite me in or leave me here and let the mosquitoes devour me?"

Why am I here, she thought? I shouldn't be here.

"Sure, mom! Come on in."

Shirley crawled into the tent, barely three feet separating her from her son. Her nostrils filled with the strong pheromone-laden aroma of his 18-year-old body. Her pussy flooded, recalling her masturbation sessions with his cum stained briefs held to her nose.

Unmindful of the transparency of her wet silk pajama bottoms and partially open robe, she sat with her back to the tent opening and crossed her legs. She only became aware of how exposed she was when she noticed her son's eyes glued to her crotch. That sense of wellbeing and detachment induced by marijuana caused her to accept that he probably could see her sex.

"I probably should have taken these off so they wouldn't get wet when I waded ashore."

"If you hang them outside, they will dry pretty quickly."

As the words slipped from his lips, he mentally tried to yank his mind back in gear. He had proposed the unthinkable to his mother. There would be hell to pay.

Years later, Shirley would look back on this moment as seminal. Austin inadvertently became dominant, ordering her to strip. She slipped into her favorite role, the submissive. As a sub, she was not responsible for her actions.

They were in the classic D/s roleplay; he would command, and she would willingly obey.

She wiggled out of her pajama shorts. She ignored the warning bell that went off in her mind.

Shirley tossed the shorts to the side. She sat with her legs crossed, her pussy gleaming, facing her son's spread legs. She watched Austin as his cock, almost impossibly, grew larger, the dark, swollen head popping through the slit in his underwear.

"I can see the head of your cock," she giggled.

"Uh...I'm sorry, mom." Austin struggled to stuff his cock back in his shorts. "Mom, what's going on?"

"Going on," she asked coyly. "Can't a mother visit her son?"

Austin nodded toward his mother's open legs. The gleaming wetness of her cunt was apparent even in the dim light of the 15-watt Coleman lantern.

"Perhaps, I should go to the boat and get you something to cover yourself."

"Sure! My clothes are in the closet in the bedroom where your father is sleeping!"

Smiling impishly, Shirley scooted to the side.