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Sebastian suavely approached her through a crowd of people. His timing made it seem as if he had been waiting and watching her. He hadn't been joking about kissing her.

As the tan man stepped before her, he spoke loudly over the cheers and bells. "Happy New Year, Hannah! I hope you got your kiss."

"Happy New Year to you!" Hannah then shook her head. " And no... He's over there somewhere. So I didn't get my kiss. It sucks."

"Is he even around here? I haven't seen any of my employees," the boss casually asked.

Hannah's arms were shaking, and she was laying it on thick. "They're all over there on the other side of the bar. It's annoying... Ken can't even see me over here," she sighed. "He's lucky that some other guy didn't come up to kiss me," she chuckled.

Sebastian laughed heartily while lightly touching her waist and leaning in closer. "He is lucky. I'm sure any man would want to kiss you. I'm sure a lot of men have asked to kiss you, no?"

Hannah understood Sebastian's need for certainty -- for it could be catastrophic for his career. So, she had no problem being more obvious. "Actually, no! Haha! Guys have been checking me out all night but none of them have asked me to kiss them. I don't get why not? It's no big deal or anything -- it's just a New Year's kiss. Literally, any guy in here could have come up... but they've all been too shy so far." Hannah rocked her waist into Sebastian's hand.

The manager inched closer to the gorgeous woman and slid his hand onto the small of her back over her sequin dress. "Since every other man is intimidated by your beauty, I'm guessing it's my honor?"

Hannah bashfully shrugged and sipped her glass of champagne. "You have the same chance every other man has."

Sebastion pressed his forehead into Hannah's, and she suggestively smirked back at him. The boss and his employee's wife shared a short, open-mouthed kiss.

When the kiss ended, they promiscuously stared at each other, and then Hannah stood up on her toes. They kissed again. This time with their lips deeply interlocking. Their tongues slipped into each other's mouths. The naughty, sensual kiss invigorated Hannah, and she wrapped her arms around Sebastian's neck. Sebastian lowered his palm onto Hanna's fatty butt cheek and squeezed it with his fingers.

Hannah closed her eyes and then pulled away.

"Too much?" Sebastian guiltily asked."Not enough," Hannah bit her lip and winked.

Sebastian grinned ear to ear and smacked Hannah's ass with a thud. He gripped her left butt cheek and lifted it, pulling the hem of Hannah's silver dress higher on her thigh. Hannah felt fucking sexy and she let Sebastian make out with her more.

Until then, they had only been casual acquaintances, but they soon found themselves walking together to the back of the club so they could not be seen. They danced together intimately and felt the curves of each other's bodies.

Her intuition told her that her husband was looking for her, so Hannah told Sebastian she had to go. But before Sebastian let Hannah out of his arms, he said he wanted to fuck her brains out. That comment sent a chill from her lions to her neck. Hannah's face was glowing as she shrugged, "Oh, yeah? Hmm... Well, if I didn't have to go home with my husband, you probably would've gotten the chance to fuck my brains out tonight. Too bad."

"When you get home, sneak out again and meet me back here. We can pick up where we left off."

"Yeah? Maybe we can pick up where we left off on some other day? Name a time and a place... Maybe I'll be free." She then pulled away from Sebastian, shooting him one last wink.

"So anyway," Hannah resumed her shortened story, "after we kissed, one thing led to another, and I ended up agreeing to -- you know -- meet up with him." The remorseful mother could barely look at her son. "And after that night, I SWEAR I had no intention of acting on that drunk promise. Sebastian emailed me a few times and I ignored him every time. But somehow he got my number and called me one day. He told me your dad was competing for a promotion and about how he was 'much less qualified' than the other applicant." Hannah sighed. "Yeah... I'm sure you can imagine what he was getting at."

Miles couldn't even speak. He wasn't sure what he felt. The unfolding events were fascinating and he needed to hear more. Miles was so engrossed he was barely taking the opportunity to admire his mom's wet, half-naked body. "What happened next?"

Justifying her actions -- both to her son and herself -- Hannah explained, "The promotion was for a major pay increase. And I looked at the job requirements. Nobody else in the plant qualified except for your father. I had a feeling Sebastian was going to give it to your father anyway. But the way he was dangling it -- I didn't want to be the reason why your father was wronged out of a job. It would be great for the family, and I caused the problem."

"So, you didn't want to do it? It wasn't fun for you or anything?" Miles asked, with a somewhat deflated tone. He didn't know if it made him a bad person, but he realized he liked the idea of his mom craving great sex so badly that she'd be naughty to get it.

Hannah opened her mouth, but she had no idea what to say to her son. The answer was both awkward and complicated. She could still remember the jitteriness in her hands and wrists when she parked her car at the five-star hotel Sebastian had booked.

Hannah knew Sebastian was on a long lunch break. She knew her husband was working back at the plant none the wiser. Her shaking hands made it impossible to touch up her makeup in the visor mirror. The wife and mother was torn into three parts. Part of her was horrified by what she was there to do. Part of her felt her husband deserved it for his disloyalty at the party. And part of her was aroused. Looking down at the inviting attire she had decided to wear, she knew she had already made up her mind.

As Hannah knocked on the door to the hotel room, her mind was racing. How would she even engage with Sebastian? How could she get in the mood while being so nervous? Those questions were rendered pointless the moment Sebastian opened the door. He pulled her in and kissed her. Within two minutes, they were stripping each other naked.

The sex was quality. Sebastian knew what he was doing, and it was much better than anything Hannah had been getting from Ken. Hannah insisted she stay on her elbows and knees so he could take her pussy from behind. Doggystyle allowed her to enjoy the feeling of Sebastian's cock thrusting inside her and his body slamming into her ass, all while she got to hold onto the fantasy that she didn't want to be doing it -- that the hot sex was something she had to do for the family.

But Hannah was no martyr. She gave Sebastian open access to her naked body. She savored the touch and manipulation of his desiring hands, and she moaned in response. When Sebastian grunted and ejaculated into his condom, Hannah bit her lip and nearly orgasmed.

Then, without saying a word, a frantic Hannah pushed her way out from under Sebastian's sweaty body and ran into the bathroom. She locked the door behind her. For over half an hour she showered, trying to reconcile what she had done. But her thoughts seemed to run in circles. Suddenly, she realized why she couldn't think straight. Her pussy was still tingling and she wanted to cum.

No internal alarms or restraints could stop Hannah as she strutted naked out of the bathroom. Sebastian was back in his suit and immediately broke away from a phone call. He asked if she was okay, and Hannah simply held her finger to her lips. "Get out of those work clothes, because, this time, you're gonna make ME cum."

For fifteen minutes, Hannah rode Sebastian's erection while they talked dirty. Sebastian fingered her clit so well, she stopped riding him and sucked his dick to make the pleasure last longer. When Hannah finally orgasmed and came, she freed his dick of the rubber condom and jerked him off as they made out. After Sebastian ejaculated again, Hannah left.

"I mean, I don't wanna get into it too much," Hannah responded to her son's question. She wanted to come clean but not be too intimate. "We had sex twice that day, but I swore to myself it was the last time I'd do something like that. Sebastian has messaged me plenty of times, and I've always turned him down. That's why I've stopped going to parties at your dad's work."

Miles stood with his fingers interlocked behind his head. He paced in a small circle. "Oh, wow! That's- Wow..." Now he was taking full advantage of his mom's scant state, feasting with his eyes. He imagined getting to fuck his mom twice in one day and what he'd do with her. Miles thought, She's already fucked another guy recently! Twice!

Her son's eager eyes made Hannah finally aware of her state of undress. His brazen staring was alarming, but Hannah was more concerned about permanently losing his respect. "So... What do you think, Miles? After hearing all of that, do you still think you can't be mad at me? You should be mad at me. I deserve it."

It wasn't just the lust, Miles could never find it in himself to vilify his mom. They were best friends. She had done so many great things for him and other people in her life. "You made a mistake. But you were in a tough spot. And you were pressured into it. And even if you did want it, it's kind of dad's fault too. You were both doing something bad with other people. I don't think it has to be a big deal."

More tears streaked down Hannah's cheeks, but they were ones of relief and appreciation. "Thank you for saying that. I was so afraid you'd hate me," Hannah smiled through her cry.

You were afraid of me hating you? Not dad? Miles thought proudly. He tried cheering his mom up with a joke. "It sucks about this trip. It's kind of hard to avoid Sebastian here, isn't it? Haha!"

Hannah rolled her eyes in massive circles. "Honey, this trip is BECAUSE of me."

"Wait... What?"

"Think about it, Miles. He basically hijacked control of an astronomy trip and then told everyone to bring their families. Why? Your father said it was Sebastian forcing everyone to bring their families as a 'bonding' activity. Do you see everyone else's family here? No. He only pressured your father that much. He wanted me to finally have to come to an event again so he could 'solicit' me."

A four-day astronomy club field trip. That was turned into a family event. And only five of the employees even had families. It dawned on Miles how ridiculous of an idea the trip was. It was the type of idea only a horny man could invent when thinking with his dick.

"Oh, shit... That's definitely what he did. Do you think he's gonna try to do anything bad to you?" Miles grew worried about his mom's safety. First Blackmail, then staging a four-day getaway just to talk to her? This guy is borderline insane. Or... Miles wondered, is she that amazing in bed?

"No, no. He won't do anything rash. He'll approach me at some point and I'll shoot him down." Hannah was surprisingly calm. She knew Sebastian's actions were unacceptable, but she had dealt with clingy men before. With how well she had worked Sebastian's cock over both times, his desperation was no surprise. I was fucking incredible the second time, Hannah remembered.

This real, adult conversation was like none Miles had with his mom before. Or anyone for that matter. It stirred and emboldened him. "Well, good thing you didn't bathe in that yellow bikini you had in college. You would've never kept him away."

Hannah rolled and belted in laughter. "Yeah," she nodded, "I was smart enough to avoid that, at least." She wiped the last remnants of tears from her face and her mood brightened.

"Mom, can I ask you a question?" She nodded, and Miles asked, "Does dad know what you did?"

"Umm..." Hannah straightened her back. "Kind of. We had an argument about him flirting with another girl and me kissing another guy. I said I forgot which guy it was -- for obvious reasons. We talked about having an open relationship. But, honestly, he didn't love the idea. And, besides, our marriage works. The older you get, the more the idea of changing things or starting over seems scary. I've kind of accepted my affair with Sebastian as a sacrifice for the family -- even if that's a lie."

Miles appreciated her trusting him with an honest answer. "If it makes you feel better, after just seeing that weird, outie belly button he has, I definitely think you having sex with him was a sacrifice for the family."

"Haha!" Hannah muffled her mouth and stomped her feet. Her green eyes lit up. "Shhh! Oh my god, haha! Okay... so, you promise you're not mad? You're not going to resent me years later for this? You're not going to tell me on my deathbed that you hate me?"

"No, you're an amazing mom. I'd never hate you."

Hannah wanted to cry again. She rose to her feet, feeling lighter, and gave Miles a big hug. The maturity with which her son handled such a tough, adult conversation marked a proud moment for her as a mother. Miles felt sturdy and larger in her arms, and she realized her baby was becoming a man.

Once the initial surge of love died down, Hannah noticed her son's arms holding her in a different way than usual. I should get dressed, she thought and broke off the hug.

Miles could have savored his mom's wet chest smooshing into his pecs all day long. Unfortunately, she had left hurriedly to get back into her tank top. On his bare chest, Miles could see the moisture from where her sports bra had made an imprint.

Wiping herself down with a towel, Hannah was glad she had got out of the hug in time. But when she looked up at the trail from the riverbank, she noticed the gray mesh of her son's shorts magically levitating. Her pupils dilated. Ohhh... that's not good.

9 *****

The hikers, all cleaner and fully clothed, were back on the trail and hiking through the steamy woods. Even though Hannah was hiking next to her son in the rear again, she was in her own world.

Was it the hug? She wondered. Was it the story? Of course, the hug can cause it. That's pretty straightforward. That's just boy feels tits and body, boy gets boner. I get the physical attraction. But if it's from hearing me talk about how I fucked Sebastian... That's not about my body. That's about me.

As they marched along the worn path, Hannah, less naive now, reopened her investigation into last night's "incident." There was something off about her son's explanation of events.

Okay, he said he woke up. Then he saw what happened. And then he froze because he was freaked out and didn't know what to do. Then he said you woke up when he froze. That's why he didn't have time to pull his "thing" away... Hannah shook her head.

There's no way he could've played dead so quickly. Not if he just woke up. And think about it -- You'd been rubbing against him for ten fucking seconds, at least, and he didn't move at all. Then once you sit up, he's magically able to move?!

Rattled by her new theory, Hannah spent the remainder of the day's hike peeking at her son's face, paranoid over him checking her out. His crotch was covered by his hanging shirt, but she eyed it occasionally, needing to know if anything happened again.

As for Miles, he was blissfully unaware of her suspicion. He just enjoyed the smell of decaying bark and let his mom enjoy some quiet time after an eventful morning.

10 *****

Camp Two didn't share the amazing view of the first site. Pine trees blocked most of the sunlight. Still, it was a tranquil place for the happy hikers to drop their packs and eat.

"There is a clearing up there," Aiden peered at the hill ahead of them. "There might be some thickets, but it's a great spot to set up the 'scopes."

"Well, let's get camp set up first," Katherine politely reminded him.

This time, Hannah and Miles joined Ken in setting up the family tent. The mom and son swallowed as they watched him rotate Miles's blue sleeping bag.

"It's fire time!" The father rubbed his hands.

A firepit was constructed with small rocks in a clearing. The thin trees robbed them of their pristine view but provided them a cozy atmosphere. Snacks were devoured and stories were shared. Then the astronomy geeks hurried to gather their equipment and set up on the hill before dark. Their families slowly left the clearing to make their way back to the tents scattered among the woods.

"How much ya wanna bet someone gets lost in the dark and has to sleep outside?"

"Heh," Hannah chuckled shortly. She then scanned the trees to make sure they were truly alone by the fire. "Hey, Miles, can we talk here for a moment?"

"Umm. Yeah, I guess so." He had a bad feeling.

"I wanna thank you for your discretion today. And for being so understanding."

"Oh... Yeah, of course!" Miles beamed. Something told him not to stand up just yet.

"I also have sort of an awkward question... But I need to know the answer." Hannah kicked her feet. "I WON'T be mad." She looked him in the eye assuringly. "No matter what your answer is, I won't be mad. I'll be understanding of you, just like you were understanding of me."

Miles nodded.

"How long were you awake last night before I woke up? Honestly?"

Fuck me... Shit! "Uhh," Miles remembered his lie from earlier, "right before you did."

"Right," Hannah nodded. "What does 'right before' mean, though? Like, that's relative, you know? Hah. 'Right before' can mean five seconds, thirty seconds... a couple of minutes...?"

The air felt thinner in the altitude. Miles's airways tightened, and the fire crackled fiercely. He knew his mom. His mom was smart, and he felt dumb for thinking he'd ever fool her. Of course, she knew he had been up for a while. Why would she be simply testing a theory?

Shit, dude! Think! There's no fucking way she'll buy five seconds. Two minutes would make you sound like a creep. With the silent seconds painfully mounting more pressure, Miles quickly lied. "Maybe a minute?"

His mom's eyes grew and her chin fell. He had guessed too much time.

"Wh- Why didn't you pull away?" Hannah was stunned.

Miles leaned back. "I, um- I- I didn't want to wake you up."

"You could have woken me up for THAT! You had a minute to think! Use common sense."

"I know. It was just... If I woke you up, I was afraid to explain why. It just seemed so awkward." Miles thought he made a good point in his spur-of-the-moment defense.

His mom didn't agree. She looked even more dumbfounded. "Awkward? More awkward than you being pressed against me all night? Especially considering- You knew you were erect right?! You had to."

"Yeah, but I was half asleep. Plus, I just didn't think it was a big deal." Miles grasped at straws.

"Not. A big. Deal...?" The muscles in Hannah's jaw clenched as she spoke. She was on the verge of breaking her promise to not get mad.

The scared teenager had no way out now. He could only keep downplaying what he did. "Yeah. I mean, it's like you said this morning, It's just something bodies do when they're together like that. You slid onto my sleeping bag, and I didn't know what to do. I didn't move or push at all. You were pushing into me, so I figured that's how your body wanted to sleep."

Hannah digested his words, and Miles continued, "You said yourself it was no big deal. We were both asleep and you got cold. I woke up and saw how my body reacted. I had no idea how I was supposed to handle that. Like, I kind of sat up, but then your body moved into me to get comfortable again. So, I just let you sleep like that."

Rubbing her face, Hannah tried to reach her son. "Miles, you didn't think me sleeping with you that way was inappropriate? You think the best option was to do nothing? You were fine with letting that happen the whole night...?"

Miles doubled down on his gaslighting. "Why wouldn't I have been? We were just sleeping. Like you said, when men and women sleep right next to each other, that happens sometimes. Why should I have thought it was inappropriate? Why do you think it should be weird?"

Her lips moved, but Hannah was at a loss for words. Suddenly, she was on the defensive. Her son was never going to admit he saw her sexually, and Hannah now felt like their weird one for pushing him to admit it. She had to lower the tension.

"No, no. Believe me, Miles, I never saw it that way either. I know that's just how our bodies chose to sleep. I just wanted to talk to you about it again because I feel bad about you being so confused when you woke up. I wanted you to know you didn't have to stay awake all night and hope I'd move off your space. You could've woken me up and pushed me over. Or never done it and dealt with it. Whatever. Again, I just wanted to ask you about it because I wanted to make sure you weren't uncomfortable."

What? Miles shifted on his lumpy backpack and tried to make sense of his mom's rant. She contradicted everything she had just said. All he cared about was that her tone let him know he was in the clear.

Hannah faked a yawn and looked easily into the flames. If she acted like everything was back to normal, maybe it would be.

----

The Star Gammas eventually returned from the hill. They had high hopes for the space views waiting for them later in the night.

The entire hiking party gathered around the fire again for dinner, and drinks were poured. Miles accepted a cup of whiskey, but his mom declined. He was discouraged to see his mom reject the alcohol and then scolded himself for thinking like a creep.

"So, who's gonna be joining us tonight? Miles, an astronomy buff like you has to be itching to finally see some stars," Sebastian doted upon the young man.

"Yeah, you should come with us, bud!" His dad also encouraged.

"Yeah, you should go with them," Hannah chimed in.

What the hell's happening? Miles thought as he looked around the circle of people like he had secretly been chosen to be the human sacrifice at the top of the hill. In actuality, his mom wanted to be alone in the tent to avoid more awkwardness, and his dad wanted to spend more time with him. Miles turned to Sebastian, who looked different now that Miles knew what he had done with his mom. "Sure, sounds fun."In the dark, Miles followed his dad's work friends up a rough trail to a high ledge. As Aiden had promised, the site was difficult to reach but the view was stunning. They all dimmed their headlamps and walked under the endless blanket of stars. It was nowhere near peak gazing hours, yet the immersive, humbling sky almost made Miles wish he had gone last night. Almost.

"Here. I'll give you coordinates and you try to adjust the telescope," Ken instructed.

Miles enjoyed the discovery. He had done it plenty of times, and the bright visions were no less breathtaking. Everyone on the rocky ledge was alive and sharing more bonding drinks.

Nearly an hour into the space watch Sebastian begrudgingly announced he had left his phone at camp and needed to get it. During the trip thus far, Sebastian had been getting enough service to answer emails and calls -- much to the annoyance of everyone else.

The boss left, and the employees quickly released their expressions of disappointment. They returned to stargazing, even happier than before. Miles, however, felt off in the pit of his stomach. No more than two minutes after Sebastian departed, Miles told his dad he was getting tired.

"Oh, you can't stay up late like your old man?" Ken teased.

"I guess not." Miles shrugged and started down the path back to the campsite. He carefully but quickly picked his way through the brush. In ten minutes, he was back on flat ground. His joke earlier about the employees getting lost on their way back to camp had been karmically turned on him. Worry rose in his Adam's apple -- not because he was lost in the trees, but because Sebastian was gaining time on him.

His headlamp was out as he searched for his tent. When finally he spotted the orange triangle, his body was throbbing. With each step, he watched for thin sticks and crunchy leaves. When he was about twenty feet from the tent he hid behind a tree and listened in to the faint conversation.

Sebastian's frame hovered outside the family tent. His mom was inside alone. Their whispers carried in the silent breeze.

"Yeah, I know. But we can't risk doing it again."

"You know, when you were in that stream, I swear it was like seeing you dripping wet out of the shower and asking for more all over again. And your sexy black bra was just as stunning as the one you wore to the hotel. Remember?"

"I'm glad I could inspire such fond memories."

Miles detected his mom's playful sarcasm. It was forever hard to miss.

"You looked incredible today. The only difference was your clothes never came all the way off and you weren't begging me to cum on your tits."

"Well, you just would've missed and hit my shoulder again."

Sebastian laughed richly and then his whispers turned more pragmatic. "Listen, I know that you know about Ken talking to Emily every day, still. Us having fun again would only be fair."

Miles leaned in to hear his mom's response.

"Believe me, if I planned on getting back at my husband for that, I'd have plenty of other options. Badgering me on this trip isn't helping your cause."

"Oh, come on. You're reading a James Patterson book. That means you're horny."

Miles heard his mom's muffled laughter.

"This novel is actually one where a woman's husband's boss keeps trying to fuck her on a hiking trip and she ends up pushing him off of a cliff."

"Haha. Well, if I'm horny and you're horny... How about we read that book together? I'll rub your pussy, you jerk me off?"

"Even if I am horny, I'd end up killing you afterward for being such an asshole."

"I'll take that trade."

Hannah laughed again. "Goodnight."

"Okay, alright. No sex. How about a goodnight kiss then, like we did on New Year's?"

There was a long pause. "I can't do that. I'm here with my husband and son."

Sensing his mom had made up her mind, Miles loudly stomped toward the tent while looking around as if he were strolling into camp.

Sebastian went blank. He spoke quickly and loudly toward the tent, "Well, I'm happy I ran into you, too. I'm glad your family is doing well. Oh, hey, champ!"

"Hey, Sebastian," Miles smiled back. He then watched him slink into the darkness.

As he entered the tent, somehow, his mom already knew he had heard what happened. Her face was resigned and straightforward.

"How much of that did you hear?"

"I'm not sure exactly. I saw him leave the telescopes and I figured he was coming down here. I just wanted to keep an eye on him."

"Well, thank you," Hannah's lips sweetly curled. She found it ironic how her son picked up on something her husband didn't. "When did you start listening, exactly?"

"You were talking about how you couldn't risk doing it again."

"Oh, god... You probably think I was lying to you earlier about wanting to stop. Don't you?"

"No," Miles answered sincerely, "I think I get it. You were just flirting for fun."

"Right, yeah," she nodded thankfully. "I know it's hard for you to understand now, but life and marriage can get, uh... complicated. You have ups and downs and problems. And people get through them in different ways." Hannah was upset Miles had heard more details of her infidelity, as well as his dad's. But she felt she deserved it as punishment.

"I understand," Miles shrugged. He couldn't help but imagine his mom urging him to cum on her tits -- as she had apparently done for Sebastian. "Um, I'm going to get changed for bed."

"Okay, honey."

In the crisp outside air, Miles changed into his thermal underwear. Inside the tent, Hannah wondered what would've happened if he hadn't swooped in and scared off Sebastian. Her "no" to the kiss wasn't exactly firm. As disgusted as she was by Sebastian, she wondered why she felt an affinity to him, to tiptoe close to the edge with him. It wasn't simply retribution for her husband's behavior.

Today had been nothing but important questions left unanswered. But maybe, Hannah realized, she had the rare chance to answer a critical one right now. She looked at her covered body under her sleeping bag. It had been hours since her son had seen any hint of her curves. But he did just hear me talk about being naked and letting a guy jizz on me, she thought.

Delicately, Hannah moved in her sleeping bag and unzipped the window flap on her end of the tent. She looked out into the dark. At first, she saw nothing but her son's silhouette hunched over against the star-laden sky. She watched him replace his shirt before pushing down his shorts. Then, out of his shorts, like an impressionist painting, the outline of an erect cock stood in the foreground.

Of course, Hannah sighed to herself. It wasn't a scientific test, but it was now fairly obvious her son was aroused by her -- not simply her body. As Miles's feet crunched around the tent, Hannah quickly zipped the window and pretended to read on her phone.

When Miles was settled inside his bag, he announced from the other end of the tent, "I'm hittin' the hay. 'Night, Mom."

"Me, too. Sleep well."

----

Hannah lay on her back, letting her shoulders sink into her sleeping pad as she closed her eyes. Miles, on the other hand, was under an unzipped sleeping bag, having no intention of going to sleep.

She might do it again, he thought. She's not drunk, but maybe she's turned on enough from her book and flirting with Sebastian that her body will do it when she's asleep?

In Miles's mind, he had drawn a line between being opportunistic and being immoral. If he forced his mom into him while she was asleep, it was wrong. If her body chose to come onto his pad again, though, then that was her decision.

After watching his mom sleep for long enough, Miles softly unzipped his window flap. Like last night, the cool night breeze began displacing the human-generated warmth. He studied his mom's outline, hoping for a reaction.

Miles, however, wasn't the only clever member of his family.

He fucking opened the window again, Hannah breathed. Call it mother's intuition, but Hannah suspected Miles had somehow facilitated his "lucky break" the night before. Asking him questions would never lead anywhere. She knew the only real proof would be catching him red-handed.

An open window flap wasn't a smoking gun. His unzipped sleeping bag and window were red flags, though. But, Hannah thought, those are both things he'd do if he were too hot.

Minutes passed. And the tent was quiet. The only sounds came from the light tumbling of leaves outside.

As the cold seeped into Hannah's sleeping bag, she began debating whether to react. If all of this is part of some scheme, he wants you to get cold and react naturally, Hannah reasoned. But if you brush him first -- even accidentally -- you'll give him the benefit of the doubt and he'll say he was just reacting. Don't fuck this up.

Theatrically, Hannah stretched her arm out of her warm sleeping bag and let it flop down.

Fuck! Miles panicked when the hand hit his shin. He was then relieved when his mom drew her arm back to her side, still asleep. She wasn't kidding about hitting people in her sleep, Miles realized. The erect son grew more excited -- His mom had just slept through a hard, physical sensation.

Hannah now knew where her son's body was. She could shuffle toward him without risking first contact. With a sigh, she rolled onto her side, facing away from her son.

Miles's heart quickened and the corners of his mouth dried. She was reacting the way he had hoped.

Nervously, Hannah slowly brought her knees to her chest and pushed her butt out. Her glutes guided her nylon sleeping bag to the side, and she felt her bottom cheek slide across the divot between the sleeping pads. The mother's pulse was rapid and there was an uneasiness in her stomach. She feared her son would fail the test.

Hannah's butt came to a rest an inch away from the side of Miles's sleeping bag. In her life, she had used her ass as a lure several times to great effect. But this was one instance where the man taking the bait would be a bad thing.

Lying there, on her side, in the dark... It was surreal and mind-warping for Hannah to be waiting in this position. She believed her son was still awake, but she couldn't be sure. If he rolls over, you can catch him in the act, she thought.

But what Hannah felt next wasn't her son's weight turning over in his bag. Instead, she felt a delicate tapping on her upper butt cheek. It was her son's finger.

"Mom. Mom." Miles's whisper filled the tent. It grew louder. "Mom. Mom?"

He's testing to see if you're awake... Or he could be trying to wake you? Hannah thought. She stayed still, and it was difficult to breathe slowly when she was bordering on screaming. She questioned what her son would try next or when he would attempt it. All of a sudden, his sleeping bag crinkled and Hannah's eyes shot open. She exhaled silently, as the tip of her son's erection pressed into the side of her sleeping bag.

For an agonizing minute, Hannah waited. Miles hadn't moved at all since making contact. Did he get comfortable and decide to drift off to sleep this way? Hannah planned on busting him, but it was hard to do if he wasn't even moving.

That soon changed. But not in the way Hannah expected. Huh...

He had pulled his body away. His hips had slid back on his pad and stayed away. Maybe he just wanted a taste without risking long-term exposure?

But, seconds later, she felt his cocktip applying light pressure through her sleeping bag against her ass again. Again, he held it still for a minute and then pulled away.

You little shit... Hannah thought. When it dawned on her, she almost admired her son's cleverness. HE was baiting HER. Miles had her cold and "asleep," and his groin was now the best space heater in the tent.

Why her son wanted to lure her farther into his sleeping space, Hannah didn't know. He had access to her butt where it was now. Hannah knew she could bust him, but the human instinct to get to the bottom of a mystery prevented her from speaking up just yet. What was his game?

The worst-case scenario was Hannah would end up in the same position she did the night before. If so, she could simply roll out of it -- either pretending to turn in her sleep or, more preferably, by confronting him. Either way, the risk was small.

So, curiously, the mother played along. She reacted as she would naturally in her sleep. She arched her spine and slid backward until she felt resistance.

Holy fuck, dude, it's happening again! You fucking did it. Miles celebrated as he watched and listened to his mom search for his warm body in the dark. Her nylon bag stretched tightly around her curved ass as it protruded more into his sleeping space. Miles couldn't wait any longer.

Hannah struggled not to squirm while her son took advantage of the minimal pressure she had applied to his groin. She felt herself become the little spoon to his larger body, as his muscular quads leaned into her angled back. She could feel the entire length of his hard shaft cozying up to her ass.

Her logical brain was telling her to sit up and catch him red-handed. But she wanted to chase the mysterious thread. It was virtually impossible to stop him before uncovering his plan.

Miles, though, had no master plan. He had only thought as far as opening the window. Everything else he was making up as he went along. All he wanted was to enjoy his mom in any way and every way possible without waking her.

Sensing her son's cock on her ass was stressful. Hannah knew her breathing was far from that of a sleeping person's. Just relax, she thought. You know you can end it whenever you need to. It doesn't matter what he's doing right now. It doesn't matter what he does next. Because you can stop him.

Hannah relaxed her muscles. Allowing her butt and body to settle into her son's frame was strange, but it did help her feel less anxious. She was able to breathe better.

Although, Miles seemed intent on testing her stress levels. Spooning his mom was incredible, but tonight he was feeling more lewd than romantic.

There was a new finger tap against Hannah's butt. Miles, if I were awake, you'd know it by now, Hannah thought, sarcastically. She then felt another tap, which was more of a poke or jab. Still, she held steady.

She's deep asleep... And her body doesn't care... Miles's brain was on fire. He was no longer thinking straight, he was only thinking of his dream. He worked up the courage to try something he wanted ever since he caught his mom's ass in his hands. He wanted to flex his cock against her.

Hannah's eyes flew open in the dark, but she quickly closed them. No fucking way! Her glutes twitched from the erection jabbing her muscle and fat. I can't believe he risked doing that. I can't believe he fucking did it while I slept!

Emboldened by his mom's stillness, Miles went for the wonderful, sexy experience again. He flexed harder.

Hannah's mouth opened in bewilderment. Was this her son's end goal or merely the beginning?

In the cold air, Miles was sweating from his brow. Hot blood coursed through his damp body and his brain bathed in hormonal chemicals. Dude, she's not gonna wake up, he told himself.

Hannah knew men. She knew her horny son would test his luck again. But that insight didn't change how nerve-racking this was. It was like waiting for a viper to strike.

OOOF! Hannah suddenly jolted forward. She tensed up before landing back down against her son's cock, prepared for him to use his hip muscles again. As her firm ass grazed his bulge, she felt him instinctively flex into her. Reflexively, her butt loosened and tightened again, acknowledging it.

Miles gyrated his hips and rubbed his hardon across her ass.

Woah... Hannah breathed. She never expected a move so bold. Miles was either working on "settling in"... Or he was masturbating. Hannah thought, He wouldn't dare...

But before she knew it, a soft crinkling filled the tent and her son was gone. She no longer sensed his body behind her. Hannah thought, He's playing that bait game again. He already can put his entire dick on me, what the hell else does he want me to move back for?

Rather than draw out the game, Hannah slid deeper into her son's sleeping area. Soon she was halfway onto her son's open sleeping bag, but he wasn't there. What the hell?

It was then when Hannah heard a soft metallic noise by her head. Then she felt a rush of cold air on her moist back. The mother clenched her eyes shut to avoid opening them in a panic. She knew what her son was doing, but she didn't want to believe it. The unzipping stopped once her ass and upper thighs were exposed to the incoming breeze.

Without even bothering to tap test with his fingers, Miles returned to his spooning position. He marveled at how far back his mom had moved. It was like she was in bed with him.

If he's doing what I think, he's never gonna see the light of day again, Hannah bit. She was prepared to roll over at any moment. Her son was trying to masturbate on her, and she had proof beyond a reasonable doubt. She was going to ruin his night -- and likely many other days as well.

Blissfully unaware, Miles pushed his throbbing erection into his mom's butt. "Ahhh," he moaned softly. Only two thin layers of soft underwear separated his cockhead from his mom's perfect flesh.

For the first time, Hannah felt more than the pressure and general shape of her son's dick on her ass. She now felt the heat, pulsation, rigidity, and defined sculpting of his cock. The experienced wife and mother didn't like her son's odds of restraining himself.

Oh, man. Oh, man! Miles rubbed and circulated his dick. He savored the pleasure, warmth, and intimacy he had been missing due to the sleeping bag. The tissue of his mom's butt cheeks seemed to mold around his shaft as he slowly gyrated. Each time he slipped inside the valley of her crack he felt a change in heat and sweat.

Hannah let her son continue on a short leash. She realized he'd likely fly too close to the sun, but for now, he still had time to calm himself down and settle in. He wasn't going nearly hard enough to get off.

Pretending to be asleep became a greater and greater challenge. Her son's speed and motion increased. His breathing grew louder and his applied force bolder. Hannah always told herself horny men couldn't be trusted. She knew it went double for young men, whose cocks were even more eager.

Once she began to rock nonstop, Hannah ran out of excuses for her child. You idiot, she cursed herself. She needed a complete answer, and she had found one. Hannah had been willing to let him get away with a lot... A LOT. She gave him every chance to avoid her having to confront him and permanently change their relationship. But using her body to masturbate was far beyond the line.

Fuck, Hannah cringed, this is gonna suck. She prepared to roll over, knowing it was time. Still, she stayed on her side. Give him one last chance, Hannah thought, because once you "wake up" there's no turning back. Nothing will ever be the same again.

The friction and power continued to the point where Miles was undeniably grinding on her. Hannah began a thirty-second countdown to roll over. But as Hannah got to twelve seconds, Miles, seeking more leverage and contact, placed his hand on the top of her thigh.

Are you fucking kidding me?! Hannah couldn't believe it. The beauty of her "just roll over" plan was that all she had to do was hazily roll onto her back and open her eyes. She could pretend she had just woken up and caught him. But now, with him holding her leg, there was no way she could roll over believably. And now that she thought about it, with how she was breathing, there was no fucking way she could sound like she had just woken up.

Hannah imagined what her husband would say if he came back to the tent and saw this. She wondered if Miles would even stop for that. I don't think so...Be it paranoia or coincidence, Hannah swore voices were approaching from the distance. Shit! A wave of terror shot from Hannah's ankles through her thighs and to her neck. She was terrified by her son's desire. She was terrified over missing her chance to bust him. She was terrified by how their relationship would change moving forward. And she was terrified by her husband and his friends coming back to the tents.

Oh, god... The walls of the tent closed in. Breathing was difficult and it was even harder to think. She didn't know what to do, but her body seemed to decide for her.

The sweat on Miles's forehead ran down his eyebrows. His groin was damp and his hands were trembling. "Ohhh," he gently grunted again and again. When his mom's thick butt suddenly pushed back into his erection and flexed, he nearly lost his load. Oh fuck, that's nice! Miles responded by bucking his hips forward while he grinded.

Hannah knew she had already let her son get too far along. That much was clear. And she sensed her husband coming back. Ironically, the safest solution to her mess was to let her son finish as quickly as possible. Hannah flexed her ass again, giving him the pressure he needed. He's already doing fucking doing it, she reasoned. Stopping him now won't undo anything... It'd just leave him in a crazy state.

The voices outside sharpened. They were not a figment of imagination. The echoing on rocks and trees made it impossible to tell how far away they were. But they were there.

Inside the tent, Hannah could smell, hear, and feel how hard her son was working to get off. The mother had been in a position like this enough times to know Miles could only make so much progress by himself. She flexed again. This time, however, she didn't release. She held her position and slowly wiggled her ass into Miles's cock.

The challenge for Hannah was timing her rhythm and skilled movements while pretending to be deep in slumber -- while in reverse position. Not that Miles noticed the nuances of his mom's performance. He was simply spellbound by the intensely sexual experience of his mom grinding into him. He gripped her thigh harder and delivered a series of forceful thrusts.

She's grinding too, Miles laughed to himself... Now if she wakes up, you can just say you were sleep-grinding like she was. Still, Miles tried not to be jarring enough to wake her.

I can't fucking believe I'm doing this for him... Hannah gritted her teeth. Only her shoulders and feet were in her sleeping bag. The rest of her body was in her son's. As the voices outside grew louder, Hannah rubbed and wiggled more against her son's cock. Any day now, Miles...

Miles whimpered and groaned softly. He wanted to cum so fucking bad. And to add to his lucky night, his mom was now squeezing his hand on her thigh, giving him an even firmer hold. She began rubbing so strongly that Miles had to fight back with equal force to avoid being driven into the tent wall.

It had been over two minutes since Hannah had joined in, and even with leveraging her feet and legs, she couldn't provide enough force or circumference of movement. All the while, Miles was only doing as much as he could "without waking" her.

Ugh! The voices were clear enough where Hannah could hear her husband and friends stumble close to camp. She was frustrated and nervous.

Miles was lost in his mind, precariously trying to masturbate. There were no voices outside or any life outside of the tent. He was more turned on than he had ever been in his life, and he craved sweet relief -- followed by the safety of being off of his mom's ass for the night. C'mon, dude! She's even rubbing it for you.

"You're never going to finish like that. You have to go faster."

Time stopped. Miles froze. His mind went blank. He stared into the void of darkness.

In an exasperated tone, Hannah briskly added, "Let's go. Fucking hurry up."

"Wait. What?" Miles breathed loudly. He wasn't sure if he was hallucinating.

"Oh my god..." Hannah shook her head. She patronizingly reached behind her, took both of her son's wrists, and placed them on the sides of her waist. "Your dad's coming back. Just do what you need to do already."

This can't be real, the son thought. He was hesitant. He had no idea what was going on, and he couldn't think straight. He bucked cautiously into her ass once, testing her reaction. His mom dug her ass into his lap much harder and wiggled her hips welcomingly.

"Let's fucking go, Miles. I'm not playing around. You have thirty seconds."

He had no idea how this was happening, but he desirously went for it. Miles started grinding and smearing his cock in the same way he had been -- but without limitations. The harder he thrust and rubbed, the more his mom reciprocated. "I- I don't think I can go any faster than I was," he panted.

"Why not?"

Miles said bluntly, "I think I'm gonna cum."

Hannah lifted her head from her pillow. She, too, was panting. "What do you mean? You're afraid to cum? What the hell else would you be doing this for?"

"I, umm..." Miles had dreamed of cumming against his mom earlier, but now she was conscious of it, he was intimidated and unsure of himself. He was afraid of somehow doing it wrong. "I..."

Hannah slammed her hand down in angst. She scream-whispered, "I don't care, Miles! There's no time. You're horny and you need to cum. Just do it. Go faster!"

Miles was in a fever. He pulled his mom's waist into his body as tight as he could and grinded fiercely. Her body felt sturdy in his hands, and the soft underwear helped his flesh glide over her round cheeks. The reverse position was unnatural, but it didn't change how intensely Miles exerted himself. "Almost there," he panted. His mom's ass was making a meal of his hard cock.

Hannah jolted and rocked on her side. Her son's hands were gripping and repositioning every few seconds, seeking that extra ounce of pressure, and she did her best to adjust her movements and hold her rhythm. She could tell it was working. She could hear it in his grunts. "C'mon. You can do it. Hurry."

When her son's hands locked up in hers and his body began to spasm, Hannah exhausted her energy supply with one final burst of deep gyrations against her son's heavy shaft. The hard cock twitched.

"Ahhhhh!!!" Miles bit into his sleeping bag to muffle his moans. "Uuuumppphhhh!"

Hannah was wide awake and dead still as she felt her son throb and pump, with his beating cockhead wedged in her buttcrack. Through the two layers of delicate fabric, Hannah felt the ropes of cum fire at her ass before gathering in a hot puddle in her son's underwear.

Miles gasped for air, but he had to continue rubbing. There was still some of his dense load waiting in his balls and he desperately needed to get it out.

The long orgasm wasn't a surprise to Hannah. With how pent up her son had to be, of course tapping him out wouldn't be simple. Quickly, she squeezed her glutes and began deliberately rubbing her ass up and down her son's cumming cock. She could feel him spurt again into the mushy puddle while he moaned. When his hand finally slipped from her waist and crinkled behind her, Hannah knew Miles had truly finished.

There was a brief quiet, filled with heavy breathing. It was over, and Hannah had no interest in having a conversation. She rolled off of her son and kicked her way onto her sleeping pad. She was sweating, she could hear him panting, but she knew they were both ready to sleep. She emotionlessly ordered, "Zip up my sleeping bag three-quarters of the way. Leave the window open."

Holy shit... Miles was spinning, and it dawned on him that his mom had been awake for some time. He did as she asked. He zipped his window and her sleeping bag. Then he used the soft, damp inside of his sleeping bag to wipe off his dick and underwear. Looking at the back of his mom's head, Miles couldn't tell if she was annoyed, angry, relaxed, or what. "Uh... Thanks, Mom. Goodnight."

In a neutral tone, Hannah replied, "Zip up your sleeping bag a little and turn the other way. Goodnight."

A few minutes later, Ken climbed into the tent. Even though Hannah had no business falling asleep, her exhaustion overcame her churning thoughts.

11 *****

When Miles woke up, he was alone in the tent. His parents were already out and active.

The chatter around the campfire was louder and more charged, as tonight was the night of the comet. The mom and son barely acknowledged each other over breakfast. Hannah didn't know what to say -- as talking about how hard it is to wash dried cum from her thermal underwear didn't seem like a great conversation starter.

As everyone finished eating and started heading back to their respective tents, Hannah was ready to speak to her son.

Just by looking at her posture, Miles knew she wanted to speak to him. "Hey," he swallowed. Uncertainty and embarrassment choked his voice. He saw the way his mom wore a cute tank and fresh shorts, but he stopped himself from staring.

Admirably, Hannah asked her son with grace, "What were you thinking?" She watched her son's head fall and his frustrated fingers tug on his wavy hair.

"I don't know. I just wanted to sleep that way with you again, and then... Yeah, I guess I let my hormones take over."

"Why did that happen?" Hannah was direct but not judgmental. After her supporting role last night, how could she be?

"Well..." Miles huffed, "I was really scared but I couldn't stop. You're really attractive and I can't stop my mind and body from acting that way around you. I..." Miles shook his head then politely turned the tables. "Why did you let it happen?"

Hannah expected he'd ask, and she was prepared to answer. "I had a theory that you had... "helped things along" the other night. And I wanted to find out if it was true. Obviously, I didn't think my plan through all the way -- I ended up just escalating everything. And by the time I realized what you were doing with me, I heard your dad coming back. So, I had to choose between letting you finish quickly or risk letting you sleep next to me all night, blue-balled, with your dad in the tent."

"I tried to go as long as I could without saying anything," Hannah added.

"Oh." Miles didn't know how to respond. He was still confused about how she had let him go so far. He shook his head, and with a hint of smartness, the son tried to lighten the mood. "Well, I'm glad you helped me finish. Thank you."

Hannah opened her mouth and then cocked her head. Really, that's it? No more questions? She thought. Her son looked content and satisfied with the short talk, and Hannah was relieved. She embraced her son's return to joking around like normal -- well, more or less. She smiled back. "You're welcome. Consider it a thank you gift for looking out for me last night."

Miles chuckled, and Hannah slipped away to help gather the gear.

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The day of hiking began with a rigorous ascent up a ridge, followed by a gradual downward slope into a luscious, green valley. After a water break, Miles and Hannah found themselves hiking next to each other again.

Hannah was cognizant of his eyes. Her black tank top and shorts complemented her skin tone. And back when she was climbing ahead of him on the steep ridge, she didn't need to turn around to know Miles was ogling her ass the whole time. In light of everything that had happened, it was innocent and negligible behavior.

"So... Was your book last night really about a woman murdering her husband's boss on a hiking trip?"

"Hmm?" Hannah blinked. It was the first time either of them had spoken since camp. "Oh," she shook her head. "Hah! I honestly don't know. It could be. I'm only on page twenty-seven."

Soon, the mom and son were back to talking effortlessly.

After more than an hour of her son eyeing her chest and face, Hannah decided she earned the right to ask him a question. While his staring didn't make her uncomfortable, she recognized her question could make him rather so. But, for some reason, Hannah felt confident. She trusted Miles to be open and forthcoming. "So, I have to know... When did you first start viewing me sexually? Has it been a year or two? Or is it from back when you hit puberty? Or what?"

"Uhh..." Miles chuckled. He blushed from the freedom and acceptance he felt from his mom's question, as well as because of his answer. "It's only been two days."

"Hmm? No, no," Hannah smiled. "Not when you first tried to do something sexual with me, I mean when you first got 'that feeling' inside you when looking at me."

"Yeah, two days. It was when you slipped on that rock and I caught you," Miles said. "I always knew you were beautiful, but I didn't, like, you know... have a reaction to it until then."

Hannah stopped marching and stammered. "Wha... Wow..." His answer had fazed her. "That's... surprising." Hearing her son call her beautiful made her lips curl, but she was mainly astonished. "I never would've guessed that. I expected it would've been ingrained in you for a long time. Definitely unique." She shook her head.

Miles became nervous. With a downcast voice, he asked, "Do you think I'm weird for it? Like, for having that sexual feeling?" His mom huffed and mused with her cheeks.

Oh boy... Hannah scratched her head. She knew his feelings were perfectly normal, but she was afraid of opening Pandora's box by normalizing them. As a mother, though, she had an obligation to do what was best for her son. And she knew invalidating his attraction would have far worse consequences. "Uh, no. I don't think it's weird. It's natural for you to feel this way. It's one of those things where, as a parent, you know and accept it as -- or should know -- it's a possibility. Still... You never expect it to happen to you."

"Really?" Miles exhaled. "It's natural? Why? Why do people say it's an embarrassing taboo, then? And you knew this could happen?"

"It's-" The box was slowly folding open. "It's- umm. It is considered taboo. But, yeah, it's common." Hannah uncharacteristically stumbled over her words. "I don't know why it's natural, per se. I just- A lot of people out there have, or have had, that attraction. And when you're a parent, if you do a little research, you'd know your son or daughter could possibly have those feelings. So... No, you shouldn't think you're weird for it."

Call it a strange suspicion, but Miles had enough confidence to boldly ask, "Did you feel that way toward Pop?"

Hannah stuttered on her step. She looked up at her son. Maybe it was how interested he was in her answer? Or maybe it was because she had found peace in opening up to him yesterday? Either way, Hannah was willing to confide in him. "I did."

Miles's jaw dropped and his eyes were like saucers. He didn't know what to do with the information.

Hannah was equally as surprised. It was the first time she had ever told anyone. It was her darkest secret, and now that it was released, it seemed so trivial. She felt light and free. Years of pent-up frustration seemed to evaporate in an instant.

Hannah looked at Miles and saw his stunned admiration. Her secret, which had been like an animal locked deep inside her -- embarrassing, degrading, and eating her for all these years -- now felt like a validated and interesting part of who she was. With a proudly guilty smile, she confirmed, "Yeah, I did feel that way about him when I was younger."

"Woah! Seriously?" For Miles, it was the best news possible.

"Yep!" Hannah nodded.

"Did you ever do anything with him?"

As she walked briskly down the trail, Hannah waffled her head and raised her eyebrows. "Nope. Not really."

"Oh. Why not?"

Good question, Hannah thought, heart-stricken. "Because he never made a move. It's always easier for the guy to make the move. Just look at how easy you had it. You were only interested in me for two days," Hannah shook her head. "My dad had years to work with... and he never tried. He either never figured it out that I wanted him, or he just wasn't interested in his daughter."

jeez... Miles picked at his dirty fingers. He felt sorry for his mom. "I get how guys can make women respond faster. Like, the first night in the tent, I made that happen by myself. But last night... That couldn't have happened if you didn't help me out. I mean, we wouldn't have done any of that," he admitted. "Did you ever try helping out Pop, like giving him a chance to do something with you? Like you did for me?"

"Oh, hell, yes!" Hannah chuckled and scoffed at the sky. "Back in high school, I used to let him 'accidentally' catch me in bras around the house. I'd sit close to him on the couch. And I'd let him find my thongs in his suitcases when he went away on business -- due to 'laundry mistakes'. Believe me, I tried a lot of tactics."

Miles was amazed at the risks she had taken, and how she was fine talking about them. "Do you still wish you could hook up with him?"

"Umm... I'm not interested anymore. He's gettin' up there, hah! But," Hannah shrugged and spoke candidly, "I think it would've been a lot of fun for both of us, for many years. I know he would have loved it. Maybe it would've kept us closer."

"I think he would've loved it, too," Miles flirted.

Hannah dismissed him with a playful shake of the head.

"So, what about Nan?"

"Hmm? What about her?"

"Like, what was supposed to happen with her in your dream scenario with Pop?"

Hannah became perplexed. "Honestly, I never thought about it. I guess I always thought, He's my dad, how is it cheating? I was already his, you know? We all lived together, so it's not like she had to go anywhere."

"Huh," Miles listened and tugged his sweaty shirt from his abs. The fact that his mom had tried to seduce and fuck her dad was driving him up the wall. "Is there anything you wish you did differently to get him to hook up with you?"

"Why?" Hannah peered skeptically at him. "Are you trying to glean ideas?"

"No, no. I was just curious," Miles held up his hands, defensively. "I don't think me walking around in a bra and thong will get me anywhere."

"You're probably right," Hannah laughed into the trees. It was surreal how cool she was about her son's attraction. These should have been landmine topics, but her words flowed smoothly, and she was easily connecting with him through their shared experience.

"It must have sucked -- having to go all those years with nothing happening. I wish it had worked out for you."

"Thank you. And, yeah, no kidding." Hannah watched her brown boots meet the gray dirt. And she began to unpack more of emotional baggage. "I can say, I coped with it the best I could. I really did. I masturbated to a lot of daddy-daughter porn. I read erotic stories about it. I kept photos of him. I did all sorts of things."

Hannah looked up to her side and could see in Miles's eyes he was dying to hear more. Exercising her past demons was therapeutic beyond belief, and her son was proving to be a great listener. So, Hannah shared her more sensational secrets. "I even struck up a relationship with my Uncle Bruce, my dad's brother. That was the craziest thing I did."

"WHAT?" Miles halted. His face twitched like his brain was about to explode. He could barely process what his mom had just said. She had to be pranking him.

His response caused Hannah to beam with pride. She was delighted by his acceptance. "Yep." She nodded with her round face. "He looked a lot like my dad. And, being his brother, he was the next best thing. Back when I was at UNH, I was home one weekend -- I think Labor Day weekend -- and I noticed him checking me out at the family barbeque. So, I gave him the telephone number to reach me in my dorm."

"Just like that?!" Miles exclaimed. "You told him to call you for sex?"

"Noooo. No, no, no," Hannah snickered. "My uncle was staring at me. That's not a guarantee he wanted to bang me. Besides, even if he wanted to, it didn't mean he could go through with having sex with his brother's daughter. I think I just told him, since he lived close to campus we should talk more. I figured if he was interested, things would take their natural course.""What happened next?"

"He called me the day I got back to campus," Hannah burst out laughing. Miles joined her. "As it turned out, all I had to do was say a couple of flirty things during the phone call and he invited me over for dinner that weekend."

"That's nuts." Miles hid his erection in his mesh shorts. He was looking at his mom much differently, and it only increased his arousal. He teased her, "Why don't you still see him?"

"Not surprisingly, a fifty-year-old guy, who tried to get his nineteen-year-old niece 'wine drunk' to sleep with her, ended up making some poor life decisions. He bottomed out somewhere out West."

"Eeek..." That wasn't the glamorous reason Miles had hoped for. "Honestly, he sounds like a creep. Did he ever do anything, like..."

"Oh, no. He never did anything bad to me. He was just kind of a deadbeat. I knew that. He had this crummy, one-bedroom apartment in the suburbs. He cleaned it when I came over, which I appreciated," Hannah jokingly defended. "Looking back on it, yeah, the wine thing was disturbing. But at the time I thought it was funny."

"Oh, I see. And why was him trying to 'wine you up' for sex funny?"

"Well... One, I had a poor taste in men back then. And two, I was there to seduce and have sex with him. I guess it was funny to me because he didn't even need the wine."

"You were on a mission, hah! Was he good in bed?" Being able to ask a question like that felt like a new superpower for Miles.

"Oh, umm..." Hannah reflected, trying not to think about whether it was appropriate to answer or not. "At some things yes, some things no. We hooked up almost every weekend for a while, so, yeah, he got a lot better. I think it had more to do with him looking like my dad, to be honest."

In her mind, Hannah went back to her dormitory room during her sophomore year of college. The electric feeling she had inside her was unforgettable, as she got ready to visit her Uncle Bruce's apartment for the first time. It was Saturday, and he had invited her over for dinner earlier in the week. Given the countless rejections and missed opportunities she had endured with her father, Hannah was determined not to let this, the ultimate consolation prize, slip through her fingers.

She had spent all day meticulously applying makeup, brushing her dark gold hair, and settling on a cute wardrobe. She rolled the dice by going braless in an olive green, knitted tank top. The cropped tank hugged her skin and left her tan stomach and most of her chest uncovered. With her high-cut jean shorts, she wore white Adidas sneakers and a black choker necklace. Hannah's attire was beyond inappropriate for a dinner at her uncle's apartment, and she wanted him to know it.

The metal door to room 4B was dented and worn, befitting the sketchy apartment building. When Hannah knocked and her Uncle Bruce opened the door, he jolted and stammered. Hannah hugged him for a long time before he invited her inside. As the niece ran her eyes over the shag carpeting and wood paneling of the sparse and stained one-bedroom apartment, she swooned over how cool it was that he had his own apartment. She flirted that women had to like coming over since he always had the place to himself.

Bruce then asked Hannah if she was ready for dinner. He served a plate of entirely pre-made food from the grocery store -- which was probably for the best. There was no kitchen table. They sat on barstools and ate at the counter. Their general conversation, and even some snippets of dialogue, were forever imprinted in Hannah's memory.

"So... Did ya tell your parents you were comin' to visit me? They know you came here?"

That question was clearly important to her uncle. Hannah shrugged. "I never tell my parents what I'm up to when I'm away at school. So, no, they don't know I'm here."

"Oh. Say, do you want any wine with your meal? I got a new bottle."

Hannah turned him down. And then again another one or two times. She mentioned how wine made her feel dull, and she liked feeling high-energy.

"You look beautiful tonight, Hannah," Bruce complimented. He quickly justified, "It's my job as an uncle to tell my niece what a beautiful young lady she's turnin' into. I feel bad for not sayin' somethin' when you came in."

"Aww, thank you. I'm flattered!" Hannah felt goosebumps. "I don't know if it's my job as a niece to tell you, but you're getting more handsome with age, too."

"Jeez, I sure hope so," her uncle blushed. "Is that, um, that number you're wearing there... Is that what ya usually wear every day? The boys on campus would be crazy not to be chasin' you."

He was captivated by her appearance, and Hannah was excited her gamble had paid off. She smiled. "Believe it or not, I don't dress like this on campus. I bought this top at the mall this week after you invited me over."

"Kaahhk!" Bruce choked and coughed on a mouthful of food. It was one of the proudest moments of Hannah's life. "'Scuse me. Um. You're sayin' you bought that shirt to wear to dinner? With me...?" He was equally aroused and confused. "Or you mean ya happened onto it in the store and just chose to wear it?"

His horny eyes inspired Hannah to invent a fascinating tale. "Yeah, I bought it for our dinner tonight. Like... Okay... I know this might seem weird... But last year, whenever I went with friends to bars off-campus, I noticed how men over forty wanted sex, but they'd never take me out on dates. And I also realized I always cooked for guys I was dating, but they'd never do it for me. Basically, my dating life has been unfair in a bunch of ways, haha! Anyway... So, I promised myself that if a guy over forty ever asked me out, or if a guy ever cooked for me, I'd wear something more... exciting, I guess?" she lured. "Now, I know you're my uncle and you never said this was a date... But since, technically, this is the first time an older guy has asked me to dinner... and also the first time a guy cooked for me... I thought it'd be funny to honor the promise I made. And, obviously, I had some good 'dating an older guy' tops and some good 'guy cooking for me' tops. But I guess I have a weird sense of humor, haha! I decided I needed an 'older guy cooking me dinner' top."

Her uncle's response was muttered under his shallow breath and impossible to hear. As dinner wound down, Hannah asked him, "So, did you have anything else planned for the evening?"

"Well, I only thought about dinner... But don't feel the need to rush out of here," he assured. "You've only been here for half an hour. You drove all this way, right? Maybe, ya know, we can go out and do something together? You said you're already dressed for a date..." He chuckled to play off his joke, which was no joke.

Of everything Hannah said that night, she remembered saying verbatim, "True, I planned on visiting for at least a couple of hours. Going out with you seems like a lot of fun, but, honestly, I don't think it would be appropriate for me to walk around in public dressed like this, heh. We should just stay in and find something to do together."

The uncle's grizzled face was beet red, and he offered a tour of the apartment. The two-minute "tour" started in the bathroom, where Hannah complimented the "cozy" shower, then it went to the living room, where they had just eaten, and it ended in the bedroom, where Hannah acknowledged the bare walls.

She was about to rib her uncle over his lack of decor, but then she noticed small thumbtack holes in the wood paneling. She meandered through the small room and peeked into her uncle's closet, where she found a stache of hastily rolled-up posters.

"Hey, don't touch those. Those aren't-"

Ignoring her uncle, Hannah started unraveling the collection of Playboy and adult film posters on the lumpy mattress. She asked her deflated uncle, "Did you take all of these down just because I was coming over?"

"Yes," he sank, frigidly.

"You definitely shouldn't have done that."

"Wha- No? Why? You don't mind posters like them?"

A nineteen-year-old Hannah quickly invented another narrative. "Uncle Bruce, can I tell you a secret? But you have to promise to keep it between us and not tell my parents," she blushed. After he nodded steadily, Hannah claimed, "I've always wanted to be on a sexy magazine cover or on a poster like these. The idea of posing, and teasing, and being worshipped on some guy's wall... It's kind of a cool dream of mine." She remembered the effect her words had on her uncle.

"Jeez, that's -- Really? You should model for Playboy, then. I think you'd get in," he encouraged. "Please don't tell your parents I said that," he belly laughed.

"You can chill. I'm not gonna tattle on my uncle. Besides, we should be able to speak honestly with each other." Hannah unrolled the rest of the posters. "Do you really think Playboy is the way to go? These posters look like they're a lot more fun to make. They make the Playboy ones look a little vanilla."

"Really?" He watched her study the adult film posters. "Well, uh... jeez, Hannah, just so you know, those posters can get a little crazy. Just look at these. Some chicks wear lingerie. Some do full nudity. Some are even havin' sex. You'd have a lot to think about," he nervously laughed.

Her uncle seemed to be caught between flirting and fearing the moral boundary. Hannah thought it was hot. "Well, what girl doesn't love lingerie? Haha! But I don't see the point of making a poster like this and not doing full nudity." She pointed at a nude model in a sexy pose. "I envision doing something like that."

"That one!? Yeah, that there's a great one. You'd really do one like that, though? She's topless."

"Uh... Maybe? I mean, you're the expert. I imagine a poster being worthy of a wall like this," Hannah teased. She then described her vision, which was her describing the nude model on the DVD box of a daddy-daughter film she owned. "I'm thinking of a pose where I'm nude on a bed. And I'm on my knees -- kind of sitting on my heels. And I'm sideways to the camera, so I can stick my butt and chest out a little, but my face is turned square to the camera. And my hands are, like, up in my hair like hers are."

Her uncle was proving to be much more malleable than her dad. "That would be- Yeah, you should do one like that, for sure." He was mesmerized, gawking at her.

"Yeah? You think?!" Hannah perked up. But as soon as she smiled, her excitement fell. "I'll probably have to wait, though. I wanna do it, but I wanna make sure I nail it, you know? A professional photographer would be a little expensive for me right now. And some creepy volunteer from campus probably won't understand my vision."

"Ohhh, man," her uncle exhaled. "Shit, hah! Too bad I can't do it for ya. I know the look you're goin' for. And you would've gotten it for free!"

"Oh yeah! And then you'd get the poster, too!" Hannah grinned. "Why can't you do it for me?" She never forgot how her uncle's face turned to stone.

He shook his head like he had to be missing something obvious. "Well, Hannah... You're my big brother's daughter. You don't think it'd be strange if I took your naked picture and hung it up on my wall?"

"Why would it be weird? We're both adults. We're making art together. And I think we can make an amazing poster."

Her uncle stared at the wall desperately. He exuded arousal and eagerness, but he had to believe there was a misunderstanding somewhere. "Hannah, um- " he waved at the posters on his bed, "to be frank, I bought all them cuz they're my favorite women to... you know... rub off to. They're for sex ideas, not really 'artsy' reasons."

Hannah's heart pounded in her chest. "I know why you have them, Uncle Bruce. I want to make a poster that's so fucking hot that literally every guy who sees it will need to stop and jerk off to it. I just thought if I made it more artsy, it would stand out even more. But you're the collector and you're my uncle, so I should probably trust your opinion more than anyone else's. If my vision won't be sexy enough for a wall like yours then tell me what I need to do to make sure you'll wanna cum to it constantly," Hannah giggled and subtly trembled. "I'm open to anything you suggest."

Her Uncle Bruce was nearing a heart attack. "So, uh... You'd be open to anything you see on these posters? You'd be fine shootin' anything from them? Literally anything? Right here? With me?"

Hannah gazed over each poster. "Mm-hmm. I want to leave my comfort zone."

He hesitated and scratched his beard. "And you'd never tell anyone else about this? I don't wanna get in trouble with your parents."

By then, her uncle's erection was bulging in his jeans, and Hannah was having fun in control. She rolled her eyes. "Listen. We both know I'm going to get naked in here. And we both know you're going to take my photo. So, you might as well just tell me how we can make your dream poster."

"That. There." Bruce threw his finger at an adult film print. The actress was gripping a cock with one hand, and there was cum running down her chin. "If we, uh... If you do what she's doin' in there, but do it in the pose you talked about -- that'd be the sexiest thing you could do."

"Holy shit! That's so fucking dirty, haha! I'm in if you are!" Hannah gasped and squeezed her hands. "So, uh... What do you think would be the best way to make me look like her?"

"Well..." her uncle was shaking in his shoes, "there are plenty of ways to do that. But, uh, in that video there -- and in all the other hottest ones I've seen, which is what ya said you wanted -- the actress made her face look like that by using her, uh... by using her mouth. So, if you're truly settled on bein' as real and sexy as ya can, you'd have to be able to manage to give some head."

"Really...?" Hannah's pussy flooded. A bashful, vindicated smile formed as she tugged at her fingers. "Well, I think I can definitely manage to do that." She then watched her uncle's fascination as she lifted her top over her head, revealing her big boobs. "Fuck, Uncle Bruce, haha! This is hot! Go get your camera. And take your cock out already! Jesus, if you're gonna make me this horny, you better fuck me."

That last line was the other statement Hannah remembered down to the letter. Every other exchange was close to real, or simply how Hannah chose to remember it after all these years. She often wondered what happened to the dozens of posters she and her uncle had made together and pinned to his wall during their time together.

Miles could only imagine how his mom seduced her uncle that night. "Every weekend seems like a lot to hook up. Was he upset when you stopped seeing him?"

"Yeah, he was. But he understood. He gave me his Nikon as a thank you gift."

"He gave you a camera? That's an interesting break-up gift, hah. Weren't those really expensive back then? You must have rocked his world."

"I would certainly say so," Hannah matter-of-factly agreed. She then noticed that the white, sleeveless tee Miles was wearing was not the same shirt he had on during breakfast. Was he thinking if he showed off his muscles, I would just fawn all over him? Hannah thought, mockingly. That was exactly what Miles had been thinking.

"So, how did you go from banging your uncle to marrying dad in just a few years?" Still, Miles couldn't wrap his head around how his parents were together. He was hoping his mom would share more now.

Hannah took a heavy step down from a boulder and sighed. "I was going down a bad path. Junior year, I found my Uncle Bruce passed out drunk alone in his apartment. I had to stay the weekend to watch out for him. I got caught cheating on a test and nearly got expelled because I couldn't study for it. I just needed to get the hell away from that entire way of life. I had this shitty, shitty, SHITTY taste in men. It was getting ridiculous. All the guys who gave me that sexual thrill... They never understood me as a person. Plus, they were also always either unstable, or classic jerks or they weren't truly interested in me. Uncle Bruce, my dad, this professor I was banging freshman year, and now Sebastian. Ugh. So, I decided it was time to find a nice, stable guy and settle down. I had to stop chasing the thrill that kept getting me into trouble."