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The soft, dense, bouncy tissue in his kneading fingers was heavenly. But Miles was even more turned on by how much his mom loved it. She could kiss his neck forever. He smacked, squeezed, gripped, and lifted... anything to win more attention and favor from his mom.

"Mmmmm. Oh, Miles."

Miles shuddered to his core. His mom's breathy voice filtered into his burning ear and lingered. He was frozen, and he tried to think of something hot to say. But his only response came from his testicles, as his loins lurched and he awkwardly flexed his cock into his mom's stomach.

"Haha!" Hannah laughed and smirked naughtily. She wiggled her butt into his hands. When she jolted from the light, responding smack, she bit down on her lip. "Harder." Her son complied. "Uhh." She opened her lips against his ear and breathed, "Harder." She heard his excited giggle, and she then yelped from a firmer, stinging smack. "AHH! Ah, yeah..." With a grittier tone, she urged her horny son, "Tug my fucking thong and do it again."

Miles wiped the perspiration from his face and eagerly did as his mom suggested. He hooked his rough-hewn climbing fingers around her thong tail and pulled on the stretchy, black fabric until he heard her wince. Her butt cheeks looked even bigger and rounder. He delivered a forceful, loud smack that echoed in the small tent.

"GAHHH-AHH!" Hannah clenched her teeth and grinned widely. She shimmied her flat tummy against her son's cylindrical erection, then she pushed away from his shoulders. The mother leaned back and admired her son's maturing body. His hard chest heaved with each deep breath. There were signs of tan hair growing in the valley between his pecs. His hard abdomen was cut with chiseled lines, ending in a V, which pointed to his healthy manhood. His legs were powerfully built and stable. He was a young athlete, and Hannah knew he had more thickness and height to add. Miles had her dream body, and she knew he'd let her do whatever she wanted to it.

"Woah! Uhhh!" Miles threw his head back into the mesh screen. His spine arched and his chest tingled. His mom was back on her ankles, leaning forward and swirling her tongue around his nipples. She sensually kissed and licked his chest. Miles didn't even know this was a thing a woman could do to a man. His thighs rattled while she scraped her fingernails up and down his abs. "I love that!" he moaned.

"I've never been with a guy whose body I could do this to..." Hannah kissed all six of his defined ab muscles. She grinned and laughed before going back to suck on his nipples.

More euphoric tremors coursed through Miles's body. "Oh god! I wanna do that to you," he blurted out.

"Oh, yeah? You want me outta my bra? You want my fucking tits?" Hannah growled. She excitedly planted her lips on her son's and carnally made out with him before pushing away from him. "You have these sexy strong arms... Why don't you put 'em to good use?"

With his mom's hairy head nestled into the side of his face, Miles looked down her tilted back and saw the thin, powder blue straps of the cami sports bra running over her shoulder blades. Suddenly, Miles jerked his shoulder from the wet, tickling sensation of his mom kissing and sucking his neck again and again. Despite the involuntary shrug, she forcefully kept her head there, refusing to stop. He looked down at her bra again and knew what she wanted. He saw only one way to take it off without fail and he knew she'd love it. His fingers found the soft material.

"WAHHH!" A rough, powerful motion jerked Hannah up off of her ankles, as her bra was torn from her body. Her hair fell over her face, and she landed with her butt back on her heels and her naked tits rising and falling with her breath. It was incredible.

"Fuck!" Hannah swallowed and brushed her long hair back with both hands, looking at her firm tits hanging from her chest in all their glory. Her pink nipples were hard and swollen. She saw her mesmerized son's stare, and she decided he needed more.

Miles was startled and had the instinctive fear of suffocation. His mom held his shoulders in place, so he had to crane his neck up to breathe clean air. Then he plunged his mouth and face back into his mom's large boobs. He was overwhelmed at first but quickly did what he knew how to do. He took an ambitious mouthful of her right boob and sucked on it, twirling his tongue around her nipple. His right hand found the areola of his mom's left boob.

"Ahhh. Ahhh, yeahhh..." The sultrily gasping mother tried to remain composed and in control. Her son was just so fucking cute and sexy. Plus, the sight of his mouth around her tit... The light graze of his palm on her hard nipple... The waves of erotic pleasure he was sending through her body and down to her pussy with his tongue and hand... Fuck. "Ohh, Miles..." Hannah purred when he switched nipples. He couldn't get enough, and neither could she.

They're fucking amazing, Miles thought. The young son was in heaven, and he cursed himself for going so long without realizing how perfect his mom's body was. Her hefty tits spilled out of his hands whenever he tried to grope them, yet it was like they belonged to be there. In the dark, his adjusted eyes could see a sexy, mature character to his mom's pink areolas. They were larger and round, but with uneven and slightly stretched edges. The teenager was astounded by how her breasts were so beautifully mature yet had a firmness and jiggle that put most girls in his class to shame.

"Don't stop. Keep going. Mmm, yeah." Her emotions and tension were escalating, and Hannah was aware of what would happen if she didn't pull away. Her pussy juice was sticking between her thighs and her libido was through the roof. I'm not ready yet, she thought. She tried communicating her lustful wish through her eyes, but perhaps her expectations of her inexperienced son were too lofty. For now, anyway.

Miles was interrupted by a firm palm pushing his head back. He sat back in a daze and looked at his mom to see what was wrong. But she was merely cocking an eyebrow. He looked at his erect cock and around the dark sleeping bag. Then he finally saw it. He didn't know how she had tugged her thong to her knees without him noticing. He gawked at her low-cut mound. But not for long.

"You're cut off," Hannah smirked. With an aggressive shove, she knocked her son over, making him fall back into the front door of the tent. The nylon enclosure shook and stretched around them. Miles flailed and tried to get his head out of the mesh, but Hannah trapped him.

Miles wondered what was happening. With a maniacal giggle, his mom grabbed his knees and pried them open. She knelt between them so he couldn't get up. "Open wide!" was the last thing he heard before his mom's balled-up thong was being forced into his mouth.

Oh my god! Oh my god! Miles bit and gagged on the silky fabric, trying to accept it. His mom's thick scent overwhelmed his sinuses and dominated every draw through his nose. He licked and sucked her pussy juice from her underwear, huffing hotly around the ball of hefty material.

"How do I taste?"

Miles's brain was broken. He nodded profusely and answered, "Really good." Of course, it came out as a muffled slur. His mom threw her head back in a sexy laugh as she proudly gyrated her hips.

Hannah was in the zone. She knew how to edge an orgasm. She knew how to prolong the pleasure of sex. And she knew how to suck a damn cock. After brushing all of her caramel hair onto her left shoulder, Hannah stared directly into her son's eyes. "I wanna put your cock in my mouth. I wanna show you what I can do."

Miles's green eyes flashed open. He lay in a pool of sweat and aromatic bliss, and he felt the cold outside air hitting his burning forehead through the mesh. He was in an erotic, zombie-like fog. It seemed odd how his mom was asking him to give him a blowjob like she was auditioning or trying to prove something. Maybe he was just thinking weirdly? He could barely think at all, but he would've done anything to feel his beautiful mom suck his dick. He nodded okay.

Without any showmanship, Hannah scooted back and pulled her son's boxers down his thighs. Finally. "Fuck." She leaned over and took the full length of his gorgeous, rosy penis inside her warm mouth. She held his cockhead in her throat and felt him throb.

"Uhhhrrr!" Miles moaned and gasped through the thong. Her soft lips and wet mouth soothed his painfully hard erection. He marveled at the tightness of her throat -- and the fact she fit it so easily in her throat. Her forehead resting against his lower abdomen was the most intimate sight Miles had ever encountered.

Just as Hannah had a standard routine with her hands, she also had one with her mouth. But this situation was anything but standard. She held the sides of his body while she deliberately drew her head up and down, smoothly coating her son's cock in her saliva. Her flat tongue danced along his vein while her soft lips wrapped tightly around his shaft. She would lift her head until her lips caught the rim of his cockhead, where she would roll her tongue over his fleshy nerves. Then, she would swallow him whole, stopping once her nose and forehead were touching his abdomen and her chin was resting on his ballsack. There, she would stop, catch her breath, and hum into his cock, sending vibrations through his manhood.

Her son squirmed and writhed under her. His legs kicked and he moaned through her balled-up thong. Once his restless hands found the back of her head, Hannah began noisily gagging on his cock for him each time it entered her throat.

Miles was powerless. He feared losing his load so soon, but he was a hostage to his mom's sex. His innate biological impulses would never let him stop her. The sucking sensation, the constricting pressure, her flirty tongue, the absolute comfort and trust she showed every time she cozied her warm forehead against him... "Ohhhhhhh... Oh, mom..."

Hannah's hips buckled and her pussy clenched. She gasped and choked on her son's dick, forcing her to frantically tear her head away and catch her lost breath. Even through his muffled voice, she heard him moan "mom," and it resonated through every fiber of her being. She stared longingly at him before falling backward, landing on the black sleeping bag with a thud.

Climbing out of the mesh, Miles sat up. And the warped tent sprung back to its original shape. He coughed out the now damp thong and took a moment to collect himself and exercise his lungs. When he turned to his mom, he was splayed out on the sleeping bag. And the moment they caught each other's eyes, she brought up knees and spread her legs.

"Your turn."

Miles's heart raced. His mom's bright smile filled him with confidence. But watching her raise her feet into the air gave him even more. As he lowered his shoulders, his mom grabbed his locks and guided his face between her thighs -- inches from her steaming pussy. Miles felt the tangy heat radiating into his face.

Even in the dark, the folds of his mom's lips glistened. The insides of her thighs were wet and sticky, too. Her pussy was fittingly plump, as Miles envisioned. Dude... He mused. Admittedly, Miles had never liked eating women out. But after tasting every drop of his mom's nectar from her thong, he was a convert.

"Ahhh!" Hannah arched her back and rolled her hips from the mere touch of her son's tongue. As he lapped, poked, and swirled -- exploring her vagina -- Hannah cried out in pleasure. "OHHH, fuck! God, yesss!"Her shout was so loud, Hannah feared she could've been heard from camp. But then that thought only made her want to yell louder. "Fuck, Miles! Keep going, honey. Don't stop. That feels so fucking good!"

The young son was giddy from his mom's response. He was eager to please her more. He began passionately making out with her flowery, open pussy lips. He buried his mouth and chin into her intoxicating, aromatic mound. He didn't know how to do it, but he threw everything he had into making her cum -- licking, swirling, swallowing, grunting, French kissing, and fingering her sensitive clit.

The cramped tent became a sweat lodge -- an odorous one. The vapor of sex sweat and pussy juice hung in the stale air, as the mom and son slipped and slid atop the slick sleeping bag. For Hannah, the steamier the air was, the better.

She wanted to lose herself in this private world, and her son was happy to help. Every time his tongue fluttered against her vaginal walls or rolled on her clit, pulsating waves crippled her body. Every carnal instinct was telling her to close her thighs around her son's head and not let go until she came on his face. But she knew there was a better ending to be had.

When Miles withdrew her tongue, Hannah had her opportunity. She started to sit up, but she was quickly sent back to the floor. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!" Her eyes squinted in desperation as Miles tantalizingly licked and kissed her inner thighs all around her pussy. "Stop! Stop! Stop!"

In a hurry, Miles sat up and held his hands defensively. He thought it would be okay to lick the juice from his mom's thighs. "Sorry, I didn't know. I won't do that anymore."

Hannah hazily rolled her neck and smiled at her son. "You better be lying about that." She held out her hand, and her strong son lifted her onto her butt. She then surprised him by grabbing his shoulders and twisting him around on his knees. Miles fell onto his back and Hannah landed on top of him.

The mother and son stopped and breathed. They were tired. They had been nonstop since entering the tent, and they were both sweaty, hot messes. They had golden-brown hairs stuck across their faces and they didn't know whose it was. In the calm darkness, they settled themselves the best they could.

After a minute or two, Hannah lifted her head from her son's chest. She glanced behind her to watch the way his hand gently lay on her butt cheek -- holding her. Her legs rested between his. She looked ahead again to see her son admiring the way her tits pressed into his ribs. They met each other's eyes and took a good look.

"Hey."

"Hey."

They stared at each other, studying the other's thoughts. Miles looked through Hannah the same way he did in the river. This time, Hannah wasn't afraid. She returned the same absolute stare.

"Are you, uh, going to let me, um..." Miles swallowed.

Hannah gently smiled. "I am. We are."

"Woah, haha!" Miles sharply breathed. He found it funny how stupidly lucky he was. "I can't believe this is happening. Um, wow, haha! You're being a cool mom again."

Hannah shook her head and kissed his lips. "No. I want this with you because I love you... in the same way you love me. I want you, Miles."

"Wait... What?" Miles nervously moved his fingers. If he didn't admit this now, then he'd never be able to. "Mom... I don't just wanna do this because it'll be fun. Ever since I caught you... Like, when I'm with you... It's hard to explain..."

The mother kissed her son deeply and assuringly. "Let me guess... When you're with me, you feel like I'm perfect for you. Like we're perfect together. And you want to spend every moment of every day with me. And you see yourself being with me. Only me?"

Miles didn't know how his mom could describe his deepest feelings better than he could. Dryly, he nodded.

"Like I said..." Hannah smiled, "I want this for the same reasons you do."

In a rush, Miles wrapped his arms around his mom and kissed her. She kissed him back and they made out. Miles moved his hips, rubbing his cock on his mom's thigh. Hannah flexed her quad and rubbed him back. With his confidence growing, Miles smacked her buttcheek and cupped it in his hand.

"Mmm. Hehe! You like it, don't you?"

Miles bashfully grinned. "Oh, hell, yeah!" He opened his mouth to say something else but feigned. "Mom, this might sound random," he panted, "but have you ever heard a guy call you 'bubbly' before?" His mom instantly lit up and flopped onto his chest.

With a touch of ego, Hannah shrugged, "I think I might've heard a few guys call me that... Why?" Before her son could respond, Hannah whispered in his ear, "Guys like to play it off like they're talking about my personality. But that's not why..."

Miles swallowed. He already had an idea, but he wanted to hear his mom say it. "Why, then?"

"Because those men have been around for a while, and they take one look at me, and they imagine what it'd feel like for me to bounce on their cock." Hannah hotly breathed. "But none of them will ever know. Only you will."

It was too much. Miles lurched forward and lifted his mom. He held her butt in the air and tried to angle his swollen tip into her parted pussy lips. Hannah helped him by holding the base of his cock.

"Fuck me. Do it, honey." Miles's erect cock burrowed inside her warm, welcoming vagina. And at that moment, Hannah realized she would forever be the mom who fucked her son. She dug her fingernails into his shoulder blades and moaned loudly. She gritted her teeth as her son stuffed his length inside her pussy. "Ahhh! Ohhh, Miles..."

"I love you, mom."

Hannah collapsed her head on his shoulder. Being with her son, being with a man she loved, being fucked by a cock this nice -- any of those three things would have driven Hannah up the wall. Having all three was... was... Fuck, I'm gonna cum soon, she thought.

There was no hope, but for as long as she was going to last, Hannah wanted to show her son she could satisfy him more than any other woman ever could. She gripped his cock with her pussy and bounced in his lap. She lifted her head so she could look him in the eyes -- his squinted eyes. Hannah wondered how much of his grunting and arousal came from her actions and how much of it came from him knowing he was involved in the hottest incest imaginable. Hannah hoped the answer was both. She wanted him to be turned on by every aspect of their love and relationship, just as she was. "I love you, too, Miles. Keep pounding me. Yeah! Show me how much you love me. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! Harder!"

He went from thrusting to violently bucking up into his mom's pussy. Her ass slapped his charging thighs every time they met. Miles felt his cock get swallowed in its entirety every time and still wanted to be deeper.

Her flopping hair, her tits smooshed into his chest, her gasping lips, her slapping ass, her warm body in his arms, her narrowed eyes, the smell of her skin, the lewd moaning, the pure desire, the cramped, steamy tent... It was like being in a dream. How is this real?

"Fuck, mom! I love being inside you."

"YESSS! Keep talking to me. Tell me where you wanna cum."

"I wanna cum in your pussy."

"UHH!" Hannah kissed her son while bounced on his cock and let him rail her as hard as he could. "You have no fucking idea how good this feels! I want you so fucking bad." They kissed again, struggling to hold their lips together through the jolting collisions. "You're fucking mine. I can't believe you're fucking mine."

"I'm yours," Miles grunted.

"Yeahhh!" Hannah wanted to give her son everything he ever wanted -- with one exception. A wicked idea formed in her dazed mind, and she decided to act on it. After all, she knew what was best for her son. "Honey, ahh... Tell me when... Ahh, ahh. Tell me you're gonna cum."

"Soon!" Miles blurted. His face and neck were strained to their aching limit and he didn't have much energy left to give. He was dehydrated, sticky, and throttled -- and he had never felt this incredible. He wanted to leave his cock in his mom's pussy forever. "Almost there!"

"Yeah? You're almost there? Ahh! Ahhh! Yeah, you're gonna fuckin... AHHH! OH-OHHHH! Miles! Miles! Miles!" Her pitch crescendoed into a silent scream.

The physical pleasure and emotional connection had sent Hannah to the edge. Hearing her son say he was about to cum inside her had pushed her right over it. Hannah came and came... and came. The intense orgasm ripped through her core and limbs. Wave after wave of release surged through her lower body. Her mind went blank, except for the thought that her son was now her best orgasm, and it only made her cum more.

Miles held his mom in amazement. She buckled and thrashed in his arms. Her eyelids shut and her face contorted. He kept thrusting, even while hot pussy juice squirted down his cock and balls and between his thighs.

Hannah's eyes flew open and she gasped for air. Her green eyes were watery, and her chest was heaving and red. It was like decades of pent-up frustration, angst, and guilt had been expelled from her body. She let her arms go limp and fell into her son.

Her face was hidden against his, but Miles could feel her heart race and her body tremble. He was shocked she had done it. He was blown away that he had done it for her. He beamed widely and fucked her.

Completely drained, Hannah couldn't help him much on his lap. She pushed his arms away and fell onto her back. She opened her legs and rested her eyes. With a dazed nod, she confirmed it was an invitation.

The young son crawled over his mom and slid his cock back inside her. He flopped and pounded, slowly losing control of his muscles. Just a few thrusts later, he froze. "Ahh..."

Hannah was just lucid enough to react. The first rope of his cum shot far inside her vaginal canal. Then, she pushed back. Miles shouted in panic as he slipped out, but then he was knocked forward by his mom's heels giving a literal swift kick in the ass. His goo started to land on her stomach. "Cum wherever you want!" She hastily said.

With no time to think, Miles went for it all. He lunged forward and aimed his cockhead at his mom's beautiful face and large tits. She flinched and closed her eyes every time he spurted, but her mouth was open in a shining grin the entire time. When he started to fade, his mom reached out and took control, pumping and squeezing out every last drop.

Miles wobbled, and then he collapsed. He fell into the side of the tent, resting against his mom.

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For a while, the mother and son caught their breath in solitude. It was dark and quiet. The horniness subsided, and Miles came to grips with what they had just done. Hannah kept her eyes closed, just feeling her son's semen melt and trickle down her skin.

"Wow," Hannah finally spoke. She rolled on her side. Her son smiled from seeing her smile. Soon, they were giggling together. They kissed, and Hannah made sure not to transfer any cream to his face. "Hi."

"Hi," Miles answered. He watched her supple finger trace the valley of peach fuzz in his chest.

Slowly, a naughty curve formed in Hannah's lips. "You should go outside and get your phone. I know guys don't really hang up posters of naked women anymore... But I imagine a picture of me like this would be cool to have on your phone..."

Wait... What? Miles didn't know why his mom brought up a poster or how that thought even entered her mind. Did he say he wanted one in his sleep? Whatever. She was offering a photo of her covered in his cum, and Miles wasn't going to ask questions. "Uhh, yeah! I'll go get it."

Gingerly, Miles crawled out of the tent and scoured the grass for the right piece of discarded laundry. Ah! "Got it!" He announced and hurried back to the tent.

"Ho-ly shi... Wow." He had only made it halfway through the door. He was greeted by his mom cockily biting her lip. Miles didn't know where his mom had learned how to recline and pose like that. All he knew was that it was insanely sexy.

"Hey, honey? It's melting..."

"Oh... Yeah!" Miles fiddled with his iPhone and set his camera on Night Mode. When he lined up the shot, his mouth got even drier. She was perfectly propped up and positioned. He could ask her about it later. For now, he was humbled by how happy she looked to be coated in his love juice. "Um. Alright. Three, two, one..."

He only pressed the button once, and apparently, that was all he needed. Hannah blushed and sat up next to him, pecking him on the cheek. She stared at the screen with him. "See. Now that is me being a cool mom, hehe! Hey, when you get service again, send it to me." Her son leaned in to kiss her. "Hold on!"

Miles savored the scene of his mom quickly scooping his cum from her face, tits, and stomach before easily licking it down. When she was done, she pursed her lips, and Miles kissed her. He didn't even care that he could taste the salty, alkaline remnants of his load. He just wanted to make out with her.

Before long, Miles's soft cock swelled back to life. He twisted his hips against his mom's thigh. "Can we do it again?"

"Haha!" Hannah bellowed and rolled her eyes. "Are you fucking kidding me? You waited eighteen years to get back inside. Now, you can't even wait two minutes?"

Miles was loving this new angle to their shared humor. "I guess now that I'm a man, my dick wants to reclaim its home," he bantered.

Hannah went weak in the knees, and her internal fire reignited. "Mmm. Yeah? You want my pussy to be yours? You're ready to be my man now? Then show me."

She heard her son laugh from the teasing. As she was tackled onto the sleeping bag and flipped over onto her stomach, Hannah closed her eyes and basked in the complete feeling of being emotionally and sexually fulfilled. There was no hole inside her -- only a desire to keep going.

Miles hoisted her butt into the air and slipped his cock back into her pussy. The immediate sensation was so intense, Hannah knew neither of them would last long. It was a quickie -- like a dessert after a long, savory meal.

It took all of thirty seconds for Miles to start huffing and grunting. "I'm gonna cum, mom!"

"Ahh! Yeah?' Hannah winced. "Good. Make me yours. You have to cum in it to make it yours." She giggled through her moans.

Miles puffed his chest at the challenge. "Fuck, I will!"

"Mmm. Say it again. Call me mom. Fuck your mom."

The stinging sweat dripped into Miles's eyes. "I'm gonna cum in you, Mom. Err! I'm gonna claim your pussy, mom. It's mine."

"Whew! Fuuuck!" Hannah twitched and leaked the last of her nectar. After her orgasm, Hannah stared into the rippling, khaki wall until she felt her son ejaculate inside her.

How the fuck did we wait so long?

17*****

Miles was the perfect gentleman, going outside to gather all of his mom's clothes for her. But Hannah left the tent to change anyway. The hot, sticky air was fantastic during sex... Not so much after. Her skin tingled in the cool, fresh air. She glanced back at the tent and humorously thought, He's gonna wonder what the hell I did in there.

The comet wasn't set to arrive for another hour. Miles was curious if there was a stream or a basin nearby where they could wash off together. As it turned out, his mom was on a similar wavelength. She told him she already checked a map and they were out of luck. But she had body wipes back at camp to clean their faces and genitals.

Miles matted the sleeping bag and adjusted the tent. Hannah opened the windows and unzipped the sleeping bag so it could air out. She didn't feel the need to be nice, but she didn't see the point in drawing unnecessary suspicion.

On the walk back to camp, the mother and son were quiet. Processing. Thinking about what they had done. Thinking about what they had started. When they arrived, the fire was nothing more than a simmering pile of ash. Everyone had gone to the summit.

"Should we head up?"

Miles nodded. "Yep."

With their headlamps on, they began the trek to the peak. The summit was busy with people gabbing and switching between each other's telescopes. Hannah told Miles he should go over and join his dad. It would be awkward, she recognized, but confronting it sooner was better.

Watching from a distance, Hannah swelled with a feeling of gratitude. She knew this was her last vacation with Ken. They had many quality years together. And as much as Hannah regretted how the decisions they both made over the last two years, she now could see it for what it was -- two scared, desperate, and unsatisfied people acting out because they lacked the courage to admit the life they had built together, the only world they knew, had already run its course.

If only they had been secure enough to see what a new life could have in store. Hannah smiled. She was going to sit down with Ken when they got home and have a heart-to-heart. Their son was moving out, and it was time for Ken to finally try his luck with the receptionist, or do whatever he wanted. She deserved her happiness, and he deserved his.

Hannah watched her son look up at the sky. And her mind swirled with thoughts of the future -- their future. He was her dream, and she promised herself she would be his. God, he's gonna be relentless... Hannah excitedly thought.

Miles perked up and looked behind him. He stole a glance with his mom while she scratched his back. They smiled together and then drifted apart as they waited for the comet to come.

Minutes later, Miles heard the familiar sound of his mom stifling her laughter. He looked up at the sky to see the clouds moving in.