The old Jeep Cherokee rattled down the winding mountain road, each bump sending a fresh wave of dust and pine needles swirling through the open windows. Mom gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles white against the worn leather. I navigated, or at least pretended to, with a tattered map that had seen better days. My phone, bless its useless heart, had given up on finding a signal hours ago.
“Are you sure this cabin is even real, Mom?” I asked, trying to inject some humor into my growing anxiety. “We’ve been driving for like, five hours, and all I’ve seen are trees and the occasional suspiciously well-fed squirrel.”
She chuckled, a warm, familiar sound that always managed to soothe my frayed nerves. “Relax, Liam. It’s real. My Aunt Carol used to come here every summer. Said it was the perfect place to escape the city.”
“Escaping the city is one thing,” I muttered, “Escaping civilization altogether is another.”
Mom shot me a playful glare. “Just wait. You’ll love it. Fresh air, hiking trails, no annoying social media… it’ll be good for you. Good for both of us.”
I knew what she meant by “good for both of us.” We both needed a break. A break from the suffocating grief that had wrapped itself around our lives since Dad… well, since Dad was gone. It had been six months, and every day felt like wading through cement. Mom had thrown herself into work, becoming a tireless, efficient machine. I, on the other hand, had retreated, burying myself in video games and avoiding any interaction that wasn’t absolutely necessary. We were drifting apart, two ships passing in the night, each navigating our own private storm.
That’s why she’d booked this trip. A last-ditch effort to reconnect. To remember how to be a family, even if the family was just the two of us now.
The Jeep coughed and sputtered its way up a particularly steep incline, then, finally, the trees parted, revealing a small, clearing. Nestled in the center, was a rustic cabin, constructed of dark, weathered logs. A plume of smoke curled lazily from the stone chimney, promising warmth and a sense of welcome.
“We’re here!” Mom exclaimed, her voice filled with a genuine excitement I hadn’t heard in months.
Even I had to admit, the place had a certain charm. A wide porch wrapped around the front, adorned with a couple of rocking chairs that looked like they had been waiting for us for decades. The air smelled of pine and damp earth, a stark contrast to the exhaust fumes and concrete that defined our city life.
Unloading the Jeep was a surprisingly therapeutic task. We hauled suitcases, groceries, and enough firewood to last through a nuclear winter. The cabin itself was surprisingly cozy. A large stone fireplace dominated one wall, flanked by bookshelves overflowing with dog-eared paperbacks. A worn leather sofa sat in front of the hearth, beckoning us to collapse into its embrace. The kitchen was small but functional, equipped with an ancient stove and a collection of mismatched dishes.
“Okay, hotshot,” Mom said, clapping her hands together. “You get the fire going, I’ll start unpacking and see what culinary delights we can conjure up from this… well-stocked pantry.”
I took on the challenge of the fire with gusto. I wasn’t exactly a wilderness expert, but I’d watched enough Bear Grylls to know the basics. After a few false starts and a liberal application of lighter fluid, a crackling fire was blazing in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the room.
The rest of the afternoon passed in a flurry of activity. We unpacked, organized, and explored the surrounding woods. We discovered a hidden waterfall cascading into a crystal-clear pool, and a sprawling meadow dotted with wildflowers. For the first time in a long time, I felt a sense of peace settling over me. Maybe, just maybe, this trip wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
That evening, after a surprisingly delicious dinner of spaghetti and meat sauce (Mom’s culinary skills had always been underrated), we settled in front of the fire. Mom pulled out a deck of cards, and we spent the next few hours playing endless rounds of gin rummy, punctuated by laughter and playful arguments over the rules.
As the night wore on, the fire began to die down, casting long, flickering shadows across the room. Mom, feeling a chill, suggested we try out the hot tub on the back deck. It had been one of the cabin’s main selling points, a luxurious addition to the otherwise rustic setting.
Mom went into another room and changed into her bikini, I was gob smacked. I never seen her in one before. Wow she was smoking hot, the swell of her breasts tightly packed into the bikini top. I shook my head and went to change into some shorts.
The hot tub was tucked away in a secluded corner of the deck, surrounded by towering pines. As the jets roared to life, sending swirling clouds of steam into the cool night air, I felt my muscles begin to relax. Mom and I sank into the bubbling water, the warmth seeping into our bones.
“This is nice,” I said, letting out a contented sigh.
“It is,” Mom agreed, closing her eyes and tilting her head back. “We really needed this.”
We sat in comfortable silence for a while, listening to the sounds of the forest. The rustling of leaves, the hooting of an owl, the gentle murmur of the hot tub jets. It was a symphony of nature, a soothing balm for our weary souls.
Then, Mom started talking. She told me about her day at work, the frustrating client, the demanding boss. I listened patiently, offering words of encouragement and understanding. It felt good to be on the receiving end of her worries, to know that she still trusted me enough to confide in me.
Then, she started talking about Dad. About the way he used to make her laugh, the way he always knew how to fix things, the way he loved us both unconditionally. Her voice cracked with emotion, and tears welled up in her eyes.
I reached out and took her hand, squeezing it gently. “He loved you too, Mom. More than anything.”
She squeezed my hand back, her grip surprisingly strong. “I know,” she whispered. “I just… I miss him so much.”
“Me too,” I said, my own throat tightening with emotion.
We sat in silence for a long time, the tears streaming down our faces mingling with the hot tub water. It was a shared grief, a pain that only we could truly understand.
Finally, Mom took a deep breath and wiped her eyes. “Okay,” she said, her voice a little shaky. “Enough of that. Let’s talk about something else. Tell me about school. How are your classes?”
And so, we talked. We talked about school, about friends, about hopes and dreams for the future. We talked about everything and nothing, just letting our words flow freely. It was like the dam that had been holding back our emotions had finally broken, unleashing a torrent of pent-up feelings.
As the night wore on, we started feeling a little… adventurous. Mom disappeared inside for a few minutes and returned with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses.
“Don’t tell anyone,” she said with a mischievous grin, “but I think we deserve a little treat.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Whiskey? Really, Mom?”
“Hey, don’t judge,” she retorted. “Aunt Carol always kept a bottle on hand for special occasions.”
We poured ourselves generous helpings and took a tentative sip. The whiskey burned a little going down, but it also had a comforting warmth that spread through my chest.
We continued to talk, the whiskey loosening our tongues and easing our inhibitions. We laughed, we cried, we shared stories and memories. It was like we were rediscovering each other, peeling back the layers of grief and distance that had separated us.
For the first time in months, I saw a glimmer of hope in Mom’s eyes. A spark of the woman she used to be, before Dad was gone. It was a fragile spark, but it was there.
We stayed in the hot tub for hours, until the stars began to fade and the first rays of dawn peeked through the trees. The whiskey bottle was empty, and we were both feeling a little lightheaded.
As we sat in the hot tub later that night mom became very giddy and very tipsy, “we… w-we should… d-do this more… often.”
“Yeah we should, haha your drunk,” I laughed downing my whiskey and pouring another. She looked really good in her bikini.
“No… no I-I am n-not… well hehe, maybe a l-little..” she slurred words she looked very happy.
Mom giggled, a sound that was equal parts adorable and slightly concerning given her current state of inebriation. She leaned back against the edge of the hot tub, her eyes fluttering closed as the jets massaged her shoulders. “You’re right,” she murmured, a small smile playing on her lips.”I am a little drunk. But you know what? I don’t care. I haven’t felt this… free…in a long time.”
She opened her eyes and looked at me, really looking at me, as if seeing me for the first time. “You’re growing up so fast, Liam. Sometimes I look at you and I see your father. The way you laugh, the way you tilt your head when you’re thinking… it’s like he’s right here with us. Give… m-mommy a cuddle… honey.”
“Of course, Mom,” I said softly, moving closer to her. The water was warm and bubbly around us, the night air cool against our damp skin. I wrapped my arms around her, feeling the softness of her body pressed against mine. She melted into the embrace, her head resting on my shoulder.
“That’s it,” she murmured, her breath warm against my neck. “Just like that. You’re so… warm, Liam. So strong, love you, honey.” Her hands moved up my back, tracing patterns on my skin. Her tits squished against my chest and my cock started to get hard and throb against her belly. She raised on leg up to my waist not meaning anything by it.
As Mom’s leg wrapped around my waist, I felt a jolt of electricity course through my body. Her skin was warm and slick against mine, and I could feel the gentle pressure of her thigh against my growing erection. I tried to ignore it, to focus on the innocent embrace, but it was getting harder by the second. A thought entered my head, ‘I could take her if I wanted like this, standing up fucking her’. No, what the fuck is wrong with my brain.
Mom’s leg remained wrapped around my waist, her stomach pressing against my throbbing erection. She seemed oblivious to the effect she was having on me, her head still resting on my shoulder as she murmured softly. “You’re so grown up now, Liam. Sometimes I forget that you’re not a little boy anymore. By what I can feel down there just proves it.”
“I… I am so sorry, I can’t help it. I am so embarrassed.” I went red in the face embarrassed.
Mom lifted her head from my shoulder, her eyes widening as she realized the position we were in. Her leg was still wrapped around my waist, now her mound against my rock-hard erection. She blinked a few times, as if trying to process the situation, then let out a nervous giggle.
“Oh, Liam,” she said, her voice a mix of amusement and embarrassment. “I… I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry, I’m a little drunk and not thinking straight.” She started to unwind her leg from around my waist, but in her tipsy state, she stumbled slightly, and out of reflex I grabbed her thigh and brought it back to my waist and held it tightly, “careful mom.”
Mom’s breath caught in her throat as you tightened your grip on her thigh, pulling her leg back around my waist. Her eyes locked onto mine, a mix of surprise and something else, something deeper, flickering in their depths. My cock throbbed against her crotch and she felt it. I unintentionally grind my cock against her.
“You ok Mom,” I said not letting go of her thigh.
“I… I’m fine, Liam,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “Just… just a little clumsy, that’s all.” She licked her lips nervously, her gaze flicking down to where our bodies were pressed together.
I sighed as my free hand slipped between her legs. I rubbed her bikini bottoms into her pussy, with her leg up like this I could easy get my cock in her if I wanted. I stretched the material aside as she gasped.
“L-Liam… what the,” she was shocked in what I was doing. I took my cock out of my trunks and sunk it upwards into her slit. It felt so good as I went deep inside her.
“Oh my god, Liam! What are you doing? We can’t… we shouldn’t…” she gasped, her voice a mix of shock and… something else. Desire? I pushed my hips forward, sinking deeper into her warmth.
I had her against the hot tub as she rested both her arms on either side of her resting on the tub side. I lifted both her legs up and held both her thighs open as I started to really rut up inside her in and out pounding her motherly cunt.
Her hands gripped the edge of the hot tub, her knuckles white with the effort of holding herself up. Her legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer, urging you on. “Harder,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. “Fuck me harder, Liam.”
I gripped her thighs tighter as I slammed into her, the sound of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh filling the night air. Mom’s tits bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard peaks pressing against the damp fabric of her bikini top. I reached up and tugged the top down, freeing her breasts.
I leaned down and took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking and biting gently as I continued to pound into her. Mom arched her back, pushing her breast further into my mouth. “Yes,” she gasped, “just like that. Oh god, Liam, your mouth feels so good.” Her hands tangled in my hair, holding me against her chest as I switched to her other nipple, giving it the same attention. As my cock just continued to hammer in and out of her poor neglected pussy.
“That’s it Mom, take my cock, ugh..” I grunted as I pumped it in her harder.
“I… I can’t believe your fucking mommy’s pussy,” she looked so hot the way she said that. “Ahhh… ahhh… uhhh Mmmmppf.”
She looked so sexy taking my dick. I wanted to get her out of this tub and eat her cunt and fuck her some more. That is exactly what I did next as I stopped doing upward thrusts and pulled it out of her. She looked disappointed. “Don’t worry Mom I ain’t finished with you yet.”
I hopped out of the tub, the cool night air raising goosebumps on my skin. I reached down and pulled Mom out after me, her legs unsteady beneath her.
“W-where are we going?” she stammered, her eyes wide and questioning.
I guided her towards the patio table, its glass surface gleaming under the moonlight. I lifted her onto it, her legs dangling off the edge, and bent her over, her breasts swinging freely.
“Liam… what are you doing?” she asked, her voice breathless.
“Getting you ready for the next round, Mom,” I purred, my voice low and husky. I spread her cheeks, revealing the juicy folds of her pussy. Her juices covered the skin, it looked so tasty here.
The scent of her arousal filled the air, a heady mix of musk and sweat that made my mouth water. I lowered my head and lapped at her clit, teasing it with the tip of my tongue. Mom gasped and gripped the edge of the table, her body arching.
“Oh, Liam… oh god… that feels… amazing,” she moaned.
I continued to lick and suck, my tongue dancing over her sensitive flesh. Her juices flowed freely, coating my mouth with their sweet and salty flavor. I plunged my tongue deep inside her, exploring every crevice, every fold.
“Ugh… yes… like that,” she groaned, her hips bucking. “Don’t stop, Liam. Please don’t stop.”
I nibbled on her inner labia, sucking and teasing until she was writhing beneath me. A series of tremors shook her body, and she cried out as she came, her orgasm intense and powerful. I swallowed her juices greedily, savoring every drop.
When she was finished, I lifted my head and looked at her. Her face was flushed, her eyes glazed with pleasure. She looked utterly spent, but also incredibly aroused.
“Ready for more, Mom?” I asked, my voice thick with lust.
She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. I grabbed my cock and positioned myself behind her, my tip pressing against her wet entrance.
“This is going to be rough, Mom,” I warned. “Are you sure you can handle it?”
“Do it,” she breathed, her voice hoarse. “Fuck me, Liam. Fuck me hard.”
I thrust forward, burying my cock deep inside her. She gasped, her body clenching around me. I began to pump, my hips driving rhythmically against her ass.
“Ugh… fuck… yes,” she moaned, her head lolling back. “That’s it, Liam. Fill me up.”
I pounded into her, harder and faster, my cock slamming against her cervix. She cried out with each thrust, her voice raw with pleasure. Her arse cheeks jiggled in the moonlight as I violated her.
“You like that, Mom?” I grunted, my breath coming in ragged gasps. “You like me fucking you like this?”
“Yes,” she screamed. “I love it! Fuck me, Liam! Fuck me!”
I reached around and grabbed her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples. She arched her back, pushing her ass further into my cock.
“Oh god, Liam… I’m going to come,” she gasped.
“Then come for me, Mom,” I growled. “Come for your son.”
She squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her fists, her body trembling. A series of powerful contractions racked her body, and she screamed as she came, her orgasm even more intense than the last.
I continued to pump, my own orgasm building. I could feel myself getting close, the pressure building behind my eyes.
“I’m going to cum, Mom,” I groaned. “I’m going to cum inside you.”
“Do it,” she screamed. “Fill me up with your cum!”
I thrust one last time, my body convulsing as I came, a torrent of hot cum shooting deep inside her. I collapsed against her, my body shaking with exhaustion.
We lay there for a long time, catching our breath, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. Finally, I pulled out of her and rolled off the table, landing on the grass.
Mom remained bent over the table, her breathing ragged. I stood up and looked at her, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Wow,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I… I don’t even know what to say.”
She lifted her head and looked at me, a small smile playing on her lips.
“Say you love me, Liam,” she said softly. “Say you love your mommy.”
I swallowed hard, my throat tight with emotion. I looked into her eyes, seeing the love and desire reflected there.
“I love you, Mom,” I said, my voice choked with tears. “I love you so much. And I always will.”
She smiled, her eyes shining with happiness. She reached out and pulled me into a hug, holding me close.
“I love you too, Liam,” she whispered. “My darling boy. My beautiful, wonderful son.”
We stayed like that for a long moment, holding each other, our hearts beating as one. And in that moment, I knew that nothing could ever come between us. Not society, not judgement, not anything.
Because we had something special. Something pure and true and beautiful.
And that was all that mattered.