Incest/Taboo A Summer of Renewal for Mom and Me

I sat in my car outside the lawyer's office. I was twenty-five, divorced, unemployed, broke, and homeless. It was June first.

I'd met Becky during my freshman year at college. I'd been an introvert, a very dedicated one. Becky had seen something in me; she'd blown through my armor, and I'd never looked back. She'd been my first at the age of nineteen. I'd known I wasn't hers and didn't care. She'd changed me; I'd become more sociable; hell, I'd even gotten good at flirting. We got married the month after we graduated.

When we'd confirmed -- after two years of trying, tests, etc. -- that Becky was unable to have children, she'd changed; she'd gotten into gambling, and that's how I'd gotten to where I was.

I literally had no options. All our friends had left us because Becky owed all of them money. I had worked for her family company, and they were still in denial, so the divorce was my fault.

I didn't want to call Mom. My dad had been killed just over a year before. She had enough to deal with, but the only other lifeline I could think of was my sister, who was living her own great life on the opposite side of the country.

I punched in the number. Mom answered, and I unloaded. I hadn't told her anything, and I heard her gasp more than once. By the end of my story, I was sobbing, I couldn't help it.

"Go to the lake house," she said in that cool, calm voice I remembered so well. "You will be my guest for the summer. By the fall, you'll have found a new job and be back on track, but for now, enjoy the summer. You haven't been there in years, but nothing has changed."

I paused; I'd be making a huge imposition on my recently widowed mom.

"Rex," she said in a near whisper, her voice wavering, "please, do this for me. I want to go up there, but I can't do it alone."

Day One

Monday, I walked through the gate of Compass Point State Park, in which our two houses had been granted special permission to remain. My grandfather and his brother had built identical houses on the edge of the large lake before the area had been declared a State Park. I glanced over at the office window and noticed a sign there that said they were looking for workers.

I'll cut this short. Since I lived in the park, I got a job as the 'night ranger'- no gun involved, which was fine with me. There would also be some daytime duty in the fire tower. The fire danger was so high that they'd put it back in service. The pay was tiny, and I was incredibly overqualified, but I didn't care; I was on my way back up.

I hadn't been to the house in years. It was only one story but elevated for a better view of the lake. There were two bedrooms, one bathroom, one big room that we called the living room, the kitchen, and the dining room. Granddad and his brother didn't have a lot of money. The place smelled musty, so I opened all the windows and doors. In the second bedroom, the rings and rope were still in the ceiling where a curtain had been strung down the middle. My sister and I had to share it.

A screen porch ran on the back side of the house, with doors to each bedroom. The hinges on both doors were rusty and squeaky. I was oiling the hinges on my door when my phone went off. My mother was calling me.

Mom said she would be there late Tuesday, asking me to make sure the hot water heater was full before turning it on. I'd forgotten that, so I hustled to fill it.

I had to walk up to the gate to meet the Door Dash guy, as the park was closed. The house had WIFI, so I watched a movie and went to bed, remembering to leave my phone on 'Do Not Disturb.'

Day Two

I woke up to the sunrise after the best night's sleep I'd had in a year. I had brought coffee, butter, and bagels with me, and I was on the front deck in my new uniform when a car pulled up to the house next door.

A nuclear family unit poured out: a mom, a dad, a boy, and a girl who looked to be around eighteen or so.

The mom saw me. "Hi, we're the Scanlons. We're renting the place for a few days."

I walked down the stairs; the dad offered his hand. "I'm Hank; this is Aubrey, my wife; our son, Karl; and his younger sister, Beth."

Aubrey spoke up again. "You work here? Is the house a perk?"

I laughed. "Yes and no. I do work here; this is my first day, but the house belongs to our family."

Aubrey smiled. "Oh, great! Roy is my partner. We own a gym." I remembered that Uncle Roy and his wife Sharon owned the house.

"Well, welcome to the park," I said. "Sorry to run, but I'm on duty."

Aubrey caught my eyes and, as she touched my arm, gave me a look that could easily have been mistaken for 'I'd love to fuck you.'

"Thank you, Rex," she said. "Hope your day isn't too hard."

I went back into the house. What the fuck was that about? She was hitting on me. I made a mental note to make sure I was never alone with her. Homewrecking is not for me.

I looked at my bare wrist and remembered I'd left my watch on the back porch. I stepped out there to look for it. The porch is on the woods side, heavily shaded, and the screening is old, so I was in near darkness.

I could see into the second bedroom of the Scanlon's rental. I did a double-take and froze. Karl and Beth were in there; the door was closed. They were kissing -- not sibling kissing, lover kissing -- and if that wasn't enough, Karl's hands were massaging his sister's breasts through her tee shirt while her hand was gripping his hard cock through his shorts. What the fuck kind of family are they? I thought. I grabbed my watch and went back inside.

As I walked along the beach by the lake, heading for the tower. I was in a real 'what the fuck' frame of mind. What kind of family was staying next door? Aubrey hitting on me openly and Karl and Beth kissing like lovers.

That brought to mind all the summers I'd spent there, and I remembered the grotto. The woods behind the lake were very dense, with a lot of underbrush. Our families, over the years, cut hiking trails, but there'd been one that had been a secret - and possibly still was.

With a little difficulty, I found it. I'd heard about the grotto for years as a kid, mostly during hushed conversations among my cousins that I'd overheard by accident. I'd never asked, and, being such an introvert, I'd never gone there to investigate.

The path was narrow and twisted. I noted how convenient that was, since it prevented casual observation.

The path opened to a small clearing. I smiled as I looked around. Two used condoms had been tossed off near the edge of the woods. I also spotted a couple of pairs of panties -- one small, one medium -- and a pair of CK men's briefs. Okay, so, somebody knows about this place. I was sorry I'd been so weird as a kid. I immediately imagined everything I might've missed out on.

Half an hour later, I got to the tower, which sat on a hill; I liked that it had fewer stairs. I walked up the stairs and then, using the rope and pulley mounted on the roof of the platform, brought up my cooler. I was in for the day. It was hot, but being up high meant that I at least caught the breeze. I also had a comfy chair on a swivel with a telescope mounted on the frame, plus a pair of binoculars. I put my Park Service radio in the charging base and checked my phone. The cell signal was good, so I opened Spotify and got to work.

The openings in the tower were screened, but they had zippers so they could be lowered down for a better view. I scanned the whole area and saw nothing. Then, on a whim, I looked for the grotto.

I laughed. I found it, and with the telescope, it was like I was right there. I could see the panties and the men's briefs on the ground. Well, maybe this will be an interesting summer after all.

Being June, the park was not busy. The water was still a bit cold for swimming; there were only three families on the beach.

I looked up from the erotic novel I was reading- Suburban Swinging Moms, one of my favorites- and saw the Scanlons setting up on the beach. I was curious, so I trained the telescope on them. They looked normal, except for the brother and sister touching behind Hank and Aubrey's backs. I'd never thought about incest. My only women had been Becky, who I've already mentioned, and Maude, my married English professor. To my own surprise, it hadn't taken much to make me curious.

Hank had a cooler. He settled in his chair and got out a beer and a novel. Aubrey, in a delicious thong bikini, lay out to tan. I wished at that point that my conscience would shut the fuck up so I could get my hands on that MILF body.

Karl and Beth had a brief conversation with Hank and Aubrey and walked away.

I felt like some omnipotent power, gazing down on those poor mortals as they walked hand in hand, unaware that I was privy to their every move. Karl had athletic shorts on, and Beth wore a bikini -- not a thong, but still showing enough teen body to keep me hard. She had a big beach towel over her shoulder. Watching that cute little ass flex and those teacup tits move was killing me. I laughed. It occurred to me that I could be naked up there in the tower, and nobody would know.

In two minutes, I was, and enjoying it. I knew the stairs to the tower were metal and very noisy, so I'd get plenty of warning. I kept an eye on the siblings, who were walking slowly, their heads turning. They were looking for something. I smiled. Somebody had told them. Beth pointed to the trail to the grotto, and I knew I was in for a show. I got up and lowered the screen to improve the view.

I got the telescope zoomed in just enough to see the siblings. Once in the grotto, they stopped and talked, each looking around, probably sizing up how safe it would be to keep going. Beth pointed to the panties and briefs, and they both laughed.

It was strange to be able to see them but not hear them. I had no trouble imagining their conversation, though.

They stopped laughing and stared at each other briefly. Then Beth folded the towel, dropped it at her feet, and knelt on it as she pulled her brother's shorts down. He was hard already, and I got a brief look at an above-average shaved cock. I stroked my erection as I watched. I'd never watched real sex before. The fact that they were siblings made it more intense. Beth reached up and gently cupped her brother's sack as she looked up at him and talked. His erection was right in her face. She looked up at him as she slowly extended her tongue until it touched the tip. Karl flinched; Beth giggled. She opened her mouth just a little and placed her lips on the tip of his cock. I imagined her little teen tongue teasing his slit. His mouth was moved, no doubt begging little sis to suck his cock.

Beth moved her hand to the base of his cock and slowly slid her mouth down. I stood there naked, stroking my own throbbing member, piling taboo upon taboo: naked outdoors, masturbating outdoors, watching unaware people have sex, and knowing that those people were brother and sister. I knew I should be repulsed, but it was just the opposite. I slowed down to avoid climaxing as Karl held his sister's head while she looked up at him, nodding. She held still and let her brother fuck her face. I wanted to cum when he did, so I brought myself to the very edge and waited. Then I saw it: he clenched his ass, cumming in her willing mouth. I blew; it felt so good, and not just physically. A feeling of deep satisfaction flowed through me. I had discovered a new vice: incest, or at least watching it play out. Beth let her brother's cock slide out of her open and upturned mouth. Karl smiled. Beth closed her mouth and made a show of swallowing. As an encore, she opened back up, making sure her brother could see that not a single drop of his seed remained.

The brother-and-sister act was just getting started. Karl stepped out of his shorts, helped his sister up, then pulled the tie on her top. It fell down around her, revealing a perfect set of B-cup breasts with long, hard nipples. Karl latched on while pulling the ties on her suit bottom. Beth's head fell back; she was visibly panting. Her trimmed pussy was on full display, and not just to her brother.

Beth stepped out of her bottoms as Karl dropped to his knees. Looking up at his little sister's pussy, he picked up her suit bottom and pressed the gusset to his face. She gently slapped his head, then bent over and spread the towel on the dense grass, giving me a delightfully different view of her wet and open pussy.

Beth lay down and spread her long, thin legs, putting herself on display yet again. Karl, still with her suit in his mouth, watched his sister masturbate while she talked to him. The silent scene was way better than any porn I'd ever watched. My cock rose again, but not quite there. Beth glanced up in my direction, then back to Karl. A jolt of adrenaline hit me, but it faded quickly. No, she can't possibly know.

She was still talking; Karl tossed away her suit and settled between her legs, brushing her hand away and pressing his mouth against her mound. Beth, a hand stuck in her mouth, moaned, her eyes rolling back as she came into her brother's mouth.

After little sis had cum at least three times, she pushed big brother's head away. She said something briefly, and I had a good idea what it was. Karl wiped off his mouth and moved over her, his cock hard and ready. She reached between them; her eyes rolled back as Karl pressed in, and filled her vagina with his forbidden cock.

It was fast. Beth wrapped her thin legs around him, and Karl pounded her, wanting to finish fast. It only took five minutes till both of them groaned- judging from their open mouths- and came together. Karl rolled off, and Beth said something else. They quickly dressed and headed back to the beach. All in all, it had been a nice first day of work for me so far. I wondered if I could rig my phone on the telescope to record.

I sat in my chair, sweaty from all my exertion. I was still caught in the loop of thinking how spying on a brother-and-sister sex scene shouldn't have excited me... but it had - a lot. I had no direct, personal experience with incest, but Karl and Becky had just made quite the case for it.

Or maybe I just need to get laid. Maybe if I were having normal sex, this incest shit wouldn't have turned me on so much.

The rest of the day was unremarkable. I spotted smoke twenty miles away, but it was a car fire, which I dutifully reported. The beach had a few people, but as I said, the water was still too cold for swimming. I ruminated upon my voyeuristic morning over and over and concluded that what consenting adults do is their business - and, noting the hypocrisy on my own part, that I apparently liked to make it my business, at least from a safe distance. At five, I lowered my cooler, put my clothes back on, and walked to the house.

Dinner was leftovers. I cleaned up, took a shower, and watched two movies on Netflix, checking the porch twice to see if the siblings were at it in the bedroom; they weren't.

Mom arrived late. I'm a light sleeper, so I heard her and her squeaky door; I'd only oiled mine. Through the thin wooden wall, I heard noises -- muffled moans and the bed creaking. My mother was masturbating. What I saw that day had opened a new world for me. At first, I had trouble picturing my buttoned-down mom rubbing her pussy, but as I listened, it became easier to picture her naked, on her back, legs wide, fingers working her towards her second orgasm. She was making no attempt to be quiet. I wondered if she still thought that I was a heavy sleeper. My cock hardened, and I masturbated, too, feeling a little guilty, but not as much as I should have.

Day Three

I got up at seven and got dressed for work. I was in the kitchen making breakfast when Mom came out of her room wearing a French-cut, loden green tank suit. It wasn't Walmart; it clung to her trim body like a second skin, and it was out of character for her normally very conservative nature.

Mom was still Mom, but she was something else, too - something more. She was a woman, and an attractive one. She wasn't tall -- five-six or so. She'd kept herself in great shape and had a trim, curvy shape -- not large on top, but proportional. I pictured her naked lying on her bed, her hand between those lean legs. I was embarrassed. My penis was either less embarrassed or not embarrassed at all. It didn't stand completely to attention, but it did swell.

"Good morning, Rex," she said, and I rose to hug her.

She held the hug, her head on my shoulder. "Thank you. I wasn't sure I could come back here; you made it possible. You're a lifesaver. I'm sorry about your troubles."

I was conflicted. I hadn't had sex in over a year, and having a woman in my arms, even if it was my mother, was nice. I broke the hug.

She wiped her eyes. "Sorry, got a bit mushy there. You look just like your father at that age."

"It's okay, I understand. Looks like we're helping each other."

Mom stepped back, looking at me. "Yes, I guess we are." She turned to the counter and poured herself a cup of coffee. "Where's your car?"

I laughed. "Mom, I've got a duffel bag of clothes. That's it. The rest is gone."

She put her hand to her mouth, "Oh my god, really?"

I picked up my plate and rinsed it in the sink. "I'm not in the mood now, but I'll tell you the story later; I have to get to work."

"I noticed the uniform. Park Ranger? How?"

She laughed when I told her the story. "So, you get to be the Ranger? Chasing all the teen drunks and catching them screwing in the grotto?"

I played dumb. "Grotto?"

Mom put her coffee down, "Don't play dumb, Rex; you have no talent for it. You never went there. You were so introverted, but I refuse to believe you were ignorant. You know it was my cousins and I that created that place." Mom smiled at my reaction. "Surprised that your moldy, forty-five-year-old mom has a wild past?"

"I'd never thought about it. You were Mom."

"There is so much you never knew," Mom said in a near whisper.

She was leaning against the sink in that second-skin suit of hers. I could see the soft curve of her breasts, her nipples, and, looking lower, the stray pubic hairs peeking out from the mound between her legs.

She caught me, blushed, and turned away. "I have been lax in my maintenance."

I jerked my eyes back to hers, blushing. "Um... uh... s'ok, we're family."

As she walked out, she said, "Yes, we are, and I like that."

I was in the tower -- naked, of course -- by eight. I'd never thought much about nudism before, but I'd taken an instant liking to it. I also liked that people would look up towards the tower and never know I was walking around with my cock and balls swinging free.

Mom was on the beach, in her chair, reading. The Scanlons arrived; Aubrey was in another thong bikini. They set up on the beach and talked for a few minutes. Three teen girls stopped by, and after chatting with them for a bit, Beth left with them. I was disappointed; it seemed like that would mean no brother-sister action that day.

Hank fell asleep. I scanned the horizon for any smoke, then took a quick look to see if Beth had gotten back. Aubrey and Karl were walking down the beach. I was curious, so I kept my focus on them. They walked slowly, talking; she took his hand, and he nodded towards the notch in the thick brush that concealed the path.

What the fuck? I immediately thought. Karl and his mother? Yeah, my mind went there, just like that.

I kept the telescope on the pair. When I moved my head back, I noticed that Mom was taking a walk, too- also towards the grotto.

Aubrey and Karl picked up the pace once they were out of Hank's sight. Karl beelined to the path, nearly dragging his mother behind him. I stroked my cock, massaging my pre cum over the head. I lost sight of Karl and Aubrey when they entered the path.

By the time they got to the clearing, they were both naked. They tossed their clothes aside and embraced. Kyle slipped his erect cock between his mother's thin legs. They kissed like the star-crossed lovers they were, hands roving, bodies rubbing. They broke their embrace; I could see their chests heaving. Aubrey spread the big towel and lay down, holding her legs open behind her knees. Her pussy was shaved, smooth, and shiny with her desire. Karl knelt and leaned down. Aubrey held her son's head against her pussy with one hand while she stuck the other in her mouth. Then she looked straight up at the tower, briefly.

Stroking my cock, I nudged the scope. My mother was in the woods, standing in a thick bush, watching. Her suit was the perfect color. I was stunned. My initial thought was, Why is she watching this? Then I remembered her comment: "There is so much you never knew."

My mind tried to race through all the possibilities. Were all of her cousins sneaking into the grotto for sex back then? Does she know exactly where to stand to spy on people in there because she used to do it all the time?

I zoomed in just as Aubrey orgasmed and watched a torrent spew from her vagina all over Karl's face. He never wavered and kept eating her pussy. I stopped masturbating, not wanting to cum yet.

I swung back to Mom just in time to see her hand move to the leg of her swimsuit. She hooked her finger and pulled the fabric back, and for the first time, I saw her pussy.

I still didn't know whether my year of involuntarily celibacy was to blame, but I did know that I wasn't going to look away. What I'd only heard the previous night, I was about to see happen in real-time.

The French-cut suit made exposing herself easy. She held a small tree with one hand as the other moved between her legs. She was natural -- not even trimmed. Her fingers plowed through her pubic hair. I zoomed in to the max and saw how wet her fingers were. Then I swung back to Karl and Aubrey; my other hand went back to masturbating.

Aubrey pushed Karl's head away. She rolled over and got on her hands and knees. Her vulva was red, fat, and open. I could see every detail. Karl was behind her in seconds, holding his hard cock, wiping it up and down his mother's drenched sex. Once again, I pushed the telescope to its very limit, honing in on the site of penetration. I moaned as Karl nestled the head of his erection at her entrance and pressed in; his cock slowly disappeared into his mother. It was like I could feel it. Karl entered her fully and paused, no doubt savoring the feeling; I know I would have. Aubrey looked totally blissed out. Her face lay against the towel, with a corner of it in her mouth to muffle her moans. Karl pulled back until just the head was at her entrance, then rammed his cock back inside her. Aubrey's eyes bugged out, and I'm sure she came. I moved the scope.

Mom had pulled the top of her suit down. She had beautiful breasts -- not huge, but certainly not small -- and her nipples were long and hard. Her left hand pinched and rolled each one in turn as her right hand massaged her pussy. Her mouth hung open. She sped up, and for the first time in my life, I watched my mother cum.

Her right hand was a blur, and then it stopped. Her body quaked, and I saw the milky white wetness cover her hand. Mom paused but soon had her hand busy again.

I shot my load all over the floor of the tower. My cock stayed hard. I swung the scope back and forth; Karl was slamming his mother's pussy. Aubrey's head was on the ground, turned to one side so she could watch her own son ravage her.

Karl rammed into her one last time and then held himself against her, cumming deep inside. He stayed there for a minute; they were talking. Karl pulled back, and his shiny cock, covered in their mixed love, slid out. Aubrey flipped around and had him in her mouth, cleaning his erection and balls. He gently pushed her off-balance, and she fell back, legs open. Karl dropped to his knees, pressed his face against her cum-filled pussy, and returned the favor, cleaning every inch -- even her tight little butthole.

Mom was still masturbating. She had turned a little, giving me a good view of her pussy. My penis still hadn't gone down, and I started masturbating again, imagining seeing my mother's pussy up close and then imagining how she tasted and felt. I came again and felt no shame.

Karl and Aubrey were getting dressed. They hugged and kissed for a minute while Mom quickly pulled her suit back into place and slipped off.

Soon after that, I got called out of the tower to assist in the search for a missing hiker. Ten of us searched for three hours. The hiker was found uninjured.

Mom made dinner; it had been a long time since I'd had her cooking. We sat on the screen porch eating, me with a beer and Mom on her second tall glass of wine.

"I think the folks next door are related to your Uncle Roy," my mother said. "I'm not sure you remember him. He was my favorite cousin." Mom looked out through the screen, lost in thought. She took a sip of wine, looking behind me. "They seem like a close family."

I nearly choked but recovered. "Yes, I met them yesterday. The Scanlons. Aubrey, the mom, is Uncle Roy's business partner." I was guessing that Mom could see into the window of the Scanlons' rental and assumed she'd seen some Becky-and-Karl action at a minimum.

I took a drink of beer and put the bottle down. "The kids are very close. I watched them at the beach yesterday."

Mom almost dropped her fork. She took a breath. "So, um, what do they have you doing?"

"Well, today we had a lost hiker, so I had to leave the tower..."

Mom interrupted me. "What? The tower? You were in the tower? They never use that anymore."

I was all business. "This year has been very dry, and the fire danger is at an all-time high. They fixed the tower up, and I got hired as the tower and night ranger for the season."

Mom's voice was measured, interrogating. "What are your hours? It must get very lonely up there."

"They vary. Usually, I'm up there by seven. They want me there during the day, obviously, but they also will call me out for other jobs, like the lost hiker."

Mom fidgeted with her fork and napkin. "Yes, I heard about that. I'm glad you found her. Could've ended badly otherwise." She paused. "Um, what time was that?"

I saw my chance to let Mom off the hook. "Oh, that was in the morning," I lied, "just after I got to the tower. It was noon before we found the girl."

My mother took what could only be described as a breath of relief. Still, she'd learned something that I was suddenly wishing she hadn't.

Mom would look at me for the rest of the meal and while she cleaned up -- not like a son, but like a man. She commented more than once about how I was just like my father.

"How about a movie?" she asked.

"Sure, but I want to shower and change. I'll meet you on the couch."

The main room had a big sectional couch and a few uncomfortable folding chairs. I came back in just loose shorts and an old tee. Mom had on a long tee and, I assume, panties under it.

I sat at the opposite end of the sectional.

"Rex, come sit next to me, please."

I changed positions. The evening was cool, and with the windows open, a gentle breeze flowed through the room. Mom unfurled the fleece from the back of the couch and covered us.

"Better?" she asked.

"Much, thanks," I replied, feeling her warm thigh against mine. My mind ran back to that morning - to watching my mother masturbate while watching a mother and son have sex. My penis swelled - no surprise there - and I forced my mind to go elsewhere; it didn't help. Mom moved her hand to my leg, near my knee. It felt good.

We sat and watched the movie in silence. In my head, the memories of what I'd seen over the previous two days ran like a porn film. I only had light cotton shorts on, and my penis was fully erect. Somewhere in the back of my mind was the fear -- or hope, or fear-hope -- that mom would figure out what was happening underneath the fleece. If she did, she didn't let on at all.

Fifteen minutes later, Mom laid her head on my shoulder. "I couldn't have come up here without you."

"Thank you, but I feel the same. I was lost and beaten down; I needed to be taken care of, if just for a little while."

My mother's hand moved slightly up my leg and back down, gently stroking. "I think we can help each other, even if it's just for the summer. It's in our family to help any way we can."

The erection that I had done so well at suppressing returned. I lay my hand on her leg, in the same place hers was on mine. Her skin was soft and warm. It had been so long for me that I'd forgotten what a woman felt like. What she'd said had sounded like a suggestion or an implication, but I instantly checked myself. Even though it's live sex I've been watching, I'm in a porn spiral. I'm seeing and hearing sex everywhere. Watching isn't wanting. It isn't doing.

Still, sitting on that couch against my mother's warm body, I knew that if the opportunity presented itself, I would seize it. We were both consenting adults; we would know the limits, the risks, and the potential for pleasure. My fall into incest, or at least the thought of it, was swift; suddenly, it was acceptable. Even given what I'd already seen, I didn't think that Mom would ever make the first move. I also knew I might be entirely wrong - that it wasn't a question of fear holding her back, but that she just didn't want that at all. I focused on the TV screen; I had no idea what was happening in the movie, and I no longer cared. I was developing a strategy -- a strategy to send signals that she could act upon or ignore. If I were to be wrong, she could simply do nothing, and our mother-son relationship would be protected and preserved by plausible deniability.

Then I can just go fuck Aubrey.

I laughed.

"What's so funny?" Mom asked.

I blushed. "Oh, just remembering Aubrey on the beach. She didn't use sunscreen and had a red ass; I had a thought about her having to stand to eat dinner."

Mom squeezed my thigh. "Yeah, and Hank couldn't spank her when he fucked her."

I turned and stared at her.

She laughed heartily. "What? Rex, you're twenty-five, not twelve. We're two consenting adults, and we both know about sex. Lighten up, or it's going to be a long, boring summer."

"Okay, Mom, I get it, but you have to understand, this is not the mom that raised me."

Mom caressed my leg, her fingers toying with the bottom hem of my shorts, sending endorphins into my already erect penis. "Oh, I am that woman, but so much more. You just never knew the whole story."

I leaned into her, turned my head, and whispered, "Is it a good story?"

The movie credits rolled as Mom leaned away and rolled the blanket back. "It can be if you have an open mind. It's late, Rex, and you need to work in the morning."

"Thanks, Mom, but it's not like I'm doing brain surgery."

I turned off the TV. The only remaining light filtered in from my bedroom. I was leaning forward. She surprised me when she took the blanket. Even in the dim light, the bulge in my shorts was obvious. She stood and folded the blanket. When she turned to lay it down, I got up, turned quickly, and took our glasses to the kitchen. I decided to push just a little bit more. "The one good thing Becky did for me was open my horizons."

"How open?" Mom asked.

I put the glasses in the sink, turned back, and brushed her as I passed quickly. "I haven't found a boundary yet."

As I got to the open door to my room, Mom spoke up again. "Rex?"

I turned, and she was there. As a reaction, my arms went around her. She hugged me back, her trim body against mine, my erect penis pressing against her -- two thin layers of fabric our only defense from truly taboo skin-on-skin contact. As she looked up, she cocked her head. I felt her hips shift -- checking, confirming.

"I miss being hugged."

"I do, too. Thanks, Mom."

She released me and placed her hand flat against my chest, looking up into my eyes. "That was nice."

She turned and walked to her room, closing the door behind her.

I stood in the darkness, my penis making an obscene tent in my shorts, and resisted the idea of going to her room. I feared my imagination was leading me astray. I opened my door and went into my room. Knowing isn't necessarily wanting.

I had been in bed an hour, and sleep had thus far eluded me. The summer air, freighted with humidity, wrapped around me like a blanket. I shoved off my shorts. Then I heard Mom's door open. My very first thought was, Maybe I was wrong about her making the first move. My penis swelled.

I had left my door to the porch open, hoping fruitlessly for any breeze. The Scanlons' porch light was enough to let me see Mom standing in the doorway. She was wearing a long tee shirt; I was disappointed, but not disappointed. She didn't come in. I knew there was enough light for her to see my erection easily.

I watched through slitted eyes as my mother stood there, staring at my naked body. Then she stepped in, close, next to my bed. I watched her hand move down and under her tee shirt. Her breathing got faster, and I could hear her fingers stirring her copious wetness. Her other hand was on one of her breasts, pulling the nipple through the fabric. She was panting. I wanted to say something; I wanted to masturbate, have her watch me do it, and maybe even more than that, but it didn't seem right yet.

She was fast. She must have been very needy. Her pace increased; her panting got louder. Then she gasped and her body shook. Her hand got soaked by the evidence of her climax. The excess splashed on the floor between her feet.

Mom took her hand from between her legs and gently grasped my erect cock, covering it in her love fluid. I nearly came. Too soon, she removed it and faded back out the door.

I ran my fingers along my wet cock, then stuck them in my mouth, tasting my mother. I stroked myself with my other hand, and it didn't take much to set me off. My orgasm jetted up my belly. A drop hit the hand still in my mouth.

As my breathing slowed, I thought, Watching isn't wanting.

Sleep came as quickly as I had.

Day Four

I was standing at the kitchen counter, pouring my coffee. I heard Mom behind me.

"You look so official in your uniform."

I laughed to myself. Yeah, Mom, stop by the tower later for the truth. "Thanks, Mom."

I moved sideways as she came next to me to pour her coffee. "So, anybody else working in the tower?"

"No, it's only me," I said as I moved to the table and sat. My penis was misbehaving again. Mom was wearing a stylish, tan two-piece. As she turned, I could see the stray pubic hairs -- evidence that she had still not trimmed. She caught me looking and just smiled. "I know the girls today shave it all off; I'm old-fashioned."

"It makes them look like children."

Mom laughed. "I thought you'd like smooth."

I'm having a conversation with my mother about shaving pussies. I think I need to change topics.

"So, Mom," I asked, "what was your favorite time here?"

She didn't hesitate. "The summer before I went to college. All the cousins were here; it was bedlam, and I loved it. Your Uncle Roy and I spent a lot of time together. I haven't talked to him in forever."

"It sounds like you two were very close."

Mom sat across from me. "We were two kindred spirits -- not like the rest. We shared our lives that summer."

"You should call him."

My mother, deep in a reverie, looked past me. I watched her nipples harden under her top. She blinked and blushed. "No. His wife Flora never liked the family, and me least of all."

"Email him, then."

Mom took a sip of coffee. "I think I will." She got up to put her cup in the sink, then turned to me. "So, should I trim up or shave?"

She had opened her legs a little, and her comment compelled me to look there. There was a gentle mound at her apex and a few stray brown hairs peeking out past the edge of the suit. I noticed that there seemed to be a dark spot at the base but I told myself that it might also be a trick of the light. "Um, maybe. Why are you asking me?"

I felt my cock growing as Mom ran her finger along the edge of her suit where the hairs were exposed, "Well, you're the only one here and a man."

"Who is your son."

Mom just shrugged. "So?"

I smiled. "You must have been something that summer. Leave them."

Mom leaned over and touched her lips to mine briefly. "I was, and if I get drunk enough, I might tell you about it."

I looked at my watch. "I'm late. Gotta go. I need to stop on my way to buy more wine."

Mom's mouth fell open, and her eyes went wide. "Rex Conners, you wicked man!"

I was already out the door. "Apples and trees, Mom. Apples and trees."

The sun finally came out around ten. I was in the tower, naked and bored. There was nobody at the beach. I'd been running what happened at breakfast around in my head all morning. Somehow, my mother had turned everything around on me. She'd been the one escalating with plausibly deniable teases and half-promises. I was already of a mind to take a big chance myself, rather than try to maneuver her into it.

My thoughts and sudden urge to masturbate were interrupted when I heard someone clanking up the stairs. I scrambled to get dressed, managing just my shorts before Aubrey walked in the door.

"This is not a public area," I said.

Aubrey, in nothing but a lime-green thong and gauzy wrap, laughed. "Oh, so only state employees can be up here naked-peeking on people fucking?"

She walked over and picked up my briefs. "You needn't have bothered getting dressed; I snuck up barefoot first and watched you. Since you weren't watching me fucking my son, you weren't hard."

I stood there, dumbstruck. There was nothing for me to do but listen.

Aubrey put my briefs to her nose. "Mmmmm, you smell wonderful." She dropped them, then casually swept off her wrap. "Better in person?"

One hand went behind her back, the other to her waist, and just like that, the last three tiny pieces of cloth she'd been wearing were on the floor. "More better?" she asked.

"You're very beautiful."

Aubrey walked over to me and put her hands on the waistband of my shorts. "Join me. I've wanted to fuck you since I met you."

Aubrey was almost as tall as I was. She had light blonde hair; slim, modest breasts; long and fat nipples; a shaved vulva with a small, Ankh tattoo just at the top of her slit; long legs; hooded blue eyes; and lush lips. She was the most delicious woman I had ever seen, and I gently pushed her away.

"You're married."

She laughed. "Really? That bothers you?" She climbed up into the observation chair and slung her legs over the arms. "You watched me fuck my son."

"Just because I could have doesn't mean I did. Besides, that's your family business."

Aubrey had one hand between those long legs, gently caressing her wet and open pussy. "Yeah, we're fucked up. I know Karl and Beth are fucking, and I'm watching my daughter try to seduce Hank; good luck, though. The man lives for sports and sports alone. They don't think I know." Aubrey had a very long clitoris, which she was pinching and pulling, "You know you want to; your cock is hard."

"I could lose my job if you're found here. It's even more likely if somebody sees you like that."

"Like what, Rex? Say it."

I wanted to fuck her so badly. It had been about a year since I'd fucked, and she was the essence of beauty and sex. "If they found a beautiful, married woman naked and masturbating in the tower."

Aubrey sighed, and a small whitish flow fell out of her vagina. "Fuck, that was good. I make you a deal: I'll leave, but first, you and I masturbate together. No touching each other. That satisfy your weird rule?"​