139. HOLIDAY i****t AND MORE

a story for a friend
Joan is 5 foot 1 inch tall, about 110 lbs. Strawberry blonde. She`s 47, my wife and mom of 2 boys, we have a cabin by a lake near a first nation reservation here in Alberta Canada.
We get away to the cabin whenever we can, but this time was different,
Our cabin is on a hill overlooking a lake. We can walk down the hill, cross a dirt dead end logging road and get to an area within the break water where one can swim it`s perhaps 200yds away. Trees surround the area and its unusual to meet folk at the swim hole, though it`s not impossible and skinny dipping has been known!
We arrived on the Friday, Joan, myself and Jason our youngest, he`s 14 ½ our other son being away on a school trip.
It had been a 50 mile journey and it was the height of summer, unusually warm and dry.
We arrived mid afternoon, and the first job was to settle in, the boys have a room at the far end of the long log cabin, ours is next to the living room and between us is the kitchen, we have a shared bathroom between the kitchen and the boys room and there is a corridor from kitchen to the boys room, don’t get me wrong the place is no palace but it`s warm and comfortable and from the living room window there`s a great view towards the lake. We love it, a mile away is the nearest neighbour, another cabin, but I see sadly the ‘for sale’ board is up. We`re bordered to the north by a first nation Indian reservation, but we seldom see them except in the local village 3 miles away, where there is a general store with a bar, a garage of sorts and a doctor and not a lot else.
We just love the solitude, the mobile phone works in the house up here on the hill but reception is hit and miss lower down and only a few know we can use the phone here at all, it ensures our undisturbed time out!
Jason is a very healthy young male who has recently been showing an interest in women, I am pleased to report that as I had had worries about him as he was more interested in sport and keeping fit until this year!
However hormones had caught up now and I had quietly noticed his sneaked glances at my wife Joan on occasions, and she had also mentioned to me her underclothes drawer at home had been disturbed a few times of late, though she had said nothing to the boys, as she had no ideas as to which might have been the culprit though Adam had probably outgrown that.
Now me I belive in a sex-life, it`s part of life, a most important ingredient and though I don`t encourage i****t , I do understand a lads interest in the opposite sex and as mum is the only contact some lads get with women, it seems to me to be the obvious link to manhood. My lads are at an all boys school and contact with girls is sadly limited so playing I spy at Joan`s body and undies is to me natural, I did it myself with my mum and whether you admit it or not I bet a load of you out there did too!
We have never been secretive about sex either, not blatant sexaholics, just normal folk, but with an open ‘ask whatever you want’ style for both lads.
Jason is a fit young lad, no Hercules but an average lad of his age (if a little late developing) so as soon as he had put his stuff away he appeared dressed in a swim suit and announced he was off for a dip.
Joan said it was a fine idea and we would be along as soon as we had put the food in the fridge. So after doing just that we changed and soon went down to join the lad.
The water was cool and refreshing, a sand bottom which over the years the boys had cleared of the few rocks in the bit we usually used. Joan had on a one piece suit in a pale blue; it hugged her figure as swim-suits do and complimented her blond hair and lovely smile beautifully. We were soon lying out on our towels, drying in the sun. Jason I noticed positioning himself in a spot below us, to be able to look up casually and survey his mother from below. After a while I suggested a sandwich and a beer and found myself elected to fetch it by a vote of 2 to 1 so I wandered off to do the business. As I made the sandwiches, from the kitchen window I could just see the swim hole, my wife eyes closed flat on her back and slightly further away the lad on his front and peering up between her legs his hand in his trunks and he was wanking openly, unaware he was being observed by me. Sadly I found the thought of my son and my wife together crossing my mind, and it was not the worst fantasy I had ever hosted in my fetid mind belive me.
I found myself stiffening rapidly, and I had to resort to the usual remedy for over stiff penises while watching my son wank.
When, with cold beers and sandwiches in a basket, I returned to the others, I found my wife asleep and Jason in the water again, no doubt to cover the damp spot in his trunks from our sight.
The afternoon passed easily, sun and swimming, dozing and laughing; it was perfect, the sun dropping behind the trees sent us reluctantly homeward where after tea and an evening of television we all retired to our beds.
In the dark room lit only by the moon through the window, Joan and I lay in that tired but comfortably loving companionship all couples enjoy, we began to quietly chat about things in general, and I mentioned casually that Jason “had a thing about his mother!”
My Joan said I was imagining it and I laughed telling her she “needed to belive me, and if she had not slept through his wanking session while watching her that afternoon she would have seen it herself!” she sat up on her elbow and regarded me seriously, then asked why I had said nothing? My turn to be embarrassed, and I grinned “oh you... you dirty old git, you enjoyed it didn’t you,” she cried hitting me playfully with a pillow. We laughed together and she regarded me with that ’I don’t belive you could do that’ type look all women reserve to use on men to make them feel guilty and I must say it worked.
She quietly asked if it had turned me on, to which I shamefaced said it had.
She asked if I would have been annoyed if she had enjoyed it herself and retaliated.
Now that was a question, I said that “like all lads I had had a thing about my own mum, so I understood where he was coming from.” She said I was sidestepping the issue so I decided to turn the tables and ask if she would enjoy the attention. Her reply shook me to the root, as she said with a straight face that “she had done it with Adam so she saw no reason not to with Jason!”
I was dumfounded, gobsmacked call it what you will, lost for words I sat bolt upright and stared at her my jaw open but words not forming. She began to laugh heartily, saying “not really but belive me I was tempted, had you going though didn’t I!”
I sank back on the pillows and chuckled, “bitch!”
We lay chuckling for a while, and then I quietly asked if that was true and she had been tempted?
There was a long pause, then she said, “you won`t be mad?” I said I wouldn`t, and she haltingly asked had I ever seen Adams cock since he had grown?
I hadn’t, it wasn’t something that had happened not that we were prudes in the family but it just hadn’t happened.
She said “about a year ago she had been delivering laundry and had not knocked thinking he was out, he had it in his hand and it was an 8” giant. They went through the embarrassment factor, especially when she found he was holding her used panties.”
She didn’t elaborate, but I got the feeling from the little she did say, it was a near thing when it came to temptation, but she was worried I would find out and label her a tramp, and want a divorce etc!
I put her mind at rest, explaining again about my youthful thing about my own mother, and that it never came to anything to my everlasting regret.
“So then, if I was to take one of my sons to my bed, you would not be unhappy then?” She asked.
I said “it would be the making of a young man and that I can think of nothing I would have liked better as a youth than to have lost my cherry to my own mother rather than having to struggle like all the rest of the class as we all did with half baked and inaccurate information.”
She said she feared it was a bit late for Adam, “as he had a regular girlfriend now!” ...(I didn’t know but there; I spend a lot of time at the plant...) he had come home with a broad grin a month before, and when asked had been very evasive in his answers.
However, she said she would give it some thought, which I took as a perhaps or may be... then she took me in her arms and we made love, and I must say it was stirred by the thoughts of i****t that we both were thinking I am sure as it was memorable to say the least.
The next day was hotter if anything and we took ourselves to the pool early. We also took a blanket and under the trees we lay it in the little shade there was.
Now me I was hot and said so, Joan however said she felt roasted in the one piece swimsuit, so I suggested in a jokey way that she took it off. Jason jumped in with the suggestion that if it would make her more comfortable he had no objections and the track was seldom used so no one would see.” It was a blatant ploy and one which she instantly saw through, however it had confirmed my comments of last night, so she played him for a willing sucker giving me a long stare as she said to him, “oh yes and you will go home and brag to your friends that your mum went skinny dipping with you!”
He quickly denied he ever would, so she said that as she was so hot she would consider it but it was up to his dad, as he might be less than happy if his wife just stripped off, a comment I feigned indifference too!
So after a while she said she was just too hot and if we neither of us minded, and Jason wouldn’t say anything, she would have to take the thing off if it got any hotter, though she did say she was a “bit nervy as she had never been naked in the open before”
Now till this Jason had been laying face down on his towel near her feet, I said I would go and get some cold drinks and Joan asked for a white wine, so I got up and wandered off to the house. I was soon at my window!
Now naturally I couldn’t hear what was said after I left, but my binoculars soon focused and she slid the straps from her shoulders then rolled the top down exposing her c cup breasts, `she`s not huge up top its true but what I would class as ample, and for a son of that age she is lush!
I fetched the drinks had another quick look and then returned to the pool., she sat against the tree, her lovely breasts pale against her tan, Jason took his pop and I poured her a glass of cold and white.
Sitting myself down next to her, my back against that old tree I opened my beer.
Jason at that point was desperately trying to look nonchalant, and hide his stiffee under his book while all the time trying to not stare!
She was no help to the lad, smiling sweetly she leant forward making them swing and reaching for the wine bottle. She then smiled at him mischievously and said “that looks painful son, have you never seen tits before?” he and I both choked on our drinks, but I will say this for the lad he very red of face admitted that “he never had in the flesh!”
She was in, like a shot “oh where have you seen tits then? Have you been checking the porn channels like your dad does have you?” she was enjoying every moment of our embarrassment.
He sputtered that “he had seen another lads magazine,” so she asked if hers were as good!
I thought game set and match to mum, but the lad came back with the single word, “different!”
It was her turn to splutter.
Laughing, I stood up and said “look you two let`s call this verbal sparring a truce shall we, it`s obvious to me that my hormone riddled son is eager to see your feminine charms, your too hot, he`s already promised what happens here stays here, so treat him like an adult and we will both strip too if it makes things easier.”
There was a moment while my words permeated then she stood, hauled the lad to his feet and stood facing him, they are both about the same height so she kissed him lightly then said “is that what you want Jason?” His face red, his emotions taking him over, he couldn’t bring himself to speak, so as not to miss the opportunity he nodded his head vigorously.
My wife of near 20 years knowing she was in control completely glanced at me then took a hold of her suit from round her hips and slowly pushed it down till it fell from her grip and she stood naked in front of her youngest son. It was a moment to savour. Time stood still. “There Jason, just for you and your pervy old dad, here I am, naked.” She went on to point to his stiff young prick and say “and that is the greatest compliment a boy can pay his mother, thank you son, it`s so nice to think my old body can turn a lad of your age on!”
He had regained his composure a little by now, saying that she wasn’t old, and gushing that “she was lovely and please would she stay naked for the holiday for him to enjoy. To which she laughed and said if that was what he wanted then she would be happy too for him.
We now took off our trunks and hand in hand the three of us walked into the cool water, naked as Adam and Eve on day one. The tension that had been in the air vanished as we splashed at one another, Jason using the confused water to hide his stiffness, and I suspect getting in the odd secretive touch here and there to both his mother and himself the cold water helping keep things under control.
We paddled ashore me first, and onto the rug I collapsed, towelling myself down as hand in hand my son led his mother from the water, both laughing and as happy as I`ve ever seen them. Hunger overtook us all and we walked back to the cabin leaving our things at the pool, my son still stiff as his mother led him by the hand back across the dusty track.
She prepared salad and we sat to table enjoying the food when she asked her son how long he had wanted to see her naked? He said “since Adam has shown him one of dad`s magazines about two years ago!” my turn for a red face, they both laughed at my obvious discomfort, then she said to Jason, “please ask from now on and I`m sure that he will lend you a few, he`s got plenty!” but before they could laugh she added “and that goes for my underclothes too, just ask!”
Now we were all laughing, “Look boy” I said “let`s get your mind at rest about this situation, I always wished my mum and I had had a chance to be more open about sex, I like a thousand others knew nothing about sex when I was your age, and I wish my parents had been more outgoing, but at that time life was oh so different.”
I went on “I lost my cherry to a big girl behind the bike sheds, she almost ****d me, I rushed home and scrubbed myself raw, worried sick about diseases, and the like and then spent a month or more worrying I had made her pregnant! I just wish my mum had even talked to me about it all, you are lucky your mums more sensible!”
I could see by his face he was overawed, I reached for my clothing, dressed and said we needed some things from the village and I would order the groceries while I was filling the car, then collected my keys and said I would be back at teatime. It was obvious to us all I was giving them some time together.
I hit the bar after filling the car at the garage and delivering the shopping list. The thought of them together I must admit was exciting, I wondered if cuckolds felt as I did at that moment, knowing my wife was probably in bed... No, worse, she was in my bed, teaching my youngest son how to have sex and the basics of how to please women. Who would belive it! I shook my head and laughed causing the two local ****** to look around at the dopey stranger sitting laughing to himself.
I raised my empty glass and ordered another and one for the ******, still chuckling to myself
I returned to the cabin as the sun was setting, I felt half cut but round here traffic is nonexistent the roads empty dust tracks so I was not unsafe!
Joan sat at the table a worried look on her face, asking where I had been, I explained about the bar and giving her some time, and she laughed. Then she put a plate of food in front of me and kissed me passionately saying “thank you.”
I asked where Jason was and she said “he was collecting our things from the pool as we had left them since this morning, being busy this afternoon we forgot them!” I asked if he was good, and she smiled a big wide smile, and said “oh he will be, a real coxman, just like his dad...
We had our meal, watched the telly a bit and were all very normally not mentioning this afternoon and till we were off to bed my son thanked me (for what he was unspecific) and then said goodnight to me then kissed his mother passionately and deeply and as they parted she quietly said “thank you Jason, remember what I said,” gave him a meaningful look, and went off to her bed. I put out the light and thoughtfully followed her.
When we had settled down I asked her what she had told our young man, and she chuckled, that she had told him to “just to ask”, I asked “for what?” and she said, “anything at all, he`s a good lad and an enquiring youth, he needs a lot of practise, but he did well this afternoon, and I `spose you want chapter and verse!”
I chuckled and slid my hand up to her already wet sex, “you know me too well!”
She told me all about it and I must say it was ‘stimulating‘to say the least.
It seems that as I drove off, they stood like a couple of statues for a moment; my obvious ploy to give them some space had stunned them both.
They turned to one another kissed and then sat for a moment at the table at Joan`s insistence. She regarded him steadily then she asked him some questions; would he be totally honest with her if he wasn’t this would go no further? He said he would. So she asked exactly what he and Adam my other son had done about spying on her, what had he done using her clothing, and questions of that sort. He reddened she said, but was forthcoming and she belived what he said. He told her that he and Adam had a pact as both of them had a thing about women and especially her. Adam had been first and he had known about Adams fetish since he was too young to realise what it was about. He had found his brother raking about in the wash basket, and on asking about what he was doing he had been told he was panty sniffing.
Later he found that Adam had drilled a hole to the bathroom and had many a session watching her nudity either getting ready to shower or using the toilet. He admitted to himself using the hole hidden behind a picture in their room. And he said for a long time he didn’t understand why ladies sat to pee. Adam though had answered that as he had said they had no kit to aim with, and had produced one of dad`s books he had ‘borrowed’ from the pile [I thought was hidden] to prove the theory.
She had laughed and then said she would show him all he wanted he just had to ask as his father was so agreeable and sensible about things and as he had given them this precious time together they had best use it well if that`s what the boy wanted. Jason was on his feet and taking her proffered hand instantly.
She first led him to the bedroom, here she said she just got onto the bed and simply let him explore her body, she pointed out the bits that he didn’t recognise let him finger her soft sex and gently probe and explore generally. She said she needed to pee, and he looked up as if to ask her to watch, so she led him to the bathroom. At this time they were both naked still and he sporting stiffy though this time without the blushes and the attempts to hide it.
She stood over the toilet and let her stream go holding her sex open for him so he could observe.
He looked she said as if understanding a long term conundrum. He kissed her as she her stream dried and she lead him back to our bedroom, they embraced once more and he was then allowed to have his first ride, she said it was urgent and short...
Then they started once more, and she begged him to slow down, which he did, and according to her, it was oh so much better, this time to his amazement she had a huge climax, he thinking she was unwell, having a stroke or something like and rising in a panic, so much so she had to calm him and explain.
The energy of youth ensured that a third tryst had occurred by the time I returned, and they had both achieved climaxes in fine style.
She said she had enjoyed it and that with my permission she would enjoy him again if I had no objections. We consummated the evening as you would expect me spurred on by the description and the thoughts running round my head.