A Day In Charge
by tannim
December 14, 2009

	Little Bear flew around the room while his mother and father discussed Father Bear's trip.  The bear boar would be gone for four days.  He had already talked with Little Bear about it and gotten the young cub happy enough to be without him for the time.  Father Bear pat his son's ears fondly as he picked up his briefcase and went through the door.

	"You be good now, Little Bear!" He called back.

	"Yes, Father Bear... I'll be good." Little bear waved.

	"Well, now. Little Bear." His mother started with a soft smile.  "You're now the big strong man around the house."

	The little boy scratched his head, not sure what that meant exactly.  His mother had never said that to him before.  He looked at her confused and asked her what it meant.

	"It means, that you are supposed to take care of the house... which means that you are going to help me with the laundry, the dishes, and getting things tidy." She lifted his chin when he looked down in disappointment.  "And if you help me with all that, you can be in charge and we can do whatever you want until Father gets back.  Alright?"

	Little Bear was much happier about that.  He had no idea what he wanted to do, but he helped with the laundry. Scrubbing on the manual rib board was wet and messy, but fun at times.  He dried the dishes after his mother washed them one by one by hand.  The both dusted and swept.  It took all morning to get the house clean, but at last she announced they were finished.

	"Well, now you are in charge, Little Bear.  What would you like to do?" She saw him looking longingly outside and had a fair idea what he would say.

	She was not surprised when he said "I want to go outside... for a walk.  With you mother bear.  Lets go down to the lake today."

	The bear sow smiled.  It was a perfect day for such a thing.  Not too hot not too humid.  Only a few bugs out in the early October air.  She didn't bother to fetch a shawl, but she did remove her apron.

	Paw in paw, mother and son left the house into the warm sunshine.  Their fur and Mother Bear's modest matronly dress kept them from fearing any chill in the 67 degree air.  There were small birds gliding through the sky.  Pleasant clouds in the sky above even them.  The grass was still pretty and green, the trees still sporting plenty of green with only a hint of red and gold here and there.  The path was easy and while they waved to a few other animals they had only themselves for real company.

	Little bear chattered on and Mother bear paid him just enough attention while keeping an eye on him.  Her eyes were loving and appreciative.  Happy her little boy was happy and healthy.  The walk took nearly forty minutes, with the small cub getting distracted by this or that.  He paused to watch a caterpillar crawling across a tree branch looking for a spot to make a cocoon.

	The lake was deserted, it was a work day for most, and Mother Bear felt quite happy about that solitude.  She stood with her son at the rocky ledge that ran down into the water and hugged him to her hip. He wrapped his arm around her, squeezing her large rump though he would have squeezed anywhere he could have wrapped into a hug.

	"What now, Little Bear?"

	The boy looked around, his eyes roaming from grass to water, to trees to sky and back to the water.  The lake wasn't small, but it wasn't huge either.  He could see across it easily.  It was vaguely oval shaped and larger than a pond, but not by too much.  It reminded him of a big bath tub.  Thoughts of baths and bathing.  Playing naked, as he still did, and of his mother naked with him.  He recalled enjoying being naked with her, but he hadn't been in so long.  He had an idea of what to want next, though was unsure if she would agree.

	"I would like you to take your top off, mother." Little bear turned and said far more confidently than he felt.

	His mother looked amused, not exactly surprised, but a bit nervous with glances around the lake area to make sure they were alone.  "Are you sure?" She asked, rather impressed with his attempt at confidence.

	Before he could take back his request from surprise at her answer, she crouched down and turned her back to him. "Unzip me, please, Little Bear."

	The young bear gulped and reached up to her neckline to tug on the zipper.  He wondered how she got in it when father bear wasn't around as he pulled the zipper down.  It made a loud zipping noise as it went and exposed an expanse of Mother Bear's soft back fur and the skin under it.  He couldn't help lean in and sniff it and was surprised at how good she smelled.  Her scent was stronger than usual with this new area, especially after the hot work of cleaning earlier.  There was an odd white strip along her upper back too, but that was hidden from him as she turned to face him again.

	Mother Bear stood up and let him watch as she slipped her arms out of the sleeves of her dress one by one, then let the top slide down her chest.  It clung, briefly, to her breasts hidden by a bra, but hung down her front with her hands holding the dress up at her waist.  Little Bear turned his head and asked what the white thing was.

	"This?  This is my bra, Little Bear." She responded feeling no need to lie about it.  "It helps support part of my body."

	"Ummm... please take it of too." He told her, sounding a little depressed and obviously expecting her not to.

	His eyes widened when she reached behind her back and fiddled with the strap.  It came open and she pulled the straps off her shoulders one at a time, slipping her arms out.  She was slower pulling the bra away from her as she was feeling very exposed now.  Another look around the much too public place and she let it come fully away and her softly sagging breasts hung from her chest for her little cub to see.  While they sagged just a bit, her inch long nickle thick nipples jutted proudly up from her nearly three inch wide areolae.  The skin on each were very dark blue, not quite black, and drew Little Bear's gaze.

	The older bear looked at her son, standing with her chest fully exposed to him.  Her belly wasn't fat, but wasn't skinny either.  Her breasts themselves were fairly average sized despite the large areolae and nipples capping them.  The fur over her breasts and belly was lighter brown than that over her back and sides, as well as most of her face.

	Little Bear didn't remember much from his times naked with her in the tub.  For some reason he'd never thought to look at her chest before when they were together.  The mounds looked funny on his mother.  They weren't at all ugly though, just different.  He didn't think about not being rude or improper as he stretched a hand out and lightly touched one.  His mother opened her mouth, closed it, and crouched down for him to have easier access.

	She winced when he squeezed one experimentally. "Not so hard, Little Bear, those are delicate.  It hurts if you squeeze too hard."  The sow caught her son's hands before he could pull them away, not wanting to upset him.  "No, you don't have to stop.  It's your time in charge and you wanted to explore them, so you may."

	In her mind she was blushing so deeply.  Being felt up by her son was so embarrassing... but not nearly so much as having him feel her up in so OPEN a place.  While she didn't hear or see anybody around, the trees could easily conceal any number of watchers.  'But if you didn't want it, why are you letting him touch you?  Why did you even expose yourself?' Her mind asked her.  She couldn't really say, other than... why not?

	Her mental discussion took place while she watched Little Bear lift her breasts one at a time and peer under them.  He giggled happily, innocently, as he made them bounce.  She smiled too at his happy innocence, even with it being slightly uncomfortable to have him lifting and dropping them or lightly swinging them in his soft young paws.

	"They're very pretty, mother.  I like how the jiggle and wobble"  He said loudly while pressing on her belly and making them do just as he said.

	Her soft mounds rippled when he lightly pat them and she had to stop him before he pat them too hard.  He took that as a sign he was going too far and stopped.  The boy was going to stop anyway, for her nipples had thickened more and grown a bit longer during the play.  He looked up at her face, unable to see the flush to her cheeks hidden by her fur.

	"They're different, Mother."  The cub said hoping for an explanation.

	"They do that sometimes, dear.  It's normal."  She stood, to keep him from rubbing them much more as his fingers had felt so good.

	Little Bear's next command was again easy to guess. "Please take your dress all the way off, mother."

	He smiled as he said it, he had little doubt that if she had let him see her top, she'd let him see her bottom.  Mother Bear looked down at her bare chest. She took a deep breath, yet another look around, and gripped the sides of her dress.  A slight tug had it coming off, though her motherly butt kept it from sliding to the ground.  She shook her hips to get it off and, much to her sons delight, her breasts shook too.

	His eyes dropped down immediately as the fabric fell away down to the smooth rock at her feet and lay against her ankles.  Again he was disappointed by more clothing in the way.  But this time Mother Bear slipped her fingers into the hem of her large plain panties and slipped them down to her ankles with her dress.

	"Adults sure wear a lot of clothing, mother." He sounded somewhat frustrated by that as he usually went around bare.

	"We have to, Little Bear.  Though it IS a chore.  I'd love to run around as free as you do all the time."  She sounded rather wistful.

	Little bear didn't really notice though. He was looking between his mother's legs.  Unlike his groin she had nothing sticking out.  Instead she had a shaven area, the flesh the same dark blue as her nipples, and a thick prominent bulge of  flesh. The bulge was rounded and only protruded a little bit but hung quite well downward.  There was a moist looking crease down the center.  At the top of the crease he noticed something WAS sticking out.  Not even as long as his little finger, but it was peaking out from the top of the soft folds of the crease.

	Mother Bear spread her legs as he again moved in.  She hoped, or she thought she hoped, that he wasn't too invasive.  A sharp breath made her son look up from where he had ran a finger up her cleft.  He looked at the wetness on his finger and then up at his mother curiously.  She felt the fur on her cheeks singe under the embarrassing rush of excitement and expected surprise.

	Little Bear noticed she was breathing heavier, but didn't think much of it, as he slipped the wet finger over the swelling at the top of Mother Bear's cleft.   The end reminded him of his own boy part, which made him feel better, less different and much closer to her. A glance up made him wonder if Father Bear had lumps like that on his chest.  He recalled feeling similar under his father's shirt.  Little Bear laughed happily at the thought of his own chest having them.

	His mother just watched him with an encouraging smile and polite interest on her face.  Behind her face was a panting buildup of humiliation, excitement, and desire... all wrapped tightly around and controlled by her love.  Her legs spread wider almost on their own when her son cupped her mound with both paws.  His small paws and fingers each covering her outer lips from front to back.  His thumbs pressed into the soft cleavage between her inner thigh and outer lips.

	The boy liked the feeling of her thick labia.  He enjoyed how hot they were, how damp and slippery too.  While he cupped her he noticed the middle grew wetter.  He could smell his mother very strongly, stronger than he'd ever smelled her before.  She smelled like herself... only much more powerfully.

	Mother Bear saw his nose working and wanted to close her thighs to lessen it, but her desire to see his reaction and to let him be in charge won out.  The bear knew she was wet, his playing with her nipples and being bare in such an exposed place had made sure of that.  She had to force her expression constantly.  When she felt a smile, she forced it back down to a polite one. Her jaw went slack from feeling his paws stroking her soft nether lips and she had to tighten it.  He brushed her clitoris too firmly and her whole body tried to tense.  It was all she could do to force it to stay loose and calm on the outside.  As he sniffed her intimate area she hoped... she hoped he liked it.

	Little Bear wasn't sure what to make of it.  It wasn't a great smell, but it wasn't bad either.  Musky and very much "Mother Bear".  He tilted his head to look up at her and nuzzled into her inner thigh, his nose brushing against her prominent left outer lip.

	"You are really wet, mother.  Did you have an accident?" He asked, though he knew she hadn't.

	He wasn't sure how to ask why she was so wet down there or if it was normal.  His fingers were all slick with her natural lubricant, but he just dried them off on his chest fur like he would dry water.  While he was wiping them dry, and it took longer than water would, he noticed her crease had parted in the middle slightly.  That parting gave him a glimpse of the pink insides and encouraged him to again touch her soft mound.  This time he pulled instead of just cupped.

	Mother Bear's chest was heaving with her rapid breath.  She kept her breasts shallow to keep it from being too visible to her son but he wasn't making it easy as he explored her.  Feeling him pulling her vulva open and feeling his nose press against it.  She couldn't even manage to answer his question for fear of how her voice would sound.

	A finger pushed into her suddenly, just as far as the base of her clit.  She was glad of that.  The older bear wasn't sure how her son would react to her inner walls clamping tightly around his finger, but she decided it would probably scare him a bit.  She jumped when he found her urethra and his mother took yet another look around to distract herself from her body's reaction.  Satisfied nobody was around still she looked back down at the boy and found and then felt, he had moved up to her clit.

	Little Bear liked the little button.  It was stiff, but short.  He could just get two fingertips around it.  The boy gave a little squeeze and his mother's legs sagged.

	His fingers let go as he looked up in alarm. A deep groan had escaped his mother despite her attempts to control herself.  She crouched down suddenly and hugged him. 

	"That's enough, exploration for now, Little Bear.  Why don't we go for a swim instead?" His mother asked, Hoping to distract him from the unasked and hopefully un-thought question about her reaction.

	"Yes! That is exactly what I want to do!" The boy seemed happy and confident again.

	His memory of being naked with her in the tub seemed brighter than ever, and more detailed after the exploration.  He ran and dove into the water, laughing and anxious to relive that treasured youthful experience.  The fact that it was only a couple years ago when he first enjoyed it never occurred to him.

	He splashed at the stones where his mother stood watching him.  She breathed deeply, working to calm her body of its raging inner battle against the not exactly un-expected or un-wanted arousal.  After he splashed at her though she gave up and simply stepped out of her clothing.  Mother Bear left the clothing where they had been on the ground around her ankles and jogged into the water just a couple meters away.  The sow didn't realize she was giving her little bear a fun view of her breasts bouncing as she moved, but wouldn't have minded if she had.

	Little Bear appreciated it though, it was fun to watch and made him laugh and call out to her.  "You're really pretty with them bouncing like that, Mother."

	Mother Bear was again glad of her cheek fur hiding the flush and felt as though the water should steam as she splashed in.  It felt good though, to be so free again.  Thoughts of when she was always naked as a little cub like Little Bear drifted through her lust fogged mind and drove out the obscuring thoughts.  Her son splashed her to wash away the rest of her thoughts and she let out a genuine laugh of delight as she splashed back.

	They swam together a long time.  Splashing at times, seeing how much faster Little Bear could swim with an impromptu contest, and holding each other in the water and basking in their presence of mother and sun.  She caught glimpses of his body.  Parts he wasn't very interested in but that distracted her from the innocence.  He caught plenty of glimpses of her body from above, below, behind, in front.

	Little Bear did love his mother and felt she was very pretty.  He liked when she hugged him and squished him against her softness.  Her warmth and his when he hugged back felt wonderful together.  The cub found himself wondering why they hadn't done this in the lake before.

	They had swam together before, but mother and father bear had always worn something that covered them.  They'd never made him wear anything but they always wore something.  He decided he'd ask later.

	The boy grew tired as he played.  His mother too, though she was determined not to show it until he did.  Little Bear swam up behind her and wrapped his arms around her back, cuddling into her neck and holding on.

	"I'm done swimming now.  Let's do something else." He mumbled into her neck fur.

	Mother Bear turned her muzzle and nuzzled him back, then swam back to the rocks.  She was relieved to see her clothing was still there in the heap where she'd left it.  That they may have been taken hadn't crossed her mind until she saw them.  Her son slipped off and stood on the rocks basking in the sunlight, arms spread and face lifted to the sun.

	"Lets dry here, I don't want to go in." The boy may as well have ordered.

	"Very well, Little Bear."  His mother replied, standing next to him and lifting her arms and face the same way as he did to the sun.

	Mother Bear was getting tired though and wanted to rest more than she let on.  She sat down and then lay on her back to give her arms a rest.  The sow grunted in amusement as he flopped down onto her and pulled him onto her.  He rested his head on her soft breast pillows and let his arms droop down her sides.  She stroked over his belly fondly as they lay together, mother and son, in the warm mid-afternoon sun bare and exposed to anybody.

	Little Bear snuggled in, his ears rubbing against her breasts pleasantly.  He turned and nuzzled her right pillow and fondly licked at her.  His tongue over her wide areola and nipple.  The boy really liked hes mother's paw stroking his belly and her other paw stroking his chest.

	He really liked listening to her breath and the rise and fall of his small body as her chest rose and fell with her breathing. Little Bear stretched, still laying on her comfortable front.  His own paws rubbed along her sides, mimicking her technique of dragging her claws through his fur going up and smoothing the fur out with her palms coming down.  She squirmed a bit at his first few attempts but then sighed when he got it right.  A comfortable sigh like his own when he she had started.

	Little Bear looked up, at her.  "Would you like to explore me, mother?"

	The older bear bent her head up and kissed his nose. "Perhaps.  Though I've seen most of you before, my dear Little Bear"

	Her paws slipped lower though, and he felt them touch him in the one place she hadn't touched since he was a baby crawling around and unable to bathe himself.  He giggled at the touch, uncertain how to respond to it.  Her fingers on his sheath and scrotum, her one paw big enough to cover them entirely, felt nice on them.

	Mother Bear squeezed her son's boyhood lightly through his soft protective skin.  His tensing told her that even with as young as he was, it was very sensitive.  Another squeeze with no up or down motion and she kissed him again.

	"Like this?" She asked him.

	"Uh huh..." He wanted her to keep holding him there.

	The older sow knew exactly what his body wanted, as even as young as he was she could feel that part of him responding.  She'd seen it respond to less in the past, becoming erect even when he was a baby being washed in the tub, but this was the first time she'd ever tried to make him stiff.  Her finger wiggled against the his sheath slit, making her son stiffen in body more than just a certain part.  Lifting that finger up to her lips she licked it a few times and lowered it back down to his tip again.

	Little Bear's muzzle pressed into her breast more firmly as he felt that fingertip press against that entrance to his body.  Her broad digit stretched his lightly furred boyish skin but not to any uncomfortable level.  He rather enjoyed the odd filled sensation, especially when that finger inside him rubbed something else inside him.

	She rubbed at his penis tip with her one finger while the other hand continued to rub his belly steadily.  The basic touch along with the intimate made it more comforting to her son but she could feel him getting more squirmy on top of her anyway.  His young maleness was also pressing against her finger and trying to push it out of the way.

	Mother Bear held her finger inside for a few seconds longer and finally slipped it out.  Little Bear grunted softly at the gentle release of that pressure inside only to clench his thighs tightly together around her other paw as it squeezed around his penis through his sheath.  She held on, gently pumping up and down, letting the soft protective flesh slide along his much more sensitive stiffening length.

	Her son's breathing had grown faster and his paws clutched at her sides as she continued to rub him.  Little Bear made such cute noises for her as her paw pumped faster.  Even without touching his actual erection she was stimulating him more than enough.  The soft bit of furred skin in her paw couldn't stroke his entire erection as he grew to his full youthful four inches.  With his stiffening his sheath had tightened down to only cover just past two inches of his shaft.  Her paw had had to pull back to using just two fingers and she stopped suddenly.

	"Should I continue exploring, Little Bear?" His mother murmured into his ear.

	The cub whimpered a bit, not liking her stopping the really neat feeling touch.  He scrubbed his cheek against her breasts, one then the other and looked up at her.  His paws let go of her sides and he stretched again before answering.

	"Uh huh, it feels really nice..." He finally said.

	"Alright, just a little longer then..." She kissed his forehead and her paw moved back.

	Mother Bear took a deep breath and slid her paw over his young testicles, stroking, cupping, and giving them a light squeeze.  They were still tight against his body.  He seemed to like her rubbing them but he gripped her arm and tried to pull it higher.

	"Not there, Mother...On me again." He giggled from not knowing what to call it.

	"Oh, of course." She pat his balls and again grasped his penis.

	Her new grip went around his actual shaft and the different made her Little Bear tense on top of her again.  She let go, leaned forward, and drug her paw along her own moist slit below his bottom.  When she gripped him again he felt much more comfortable.  Her wet grip was smoother and less rough as she stroked him.

	Mother Bear's arms felt weak from her own repressed excitement as she stroked her son.  Up and down, steadily moving.  Her grip was light around him, just firm enough to hold on.  To and from his tip to his groin, her palm slid back on the way down to make room for her fingers to stroke him fully.  His nose was filled with the scent of her arousal while she took in the delicate light scent of his.  Their musk mingled pleasantly on the breeze as the fur on her arm rustled against his with each stroke.

	Little Bear didn't remember anything like it happening in the baths when he and mother had been naked together.  He really liked it though.  It was great to get older, he thought as he shared this new experience with her.  The touching made the rest of the great day pale in significance as his hips pushed up against his mother's touch.  He liked the feeling of his heart racing, though he was concerned about a growing urge to pee.

	That urge grew steadily and his slender young butt soon rubbed and bounced on her lower belly as it demanded he go.  Whining he tried to get her attention to it but his mouth didn't want to work.  He finally closed his legs and she stopped.

	"I have to go, Badly!" He managed to gasp out to her.

	Mother Bear shook her head. "You only think you do, Little Bear."

	She rubbed him again, making him squirm.  Her extra stroking pushed something over inside him and as he scrambled free to try to pee he slipped off.  She caught him and helped him back onto her belly as he had his first orgasm.  He turned to face her trying to cry out and the boy's penis spurted a few drips of fluid onto it instead.  She sat up and hugged the blissful if scared child.  He felt his boyhood pressing against her belly, pulsing hard, while she stroked his back and kissed his cheek.

	Her kisses calmed his worry about the sensations and the good feelings took over better.  Mother Bear kissed him again, on his lips.  He stared into her eyes while she let him float through his pleasure.

	Little Bear didn't pull away from the kiss.  It felt nice, especially with the tickle in his groin.  He kissed her back, uncertain of how he should but trying anyway.  The young bear hugged around her broad shoulders for the length of the kiss with his hands trying to rub her as she rubbed him.

	They held the kiss for a minute.  His cheeks felt hot near the end of the kiss as he felt a little embarrassed.  He couldn't say why until he saw the bead of sticky stuff on his mother's muzzle just on the side of her nose and remembered he had just peed on her.

	Little Bear looked down "I'm sorry I peed on you..."

	"Oh... you didn't pee on me.  That was something else, dear.  Don't you worry about it tonight, it's not a bad thing at all, though you did surprise me a little." His mother rubbed her cheek to his. "Now what would my little man of the house like to do next?"

	Her ears perked up at the sound of bushes rustling not far off and she knew they had to go, quickly.  She didn't want to startle him though so she was forced to stay sitting up, naked, with him on top of her.  Thankfully for her, the boy yawned and said he wanted to go home instead of more playing.

	"I think that is a very sensible idea."  Mother Bear smiled and bent to pick up her clothes.

	Little Bear caught her arm and shook his head. "Uh Uh, mother, I want us to go home free and bare!"

	He grabbed her clothes and darted off to the path.  His mother yelled, then laughed and ran after him.  She hoped the bushes were nothing and, indeed, saw nobody around.  Her son was waiting on the path standing with her dress and panties over his shoulder.  When she came close enough he took her hand and started a slow walk back.

	Mother Bear felt acutely embarrassed as she walked slowly, oh so slowly, back to their home.  Little Bear paused just as much to look at things in the slowly dimming sunlight while his mother looked around constantly. She stood, naked for anybody to see, but hoping nobody would.  Little Bear ran off the path and she had to follow as he ran to an apple tree.  He made her lift him up to pick several, which he stored in her dress.  They spend nearly half an hour picking apples and packing them into her dress.  He tossed a lot aside due to bruises while his mother had to be naked with him.

	Really he wanted her to feel the same freedom he enjoyed and not be so worried about it.  At last she suggested that they had enough and should go in.  He tried to assert his authority as In Charge and made her pick a few more higher up ones.  The boy enjoyed watching her climbing the tree bare... her chest wiggled in a really funny way as she moved.  He finally took her hand again, bent double under the weight of her dress and fruit.

	Little Bear stopped a few more times and, though they saw nobody on the way back, Mother Bear was very glad when they finally got to their home.  She opened the door and Little Bear happily went went in first, again asserting his In Charge and Man of the House status for fun.  Inside Mother Bear shut the door and leaned against it feeling very relieved.   She smiled at the boy as he asked her to peel an apple for him.

	"Well, I should get dres..." She started to say, but saw his expression get a little sad.  "Alright, I'll stay bare, just like you my sweet Little Bear."

	The older bear picked him up and kissed his cheek.  She set him back down and led him into the kitchen to help her make supper.  They spent the night naked.  Reading a story.  Playing with his toys.  Mother Bear felt very embarrassed, but so free and unconfined.   She and Little Bear fell asleep together on her big chair.  His arms around her, hers around him, the story book in her paw, until it slipped and fell to the ground when she nodded off fully.
