2 comments/ 109191 views/ 4 favorites No Boundaries By: fitasfook Sally wasn’t sure if Pete would be able to make it - she knew how difficult it was for him to get away but she was ready and waiting anyway. She was wearing a cotton white blouse which just came to the top of her thighs and a pair of high heeled black boots, underneath she had on black stockings and suspenders, this was the only underwear she had on except for the enormous black strap-on she had bought some time earlier! She had a small butt-plug in her ass that was quite short but very wide and she knew she was full with the strap on strap holding it in place. She tried to conceal the strap-on inside the blouse so she could surprise Pete with it when he put his hands inside her shirt but it was quite difficult to keep hidden, as it was so big. Ah well, she'd just have to hope that he made a grab for her as soon as he came in then there'd be less chance of him seeing it first. Either way she was dripping wet at the thought. Just then there was a light tap at the door, she looked through the curtains and saw his car parked under the lamp. She opened the door to let him in and watched his face as he took in her outfit, sure enough he didn’t waste any time in reaching inside her blouse, exposing her breasts and then looking down and seeing the huge strap-on between her legs - his face was a picture - she knew how much it turned him on to see her dressed as a slut like this and she was only too happy to oblige. It had been so long since they'd been together like this and she couldn’t wait to feel his fingers exploring her cunt and playing with her clit again - she gently guided his hands down from her tits and he knew exactly what she wanted - no-one did this to her as well as he did - he knew just where and how to touch and it was as good as she remembered and had fantasised about so often. She just leaned against the front door in all her glory as Pete touched the strap on and eased the strap aside to finger her cunt. She was wet and his single finger slipped in and rubbed her urethra and upwards to her clit – she nearly fainted as he squeezed it and rubbed it in circles. All of a sudden he stopped and pushed his finger to her lips – she sucked her juices from his finger with a long sigh. She pulled him into the room, made him stand in the middle of the room and slowly began to undress him. As he stood there she removed every last piece of clothing until he was naked with a stiff cock – which she avoided touching. She picked up the blindfold and placed it over her eyes. He was starting to breath heavy as he loved to be dominated as well as dominate and Sally knew all the soft touches that made him shake with horniness and the hard touches that made him almost empty his balls without even a touch. Some time ago she had bought some underwear for him and this was laid out waiting. It was a pair of ladies pants with huge tassels at each side, which she was looking forward to unfastening to reveal his throbbing cock. She also had the exact same stockings and suspenders that she was wearing, in his size. This was a game the both loved – something to do with the role reversals and taboos behind cross-dressing. She knew he would be happy to wear anything she had bought for him - there was no longer any embarrassment between them, they had talked about and tried so many things that sometimes it was as if they read each others minds. Although it was difficult for them to meet as often as they would like, somehow this added to the excitement and when they did meet there was never any hesitation, they just carried on as if they had never been apart. Once he was blindfolded and totally naked she could not resist lowering her head to him and sucking just the tip of his cock while easing her hand round to his ass and gently teasing around the outside with her fingers. Just enough to let him know what was to come. She reluctantly stopped doing this while she ran the stockings and pants she had bought for him all over his chest and cock, up between his ass cheeks, all over his thighs and up to his nose. They smelled of her perfume and made his cock throb, almost painfully. She sat him on the sofa and pulled the stockings on, lightly touching his cock, by accident of course. She stood him up and fastened the suspender belt around his waist and attached the straps. His cock and ass were perfectly framed by the sheer material. Now was the time for those silky pants – which were bought one size too small to really make the feeling sexy. Getting his cock into them was impossible so she let the head peek out and planted a wet sloppy kiss right on the end, picking up some precum on her tongue that she licked her lips with. She stood up and rubbed her stocking clad body all over his, this feeling excited her as much as him, the naughtiness and kinkiness of it being the thrill. By now Sally’s shirt was open and they stood before each other, Sally in her shirt, boots, stockings and suspenders and the strap-on and Pete wearing the red pants with the tassels at either side, stockings and suspenders and a hard on as big as hers. She whispered that the camera was set up to take a digital picture every 30 seconds and that the digital video camera was in the corner capturing all this so they could have some shots for there friends at their next party in their gloriously perverted outfits. By now his cock was so erect that it was leaking precum over his pants. She knelt down and slowly undid one side of the pants and pushed his throbbing cock into her mouth, while a finger eased between his legs and into his arse at the same time. He often helped her do this and tonight was no exception, as he gently pulled his cheeks apart so she could probe further with her fingers. Then she moved around to hit arse, pushed her face in between his cheeks and slowly lick his cheeks moving into the centre where she could push her tongue into him. The camera flashed for yet another shot and she knew she would really enjoy looking at this picture over and over again as she relived it in her fantasies. She was behind him now with her hands at the top of his legs, the backs of her hands gently brushing his beautiful balls as she worked her tongue in and out of his arse, then bringing her hand round to stroke the outside of his hole, then her tongue inside, then her fingers, she spent some time doing this and enjoyed listening to his moans of pleasure while she prepared him to be fucked with the big black cock that was between her legs. She knelt him down and made him place his shoulders on the floor and raised his ass up in the air just like he did to her when he wanted to really fuck her long and hard in her cunt or arse, a truly subservient position. He loved to be like this and just wished she would find another man or preferably a transsexual to fuck him for real, but he knew that would come with time. She made him spread his cheeks wide apart so his hole was exposed. She put some lube on the cock and slowly wanked it letting him hear the squelching it made in her hand. She then slowly eased to his hole and gingerly pushed. He felt it start to enter into him, as his pleasure increased and she gently at first, then with increasing intensity slid the cock in and out of his arse, all the time enjoying the sound of his pleasure. After a few minutes she slid out of him and lay back, still wearing the strap on and stockings, she wanted him to give her some pleasure now. She told him to remove the blindfold and make her come. He turned to face her and starting with her breasts, biting them hard, then moving down over her stomach, he soon had his tongue inside her and was sliding it into her and over her clit. He eased his hand to her arse and found it stuffed with the butt plug. He pushed it as he nibbled her clit and started to pump her arse with the plug hearing her gasp every time the wide part stretched her arse and then filled her to the brim again. Sally was still lying on her back, knees raised, with Pete's head between her legs and his tongue in her cunt. He flicked her clit till he heard her breath come in short bursts and then stopped and eased his cock into her tight cunt. This was difficult with that wide butt plug but he managed it and pumped for only a few seconds before she was screaming she was coming. When she got he breath back she announced that it was kink time – as if this wasn’t enough for any man. She led him into the bathroom for his next surprise. There she had a length of tubing attached to the tap and a funnel. She ordered him into the bath, kneeling again with his ass raised. She lubed the funnel end and inserted it into his ass. She made him stay there and listen to the running water around his knees while she went to get the cameras and set them up there too. When she was finished with the cameras she picked up the tubing and slowly started to fill the funnel with warm water. This wasn’t too successful so she removed the funnel and eased the tube into his arse and made him clench. When he screamed she pulled it out and told him to hold it. He held as long as he could until his arse exploded with a bit of shit and loads of warm water. The feeling was so perverted he loved it – his cock showed how much he enjoyed it. She spent some time enjoying the pleasure of giving him an enema before Sally eased the butt plug from her arse, which had a little shit on the end, and sat it in the basin. She sat on the edge of the bath, pulled the strap on straps aside and inserted the tube and filled her arse to the brim, something she hadn’t actually done before but she wanted to see how far Pete would go. She pulled his face to her cunt, which was on fire, and he lapped for all he was worth while she let the water cascade from her arse all over his chest. She came so hard, her cunt squirted some cream – the first time that had ever happened and her arse dribbled and farted the last drops into the bathtub. Pete's face was still licking her cunt, she pulled her lips apart and exposed herself fully to him, and she teased him like this for a little while because she knew how much he liked to look at the fleshy lips of her cunt. As he did so she felt the urge to pee and wondered if she could really do this and would he like her to? She threw caution to the wind and pushed and soon the warm liquid was running over his face and into his hair. The look of surprise on his face made her laugh. He lapped at it, tasting it and rubbing it in his face and chest. When she squeezed the last drops out he stood up, ordered her to kneel in front of him and suck his cock and finger his arse. She did so with relish and managed to get three fingers in to the knuckles. The pleasure was almost unbearable and he didn’t want her to stop, but he wanted to return a favour. He concentrated but couldn’t for the life of him, piss. He stopped her blowing him and turned round to allow her to lick his arse again. Maybe he could go soft enough to piss now? She licked like it was her favourite food and fingered him hard, although he liked it his cock softened a bit. Now was his moment. He stopped her and told her to suck him again. She started to suck and he let himself go. Yeah, he just stood there and pissed in her mouth. She coughed and spluttered a bit removing his cock from her mouth but looked him straight in the eyes and swallowed a mouth full, winking as she did so. She held his cock and soaked her face, hair and that cotton shirt. She was rubbing her cunt hard as she did so. She soon stood up and held the cock to her cunt and stood there staring into his eyes as he pissed all over her cunt and stocking clad legs. For the first time that evening they kissed on the lips, their tongues pushed into each other’s mouths, their arms around each other, tasting each other’s juices and piss. They both shivered with the severity of it all and knowing it was all, hopefully, captured on film. Sally then got bossy, ordering Pete to turn and put his hands on the wall, as she pushed the strap on cock into his ass, calling him her “sissy piss whore” as she brutally fucked into him. She continued for a few minutes and exclaimed “my turn”. She pulled the cock from his arse fast and hard with a loud plop, turned and put her hands on the wall and shouted “fuck both my holes … now … and fucking hard … make me come again”. He pumped her cunt a few times then eased into her arse, then her cunt and then her arse. Over and over again until she was screaming to ram it home in her arse, and when he did she came, loud and long, so hard she wet herself again and started to buckle at the knees. They both collapsed into the tub, her face near his cock and he pumped it a few times and shot his cum over her lips. She loved that, leaned over and kissed him hard, pushing her tongue into his mouth sharing his cum with him. They hugged a while and stripped, and showered – fingers everywhere again but they managed to get clean and they wrapped themselves in a towel each and went back into the warmth of the living room. This seemed like a good time to have a break, a beer or two and discuss what to do next and just how far we could go. Now the boundaries have been breached the only limitations they had was their imagination. They still had 3 hours before Pete had to return home to his wife and Sally’s husband would be home from work. Doing it in Sally’s house was part of the thrill, Sally knowing what she had just done in the bathroom as her husband takes a shower or has a piss, and Pete knowing his work colleague always talked to him about his wife and what a bore in the bedroom she was, not even blowing him anymore. If only he could see the pictures and video. No Boundaries The previous night's snow storm had blown in and passed on through in only a few hours, but it left serious trouble behind. The roads were horrible, and the minute they were plowed they were covered again. The wind had picked up and the snow was drifting all over the place. For some reason, February was the worst month of the year for snow. Currently, Victoria Kennedy was coaxing her sports car through the drifts, over the ice, and trying to keep it on the road. Not an easy task. She was on her way home from work, and once there, she was off for two weeks. Victoria had some vacation time and she was overdue for one. Valentine's day was the following week, and she had recently broken up with her boyfriend, though he hadn't been around for long. He wasn't really even her type. But she was just tired of being lonely. Well, it was back to alone because she had gotten rid of him. "Valentine's is another word for 'sucker'." She spoke aloud. In real time, she was only about four minutes away from home, but in bad road time, it was more like ten. The end was near though; she was in the home stretch. Victoria had recently bought an old house, and it needed some serious work. Her goal in life was to get a lot of house things accomplished while she was off. That would make her feel better. Maybe she could get her cranky neighbor to lighten up some also. The man that lived next door was pretty gruff. He wasn't much older than Victoria's twenty-nine years, but he seemed older because of the cranky factor. His name was Andrew Hathaway, and he was pretty attractive...and she bet he would be even more so if he would turn that frown upside down. The rest of the drive passed in a blur, and the next thing Victoria knew, she was turning into her driveway. She parked in the circle by the porch and shut off her car. A flash of something dark moving along her house caused her to freeze. What had that been? A dog? Some other animal? No, it was too big... Victoria squinted, staring into the inky blackness that was pointedly darker than the blinding white snow. She wasn't seeing anything else. Cautiously, she opened her car door and stepped into the snow. It muffled her footsteps as she approached the porch, leaving her car door hanging open. A figure stepped around the side of the house and she screamed. She heard something hit the wood slats that sounded like ice pellets, and she turned and ran to her door, frantically fighting with the lock. "Would you calm down, dammit!" Strong hands grasped her arms and she screamed again. "For God's sake woman, stop that racket!" Something in the voice gave her pause. Victoria whirled around and stared, wide-eyed, at her Mr. Cranky Pants Andrew. "You couldn't have identified yourself?" Now she was mad...but mostly because she'd pretty much made an ass of herself. "I didn't figure you'd think I was a serial killer. I'm sorry." Andrew turned and stooped down to pick something up. It was a little plastic bucket. "What are you doing with that?" Now Victoria sounded like the cranky party. "I shoveled your porch, and just went to get some salt. It should help tomorrow. I was getting ready to do your sidewalk." "Oh, thank you, Andrew. I appreciate that, but you don't have to.." "It's no problem. Just don't scream next time, all right?" He was back to gruff. "You took me off guard, that's all. I didn't expect...no one has ever..." He shifted uncomfortably. "No big deal." The pause was awkward, and finally Victoria turned and unlocked her front door. Andrew spun at the same time and took the porch steps two at a time, heading to her car. He slammed the door shut, then retrieved his shovel. Back to work he went. "Wow." Victoria spoke to herself once the door was closed. "What's with that guy?" She made her way through the house, leaving a trail of lights on as she headed for the bedroom. First order of business was to get these damn clothes off, and into something comfortable. Black yoga pants and a gray tank top were whisked from the drawer, and she pulled an old button down sweater off the hook on the back of the door. Comfort level- now at one hundred percent. Victoria left several lights on, but went back downstairs. She wanted some coffee, even though it was six o'clock in the evening. She had a lot of work to accomplish, and planned to get started tonight. She glanced out the window, and Andrew was still out there, painstakingly shoveling the walk and a path to her car. She decided to offer him some coffee. She set the pot to brew, which only took a few minutes. She turned on the electric heater that lived in the drafty old kitchen, and shivered. Her first order of business should be insulating this place. The windows practically whistled. One step at a time, she told herself. Victoria made her way to the front of the house, sliding her feet into her slippers that she kept by the door. Andrew was sprinkling salt, and once finished, he glanced up at the house and saw her peeking. Victoria felt herself flush, getting caught looking at him. She had a good reason though, right? And surely if he was kind enough to shovel for her, meant that he must be a nice guy, right? Without giving herself time to think about what she was starting, Victoria threw open the door. Andrew's eyes widened in surprise. He was on his way to tell her he was finished and leaving. But she opened the door with such invitation in her eyes...he mentally shook himself. Just because she was cute didn't mean she thought he was. And he wasn't interested anyway. So. There. "Just wanted to tell you I was done." "Please, come in for some coffee. I feel bad you've been out there freezing." And I think you're cute in a mean way and I want to get to know you. That part she didn't add aloud. "That's not necessary. I was just helping out." "Please?" Victoria didn't know what made her say that, when she had entire sentences planned for when he declined. "All right." He gave a brief nod of his head. Victory for Victoria! She smiled and turned, leading him to the kitchen. "Cream, sugar, artificial sweetener?" "Black." "Easy man." "In some cases." Hmm. Victoria didn't get much of a chance to think about that answer. "So what in God's name prompted you to buy this place? It's falling down around you." That was friendly... Victoria rolled her eyes at the kitchen cupboard. "This house used to be in my family. It was sold when my great-great aunt passed away. I always loved it; in fact, we used to spend summers here when I was very young. I wanted it. I bought it, even if it is a beast. The previous owners didn't keep up on much." "They were old and unable. I wondered what made them keep it as long as they did." Victoria handed him his cup, then took her own and sat at the table, gesturing for him to do the same. "What prompted you to come over and shovel?" Andrew grimaced. "I used to do it for them. Force of habit I guess. Plus I knew you were alone, so I didn't figure you'd think it was priority." "It wouldn't have been. Thank you." He grunted, and Victoria chose to hear 'you're welcome' in that guttural sound. "I'm off for the next two weeks, so I plan to get quite a bit accomplished. I'm mostly unpacked, other than some storage stuff that needs to go to the attic, but I hate those stairs." "I helped the old owners quite a bit, with remodeling stuff. They wouldn't fix a leaky spot in the roof, but damn if that old lady didn't want a spa for a bathroom." "You did the bathroom?" Victoria's brows lifted in surprise. "Yeah." Andrew swigged his coffee. "It's gorgeous. I think its my favorite room in the house." Victoria could swear he blushed a little. "Well, if you need any help, let me know." "Would you mind coming over and making a list of things that need attention? I can see obvious stuff, but there might be something wrong with the foundation or something stupid that I'm not going to see. That way I can figure out what I can do, or what I need to hire out." "I'm a contractor. I could do all the work for you." "You'll have to give me a bid of course. Then we'll see." Victoria's tone was light...she thought she might be flirting. Andrew's eyes narrowed slightly, trying to judge if she was serious or not. "Believe me lady, you want what I can offer." Victoria blushed, getting beat at her own game. "Then I guess I'll count you in." A frisson of tension wound its way through the room, crackling between them. He was better looking up close than he had been from a distance, and then in the dark. His hair was a medium brown, in need of a cut. His eyes were also brown, but they were shades darker than his hair. Angular bone structure made him look like a warrior. His jaw was strong, and his chin was just daring her to defy him- or kiss him, she wasn't sure which. He was of medium build, but at least a head taller than her, and from what she could make out, he was well muscled, but not that fake kind that came from a gym. The real man kind that said he worked for a living. Andrew took the time to examine her also, seeing what he could of her body through her clothes. Curves. A dangerous road full of them. She was a little on the heavy side, but damn if she didn't dip and swell in all the right places. Freckles dusted her face, which was at odds with her almost black hair. It curled and tumbled in a thick mane that reached her bra strap. Her eyes were a peculiar shade of brown- almost coppery. All in all, Andrew figured he'd enjoy his time spent with his new neighbor. Probably enjoy it a little too much, and not get enough work done for staring at her. "Thanks, Miss..." "Oh, please. Call me Victoria. May I call you Andrew?" "'Course. Well, thank you for the coffee. I'll come over in the morning and we'll get started." Victoria's eyes almost glazed over...she'd rather get started tonight and finish in the morning, but that was neither here nor there. "All right, Andrew. I appreciate everything." She saw him to the door. "Night." He strode purposefully off her porch, snatched his shovel, and made his way next door. "Interesting." Victoria shoved off the doorframe and headed into her biggest project yet. Victoria stayed up until two o'clock in the morning, straightening things up, organizing the furniture into what rooms she wanted it in. Once settled, she shoved everything to the middle of the rooms, and covered them with drop cloths. She had made a list of each room, and what color paint she wanted for the room, along with it's dimensions. Up at six, she chugged coffee while she got ready. Peeking out the window at her neighbors house, there didn't seem to be a sign of life, so she headed off to the hardware store for her paint. It took longer than anticipated, and she was decidedly frazzled when she pulled into her drive and saw Andrew lounging on her porch swing. "I'm so sorry! I was hoping to slip out and beat you back. But this kindly old fellow at the hardware store was more interested in conversation than paint, then he mixed the wrong stuff twice, and..." "Calm down. It's not a big deal. And that kindly old fellow is Mr. Walker. He's worked there since he was sixteen." Andrew flashed a grin and Victoria felt it down to her knees. Andrew came forward and helped her carry the paint. Not wanting him to think she was a monster, she felt compelled to add, "On a normal day, I would have thought he was precious. But I was in such a hurry...I'll have to take him out to lunch. Now I feel terrible." Abrupt laughter startled Victoria so that she almost dropped her armload of paint. "I doubt all that is necessary. Just listen when he talks. He's an interesting character." The pair set down the gallons of paint and Andrew said, "I'm going to go ahead and get started. You just do what you need to do. I'll make an itemized list and then we'll go over it." "That sounds like a plan. I'll try to stay out from under you. Your feet I mean." Victoria fled to the kitchen for more coffee, her face on fire. Andrew chuckled as she sped away, then got down to business. Some time later, Andrew found Victoria in the parlor spray waxing furniture. Everything was in the center of the room, and drop cloths waited to be draped over the treasures. "Well, you've got quite a list. New windows, bathtub needs caulked, some walls need spackle..." "Are you going to bore me with that whole list?" Andrew looked up in surprise. "I thought you wanted to know what you could do yourself?" "Tell me those things." "Any of it." They stared at each other for a moment, laughter quivering on their lips. "Andrew, I trust you. I'd love for you to work on this house, if you'd like the job. Just tell me what to do to stay out of your hair." "You can start spackling because I know you're anxious to paint. The bathroom that I've already redone would be a good place for you to start- if you plan on repainting. That room needs nothing." "All right. I know how to do that. When do we start?" "Today?" "Sounds great. Want some coffee?" "Yep, then I'll get started." Soon the smell of coffee and the sounds of restoration were all that you could hear. Victoria wished she could open the windows and let the paint smell out, but there was nothing to be done about that. She set up a fan to circulate the air, and hoped they didn't die from the fumes. The day flew in a flurry of activity. Around lunch time a truck pulled into her driveway, and Victoria went to the window to check it out. Windows. She jolted in surprise. Can you just call and get windows delivered the same day? With a glance at the clock, Victoria decided food was in order. Andrew was greeting the man at the door, and paid her no mind as she walked through to make lunch. The men were chatting in a rather lively manner, and she realized they were talking about the Super Bowl. Holy cow. Man talk. Victoria stuck her tongue out at her refrigerator as she pulled out the lunch meat. "Andrew, lunch." Victoria sat the plates on the table. He rounded the corner, saw the sandwiches and the bag of chips and declared, "You don't have to feed me." "No, I don't. But I'm being a good hostess." "I'm not at a party. I'm working for you." Victoria waved her sandwich in the air. "Stop splitting hairs and eat." The week passed quickly, and before Victoria knew it, her house was coming together. Several rooms were finished, and the last few were almost there. Some things had to wait until summer, but they had made some serious progress. What was also surprising was that Andrew, mister cranky pants himself, was actually a really great guy. Beyond that gruff exterior lay a heart of gold. Victoria knew it in her bones. They'd had coffee together every morning, lunch every noon, and dinner every evening. They complimented each other well, and she wondered if he'd had the same thought. Andrew had warmed up to her, and he was smiling more than frowning, and he even laughed quite a bit. It was a wonderful sound...and he always seemed almost surprised by it. Victoria still hadn't gotten any deep dark secrets out of him, but she was definitely interested. She hoped he would open up to her so he could get to know him better. She held out hope that he would sometime soon. They decided that Saturday would be a day off. So Victoria slept in and her eyes didn't open until nine o'clock. She yawned and stretched, rolling onto her stomach, loathe to get up even then. Her entire body ached. She'd used muscles that week that she didn't even know she had. The thought made her smile, and she shut her eyes, drifting back off to sleep. "Victoria..." The voice was close, and she felt a hand on her arm. As she tried to drift up from the cloud of sleep, she wondered why she was dreaming about Andrew. That was definitely his voice. The hand she felt was stroking her arm lightly, and she waited for it to move someplace more interesting. Victoria wet her lips, wishing he'd kiss her. The voice came again. "Victoria, honey, wake up." It sounded closer. Good. Maybe he'd press his lips to hers, hold her body close to his...she could feel the warmth from him even in her dream. Her body yearned, straining towards him. The pit of her stomach grew warm, even as she felt awareness creep between her legs. She moaned quietly. Victoria smelled coffee. How unusual. Do people smell things in their dreams? Suddenly the bank of dream-fog rolled away, and her eyes flew open. She gasped in dismay. Andrew was perched on the edge of her bed, and two cups of coffee sat on her nightstand. "Andrew." Her tone had almost an accusatory edge. "Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." "Oh. It's not that. It's- never mind. What on earth are you doing in my house, on my bed?" Victoria scooted herself up to rest against the headboard. She brushed her hair away from her face as she did so. "I wanted to go ahead and finish up the wiring in the upstairs parlor. I didn't want you to wake up to random noises, so I thought I'd make my presence known, and bring ya coffee in the deal. You sure aren't very sweet in the morning, are you?" Victoria narrowed her eyes, only halfway serious. "Depends on your definition of sweet. Why are you so chipper this morning? And give me that coffee." Andrew passed it over. "I'm just in a good mood, all right?" She noticed Andrew averted his eyes...so she decided to taunt him a little. What could it hurt? With a wicked gleam in her eyes, she summoned a yawn and stretched. Clad only in an old faded tee-shirt, she knew the tops of her thighs peeked out from between her shirt and the blankets. "You know what I think? I think you like me. I think that's why you're in a good mood." Victoria settled back against the headboard once more, sipping her coffee. "Oh puh-lease." Andrew fairly rolled his eyes. "Don't play coy with me. I know you. You like me." "I've got work to do. Sorry I bothered you." Andrew stood and grabbed his coffee. "Mmhmm." "I can't hear you. I'm almost out of the room." He passed through the doorway. "Next time, don't just sit there. Crawl in with me." Victoria swore she heard the sound of someone choking on hot coffee. An hour and a half later, Victoria tired of hearing all the banging around, and found herself actually missing the banter that she and Andrew shared. He hadn't come downstairs once since she made her coquettish comments, and she started to regret them- almost. At the least, it got his brain working. And if he was attracted to her, well, she would definitely be okay with pursuing some sort of relationship. She had just gotten out of the shower and gotten dressed, when she saw something out of the corner of her eye. Taking the last few steps to the window to see clearly, she saw someone go around the back of the house. She assumed it was a man- he was wearing a ragged old ball cap. Not thinking twice, she ran out of her bedroom, hollering for Andrew. She took the stairs two at a time, and burst through the front door. She briefly registered that he was yelling for her to stop, but she trudged on through the snow. "Stop, dammit, are you crazy?" Andrew caught her arm in a punishing grip. "I saw someone!" "Then you certainly don't go charging after them! What's wrong with you?" He shoved her behind him, and proceeded cautiously ahead. Victoria realized she hadn't seen a car out front, or anything to suggest someone was there. However, footprints zigged and zagged all over this back part of the yard. But workers had been there, and she'd been outside... she wouldn't have thought anything about them had she not seen someone. After a thorough search of the property, they didn't find anyone. Andrew stomped back towards the house, and Victoria followed meekly in his wake. Once inside, she tried to make peace. No Boundaries "Look, Andrew, I wasn't thinking-" "Damn right you weren't!" "Why are you roaring at me?" "Because you could have been hurt! Anything could have happened! If you would have gotten hurt, I don't know what-" He cut himself off abruptly. Very softly, Victoria asked, "Why do you care?" Andrew waited a few seconds, and then lifted his eyes to hers. The depth of what she saw there scared her. This intense longing, attraction, pain...she felt goose bumps rise on her skin. Without a word, Andrew tore his eyes away from her and headed out the door. Hours later, as Victoria ate a can of soup and a salad for dinner, she thought about how weird it was to be eating alone. It had only been a week, but she was used to Andrew's company. The thought of being alone period kind of freaked her out; she was concerned that a strange man was in her yard just that morning. As she tidied up, she wondered about Andrew's reaction. Surely that meant something. He had to care for her for him to get that upset. What was going through his mind tonight? Was he concerned that he let himself care that much? Was he concerned that he gave himself away? Victoria sighed in disgust and put her teakettle on to boil. Hot chocolate made everything better. It had turned dark, but the moon was brilliant that night. With her cup of hot chocolate in hand, she shoved her feet into her snow boots and grabbed a quilt off the back of the couch. Wrapping herself up, she pushed through the front door and went to the railing, leaning against it. Steam rose from her cup, and her breath fogged out in front of her. For some reason, tears clogged her throat. Every time she got interested in someone, things took a wrong turn. And today, she feared that that wrong turn had happened. Andrew was pissed, she was inexplicably hurt, and some pervert had been creepin' on her property this morning. She took a deep breath and a swig of her drink, trying to think of happier things. Her mind of course landed on the fact Valentine's day was next Monday. It was just wrong that it was always wintery on V-day. For some reason, Victoria always thought that it should be sweet like spring, where lover's could take walks and hold hands... "What the hell is wrong with me?" Victoria sat on the top step, set her cup down, dropped her face into her hands and gave into the tears that had been threatening. Andrew watched it all from his seat on the porch swing. He'd held very still so the chains didn't creak. Her anguish was palpable, and he wanted nothing more than to comfort her. But he was scared to death. Watching her rush headlong into potential disaster this morning had petrified him. Thus the reason he was sitting on her porch at ten o'clock at night, freezing his ass off. Andrew planned to sneak in and stand guard on her couch once she went to bed. Great. Now that he thought the plan through again, he wasn't much better than the intruder this morning. And knowing his luck, she'd come racing down the stairs and knock him in the head with one of those 19th century candle holders up in her bedroom. The thought made him smile. He didn't know what was going on with them, but he was willing to find out. "It's Andrew." A startled gasp tore from her throat as she spun her head to look at him. Angrily dashing her tears from her cheeks, she glared at him. "Sorry to be a stalker. I was worried about you." Andrew stood and walked to her, sitting down behind her with his legs on either side of her. He pulled her back between his legs and wrapped his arms around her. Victoria held herself rigid in his embrace, but after several moments she began to relax. "Look. I didn't mean to yell at you this morning. I've never told anyone this, but I had a girlfriend in college. We were on a date, and she saw an old woman getting mugged. Before I even knew what was happening, she had run from my side and went to rescue the woman. I took off after her in a blind run, but I was too late. The guy shot her, got the purse, and got away." Victoria had turned to look at him as he told his story. Her hand covered her mouth in horror. "Was she okay? What happened?" "It took about a year, but she finally learned to walk again. She and I parted as friends around that time...she'd fallen in love with her physical therapist." Andrew's lips quirked into a rueful smile. "Oh, Andrew, I'm so glad she survived." "I am too. Anyway, you rushing headlong out that door sent me into a panic. Neither one of us had any idea what we would find. So please, never do that again, all right?" He lifted his hand and brushed her dark hair back from her cheek. "I'll try. I'm sorry I frightened you." Emotion caused Victoria's throat to tighten. "Let's go in. I'm freezing, so I know you are." Together they went into the house. There was an undercurrent of sexual tension, but there was also a deeper bond that wound its way between them. It was still fragile, so Andrew took her to her room and made sure she was settled, kissed her forehead, then made his way downstairs to sleep on the couch. The rest of the week passed in a blur. After only a few days, the house was back to normal. Victoria felt a tug in her heart that Andrew wasn't going to be a constant in her house or her life anymore. Once his tools were packed, he'd go back to his house and then what? Tuesday night he did just that. As Victoria shut the door behind him, she felt like crying. Wednesday morning she slept in, and bemoaned the fact everything was done. In reality, she should have been excited. With the house work done, she still had several days of vacation left. She could do whatever she wanted. What she wanted...was for Andrew to come back and help fill her lonely days with banter and laughter. Ever since he shared the story about his ex-girlfriend, she had gotten a look inside of him, and she liked what she saw. Deciding that moping about wasn't doing her any good, she got up and started the coffee, then went to get in the shower. Victoria flipped on the radio, and sang along as she washed. The bathroom had gotten steamy, and her mascara was stinging her eyes as she turned off the water and jerked open the curtain. With both eyes shut, she fumbled for the towel, finally grasping it and held it to her face. Once the make up was wiped from her eyes, she could see again, but they still stung. Victoria wrapped the towel around her body and stepped over the edge of the tub, and let out a yelp of surprise. Andrew stood at the doorway, one shoulder propped against the doorjamb. "What are you doing here?" Victoria clutched the towel protectively at her chest. "I got to thinking. I'd rather not be done with this project." "The house?" "You." Victoria swallowed hard, her eyes widening at the implications. "Andrew, I don't want you to be done either." The pair gazed at each other from across the small distance, his eyes half-lidded with desire. Victoria felt herself flush, and knew it started on her chest and made its way to her hairline. He was looking at her like he was going to devour her. And a very primal part of her liked that. A lot. Andrew shoved off the doorframe and reached a hand out to her. She took it, and he turned, leading her into her bedroom. A small smile of victory broke across her lips. He liked her and didn't want to be done with her. She replayed the one word, 'you', through her mind. The tone of his voice sent shivers up her spine. At the bed, he turned and took her in his arms, gathering her close. His lips dropped to her bare shoulder, and his tongue chased droplets of water that still clung to her skin. He gently unwound the towel from her body, and brought it up, dabbing at her hair. Tossing it aside, he gathered her mane in his fist at the nape of her neck, and exerted slight pressure, tilting her head back. "I can't get you out of my mind, Victoria." His lips swooped down and claimed hers. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she focused on his mouth, molding her lips to his, his tongue swiping the seam, begging for entrance. Her lips parted for him and his tongue delved inside, tasting her. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and he pulled her closer. She felt the knit of his sweater on her breasts; the roughness of his jeans against her stomach and thighs. She shoved her hand into his hair, holding his face to hers as their tongues dueled. He released her hair, and let his hands fall to her ass, cupping the cheeks and pulling her up against him. She felt the hardness beneath his jeans, and felt an answering wetness pool between her legs. Andrew released her and turned, pushing her gently onto the bed. She scooted over to make room for him, but he caught her leg and spread it to the side, kneeling on the bed and kissing his way up her thigh. Victoria's breath caught as he moved closer to the center of her; and moaned as his lips found her. His tongue lathed and flicked as his hand moved to spread her open for him. His mouth settled on her clit and he washed it with his tongue also, then his lips sealed around it and he sucked. Victoria's hips bucked off the bed, and he pressed his palm to her stomach, holding her steady. He teased and played for a time, bringing her to the peak of release and then backing off. Victoria fairly sobbed with need, and finally, Andrew pulled back and stood, stripping out of his clothes in record time. She watched as each muscle was revealed, and her eyes shone appreciatively as his body was laid bare. He climbed onto the bed on his knees and settled himself between her thighs. She felt the hard, insistent tip probing at her, and Victoria tilted her hips, trying to draw him in. Andrew rested his elbows by her upper arms and caught her face in his hands. "You're beautiful." His voice was rough with emotion and desire. He held her gaze as he entered her in one long, sure stroke. Once fully embedded within her, he started moving. Andrew's eyes drifted shut for a minute, and his face tensed as he tried to hold himself back. Victoria tried to think, tried to form a coherent thought, but it was useless. She'd never felt so full and fulfilled in her life. Somehow she knew this man was her destiny. She felt it in her bones. Just as his eyes opened, Victoria tipped her hips and wrapped her legs around his waist. He slid in a fraction deeper, and his eyes widened. She smiled and caught his shoulders in her hands. "Love me." Andrew began to move, staying as deep inside of her as he could. The only sounds were that of their breathing and the faint squeaking of the springs in the mattress. Even that faded away as he moved faster, and Victoria felt herself on the verge...Andrew reached one hand between them and found her clit, manipulating it in time with his thrusts. Moments later Victoria exploded, her teeth biting into his shoulder as she came. Andrew gave a few more thrusts, his pace quickening, and he followed her into oblivion. Some time later, their breathing evened out, and their hearts stopped pounding. Victoria curled up against his side like a contented cat, and Andrew's hand rubbed down the length of her back. "I never had much to smile about before you." Victoria smiled and drifted off to sleep. Valentine's day came, and they woke to a winter wonderland. Several inches of snow fell on top of a couple inches of ice over night. Power was out to thousands of people, but Andrew and Victoria were snuggly warm in her house with the fireplaces roaring. The power wasn't out in their area luckily, but they were pretending. "I like this being the only people on earth kind of thing, don't you?" "I used to like me being the only person on earth. But I must admit, it's much better with you." "Flatterer." Victoria rolled her eyes and headed to take a shower. Andrew laughed and followed her a few minutes later. She had just gotten the shampoo in her hair, and he stepped into the stall and jerked the curtain closed behind him. "What do you think you're doing, sir?" "I'm going to have a shower with an adult theme with my Valentine." "Oh, you think so?" "I know so." So saying, Andrew grabbed her body wash and squirted a generous amount in his hand. He rubbed his palms together, creating a lather, and reached for her. Victoria's arms were up as she scrubbed her scalp, and Andrew started at her elbows, running his hands under her arms and down her sides. She stepped out of the spray of water as his hands slid behind her, cupping her ass. He lathered her back, then slipped his hands around to her stomach, up her ribcage, and finally settled on her breasts. His callused hands combined with the silky feel of the soap was incredibly stimulating, and Victoria realized she had stopped washing her hair. She finished and dropped her arms, resting her hands on his shoulders. "Hmm. We might have to do this every day." She smiled at the top of his head. Andrew laughed, and his hands slid over her hips and met between her legs. Victoria gasped as his fingers parted her folds, and he washed her there, ever so gently. She widened her stance, her body asking for more. He moved quickly away, crouching down with his hands stroking her legs. He soaped her feet and she giggled as it tickled. Andrew stood, satisfied she was clean. Before he could do anything else, Victoria made him trade places with her, and he got himself wet while she squirted some body wash into her hands. She followed much the same procedure, but she washed his hair also. As she moved down his body, his cock was already hard and straining towards her, so she took extra time and gave it special attention. Her hands took turns stroking his length, and she finally settled on a steady rhythm, while her other hand washed his sack. Andrew moaned, his hips moving on their own accord, thrusting into her hand. They took turns rinsing, and before Victoria could suggest they move the party to the bed, Andrew spun her away from him and pushed on her back to bend her over. She propped a leg on the edge of the tub, and he reached between them, shoving into her with one thrust. She loved that...that total claiming of her body. She felt like she was exclusively his, and it turned her on more. Andrew's hands moved around and cupped her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples between his fingers as he pumped inside of her. Victoria gasped and arched back against him, bending over further and moaning as she felt him hitch deeper. It only took a few moments before she exploded around him, her inner walls clutching at him, and Andrew was quick to follow. "Happy Valentine's Day, Victoria." Andrew planted kisses along her damp neck. "Ditto, stud." Victoria laughed and stood as he withdrew. She gave him a quick peck on the corner of his mouth, and stepped out of the shower. Andrew's laughter followed her out of the bathroom. Later on, they were watching a movie and enjoying their cozy day. Victoria went to the kitchen to pop some popcorn and get them something to drink, when something caught her eye through the window. "Andrew, I think I just saw someone. Actually, I'm a hundred percent sure I did." Together they bundled up, and headed out the door. Their feet fought against the snow, and their shoes slipped on the ice beneath. They easily followed the tracks, and at the edge of the property where it butted against the woods, they saw the figure. Andrew recognized the ball cap instantly. He started forward, no longer worried that they were going to get attacked. He stopped several feet from the man. "Mr. Walker?" Victoria grabbed his arm and whispered urgently, "The hardware store guy?" Andrew nodded and took a few more steps. "Mr. Walker, are you all right?" The man turned abruptly. "Hello, Andrew, how are you?" "Fine, how are you?" "Good, good. Just bringing Eulalie her flowers." "That's my aunt." Victoria's brow furrowed. "I knew that. I heard that you were relation when you moved in ma'am." "Um, Mr. Walker, what exactly are you putting flowers on?" A dozen roses were clutched in his grizzled hand. "Our tree." He took a few steps forward and laid the roses at the base of an ancient oak. Victoria took a few steps closer, and saw that initials were carved inside a heart. "E.K. + H.W. February 14th, 1940. Why, Mr. Walker, you guys couldn't have been more than ten years old!" "There abouts. Love knows no boundaries, Miss Kennedy. Not age, not time, not distance. I loved her from the minute I saw her. I went off to school, and she got married. Every year, I'd send her flowers. Her husband was my best friend. Once she died, I started bringing them here. I figured if she was gonna get these in Heaven, she'd pick 'em up here." "You do this, every year?" "Yes ma'am." Suddenly, something flashed in Victoria's mind. "Did you come here last week?" "Yes, I did. It was her birthday. I didn't want to bother ya...but is that all right?" Relief washed over Victoria in waves. "Yes, yes Mr. Walker it is. You come any time you want, all right?" "Why, thank you, Miss Kennedy. I appreciate that. Well, Eulalie's got her flowers, and I best get on home." "Please, come to the house and have some coffee before you go. You must be frozen." "I thank you kindly, but no thanks. I just live up the road. I think I'll get on home." Mr. Walker tipped his hat and headed back to towards the house. "Well I'll be damned." Andrew let out a chuckle. "That makes two of us." Victoria wrapped her arm around Andrew's waist and they followed in Mr. Walker's wake. "Look, Andrew. This is my Aunt Eulalie. She was pretty, wasn't she?" Victoria had trekked to the attic, and found an old trunk that contained her heritage. "Mm, yes, she was. Doesn't hold a candle to you though." Andrew dropped a quick kiss to her nose. "Thanks. I think I'll take this up to Mr. Walker. I bet he'd appreciate having it. Which house is his?" Andrew pointed it out, and Victoria bundled up, taking off into the cold. And Andrew had a bright idea. It was much later by then, the last few hours of February 14th closing in. Victoria was right- Mr. Walker had been delighted to get the picture. He even showed her some letters and handmade Valentines he and Eulalie had exchanged. Their simple, sometimes childish writing made Victoria glad inside. Evidentially, she'd learned a lesson that year. Valentine's day wasn't for suckers. It was a day for love, a day for longing, and a day for remembering. She was grateful to Mr. Walker for the lesson. Mindful that she had never taken him out to lunch for being in such a rush the day she bought her paint, she invited him back to the house for dinner. He tried to decline, but she insisted. With a happy heart, Victoria walked beside him as he told her stories about her family from back in the day. They got back to her house and she led him in and got him settled in the kitchen with a cup of coffee. Andrew was no where to be found, and as she searched the house, she had a feeling... Something made her think he was at that tree. She put her coat back on and trudged through the snow around to the back of the property, and sure enough, Andrew was there. As she drew closer, she spoke. "Andrew, it's two degrees out. I brought Mr. Walker back for dinner...what are you doing out here?" He turned with a smile on his face and reached his hand to her. She clasped it and closed the distance. Carved a couple feet above her aunt and Mr. Walker's inscription was a new one. "V.K. + A.H. February 14th, 2011. Love knows no boundaries." "No Boundaries" Water Canoe Area This is a Earth Day Story Contest entry so please vote. All characters in the story are at least 18 years of age even if not explicitly stated in the text. This story follows a mother and son on a canoe trip in the wilderness as they try to resist their forbidden lust for one another. In addition to voting, please be sure to leave a comment, I'd love to know how this makes you feel. * Amber never claimed to be "mother of the year" material, but even as a single mother she managed to provide for her son Jake and stay involved in his life. When Jake was young she found time to be a den mother for his cub scout troop. Like most teenagers, over the years her son pulled away from his mother and spent more time in his own social circle of friends. That's why Amber was shocked when her son asked her to join him on a 2 week trip to the Boundary Waters Canoe Area during the summer before he started college classes. Jake had been to the BWCA the previous summer on a high adventure outing with the boy scouts and really enjoyed the isolation and peacefulness of the north woods wilderness. Amber jumped at the opportunity to spend some quality time with her son before he left for college, but the trip sounded intimidating. It wasn't the rigorous physical requirements which concerned her, she led a very active life including daily runs and regular visits to the gym. However, besides her running and biking on the city trails, she wasn't much of an outdoor gal. Her son quickly dispelled Amber's concerns by reassuring her that he would be there to help and that they would take a backwoods camping and canoeing course before their trip. True to his word, Jake and his mom took the preparatory courses and spent weeks planning for their trip. *** Days 1 - 3 *** Mother and son left early on a Saturday morning with a 2 day drive to reach their launch site in front of them. Immersed in conversation after conversation, the drive went by quickly. The first night the two stayed in a roadside motel and got back on the road early the next day. The drive was tiring and when they pulled into the outfitter's lodge in the early evening of the second day they had a big dinner and went straight to bed. On Monday morning Amber was refreshed and really excited to start the trip. Together with her son, they grabbed a canoe and brought it down to the water's edge. "I still can't believe how little we're bringing along," she told her son. "Pack light and go far," Jake replied with a grin. Amber had never packed this light in her life even for a short weekend getaway and they were about to leave all civilization for more than a week. Their gear included mostly survival essentials. A 2-man tent, sleeping bags, mats, toiletries, fishing equipment and food took up the majority of the allowed space and weight in their packs. There wasn't much room left over for clothing. Amber brought only a rugged pair of zip off pants, a light jacket, a couple t-shirts, 2 swim suits, underwear and a sports bra. Jake was intent on getting on the isolated waters far from the launch site and the first day they paddled hard from launch time to dusk. That first day included 4 short portages and one nearly a ½ mile long. After setting up camp and cooking some fish they had caught for dinner, mother and son crawled into their sleeping bags and were asleep before even saying goodnight. *** Day 4 *** "Good morning mom," Jake said cheerily when his mother emerged from the tent. "Is that coffee I smell?" asked his mom. "And oatmeal," Jake replied. "We need to fuel up for another long day." Jake couldn't help notice his mother. She was still wearing only a t-shirt and panties and in the low 50 degree morning air, her nipples were poking at the shirt's material. His mom was fit and younger than most of his classmate's moms. She had gotten pregnant with him while still in high school and at 36 was hot for her age. His friends often teased him about his MILF. Secretly Jake agreed with them. The 2nd day was a little less strenuous than the first day with 3 short portages and one of about a quarter mile. It had been hours since they had seen another paddler. "I need a break," Amber finally admitted to her son in the heat of the mid afternoon son. "OK, let's find a place to make camp and you can rest while I catch supper," replied Jake. Within 15 minutes Jake was paddling away from his mother on a beach. Amber watched her son paddling away. Without a shirt she saw the muscles in his back, arms and shoulders flexing in the sunlight and she struggled to see her boy in the body of that man. After setting up the tent, Amber decided to remove her athletic style swim top. It certainly was giving her the support she needed while canoeing, but the thick straps and full coverage were not giving her very flattering tan lines. Jake was out of sight fishing somewhere and she doubted anyone else was in the area. After a couple hours of sun bathing, Amber grabbed soap, shampoo, conditioner and a razor, removed her bottoms and slipped nude into the cool summer waters. When Jake rounded the shoreline, he couldn't believe his eyes. Not 50 yards from his location he saw his naked mother bathing in the waters in front of their campsite. She didn't notice him probably because he was concealed in the dark shadows formed on the water by the tall trees and the sun was at his back. Jake reached down into the canoe and pulled out his binoculars. He'd already used them a couple times to get a better look at moose and bear, but he was much more interested in his current quarry. His mother looked like a Nordic water goddess standing in water which tickled the underside of her belly button. His mom's long blond hair was dark with wetness, and droplets of water shimmered on her sleek skin in the sunlight. Jake's dick began to swell in his shorts at the sight of his naked mother washing her breasts, the soapy bubbles cascading down her skin before trailing off into the dark waters. Jake was like most hormone-driven teenage boys, and like his friends, fantasized about his mother. He had often tried to catch a glimpse of her, but never successfully until now. Her breasts were better than he could have imagined, they looked like heavy grapefruit-sized globes of flesh, still held high on her chest. The fair skin of her breasts contrasted deeply with the other parts of her arms, chest, stomach and shoulders which were deeply bronzed from 2 days of exposure to the sun. Capping her fair, globes were large pink nipples ringed with matching 2" diameter areolas. Ever since his trip here last summer, Jake had fantasized about bringing his mother here. In his fantasies he saw her naked and so much more. It seemed like his dreams were coming true. The throbbing stiffness in his shorts was too much for Jake to ignore, so with eyes still looking through the binoculars at his bathing mother, he freed his erection from its corral and started slowly stroking up and down the shaft. Almost immediately he could feel the energetic tingles in the shaft of his cock, building in intensity. His hand moved more quickly, demanding the release he desired. When he climaxed, long streams of thick cum splattered across the sidewalls of the canoe and into the water. Hungry fish greedily attacked the protein strings which hit the water. Amber rinsed the suds from her breasts allowing her finger tips to bump her hard nipples and send shocks of pleasure between her legs. She was so horny. In the comfort and privacy of her own bedroom her nightly routine included masturbating to at least one, but more often two and sometimes three orgasms. The past three nights since leaving the house she had not been alone at night and was robbed of her customary satisfaction. Amber looked around for her son, but didn't see him on the water. She slowly walked out of the water and laid face down on a large beach towel still nude and dripping with water. Instinctively Amber's hand found its way between her legs and gently began to massage her throbbing clit. Her imagination wandered between fantasies and landed, unexpectedly, on the broad back and shoulders of her young son. She quickly pushed the thought from her mind, but as she fought back the throws of her climax, it returned again. Jake was paddling as quickly and quietly as possible to the shore where his mother lay face down, completely nude. He could see his mother's tight ass moving rhythmically in the air and he knew she was masturbating. Jake fantasized about what could happen if he caught her in such a vulnerable state. A large bang from the paddle slamming against the side of the canoe interrupted Amber's building orgasm and alerted her to Jake's approach. Turning she saw her son much closer than expected, not 20 yards from shore. "Jake!" she screamed as she quickly stood and ran away from him, grabbing her clothes and ducking behind the tent. "What the hell." His mother's reaction had not been what he had fantasized and Jake was overcome with shame and embarrassment. "I'm sorry mom," he pleaded. There wasn't much else to say. "I can't believe.... You....," Amber stammered incoherently while dressing. "I'm going to collect some wood for the fire," Jake said pulling the canoe on shore. He figured his mom would need some time to cool off and he wanted to let his erection fade before talking to her. When Jake returned 20 minutes later his mother was sitting on a log by the fire. "I'm really sorry mom," he said again. "No, I'm sorry," Amber answered, "you didn't do anything wrong, I was just embarrassed." "You've got nothing to be embarrassed about," her son replied. "You were just working on evening out your tan, and if you don't mind me saying, you looked really good." His mom smiled. She appreciated his complement and hoped he had been far enough away that he didn't notice what her hand was doing between her legs. Together they prepared a pot dinner with dry potato flakes, seasoning and fish and settled into good conversation about how far they had traveled into the BWCA and the many natural sites they had witnessed. "I'm pretty sore," Jake's mother admitted. "Do you mind massaging my shoulders son?" Jake replied, "sure," stood behind his mother and began to massage her shoulders. "That feels great," Amber said. Her son's hands felt strong yet caring on her shoulders and back, gently rubbing out the knots from the 2 day activity. His touch reignited her hormones and a guilty tingle started between her legs. For a moment she imagined turning, unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock, but quickly pushed away the forbidden thought. Relaxed by her son's massage, Amber was first to crawl into the tent. Jake watched her from the fire. Once inside the tent she pulled off her top and bottoms replacing them with a t-shirt and white cotton panties before slipping into the sleeping bag. Jake had managed to catch a few short looks at his mother's exposed breasts, but nothing like the show he'd seen earlier from the boat. A few minutes later Jake crawled in to the tent and his sleeping bag next to his mother. In the dark quiet of the night Amber waited to hear her son's breathing slow and deepen indicating he was asleep. It had been so long since she had felt the wonderful release of orgasm and couldn't wait any longer. Rolling over to her stomach she began to massage her pussy with the expertise of a single mother with 18 years experience. Her orgasm came within a couple minutes and in the climax an erotic moan somehow escaped her lips. Jake heard his mother's moan of pleasure and knew that she was touching herself next to him in the tent. His dick hardened at the thought. *** Day 5 *** As usual, Jake was up with the son and had coffee and breakfast ready for his mother by the time she stumbled out of the tent an hour later. "We're in the back-country now mom," said Jake over breakfast. "Now we get to relax and enjoy the peace and quiet." Still sore from the first 2 days of paddling, Amber almost cheered at the news. "So, you're going to paddle me around while I work on my tan?" she asked her son. "Sure will," Jake answered, "it's your vacation too." By 9:30 they had packed up the camp and were shoving off into the waters. The sun was already warm and temperatures were climbing into the 80s. Amber used her paddle and the spare to span the distance between the bow of the canoe and her seat then put a blow-up raft on top of them to fashion her sunning spot for the day. Jake's dick never went flaccid while he paddled his mother around the clear waters. While her first swimsuit was athletic and made for activity, the one she wore now was a tiny bikini style so she could maximize her exposure to the sun's bronzing rays. It was light green in color and barely concealed the full round mounds of his mother's breast which parted toward her sides with their weight. Likewise, the bottoms did little more than conceal his mother's forbidden sexuality. When wet they did that poorly, providing an outline of her beautiful pussy lips and landing strip. Around midday, Jake spied a rope swing someone had tied to a tree which stretched over the water. Jake directed the canoe to the shoreline and started to climb the shore. After a few minutes he reached the rope and launched into the air. The swing took him over the water and when he released he was 15 foot above the cool waters. After watching her son swing and splash 3 times, Amber found the courage to try it for herself, while Jake cheered for her still in the water just outside of the landing zone. With a joyful scream, Amber swung through the air and released at the top of the arch, her body accelerating with exhilarating speed toward the water. "Shit!" exclaimed Amber when she came up to the surface. "What's wrong mom?" Jake inquired. "I lost my top," admitted her mother. "Help me find it." The two dove and felt around for Amber's bikini top for 15 minutes before finally admitting defeat. "Will you go get my other swimsuit top," Amber asked her son. "Nope," taunted Jake. "You've got nothing I haven't seen before." "I'm your mother," she answered. "I'm topless and, I'm sorry, but your tits need some sun," Jake spat back. He had a point. If she wore the other suit, her tan lines would be similar to wearing a sleeveless shirt and would look terrible under summer dresses when she got home. "OK," Amber conceded, "but you can't look." "Mom, you have better tits than most of the girls my age," Jake protested. "I won't be able to help it." "Well," his mother paused, "Just try not to stare." Her son's complement of her breasts did not go unnoticed or unappreciated. It felt good to be desirable to a younger man, even if he was her son. "Deal," replied Jake. They climbed back into the boat and paddled around for a couple more hours, Jake's eyes trained on his mothers, pink-tipped, silky smooth globes. The summer heat seemed relentless and finally Jake decided to jump in for a dip. His previous swim in shorts had caused some chaffing as they dried so he decided to shed them before jumping in. His mother was laying on her front so he was able to do this without her noticing. Amber felt the canoe shift beneath her body and heard the splash a fraction of a second before she felt the cool water spray across her back. The splash was refreshing and beckoned her into the water. Standing she faced her son in the water, no longer burdened by modesty, breasts exposed for his viewing pleasure. The lustful look in her son's eyes made Amber feel weak in the knees, she could tell she aroused him and the guilty pleasure was enchanting. Diving from the canoe, Amber swam, eyes closed under water towards her son. She embarrassingly misjudged the distance and she smashed into him while still underwater. In the confusion she felt his erection on her face and then somehow she grasped it in her hand. "What the...?" Amber gasped coming up from beneath the water. She felt angry and embarrassed at the same time. "I'm sorry son, I didn't mean..." Amber stammered. "Its fine, you didn't know," answered her son. "I'm not wearing shorts." "Really..." quirked back his mother. "Wet shorts caused chaffing that I'd rather avoid," Jake continued. "Got it," smiled his mother. Mother and son splashed playfully in the cool waters before starting a game of Marco Polo. The first time her son grabbed her breasts Amber knew this game was not appropriate for a topless mother to play with her naked son, but the touch was probably accidental. Throughout the game, Jake's groping became more deliberate to the point where he would boldly pinch his mother's hardened nipples. Amber knew this was forbidden, taboo in society, but it was just for fun, so she let it continue. The sexual attention and its forbidden nature was making Amber hot with envy. Most of the touching had been by her son, but now she was joining in, letting her hand graze his cock a few times and even occasionally giving it a playful tug. In the heat of the moment, Jake pulled his mother in and began to kiss her. Amber's womanly instincts reacted first, welcoming his kiss, opening her mouth to receive his tongue. Then, like on a delay, her motherly instincts resurfaced. "Stop," she exclaimed pushing away from her son in the water. "That's too far." "I'm sorry," called Jake after his mother as she swam towards the canoe. "I just got caught up..." Amber didn't reply. She was the parent, it was her responsibility. She was angry at herself for allowing it to go too far.... as a mother. As a woman, Amber had never desired anything more than to feel her son's young cock inside her. She almost came thinking about it on her swim back to the canoe. By the time Jake crawled back into the canoe, his mother had found and donned her athletic swim top concealing the temptation from him. They canoed in silence, Amber torn between mother and woman and Jake hoping his impetuousness hadn't ruined any future chance he had with the woman of his fantasies. Their silence continued through making camp and dinner and they even went to sleep without saying anything to one another. Their forbidden attraction and taboo play hung in the tent like a thick, steamy cloud. *** Day 6 *** "We should start heading back today," Amber told her son when she rose for breakfast the next morning. "I don't think I can handle another paddle parade like the one we took to get this far out." "Sure, that's fine mom," Jake answered. "Listen, I'm sorry about yesterday, it's just you're so fucking hot I couldn't help myself." "We just can't let it happen again," his mother answered. "We need to respect the lines." Within an hour they had cleaned up camp and were back on the water headed back to the launch site. They were crossing a large lake when Amber pointed out the storm clouds on the horizon. The two paddled hard, but still had several hundred yards to shore when the winds and driving rain hit them like a hurricane. As the rain fell so did the temperatures dropping from the upper 70s to the low 50s. They couldn't stop paddling long enough to put on their rain gear for fear of losing ground, capsizing or worse. For at least an hour they battled trying to gain the last 200 yards to shore, their bodies exhausted, aching and numb from the cold. Amber wasn't sure they were going to survive this storm. Jake had similar thoughts. Somehow, they finally pulled their canoe on shore and even more amazingly managed to set up their tent in the driving winds and rain. Fortunately their gear was all safe in waterproof bags and their sleeping bags were warm and dry. Even in the relative safety of the tent, Amber and Jake were wet and cold, dancing dangerously close to hyperthermia. Their classes had primed them for this situation. Without saying a word, both mother and son peeled off their cold wet clothes. Jake zipped together the sleeping bags and both damp chilled bodies crawled inside. Jake wrapped his arms around his mother and pulled her tight hoping to preserve whatever body heat still remained between them. "No Boundaries" Water Canoe Area Jake held his mother for survival, but his cock still began to swell with the knowledge their naked skin was pressed together. Amber felt her son's growing enthusiasm harden against the bottom of her ass. Everything was cold, except that glorious warm erection. Amber turned in her son's arms to face him. "Kiss me," she told her son. Ice cold lips met and bit by bit massaged warmth into their companion. Tongues twirled, exploring the forbidden mouth of the would-be lover. Slowly the illicit lust pushed out the cold until a raging forbidden fire grew inside the mother for her son and the son for his mother. Amber felt her son's heated breath, wanted his fire inside her. A near death experience does better than alcohol at relieving inhibitions, and both mother and son knew the reality of their perilous situation. Amber rolled on top of her son straddling him. Slowly and deliberately she began to grind her pussy on her son's swollen cock, coating it with her wet arousal. Jake's hands explored her naked body, firmly grasping her ass, pulling her into him. Up and down his shaft she slowly slid her opening wetness, preparing it to accept the thick snake. Jake's mom reached down and grasped his cock in her hand, raising it into the air then lowering the wanting mouth of her aching pussy. Her son felt the heat of his mother's desire as his thick cock slowly parted her and inch by inch she took him inside. The pressure of her son's cock splitting her was incredible. Very carefully, at first, Amber impaled her wet pussy repeatedly onto her son's pole, each time letting it reach deeper inside her. Jake looked up at his mother who was sitting on top of his shaft, letting it slide in and out of her warm, dripping pussy. Her face was focused and distant, biting down on her lower lip. He watched his mom's heavy cantaloupe breasts bounce with every joyful thrust. Reaching up he felt their great weight in his hands and the silk like skin beneath his fingers. Jake quickly found his mother's hard pink nipples poking into the cold air and rolled them gently between his fingers. Amber moaned at his touch. His mother's noises encouraged Jake's fingers to pull and twist more fervently at his mother's pink buds. The more he tugged, the louder his mom moaned. Amber started to feel the hint of an orgasm from somewhere deep inside her and each pull on her sensitive nipples sent erotic flames between her legs. Jake watched his cock sliding in an out of his mother's pussy, saw it coated with his mother's juices. Above her pussy he admired the triangular patch of curly blond hair which now seemed to point at her opening. He could feel an orgasm building and knew he wouldn't last much longer. Amber sensed her son getting closer to his climax and wanted to share the moment with her son so she started really attacking his cock with her pussy, slamming down hard on top of it each time moaning when it touched her deepest parts. "I'm cumming!" she heard her son yell beneath her and then felt the warm spurts of their forbidden lust shower against the wet walls of her pussy. She was close to her own orgasm and continued her aggressive fucking of her only son. "I can't," yelled Jake beneath her, grabbing her hips and stopping her from moving. "I'm sorry, just too sensitive, I can't handle it," he continued. "It's okay honey," Amber whispered before laying down on her son's chest. Amber felt her son's cock slowly shrinking from her warmth, felt the combined liquid lust dribble out of her wetness. Then, she felt Jake's cock slip out of her. She was still hot with lust and thought about reaching between her legs to bring about her own climax, then about sucking her son's dick back to life. Jake may have finished a bit too early, but before his mother could decide how to finish her own orgasm, she felt his cock begin to grow beneath her. "Young resiliency is impressive," she thought. In a single movement Jake rolled his mother onto her back and knelt between her thighs. In a second movement he pushed his cock into the wet mix of their incest and began pumping it in and out of his mother like a jack hammer. Amber was astounded by her son's stamina and rhythm. She felt trickles of sex in her extremities pool then form small streams, all being drawn deeper inside her soul. The streams became raging rivers violently rushing toward her now aching pussy. "Harder, fuck me harder," Amber yelled at her son, lustful eyes demanding sexual fulfillment. She fought hard to contain her building orgasm knowing that the longer she could hold back its force, the better her release. Every muscle in her body was straining, holding back the inevitable. "Fuck me boy, make mommy cum!" she finally screamed as the orgasm hit. Beneath her son her body rocked with shudders of spastic pleasure, moaning and screaming uncontrollably. Jake watched his mother shaking with ecstasy, breasts bouncing wildly beneath him. Amber nearly lost consciousness, but Jake continued to ram his cock into his mother's pussy. Amber wasn't able to hold back her second orgasm, which gently rippled through her body like an aftershock to an intense earthquake. Jake saw his mother shudder for a second time just before his second orgasm forced more hot sex from his balls into her. When he had emptied his reserves, Jake rolled off his mother and lay beside her. Outside the wind was still howling and the rain was still pouring down, but inside the tent mother and son were warm, protected from the cold by their forbidden and heated hunger for each other. Jake gently stroked his mother's soft skin. Amber knew they had crossed a line. There was no going back, but she didn't want to. Thinking of her son's thick cock immediately caused sparks of lust to tickle the lips of her pussy. Instead of hoping for an end to the storm, she began to wonder how many times her son's cock would bring her back to orgasm before the storm ended. She was hoping for a long day. Jake watched his mother lift up and bring her mouth to his. They kissed passionately until he watched her kiss down his chest and stomach then suck his still soft dick into her warm mouth. Jake's mom savored the flavor of their shared forbidden desire in her mouth and coaxed her son's cock back to life, feeling it grow in her mouth. Jake's hands gripped the hair on his mother's head and used it to guide her movements, fucking her face with his hardening shaft. By the time the rain stopped, Ambers pussy was stretched, quivering with exhaustion and her talented mouth was no longer able to revive her son's cock. Amber was already fearing Jake's departure for college, it was only 2 weeks away. Rather than dwell on the coming loss, Amber chose to fantasize about the 2 more nights on this trip and then the 2 on their travel back home. She was sure that those nights would last her at least until Jake came back for Thanksgiving break.