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Northern Light

By: DoctorHook



Saturday: Constellations 

Brad awoke in the middle of the dark forest alone, cold and hungry. Through gaps in the trees overhead, spattered across the black canvas, the Milky Way Galaxy brightly split the night sky in half. He'd never seen a sky this dark before in his life. He was miles from civilization and the nearest light source. Darkness and solitude like this simply did not exist in the world he knew. 

He checked his watch. It was still nearly an hour before dawn. He was so anxious to get going he couldn't sleep. He turned on his cell phone to check if his mom had messaged him back. He hadn't seen a signal in two days. Just as he suspected, there was no signal and no message. He turned it off to conserve the battery and shoved it in his backpack. He'd made good progress over the last three days. He wasn't due in until Sunday, but his steadfast determination had gotten him 25 kilometers further than he expected. Another grueling 30 kilometer hike would put him with his mom and her family by the end of the day, 24 hours sooner than they were expecting him. 

He was pleased with his pace over the last few days. The year before he had hiked the Appalachian Trail through the entire state of North Carolina, but then he had been hindered by sore feet and a bad case of Giardia. This time around was different. He had a confidence he hadn't had before. 

Brad didn't mind going it alone, but, he thought, a little companionship might have been nice. His father, Gary, had intended to join him, but that was before things changed in his family. Gary had decided that a young piece of ass was more desirable than his wife of 23 years, and had left her that spring. Brad's parents were now divorced and his father had a girlfriend, Roxy. Instead of Brad's mom dropping her two men off at the trailhead and then greeting them 100 km north at the family campsite like they had planned, his father and Roxy dropped Brad off to make the journey alone before heading back to Rochester. Brad wasn't bitter about it; he was hiking for himself anyway. He felt much worse for his mom, who had been blindsided by his dad's sudden unfaithfulness. He knew she was anxiously awaiting his arrival at the campgrounds along with her sisters and their families. 

He lay on his back on the smooth, flat granite that comprised most of the ground around the Georgian Bay, and stared at the stars. Back home he couldn't see even a tenth of this many stars. The view was simply staggering, the countless brilliants nearly giving the illusion of twilight on the black sky. Draco and its great tail slithered directly overhead and surrounded the little bear, easily seen, but almost lost in the seemingly infinite number of stars that surrounded it. 

At last the blackness gave way to purple, then orange. He rummaged through his backpack and found two bananas and a very thick peanut butter sandwich he'd made the night before. Scarfing down his morning nutrition, he pondered the trail he would face today. It was long, and the most rugged leg of the whole trek. He stowed his tent and gathered the remaining tools and cooking utensils that were still scattered about, preparing to leave. 

Even in mid-August, mornings were often chilly in Northern Ontario. But he knew the sun would bring true summer temperatures by noon. He shrugged off the cold and resumed the trail with barely enough light to see his next step. He was going to make it today; he missed his family and was ready to eat some real food! 

At mid-morning, he shed his cold weather gear and sat down on a large tablet of a boulder overlooking a beautiful crystal lake 200 feet below him. A forest of large Eastern White Pines perfectly framed the lake as though it were waiting for Bob Ross to paint it. The sun glinted off the shimmering waves and reminded him that if he hurried, there would still be sunlight by the time he made it to the provincial park where his family was camping. He turned on his phone again—still no service and no message from his mother. He hoped she was doing okay this weekend. It had been a difficult summer since his dad had left her. Brad felt guilty for not being there for her as much as he wished. But a rigid work and class schedule had prevented him from visiting home more often. 

He had always been close to his mom, with rarely a harsh word between them, even though she was the disciplinarian in the house. His dad tended to let him have his run during his teenage years, knowing that boys will be boys—not his mom. She set curfews, asked questions and knew his girlfriends. He never resented her for caring about him, and once he was in college, sorely missed the attention she lavished on him at home. 

He planned to pay back some of that attention to her this weekend. He was going to be her supportive son, because she needed him to be. He felt a little foolish even going on this long hike when he could be spending time with her, but the trail had a strong calling to him. He felt like he was one with the planet when he was living off nature. 

The first sign of humanity that day came in the form of a highway that crossed over the trail. On a hunch, he dug out his phone and turned it on. A minute later, the heart-warming ding that alerted him to a new text message lifted his spirits. 

"Okay, honey. Please be careful and we'll see you Sunday. I love you." 

There was nothing surprising in the message; she'd actually sent it right after he had departed the trailhead, but it felt good to get something from her. Then it dinged again. 

"Haven't heard from you in a while. Are you okay?" Then another, "Baby, please let me know you're not hurt." 

She worried. But the messages spanned a period of three days, so he couldn't blame her too much for being concerned. He alleviated her fears. "Still alive. See you soon. Miss you." He decided not to tell her that he would be arriving today instead of tomorrow. Surprising her would be fun. 

He tarried a minute longer until the phone dinged again. "I can't wait! Miss you and love you." He smiled to himself and turned the phone off. 

The last sign he'd seen had said, "La Cloche 15 Km". He slung his pack over his shoulders once more, crossed under the highway, and picked up the pace in anticipation of surprising everyone. 

Periodic glimpses of the vast Georgian Bay to his left caught his attention throughout the day, reminding him that he was getting close. He longed to reach the campgrounds now, as it had been several hours since he'd eaten and the exertion of covering 30 rocky kilometers in a day was beginning to take its toll on his body. It was early evening, but there was still plenty of daylight left. 

The sign at the entrance to La Cloche Provincial Park was a welcome sight! Further in, he saw the first rows of campsites with their myriad campers, RVs and pup tents. He wasn't sure which site was theirs, but he figured he'd spot a familiar face or vehicle. He would only text his mom as a last resort if he couldn't find them. 

He found a restroom and shower facility across from a large group of campsites and decided to go clean up a little and use the restroom before searching for his family. He dropped his backpack on the floor and washed up in a sink. The cold water felt good on his face, which was adorned with four days' stubble. 

"Dude, that's her right there," said a young man in his twenties to another young man as they paused at the doorway to the restroom. 

"Where? Oh shit, you're not kidding," said the other. 

"Didn't I tell you she was hot?" 

Brad smiled to himself as he listened to the hormone-charged men check out an obviously sexy chick from afar. 

"She's been running every evening and gets all sweaty like that." 

"Damn. Look at her ass." 

Brad dried himself off and collected his gear, anxious to get a look at the girl the two men were fawning over. He peered through the doorway, scanning the campsites, and immediately found the object of their lust. She was about 5 feet 5 inches tall, thin, but curvy, wearing spandex shorts and running shoes. Her light brown hair just touched the strap of her sports bra, and she wore nothing else above the waist. Her ass was absolute heart-shaped perfection inside the tight black spandex. Brad couldn't tear his eyes away from the faceless beauty on display across the road. These guys were right; she was smoking hot. And then she turned around. 

Brad stood in complete shock, seeing the beautiful face that went along with the sexy body. He'd never really noticed the body before, but he'd seen the pretty face a million times. They both belonged to his mother. 

The two men continued to ogle her. "I bet she's not wearing panties," said the first. 

"God, I'd like to find out," said the second. 

The initial shock wore off, although his heart was still beating rapidly. Brad felt a surge of anger listening to these two numbskulls disrespect his mother like that, and felt like reaching out and slamming their heads together. But he just stood there with them, watching his mother sip on her bottle of water, walking off her workout—and doing it sexily. She was 43, but had always looked a little younger. She had clearly gotten trimmer since her husband had left her. Brad always thought his mother was pretty, but standing in the doorway and watching her the way these two men were watching her felt like he was seeing a different woman, not just pretty, but desirable. Desirable? 

His conscience finally gripped his thoughts, pulling him back to reality, and he pushed between the two guys to get out of the restroom. His mother's back was turned toward him again and he crept up behind her quietly. He smiled to himself because he knew the two men were about to watch him get a nice warm hug from the sexy woman. 

"Anybody know where a guy can get some food around here?" he asked her. 

Lori wheeled around and her eyes grew to the size of saucers at seeing her 21-year-old son. "Brad!" she screamed. She lunged at him and fell into his arms. "How did you get here so soon?" 

"I hitched a ride on a bear." 

She laughed and kissed him loudly on the lips. "I was afraid something like that would happen to you! I was so worried!" She looked at her son for a moment. He looked older. It was probably his newly started trail beard. She could see her little boy in his eyes, but he was a handsome man otherwise. She put her arms around his neck and hugged him again, pressing her face against his stubble. "I just can't believe you're here! I missed you so much, baby," she whispered. 

"You've got me now," he reassured. "You'll be sick of me by the end of the week." 

"Not a chance," she scolded. "Let's get you something to eat! We're just over here." 

Brad took delight in surprising his aunts and uncles like he did his mother. It was fun to have his younger cousins worship him for spending so much time alone on the trail, and coming so far. Dinner time came soon after his arrival and he ate like it was his first meal in days, which in some respects, it was. Trail food just couldn't compare to cheesy potato casserole and hamburgers. The aunts simply couldn't believe his appetite. 

After his third helping, Brad was ready to go to the shower facility and get cleaned up from the trail. He hadn't showered in days and figured he probably wouldn't be welcome in any of the campers until he got the trail stink off of him. 

The aunts busied themselves with the dishes in Caroline's camper after dinner. "Wow, Lori, Brad looks fantastic! Was he always that good-looking?" Caroline said to her younger sister. She'd been itching to say something to Lori ever since she laid eyes on Brad. He was always a cute kid, but now he was just straight up hot. 

Lori smiled. "I hardly recognized him! Plus he looked like a vagrant after being on the trail for four days." 

"Best looking vagrant I ever saw," chimed in Julia, the oldest of the three sisters. "How is it he doesn't have a girlfriend?" 

Lori shrugged. "He's had some, but nothing serious lately. He's very busy at school." 

"It's a damned shame," said Caroline. "A hot guy like that going to waste!" 

Julia gasped and slapped her sister on the arm. "That's our nephew you're talking about!" 

Lori doubled over laughing at her two older sisters. Their yearly camping trip was never short on entertainment. Neither were holiday family gatherings. They were all very close and were not afraid to speak frankly with each other. The absence of Brad's dad was felt by everyone this year, and had yet to be addressed by Lori's sisters as a group. The fact that they weren't talking about him was more deafening to Lori than if they couldn't shut up about it. The subject still needed to be broached by Lori before they would unleash their no-doubt passionate opinions. 

"Brad's father was supposed to take that hike with him." 

The two older sisters looked at Lori. Julia spoke first. "Well, if that's not par for the course." Caroline nodded in agreement. 

"What did Brad think?" asked Caroline. 

Lori shrugged. "He tells me it doesn't matter. All that matters to him is that I'm moving on." 

"He's a good boy," proclaimed Julia. "And he's right. That son of a bitch isn't worth dwelling on." 

Lori had been doing her best not to think about Gary's absence, but it had been a lonely summer without her husband and her son. Brad had been serving his summer internship at the company that would be hiring him full-time after graduation. It was two hundred miles from home, and Lori had barely seen him all spring. Being with him on this camping trip meant the world to her. 

Just then Brad opened the door to the camper, turning the heads of all three ladies. He looked much more comfortable in his t-shirt and shorts, and his slightly wet hair looked as good as he smelled. "Can I have my hugs now?" he asked, standing in the doorway. 

Julia jumped up first with her arms wide, hugging him and pulling him the rest of the way into the camper. Giving him a kiss on the cheek, she passed him off to Caroline who lavished the same affection on him. "Oh my goodness, young man! Where have you been all my life?" exclaimed Caroline, not wanting to let go. Brad thought he might have felt Caroline's fingers dipping below his belt in back. 

"Back off, he's mine," said Lori, slipping her arms around his waist and stealing him away from Caroline. She kissed him on the lips and looked at him, touching his face with both hands. "What's this?" She rubbed his stubble with her palms and gave a slightly disapproving motherly smile, but deep down she was happy he had left it. 

They went outside and sat around the campfire. He had the ladies' total attention and regaled them with the high points of his four-day journey in the wilderness. Cousins and uncles filtered over gradually to welcome Brad and find out about his trip. 

As Lori busied herself filleting the pike that her brother had caught that day out on the bay, she couldn't help but notice Brad stealing glances at her. It was almost imperceptible. He was smiling and talking to his cousins, but never looking away from her, and holding her gaze. She returned his looks after a while, once even gazing into his eyes for at least ten seconds. Why was he paying so much attention to her? She felt the usual maternal pleasure looking into the familiar blue eyes of her son, but she also felt something different—a physical reaction she couldn't explain. What was wrong with her? Was it possible Brad was flirting with her? 

Brad sat and watched his mother work on those fish, wondering to himself why he couldn't take his eyes off her. She would look up at him occasionally to listen to what he was saying. Every time they made eye contact, he felt an exciting rush of adrenaline. As he spoke to his cousins, he found himself hoping that every word would entice her to look up at him again. He caught himself wishing for a brief moment that the beautiful woman cleaning the fish wasn't his mother—wishing that the gorgeous ass squeezed into those spandex shorts belonged to someone he might call his girlfriend. 

What was going on with him? He felt himself get hard in his shorts and had to cross his legs to avoid embarrassment. 

Lori felt oddly sexy standing there cutting the Y-bones out of the fish. She hadn't felt wanted in months. Well before Gary had left her, she had begun to feel like an unwanted and spent woman. His growing apathy convinced her she was a barren outcast that was hardly noticed by members of the opposite sex. But lately she had been working out and dropping extra pounds. She wasn't a fool. She knew that men noticed her, indeed lusted after her. But the idea of being with a man other than Gary still made her heart ache, and even turned her stomach. 

The vibe she was getting from Brad was oddly similar to these male glances she had been noticing lately. She knew she was being looked at. But it wasn't turning her stomach; it was turning her on! A young man was checking her out, sexing her up with his eyes and it was her son! Was she imagining the electricity that was flowing between them? She must be. What on earth was going on? 

On a wicked impulse, she turned away for a moment to give Brad a new view of her shapely behind, and then bent over the bucket to get the next fish. She felt like a little tease for doing that, but it gave her a secret thrill that she would keep to herself. She found herself hoping that Brad had noticed her. She was glad the crowd was noisy because her breathing had gotten so heavy it was audible. 

At last she finished filleting the fish and decided to go shower up for the night. It grew late and the family one by one wandered back to their tents and campers. Brad pitched his tent next to his aunt and uncle's camper where his mother was staying. He was exhausted. The long hike today followed by the family time that lasted well into the night had finally taken its toll. He crawled into his sleeping bag and was asleep before his head hit the pillow. 

Lori returned from the shower in her sweats and flip flops and saw Brad's tent set up outside her sister's camper. Everyone had gone to bed, including her son. She had been waiting to talk to him alone all day, and now she would have to wait a while longer. He'd had a long day and she wouldn't bother him. 

Lori's bed in her sister's camper was the converted table seating area. The table was folded down and cushions arranged for sleeping, thanks to Caroline. Lori crawled into her sleeping bag and rested her head on a pillow, her eyes wide open in the darkness. Caroline and her husband, George could be heard breathing in their sleep from the rear of the camper. She hoped George wouldn't start snoring like he had the previous two nights. Maybe it wouldn't matter; she didn't know if she would be able to sleep anyway. 

She couldn't get the thought of silently flirting with her son out of her head. Had she imagined it? Every time she pictured his beautiful eyes taking her in while he sat by the campfire she shuddered inside. She couldn't decide if it was a good shudder or a bad shudder. She missed him terribly and wished they could have gotten to be alone today. But they had the week ahead of them. She was comforted by that thought as she drifted off to sleep. 

Sunday: Meteors 

Lori awoke the next morning later than usual. If there had been any noises in the middle of the night, she wouldn't have heard them; she had slept deeply all night. She decided to go over to Julia's camper to find some coffee, and on her way noticed Brad's tent was open and unoccupied. 

"How did you sleep?" asked Julia as Lori walked in. 

"Like a rock," she said, pouring her coffee. 


Northern Light



"Did George keep you up at all?" 

"Actually, no. I talked Caroline into smothering him with a pillow when he snores. I hope he's still alive." 

Julia laughed. "Yes, he survived. He and Will took Brad out pike fishing this morning." 

"Oh," said Lori, hiding her disappointment. "I hope they catch dinner for us tonight." 

"George sounded pretty confident when they left. I hope your knife is sharpened." 

Lori was the resident filleter of fish. Not that she really loved doing it, but she had a knack for removing the pesky Y-bones from the tails of northern pike. The kids wouldn't even eat it if Aunt Lori wasn't the one who cleaned them. 

The guys returned from fishing that afternoon with the best haul of the week so far. Lori saw the men talking around the back of the pickup truck and went out to meet them. Laid out in the bed of the truck were eight nice sized northern pike, including a very large one, and a couple of walleye. 

"Who caught the big one?" she asked. 

George clapped two hands on Brad's shoulders. "Our new pro angler here. Ten and a half pounds!" 

"I scooped it in the net!" implored Brad's younger cousin, Will. 

"And Will caught the two walleye," noted Brad. 

"Looks like we have our dinner, don't we?" Lori declared. "I'd better get started now if they're going to be ready by dinner time." 

Brad and Will hauled the fish over to the cleaning table while Lori filled a large plastic tub with water. While she worked, the three fishermen got some lunch. After eating, Brad sat down in a comfy bag chair near the ashen remains of last night's campfire and closed his eyes. Spending the day in a small boat exposed to the sun and wind of the Georgian Bay was draining. 

"Did you sleep well last night?" Lori asked her son as she worked on the fish. 

"I did. I was so tired. I'm sorry I didn't say goodnight." He opened his eyes and looked at her. Her hair was pulled back and she looked as beautiful as she had the night before while she labored away at the same unsexy chore. 

"It's okay, honey. You had a crazy long day. But you'd better tonight!" she said brandishing her fillet knife at him. "And I expect a goodnight kiss for your mother as well." 

Brad jumped up and walked over to her. He put two hands on her shoulders and gently massaged her while she slaved away. "Did anybody ever tell you you're the hottest fishmonger that ever lived?" 

Lori giggled. "Well, we all have to be known for something!" 

Brad leaned in from behind her and kissed her gently on the cheek. "That was for last night. I'll have another one for you tonight. Deal?" 

Lori felt him press against her behind when he kissed her and thrilled at this unnecessarily intimate contact. She felt the urge to turn around and hug him, but her hands were literally covered in slimy fish guts. She smiled without looking at him. "Deal," she replied. 

"Are you going on a run again tonight?" He was aware of her new workout habit thanks to the two oglers he ran into yesterday at the restroom. 

"Do you want to come with?" she asked, partially turning around. 

"Yes. Very much so." 

"Oh, that makes me happy!" she said. "It's such a beautiful place to run. You'll just love it!" 

"Then it's a date." 

Lori felt overjoyed the rest of the day knowing she and Brad would be working out together, on their 'date' as he put it. Later on, she found Caroline's camper empty and quickly took off her clothes. She changed into a pair of powder blue spandex running shorts, removing her panties before putting on the shorts. She hated how underwear rode up on her when she ran, and besides, she was well aware she looked smoking hot in those shorts when they hugged her bare skin. She slipped on a white sports bra and tied her hair back. 

Brad was tying his shoes when Lori emerged from the camper, ready to run. For several seconds he was unable to take his eyes off her. She looked just as hot as she had the day before. Her ass was perfect in those shorts! Her tummy was flat and was peeking sexily out between her waistband and her bra. How did she get that way? Lori noticed him staring at her. 

"What?" she asked. 

Brad shook himself out of his stupor. "I'm sorry," he said instinctively. 

"For what, honey?" 

Brad was embarrassed. He didn't even know what to say. "Nothing," was all he could muster. 

Lori smiled. She didn't let on the vibe she was feeling and just played it off. "Okay, how far?" 

Brad shrugged. "Up to you, but you might leave me behind." 

"I doubt that. My favorite loop is about two miles," she said, bending and stretching. 

"Lead the way." 

Brad was thoroughly impressed at his 43-year-old mother's stamina. She had been working hard! He was in the best shape of his life, at least for hiking and climbing, but he knew by the first half-mile that Lori was going to need to run a slower pace to accommodate him. He did his best to maintain stride with her, but he had a motivation to lag behind a bit. 

He couldn't take his eyes off her pretty ass. The thought that he was trailing his mom never left his consciousness, but it did nothing to stand in the way of his lustful thoughts. It was literally weakening his knees. It was no surprise to him that his mother was attractive; his friends always let him know that in high school. But what he was seeing now was an attraction altogether different. She was hot! There was no question. She had a jiggle inside those spandex shorts that was probably more pronounced than it was in her twenties, but it didn't diminish her sexiness. In fact, it augmented it. 

"You okay back there?" she asked when she hadn't seen him for a couple of minutes. 

"Just admiring the view," he said before he could catch himself. Jesus! She wasn't a coed he was jogging with on campus; it was his mother he was lusting after. He hoped that she took him to mean the beautiful conifers that lined the roadway. 

"It's so pretty here," she said, ignoring his double entendre. She secretly hoped he was being cheeky with her, but she was too embarrassed to play along. 

Lori slowed down to force him to run next to her so they could talk. 

"Are you enjoying your summer?" 

"Been very busy. It's why I haven't been to see you." 

"Any other reasons you haven't been to see me?" 

"Are you asking if I have a girlfriend?" 

"You're going to make me ask?" she laughed. 

"We broke up after the spring semester." 

"Oh, I'm sorry, hon. Was it okay?" 

"Well, she's from Burlington. A long distance relationship just wasn't going to work for us over the summer. I'm okay with it. There are lots of fish in the sea." 

"That's what I like to hear," she said, clearly relieved that he wasn't in a serious relationship. "And plenty of time to find them." 

"What about you?" he asked. 

"A boyfriend?" she asked incredulously. 

"Yeah, I mean, you're still a woman, even though you're my mom. I get that." 

"Honey, thank you for your understanding, but men are definitely not in the cards for me." 

"Why not?" 

"After 23 years of marriage, it's hard to give your heart to another person just like that." 

Brad suddenly felt bitter about his father leaving her. He had been very angry with his father over his indiscretions, but seeing how profoundly it had affected her left a decidedly rotten taste in his mouth. He resolved he would not defend his father in this matter. 

"I'm sorry," he said. 

"Don't be, baby. It's not your fault." 

They jogged in silence for a while. Brad was feeling a need to console his mother and her broken heart, even though she wasn't asking for pity. He tried to imagine every possible scenario that would lead his father to leave her and not a single one made sense. Who could leave such a sweet and loving woman? How could anyone be more perfect? He felt like punching his dad. 

"Can we talk more later?" he asked. 

Lori felt a surge of gladness at the suggestion. Close, intimate time to reconnect with her son was exactly what she needed. "I'd like that," she said simply. 

"I promise I'll stay awake," he said with a grin. 

"Well, that's the least you could do for your mother," she commented wryly. 

Brad saw the two dudes he'd run into yesterday at about the same time in the evening. He gave them both a big wave and a smile as he and his mother passed by. He hoped they were watching her ass again today. He almost felt a kinship to those knuckleheads. The shorter one waved awkwardly before looking at his hand and shoving it in his pocket. 

The fish dinner was stupendous as expected, with everyone in the family congratulating Brad on feeding the masses with his amazing angling ability. Lori didn't even mind that she hardly got a mention for spending all afternoon cleaning the fish. 

The night grew late and Brad and Lori both got showers after dinner. Brad beat her back to the campsite. He was in his tent, stowing some of his gear when Lori came back from the showers wearing her sweats and flip-flops. She saw he was in his tent. "Brad?" she called quietly. 

Brad peeked his head out and smiled. "Do you want to watch the Perseids?" he asked. This was the peak night for observing the annual Perseid Meteor Shower. 

"Oh! It is August eleventh, isn't it?" she said. "Wait, I know just the place to do it. Let me get a blanket." She went into the camper and came out with a fluffy blanket tucked under her arm and a flashlight in the other hand. "It's about a ten-minute walk to the lake, but it's totally dark there." 

Brad had watched the Perseids numerous times, but never in an environment this dark. This would be a special treat. They made their way to the banks of a good-sized lake adjoining the campground and Lori spread the thick blanket on some flat, smooth rocks. Not a hint of light could be seen on the horizon, save for a few campfires dotting the landscape. The sky was as black as Brad had seen the night before. They lay on their backs, head to head and stared up at the sky. 

"Goodness, I can't believe how many stars there are," noted Lori. The cold wash of the Milky Way sprayed across the black dome of the sky and waited patiently to be disrupted by the streaking, bright flashes of light. "There's one already!" Lori exclaimed. In the extreme darkness of Northern Ontario, even the dimmest meteors could be seen on a clear night. 

Brad could feel his mother's head very close to his and quietly scooted a little closer to her so the tops of their heads were touching. "There!" He pointed futilely in the darkness. 

"Oh, this is going to be a good night," observed Lori. They lay in silence for a while, waiting and watching. They saw a shooting star about once every minute or so. At length, Lori broke their silence. 

"So, how's your dad?" 

"He's very busy. I haven't seen him much. This trip to Ontario was the most I'd talked to him in months." 

"I think he offered to take you just to quell his guilty conscience," Lori noted. 

"Yes," he agreed. 

"And then he got to just drop you off and be done with you." Lori was bitter about how he'd treated both of them. 

"Yes, I know," Brad responded 

"And what do you think of Roxy?" 

Brad knew this was coming. He'd met his dad's new girlfriend, but only on the trip to the trailhead. She was a pretty, blonde-haired, smoking hot piece of ass; of that there was no question. But that's all she was—not a lot of stimulation above the waistline. He decided to answer his mother truthfully. "She's hot." 

Lori sighed. "Yeah; I've heard." 

Brad continued. "But only because she's young. I really don't know what Dad sees in her. She's got nothing on you, Mom. When she's 43 she'll look like a tramp trying to hang onto her twenties, because that's all she has going for her. Her beauty is nothing compared to yours." 

Lori felt a surge of love for her son for complimenting her so ravishingly. "You think I'm pretty?" 

Brad laughed. "Do I think you're pretty? Have you looked at yourself? How could I not?" 

"I don't know, maybe because you don't look at your mother that way?" She knew she was being disingenuous after the covert flirting that had been going on between them. 

Brad didn't respond. They lay quietly for a while. 

"Is he happy?" 

Brad thought for a moment. "He seems happy. He's different, though." 

"How so?" she asked. 

"Well, he's just totally into her. He didn't really talk to me a whole lot." 

"Son of a bitch," she growled. "He's abandoned us both emotionally." 

"We'll be okay," he said reassuringly. "We have each other, and that's all I care about." 

Lori reached back and felt his face, caressing and scratching him lightly with her fingernails. "I love you, baby." 

Brad took her hand and kissed her palm. He held it while he put his other hand up, hoping to find hers. Lori grabbed his other hand and they held each other by the hands for a while, still staring up at the brilliant sky. 

"I think your aunts have the hots for you," she said, caressing his hands with her thumbs. 

Brad gave an embarrassed laugh. "Especially Caroline. Did you see her grab my ass?" 

Lori gasped. "She laid a hand on my sweet boy's ass? She's lucky I don't kill her in a jealous rage!" 

Brad laughed. "They're sweet, but they're not my type. They're not beautiful and refined like you." 

"Aw, that's sweet! Do you think I'm your type?" Lori immediately wished she could take the question back. What kind of thing was that to say to her son? 

"You're my perfect type. You're beautiful, smart, loving, and sexy. What more could a guy want?" 

"Your dad apparently wanted more." 

"Dad's a fucking moron." 

Lori laughed, squeezing her son's hands when she caught a bright flash out of the corner of her eye. "Oh! Look at that!" They both immediately sat up. To her right and Brad's left a bright meteor shot from the horizon and glided smoothly overhead, traversing the entire sky in a long, bright streak. Its reflection could be seen bouncing off the mirrored surface of the lake and revealing its rocky banks. For a moment, the brightness softly illuminated the smooth, flat rocks and blanket upon which they sat, briefly revealing each other's face, until it finally disappeared on the opposite horizon, leaving them once again in total darkness. 

Brad took her hand again and turned himself towards her, knowing her face was close by. He'd just admitted to his mother that he found her attractive. It wasn't something he ever thought he'd say to her, but telling her made him feel like a man. 

"Thank you for trying to make me feel better," she said softly. 

"I'm not trying to make you feel better. I meant what I said." 

Lori turned to face him and held both his hands in hers. "But you do. I don't know what I would do without you. I missed you so much this summer." 

"I missed you too. I'm sorry I haven't been there for you." 

"Baby, that's not what I mean. You're starting your career and your life; I wouldn't have you doing anything different." 

Brad truly felt sorry for his mother. His heart was broken for her. She was tough. She didn't complain. She was as far from needy as a woman could get, maintaining her stoic demeanor even after a humiliating desertion by her husband for no obvious reason. But he knew she was hurting. "I still wish I could have been with you more this summer." 

"Me too," she said, squeezing his hands. 

"Will you forgive me?" 

Lori gave a silent nasal laugh. "There's nothing to forgive, honey." 

An overwhelming impulse to kiss her sweet son settled over her. She leaned in very tentatively and touched her nose to his. Brad felt her breath and the touch of her nose and instinctively leaned closer. She kissed her son quickly, gently and motherly and then pulled away. A gentle charge of electricity pulsed through her body from her mouth, down her spine to her feet. What a perfect kiss that was! 

She squeezed his hands again. "Did you just call your mother sexy?" Lori felt a guilty wave of pleasure wash over her body at asking him such a seductive question. 

"I did," he answered. "It's true! No man with a heartbeat could look at you and not think you're attractive." That got a giggle out of Lori. "Does it make you uncomfortable to hear that from me?" he asked. 

"A little. But it makes me feel—" she trailed off. Her motherly instinct stepped in and slammed her mouth shut before she said something regretful. 

Brad waited a moment, then jiggled her hands. "Makes you feel what?" 

"Oh, god," she sighed. Lori gave an embarrassed laugh to fill the void. She had trapped herself. 

"C'mon!" Brad implored. "You have to tell me now." His heart was pounding. His mother was about to admit something that might affirm what he was feeling. But she had to be the one to say it. If he could see her, he would have implored her with his eyes, but he could do nothing but hold her hands, feeling them tremble. 

"How does it make you feel?" he whispered. He caressed her hands lovingly, comforting her. 

Lori took a deep breath and spoke quietly. "To hear you say that," she began nervously. "It makes me feel...desirable. Is that weird?" 

Brad smiled into the darkness. "No. And you are. Desirable, I mean." He immediately began to lean in again. He wasn't sure about what he was doing, but he hoped to find her lips again. He tilted his head a little. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to kiss his sexy mother. He could think of nothing else. 

Lori felt his head tilt and almost drew back. Something was happening that she felt was beyond her control. But she stayed where she was, the excitement of touching his lips again outweighing the fear of making a mistake. She leaned in ever so slowly until their lips gently touched again, affirming that this was going beyond their familiar love. 

He slightly opened his mouth, silently inviting her to do the same. Lori put her trembling hands on his face, not knowing whether she was going to push him away or pull him into her. She could feel the wetness of his mouth. She hesitantly opened her mouth to him, their lips lightly touching, testing their new kind of kiss. She told herself what they were doing was okay. They loved each other. It felt so good to show him her love this way! 

She felt him taste her lips with his tongue and whimpered almost inaudibly. She breathed into his mouth in an involuntary sigh and fought the urge to uncurl her own tongue. But motherly instinct was rapidly dissolving in the solution of her liquescent female desire. 

Slowly opening and closing her mouth with her son, Lori allowed herself a slight taste—just the tip. She whimpered again as the overwhelming desire took over. It was just a little taste, but suddenly she knew a little taste was not going to be enough. Lori pulled Brad's face tight against her and slipped her tongue deep into his mouth, caressing him, tasting him with tender lust that she wasn't even aware she had. It was her son she was kissing, and he tasted better than her sweetest lover. 

His head tightly in her grasp, Brad eagerly accepted his mother's tongue, feeling it with his own, caressing and tasting her lips and chin. He felt the blood shift in his groin and his cock begin to grow erect. He had an impulse to hide it with his hands, even in total darkness. He was getting hard for his mother! His conflicted mind both reveled and abhorred the growing arousal. But ultimately he had to just let it happen. Kissing like this gave him no choice. He let go of his inhibitions and secretly grew to full size in his pants. 

Realizing the kissing had turned sharply sexual, Lori's conscience caught up with her in a hurry. "Oh, oh Brad," she said into his mouth mid-kiss. She desperately wanted to see him, to look into his eyes and know what he thought of her now. But the darkness prevented it. "What are we doing?" 




Northern Light



Brad felt her begin to pull away and instinctively touched the back of her head, gently touching his nose to hers. He could feel her hands trembling on his face. 

"It's okay," he whispered, trying to allay her guilty conscience, as well as his own. "Stay with me." He had a feeling she would suddenly feel a need to end it—and he wasn't ready for it to end. 

"Brad," she whispered. 

"I know. This is weird, isn't it? Are you freaked out?" 

"I don't know what to do!" 

"Don't move," he gently commanded. "Just stay with me." Neither of them wanted to pull away. They sat for a moment, holding each other. 

At length, he kissed her softly. "It's okay. Tell me you love me." 

"You know I do." 

"We're okay; I promise," he said reassuringly. 

The scuffing sound of footsteps on the rocks fifty feet away and brief glints of a flashlight hopping around the rocks and surrounding trees alerted the two they were not alone. A pair of soft voices became audible. Lori guiltily took her hands off her son's face as they both looked toward the dancing flashlight beam. 

"There they are," said Julia. 

"Did you see anything?" asked Jayden, Julia's youngest son. 

"Good ones!" Brad called back. The reality of family interaction felt very strange as they sat there, still facing each other. 

"Keep your light off, Jayden, so you don't blind anybody," advised Julia. 

Lori spread the blanket out to make room for everybody. "The best thing is to lie on your back and look in the direction of the lake," she told her nephew while attempting to calm her voice. 

Lori and her sister chit chatted about activities for tomorrow while they casually kept an eye on the sky. While she talked with her sister, she couldn't stop thinking about the feel of her son's tongue in her mouth and on her neck. The wetness in her spandex shorts had continued to increase, even after they'd been forced to stop. She was both thankful and resentful that her sister showed up when she did, abruptly putting an end to their passion, which had been rapidly growing out of control. 

After having their fill of the meteor shower for one night, the four of them eventually walked back to the campsite together to turn in for the night. Brad and Lori walked over to his tent and into the light spilling out from the camper. They hadn't spoken a word to each other. They exchanged glances, preparing to say goodnight. The mood was heart-achingly awkward. Lori tried to force herself to say something, but nothing would come out. She gave him a peck on the cheek and disappeared into the camper. 

Monday: Venus 

The following day found Brad and his mom separated for most of it. They exchanged a quick, awkward hello around the breakfast campfire before Lori headed out for a day of shopping in Sudbury with her sisters, and Brad took his excited nephews on a long hike. Lori felt some relief at not having to face Brad all day, though she wanted to talk to him. Brad thought of nothing but her on his hike, running the night over and over again in his mind, confused and wondering how she felt. 

They both knew they needed to talk, but just like the first night, family obligations intruded. 

Being alone—at least in the way they needed—was impossible, but Brad made sure she sat near him that night as the family talked around the campfire. He pulled her towards him and deposited her at his feet, leaning her head and shoulders against his calves. The Venusian light of the evening star shone through gaps in the trees like a temptress, beckoning him to follow her into the woods. He casually put a hand on the back of the goddess's head, caressing her scalp with his fingernails, gently tickling her neck, or rubbing her shoulders, silently communicating his secret feelings while they both listened to the family laughter. 

Lori felt electric tingles race up and down her spine every time Brad touched her. She had no idea what to think of their moment last night, or what was going through his mind now as he caressed her. Perhaps it was just a passing phase and would go away? She knew that would be for the best, but deep down, where she could barely admit it, she hoped that wasn't true. 

The aunts and kids gradually meandered to bed, giving Brad hope that he would get some alone time with his mom, but his uncles were not tired, and sat by the fire sipping beer and chatting until Brad thought he would scream. They were showing no signs of turning in. At last he gave up on talking to her. It would have been awkward for both of them anyway. Maybe it was time to just let it go—chalk it up to a hormone-charged mistake. "I'm tired," he grumbled. "I'm going to bed." 

He leaned over to her, expecting to kiss her on the cheek. To his surprise, Lori turned her head and got a kiss on the lips just at the last moment. "Good night," he said after a pause. 

"Good night," she replied, even though she really didn't want to part company with him. But she couldn't think of anything to say that would keep him there, and instead watched him trudge off to his tent. She followed suit a moment later, heading to the camper, even though she wasn't very tired. 

She lay down on her makeshift bed and stared into the darkness. She was finally alone for the first time today, and her thoughts were squarely on her son. The sweet touch of his hands on her tonight had left her incredibly aroused and tingling. She closed her eyes and tried to push the thought of it out of her mind. Her insides were nervously flittering about in a warm tremor. This feeling was not doing her any good. She needed to be strong. 

Still awake a while later, she heard Caroline's husband, George creep in quietly and head to the bedroom in the back. Lori continued to lie restlessly and waited with a heavy heart for sleep to overtake her. At last, her mind began to let go of the lascivious feelings that were owning her. But just as she began to drift off, her brother shifted in his bed and began to snore. 

Lori's eyes opened. "Not again," she quietly whispered to herself. Another night of this was going to be unbearable! She buried herself within the sleeping bag and squeezed the pillow down over her head. It was uncomfortable. It was hot. And it wasn't drowning out the snoring. "Oh please stop!" she thought to herself. 

She had nowhere to go. Every camper was filled to capacity and she was just a hanger-on for this trip. She was lucky enough that Caroline and her husband had room for an extra person in their camper. There wasn't even room for Brad. Brad! She sat up on the makeshift bed, surprised that it took her so long to think of him. Would it be too awkward? Awkward or not, she was immediately comforted by the thought of being with him. She would be no good to anybody tomorrow if she was up all night because of the snoring. There, she talked herself into it. 

Brad lay in his sleeping bag, frustrated and lonely, tired but unable to sleep. He knew he had to get the crazy thoughts of kissing his mother out of his head, but it felt so much like unfinished business that he was unable to put it to rest. He tossed and turned on the cold ground. It was the first time he'd had trouble sleeping the entire trip, despite the 10 kilometer hike he'd led today. 

Suddenly he heard the aluminum door of the camper open and close softly and saw the shadow of a figure fall on the tent as the person outside passed in front of the camper's door light. Who was up at this late hour? 

"Brad," he heard his mother whisper. "Brad, are you awake?" 

He dove for the tent flap and unzipped it, peeking his head out. "Are you okay?" he asked. 

She nodded. "George is a terrible snorer." 

Brad whispered a laugh. He well-knew George's reputation for snoring. He looked up at his mother and smiled. He wasn't even going to let her ask, unzipping the flap the rest of the way and holding it open for her. 

Lori gave her son a bashful grin and crawled past him into the tent with her sleeping bag and pillow. "I'm sorry. I know this isn't a big tent." 

"Perfect for two," he said, closing the flap back up. He moved his backpack out of the way and helped her spread out her sleeping bag next to his. They both sat on top of the soft insulated fabric. "I'm glad you're here," Brad said. 

Lori smiled, relieved. She could see his beautiful face in the soft glow permeating the tent from the camper light outside. "Brad?" she asked. 

"Mm hmm?" 

"Do you want to talk?" 

Brad nodded, although he didn't know what he would say. 

"Baby, I'm not sure what happened last night. I feel foolish." 

"Are you embarrassed that we kissed like that?" 

Lori lunged at him and put her hand over his mouth. She lowered her voice to a whisper. "These thin walls have ears." 

Brad looked around at the sleeping bags and pillows. If they were going to have to hunker down to talk, they might as well be comfortable. He made a decision about the sleeping arrangement and hoped his mom wouldn't mind. Unzipping his sleeping bag, he spread it out open so it took up the entire floor of the tent. He threw their two pillows on top of it and pointed. "Lie down," he quietly commanded. 

Lori complied and put her head on her pillow. Brad unzipped the other sleeping bag and draped it over is mother like a blanket, then crawled in next to her, laying his head on his own pillow. He pulled the cover up over their heads, so they were snuggled inside the makeshift bed and somewhat insulated from sounds outside. 

He got close to his mother to whisper to her. "Talk to me," he said. 

"I don't...know what to say," she said, haltingly. 

"You were saying I was the best kisser in the world?" 

Lori covered her mouth to stifle her laugh. She nodded through the giggles. "Yes, baby!" 

"That was the weirdest thing that's ever happened to me," he said. 

"Me too!" she exclaimed. She hoped he didn't mean weird in a bad way. She looked at him pensively. "Are you okay?" 

Brad nodded emphatically. "Are you?" he asked with a cringe. 

Lori breathed in deeply through her nose and let it out. "I think so." The truth was, she was feeling better than she'd felt in months, but her conscience was blocking her from enjoying the feeling. "I don't know what to think. I feel like a terrible mother." 

"You're the best mother there is," he said earnestly. 

"No, a good mother would never kiss her son like that." 

"Then I don't want a good mother. I want you." 

"Oh, thanks!" she said sarcastically. 

"You know what I meant," Brad said. 

"I just don't know what came over me. It felt like we were in a dream." 

"It was a really good dream," he countered, touching her hand under the covers. 

"What are we supposed to do now?" 

"How do you feel about kissing me again?" he asked. 

Guilty surprise cascaded down her face. There was no way she could answer that question honestly. 

"Brad, I—" 

Brad met her lips with his and immediately began kissing her where they'd left off at the lake. The surprise Lori felt was almost immediately overtaken by the same lustful emotion that had driven her to slip her tongue into his mouth the first time. She pulled him into her with her hand behind his head and kissed him deeply. It felt so perfect and untainted Lori wondered why on earth she had wasted a whole day worrying about it! Brad was thinking the same thing. This is the real reason they'd wanted to be alone and had avoided being alone; there was no use denying it. 

They lay quietly together and kissed for several minutes, no longer speaking. Lori felt like she was telling her son how much she loved him with every caress of their tongues, as though their kissing transcended any loving motherly gesture she had ever given him up to now. It felt good. It felt natural. She found herself hoping Brad would try to put a move on her, like a kid on a date. He was her son, but the idea began to consume her guilty mind. 

As if on cue, Brad nudged her onto her back while kissing her neck, and half crawled onto her. He took a risk and gave into his lustful urge. He worked up to her ear and nibbled her earlobe gently before lightly whispering to her. "Can I go further?" 

Lori felt the blood drain from her face. They were really doing this. But wasn't this the true reason why she'd "had" to sneak into his tent? Things would never be the same. Losing the relationship she had with her son was unthinkable, but the desire in her heart at that moment was overshadowing every other need. 

"Brad," she whispered. "I love you." 

He continued to caress her ear with his tongue and whispered softly to her, "I love you too, Mom. Let me show you." 

Lori stifled a moan. The very sound of her son's voice speaking seductively to her was enough to cause a tremor in her womb. Ignoring it the best she could, she took a wheezy breath and tried to reply. "I'm afraid." 

"Are you afraid I won't love you the same?" 

"I'm afraid I won't love you the same," she corrected gently. 

"We'll love each other more." 

"Oh my god, baby," she cried, pulling his face back to her lips. Why did he keep saying the right things? She couldn't reason with him if he would melt her heart with every response. But her conscience demanded that she put her foot down. "We can't go very far with this, Brad," she asserted weakly. She knew it wasn't exactly putting her foot down. "Do you understand? I mean, kissing is one thing— " 

"When was the last time you were with Dad?" he interrupted. Brad suddenly felt very aroused at forcing such a direct question about her sex life. 

The shock of the question rippled through her body like a heavy rock tossed into a calm pond. She'd not been with Gary, or any other man for a shamefully long time. She had downplayed her loneliness and protected her heart by not dwelling on her relationship with her husband, pushing the thought of having sex and even being romantically loved out of her mind. She had been completely chaste during their estrangement and while divorce proceedings were finalized. Even after the divorce was final, she still hadn't totally emerged from her protective shell. She had been steadfastly faithful to her husband until now. 

Brad's direct question forced her to admit her loneliness. She put her palm on her forehead and gave an embarrassed chuckle to mask her self-consciousness. "Oh god. It's been a long time. Months and months." In fact, it had been well over a year.  

"And in all that time you've never wanted to be with another man?" he asked her. 

Lori shook her head. "It would be like cheating on him." 

"You're not cheating on him! He cheated on you!" Brad implored. 

Lori's lips curled into a grimace and she bit her lip to keep from crying. She'd been so in love with Gary that even after he'd slighted her she couldn't find other men attractive. She'd kept inside her shell in the unconscious hope that maybe he'd come back. She knew it would never happen, but her heart would not let go of hope. 

"I'm sorry," Brad said softly. The last thing he wanted to do was make her upset. 

She looked at her attractive son. He didn't look like his dad. In fact, he took after her. His slender physique and cute nose were clearly inherited from her side of the family. He didn't look like any man she'd ever known. He was much more beautiful. He was much easier to love. She knew it was because he was her son, but something about him forced her to accept the affection that she would reject from any other man. 

"Don't you think it's time you felt loved again?" he whispered quietly to her. He was being very forward and he knew it. Talking to his mother like this was giving Brad the most cherished heart-pounding euphoria. He could lie there and whisper sweet things in her ear all night. 

Lori listened to his words echo in her head. She already felt loved by him. It was just a matter of accepting it. God, he was right! It was right there in front of her. He was offering a kind of love that she was afraid to take from anybody else. Her son was offering to satisfy her needs as a woman. 

He kissed her cheek and touched his lips to her ear. "I'm here for you," he said gently. 

"Brad," she whimpered. "I love you so much. You're perfect!" she whispered earnestly. "But we can't, baby." If only her son really knew what she wanted him to do to her! 

"We won't," he reassured. "But, don't you think you need some attention? I have some to give you." He gave her the most tender, gentlest kiss yet, barely touching lips. Lori's resolve began to wane. 

"Let me take care of you," he said, kissing her face. "Nobody has to know. This is between you and me. You know I love you," he whispered again in her ear. "It's me." 

"Ohhh," she whimpered in a long, high-pitched note. He kissed down her neck and allowed his right hand to wander onto her tummy. He could feel her quivering with each breath. She was so fragile! He moved his hand very slowly on her, still tentative about touching his mother like this, but he wanted, needed to feel her body. He kissed her neck and caressed the soft skin with his nose while his hand steadily marched toward her supple breasts. Lori bit her lip in anticipation. He was moving so slowly it hurt! 

At last his hand found her breasts. Lori stiffened up at his lascivious touch, her hard nipples feeling every crease of his fingers and palm over her t-shirt. "Brad," she said breathlessly. 

He squeezed her lightly, eliciting an involuntary quiet moan from her. He massaged and rubbed one breast over the shirt while he kissed her gently, then slid his hand over to the other one. He hoped she would not stop him. His eyes gently caressed hers. "Is this okay?" he asked. 

Lori didn't respond. Her son was feeling her tits. Of course it wasn't okay. 

He kissed her again and squeezed them more firmly, rubbing the nipple through her shirt with his index finger. "Do you want me to stop?" he whispered. 

Lori paused a moment. She didn't know the answer. She couldn't think. But her head involuntarily answered for her. She pleaded with his eyes as she shook her head, "No." 

He slipped his hand under her shirt, moving steadily back up her bare skin to her breast. This time he felt her erect nipple with his fingers before cupping his mother's sweet fleshy mound in his palm. He slid his other hand under her shirt and discovered the other nipple was equally hard. He caressed them while he watched the expression on her face change from apprehension to bliss. 

She wanted to tell him to stop, to push his arms out of her shirt. She needed to tell him his hands didn't belong there. She opened her mouth to protest. "Your hands feel so good," was what came out. 

Brad could feel her heart beating as he worked her shirt up over her tits and left it there on her chest. He admired his mom's hard nubs, erect from the massage, her chest heaving slightly. Her tits were wonderfully round, if not a little smallish, but maintained their beautiful shape, even when lying on her back, even on her 43-year-old frame. Brad leaned down and did what comes naturally to a son with his mother. 

The wet warmth of his mouth enveloped her left nipple. Lori watched him. She gazed at her son sucking on her breast with the attention a mother doe would to her fawn. It had been so long since he'd suckled Mommy's milk, but to Lori the sensation felt like it was just yesterday, giving herself to her little boy again. She caressed his hair as she watched him lustfully lap up her tender flesh. He moved to the other one, more eagerly. Lori closed her eyes and tossed her head back. Her body was reacting—just like it had so many years ago, when she didn't know what to do about the strange desire boiling up inside her, her swollen vagina glistening inside her panties while her son suckled her tender nipple. 




Northern Light



She gave in. It felt too good. Just this one time, she thought. On an impulse, she took her shirt the rest of the way off and tossed it aside. Brad kissed up her neck to her chin and circled it with his tongue. She met his lips and kissed him deeply once again. She was feeling like a girl that was going too far on a first date. But her date was too irresistible to be stopped. 

Brad's hands wandered down her naked torso and found the waistband of her sweat pants. He didn't tug on them, but rubbed her hips over the fabric, afraid to do anything more. Lori again began to formulate in her head how she would get out of this situation. She was so afraid of her desire for Brad to touch her pussy! The amalgam of carnal bliss and terror that the idea evoked was raising her heart rate once again. 

Brad rubbed her stomach and let his fingers slip just under her waistband before bringing his hand back out. It was just a test to see how she would react. She tried not to react. He did it again, slipping his fingers in a little further. And he felt it. He felt her curly hair under the fabric and allowed his fingers to wander through it. 

Lori's back arched at suddenly feeling a hand down there that wasn't her own. She wanted to be touched! She wanted him to immediately plunge two fingers into her drenched pussy and feel how wet she was for him. She involuntarily let a small moan dribble from her lips. 

He pressed lightly on the top of her slit with his middle finger, gently nudging her firm clitoris nestled below. He wanted to say something sensual to her while his fingers began their loving journey into her, but all he could say was, "I'm nervous." 

Lori gave a gasp at feeling the first clitoral stimulation from her son and put both arms around his neck. "Me too. I'm shaking." 

"I know; I can feel you." 

"We'll just be nervous together," she gasped. "Brad? What will you think of me?" 

"You know I love you," he said. "Nothing we do is ever going to change that. You need me. Stop blocking." 

His words smoothed over her conscience for the moment. She picked her knees up off the ground slightly, spreading her legs and giving him the access he desired. 

Brad felt her shift to let his fingers venture further down. He allowed them to slip between the folds of her labia, liberating the warm honey that was waiting just within. His mother was wet for him! He wasted no time in curling his finger down and letting it slip easily inside her—inside his mother's pussy. 

Lori pulled him to her and kissed him while letting out a quivering "Mmm" at the feeling of being explored by his finger. She nodded while she kissed him, wanting to tell him how she felt, wanting to say something naughty to him while his finger was inside her pussy. "Do you feel how wet I am?" was the naughtiest thing she could muster. 

Brad smiled at her between kisses. "Tell me what you like," he said, trying to get her to say it. 

"I like you touching me." She was embarrassed to put it so verbosely. 

"You like me touching you where?" he asked still smiling and kissing. "Tell me," he whispered. "Say it to me. It will feel good to say it." 

Lori breathed deep and crossed over to the other side with her boy. "I like you touching my pussy." That felt good to say. "I like your finger inside me—inside my pussy." Better. 

God, he'd never heard something so dirty come out of his mom's mouth! "Do you want more?" he asked. 

Lori nodded through a smile, her eyes closed. 

"Tell me what you want." 

"Two fingers," she purred. 

Brad obeyed and slipped his ring finger in alongside his middle, feeling her drenched depths all the way to his knuckles, coating his hand in her arousal. Brad fucked her with two fingers, thrusting in as far as he could while palming her clit. She was drenched inside and out. My god, his mother was more aroused than he was! He kissed her gently while continuing to finger her, Lori's sweet mother's nectar dripping down into his palm. She rocked her hips against her son's hand, arching her body to guide his fingers in further. Brad lovingly stroked his two fingers in and out of the tight wetness of his mother's pussy, disbelieving his father could have ever given this piece of heaven up. 

"Oh, Brad!" she said with a shudder. "Your hand feels so good." Her sweatpants were hindering him from touching more of her body. He worked the waistband slowly down around her hips. 

Lori felt her pants begin to slide down from her hips and instinctively grabbed them with one hand. "Oh, god, baby, I don't know," she gently pleaded. 

Brad rubbed the newly exposed skin of her hips, gently coaxing her sweatpants down another inch. Lori put her hands on his wrists and pulled him onto her to prevent him from undressing her further. She said nothing more but kissed him tenderly, almost as an apology. He slowly crawled further onto her, relishing the guilty pleasure of putting his weight on her. He could feel his mother's arms coaxing him further on, arousing him beyond measure to be on top of her small body. 

The blessed feeling of safety and comfort engulfed Lori as her son settled onto her. She'd never felt so simultaneously aroused and protected by a man. She unconsciously spread her legs for him, allowing his hips to slide down between her thighs. She immediately felt his erection through the layers of clothing that separated them, easily and naturally finding her feminine valley through the soft sweatpants and putting pressure on her clitoris. The sensation was abrupt and awakening as she gasped involuntarily at his weight focusing on her tender spot, blotting up her pussy's moisture with the rubbing fabric. 

Brad instinctively ground his hips gently into her. He pushed up on his hands and wiggled his weight on his mother, watching her, caressing her face with his eyes, like he was making love to her. He began thrusting rhythmically for her, listening to her broken breathing, her slight gasps and moans at being stimulated by her son's erect cock. 

Brad kissed her lips and began his journey down her body. He kissed her chin, then her neck, then her nipples. "Ohhhh, my baby boy," she muttered. She was beginning to fall in love with her son's mouth all over again. His lips continued downward, over the soft hump of her tummy. Lori gave a small whimper, sinfully aware of how close his mouth was to her pussy. 

She felt his hands once again tugging at her pants. Her arousal was far too intense to stop him now. She watched him gently work the pants off her hips and down her thighs, unable to say anything to stop him. 

Brad could hardly believe what his hands were doing. He was undressing his own mother, even over her slight protests. His heart threatened to beat out of his chest at the sight of her pussy. Should he even know what his mom looked like naked? Was she really okay with this? 

She was naked. She was naked and exposed to her son and it felt positively exhilarating! She watched him take in her body with his eyes—her pert round breasts, her creamy stomach, her dark mound of motherly pubic hair barely hiding her puffy labia. She had to draw a line. There was no negotiating this time. 

She quickly sat up and grabbed him by the head, pulling him back down with her as her head hit the pillow. She kissed him deeply before looking seriously into his eyes. "Your clothes stay on. Understood?" Brad nodded. 

Lori longingly gazed at his mouth, licking her own lips at the same time. She yearned to say it to him—to tell her son what she wanted. Her vagina was gushing at the thought. She took a quivering breath and let it out quietly. "Use your mouth." Before Brad could coach her on her new language, she liberated the sweet dirty words. "Lick me. Lick Mommy's pussy." 

Brad wasted no time kissing back down her body as before, leaving a trail of wetness that only added to Lori's unbridled arousal. He worked himself backward, scooting back until his face was near her quivering mound. He rubbed his hands down both her thighs as he tongued her abdomen. He continued rubbing as his tongue glided further south, at last coming in contact with her pubic hair. He checked her eyes one more time before kissing around the perimeter of her mound, smelling her womanhood as he went, whetting his appetite for her juicy flesh. 

She felt his wet lips on top of her thigh. She watched him work his mouth down to her inner thigh, closer to her pussy lips. His tongue grazed the feminine crease where labia meets leg. Oh god, he was down there! She spread herself open for him, delicious and dirty. His hands on her inner thighs coaxed her to open her legs even further and she felt her labia begin to separate. The infinitely naughty feeling of spreading open her pussy right in front of her son became her sole source of arousal. It felt as naughty as the first time she'd touched herself. 

The delicious gloss of dew on her motherly blossom begged him to have a drink. He buried his nose in her clitoral hood as he kissed her vagina, plunging his tongue into her slippery birth canal and tasting its salty depths. He gazed into her eyes as he drank in what he could bring to the surface and went down for more. 

Lori couldn't look away from his eyes. She bit her lip to keep quiet. He was so beautiful between her legs! Her love for him was bursting knowing her own son wanted this from her. She spread her legs wide and touched the top of his head with her hand. A deep warmth welled up in her tummy as Brad licked her clit. She focused on his eyes—his beautiful eyes. They were so kind, so understanding of his mother's needs, so willing to make her happy. She unapologetically pushed his face further onto her, rocking her hips against him, feeling his nose and chin as well as his tongue rub her tender parts. The stubble on his chin was driving her wild! She closed her legs on his head, squeezing him tight, not letting go of his head with her hand. 

Brad moved his head in exaggerated motions inside the tight confines of her squeezing legs, rubbing his stubbly whiskers on the tender skin of her thighs. Lori's eyes rolled back in her head at the insidious scratching that was augmenting her steady progress to climax. She focused on it. She never let go of his head. She opened her eyes again. 

"Brad, look at me, baby." 

Brad gazed back at her once again, focusing his tongue on the spot that was getting the most moans—tasting her sweet, musky arousal. 

"Do you love your mommy?" she asked breathlessly. 

Brad nodded without breaking rhythm. 

"Your mommy loves you, baby. So much!" God! Talking lovingly to her son while he licked her pussy was erotic heaven. It was going to happen soon. The warmth in her womb was ready to burst out! "Mommy loves you," she said again. "You're gonna make me come, baby!" 

Hearing his mother say such a sexy thing tasted like honey dripping into his mouth. He nodded at her, but didn't speak. His tongue was aching, but he wouldn't stop until he tasted her climax. 

His eyes were what did it for her, loving her, caressing her, pushing her over the edge—her son loving her dirty. She didn't want to look away from his sweet face, but she was going to need to. Lori didn't know how to have a quiet orgasm. She stifled her moans for as long as she could but the time had come to let it out. She grabbed Brad's pillow and hugged it onto her face as Brad watched her belly start to quiver and her vagina begin to pulse on his mouth. He eagerly drank in the product of her convulsions, his mother's dripping gratification. 

Lori screamed into the pillow, hugging it as tight as she could, waves of fluid erotic pleasure rippling from Brad's tongue, spiraling out from her womb, just grazing her heart. Brad couldn't hear her screaming with her legs wrapped so tightly around his head, her pussy bucking against his face. His oxygen-starved brain began to feel light, but it would not deter him from his prime objective. He would pass out before denying his mother her orgasm. 

Lori let her ass finally settle back down to the ground, releasing Brad from her sleeper hold, breathing loudly into the pillow. "Oh god, baby. Oh god. Oh god." Brad gently kissed the inside of her thighs while she recovered, feeling occasional aftershocks rippling along her legs. 

She pulled the pillow off her face, still breathing heavily and let her legs flop limp on the floor of the tent. Brad crawled up beside her with a very sheepish grin on his face. Lori took one look at him and covered her face again with the pillow. "Oh!" she yelped, embarrassed. 

Brad's grin grew to a big smile as he waited on his mother to reveal her face again. She peeked out from the pillow with one eye. "Oh my god, Brad." 

"That was amazing," he said in disbelief. "I've never felt a woman come like that!" 

"Oh! Oh, god! Shut up, shut up, shut up!" she said, half giggling. "You shouldn't talk to your mother that way." 

Brad laughed loudly, which prompted Lori to clap a palm over his mouth. "Jesus Christ, Brad, what did we just do?" 

"Well, you just came on my face—" 

"Aaaah! No don't say it! My god, what kind of mother am I?" 

Brad looked at her for a moment. "God, you're beautiful." 

Lori's smile faded from her lips as she gazed into his piercing blue eyes once again. She took his face gently in her palm and drew him to her. "You're a perfect son," she whispered softly. 

Brad kissed her sweetly, tentatively, knowing full well his face was still wet with her orgasm. Lori kissed him back, touching tongues with him once again, embarrassed at what had happened, but strangely comforted by her own taste on his lips. 

They looked at each other in an awkward moment, not knowing how to proceed. "You should get back in the camper," Brad finally said. 

Lori nodded reluctantly. He was right. She quickly pulled her clothes back on and kissed her son goodnight on the cheek before crawling out of the tent. Brad heard her quietly open and close the door to the camper. It took him a good hour to fall asleep. 

Tuesday: Ursa Major 

Lori's mind was a million miles from the hash brown potatoes she stirred over the fire. This morning it was country breakfast for the troops and she was up early peeling potatoes and chopping peppers and onions. She'd made it a million times and this morning she was on autopilot. She couldn't think about food. She could only think about how she came for her son last night. She held his head down on her spread pussy and had an orgasm right in his face. 

If it wasn't for the sinister arousal it evoked in her, even right now, she would probably have been able to vanquish it from her mind, a sore mistake that would be relegated to a dark corner, never to be revisited again. But she would never forget it. She would never forget the earnest expression of love in her son's blue eyes as he deftly manipulated her clitoris with his tongue. 

So absent was her mind from her duties that she nearly grabbed the scalding handle of the cast-iron skillet with her bare hand. Good god, Lori, get a grip, she thought to herself. She'd never found herself so alarmingly aroused by an erotic memory, yet so embarrassed with shame. Out of the corner of her eye she saw her son emerge from his tent. She actually dreaded seeing his face this morning. 

"How much longer for the potatoes, sis?" asked Caroline. 

"About there," replied Lori. 

"Alright, cakes on the griddle," she announced, and started spooning batter onto a hot pan. "Come and get it!" 

One by one the family members made their way to the campfire to get their share of the good grub this morning. Lori spooned potatoes onto the plates in their outstretched hands. Brad was last in line. Lori dropped a heaping spoonful onto his plate and forced herself to look at him. Brad's lips were pursed, but he was obviously hiding an expression that was bursting to get out. They looked at each other seriously for a moment before they both were unable to contain it any longer. Brad flashed her a smile which made Lori involuntarily snicker. 

"What?" asked Caroline. 

Lori caught herself, embarrassed and looked at her sister. "Oh...inside joke." 

Caroline looked up at Brad's smiling face. "You're as goofy as your mother, Brad." 

"Thank you," he said. "At least I know I get it honest." He winked at his mother before going to find a chair. 

Lori's heart nearly melted at watching him walk away. She never remembered his butt being that cute. It was as though she wasn't able to see it before. She was tempted to ask Caroline if he'd always looked like that, but she thought better of it.  

She dutifully gathered the dishes after breakfast and carried them into the camper to wash them. 

"I'll help you," Caroline offered, grabbing an armload of dishes. 

"Will said he had a good time with his cousins yesterday on the trail," noted Caroline as she started the water in the sink. 

"Brad said it was ten kilometers. I can't believe the boys made it all the way around the lake!" 

"They didn't want to let Brad down. They both worship the ground he walks on. He's such a good boy, Lori." 

Lori sighed. "I know. I wish I'd had five more of him." 

"I never understood why you never had more kids. Forgive me for prying. I just never felt comfortable asking you before." 

"It's okay," Lori reassured. "I wanted more, but one was enough for Gary. Truth be told, I think one was too many for him." 

"Well, the one you got is just about perfect." 

Both women looked out the window, watching Brad throw a football with Will and Jayden. Neither of them could bring themselves to say it, but both sets of eyes were glued to Brad's tight ass as he evaded tackles. For a good thirty seconds not a single dish got washed. 

They simultaneously caught themselves ogling Brad and silently resumed the dishes. Caroline took a breath and finally spoke. "Yep, five more Brads would have been just okay." 

Both women giggled with embarrassment. 

Their quiet chore was rudely interrupted by Will opening the camper door in a rush. "Mom!" he shouted. "Dad says he saw a bull moose over in the clearing down the hill!" 

"Oh, that's wonderful, sweetie!" Caroline responded in a placatory tone. 

Will waited but wasn't getting the reaction he expected. "Come on!" 

"Oh! Right!" she said, drying her hands with a dish towel. She spoke to Lori quietly out of the side of her mouth, "I've gotta go see a bull moose." 

"I'll finish up here; go see your moose," she giggled. 

Lori continued the dishes while she looked out the window for her son. The campsite was deserted with everyone headed down the hill to get a look at the moose. She finished the plates and dumped the dirty silverware into the soapy water. 

Hearing the door open, she turned to see Brad step into the camper. "Want some help?" he asked her, like a good son. 

"Didn't go see the moose?" she asked, pleasantly surprised. 

"I saw enough of them on the way here." 

"Oh, right." She'd almost forgotten he'd been living in the wilderness for four days. 

Brad took the washed silverware from his mother and rinsed them in the sink before drying and stacking them in the drawer. His hips were touching his mother's on purpose. He was a good six inches taller than Lori at nearly six feet. Lori always complained about feeling like a dwarf next to him. 

But right now their size difference wasn't making her feel short; it was making her feel very feminine. She felt like she would melt into his strong arms if he hugged her right now. "My gosh, Brad, are you done growing yet?" she asked, only half revealing what was on her mind. 

"I hope not," he said. Brad leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Did you sleep well last night?" 

Lori paused a moment before answering. "Yes," she said sheepishly. She knew full well she went to bed satisfied and he didn't. She had more than one reason to feel guilty. 




Northern Light



Brad sensed her embarrassment and smiled to himself. "I'm glad," he said. He paused a moment. "Did you think about me?" 

Lori laughed. "Is that a trick question? How could I not think about you, baby?" 

"I thought about you, too." 

"Are they still good thoughts?" she asked. 

Brad hadn't thought about anything else since the moment his mother left his tent. He dropped the silverware he was holding into the drawer and leaned into Lori. She kissed him tenderly without taking her hands out of the dishwater. She felt like an infatuated teen. She felt her knees weaken and put her dripping hands on the edge of the sink to steady herself. 

"Is that a yes?" she asked with a relieved giggle. 

Brad smiled at his beautiful mom and nodded. 

"Run with me later?" she asked. 

"You bet." They parted as Will opened the camper door to give the wildlife report. 

"It was huge!" he exclaimed. Brad walked out to hear all about the moose. 

Later that day Lori donned her usual late afternoon garb in the camper in preparation for the early evening run. She emerged from the camper to find Brad sitting on a picnic table, tying his shoes. 

"Different loop today?" she asked. "I'm ready for a change of scenery." 

"Let's go the other way this time," he suggested, "—toward the park entrance." 

Off they went at the same pace as before. Brad already felt better about keeping up with her this time. The evening air was still and the summer sun still shone brightly. 

"I've never run outside the park," she said as they approached the sign at the entrance to La Cloche. 

"We won't go far," Brad said. Five hundred meters away was the entrance to the side trail that Brad had taken to get there on his hike. "Do you wanna run on the trail?" he asked. "It's nice and flat here." 

"You know where you're going?" she asked. 

"It's about three kilometers to the main trail from here. We can turn around and come back once we get there." 

They cut into the trail and followed it through the woods. It was nice to be away from the road for once. Lori could see what really appealed to Brad about being on the trail, the smells, the sounds, this skitter of small mammals clearing the way. 

A thousand meters into the trail, Brad fell in behind his mother on the narrow stretches. It was no accident he let her lead. His gaze once again fell to her perfect ass in her running shorts, jiggling and bouncing as though she were running merely for his enjoyment. He wanted to reach out and just touch her—to fill his hands with her soft flesh under the spandex. Did she even know how sexy her ass was? 

He touched her much sooner than expected as his groin suddenly slammed into her ass. Lori had frozen in her tracks and Brad nearly bowled her over. He grabbed her around the waist to prevent her from falling and then looked up, still holding her. His racing heart beat even harder when he saw why she had stopped. A mama black bear and her cub were staring right back at them 50 meters or so away, standing directly on the trail. 

Lori leaned back into Brad, not knowing what to do. She'd never encountered a bear before, much less a mother with her cub. "What do we do?" she whispered breathlessly. 

Brad immediately began slowly backpedaling, pulling Lori along with him. "She'll get aggressive if she thinks we're a threat to her cub. We need to give her some space." 

Lori kept herself pressed against her son's body as they backed away from the bears. She felt oddly comfortable and safe while she was in physical contact with him, as though he was some kind of shield that could ward off a bear attack with his mystical manly powers. The only power Brad really had was the power of avoidance. And he used it well, guiding her backwards with him, off the trail, never facing away from the mother bear. He found a large fallen tree trunk with no bark left and sat down on it, pulling Lori onto his lap. 

"Let's just see what she does," he said quietly. The bear kept her eyes focused on the two humans as they slowly retreated and parked themselves on the fallen tree. The bear tarried for several minutes, glancing back at them every once in a while as she kept an eye on her cub. Seeing they weren't a threat, but weren't leaving either, the bear decided to head off through the woods to get away from the annoying intruders. 

Lori had calmed down while they waited on the log, but the warm-up run followed by the frightening encounter had her blood pressure up and her libido maxed out! The clean forest air in her nostrils, the sound of chirping birds echoing off the trees, and the wet, green light filtering down through the canopy above were all making her feel positively alive! She was suddenly aware that her ass was grinding on her son, causing the first bit of a hard nub to protrude from his shorts and into her ass from below. 

The bears had disappeared altogether and Brad focused his attention on his mother's soft ass on his groin, inexplicably grinding on him, suddenly shifting the blood to his cock. He slowly grew with each little movement. Soon Lori was rocking her hips on him, feeling his rod grow underneath her. 

She honestly didn't know what had gotten into her! It was like she suddenly she had the energy of a cougar. She got a very, very naughty idea in her head. After what Brad had done to her last night, she felt emboldened. Just do it, Lori, she thought to herself. God, she was so tired of resisting! 

She slid off her son's lap and turned around to face him on her knees. She put her hands on his thighs and leaned in to give him a gentle kiss. Brad gladly kissed her back, surprised that his mother was making such a bold move on him, and even more surprised that she was doing it right there in the forest. 

Her hands wandered up to his waistband as she kissed him and tugged downward, giving him a little hint. Brad took the hint and raised his ass off the tree trunk just long enough for Lori to take them down, underwear and all. She stopped kissing him and pushed the clothes down to his ankles. She couldn't believe she was going to do it, but at the same time she was relieved that she'd finally gotten the gumption to just follow her heart. 

And her heart was immediately overjoyed when she saw what was between her son's legs. My god, her son was bigger than his father! He was longer by at least two inches, and clearly had more girth. She mentally added that to the list of things Brad didn't inherit from his dad. 

She gave him a pensive look before touching his package with the palm of her hand, gently rubbing up and down from tip to scrotum. She looked at Brad momentarily before focusing her attention again on his cock. As she expected, his expression was pleasant surprise. She had more surprises for him. She touched her lips to the head of his penis, and then his thick, pink, veiny shaft, fully erect now from the light caresses she'd given him. A full eight inches down, she found his scrotum, and kissed it tenderly while touching his shaft with her nose. 

She traced the shaft back up to the tip with her wet tongue. A slutty glance up to his eyes gifted him the pleasure of watching the woman he'd only known as Mom slowly take the head of his penis into her mouth. 

She looked at him with sexy feigned sadness in her eyes, as though acknowledging that she was being bad. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock while she palmed his balls, caressing and gently squeezing them. 

Brad's mouth hung open as he watched her devour his cock. He had never even considered that his mom knew how to do such a thing. She looked so dirty down on her knees in front of him, sucking his dick and playing with his balls. The image was almost heartbreaking, as though she were demeaning herself, but it only served to further his arousal as he watched her begin to expertly stroke his shaft while she sucked the head. 

She wagged her head in slow, slutty, deliberate strokes as she sucked, trying to look as naughty as she could for him. She popped it out of her mouth to speak. "I bet you didn't expect this." 

"Umm, no." 

"What about this?" She sunk her head onto his cock, letting him plow deeply into her tight, slippery throat until his pubic hair was mashed against her lips. She bobbed once, twice, and a third time before coming back up and looking at Brad, her hand stroking his now-slippery cock. 

"Oh my god!" he softly exclaimed. 

Lori took a great amount of pride at watching her son's reaction to her unexpected skill. An experienced woman had more to offer a young man than he would have assumed. She didn't wait for him to say anything more but plunged down onto him again, humming and moaning on his cock. She felt so slutty! She hoped Brad liked how she did it. 

Brad stroked her light brown hair, pushing it behind her ear as she sucked him. "You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth," he said softly. "You're so perfect, Mom!" 

Lori nearly swooned at hearing her son talk to her so sweetly while she did something so dirty to him. She enjoyed doing this for Gary, at least when he still wanted it from her. But Brad was a much bigger challenge to deepthroat than his father. She was simultaneously aroused and proud that she was able to take his entire dick. 

"You should watch for bears," she said, coming up for a breath. 

"I'd rather watch you." 

Lori lovingly gazed into her son's eyes as she licked the head, stroking his long shaft. Brad couldn't look away from her face. She was the pillar of beauty down on him, straining her neck to maintain blessed eye contact while her tongue never left his cock. His breathing was quickening. She could tell it wasn't going to take her long to make her son come. She knew he had been watching her ass while they ran, making himself horny by admiring her beautiful, jiggling behind. 

Brad leaned back on his hands to give himself some leverage to thrust his hips, stroking his penis through Lori's small hands and up into her mouth. She held him just right, never letting up pressure, constantly stimulating him as he fucked her hands, and it was going to pay off very quickly. 

His breathing involuntarily quickened. "Ohhhhhhh, Mom," he groaned. "Ohhhhh, god, you're gonna make me...Ohhhhhhhh!" 

Lori squeezed his shaft tightly while she firmly licked the underside of his cock head with her stiff tongue. His balls tightened and he let out a stifled, muffled groan through gritted teeth as he began to unleash his juicy load. He couldn't look away from his mother's patiently waiting eyes as the climax finally enveloped him. 

He had tried to warn her, assuming she would point his dick away while he ejaculated onto the forest floor, but to his delight and surprise, he got to deposit his cum right on her pretty lips and tongue. Lori stroked it all out of him before plunging his cock into her mouth to lick it off, sucking the last bits from his urethra and then dribbling it all out of her mouth and back onto his dick. She looked up at him as she lovingly cleaned his tool off again, this time swallowing it all. 

She licked the cum off the corner of her mouth and used her fingers to get the rest, wasting not a single drop of it, ensuring that every white jiggly blob of semen made it inside her body. 

Brad could only watch in loving amazement as the most perfect woman in the world showed him her undying love by eagerly taking his cum. She licked and slurped up and down the shaft, like a kid scrounging for the last remnants of cake batter on the beaters. 

Lori had never swallowed a load of cum before in her life. She'd found Gary's revolting, opting to jack him onto his belly or catch it in her hand to avoid staining the bed sheets. But an unexplainable urge had overcome her. She wanted, even needed to take Brad's semen—to have it inside her. When it was all gone, she wanted more. She almost ached for it, even as the aftertaste still clung to her mouth. 

Brad closed his eyes and lay down on the tree trunk to bask in the afterglow for a moment. His breathing cut through the quiet, still air of the forest. Lori rose up and laid her head on his chest, feeling a closeness to her son that she never knew she could feel. She was having some very strange feelings that she couldn't put her finger on. It wasn't even the fact that she'd just given her son head; it went much deeper than that—a longing inside her loins—an emptiness that hadn't been filled for many, many years. She crept up to his face and gave him a tender kiss. 

"Looks like the coast is clear." 

Brad sighed. "You think I'm gonna run now?" The tree Brad was lying on felt like a mattress made for a king. He could stay there the rest of the evening. 

"Move it, soldier!" she ordered, standing up and pulling him up by the wrist. "And straighten out that uniform!" 

Brad reached down to his ankles and pulled his shorts back up. 

Lori was energized! She was ready to beat it back to the campground in record time. Brad pathetically slogged along behind her until the blood got flowing to his legs again. Lori had so much energy she finished with a dead sprint to the camper. 

"Brad, your mother just owned you," teased Caroline as he approached, a full minute behind Lori. Caroline sat on a picnic table while Lori leaned onto it, recovering. 

"I got worn out protecting her from a bear," he playfully lied, walking and out of breath. 

"Really?" asked Caroline, looking at Lori. "You saw a bear? I always miss the fun stuff." 

"This one was extra fun," said Lori, secretly winking at her son. 

"Why's that?" Caroline asked. 

"Oh, just a mother and her cub enjoying themselves in the woods." 

Brad locked his intertwined fingers behind his head and waited on his heart rate to return from the stratosphere. His mother had him in awe. She had the energy and libido of a twenty-something, only with the wisdom and mature sexiness of a woman in her forties. What the hell had gotten into her? Whatever it was, he loved it. 

Wednesday: Aurora Borealis 

Lori awoke the next morning with a joy in her heart she couldn't quite understand. The things she and her son had been doing on this camping trip were definitely enough to impose penance on her soul when she returned to her real life, but that seemed oddly insignificant this morning. 

They'd slept apart that night, unable to find an excuse to end up together and not wanting to push their luck with getting caught. Lori found Brad kicked back in a chair looking intently at his phone. She sat down next to him and lovingly stroked the back of his head. "What are you reading?" she asked. 

"An article about the Northern Lights," he said without looking up. "It's gonna be a good one tonight. They're talking high angle and potential for lots of colors." 

"Really?" she exclaimed incredulously. "How lucky are we? God, I can't wait!" Lori got up and ambled around the campsite, looking up at the trees. She could see a problem. "Hmm," she mumbled. 

Brad looked up from his phone. "What is it?" 

"Well, look. We have clear view east, an okay view west, and a spectacular view south across the lake. But what is to the north?" 

"A big tree-lined hill," Brad said, more disappointed that he hadn't noticed the problem before Lori pointed it out. 

"That's a problem," she said. 

"Damn. Can't we climb the hill?" he suggested. 

Lori shook her head. "It's protected land. They warned us about going on it when we signed the papers this weekend." 

Brad picked up a rock and hurled it into the woods. "Fuck," he muttered to himself. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that was going to pass him by because some politician designated a hill off-limits. It was too bad the campground was situated on the north end of the lake. The other side had a much better view. Then it hit him. 

"Hey, wait a minute! I have a crazy idea." 

Lori looked up expectantly. 

"I know where there's a beautiful view of the northern sky." 

"Where?" she asked. 

He pointed toward the lake. "It's a hike, though. It's on the other side of the lake." 

"Oh!" she said. "How long does it take to get there?" 

"It's half a day on a rugged trail. It's the hike I took the boys on Monday. There's an abandoned campsite with a view you have to see to believe. It would mean an overnight camp, of course." 

Lori glanced in the direction of the lake and considered the ramifications of taking such an excursion. Her knees nearly buckled at the thought. She looked back at Brad pensively. "When do we need to start hiking?" 

"Are you serious?" he asked excitedly. 

"What do you think?" Lori asked him, a hopeful expression on her face. 

"I think we'd better get packing," he declared. "I still have plenty of food provisions in my backpack. It will keep us alive for a couple days if need be." 

"Do you think I can do it?" she asked. 

"Pfft, are you kidding me?" he responded incredulously. "You're in better shape than I am!" 

Lori felt a strange excitement at the idea of a long hike with Brad, her clear mind now bent on a singular purpose. She went into the camper and gathered up some of her personal items and packed a change of clothes. 

"Going somewhere, sis?" asked Caroline, cleaning up the campfire pie irons from the night before. 

"Brad and I are taking an overnight hike." 

"Oh, that's so sweet! A little mother-son bonding time? You're a lucky momma to get so much attention from Brad." 

"I know," Lori said sheepishly. She sat down to change her socks and shoes. She was a lucky momma. She didn't even realize how much yet. Brad was a son who had a lot to give his mother. 

They said goodbye to the rest of the family just after lunch and set off on their journey, backpacks full for a comfortable overnight stay. 

Julia and Caroline watched the pair head off toward the lake, both feeling a bit jealous of their sister. 

"I could spend a night in the woods with Brad," muttered Caroline. 

"Stop!" whispered Julia. "You're giving me hot flashes." 

"God, we're so bad," asserted Caroline. They both giggled. 

The trail was indeed rugged, with several spots scaling a six-inch wide footpath along a cliff overlooking the lake. Lori did her best to be cool on the dangerous places and thought she might have actually impressed her son with her confidence. 

At last they arrived at the campsite Brad had found on the previous hike, thankfully still abandoned. 

Lori stood mesmerized at the stunning vista that presented itself to their eyes only. "Oh my," she said quietly to herself. 

"Didn't I tell you?" Brad said scanning the tree-adorned cliffs. 

"It's just breathtaking!" She reached over and took her son's hand, just needing to touch another human being, thankfully her son, while she took in the staggering natural beauty. 

They had a couple hours of daylight to make camp and get the fire going. Lori cooked dinner, which consisted of generous portions of rice and a powdered sauce mix with dehydrated veggies, which actually wasn't terrible, much to her surprise. But she didn't think she could live on it for four days like Brad had. 

After dinner, Lori cleaned up the bowls out of habit and stowed them away. Brad spread a sleeping bag and pillows on the smooth rocks, against a natural backrest—perfect for watching the sky. Lori sat down on his newly created makeshift sofa and removed her shoes, blissfully peeling the socks off her aching feet. The colors on the horizon were fading toward the red end of the spectrum and Venus could be seen, still high in the western sky. 

"Honey?" she asked sweetly, holding a foot up. 

Brad smiled at her. "Okay," he relented. He didn't mind rubbing his mom's feet. It occurred to him now that he'd actually found it a bit erotic when he used to do it for her at home. It was one of those little mother-son bonding activities that Brad had just taken for granted when he was young. He held out his hands and Lori offered her left foot to him. 




Northern Lights



I looked out at the brightness through my frosty window. From the guttering, icicles descended, glistening in the wintry sunshine. I opened the window slightly, inhaling the crisp air. “So beautiful” I whispered as I snapped off the longest icicle and dropped it, watching it spear into the snow below. “Mmm, perfect murder weapon!” I giggled. I pulled my fleece blanket tightly around my shoulders as the cold air drifted in on a light chilly breeze. “Finally we will have a white Christmas…” I heard a familiar Christmas song echo through the speakers on the radio. I instantly began to whistle and hum the tune.

I closed the window and made my way downstairs and headed towards the front door. I opened it quickly, wanting to be out there, to feel the cold surround me and take me back to childhood. At thirty-three, I am still a child at heart. We haven’t had snowfall like this for sixteen years. Every year I pray for snow and especially at this time of year. As I recall, I don’t ever remember snow at Christmas and here it is, a day before the best day of the year. Or is Christmas Eve the best day? I think it might be. The anticipation of what’s to come. Seeing the smiling faces of nieces and nephews opening their presents, a sight to melt the biggest snowdrift.

The snow takes me back to when I was younger. Hours were spent building a snowman, the beginning of which was a snowball the size of a tennis ball. My friends and I would take turns to roll it from one house to another along the pathways. As we reached the middle of the avenue, the snowball was the size of a football. We trudged through more snow, picking it up as we went. From a football size to a basketball size and bigger still. We had so much fun rolling the huge ball around and around the avenue and through the playing field. In the end the ball got so big that it took three or four of us to roll it back to my garden. 

We managed it though and when we got to my house we all rushed in, hoping to find my dad to measure how tall the ball of snow was. Poor dad, we didn’t give him time to get his coat and gloves on. The look on his face when he got outside and saw the body of our snowman said it all. It was by far the biggest we had ever made. He measured it and announced that it was three feet and four inches high. My friends and I jumped up and cheered. We rolled the ball into the right position and headed across the road to start on the other side. It was time to make the head of the snowman. 

I smiled to myself as I stood out on the doorstep. I looked down and saw the icicle standing upright in the snow. Dare I step out a little further and get harpooned by my own murder weapon falling from the gutter, I thought. I glanced down the road and saw a figure walking towards my house. The only sound was the trudging of their boots as they sunk into the snow. I knew they were heading for my house. There were no other houses nearby. They lifted their arm and waved. I waved back, still not recognising who they were, although I was sure it was a woman. Long dark hair flowed past her shoulders, dancing in the breeze. She was dressed in jeans and a creamy coloured chunky woolly jumper. She must be freezing. 

She opened the gate and cautiously walked towards me. As she neared me she held out her hand. “I’m sorry to bother you, but my car has got stuck in the snow. Can I borrow your phone? I really wasn’t prepared for this weather!”

I took her hand and she held it tightly. Her hand was freezing and I was surprised she could still move her fingers. “Yes of course you can, come in and I’ll get you a warm drink. Is tea ok?”

“Yeah thanks. I stayed at my sisters last night. She lives in the next village. The snow wasn’t that bad when I left there, but you seem to have it quite bad here. I’m sure they didn’t forecast it, but you know what they say about the British weather…”

We both looked at each other and simultaneously announced, “unpredictable!” 

She rubbed her hands together, bringing a little life into them. “I’m Alex by the way. I was a little worried as to who might live here, you’re pretty isolated here.” She seated herself at the kitchen table, continuing to rub her hands together.

“Isolated yes, but so damn pretty on a morning like this. Don’t you agree? Do you have milk, sugar?”

“Milk, please and no sugar…”

“Sweet enough eh?” I teased. She smiled and her eyes smiled with her. I poured out our teas and placed them on the table then sat opposite her. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were glazed over. Oh god those eyes. They were a shade of green with a delicate hint of blue. Piercing. I placed my hands on hers and massaged them. “Jesus, you have frostbite I think. We’d better get you warmed up. I’m Chrissy by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, Chrissy. I don’t want to be too much trouble. I shall go when I’ve made my call.”

“You aren’t going back out there just yet. As lovely as it is, you are not dressed for it!”

“What about your husband, won’t he mind your Christmas eve being interrupted?”

I smiled. “There’s no husband. I live alone. And it will be good to have a little company. It doesn’t look like I will be going out anywhere.”

“Where were you going?”

“Oh just visiting my parents and meeting up with the rest of the family. Depending on how it went I might have stayed the night with them. Still, its beautiful here now that we have snow.”

Her eyes cut into me again. I have never seen eyes that colour before. I hadn’t noticed and neither had she but my hands were still on hers. I had stopped the massaging and was now lightly stroking her soft skin. I could feel it warming up in my palms. She smiled and parted her lips. “That feels good, my hands are warming up.”

I slowly took my hands from hers and placed them around my mug of tea. “Come with me, its warmer in the living room… and the phone is in here too.” She took her mug and followed me into the adjoining room. “Are you hungry?”

I looked over at Alex and she was looking around the room. “I hate to be a bother, but I am a little hungry. You’ve decorated it wonderfully Chrissy. I love the co-ordinated look but I can never quite manage it and I end up with an array of colours on my tree and everywhere else.” She sat down on the long sofa, her eyes following the silver tinsel as it sat neatly around the edge of the walls where they meet the ceiling. A frosted garland draped over the mantelpiece with static white lights entwined through it. The tree stood about eight feet high and sat proudly in the bay window. Clear lights twinkled through the frosted lilac baubles. She placed her mug on the coffee table. “Did you do all this by yourself?

“Yes I did. I love Christmas. I decorate nearly every room.” I leant down and picked up the firelighters. “I’ll get this going then I’ll do us something to eat. The phone is just behind you.” 

“Thanks, I’ll call my sister in a minute.”

I lit the firelighters and soon the crackling of the dry logs could be heard. “You can’t beat an open fire!”

She smiled at me with a look of warmth and friendliness. She was stunning, a little taller than me, and maybe a little thinner. I would also say she was a little younger than me. Her bust was smaller than mine, but she had a definite handful! “I’ll just call my sister, her husband will help me out.”

“I’ll go get us something to eat.”

She lifted the receiver as I turned toward the kitchen. “The phones dead… no ring tone… or anything!” 

I couldn’t help but raise a little grin and my belly somersaulted. “I take it neither of us are going anywhere then. Good thing I have plenty of food in. Won’t be turkey for us though… more like pizza or something. That ok with you?”

“Chrissy I can’t intrude on your Christmas.”

“Sure you can, I’d love for you to stay. But there’s a drawback.” 

Alex looked a little worried. “What drawback?”

“You will have to put up with Christmas music and as we are home, you will have to help me decorate the outside of the house. I wasn’t gonna do it but as we are snowed in, the lights on the tree outside will look beautiful. You will help right?”

“I would love to… but I have no clothes… or anything!”

“Well, I guess you are a tad smaller than me, so any of my clothes will fit you. If you don’t mind wearing my gear that is?” 

“Not at all… I would love to spend Christmas with you.”

“Well I will just get you some clothes to change into and while you take a shower I will do breakfast… how does a full English sound?”

“That sounds delicious.”

I made my way upstairs and found some comfortable clothes for Alex, a pair of navy leisure trousers and a cream sweatshirt with a logo on it and now for the underwear, something simple… a black pair of bikini knickers and a bra top. I know damn well she won’t fill out my bras but the bra top will do. I laid the clothes on the spare bed in the guest room then went into the bathroom and began to run the shower for her. I draped a huge jumbo size towel over the radiator and hung a bathrobe over the door.

I skipped downstairs and stood in the doorway, looking at Alex. She was leaning back against the sofa. Her eyes were closed. She looked so sexy sitting there. I pondered at the thought that maybe she was married, or was she single. Who would ever kick her out of bed? I know damn well I wouldn’t. I couldn’t help but stand and stare at her. Her long dark hair framed her face perfectly. It was lightly curled, like you had twisted it around your finger. 

The fire suddenly crackled and startled both of us. Alex spoke first. “I think I must have dozed off. It feels so comfortable and warm.”

“Your shower is running and I left you some clothes in the guest room on the bed. I hope they are ok.”

“Oh thanks… where is the guest room?”

“Up the stairs, first door on the left. The bathroom is the next door on the left. I’ll start breakfast!”

Alex went upstairs and took her shower as I began to cook breakfast. As the sausages cooked I pulled out the table by the window in the sitting room that looked out to the back garden. I made fresh tea and put the orange juice on the table then went back to the kitchen. The smell of fried eggs, bacon and sausages wafted through the house. I had just put the food on the plates when Alex strolled into the kitchen. I looked at her and nearly dropped the plate. She smiled at me and took it and went to sit herself down at the kitchen table. “I thought we’d sit in the living room and watch the snow. It’s just started to fall again.”

“Ok... that sounds wonderful.”

“Let’s eat, we have a busy day!”

Over breakfast we learned a lot about each other. Alex was single and had been for a while. She was engaged a few years back but called it off. She never knew why, she just said it was a gut feeling and that was that. No explanation or anything. She appeared to be a tough cookie but there was a sensitive side to her. When she talked about personal things her beautiful eyes glazed over. I reached over and placed my hand on hers, my thumb falling between hers and her index finger. I lightly stroked her and she tenderly squeezed my thumb. Her sea-green eyes smiled at me and she released her grip on my thumb. I slowly edged my hand away and stood up to clear the table. 

Alex followed me and we placed the plates and cups on the worktop. She was standing close to me and I could smell my soap lingering in the air and when she turned her head I could smell the fragrance from my shampoo. She stepped closer and put her hand on my shoulder. I looked into her eyes and watched her move closely into me. It felt like it was slow motion and I couldn’t do anything about it. I froze. She kissed me softly, our tender lips brushing against each other. A bolt of electricity passed through. She must have felt it too. I parted my lips and took her top lip into my mouth. I sucked it between my lips and tenderly released it. I did the same to her lower lip. I felt her softly moan and I reluctantly pulled away. 

I brushed her twisting curls from her face. “Why did you kiss me?”

“To say thanks for your invitation and for the scrumptious breakfast.”

She took a step back. After that kiss I can’t let her go. I placed my fingers just under her sweatshirt and pulled on the waistband of her trousers. I pulled her towards me. “You felt it didn’t you? The kiss. There was more to it than a thank you.” I looked deep into her eyes. This time it was my blue eyes that held her stare. “Tell me you felt it Alex or we’ll just forget it happened.” She looked down, not wanting to look at me. My heart skipped a beat and my stomach started to churn. Had I read it wrong? Have I just made a terrible mistake, turning a simple kiss into something more? My finger whispered along her cheek. “Alex, tell me?”

“I felt it Chrissy, it was electric. I have never kissed a woman before. My intention was to just kiss you on the cheek, but, when I stood here, opposite you, I wanted your lips.” Her eyes glazed over again and a tear crept out and slowly made its way down her cheek. I pulled her into me and held her face in my palms. I softly kissed the tip of her nose. I kissed her cheek then a little higher. I placed my lips on the path of her tear and tasted its saltiness as it hit my taste buds.

“Promise me you will stay for Christmas even if the phone lines get fixed.”

“I promise.” She smiled.

My lips returned to hers, softly at first. Tasting each other, feeling each other’s moist tongues twirl around in our mouths. My arm reached around her and I pulled her into me. Her hands were now in my hair and her long nails scraped the bottom of my neck. I moaned into her. Our mouths now opened and closed with a new urgency. She flicked the tip of her tongue along my lip and I sucked it in. My fingers crept up inside the cream sweatshirt and I felt the curve of her breasts. They were bigger than what I thought. My hand trailed down her stomach. Oh god, she was perfect. She had a taut stomach, so flat… so unlike mine. My fingers glided back up and fondled her breasts through the bra top. 

She grabbed my hair and turned my head to the side. Her probing tongue flicked my neck, all the way down my throat and she kissed me in the sensitive dip at the base. Her kisses moved back up and she brushed them on my ear. She gently nibbled it and I felt her hot breath on my skin. I softly spoke with an edge of breathlessness. “Alex… I. “ Her tongue edged inside my ear. Lightly licking it, swirling her tongue in and around it. “Mmm, I want you Alex.”

She pulled her tongue away and purred into me. “You can have me.” I turned to face her and with both hands I tugged at her trousers and pulled them down to her ankles. The knickers quickly followed. I grabbed at her waist and lifted her on to the worktop. “Oh god, Chrissy what are you doing?”

“You said I can have you…so I’m having you, here and now!” I gently but firmly spread her knees and I teasingly licked the inside of her thighs. Her hands immediately grappled with my hair as I moved closer to her pussy. Her scent was intoxicating, heightening my arousal to the highest level. It passed through my nose and down my throat. I could taste her even though my lips and tongue hadn’t yet crept between her swollen lips. As I kissed her thighs I could see her full pink lips glistening with her juices. I looked up at her beautiful face and when her gorgeous eyes met mine I made direct contact with her clit.

“Ohhh god…” She cried out as she leant back against the wall. She opened her legs wider and higher. Her pussy was open, begging me to lick every orifice my tongue could find, and god I was going to search. I flicked the tip of my tongue on the underside of her full lips. I moved further along, flicking it faster and harder. I could hear her breathing become heavier and every inhaled breath carried a moan on it. I swirled my tongue over and under her lips. I hungrily devoured her pussy and moved to the delicacy at the tip of my tongue. I licked and sucked it into my mouth. Her hands in my hair were now guiding me. She pulled on my head and tugged at my hair. My tongue lay hard and flat on her clit and I began to grunt and groan as she ground herself on my tongue. “Oh god, oh god… yes Chrissy… baby don’t stop… I’m cumming… god yesss!” She jolted into me. “Ohh yess.” Another jolt. “Ooohhhh god yessssss!”

I lifted myself up, smiling at her. “Kiss me, taste yourself on me…” She bent forward slightly and hesitantly placed her lips on mine. Her tongue crept out and licked my lips. She licked my nose and my cheeks. She kissed my eyelids. Short sharp kisses covered my face closely followed by short moist licks.

“Mmm, I have never cum so hard in all my life. That was something else.”

“No baby, you were something else.” I kissed her then gently lifted her off the worktop. I got on my knees and pulled up her knickers and trousers. “We have work to do, it will be dark in a couple of hours.”

“But what about you?” You haven’t cum!”

“All in good time hun. We have the rest of today and tomorrow. And maybe even Boxing day.”

I grabbed my boots and a spare pair and gave them to Alex. From the top of the airing cupboard I grabbed two pairs of thick socks. I rolled up a pair up and hurled them at Alex. “Duck…” I shouted. She didn’t do it in time and got hit by the socks. “You will have to be quicker than that baby.” I jested at her.

“We’ll see.” She giggled as she unravelled the socks and began to ease her toes into them.

I took a fleece jacket from the hanger above the back door and handed it to Alex. “It will be a bit big for you, but it’ll do.” I then took my jacket and we both made our way down to the shed. I removed the ladder from the hooks and gave it to Alex. She waited as I grabbed the big box of lights from the shelf. “Come on then… if we get time we’ll do the hedges out the back too!”

“You really love all this don’t you?” She smiled.

“How did you guess?”

We made our way to the front of the house, passing the snowy hedge as it led to the wooden gate. “It’s really beautiful here Chrissy, I could quite easily fall in love with it.” She looked at me and raised an eyebrow. Her piercing eyes pulled me closer to her and I placed my lips on hers. Our eyes never closed, looking deep into each other’s souls. I could see faint ice blue lines spurring out from the pupils. I could feel her warmth and tenderness oozing through her gaze and her soft kiss.

I slowly pulled away and led us down the path. I took the ladder from her and leant it against the tree. It stood about twenty foot high and had thick sturdy branches. We then walked towards the kitchen window that was slightly open. Alex opened the box of lights and took the plug out and reached up towards the window. “When you see the plug fall below the window you won’t need to push anymore through.” Alex fed the cable through the window, watching intently as the plug descended. “Now it’s the fun part… come on baby!”

“Snowball fight…” Alex shouted and before I could turn away she threw a large ball of snow at me. It thudded as it hit my shoulder and broke up into a trillion crystals. “You have to be quicker than that.” She laughed.

I ran towards her giggling and scooped up a handful of snow. “I’ll get you back my little snow angel…” She stood there laughing as I bound into her, knocking her over, patting the snow on her head and ruffling it through her hair. I was now on top of her and I began to lick the snowflakes off her cheeks, forehead and her nose. She moaned as my tongue met her lips and again we kissed with intensity. Surrounded by snow but all I felt was warmth.

“Chrissy, this isn’t helping to get the lights up.” Her eyes twinkled and she looked up towards the guttering. “You know they would make great murder weapons!” 

I giggled at her. “Yes I know they would… let’s get up before we both get murdered!”




Northern Lights



I got up and gave her my hand to hold. “No wait… I want to do something that I’ve never done before.” Before I could say anything she began to move her arms and legs back and forth. “Now I really am your snow angel.”

I offered my hand again and this time she took it. “Indeed you are baby.”

We carefully unravelled the cable and wrapped the spare wire around the trunk of the tree until the first bulb could sit on the lower branch. I placed the ladder against one of the sturdy branches while Alex passed me the lights. I twisted the lights around the branches. I climbed a little higher up the ladder and stepped off it onto a thick branch. From there I was able to wrap and curl the lights around each branch. She let go of the final bulb and I curled it around and between two thin branches. I stepped back on the ladder and slowly made my way down. “That’s it baby… now do you want to switch them on or shall I?”

“Oh Chrissy can we wait until it gets a little darker. It would look so much better.” Her cheeks radiated and her smile was beautiful. “I know why you get so excited about it now. I have never put lights on the outside of my house. It’s going to look beautiful.”

“Yes it is… do you want to decorate the hedges and trees out the back?”

Her eyes opened wide and she broadly smiled. “Can we? Do you mind?”

“I don’t mind at all, … and later it will look beautiful no matter what window we look through.”

Her gaze caught me again and she pointed at her eyes. “And what about my windows that I’m looking through now. I can see beauty already.” She leant into me and ran her finger down my cheek. “I’m so glad I’m here.”

“I’m …” She interrupted me with her warm tongue on my lips and gently parted them. Her warmth spread through me, melting the barrier around my heart. I pulled back, wanting to say something but afraid to do so. Other words stumbled out between what I really wanted to say. “We have… about half an hour of light left I guess. We better hurry!” Alex stood and looked at me blankly. “What’s up?” I whispered.

“Oh nothing, I thought you were gonna say something else… let’s get these lights up. I can’t wait to see how it looks.” Alex turned and walked quickly ahead carrying the empty box while I trudged behind her, holding the ladder. I hooked it back up in the shed as she spoke to me. “Don’t we need that?” I looked at her but she wouldn’t look my way. She turned and went to walk out, but stopped as she heard my voice. 

“We don’t need this for the trees. As you can see they aren’t that tall.” I grabbed two boxes off the shelf and we both walked towards the porch at the back of the house. “There’s two sockets just inside, if we feed them through the small window we can plug them in down there.” Alex took the plugs and slipped them through the window. She opened the door and located the sockets just inside the door. 

She plugged them in then trudged through the blanket of snow to where I began to guide the lights through the hedging. “Can I do the other side?” She gave the look of innocence, like a child asking. 

“Yeah sure, when you get to that furthest post, cut across the garden and weave them through the trees. I leant in and tenderly kissed her cold red nose. “If it’s foggy tonight, Father Christmas will have to make do… I’m not letting you go Rudolph.” She giggled and I was pleased. The tension from a few minutes ago had dissipated. “I’ll race you to the trees…”

One by one we both hooked up the string of white lights through the hedging. I noticed Alex a little way ahead of me and decided I would slow her down a little. I packed a snowball in my palms and rested it on the hedge. I repeated it until I had six snowballs lined up. I shouted “Alex…” She turned around and I threw them one after the other. 

She screamed at me. “Stop… that’s not fair. You bloody wait…”

“Yeah yeah…” I carried on quickly as she brushed the snow from her clothes. “I’m beating you, I’m gonna get there first.”

“Ohhh I will get you back,” she teased. 

The light was fading fast and as we neared the centre of the trees the temperature appeared to plummet. “I better get some more logs ready, that’s gonna be freezing later. Can you finish my lights off?” Alex smiled and nodded at me as I turned and sunk into the snow and walked to the log store on the left of the wall. I lifted the lid and pulled out some logs. As I bent over I heard Alex behind me. “You finished the lights baby?”

“Yeah…” I felt her fingers caress my bum. I moaned and pushed further back. “Ohh you like that yeah?” I moaned again into the log store. I felt her fingers slide between my thighs. “It’s warm down there baby… have you been having nice hot thoughts… or have you been having ice cold thoughts?” I was just going to answer her when I felt her hand reach up under my jacket and under my jumper. I screamed as she squashed a handful of snow into my back. I jumped up and dropped some logs on the ground and they rolled between our feet. 

“God, you little bitch… shit, that was cold.”

“I told you I’d get you back didn’t I?”

“Ok, we’re even now… no more.” After the initial shock I began to laugh. “It’s dark enough now, we can put the lights on.” Alex jumped up and clapped her hands in the air. I put my arm through hers and we walked to the porch. “You wait out here… I’ll switch them on.” As I passed in front of her I tapped my finger on her nose. “Is that ok Rudolph?” She smiled that heavenly smile. I crept inside the porch and flicked the switches. The only indication I had that the lights were on was the gasp coming from Alex.

“Ohh god, look… it’s… it’s so beautiful, enchanting even.” I stood behind her and rested my head on her shoulder and wrapped my arms around her. She lifted her arms and caressed my damp hair. “Chrissy, thank you for letting me stay.”

I kissed her ear and whispered. “No problem baby. I’m glad I asked you. Come on, let’s get these logs inside and we can switch on the lights out the front.”

We both picked up an armful each and placed them just inside the back door. I shut the door and we walked hand in hand, pass the hedge and through the gate. We headed straight for the front door and stood in the doorway. I knelt down and flicked the switch. 

“Ohh… wow… all the colours. Look how it appears on the snow. It’s like…”

Simultaneously again we spoke. “The northern lights.” 

“Yes Chrissy, it’s so romantic.” Alex began to walk towards the brightly coloured tree. “Come with me… hold me under our northern lights.” I skipped through the snow and held her tightly. “Kiss me Chrissy…” I planted my lips directly on hers as my arms again wrapped around her body. Her hands came up and held on to my head. Her fingers twisted in my hair and she pulled me in closer, our lips touched. She devoured me, ravished me under the lights. I was moaning into her and she was gasping between each breath. “I want you…” Her lips now on my neck were gently nibbling on my soft skin. 

I felt her fingers move lower down my arms, onto my lower back and along the waist of my jeans. She spun me round and my back was up against the trunk of the tree. I felt my jeans become loose and her cold fingers edged inside. Her other hand tugged at my zip and when it was lowered her fingers came back up to my face. “I have wanted you since that first kiss.” She kissed me hard and bit along my lips. I gasped as her icy fingers slid inside my knickers, the coldness against my warm moist crevice. “Mmm, baby, you are soaked.” With two fingers she rubbed me and slid inside my pussy. I shrieked at the contact and after a minute or two I began to shake. “Are you that close?” I nodded and her fingers retreated from my pussy and flicked my clit.

“Ohhh shit…don’t stop…” My legs began to buckle and my arms reached up, holding on to the branch above. The snow fell off the branches and sprinkled us in whiteness and it glistened a thousand colours as it fell on her face and in her hair. I rocked back and forth on her fingers. “Uhhh… ohhhh… ohh god. Alex, make me cum.” Her fingers were relentless. They strummed on my clit, getting faster and faster. I could feel it building. The tingling and numbness crept up my thighs. Inside, my body clenched. Every muscle tightened. “Ohh baby, yes… yeah.” My knees began to fall again. “Harder… do it harder.” I panted. 

She pressed hard into my clit and frantically rubbed. “Ohh god yeah… ohhhhhh goddddd.” I couldn’t say anymore, I mumbled. “Mmmm.” She kissed me hard as I came, ravishing me. Feeling my orgasm rip through every nerve in my body. I felt my clit throb against her fingers. They lightly rubbed against my quivering flesh until the pulsing subsided. Her kisses became less urgent and she licked along my lips. My breathing slowly recovered as I looked at her smiling at me. The reflection of the coloured lights twinkled in her eyes and I was speechless.

She whispered on my lips. “I think we better get inside, don’t you?” I nodded and placed my hands in hers. “Shall I make the tea while you do the fire?” I smiled and kissed her cheek. We walked to the house and removed our boots and jackets. Alex looked towards the fireplace. “The fire is nearly out… will it take long to build back up?”

I lifted some logs from the kitchen floor and carried them to the hearth. “It won’t take long baby… you gonna make some tea and I’ll do us some soup shortly.”

By the time Alex had made the tea the fire was roaring again. It crackled loudly as we sat at the table. The living room had a warm glow to it and the Christmas tree finished the ambience completely. I took her hand in mine and looked out into the beautifully lit garden. “We did a good job out there today. Thank you… for everything!” I squeezed her hand just before she pulled it away and lifted it to my cheek. She brushed the back of her hand down it and I leant into it. I bought my hand up to hold hers against my face. “You hungry?” 

She shook her head slowly and whispered, “no.”

I stood up and took her hand. “Shall we move to the sofa?” She followed me and sat in the same place as she did earlier on in the day. It seemed like so long ago. She sunk into it letting the cushioning surround her, hugging her. I settled beside her, fidgeting, trying to get comfortable.

“Why don’t you lay down and put your head on my lap.”

“Do you mind?”

“Course not.” She whispered as she patted her thigh. I rested my head on her leg and watched the flames dancing as Alex ran her fingers through my hair. Her touch was soft and delicate. My fingers were tracing swirling patterns, over her knee and down her calf. Her other hand dropped from the back of the sofa to my arm. She stroked it lightly. As time went on her fingers edged closer to my breasts. They crept over my heavy mounds and toyed with my nipples.

“That feels good…” 

“I have never felt another woman’s tits before. It does feel damn good.”

I bought my hand to my breast and covered her hand. I pressed it into me. Squashing my breast with our hands. Minutes passed and her hand pulled away and her fingers stopped their twirling in my hair. “You ok Alex?”

“Yeah… can I ask you something?”

“Sure, go for it!”

“How many women have you been intimate with? I mean you are obviously experienced after what happened on the worktop earlier.”

“Truthfully, only two, the last one being about nine months ago!”

“Chrissy, look at me!” I turned to face her and she leant down and kissed me tenderly. “Will you make love to me? You know, really make love to me.” She looked deep into my eyes. I could see the flames flickering in them. “Can you do that to me?” I smiled at her and lifted my head. I kissed her, edging my tongue out along her full lips. God they are so kissable. 

“Wait here baby, ok…” I eased myself from her and went upstairs to my bedroom. I opened the bottom drawer and took out the harness and the dildo. I hadn’t used it in a while. I began to panic, thinking maybe this was not what she expected at all. I sat on my bed, contemplating as to whether this was the right thing to do or not. After a few minutes I decided to take my chance then made my way down the stairs. 

I had just walked through the doorway and was entranced by what I saw. I stood dead in my tracks and stared at her beauty. Alex was naked, standing with her back to me. The flames of the fire flickered on her taut skin. The glow of the flames silhouetted her body. She began to turn slowly and I stepped back and stared at her through the thin gap in the door. Her breasts fell as she bent over and pulled the fleece blanket from the chair near the Christmas tree. She turned again and placed the blanket on the floor in front of the hearth. She stood and reached for the large cushions and scattered them on the blanket. 

She walked around the room blowing out the candles. The only light in the living room now was the orange and red glow emanating from the fire and the soft white lights from the Christmas tree. My breathing had slowed and I inhaled a deep breath as she walked towards me. God, please don’t catch me spying on you. It could ruin everything. Just as I was about to show myself to her, she veered off and went to the chair near the window that faced the back garden. I breathed out then heard her talk softly. “This is so beautiful…” She lifted the throw from the back of the chair and began to walk away from me. As my eyes drank in her beauty I noticed a tattoo on the base of her back, just above the crevice between her cheeks. She dropped the throw on the floor and sexily lifted her arms and ruffled her hair. She lowered herself and she pulled the throw over her. 

I casually walked in the living room. “You look comfortable down there… are you naked under that blanket?” She looked up and smiled. No words were needed as she peeled away the throw, showing me her breasts. “I guess that answers my question.” We giggled as I placed the harness and dildo on the sofa. “This is what you meant yeah… making love to you!” Her nod was all I needed to push my doubts aside. I quickly undressed. I couldn’t wait to be near her. “I hope its warm in there. It’s freezing upstairs.”

She possessed a wicked grin and flirtatiously spoke. “I’m sure we can generate our own heat… now get yourself in here!”

I wasted no time in pulling back the throw and sliding myself in next to her. My hand swept over her belly. I caressed her soft skin, stroking circles around her belly button. From where we were laying we could see the coloured lights from tree outside. It did look beautiful. I leant into her face and kissed her tenderly. She let out a moan as I parted her lips. I kissed her top lip, followed by the bottom. As I kissed her, my hands crept up and fondled her breasts. I alternated between each one, lovingly stroking and gently twisting the nipples as she lightly gasped in my mouth. I pulled away and kissed her cheek, ear and her neck. My tongue found its way between her breasts and swirled itself in moist circles over her firm mounds. 

She sighed and moaned as I took her nipple into my mouth. I gently tugged it with my teeth and she arched her back, feeding me her breast even more. I sucked on it and flicked my tongue over it. Her hands were playing in my hair, getting rougher by the minute. I didn’t want this to be hurried or rough, I wanted to give her what she wanted so I eased the pressure of my caresses and softly began to kiss her. Her playfulness in my hair receded to lightly stroking my curls. I kissed her again and brushed strands of hair from her face. She parted her lips and her voice was barely audible. “Make love to me Chrissy.”

“I would love to.” I whispered. “Are you sure though? We don’t have to.” 

“I’ve never been so sure about anything.” Her eyes twinkled. Numerous colours reflected in them, they merged together like the northern lights. “This is so special, laying here. The fire, the lights… you!” I kissed her. I had to. At that point I was ready to cry my heart out, overjoyed at having this beautiful woman in my arms. 

I reached above her and took the harness and the dildo from the sofa and knelt between her legs. Her look was that of bewitchment. She watched intently as I fastened the straps around my thighs and hips. She giggled a little as I positioned the dildo and tightened the straps. I bent forward and lowered my lips to her knees. I kissed and licked them, working my way to her inner thighs. I looked up at her and her eyes tell a variety of feelings, nerves, excitement and maybe a hint of fear. We smiled at each other and I lowered my face to her pussy. I flattened my tongue and licked it with long strokes. She moaned with every lick. She felt like velvet on my tongue. I gently teased her clit and she grabbed my hair. “Don’t tease me, please… I need you!”

I grinned at her and shuffled between her thighs. I kissed her belly then her breasts. I lowered my bum down and guided the dildo into her pussy. She gasped as I entered her, moaning as I edged it in a little further. She spread her legs wide and lifted them higher, inviting me to go in further. I pressed my hips onto her and was now all the way in. I kissed and held her close to me as I made love to her. A rhythm was building and she was breathing heavily into my mouth as we kissed. Our breasts became one as they squashed together, our nipples rubbing. Her hands squeezed into my back, pulling me to her. I felt her hips rise to meet mine. I gasped as I felt her nails dig into my skin. “Ohh Alex, I love that…” I was getting breathless. We were coated in beads of sweat. I licked up her cheek and over her forehead. My hips pulled back and forth and her moans surrounded my ears and echoed right through me. 

“Oh Chrissy, it feels so…” She couldn’t finish her words as I steadied the pace. Her moans were becoming deeper. “Don’t… uhhh…. stop.” I lifted myself up a little and lowered my mouth to surround her nipple. Again she arched her back, giving herself to me. Her breathing began to quicken and incoherent words oozed from her. I moved my hand between us and my finger gently rubbed her clit causing her to shriek and buck her hips into me. “Ohh god….” My finger flicked her clit harder as I moved a little faster in her pussy. “Chrissy… I’m gonna ex…plode... Ohhhhhh godddd… yes… yesssss.” I slowed down the pace, watching her writhe beneath me. I could feel her whole body trembling against me.

Her eyes glazed over and a tear fell from each one. I softly kissed her cheeks and licked her salty tears. “Baby, are you ok?” She nodded and smiled. I smiled too and eased myself out of her. “You looked gorgeous as you were cumming. I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

She kissed me tenderly and softly spoke. “I don’t ever want to leave you.”

She had captured me and warmth spread throughout my body, evaporating my already weakened barriers. “Then don’t leave…” She held me tightly against her, my cheek against her breast. Our breathing slowed and our eyes closed as we drifted off in the glow of our northern lights and to the sound of the crackling fire.