34 comments/ 64615 views/ 106 favorites Mom's an Arctic Fox By: CavyConsultant The Volvo rolled to a stop on the icy forecourt in front of the hotel. The silent cabbie, bundled up in cold-weather gear, looked at Jason in the mirror. Only the man's eyes were visible above his thermal facemask. "Can I have a minute?" Jason made a show of hunting around for the fare. The Lodge, a popular winter resort just outside Kiruna, Sweden's northernmost town, looked inviting, all lit up with Christmas lights. Certainly better than the back of the cab. But he was afraid to go in. Jason was not a tourist. He was nearing the end of a two year secret -actually illegal -- search for his birth mother. He had come all the way from New York to find her. He was twenty years old, and neither his adoptive parents back in the States or his birth mother knew he was there. She could be working in reception right now. He just didn't know. He paid the cabbie and got out. It was freezing cold. Late afternoon two days after Christmas, and pitch black of course. He took a deep breath of icy air and headed in through the double doors, into the reception area and lounge. It was very quiet. A pretty girl who looked about his age was at the reception desk. "I'd like to check in," he said as he unzipped his many layers. She looked up and smiled. He smiled back. She was lovely, with dark hair and high cheekbones, oval blue eyes with a hint of Slav. She was dressed in an elaborately embroidered jacket with a thick sweater underneath. Her name tag said Minna. "My name's Jason Thomas." "Velcom." She pecked at the keyboard. "Yust you, ja?" She raised her eyebrows inquisitively. "Yes. I was booked to travel with a friend, but he broke his ankle last week. So I'm on my own." This was a big lie of course. She looked sympathetic. "Vot a shame. Ve vill look after you." She looked around the reception area. " You are ze last guest today. Ve are quiet. Busy Christmas. Busy New Year. But not between. Zo I can show you to your room." She looked at his backpack. "Follow me, please." She came around the desk and led him down a long wooden passageway past silent doors, up a flight of creaky stairs, to a room at the side of the hotel. She waved a card at him and pushed it in the slot, opened the door and gestured him inside. He entered the cabin-like hotel room, much warmer than the reception area had been. He dumped his pack on the bed and started pulling off layers of clothing while she switched on the lights in the bathroom and the main bedroom. She closed the curtains and turned to him. By now he was standing there in his jeans and T-shirt. She paused, looking at him with interest. "I can open ze bar if you would like a drink after your long journey. From America, ja?" He saw something in her eyes, an unexpected intimacy. He felt it himself. Almost like an old girlfriend he had lost touch with. Not that he had a long list. "That would be great." She looked him up and down once again. "Av a shower and change. Kom down in an hour, ja?" "It's a date." She laughed and left. He looked at the hotel literature to see if the staff names were listed anywhere. No luck. Two hours later he was on his fifth Helsingborg, propping up the small bar with Minna behind the counter. She was drinking, too. They were the only ones there. He wanted to ask the names of the other resident staff, but could not think of a credible reason to do so. A worrying thought had occurred to him that Minna might be related to his birth mother, but it turned out her surname was Saari. He breathed a sigh of relief. "Saari Is not very Swedish. I am Sami. Laplander people's. We are different from Swedes. Culture. Religion. Many differences." Jason had managed to forget about his mission for the evening. He would have to wait until the morning to hunt down his mother. Tonight was becoming fun. He was a little drunk. "Tell me about your culture Minna. You have music? Dance? Perhaps you could do a little Lapp-dancing for me?" Minna frowned, and pointed up at the wall behind her which was festooned with signs and notices. Most of them were in Swedish, but the one she was pointing at was in English: 'No Lapp-Dancing jokes. By order of The Management." She smiled at him, then looked above him at the large skylights. Something was happening. She dashed over to the window and looked outside. "Kom!" He rushed over. Northern Lights. Bright and powerful. "Go put your outside clothes on. You are only here three days. We never know how long it lasts. Kvikly!" Ten minutes later he followed her out into the frigid countryside. She led him up a hill to get clear of the trees. The wind on top of the hill above the resort was strong. The temperature was twenty five degrees below freezing. He was transfixed by the beauty of the green and red moving curtains in the sky. He had never seen anything like it before. But the beer was pressing on his bladder. The exertion and the extreme cold made it urgent he go. He found an isolated tree, while Minna watched the sky, and he unzipped seemingly endless layers of clothing. At last he found his dick, pulled it out and waited. He wanted to go so badly. After thirty seconds nothing happened and he wondered what was going on. "Vot are you doink?" He heard Minna shout. She ran over to him and he was embarrassed. She pulled out a flashlight and shone it on his ghost-white dick. No piss. Nothing. "Usch! Your litel cock will freeze!" He started to shove it back inside his Arctic pants and suddenly felt a twinge of stabbing pain. She shook her head. "Take zis and shine it." She handed him the flashlight and knelt in front of him, ripped off her face mask and without hesitation took his cock inside her mouth. He felt nothing, and realized she had been right. His cock was near frozen. He could see her mouth working on him but he felt nothing. What was his life going to be like with no dick? His cock had never been inside a woman's mouth before. This was no way to start. He could see Minna's mouth working on his cock but still he could not feel a thing. Then, slowly, he started to get sensation. Pins and needles, quite uncomfortable. He had been trying to pee now for a while and to his horror, just as the pain of the pins and needles reached a crescendo he felt the piss flow down his cock into poor Minna's mouth. It didn't just flow, it came out with the power of a fire hose. He watched Minna's face as her cheeks bulged with his pee in a second. She pulled his cock out of her mouth, spitting out his piss, and he saw his stream splat onto her face like a kitchen faucet drenching her. She directed his stream onto the ground, still holding his cock in her hand. With her other hand she held her mitten against her face, against the brutal Arctic night. "Hurry up. Before ve both freeze." The pee flow kept his dick unfrozen. When he was done, they bundled up and fled down the mountain. When they reached the Lodge she took him and led him to a large outbuilding. " Kom into staff quarters. I am not allowed in guests room socially. You understand, ja?" She pushed open the doors and ran down a corridor to her room. He followed and found himself in a bedroom unlike any other he had ever seen. The walls were covered with tapestries and art, depicting Sami life and culture. A man with a stern face stared down at him from the wall. "He is our Shaman. Don't look at him. " Jason turned to her and took her hands. "I am so, so sorry" "Not your fault. You did not know. I helped you, yes? I saved your pee-pee." "But I peed on your face and in your mouth." She shook her head, smiling. "Not important. It helped me. My face gets frostbite like your dick, ja? Your warm pee protected me. See? Everything good...Like reindeer's pee in a blizzard. Natural and useful." "I suppose. Ouch." He scratched his crotch. "Ve must check you are ok. Drop your pants." "No." Minna reached over, undid his clips and pulled them down. A small blotchy red dick appeared. She bent over and looked at it closely. "Is too early to tell if frostbite. Best to perform functional test." She reached into her bedside table and pulled out a tube of KY. She pushed him gently so that he sat down on her bed. He was in shock. This was not what he had come here for. He had come to find his long lost birth mother. Minna took off her outer jacket, inner jacket, and rolled up the sleeves of her wooly sweater. She slapped some jelly on her hands and grasped his dick. She began to rub, very gently, cooing soft words in what Jason assumed was a Lapp dialect. At first nothing happened. Minna looked up at the Shaman on the wall and spoke to the picture. Once again, Jason started to feel pins and needles. But this time accompanied by a warm glow as Minna massaged his dick and, surprise, he started to get hard. He was embarrassed. This was not a romantic situation, and Minna seemed to be approaching it more like a friendly nurse. "Zer is notink to be ashamed about. Vod yoo rader your pee-pee drop off or me nurse it?" He shook his head. "I'm very grateful." It was getting bigger, too. She replenished the lotion. "See how the blood flows through it, warming. I tink it will be fine. But ve haf got zis far. You finish, ja?" He shook his head, shy. She laughed. "I make you!" Her head dipped down and took his cock in her mouth. The wet warmth took him by surprise, as her tongue lapped down his shaft. Her head bobbed faster, and she was making sloppy noises as she worked on it. He was hard and ready to burst. Almost without warning he felt the shivers in his balls and spine as his cum rose up into Minna's welcoming mouth. "No, Minna," but there was nothing to be done as he felt his spurts entering her while she held him tightly, refusing to let him withdraw. He felt her swallow, and she pulled him out, sucking him clean with her lips as she did so. She wiped her hand across her face and looked at him with bright eyes. "I zinc you are back to normal. Yor seed pleases me." Jason was a bit flummoxed for conversation after this. Or indeed any clue as to what his relationship now was with Minna. Was this normal behavior for receptionists in Swedish Lapland? He couldn't help thinking the flights might be busier if it were. But he felt a strange closeness to Minna which was obviously returned. He had to get back on mission. But he wanted to see Minna again, other than from the other side of a reception desk. "Tomorrow evening. Are you free?" "Ja. I am on training course during day." She wiped him off with the Swedish equivalent of wet wipes (Savett) and escorted him back to the main Lodge. He got a peck on the cheek. He found his room and tried to sleep. His alarm went off at seven, long before the dim twilight that passes for daytime appears in the sky over Kiruna in late December. Trying to put the previous evening out of his mind, he washed, dressed and went down to reception to find out where breakfast was. He stopped halfway across the reception area. A striking blond middle-aged woman was working behind the desk. She looked like an exceptionally well-preserved member of the Swedish Bikini Team. But her beauty was not what what stopped Jason in mid-stride. He knew instantly that he was looking at his mother. Taking a deep breath he moved forward to the desk. She looked up at him. "Can I help you?" Her English was fluent with a slight American accent. She had an air of authority. He knew for sure she was his mom. He was lost for words. He had thought about this moment for so long. He just wanted to tell her who he was. But that would not be smart. He had no right to track her down. She could have him removed from the hotel and kicked out of the country. At that moment Minna emerged from a back room and kissed his mom on the cheek. "God morgen, Mor." "Good morning, daughter. Excuse me while I help this guest. What type of herring would you like for breakfast, Mr. Thomas? You could try the Surstrommjng." Minna winked at Jason, shook her head, slipped on her coat, and left. Jason stood there aghast. Last night Minna, apparently his sister, had glugged down his cum. Where did that leave the happy reunion with his mother? His newly-found mom looked around. "Where's my daughter gone? Oh, off to her training course. I understand you are alone due to an unfortunate accident. It's very quiet today, perhaps I can help you with some suggestions? Ice Hotel? Dog-sled? Visit the Iron Mine?" She drummed her fingers on the desk, waiting for an answer. "How much do they cost? May I ask your name?" he gulped. "Brigitta Johannson. I am the assistant manager." That was exactly right. "Why is your daughter's name Saari, not Johansson?" "She chose to take the surname of my mother, a full blooded Lapp. Johansson is my ex-husband's name, from many years ago. I never bothered to change it." Jason realized his mom, Brigitta, was looking at him intently. He felt an immediate closeness to her. But of course he did, he knew she was his mother. He wondered if she felt the same. Her eyes told him yes. "Perhaps you would enjoy the smoke sauna, yes? You will have it to yourself today." "I don't know how to work it." His new-found mom smiled at him. "I will show you. I will light it now, and it will be ready for you by lunchtime." After a breakfast of Surstroming in a deserted dining room, Jason had some idea why his cum was so welcome down Minna's gorgeous throat the previous night. Surstroming turned out to be fermented herring, and the most disgusting thing he had ever eaten. Cum must taste like nectar in comparison. Back in his room, after brushing his teeth for twenty minutes, he considered his position. He realized now that he could not reveal himself to his mother, at least not anytime soon and perhaps never. A situation that left him close to despair. At lunchtime, his new mom led him out into the dim light to a collection of connected wooden huts behind the Lodge. He could see thin smoke rising from the building. She pushed open the front door and they entered a wooden cabin with benches along the paneled walls. "This is where you disrobe," she gestured to pegs on the wall. "Here, let me show you the sauna." She pushed open a door and he looked in. He shrank from the heat and strong smoky smell. It was a wooden sauna with tiered benches. There was an iron box open-grated fire filled with glowing log embers. "The smoke has mostly vented. The embers heat the room and the remainder of the smoke gives a special, ancient feeling to the sauna. Now take your clothes off." Jason started to disrobe. His mother watched as he pulled off his jacket and T-shirt, then his pants. Soon he was standing before her in his jockeys. "Where are the towels?" She shook her head. "No towels in the smoke room. We can't get them clean. They are in the plunge room and showers beyond. Are you shy?" He just stood there. Without a word his mom started to take her clothes off. "I can stay. Another staff member is on the desk. There is nothing to be ashamed of. Look, I can do it and I am old enough to be your mother, yes?" Soon she stood before him in all her naked glory, pivoting around in front of him. Jason was stunned by the sight of her. She did not have a perfect body. But it was curved in all the right places, with full-breasts, a still-narrow waist and shapely voluptuous hips. He was fascinated by her gleaming hairless pussy. He tried not to stare, but failed. She nodded at his last remaining item of clothing, her hands on her hips. He bent down and removed his briefs, flinging them at a hook. He saw the look of interest in her eyes, now returning his stare, and seemed to focus on his cock. She gestured him to follow her inside the sauna. It was stiflingly hot and the smoke in the air was strong. She patted a bench near the fire and he sat down, embarrassed by his nakedness as his cock flopped around. He prayed that it continued to flop. She flung a scoop of water on the fire with a ladle and a cloud of smoky steam arose, filling the room and making him cough. She sat down next to him, her leg brushing his, her shoulder touching his. "Tell me about yourself, young man." He was glad of the distraction from her body. For half an hour he told her about himself; parents, college, etc - suitably edited. Now they were both hot and sweating, and the smoke collecting on their bodies ran down their arms and legs in brown rivulets. She seemed unfazed by their nakedness, talking to him as if they were chatting on a train. He started to relax but to his horror discovered that was a bad thing. The dim light coming from the red embers of the fire shone on their bodies. She had not switched on the single electric lamp. A lull in the conversation allowed his gaze to wander over her naked dripping form. She chose that moment to stretch out, her hands clasped behind her head, breasts thrust out, her long legs extended on the wooden floor, her eyes closed in relaxation. Jasons cock started to perk up, and its shameless head put in an appearance, tentatively wobbling between his sweaty thighs in the dark red light. He looked down at it. She opened her eyes and glanced at him. She must have seen it, but ignored it. "Have you had many lovers? You remind me of one I had many years ago." "No. Not many. No-one right now." In a moment of decision he stood up, presenting his rear to her in an attempt to hide his shameful condition. He decided on a pretense of inspecting the fire and made his way over to it. "Don't get too close." He shook his head, "I won't." But looking at the red embers he did not see the full extent of the iron surround, darkest black but very hot. As he bent over from what he thought was a safe distance his cock, unknown to him sticking out horizontally by six inches, touched the metal. "Ouch! Shit!" He leaped backwards in an instant. His mother leaped to her feet, realizing what had happened. "Quick, quick, you must obey instructions. Stand still!" She glugged some water from the ladle and knelt in front of him. She grasped his cock and put it in her mouth. Immediately he felt relief. She squished the water around his cock with her tongue. After a minute or so she pulled it out and inspected him, frowning. Apparently she had swallowed the water. "How do you feel?" "I'm OK," he nodded. He had not been burnt after all. But his cock, after luxuriating in his mother's mouth, now felt not the slightest shame in standing up. They both looked at it . Jason got the impression his mother was struggling with her emotions. So was he. She turned to him. "Let's sit back down. No harm done, yes?" "Yes." They both sat down. But now Jason's cock was inches high, sticking up above his belly. His mom smiled. "I'm sorry. That's my fault." He just sat there. His embarrassment continued. He was aroused. Not just his cock. But he himself. He didn't know what to do. His cock was not going to go down. This was his mother. He either had to leave or ... He took the high road. ""I'm sorry, I think I should leave." He got up to go, his cock clownishly making his words ridiculous. "Of course, if you wish. It is not necessary, but if you wish..." He could see in her face that she was hurt. Upset. Perhaps even ashamed of her body, now he was leaving. His fault. It dawned on him that if he walked through that door his mother might very well never want to see him again. Ever. He sat back down. "I'm sorry. I'm just shy." Her face transformed back into warmth. "Please don't apologize. I can't leave you like this. It is not our custom. You are a guest." She looked into his eyes. "I hope we can be friends." Jason realized he had a lot to learn about Lapland women. "What can we do here?" She mused to herself, looking at his erect cock. "I know. Over there on the wall are hanging some herbs. Put some on the fire for me. Be more careful this time." Mom's an Arctic Fox He stood up, his cock sticking out like a maypole, and did as she asked. The dried twigs and leaves crackled and a fragrant aromatic smoke billowed up. He watched the fire for a moment or two and turned back around towards her. She had moved. Now she was sitting on a waist-high wooden bench against the wall. She had her hands clasped over her knees, her legs together, her ass and feet on the bench, her back against the paneling. "Come back over here." He walked back to her, his cock still pointing straight up. Now he was feeling a strong urge for her. He stopped in front of her, the red embers dimly illuminating her sweaty smoky body. She reached out with one hand and when he took it she pulled him towards her. As she did so she parted her legs. She pulled him close so that his cock was touching her warm wet belly. He could not see her pussy in the darkness, just a dark area between her legs. He just stood there. "You are shy, yes." She let go his hand and before he could move she grasped his cock and he felt her position it at the entrance to her pussy. He felt it slide in an inch, his fat cock-head distending her pussy lips. Then he stopped. She spoke. "I can't move. I am up against the wall. Don't you want me? Perhaps you find me undesirable?" This was the last straw for Jason. He stepped forward and thrust his hard cock all the way up inside his mother. She let out a long moan and he felt her juices slide out and drip down off his balls. She moved her legs further apart. He just stood there pushing her hard up against the wall. "You feel wonderful inside me. Now thrust, please. I am like any other woman." Jason leaned forward, put his hands on the bench, and started piling into his mother. They were both slippery, his belly slapping against hers, as he almost lifted her off the bench with every thrust, faster and faster. She was moaning and grunting with every move of his cock. When he heard her uttering fevered words in Swedish, he knew he was going to finish soon. "I'm going to come," he warned desperately. "Ja, Ja. Komma, komma," she moaned. He felt it rising and grabbed her ass, pulling her as far onto him as possible, while he bent over her, feeling her wet breasts against his chest. He buried his head against her neck and shoulder as he let rip. She wriggled and moaned as his cock exploded with cum inside her, her knees bent, legs in the air. He ground against her more slowly as his spurts shot up into her one by one, and held her still when they finally stopped. She gently dropped her legs back down. He remained inside her, his cock still half hard, as he felt everything oozing out of her and down his legs, onto the bench, onto the floor. Everywhere. She looked into his eyes. "There. That wasn't so bad, was it my shy young man?" Not trusting himself to speak, he shook his head and withdrew from her. Then he lifted himself up and sat next her while she dangled her legs off the bench. They sat together like a couple sitting on a park bench. She took his hand in hers. He turned to her and spoke, his voice shaking. "There's something I have to tell you. I should have told you before we..." She shushed him. "I already know." "You do?" he almost shouted. "Yes, Minna told me about last night. We share everything. Now we have both tasted your seed in different ways." She was interrupted by a knock on the door. It opened and a naked, bashful Minna entered the sauna. Dark and slim, with a body honed by ski and dog sled, Jason was in awe. She came over to them, kissed her mother, and they exchanged quiet words in Swedish. She hopped up on the bench next to Jason, the other side from his mother. They both turned to look at him. Jason was lost for words, and searched around for something to say. "How was your training course, Minna?" Both the women burst out laughing. His mom put her hand on his shoulder while his sister Minna snaked her hand around behind him and clasped his waist. He noticed that Minna was already starting to sweat. He was soaked in sweat and the liquid results of lovemaking with his mother; her juices and his own semen coated him. He was embarrassed by his state. He needed a shower. Minna replied to his question. "It vos dull compared to zis. You av been vis my Mamma, yes? I am a bit jealous." He started to speak, but his mom shushed him. Minna smiled at him. "She is teasing," said his mom. "But Jason, we both have feelings for you that we don't understand. We want to be your lovers. To share you. This is unusual, but not forbidden to mothers and daughters among the Sami." The two women looked at one another and Jason saw the tension on their faces. "We know you go back home to America in two days. We wondered if you hold any feelings for us?" Their words hit Jason like an express train. Of course! His mom and sister had genetic attraction for him. Big time. Common among close relatives separated at birth and reunited years later. "Of... Of course I do. I feel the same," he said, not entirely truthfully. But any other answer and he knew he would lose them both forever. He happened to be looking at Minna when he said the words. He saw the nervous smile on her face transform into relief and elation. He felt his mom squeeze his shoulder and whisper a tender "Thank you" in his ear. Minna's eyes told him that the sauna was not yet over. She reached over and kissed him gently on the lips. "I'm sorry," he murmured, "I'm sweaty and dirty with soot and...well, you know." His mom laughed. "He is right. We are not clean, my girl. I hope I have not ruined him for you." His mom leaned over and took his slimy flaccid cock in her hand, twizzling it gently with her fingers. It felt pleasant to Jason, the whole atmosphere in the sauna was one of steam, smoke, and sexual tension. Minna watched her mother play with her brother's cock, and her eyes became bright. She looked up at Jason. "Among our people my mother's nickname is Fjallrav, which means Arctic Fox. I am Sno Kanin or Snow rabbit. Better than Brigitta and Minna, yes?" Jason leaned back while his mom worked his cock and closed his eyes. "Yes," he replied. Despite his recent exertions he was starting to get horny. He opened his eyes to inspect himself. His mother's hand was gently working up and down on his cock which was pretty much hard. She let go momentarily to fondle his balls. Jason decided to abandon himself to his mother and sister. They could do what they wished. "Mamma, may I?" asked Minna in a shaky voice. Her mother nodded and let go his cock. Minna leaned over and took his cock in her own hand. She squeezed it and played with it a little. Then she leaned over and dipped down to take his stiff slimy dick in her mouth. She slurped and swallowed and licked, then she came up for air, leaving his cock getting even harder. "You are a salty herring. Your sperma is smoky and full of flavor. My Momma tastes good on you." He heard his mother laugh. He was now really horny again. He wanted in. His mom slid down off the bench and stood before them on the wooden floor, her sweat and secretions gleaming on her body in the dull red glow of the fire. She grasped a hand from both of them and they followed her lead. At the other side of the room was a bench about three feet high, set apart, one end abutting the wooden paneling with the long axis jutting out into the sauna cabin. "Here. Komm, Jason." She motioned him to sit astride and he did, with both feet on the floor either side of it, facing out towards his mother and sister. She spoke some words to Minna in Swedish. Minna looked nervous, but she stroked her daughter's hair, kissed her tenderly on the cheek and nodded towards Jason. Minna moved to the bench and sat down astride it facing Jason. She shuffled up so that she was close to him. She looked at his cock, proud and erect, towering up between them. Jason saw desire and fear in her face, and did not understand the fear. He realized he could not back out, didn't want to. His mom gently lifted his sister's legs over his thighs, as Minna put her arms around his neck. Their hot wet bellies were touching. Now just a little lift and his sister would be impaled upon his eager cock. Jason thought about doing just that, he was in a state of desire, but held back, waiting for a lead. His mom - Fjallrav the Arctic fox - came up behind her daughter and felt between Minna's - Sno Kanin's - legs, dipping her fingers into her daughters pussy. She pulled them out and inspected the drips falling off her fingers. She whispered something to her daughter who nodded and closed her eyes. She looked at Jason, and knelt down beside the couple. "Pick up Minna and penetrate her. Now, please." Jason did not need to be asked twice. He slid both hands under Minna's petite butt, and lifted her up while she held on to his neck. With both hands full, he had a problem getting his dick lined up into his sister. His mom's helping hand was there, he felt her grasp him and guide his cock into her daughter's dripping pussy. He could hold her no longer, and gently let her slide down onto him. He felt something he had never felt before. His cock encountered resistance a couple of inches in, and Minna cried out in pain. But nothing could stop her descent onto his hard cock and in a moment he was lodged in her up to the hilt. He heard a cry of joy and a soft clap from his mother. But no cry of joy from Minna. "I didn't mean to hurt you," he whispered in Minna's ear. She shook her head, "Fortsatt," she whispered back. "That means keep going," said his mother. Jason felt he had lost all touch with reality. This afternoon, or evening, or whatever it was now, had taken on the aspect of a dream. Less than forty eight hours before, he had arrived at The Lodge in a good faith search for his true birth mother. Now, he had fucked his mother and was fucking his sister. She felt so good; tight and young. But at what cost? "Fuck me," murmured Minna. He realized he had lost his way in his worries and concerns. He had his sister to think of. He felt his mother's hand on his balls again, gently squeezing, gently massaging. She leaned forward to speak in his ear. " Don't be afraid of hurting her. You must do it. Snabb!" His cock was standing up inside his sister strong and hard. It ached to be in motion. She felt so wet, even wetter since he had ripped into her. He gently lifted her up an inch or two and leaned back. She felt the freedom and started to pull herself up and down on his cock, while he helped her by thrusting as she came down. She started to moan, and went faster and faster, her moans loader and louder. Jason had already cum in her mother, so was ready for a long session. He felt the presence of his mom close by, watching. But Minna suddenly arched her back, stretched her legs out straight, and bore down hard on Jason's cock. He could feel it deep up inside her, as far as it would go. She cried out in a sob of pleasure, trembled, and he felt her warm liquid envelop him as it dripped down the bench and his legs. She let go his neck and fell backwards on to the bench in a swoon. He caught her and gently let her down onto the boards. He heard a cry of surprise from his mother. "Don't be alarmed, my Jason. She has fainted in her pleasure. She will recover in a minute or two." Minna lay on her back in front of him, her face in a rapture, her eyes closed, her legs now astride the bench, wet pussy on display, feet dangling. Jason was conflicted. Minna might have been transported to heaven, but the bus had yet to arrive for him. He had pulled out of her as she lay back, and now had a raging hard-on with no date. He felt his mom at his side, and he turned to her. She stroked his wet brow, and gestured at his dick. He looked down at his cock, waving around. It looked red. Was it just the light from the fires? His mom moved her hand down and touched, caressing it. He felt her shudder and shiver. "Thank you for your kindness to Sno Kanin." "Should I go back to my room?" His mom leaned down and embraced him. "If you wish. But I can help, you. Komm, we are friends now, yes?" He was still astride the bench. She motioned him to move back a foot or two to give Minna space. Then she placed her hands on his shoulders and swung her leg over the bench. She stood in front of him, up close, her pussy in his face. He could feel the heat from it, even above the heat of the room. It exuded all the aromas of her recent activities with him. He was on flame and wanted it, to be inside her. She laughed. "I'm already full of your sperma. I am sorry." "Don't be. I need you." She nodded. She reached down and scooped around her pussy with her fingers. She slapped a handful of her juices on Jason's cock, which was becoming sticky-dry in the heat. She bent down close to his face and spoke softly. "I have to get back to work soon. We must be quick. There is always tomorrow." Just like her daughter, she lowered herself onto him. But as an older woman, with more experience, she took care to guide him where exactly where she wanted him. He felt the head of his greased-up cock entering not the accommodating slippery warm pussy experience he was used to, but a tight new world. His mom's ass. Groaning, she lowered herself all the way down onto him and he marveled at the difference. Another new experience for Jason. "Where is your seed, my young Jason? I have to go soon." His cock was fighting her insides, so tight and so different."I don't know," he gasped. She lifted herself up a few inches and then came back down and squeezed. He felt his cock trapped in a delicious vice and the sperm started to rise from his balls. She reached down and gently squeezed them. "Now I'm cumming, get ready," he whispered into her ear. She laughed softly and lay her head on his shoulder as his cum spurted up inside her bowel, over and over. He felt her shiver with an anal orgasm, moaning like her daughter had only minutes before. Then they were done. Half an hour later they were all showered, scrubbing one another in the communal shower room, sharing the closeness that had enveloped them, toweling one another down before retrieving their clothes and dressing. They stood together before exiting, knowing it was the time to talk. Jason thought Minna seemed none the worse for her faint. She seemed very happy. His mom spoke. "In the summer we travel with our people on reindeer drives to the far north. Would you like to come with us? Minna celebrates her birthday. She will be 21 on the 10th July." Jason reeled. That was his birthday, he would be 21 too. So he was Minna's twin brother. He got a grip on himself. He knew he didn't want to lose them by a careless word. "I would like very much to come," he said, voice shaking. It was true, he did want to come. The women hugged him, and his mother whispered "We can help with travel money if you need it." The cab that drove him to the airport in the midday twilight was the same that had dropped him off, three days and a lifetime ago. "I hope you enjoyed your trip," said the cabbie as they pulled out onto the main road. The man spoke good English. "Very much," said Jason truthfully. "So much, that I'm coming back in the summer to visit some...friends I have made." The cabbie nodded. Less than ten minutes later they pulled up outside the terminal. The cabbie got out to open the trunk and retrieve Jason's backpack. The man pulled back his hood and took off his facemask as he turned to Jason. Jason took a step back. It was the face in the picture in Minna's room. The shaman. The shaman grasped Jason's hand in a firm grip and held it as he spoke. "I know who you are. But Fjallrav and Sno Kanin must never know. It must be your burden. Ja? Promise?" Jason nodded, white-faced. "I promise." The man had a kind smile but sad eyes. "It was not your fault. We stand helpless before these powers. Have a safe trip, dotterson." The man smiled and handed him his bag. "See you in the summer." Jason looked up dotterson as he waited to check in. It meant grandson, son of my daughter.