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The Lake House Ch. 01

By: BluMoonChild



Mason sat behind the wheel of his truck and let his head fall back against the head rest. The 19 hour plane ride, the taxi ride to his friends house to snag his truck, and then the two-and-a-half hour drive from there had taken a lot out of him. God, he was tired. All he wanted to do was crawl into bed and die. But first, a nice, long, hot shower to get the airport stench off his body.

It took almost all of what little energy he had left to pull the keys from the ignition and grab the duffel bag from the passenger seat. Stepping out of the truck, he slung the bag over his shoulder and slammed the truck door shut. Standing in the driveway he looked up at the house snuggled between two dunes. A soft smile curled at the corner of his mouth. After two long years, he was home.

Well, not really home. He was at the lake house. For as long as he could remember, when spring would hit his parents would close up the house, pack up him and his little sister Gesabel, and head to the lake house for the summer. There, they would stay until just before the new school year would start. That's why he didn't even bother going to the house. He knew no one would be there.

A warm, summer evening breeze drifted down from the dunes and blew his long black hair into his eyes. With a flick of his head he cleared his vision, shifted the bag on his shoulder, and summoning the last of his strength, he trudged up the wooden stairs that lead to the deck and the front door of the lake house.

Quietly he opened the door. It was still pretty early, probably around nine-thirty, and there were a few lights on. But he didn't want to disturb anyone if they were all sleeping. He highly doubted it, but he still didn't want to take a chance.

Stepping into the front hall, he softly closed the door behind him. He peered into the living room and saw that his father was sound asleep on the couch with the TV on. He heard clinking noises coming from the kitchen and followed the sound.

There, he found his mother bustling back and forth, putting away the dinner dishes. Mason leaned against a wall and watched as she moved around, unaware of his presence. She had her headset on and whatever music she was listening to had her hips swaying. She bounced over to a cupboard with two mugs in her hands, but half way there she stopped, raised her full hands above her head and twisted her hips in a way that would have made a seasoned stripper envious. As she turned she caught a glimpse of Mason out of the corner of her eye. Startled, she jumped back. She let go of the mugs and, as they shattered on the ceramic tile floor, let out an ear piercing scream.

"Cathy!" A roar came from the living room followed by the pounding of feet, and Mason had only a split second in which to turn and see a big burly blur coming at him before he too hit the floor. Mason's breath exploded from his lungs as he landed on his back. Dazed, he looked up to see a fist the size of a sledge hammer coming at his face. Mason threw up his arms to block the punch coming at him.

"Dad!" He cried out.

"Michael!" His mother cried. "Michael! Stop! Stop! It's Mason! It's Mason!" Mason waited for the impact to come but it never did. He slowly lowered his arms to see his father sitting on top of him and his mother standing behind his father, pulling on his fist with all her might.

Michael looked down at his son and the cloud of rage cleared from his silver gray eyes as recognition set in. Michael let out a long breath and relaxed his fist. Backing off his son he helped Mason up from the floor.

"Mason! Good to see ya son! How ya been?" he said as he straightened Mason's clothes and then engulfed him in a bear hug. Mason, a little shaken by the near death experience of almost being taken out by his father's fist, his twenty years of living still flashing before his eyes, finally got his breath back.

"Good, Dad. I-I'm good." He ran a shaky hand though his hair, and smiled sheepishly.

"Well, where ya been all this time?" His father asked. Stepping back to take a good long look at the son he hadn't seen in two years. Michael had plenty of questions that he wanted to ask Mason, but he thought it best to wait and see if Mason would come forward on his own without feeling pressured.

"I...uh...started out cross country and ended up in Hawaii for a while." The color was coming back into his face. Cathy stood there looking back and forth between her two men with her mouth hanging open, not believing that these two were carrying on an everyday conversation. She turned to Mason and promptly biffed him on the back of his head and then stomped out of the kitchen.

"OW!" Mason scrunched up his shoulders and his hair flew in his face. Michael let out a low belly roll of a chuckle.

"You'd better go and apologize to your mother for scaring the shit out her." He jerked his head toward the other room where Cathy had stomped off to in a huff. Mason nodded his head in agreement and hurried off to find his mother. She wasn't in the living room as he had thought she would be, but rather, she had gone out on the deck and was leaning on the railing looking down onto the beach.

"Mom!" He called out to her. He was so intent on apologizing to her that he failed to see that the sliding screen door was closed and he ran into it. Mason stumbled back, lost his footing and landed on his butt. Swearing under his breath he stood up rubbing his backside, and cupped the sore spot on his forehead, feeling the burn from when his face met the mesh screen of the sliding door. He slid the door open and stepped through. He stood for a moment looking at his mother. Her shoulders were shaking. Damn! He hadn't meant to scare her.

"Mom," he said softly as he approached her. "Mom, I'm so sorry." For a second her shoulders stopped, and then they started shaking even harder. Mason looked down at the deck feeling like shit. He took another step toward her and placed his hands softly on her shoulders.

"Please, Mom, stop crying. I didn't mean to scare you like that. I..." He was at a loss for words. "I was just so entertained watching you dance I- I...Mom please look at me." Mason pleaded as he turned Cathy around. She was shaking even more, if that were possible. Tears were streaming down her face. Now Mason really felt like shit.

"Aw, Mom! Don't cry." Cathy drew in a shaky breath and opened her mouth.

"Ah-hahahaha!" Mason stared at his mother with his mouth open. She wasn't crying, she was laughing. He looked bewildered.

"Mom?" Cathy looked at Mason's face.

"Oh...Oh Mason!" She gasped out. " You...the screen...BAM!...Ah-hahahahahaha! Oh...Oh...I gotta pee!" She pushed Mason out of the way and ran into the house. He stood there for a moment and then closed his mouth. 'Welcome home, Mace,' he said to himself.

He looked down onto the beach and saw the nightly bonfire blazing high into the night sky. There were people milling around; some were sitting on logs while others were sitting on blankets, and some were dancing. The sounds of laughter and music coming from a radio drifted up toward the house. A little further down the way Mason could see a rag-tag group playing night football. 

Mason looked over the crowd again. Most of the people he recognized as the old gang he used to hang with two years ago, but there were a few that he didn't. His eyes scanned the crowd again, but he didn't see the one person he was looking for.

He was exhausted but he still made his way down the deck stairs and up one of the dunes, his eyes diligently searching. Dancing, sitting, football... A lone figure broke away from the football pack racing down the beach; a group of guys were following, whooping and yelling. Suddenly the figure stopped and slammed a football into the sand.

"YEAH! TOUCH DOWN!" The small figure did a little dance and then stopped, turned toward the guys and yelled, "KISS MINE! YEAH!" Mason's heart skipped a beat. There! The one he was looking for. His eyes flashed as he saw her. There she was, his Gesabel, his kid sister. Her cry of triumphant laughter rang out, and swept up the dunes to wash over him.

Mason was about to call out to her when another figure broke away from the group and ran over to Gesabel. The guy grabbed her around her waist, lifted her off the ground and spun her around. Gesabel threw her head back as laughter peeled from her lips and then she wrapped her arms around him. 

Mason got a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach. He didn't recognize the guy from any of the gang from two years back. 'Who the hell is he?' Mason thought. 'What the hell is he doing hugging on my sister?' Mason's eyes smoldered. He'd been gone two years and now some little punk is pushing up on his sister? Mason's body began to tremble with anger. 

He took a step forward with every intention of going down there and busting the guy in the face. 'Whoa! Slow down, Tonto.She's your sister. Get a grip.' Mason closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. It took everything within him to turn around and walk back to the lake house, Gesabel's laughter ringing in his ears. Down below, the chant of "GE-SA! GE-SA! GE-SA!" rose up from the crowed.

Mason pulled on the outside sliding door to his bedroom. He thanked God that someone, probably his mother, had thought to unlock it for him. He didn't have the energy to make his way up the deck stairs, go through the living room, and then down the stairs to the lower half of the lake house where he and his sister always slept.

He staggered into his room and wearily looked around. Nothing had changed since he'd been gone. Not that there was much to the room. A desk that held his computer; beside it laid his old sketch pad and various pencils. A small leather love seat with a coffee table. The walls were graced with anime posters and scantily clad women. Mason shook his head. Those will have to go.

A large double platform bed faced the sliding doors. 'Bed, oh beautiful, beautiful bed.' Mason moved forward and immediately tripped over the duffel bag that was sitting on the floor, causing him to stumble forward and land face first on the bed.

"SHIT!!" His breath hissed through his teeth as he rolled over onto his back while holding his already sore forehead. The burning sting made his eyes water and he had to blink several times to clear them. He settled himself more comfortably on the bed, knowing he should be heading for the shower, but his thoughts turned to Gesabel.

They were, for the most part, exact opposites. Mason was tall and lanky, standing at 6' 2", and weighed 185 some odd pounds. His hair was midnight black, with thick black eyebrows that arched over almond shaped silver gray eyes. He had high cheek bones that a model would kill for. Full lips, perfectly straight white teeth and when he flashed a smile, there was a dimple in his left cheek that made people look twice. He didn't really work out and he was never into sports while in school, but he liked to go running. He found his peace in running. He wasn't ripped or anything, but he did sport a nice six pack.

Gesabel, on the other hand, stood 5'5" and weighed 130 pounds soaking wet. Thick, silver blond hair that fell down to her waist, and her eyes were the crystal blue of a glacier lake. A cute little button nose sat atop a pair of plump lips that just begged to nibbled on. She too had the perfect teeth and when she smiled there was that dimple, only hers graced her right cheek.

Where Mason had opted out in sports in school, Gesabel had excelled. If she wasn't on the tennis team, it was the swim team, track and field, soft ball, volley ball, gymnastics. You name it, she was in it. Seeing as how both their parents worked, it had been Mason's job to get Gesabel to and from practice everyday after school.

If he wasn't walking her to basketball practice, he was sitting on the city bus with her going to dance class. On the whole, it hadn't really bothered Mason to do this. He was pretty content to sit up in the bleachers reading or sketching while Gesabel ran around the gym. The sound of her laughter bouncing off the walls always left a tingling feeling deep in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't put his finger on why, but she did that to him.

There was one incident though, when Gesabel was a sophomore in high school and she was getting ready for a gymnastics competition. She had been working on her floor routine, and thought she had it down.

"Hey, Mace! Check this out!" Mason looked up from his sketch pad to see Gesabel winding up to perform a round off double back handspring lay out. She took off at a dead run and then executed the round off and the first back handspring perfectly. Unfortunately she didn't rotate enough going into the second back handspring and ended up doing a really harsh belly flop on the floor mat. Upon hitting the floor the breath was knocked out of her and left her unconscious. For a split second no one moved.

"HO-LY SHIT! Gesabel!" Mason scrambled down the bleachers and raced across the gym floor. His heart was pounding in his chest. He couldn't get to her fast enough. The coaches on the other side of the gym started running toward Gesabel, but Mason got to her first. Sliding to a stop on his knees he rolled her prone body over and scooped her up in his arms.

"Gesabel!" He cried out desperately. "Gesabel! Oh God, Gesabel!" Her face was pale and her full lips were blue.

"She's not breathing! Dear God, she not breathing!" Panic began to set in. Think, think, THINK! Mason laid her back down on the mat, tipped her head back, and placed his mouth over hers. He blew into her mouth. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her chest expand. Ok, good. He blew a second time and her chest moved again. He blew a third time.

"Breathe, goddamn it, breathe!" As he went to blow a fourth time Gesabel let out a small cough and began to breathe on her own. Words couldn't describe the feeling of relief that flooded Mason's body. She was going to be ok. He gathered Gesabel in his arms and he buried his face in her neck. She was going to be ok.

Gesabel let out a weak moan and Mason pulled back, his eyes roaming frantically, searching her face for a sign that she was going to be ok. The color was slowly coming back and her full lips began to regain their cherry pink tint. The thick, dark lashes that were brushing the tops of her cheeks slowly began to open; sliver gray met glacier blue. Her eyes closed for a second, and then opened them again as they began to focus.

Gesabel looked around to see everyone staring at her, then she looked back at Mason. Her cheeks tinged pink and she gave him a weak smile.

"Oops." She said with a small giggle and began to sit up. It was then that Mason realized that whole time he was holding her, his left hand had been cupping her right breast. As she moved to sit up he loosened his hold and his finger tips brushed against her nipple causing it to harden. He began to shake.

"Aw, Mace. I'm ok." She said as she touched his chest. "I just got the wind knocked out of me. That's all." She had mistaken his trembling for concern.

Mason sat back on his heels and clenched his fists on his thighs. His left palm burned as his brain acknowledged the fact that he'd been cupping Gesabel's breast, and that her nipple had responded to his fingers. He felt his dick twitch in his jeans and he began to shake even more. Dude! Get a grip! She's your sister.

At that point, the coaches took over in helping Gesabel up and insisting, over her protests, that she go see the school nurse. Mason sat stunned on the floor as the crowd slowly began to thin out and the coaches cancelled practice for the rest of the day. Soon he was left alone to gather up all of his and Gesabel's things before heading up to the nurse's office.

The Lake House Ch. 01



This is going to be a long running story not someone and done so if you enjoy a longer story and in-depth character change, as opposed to just a quick short story then this is for you. 

This story will span out over many chapters, not all will be filled with gratuitous sex, some are just for character building and to advance the plot. So if you're looking for nothing but a quick read to get off this may not be for you.

More characters will be introduced as the story progresses and as with the names of the mom and son in this story their names will be changed. The moms name is Kathy, and the sons name is Garrett.

It was winter in our small town, we lived near the coast so that meant that the air was crisp and clean. The lake that our house was built on was frozen over now, and the snowy pine trees were weighted down by all the snow and ice.

My mother and I lived in the house just the two of us, my father left a long time ago and hasn't returned since. My mom never quite moved on she's had some small relationships here and there, but nothing serious, I was much the same only having a few girlfriends in high school, and only a couple dates after graduating. My mom and I preferred the company of one another as opposed to that of others.

I worked in the gas station along the local highway, it was decent work and the pay was good, no one really passed through though except the occasional traveler or family headed north for a vacation. My mom worked at the clinic in town as a nurse, she loved her job, she had a thing for caring for others. Most people would say that we had a unique relationship and I might agree if I was someone else. At the age of twenty-two I still lived with her in the house I grew up in. I had no intentions of leaving the town, nor moving out of the house in any hurry, and my mom was content to have me, she said that she wishes I'd never leave. She was a good person to live with on top of all that, she gave me my privacy and was always there when I needed her.

My mom was a wonderful woman, she could have left me just like my father but instead she decided to raise me and give up the young life she could have had. She gave birth to me when she was eighteen, and she gave up going out and begin wild like her friends, instead she settled into her little home on the lake and raised me by herself while living off a nurses wages. She certainly had to fight back a lot of men in her time, she is one of the more attractive women in the town. Now at the age of forty she still had the look of only being in her twenties, shes about average height, and has long silky chestnut colored hair. Her breasts are 34DD and she has a waist size of 24, I only know her measurements because I've bought her clothes before. 

It was snowing heavily so the roads were mostly shutdown and most of the places in town were either closed or had only one or two people working so luckily mom and I had no work for the next few days depending on the weather. The beauty of living in a small town is how cheap everything is, our house was amazing and very affordable, it was huge so we weren't going to feel cooped up if we were stuck here for a few days. Mom had her painting that she liked to do, and she had an entire room for it. I had plenty of reading to do if I got bored and all of the movies I could want, don't worry we have internet too were not that backwoods. 

Mom started off the day by sitting in the sun room that was her studio, painting and listening to music. I spent most of the morning out chopping firewood for the fireplace, or relaxing in the living room. Mom and I were very comfortable around one another, a possible side affect of being each others only constants for the majority of our lives. She would often walk around the house in her silk robes, or in a tank-top and shorts during the summer. she also like wearing only her scrubs when she got off work. Being around a mature woman for my entire life I naturally became mature as well at a very young age, and became okay with seeing her nipping through a robe or her scrubs. She was also in the same sense okay with seeing me shirtless or wearing only boxers. This was seen by some as a weird but to me it was a perfect way to coexist. This was the way that most of our free days went but this particular spree of days was very different, our relationship would start taking drastically different changes. 

I had always had a slight attraction to my mom, it makes sense though she's the only woman that has had a real impact on my life. She taught me the birds and the bees, she explained how to kiss and helped me to be prepared for all my dates, not to mention she was always there for me whenever I needed her. She was also a very attractive woman to have always around me and often less dressed than you'd expect her to be. I never dared to tell her for fear of ruining what we had, or her feeling like she needed to act different around me. I also never told any of my friends for fear of them giving me flack about it or disowning me for my taboo thoughts. My thoughts were never dirty in nature, I just had an attraction to her, a feeling of love and tenderness, not of wanting to take her or to try and rape or harm her in anyway. 

Later on in the day she walked out into the kitchen, her robe was very loosely tied together. She was bent over at the fridge and showing a full view of her unclothed crotch. I tried not to look but the way that our house was set up and where I was sitting in the living room there was a direct line of sight through out the living room, kitchen, dining room, and the storage room. My eyes couldn't look away I tried to gather my senses, to be respectful and not stare but an innate feeling kept my eyes transfixed. She stood up causing her robe to cover back over her crotch, I looked away quickly. She opened up a drink and came to sit in the living room. She sat at the opposite end of the couch from me, and her breasts jiggled slightly as she rested back. 

"How are you darling?" she asked

"I'm alright, and you?" I responded

"Splendid, my paintings are coming along great," she said

"That's good to hear," I stated

I glanced over at her out of the corner of my eye, she was stunning, the way the light coming through the window crested and shimmered on her beautiful skin was breathtaking, she was like an angel sent down from above. I wasn't normally this careless with my affections, I was good at keeping my head on straight and focusing on something else rather than being the guy that stares. Maybe after being in the house for the past few days, and possibly more to come was giving me a little bit of cabin fever.

"Well I'd better get back to it," she said as she got up off the couch and took a sip from her drink.

"Alright, have fun," I said while trying to look enthralled in the television.

"By the way, you've got something right there," she said with a smirk while pointing down at my crotch. I raised my hands and looked down to see a semi hard erection pressing against my boxers. By the time I looked up to acknowledge her she was closing the door to her studio. I was truly embarrassed, she seemed very calm with it though maybe she didn't know it was likely due to her display in the kitchen. I had never really been in her studio much, she always closed the door to it and asked that she be left to work unless it was an emergency. Maybe I should tell her, she surely would want me to be honest with her. I got up off the couch and walked over to her studio and as I opened the door I saw a sight that stopped me dead in my tracks. My mother in all her beauty was standing before her easel, but not in the way I had expected, she was fully nude and her robe was rested over stool nearby, for a mere moment she didn't notice me and I saw her from the side, her ass in full view one finely sculpted hip slightly lower than the other and her arms crossed as she examined her painting, her breasts were turned away from me but I got a side view of them and they were astonishing. She quickly turned to me at the door, but she didn't cover up instead she looked at me dead on showing her light bush, her full breasts, and her nipples. I tried my hardest to speak, but I couldn't formulate a coherent sentence, never before had I been this stumped.

"Can I help you dear?" she asked politely

"I... uh, um I just... was wanting to explain that... that thing out there," I answered pointing to the living room.

"You don't have to explain," she said as she sat down her brush and sat on her stool. She threw one leg up over the other to cover up her crotch slightly.

"I know... but it's... just, embarrassing," I said trying to divert my eyes away form her private areas. I really wanted to look, but I felt disrespectful every time they came into view. 

"It's okay dear, are you alright? You seem like you're frightened by me,"

"I... well...you're naked," 

"You've seen me like this before, I rarely wear much clothing at all, and this is the way I like to paint, you're normally very mature about these things,"

"I know mom, I just can't, I don't know how to react with seeing this much, and I haven't been out of the house in a while," She was right I had seen her like in the kitchen but never the full picture like this.

"Well clearly part of you knows how to react," she said again with a devilish grin as she pointed at my crotch. She was starting to throw me off a little, I hadn't seen her like this in a long time. When I was young she went through a sort of nudist thing, and we never really wore much clothing but as I got into the older teen years she stopped, maybe because of her boyfriends she had around that time. 

"Oh I'm sorry mom, I just, I..." I exclaimed as I noticed my erection had grown more and was now very noticeable.

"You cant help it darling, its natural to react that way, why don't you just join me?" 

"What do you mean?" 

"Well I used to be very big into nudity and being a nudist but with your grandmothers advice I decided to stop that when you grew up, I really only do it when I'm asleep or in here now. You've grown and now you're a very mature man, why don't you join me, lose the boxers, it's very liberating." I stood there frozen and she walked over to me, I attempted to say something but she placed her finger over my mouth to hush me. Was this some sort of dream? Was I lost in a daydream thinking of some strange scenario in which my mom makes my wildest dreams come true?

She removed her finger from my mouth and slipped her hands on both of my hips in between my boxers and me then she slowly slid them down over my erect penis and dropped them to the floor. I stood there, quiet, blushed and still trying to make sense of all this. My mother wasn't normally like this, was she maybe suffering from some cabin fever as well? We'd only been in here for about four days, and we could still get out to the porch and the back patio. 

I stood there butt naked before my also butt naked mother, she said nothing but pulled my face down to hers and gave me a light kiss on the cheek. She was a thing of beauty, she turned around and returned to her painting, as she walked away I couldn't help but stare at her ass, her firm cheeks swaying from side to side. 

"Should I go now?" I asked clueless as to what she wanted me to do now.

"You're free to do what you like, more free than you know," she answered. What did she mean by that? I wasn't going to stand there with my penis out in front of my mom. I walked out to the couch and sat down. My mind raced, why was she so open? Why was she waiting until now of all the time in the world to do something like this? She was driving me crazy, I hadn't had feelings like this about her since I first learned how to masturbate ,and believe me she was the only one I thought about for quite a while.  

I retreated to my room for the remainder of the afternoon, but I soon remembered mom had designated tonight as a movie night. Would we both be in the nude like earlier?

The time came and mom called up for me to come down and join her, I made my way halfway down the stairs, to see her butt naked beside the television. She patted on the wood floor beside her, I walked up to her and sat down also in the nude, but now under control of my arousal. I just had to remember not to look at her bellow the shoulders. We thumbed through movies until deciding on one and making our way to the couch, I tried to sit so that I wasn't very close to her but not to be super far away either.

"Here," she said gesturing for me to join her with the only blanket she'd brought

I could hardly believe it, my mom the only woman I'd ever had real feelings for was sitting just an arms length away from me, and fully nude don't forget. The movie started and I made myself a little more comfortable as I became accustomed to her being naked and so close to me. Mom pulled the blanket a little bit, and then leaned in against me. She was resting her head against my shoulder. I tried to focus on the movie, rather than the fact that a naked woman was laying against me. 

About Half way through the movie she shifted to sitting back up and removed the blanket. 

"I'm going to get some alcohol, would you like some?" she asked

"Yea, I'll have whatever you're having," I answered as she turned around showing her ass to me, I looked back to the movie.

"you sure you don't want me to pause it?" 

"no, I'm fine," she responded looking back at me, she was now bent over grabbing a wine bottle from under the counter. Her crotch was in full view, her light brunette bush was split by a vagina the likes of witch I'd never seen. If I showed it to you and gave you no clues you'd swear it belonged to an twenty year old. I was lost in it, starring deeply, I wanted to feel bad because it was my mother, but in a way I felt like she wanted me to look. She returned to the living room with two glasses of red wine. I sipped mine and then sat it down on the coffee table in front of the couch. We didn't drink to regularly but mom always had alcohol around. 

She sipped from her wine and clenched it against her breasts as she sat with her legs crisscrossed beside me. It was now nice and toasty thanks to the fireplace, she was no longer using the blanket except to lightly cover her crotch and feet. The movie was great but I was having trouble concentrating thanks to my current company. My penis was lightly erect just above normal nothing really noticeable, I had the blanket covering it anyways.

All of the sudden I had a change of feelings, I was no longer embarrassed, at all. My mom had always been there for me, never let me down, and was rarely ever wrong. Maybe this is normal, I was okay with it, with being nude with my mother.

The movie carried on and my mom and I continued to drink. She got up a few times to refill our drinks and to run to the bathroom. I could tell she was starting to get a little tipsy, not that she was a light weight but she acts differently when shes been drinking, noticeably different. She also suggested something that I know a sober her would never do which was that we follow this up with a horror movie. She only watched horror movies when she was drinking.

After the movie ended she went to the kitchen and poured some new heavier drinks, she was a big fan of vodka. She made some mixed drinks and returned to the living room. I was standing naked changing the movie as my mom sat on the couch. I made my way back to the couch. My mom was now getting very loose, she was letting her breasts hang out in the open, her legs were also wide open giving a view at her light bush, and lips. I was also beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol after a few glasses of wine, I wasn't drunk though, I could still keep my eyes forward at the screen. I started to drink my new drink that my mom had made. I felt more calm thanks to the alcohol and my new found comfort with this situation. 

The movie was great, we were starting to get drunk, my mom was giggling at really cheesy parts of the movie and she was getting really excited at the scary parts. She had slowly inched over closer to me and was holding her drink with both hands. Without even planning I put my arm up behind my mother and she moved in under it, we looked like a high-school couple on a movie date. She would look over at me every now and again, and I back at her. We jumped together at the jump scares, and we continued to drink. One plus side is that no matter how much my mom has ever drank she always held her alcohol well, as do I. The night was still pretty young, and we were almost done with the movie.

"Are you hungry baby?" she asked

"A little, are you?" I responded

"Yea, maybe we should fix something after the movie," 

"Sounds good," I said. We finished the last few scenes of the movie and then we made our way to the kitchen. My mom was bouncing about the kitchen as she sat her drink down on the counter and then went over to the fridge, her breasts swung free from side to side and up and down as she drunkenly moved about.

"How about some mac and cheese?"

"I'd love some," She knew me to well, one of my favorite things to eat.

"So how are you enjoying it?"

"Enjoying what?" I asked honestly not knowing that she was referring to my current state of clothing. 

"The whole nude thing," she explained

"Oh! I love it, I feel really calm about it know, it's different but I like it,"

"That's good, it's nice not to be the only one," she stated with a smile. She was beautiful, I was busy grabbing water for the pot to boil the noodles, but the whole time I was looking over at her in her naked glory. 

"Sweetie if you wanna look just ask," she said as she turned and raised her breasts up with her hands. 

"I'm sorry mom I just, you're so gorgeous, I keep getting lost," I explained apologetically. I returned over to the stove where she was, and put the pot on the burner. 

"That's very sweet of you to say," she said with a slight blush. We sat there and made the noodles and cheese and sipped on our drinks, then we returned to the couch. My mom sat down on the wood floor so that she was closer to the table, I joined her. 

"Do you wanna watch another movie? It's only midnight after all," she questioned

"Yea, what kind of a movie do you wanna watch?" I asked

"How about a romantic one? unless that's to girly for you," she joked

"You know I'd watch anything with my mom,"

She got up and put in some romantic drama, it wasn't that bad actually. We sat there on the floor while the opening credits and trailers rolled, we chatted a little and ate our food. 

"So, what exactly was that about when I came out of my studio this morning? It seemed a little late for some morning wood right?" she asked as she ate

"Well, to be honest, your robe was a little high while you were at the fridge and I saw your crotch, I didn't even notice it growing until you pointed it out," I explained

"Oh sorry sweetie, mommy just tries to be casual around you, you've always seemed so okay with it,"

"I am normally, I just... I've never really seen you that way, at least not since I was very young," 

"I understand, well you've definitely seen me quite a bit tonight haven't ya?" she said with a giggle. She had a certain joking manner about it, like it was a cool thing that we both were fine with each others bodies. She also sounded like she was a little drunk. My mom seemed like she was glancing down at my penis, it's really nothing amazing average size. But she seemed to keep checking in on it as we sitting there waiting for the movie to start.

The movie began and we finished our food, we moved up onto the couch and my mom again positioned herself under my arm, and up against my chest, my mom went to move slightly closer to me under my arm, but in her drunken movement she slipped a little and fell over onto my lap. Her face was mere inches from my penis, it was slightly hard and it was taking notice to the fact that her soft lips were within close range. 




The Lake House Ch. 01



"ooh, I'm sorry," she giggled as she pushed her face away from my crotch. I didn't really say anything, I wasn't sure what to say. "Don't worry if I wanted to get close to that thing I would," she said with a chuckle. My penis was now standing up, all of this excitement and my drunken mind caused my erection to start growing.

I tried to focus on something else, anything, my mom had moved the blanket so it was now just us naked together with everything visible.

"Wow, you really do get excited from me," she stated looking down at my semi hard erection, I pressed it down with my hand hopping it would go away. "Baby you don't have to hide that,"

"I... okay," as I said that I moved my hand off my penis and let it stand slightly up, my mom looked at it for a good moment and then returned her gaze to the television. She was beautiful, and that wasn't just the alcohol making her look that way, she wasn't some runway model or celebrity, she was just my hot, sexy mom. The low light of the television radiated on her soft skin, she was a thing of beauty. Her breasts were ample and full, they hung there just begging to be held and shown love and affection. She stayed rested against me, not leaning too far as to avoid a repeat of last time. 

The movie got to a more sad part, I don't really remember what was happening in the movie I was paying more attention to my mom. She wasn't really one to cry at movies but she did get a little teary eyed. I rested against the arm of the couch and stretched my legs out a bit my mom looked over seeing me getting more comfortable. 

"Do you mind if I lay down with you?"

"Go right ahead," I told her. She moved between my legs and rested her head against my chest, her side was against my stomach and crotch. Her soft cheeks were pressed against my thigh. I laid there looking down at my mom's beautiful hair and suddenly the feeling overcame me to run my hand through her hair so I did, she looked up with a smile as I guided my hand through her hair. It was soft like silk, and her skin was smooth as it pressed against me. Her butt backed up more against my thigh and I could feel a slight wetness against my thigh, likely where her vagina would be pressing against my leg. Maybe I was just drunk, she was leaning into me the more I stroked through her hair. What was I doing? This was definitely something I was enjoying, but it seemed like she was enjoying it more than me. My mom how could I be doing this, it was taboo, but it felt so right.

I moved my hand down to her shoulder and caressed it lightly, she relaxed even more. My hands felt like they were moving down her body, so I tried to keep them in check just rubbing her shoulders and arms. My erection was growing against her side, she didn't seem phased by it. Maybe she didn't notice. I moved back up to her hair to try and calm myself.

For the rest of the movie she laid there and my hands moved up and down her head, shoulders, and back. She was getting very comfortable. We didn't really even pay much attention to the movie just sat there listening to one another, and enjoying each others company. 

Eventually she moved off of me and went to the kitchen, the movie was over. We topped off our drinks and then returned to the couch, we were now pretty drunk. My mom looked at me and we locked eyes for a good while. 

"Would you run your hands over my back like you were before?" she asked showing her naked back to me

"Yea definitely," I answered as I sat my drink down and started running my hands all over her shoulders, and her upper back. She was leaning into my hands, I was really getting into massaging her. She let out a slight moan of sorts not very sexual, just one of pleasure and calm. She cocked her head slightly back towards me and we starred each other down. She moved in bringing her face closer to mine, her lips pressed gently against mine in an exchange of saliva, her tongue slipped out and brushed against mine. We were both frozen my hands one on her shoulder the other holding her hip. She turned around to come face to face. She climbed onto my lap grabbed and hold of my head. We began making out, our tongues met swapping back and forth. My penis was swelling, and it pressed against her crotch. I felt a wetness that was definitely her juices, how turned on was she? There's no way I did that. Her breasts pressed out and against my chest as she threw herself against me. My penis was now fully erect, it was pressing against her, the tip rested against her ass hole, she pulled away mid kiss and gasped loudly. 

"No, no no... we can't do this, this is wrong Garrett, very wrong... I've had way to much to drink and we're getting way to comfortable," she said as she got off the couch and wiped her mouth.

"Mom, I... I didn't mean to upset you, we just... I, I don't know how that even happened," I responded while getting up off the couch erection full and pointing dead on. She went into the kitchen with her drink.

"Oh Kathy, what the hell are you doing?" She asked herself out loud. "You didn't do anything wrong baby, We just took that way too far, I don't know what that was,"

We just stood there for a while still drinking, even though this had been caused in part by the alcohol. The movie's title screen was playing on a loop in the living room and we stood there in silence going over the events that had just occurred. I knew that it wasn't traditional to do what we just did, but I was loving every second of it, and it felt so right. She felt so right against me, our lips met and fit together so perfectly. My hands felt at home as they caressed her body, my penis felt like it was made for her vagina and I had only gotten a slight tease of what it was like.

I returned to the couch in the living room, my mom soon followed. She was sitting in the chair beside the couch silent, she didn't look at me. 

"Mom," I said, she didn't answer, "mom... Kathy,"

"What?" she asked almost like she snapped out of a trance

"This isn't going to change us is it?" I asked.

"I don't know sweetie, we just, was that, what was that for you?"

"What was it, I mean... It was expressing our feelings, feelings I've had for quite a while, I just didn't know it would happen at all like that," 

"That, that was wrong but it didn't feel that way did it?" she asked

"Not at all, it felt really right," I responded, that brought a little smirk to her face. She moved onto the couch with me.

"No that won't change us, but we should probably be more careful when we drink, and when we are this open," she said gesturing at her breasts. "I think I'm going to head to bed though," she stated.

I made my way to my bedroom and laid down, my stomach filled with alcohol. I took a long and drawn out breath. It took me a long time, but I eventually fell asleep.

To be continued.



The Lake House Ch. 02



Mason sat quietly outside the nurse's office, his mind racing as he waited for Gesabel. He'd touched a real breast, for the first time in his eighteen years of living, a real breast. Of course he'd seen breasts before. What red-blooded teenager with internet access hadn't? In the deepest, darkest hours of the night, when all the family was asleep, he'd cruise the sexual cyberspace, floating from one porn site to another, all the while stroking himself until he came.

It was hard to believe that at his age he'd never touched a breast. Sure, he'd dated a few girls in his class. He'd even made out with one or two of them, but when it came right down to actually feeling them up, he shied away. They all just seemed so shallow, only caring about how they looked or what he was going to buy them. For awhile there he had questioned his sexuality. But after quietly checking out some of the guys in the locker room showers after gym class he'd come to the conclusion that he'd preferred girls.

There had been one girl he thought he might really like to get to know. It was during his sophomore year in high school and he'd borrowed his parents' car to take her out to the lake for dinner on the beach. But before they even got out of the car, she had reached under her skirt, slipped her panties off and leaned over the seat. She had looked over at him and said she had heard that he was well hung, and she was just dying to find out if the rumors were true.

Mason had been so shocked that he had no words. He promptly turned the car around and drove the girl home. After escorting her to the front door, he thanked her for an "interesting" evening, got into his parents' car and left. That was the end of that. Until he got to school the following Monday and all his friends got a good laugh out of how he had taken "Easy Bake" Betsy out for a ride. He was still trying to live that one down.

Breaking into his thoughts, Gesabel came bouncing out of the office stating that she had gotten a clean bill of health from the nurse and that they could catch the bus home. It was going to be a long ride and Mason thanked God that Gesabel decided to listen to her iPod so that he didn't have to hold a conversation with her. A real breast, and of all people, his sister's. His left palm began to burn again and his dick twitched in his jeans, letting him know who was in charge at the moment. Mason shifted uncomfortably in his seat and quickly grabbed his duffel bag to cover the growing bulge. Yup, it was going to be a long ride home.

At dinner Mason was pretty much silent and only picked at the food on his plate. Gesabel was sitting across the table excitedly retelling the whole event to their parents, how Mason had come to her rescue and saved her life. Mason just stared guiltily at his plate. Even though it wasn't intentional, he still couldn't believe that he'd felt up his sister. 

Gesabel stood up and began to clear the plates for dessert. She came around to his side of the table and as she leaned over to take his plate, her breast grazed his shoulder. Mason felt like someone had set him on fire as he felt the heat from the unexpected contact move down his spinal cord directly to his balls. It took everything within him not to move. He almost came unglued when Gesabel leaned in even further and brushed her full lips lightly across his cheek. His nostrils flared as he caught a whiff of her body wash. It was nothing flowery or fruity; not a girly-girl scent, but it was more than enough to make his head swim.

"Did you ever know that you're my hero?" she whispered into his ear. As she picked up his plate she flashed him a bright smile and her dimple peeked out. Then she danced away humming the Bette Midler song under her breath as she made her way into the kitchen. Mason's face flushed a deep red as he felt his dick come to life. He stood straight up, moving so quickly that he almost knocked over his chair, but he caught it just before it hit the floor. "Mom, may I be excused?" He choked out. Cathy looked up at her son's abrupt move and frowned.

"Are you ok Mace? You've hardly touched your dinner, and now you're turning down dessert?" She tilted her head to one side as she watched him set his chair upright.

"Yeah." He nodded his head as he licked his lips. "I'm fine, Mom. I-I'm just... tired. It's been a really long day, you know?" It sounded weak, even to his own ears. His mother's glacier blue eyes looked into his, as if searching for something. There was a slight pause as she took in his flushed face.

"Mm-hmm," she pursed out her lips, and her eyes narrowed, still looking at his face. Mason placed the chair in front of him, hoping to hide the bulge that had started to push against his zipper from his mother's probing eyes. He gripped the back of the chair and waited. There was silence, and Mason held his breath. He could feel his face heat up even more as she looked him over again, but then she let it go.

"Sure, honey," she said lightly as she stood up to get the dessert plates. "Get a good night's rest. We'll see you in the morning."

Breathing a sigh of relief, Mason hurried up to his room, and after closing the door he threw himself on his bed. His mind was racing, his palm was burning, and the bulge in his jeans was growing. He slipped his hand under the waist band to adjust himself, but as he made contact with the head of his dick it lurched up in full force, demanding to be taken care of. He quickly pulled his hand back out and moved up the bed so that his back was propped against the wall. God! He pulled up his legs, draped his arms across his knees and dropped his head down. He tried to think of something else to take his mind off the swelling member rising up between his legs, but he couldn't.

The whole scene played back in his mind. The feeling of her firm beast as it had rested perfectly in the palm of his hand. The way her nipple had tightened as the tips of his fingers brushed across it. He wondered what color it was. Was it cherry pink like her lips? Or was it a deep dusky rose? What would it taste like if he sucked it between his lips? Stop it!

Mason thunked his head against the wall, clenched his fists and then ran a shaky hand through his closely cropped hair. His chest rose and fell with labored breath. His palm was burning and he rubbed it on his thigh. 'Don't...don't...don't do it, man. Don't do it.' His mind fought with his body. Of course, his body won. His fingers fumbled with the button of his jeans and then the zipper got stuck. Fuck! Then suddenly the zipper released itself. As he raised his hips and impatiently shoved his boxer briefs and jeans down his legs, his hardened dick sprung back and slapped against his taut stomach. He let out a soft grunt as the sharp contact sent a sensational wave from the head all the way down to his balls.

He didn't bother taking off his boxer briefs or his jeans. They lay tangled around his ankles. In truth, he didn't give a damn about them. He was beyond himself. All he cared about was getting some relief. His left hand snaked around the base of his dick. The heat from the memory of Gesabel's breast resting in his palm seemed to radiate up the stiff column. His eyes gleamed as he looked down at the head of his dick. The slit on top expanded as a thick iridescent pearl-drop of pre-cum seeped out and down to meet his first upstroke. His nostrils flared as he drew in a sharp breath. His hand slid back down, and as he pulled back up, more pre-cum spilled out making the journey slick. 

Mason tipped his head back against the wall; his eyebrows drew together as his eyes slowly closed. In his mind's eye he could see Gesabel's firm breast rising and falling. The dusky rose (that was the color he'd chosen) nipple as it hardened. His hand gathered speed and his breath became short punctuated gasps.

His mouth opened as if he was actually taking her nipple between his lips. That's what he was picturing in his head. The light earthy scent of her body wash filled his head once again. Would her flesh taste sugary sweet with just an overlaying hint of saltiness? Would she arch her back in response to his teeth nipping at the hardened nub? Short, soft grunts began to escape from deep in his throat as his hips began to move in time with his hand. "Aww...fuck!" He gritted his teeth. There was a tingling feeling down in the base of his balls that was starting to make its way up the shaft of his dick. His hips thrust up harder, forcing the rigid glossy column through the tight encircling grip of his hand. Up, down, up, down...oh...God. The pace quickened.

Mason's heart thumped in his chest as his breathing became a sporadic pant. The muscles in his throat worked frantically as he swallowed and then gasped for air again. A thin bead of sweat rolled down the side of his temple. He swiped at it with his right hand and then reached down to grip the comforter on his bed, all the while his left hand was gathering speed. The tingling feeling had reached the mushroomed head of his dick. He wanted to prolong the pleasure that ran throughout his body, but he couldn't. It was coming and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He could feel his balls tighten and his dick swell up even more as the built up pressure made its swift ascent. "Gesabel!" He couldn't help but utter her name as his hips shot up off the bed and the muscles in his stomach tightened. The tiny slit in the crown of his dick expanded as the first spurt of molten liquid exploded from the tip. His butt dropped back down only to clench and force his hips up again and again. "Ah!...Ah!...Ah!" He had no control. As each powerful spurt escaped the head of his dick, his body contracted and then released. He turned his head to the side as more grunts came from deep within his throat. His right hand gripped the comforter even tighter. Then his breath got caught in his chest and even though his nostrils flexed open, he couldn't seem to take any air in. The last thing he remembered was her name slipping from his lips.

"Gesa..."

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Mason opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. After being away for two years, he'd thought he had everything under control. But here he was, back to square one, and the nauseating guilt in the pit of his stomach he'd felt back then had returned. He let out a sigh as he rolled onto his side and curled into a ball. His throat worked hard to swallow the bile that had begun to rise up. Again he closed his eyes and remembered.

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Mason had awakened to find himself slumped against the wall. His legs splayed open, his left hand still clutching his flaccid dick, and his right hand cramping from gripping the comforter so hard during his orgasm. He remembered looking down and seeing the dark splotches of his sperm that had been absorbed into his shirt. Then a sickening feeling of guilt washed over him as he realized that he'd just jacked off thinking about his sister. Mason remembered panicking and falling off the bed as he tried to move. Forgetting that his boxer briefs and jeans were still around his ankles, he landed on the floor with a loud thunk. Shit! He waited for a moment, his heart pounding in his throat, his breath stuck in his chest. Had anyone heard?

"Mason?" He could hear his mother calling and the sound of her feet on the stairs leading up to the second floor. To the bedrooms; more specifically to his bedroom. Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!. If she came in right then it would be all over. How does one explain to his mother the sight of her son on his hands and knees with his boxer briefs and jeans around his ankles, his coated dick and balls hanging down, butt naked to the world, wearing a sperm soaked shirt and his hand sticky with his cum? How does one explain that? Answer: There is no explanation for that. Panic! Absolute panic! Hand-caught-in-the-cookie-jar-panic. "Mason? Are you alright?" Her voice was getting closer. Oh dear God! Deer-caught-in-headlights-panic. "Yeah, Mom!" He yelled out. He did yell, didn't he? It sounded really squeaky to his ears. "I'm fine!"

"You sure?" Ho-ly SHIT! She was right outside. His eyes sliced to the closed door. The handle was turning. That's it. It was over. He was done for. For the life of him, he couldn't move. 

"Y-Yeah!" His voice went up an octave. "I, uh, I just... I tripped over my duffel bag." The words tumbled out of his mouth. The handle stopped turning. Mason held his breath for what seemed like an eternity as he waited for his mother's response. He heard an exasperated sigh on the other side of the door.

"Fine, try to be more careful, will you?" Her voice floated through the wooden barrier that separated her from the most shocking sight and his most embarrassing moment ever. He could hear her release the door handle and then her footsteps softly move away. Mason dropped his forehead on the floor, he closed his eyes and as he let out a shaky breath, no words could describe the relief that he felt at that very moment. That was too close for words. Then his body shot straight up. Oh, now he could move. Panic set in once again as he wildly looked around, wondering how he was going to be able to clean up the mess he'd made without anyone noticing. Then the feeling of sheer relief when he remembered that the next day was Saturday and it was his turn to do the laundry. The nausea came back and socked him in the stomach. 'Man, you are one sick puppy. Jackin' off to your sister.' Nausea, panic, relief. Relief, panic, nausea. The emotions ran rampant throughout his body.

Mason slowly staggered to his feet. With shaky fingers and a sticky hand he pulled up his boxer briefs and jeans. He shook his head in disgust as he quietly went to the door of his bedroom. He cracked it open and peered out into the hall to see if anyone was out there. He let out a soft breath; the coast was clear. Quickly he slipped out the door and made his way down the hall to the bathroom; praying that he wouldn't get caught. In the bathroom he immediately stripped down and stuffed his guilt-stained clothes under a bunch of other dirty clothes that were piled in a hamper next to the sink. True, it was his turn to do the laundry the next day so there was really no way he'd have gotten caught, but what he was trying to do was hide his shame.

He stepped over to the tub, pulled back the shower curtain and wearily turned the faucet handles to start the water running. As he waited for the shower to heat up he went to the sink; placing his hands on either side, he looked at himself in the mirror. His eyes ran over every inch of his face, searching. Searching for what, he wasn't really sure. Maybe some sort of mark or a huge stamp on his forehead that screamed "PERVERT!" But nothing had changed. All he could see were a pair of haunted silver gray eyes staring back at him. His looked down at the dirty clothes hamper, the hamper that was hiding his secret. There on top of all the other clothes were a pair of Gesabel's panties. Well, they weren't really panties, they were boy shorts. Gesabel had never been one for the girly stuff. Nothing frilly pink, or lacey. She was a tom boy through and through. But that was beside the point. The fact of the matter was that here was a piece of clothing that belonged to her, and that particular piece of clothing had been nestled up against the most intimate part of her body. Mason slowly reached down toward the small garment. His fingers began to tremble as they stretched out to curl around the boy shorts. At the last second he snatched his hand back. 'What is wrong with you?' His mind yelled at him. 'Isn't once more than enough?' Mason whirled away from the hamper and quickly got into the shower. The second the hot water hit his knees he felt a stinging burn, causing him to hop back a bit. His breath hissed out through his teeth as he looked down to see two very angry red knee caps. Nice, rug burns.

He gritted his teeth and stepped back into the spray. Maybe, just maybe the hot jet streams of water would wash away the throbbing between his legs and the soap and washcloth would purge his mind and body of the guilt that he felt. Yeah, right! Like that was going to happen.

Mason placed his hands on the shower wall. For a moment he just stood there and let the hot water pour over him. Then he reached down and turned the hot water faucet up higher, to the point that it almost scalded him, and grabbed the soap. He made quick work of his face and neck, scrubbing as hard as he could. But as he moved lower to clean his chest, the washcloth swept across his right nipple, it hardened and the left nipple answered in kind. His chest expanded as he drew in a sharp breath. He could have pretended that he wasn't about to jack off again, right there in the shower. He could have pretended that he wasn't thinking about Gesabel's breast or the fact that her boy shorts were but a few feet away. But he didn't. The left hand that held the washcloth shot down and wrapped itself around his hardened dick. Mason's head snapped back and his right hand slammed against the shower wall as he tried to steady himself. The sensation of pure bliss rocked his body. His hand moved back and forth along the marble hard shaft. The soap soaked cloth making it easy and slick. Was this what she felt like? His hand tightened its grip. His hips snapped back.

"Uhhh..." A small grunt emerged from his throat. He gritted his teeth. Her boy shorts cupped up against her crotch. What did they smell like? His butt clenched forcing his dick forward.

"Uhhh..." He didn't have to move his hand anymore, his hips were doing it for him as he worked feverishly to reach that unavoidable end. "Uhhh..." Dear God, it felt so good. He didn't want it to stop, ever. He was inside her; she was wrapped around him. The pressure was building and that tingling feeling was rising up from his balls again.

"Uhhh...Gesabel..." He gasped out. "Awww...fuck!" The mushroomed head of his dick turned from a deep red to a dark purple, and the veins that ran along the sides of his shaft began to stand out. His hips pulled back and then snapped forward. Back, forward, back...

"Uhhh...don't stop...don't...stop...Gesa..." His breath got stuck in his chest and the pounding of his heart thrummed in his ears. It was coming, he was coming.

Shot after shot of hot sperm spewed forth onto the shower wall. Mason's legs gave out and he collapsed on the floor of the tub. His eyes were dilated to the point that only a sliver of color could be seen. He lay on the floor of the tub trying to regain his breath as his body slowly came down from its unbelievable high. Hot water from the shower head poured down. It was the sharp knock on the bathroom door that snapped him back to reality.

"Mason!" Oh dear God, it was Gesabel!

"Are you almost done?" SHIT! Mason scrambled to shut off the shower and grab a towel. "MA-SON!" Gesabel pounded on the door when he didn't answer. " I have to go to the bathroom! Are you almost done?" She pleaded. "Yeah!" He yelled back. "Hang on, I'll be out in a second." Mason quickly dried off and then wrapped the towel around his waist. "Well hurry up. I really have to pee!" She whined though the door.

He took a step toward the door and at the last second he looked back into the shower, searching for any type of incriminating evidence he may have left behind, but it had all washed down the drain. He let out a breath as he hurried to unlock the door for his sister. Gesabel burst through the slowly opening door, pushing him out of her way as she rushed to the toilet. She was doing a little dance as she fought with the snap and zipper of her jeans. She didn't even wait for him to leave as she whipped down her jeans and plopped herself down on the seat. He slammed the door shut as he heard the stream of pee hit the water in the toilet and her soft sigh as the urgent pressure was lifted from her bladder. Mason stood there looking at the closed door for a moment before turning away.




The Lake House Ch. 02



This is going to be a long running story not some one and done so if you enjoy a longer story and in-depth character change, as opposed to just a quick short story then this is for you. This story will span out over many chapters, not all will be filled with gratuitous sex, some are just for character building and to advance the plot. So if you're looking for nothing but a quick read to get off this may not be for you. More characters will be introduced as the story progresses and as with the names of the mom and son in this story their names will be changed. The moms name is Kathy, and the sons name is Garrett.

I awoke in my bed, I had passed out after drinking. I tried to recall last nights events, my mom and I had been drinking and things had escalated partly due to her no clothes thing that we were doing. I can't believe that any of that happened. It seemed too good to be true, along with these thoughts came a strong morning wood. I thought about her naked body, her sitting on my lap like she did, straddling me, my penis close enough to feel the warmth and wet of her pussy. She was astonishingly sexy, her body was amazing. I sat there for a while thinking about her, then I thought about today, what would it be like? Would she still be naked? Should I still be naked? Maybe I should at least put on some boxers until I figure out. 

I sat in my room for a little bit, I threw on some boxers and went to take a shower. The shower was calming it helped me to clear my head, get my mind off my mom, and her body. That was until she came up and knocked on the door to the bathroom.

"Hey, hun,"

"Yea mom?" I asked

"The clinic is still closed down because of the snow so I'll be here today, the news said another snow storm is supposed to roll through so it may be a while before anything opens back up," she explained, the whole time she was talking I pictured her standing outside the door naked.

"Alright, I'll be out in a bit," I stated. After my shower was over I went downstairs, about halfway down I stopped to look and see what my mom was wearing, she was in the kitchen and she had a robe on but it was completely untied, her breasts were lightly covered but her vagina was full bare for me to see. I kept my boxers on and walked down to the living room. 

"Do you want breakfast?" my mom asked

"Sure," 

"Come on in and get some," she said, my mind was being especially dirty everything she said I was turning into a sexual thing. Nevertheless I got up and went to get my breakfast, mom had made some bacon and eggs. "Hey, I was looking and we've still got all kinds of movies that we could watch if you get bored again later tonight," she said in a hesitant tone, was she hinting at a repeat of last night. She seemed so adamant about how it wasn't okay last night. I still loved movie nights and now they were more prevalent beings that we had nowhere else to go, besides what did I have to lose?

"Yea, that sounds great," I said. My mom caught a quick glimpse of me looking at her bush as she came around the island in the middle of the kitchen where I was siting to eat my breakfast. 

"Still can't help it?" she asked with a smile

"Sorry, I wasn't sure if we were still doing the nude thing or... if I should wear something," I explained

"Go ahead take em off," she insisted as she let her robe fall off and sat it up on the counter top.

"Oh... okay," I said as I quickly slipped off my boxers. My mom was standing there with her breasts hanging out mere feet away.

"I've got a little bit of work to do in my studio but after dinner we should start another movie night, ther isn't much else to do," she explained

"Sounds good, I've got some things to do too," 

My mom spent the afternoon in the studio, she walked around the whole day fully naked. Most of my afternoon isn't really worth going into I just worked on somethings and read a little bit. 

It was about nine o'clock when I came downstairs because I could smell mom cooking something. I came downstairs still naked, my mom was standing over the stove naked with her beautiful long hair tied up in a ponytail. I sat at the dinning room table and mom brought over the food after a minute. 

"I hope you like this,"

"I'm sure I'll love it, I'll grab drinks, what do you want?" 

"How about some wine, and don't worry I won't get as drunk as I did last night,"

"Alright," I chuckled, I poured two glasses of wine and grabbed a bottle to bring to the table.

"I really wanted to apologize for last night, I know I probably freaked you out a little,"

"No mom not at all, honestly, I... I liked it... a lot,"

"You liked it?"

"Yea, I mean I know it was kind of different but you said it yourself it felt right,"

"I know I did but we can't do that, it's... it's wrong," she said starring down into her wine glass. "But I also said that it wouldn't change us, so we're going to have a good dinner and then have a wonderful movie night," 

"Are we gonna continue the nude thing?" I asked

"I'm going to, unless it bothers you, and you're welcome to do whatever you like, but I'd rather not be the only one," she answered

"No, I like it... I just felt like that was what helped lead to last nights events," 

"Maybe, I think we can handle ourselves though,"

"True, so what are you wanting to watch?"

"I don't know, I found a few new movies that we might like if you wanna give em a look," 

"Sounds good," 

We finished our dinner and mom made some popcorn for the movie, I went into the living room and sat on the couch, it was different just letting everything hang out, I never really saw my own penis this often, or let it just get hard in front of someone. Mom came in and sat down beside me, I was trying my best not to look at her and I was getting a little better at it, 

"I'm gonna make some drinks, how about you put in the movie, its on top of the TV," she said as she got up and went to the kitchen. I could see that she was pouring some much heavier drinks than just wine, was she wanting to get drunk again? I wasn't going to question her though.

I put the movie in and mom and I returned to the couch. She had made us some drinks with hard liquor but not a whole lot mostly just chaser. She was looking amazing as she slowly undid her ponytail, and swung her head around letting her hair fall down over her gorgeous body.

The movie started and she again like last night moved close to me and began snuggling in. My mother's body was laying before me and I found myself admiring it, not just the breasts or her adorable little bush, but every inch of her. She seemed content with the movie but between watching it and taking sips from her drink she continually looked at me locking eye contact and then smiling sometimes with a little chuckle. I even thought I'd caught her a few times looking down at my member laying out on the couch between my legs. The amount of self control I was showing was impressing even me, this beautiful body right before me and the most I'd gotten was just a slight increase in my arousal, don't get me wrong though my mind was thinking about it quite a bit. 

My mom grabbed a throw pillow and laid it against my leg then moved down a bit so her head was resting on my upper leg. She was seeming a little different not drunk by any means but something a little noticeable. She was laid out on her stomach looking at the television, I looked down to see her supple ass cheeks shimmering in the light from the movie on screen. Without even thinking my hand found its way down to her back, I stared rubbing around her upper back and shoulders. I hesitated slightly after remembering what had occurred last night.

"Don't stop, it feels good," my mom said looking up at me. I nodded and returned my hand to her back, she relaxed more with every stroke up and down her back. I began getting lower and lower down her back until I was just above her ass. I wasn't sure what I was doing a part of me just wanted to go all the way and find my hand down in her crotch, but the part of me that knew that I should be respectful to her said to stay away from that. I went around the sides of her cheeks on her legs and down further. I felt like maybe she'd like me to rub her cheeks so I went for it. Her soft skin was amazing and it became softer the closer I got to her fine ass cheeks, my hand found its way up the cusp of her cheek and onto the middle of her firm ass. 

"Ooh," she gasped looking up at me.

"Sorry mom I...,"

"No keep going its relaxing," she said. I continued massaging her full cheeks, my hand was very close to her vagina and it was making me a little erect. I could feel my cock starting to stand up. My mom looked up at it, I wasn't sure what to say. 

"Well hello," she said sarcastically.

"Yea sorry, It just kinda happened,"

"It's fine sweetie, its natural," as she said that she leaned forward and gave it a kiss on the tip, it jumped to attention quickly.

"Mom I... um what are you doing?" I asked

"Well it's just sitting there asking for it," she chuckled. Still leaned over by it she gave it another kiss this time below the head, her lips stayed there for a while before pulling away. 

"Mom," I moaned as my member became fully erect.

"Oh, does my baby boy like that?" she asked looking up at me with a seductive look in her eye. 

"I love it mom," I replied. She began kissing it up and down the shaft, teasing at it as her lips stayed longer and longer with each kiss. The next kiss she left her lips pressed to my head and then opened her eyes and looked up at me, her puckered lips slowly turned to a sexy grin as her tongue slipped out from her lips and grazed along the head of my penis. I moaned in pleasure, her tongue slid up and down, she wrapped it around my thick hard on and ran it all over then she started to take it slowly into her mouth.

What were we doing? She had told me that this was wrong but she seemed to be loving it, and I definitely was too. She took just the head in her mouth running her tongue around it and tickling the very tip. Then deeper accepting more and more, I felt my head pressing against the back of her mouth and then she took even more! My head slipped down into her throat and she wasn't even gagging, she was amazing at this. Her sexy lips reached the base of my member pressed against my shaved pubes. All six inches of my penis were planted inside her mouth, she began bobbing up and down her saliva was dripping all over my member and it was as hard as it could get. She pulled off and drew in a big breadth.

"Is mommy doing good baby?" she asked as she caught her breath and ran her fingers up and down my shaft.

"Mommy is amazing at this," I answered with a huge smile on my face. She returned to my sucking on me, not as deep this time but still going pretty far down. I ran my hand down to her ass and slowly guided my fingers across her ass hole, she moaned a little as my fingers came across that forbidden hole. I went further until hitting her warm and extremely wet pussy, I played with my fingers slipping and sliding them in her juices, her lips parted and I slowly slid a finger inside her. She moaned loudly which caused a vibration on my cock that made it feel great, she was now sucking faster. I started working her pussy pushing deeper with each pump, she was moaning loudly. Her insides were so warm, I slid a second finger in and she started pushing back onto my fingers, she was really loving it. Her sucking was fast and deep my cock was disappearing inside her throat with every bob of her head. After a few more moments she raised her head and looked at me, I stopped fingering her. She wiped her lips and then sat up.

"Momma needs you...needs you inside her," she begged, before I could respond she had mounted me and had my cock in her hand.

"Mom,"

"Yes baby?"

"Not that I'm not loving this, I really am, but you said this was wrong... I just wanna be sure you aren't just drunk," I explained

"No not at all, I've had a little but I'm fine, trust me I want this," she said with a very sincere look. She gave me a huge kiss on the lips and then slowly rubbed the head of my cock along her lips. I put my hands on her hips. Slowly but surely she slid down on my cock letting all of it in, she moaned loudly. My cock was now buried deep inside her, I could feel her warmth, her juices flowing through her, and her wet lips wrapped around the base of my cock. Up until now I had only had sex with two other girls and neither of them were this tight, it was amazing, how was she so tight? 

My mom put her hands around my head and pulled me close to her, we started making out, our tongues met and swapped saliva. She started rocking back and forth which drove my cock around inside her.

"Oh baby, you're so big," she moaned

"Mom, oh mom, its so tight,"

With our lips still locked she started letting my cock out and then sliding back down, I could feel my cock begging for her sweet pussy. She continued humping this time speeding up, taking more and more of my cock in every time. 

"Mom... I love you," I said as we stopped making out.

"Oh Garrett I love you too, come here, I want you to fuck me," she said as she pulled my cock out of her, and got up off the couch. She lead me upstairs, I watched her ass sway side to side as she walked up each stair. We got to her room and she opened the door and lead me to the bed. Her hand rested on my shoulder, she fell back on the bed pulling me down with her. She spread her legs to show me her hot pussy. 

"Do whatever you want to me baby,"

"Mom you're so fucking hot!"

"Thanks sweetie, you aren't so bad yourself," she blushed

I thought maybe I should return the favor my mom had done for me earlier, I slid down the bed and was face to face with her pussy. I started my tongue around her lips and up to tickle her clitoris. She moaned loudly, her hands grabbed hold of my head and pulled it in to her crotch. 

"Oh baby, you're so... so dirty, I like it, most guys won't go down on a woman right away,"

I reached my tongue up inside her hole, it was already tight again even though my cock was just stretching it out. I tasted her sweet juices, they were delicious. Her thighs were on either side of my head shaking slightly as I went deeper.

"Oh yes, eat me out honey, eat your momma," she yelled in ecstasy. I pressed deeper as I grabbed hold of her hips. Her wet lips were spread against my face, I had never enjoyed sex this much, I was loving every little detail. She started shaking more and more, her thighs tightened against my head and she curled up a bit raising off the bed. 

"Oh mommy's gonna cum, oh fuck, oh yes, harder baby, harder," she moaned as she rocked her pussy against my face. My mothers flood gates opened and she started squirting out onto my tongue and on all in my mouth, it was an amazing taste, I rammed my tongue as deep as it would go rubbing all around inside her. "Oh fuck baby, oh wow! momma came good, you're so good at that," 

"Mom you taste so good," I said as I wiped my face, my mother grabbed hold of me and pulled me up to her.

"Fuck me son, fuck your mommy!" she begged

"Of course mom,"

I sat up on my knees and pressed my rock hard cock against her lips, it slid in with ease and with another light push it slid all the way in, I could feel her entire pussy still pulsating from cumming. 

"Oh yes fill me up with your big cock,"

"Mom your pussy... its so fucking good," I groaned as I began thrusting in and out of her, her hands grabbed hold of my hips and pulled me in with each hump. 

"Fuck yes baby, fuck me, fuck me," my mom was laying there accepting every inch of my cock and moaning with each thrust. I was in a whole other world, becoming lost in the sex I started thrusting harder and harder. "Oh my god," my mom said as she pulled me in towards her, our lips met and we kissed over and over as I plunged my member deeper and deeper, harder and harder. Her juices were building up all over her lips and spilling out, a light slapping sound was occurring due to the juices. She begged me pulling me in closer again now chest to chest with her tits pressed against me, I began suckling on her nipples.

"Oh mom, mom I'm gonna cum," 

"So am I baby, son cum inside me, fill your mommy up," she begged

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, please give me your load," 

I plunged once more into her wet pussy, and we both moaned together. She locked her legs around my back and pulled my cock as deep as it would go. My cock became rock hard as my cum dumped shot after shot deep into my mother, I could also feel her juices pumping back against me. We both laid there for a moment catching our breadth and shaking in pure pleasure.

"Mom, I fucking love you," I said starring into her eyes. 

"I fucking love you too son, was that as good for you as it was for me?" she asked with a kiss.

"The best sex I've ever had," 

We kissed passionately for a while just leaving my cock deep inside her until it became a little flaccid. I eventually pulled it out to see the bath of juices that my cock was covered in. I cleaned up with a box of tissues my mom had beside her bed. My mom got up and cleaned off in the bath quickly, maybe she was wanting me to go down on her again, and thought I would want it cleaned. Little did she know I wouldn't care either way. I just love eating her pussy.

She returned after a quick minute and I was still sitting on the bed. 

"Would you sleep wanna with me tonight Garrett?"

"Yea of course, Kathy," I said jokingly

We both climbed under the covers and she got as close to me as she could pressing her ass against my cock. I guided my hand up her leg and across her ass cheek, then up around her lower back and onto her stomach. I left it there and pulled her in close. She pulled her hair back and so I kissed her lightly on the neck. 

"So was that a one time thing?" I asked 

"I don't know, do you want it to be?" she replied

"No," 

"Then you can have me anytime you want," she answered. With that though my cock grew a little hard again, I could feel it separating her ass cheeks and pressing against her hole. 

"Hard again?" 

"Yea sorry, I was just thinking about having sex with you whenever I want," 

"Come here," she said as she guided her hand down to my cock and pressed it against her pussy. I let it in a little just the tip and a little of the shaft, she moaned a little as I went deeper inside her. 

"Do you wanna leave it in there?" she asked.

"While we sleep?"

"Yea it feels good."

"Sure."

I buried my cock as far as it would go inside my mother and then reached a hand up onto her breast. We relaxed and throughout the night I pumped in and out a little until I fell asleep. 

To be continued.



The Lake House Ch. 02



He didn't remember going back to his room. He didn't remember pulling on a clean pair of boxer briefs and crawling into bed. He did however, remember the sight of Gesabel's creamy thighs and butt as she shimmied her boy shorts and jeans down her legs so she could go to the bathroom. He rolled onto his side with a groan and curled into a ball. That nauseating guilty feeling had returned. His eyes slid closed as he willed himself to sleep, trying desperately to ignore the throbbing between his legs.