Gwen & Richard

My parents stayed together until I graduated high school. I knew that they were not getting along well but didn't realize that my father would disappear from my life and my mother's life the day after graduation. He was legally bound to pay for my college education and he settled with my mother with a continuation of health insurance and with a lump sum in lieu of alimony. My mother, Gwen, knew she could not live forever on that lump sum and used it to buy into a small business. I, Richard, went on to pursue my education at the most expensive university in the California. I actually hated to leave my mother alone so soon after the divorce but the demands of her small business and its' success kept her mind and activities occupied.

I loved being in college and away from home for the first time. The California environment and lifestyle was a big change from the Illinois town where I grew up. As much as I was having a good time, I was a little homesick and concerned for my mother. After the first semester, I came home for Christmas break. It was really nice to be home again and winter setting in was a nice change from the sunny weather of California. Being gone for several months, you notice things that you would normally take for granted if you were around all the time. I noticed how attractive my mother was. Gwen lost some weight spending so much time with her business and cut her blonde hair into a shorter business style. We spent a great deal of time together that December as I helped her in her business during the Christmas rush and of course we were together as a family for the two holidays. After New Years, I headed back to school.

The next semester I got involved in an outdoors club at school where we spent most of our time backpacking in the Shasta area on weekends. I was never much of outdoors person and I was surprised at how much I loved backpacking. I became good friends with a senior who was president or director of the club. Over one of those nights around the campfire and a couple of beers, he told me and 2 other male students about this incest club spreading underground in the college campuses. The Club of the Sons was about mothers and sons having sex. This lead to a lot of bad and old jokes about mothers and sons but it did set my mind thinking about it. I never did hear anymore about the club nor knew if it existed on my campus but the intrigue of incest engaged my sexual interests. I began to look at more items on the internet about the subject from photos to stories and had some intense masturbation sessions looking at it. I was really turned on by brother and sister stuff and I have to confess to having an occasional fantasy about my mother, Gwen.

The spring semester flew by and soon I was on a plane back to Illinois for the summer. I planned on spending the three months working at my mother's business and weekends backpacking in the rugged terrain of far southern Illinois. I started to work with Gwen and within a day or two, realized that she was so over stressed with the business. I suggested that she go walking with me in the evenings to work off the stress and stay in shape. There was a two mile asphalt walking trail close to the house that meandered through a county park. My mom agreed to walk with me as she realized the job was getting to her.

Everyday after work, mom and I would change into t shirts and shorts and walk the trail. The walk provided a place for us to relax, really talk, and draw close to each other. We talked about the business, college, California, and sometimes about the divorce. She enjoyed hearing about my backpacking adventures so much that she wanted to try backpacking with me. I didn't realize my ambition to backpack every weekend but did convince my mother to close down the business for the week of July 4th and take a short vacation with me. Mom was 39, in good shape with strong long legs who could handle a light pack for a couple of days. During those walks, I noticed we would get looks from others on the trail as they saw this attractive older woman with an attractive younger man. I knew that those looks boosted my mother's ego. Certainly I was enjoying my mother's company and more once in awhile admired her body as much as I looked at other attractive women passing by on the trail.

I made plans to walk this trail through the GG Forest area which would be an easy hike over three days. The weekend before the fourth, I went to the local mart store and bought some inexpensive backpacking and camping gear which would be sturdy enough for the hike or at least it would hold up for three days. I had everything ready so when the July fourth weekend came, Gwen closed up the business and we threw the gear in the trunk and drove into deep southern Illinois. After driving for about three hours, we arrived at the park. We decided to spend the night in one of the park cabins and start fresh in the morning for the trail. We stopped at the ranger's office and exchanged mom's credit card number for a cabin key for the night. The cabin was small and basically two beds and a bathroom with some heating or air conditioning. We dropped off our gear in the cabin and then drove back up the road to a fast food place for dinner. Mom was getting tired from all of the driving as well as being excited about the hike.

After dinner, we decided to get to bed early. There was no TV to watch anyway. It had been a long time since my mother and I shared such close quarters. Gwen took her shower first and came out of the bathroom in a long t shirt. She laid on one of the beds and looked over the trail map while I headed for the shower. Mom looked quite striking lying on the bed with her long legs. I began to shower and felt my cock rise as the warm water covered my body. I knew it would be awhile before I could get some sexual release and decided to do a quick jack off in the shower. I chuckled to myself thinking if mom only knew I was stroking my cock while she was a few feet away in the other room. Then I began to think about her in a sexual way while rubbing my cock. My imagination got carried away as I thought about fucking my mother and soon I shot streams of white cum against the tin shower wall.

I let the water run a bit more, seeing all that the evidence went down the drain. I dried off and put on a fresh pair of briefs. I walked out and sat on the edge of the other bed. I answered some questions that Gwen had about the trail. I thought she was going to ask why I was in the shower so long but that never came up. Normally I have on more than just briefs around my mother and felt almost completely naked next to her. Mom was very casual about it and I could tell that she took an admiring look now and then. After some small conversion, I switched off the lamp and we went to sleep. Early in the morning, we got up and had a small breakfast of coffee and doughnuts.

I shaved while mom dressed. She left off her makeup and still looked beautiful, even youthful without it. Gwen had on a tank top, stretch hiking shorts, and low top hiking shoes. I dressed and then we drove the car to the ranger's station, returned the key, and pulled out the backpacks from the trunk. Mom began to do a few stretching movements before putting on her backpack. She bent over to touch her toes and giving me a great view of her small butt pressed against the stretch fabric of her hiking shorts. I enjoyed the view and would have creamed in my pants except for taking care of business in the shower last night. When she was done, I helped her put on the backpack and adjusted all the straps for a comfortable fit. I put mine on and we began to hike along the trail.

We covered about seven or eight miles that day. It was a hot summer day but the trail was in dense woods where we were shaded most of the time. Mom enjoyed the hike and the many scenic views on the trail. Late in the afternoon I choose an area to spend the night. It was a small clearing that you could tell had been used by backpackers many times before us. We dropped our packs and set up the small popup tent. I began a small fire and began to fix the campfire dinner. After dinner, mom and I sat around the campfire talking until it became very dark and then just stared at the many bright stars in the clear sky which you never see in the city. Gwen was getting tired and wanted to get some sleep. I agreed and let her change in the tent first. I watched as the silhouette of my mother from the lone flashlight moved against the tent wall. It was quite erotic to see her shadow remove each piece of her clothing and then put on long t shirt. She yelled that it was OK for me to come in the tent. I unzipped the door, slid into the tent and then zipped it back up. Mom was in her sleeping bag smiling as I stripped down to my briefs and slipped into the adjacent sleeping bag.

I switched off the flashlight plunging the tent into absolute darkness. It was very quiet except for the constant background noise of cicadas. After a couple of hours, I felt this tugging at my shoulders and slowly awoke from my sleep.

"Richie" said my mother, "Wake up"

"What?" I muttered

"There is something out there" she whispered, "I think it's a bear!"

"Mom" I said, "There hasn't been any bears in Illinois for the last hundred years."

"Well" she said "What is it. I'm scared!"

I listened and heard the sounds she was talking about. "Probably a raccoon or small animal, maybe a deer. Nothing to worry about."

"Well, I am a little shook up" she said. "My hands are shaking"

I pulled the sleeping bag down to my waist and reached over to feel her hands. I groped around in the dark until our hands met and I can tell she was unnerved. I wanted to calm her down and make the trip still a pleasant experience for her. "Rest your head on my chest and I will hold you, mom. There is nothing to worry about." Gwen pushed aside part of her sleeping bag and rested her head on my chest with her right arm over my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around her back and felt her breathing became calmer and her body began to relax. I kept one arm across her back and began to stroke her short blonde with my free hand. I heard Gwen quietly whisper "thank you" as the outside noise disappeared.

I was glad that it was very dark in the tent as my cock grew hard while caressing my mother's hair. I could feel her breasts underneath her t shirt flatten against my chest. Occasionally I could feel her nipples harden and then grow soft again. Mom had nice size breasts for her height, about a 36C with large nipples and they feel so good pressed against me. Her breathing became more rhythmic and she began to softly snore. I continued to gently stroke her hair but slowly lowered my other arm back her back and rested it on her butt. As I enjoyed the feel of her silky panties, I thought I had heard my mother made a pleasant "hmmm" sound between snores. My mind started to go wild at that point. I wanted to slide my hands in her panties or under her shirt. Maybe I would take off her shirt and play with her breasts. My thoughts grew more erotic but I did nothing but hold Gwen as before.

My imagination was deep into having sex with her and the feeling in my cock interrupted my flow of thoughts. I could not believe it. I had not even touched my hard cock and yet it was ready to erupt. I could not mentally stop it and cum began to spurt out of my cock and into my briefs. I enjoyed the feeling of cumming while holding my sleeping mother and let the hot wet cum spurt across my lower stomach and hips. After the good feeling passed, I wonder do I do now? I very slowly rolled my mother from my chest and on to her back in the sleeping bag. I covered her with the fold of the sleeping bag and gave her a light kiss on her lips. I quickly got out of my bag and very quietly unzipped the tent. I was outside the tent in a flash. Being careful walking barefoot, I got a few feet away from the tent and removed my briefs. I wiped myself off with the dry back side of the briefs and then tossed it far into the woods. Bare naked, I returned to the tent and quietly zipped the door and slid back into my bag. I relaxed and figured I would be up first to get dressed before she awoke. Then I thought how cool. If my mom only knew how close she was to her nude son in the bag next to her.

The rising sun woke me up early that next morning and I did get dressed before Gwen awoke. I pulled my pack outside and started to get some breakfast prepared. I checked to make sure my briefs from last night were nowhere in sight. I let her sleep at late as possible and then woke her when breakfast was ready. Gwen came out of the tent in a tight fitting T shirt and a new pair of stretch hiking shorts. She began to brush her hair and then donned a tennis headband to hold her hair in place.

Gwen walked to the campfire and said, "Coffee smells good and I'm starving."

I smiled and said, "Good Morning, let me pour you some." I proceeded to pour coffee into a thermal cup and handed to my mother as she sat by the campfire. She took a sip and let the hot fluid wake her up. "Looks like you are still half asleep."

"Do I look that bad without makeup or doing my hair?" she asked.

"Oh no" I said, "You look great without it. You just look a little tired, that's all."

"I did a lot of walking yesterday" Gwen said, "and I'm really not used to that much hiking, especially with a pack. Besides I was really scared last night."

"That's OK" I said reassuringly, "You are not used to being in the woods. After awhile you ignore most of the noises at night."

"I'm glad you understood" she smiled, "You were very comforting last night and I did sleep very well afterwards. You made me feel so secure. I mean not only out here but when you are home from college. I feel better in the house when I know you are home with me."

I handed mom a large bowl of oatmeal with syrup and some freeze dried sausage on the side. "You spent many years comforting me when I was little. I'm glad that I can return the same love." I said.

"You are such a dear" smiled my mother as she leaned over and placed a kiss on my forehead. We finished our breakfast, cleaned up, and broke camp. We resumed walking through the heavily wooded trail. It was still cool that morning and the birds were chirping loudly as we hiked the path through the shady trees. After a couple of miles, the trail went through a section of prairie where we were surrounded by tall grass plants and flat land. It was easy level walking but it was very hot with no shade and the grasses seem to hold in the heat. The heat from prairie started to tire us and we began to walk slower, gaining less distance than planned. After three hours of prairie, the trail gained some elevation and we were in the woods again. Rounding a bend in the trail, I began to hear a loud roaring sound. The trail began to descend a large slope by switchbacks and as we got closer to the bottom of the slope, I could see where the noise was coming from. At the bottom of the slope was a base of a bluff where a natural spring was pouring out water that seemed to be from nowhere.

"Will you look at that!" Gwen said in amazement.

"Wow" I said, "I think this is the headwater for the river we crossed over when we drove into the park the other day." I leaned over and placed my hand into the upsurge of water. "Man, it's cold!" I looked to where the water was flowing and saw that the spring water was collecting into a wide pool before it became a narrow stream rushing through the woods. I motioned Gwen to follow me and we walked beside the stream for about 50 yards. The water flowed into a wider area that was about twelve feet wide and looked to be about four feet deep before it overflowed as a narrow gushing stream through the woods.

"I think it's time to take a break and cool off" I smiled.

"Do you think it's safe?" asked Gwen.

"Sure" I said, "I don't know if I would drink it but looks good to go in and cool off."

Gwen put her palms into the water and said, "That does feel nice."

"Want to go skinning dipping?" I asked half teasing and half serious. Would I get lucky?

Mom was slipping off her pack and laughed, "You wish! Richie, sometimes you are so funny. You go in first and see how the water is."

I slipped off my pack and sat on a rock where I removed my hiking boots and socks. I saw that she took that comment as a joke then I wondered what she would say if I took the rest of my clothes off? Then I thought that I better not and then slowly walked into the water in my shirt and shorts. The water felt very cold but really felt really good after the hike in the hot prairie. Finally I was half floating with my feet on the bottom and I could feel the sweat and salt rinse from my body and clothes. Mom was watching me in her bare feet as I motioned for her to come in. She lightly placed one foot in the water and then the other. She slightly gasped from the cold water then slowly waded in until the water was at her shoulders.

"This feels great" she sighed. "Especially after being so hot" We stayed in the pool of spring water for awhile, slowly floating around, and reviving our bodies. Then Gwen said, "I'm getting cold and I think I dry out in the sun for awhile." I nodded and watched my mother waded out of the water to a large smooth flat rock by the waters edge. I could see the water made her clothing translucent and I could clearly see her large brown nipples through her bra and t shirt, especially in the bright sun light. She basked in the sun as small trickles of water seeped from her clothing on to the rock. I decided to join her and soon enjoyed the same drying power of the sun. After awhile, I announced it was time to continue the hike but I think we could have lounged on that rock all afternoon. Slowly we put on our backpacks and then resumed following the trail to another stretch of prairie. The prairie did not feel as hot as before since our damp clothing kept us cool from the summer heat.

It was late afternoon and he decided to make camp. Gwen was starting to get cramps in her legs and needed to rest anyway. We had about seven more miles to finish tomorrow and I knew that we would not be back by noon as planned. Instead of driving home tomorrow afternoon, we would probably have to spend the night in the cabins or a close motel. We set up the tent then mom rested while I made a campfire and cooked dinner. After dinner, Gwen was still having soreness in her legs. I gave her some pain reliever tablets from my first aid kit and asked if she would like me to massage her legs. She did and I laid out my sleeping bag outside for mom to lie on while I had the pleasure of caressing every inch of her long legs. Her shorts had hiked up her body from the water and drying in the sun which gave me more of her thighs to touch. After an hour, her legs were feeling much better.

Gwen sat up and said, "Richie, I feel so much better. You give the best massages."

I stopped the massage, sat next to my mother, and said, "Thank you and some time you will have to take care of me when my legs are sore."

"Sure, do your legs hurt now?" she asked. I said "no" but a second later thought, why didn't I say yes. She turned her face to mine, looked into my eyes, and said "thank you". Then she leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. It wasn't passionate but it lingered a bit too long and the moist insides of our lips touched. Her eyes were closed then opened in surprise then pulled away. "I'm sorry" she said.

"Sorry for what?" I asked, "It was a very nice kiss."

"Since your father left and I started this business, I haven't had any time for companionship, if you know what I mean" she said, "With your eyes closed, a kiss is just a kiss."

"I understand" I said consolingly and trying not to get a bulge in my shorts.