Acamping We Will Go – Part 2
by
Caliboy1991
Light coming in from the tent’s rolled-up side walls woke me up fairly early. I glanced at Gavin, still asleep on his cot, and couldn’t help but admire my best creation. His T-shirt was pulled up, revealing his flat tummy. At some point during the night, he’s pushed the top of his sleeping bag down, and I could see a hint of his white underwear.
In a few minutes, Gavin would wake up and be moving a mile a minute for the rest of the day, and I wanted to take this brief moment to enjoy his beauty. Like his step-dad, gone now for almost three years, he wore his hair short. Of course, after a night’s sleep, it was messy and unkempt, but that only added to his allure.
His face was baby-smooth. Some of the boys in our troop already had a bit of down growing on their chins or over their lips, nature’s promise of the facial hair they’d soon be able to grow, but Gavin, still a month away from his twelfth birthday, was, I hoped, still years away. I loved gazing at his lovely face.
Some people might look at my boy and say that he’s scrawny or skinny. But to me, he’s like the young sapling, thin and delightful in his growth. I recall being that age and having people say the same things about me. “Elle, the first good breeze that comes along is going to blow you away,” and the like. It’s just one way that Gavin takes after me.
My boy stretched out, tossing one of his hands over his head, hitting the tent flap right behind him as he mumbled, “Is it morning already?”
He kicked his leg, and the sleeping bag slid down a bit, and I could see all of his underwear. True to the calling of most boys his age, his penis tented his underwear. That first morning wood that would typically go down after a good pee. Or, as Matt had once told me, after a good beating off. To the best of my knowledge, Gavin had yet to discover that particular release. But as my eyes roamed over his body, I doubted it required that release just yet.
“Yeah, Gav. How’d you sleep last night?”
Gavin unzipped the sleeping bag and put his feet on the ground. I think he realized his erection because he slid part of the bag over his penis as he said, “Pretty good, I guess.”
As he sat there across from me, his eyes seemed to be doing to me what I’d been doing just a few moments before. I wondered what he was thinking.
After a moment, he found his shorts and put them on, almost managing to hide his morning wood as he slid them over his butt. “I gotta pee. I’ll be right back.”
I’d expected him to head out toward the latrine. Instead, he went out the back flap. I leaned back and peeked out. He’d gone over to a line of trees only a few yards away. After a moment, I saw a yellow ribbon of urine arc against the bark of an old gnarly tree. Before he could turn around, I ducked back inside. The smallest part of me was envious. Because I had to pee something fierce. I found my shorts and, in a few minutes, I walked over to the latrine, stopping by Chris’s tent.
“Chris, you awake?”
He poked his head out, his hair even more disheveled than Gavin’s. “Barely.”
“Can you keep an eye on things? I need to use the restroom.”
After a moment, he came out wearing a pair of boxers and sandals. I thought it was a shame he was gay because he looked hot right then. I wondered if he manscaped his chest. It was smooth, like a swimmer’s body. He smiled as he caught me checking him out, “No problem, Elle. I’ll protect your virtue.”
The latrine was every bit as bad as I’d expected. There were two stainless steel toilets bolted into the concrete pad. Looking down, eight or ten feet below was raw sewage. I couldn’t help wondering how often they got pumped. Probably only once at the end of the camping season.
Still, I had to pee, so I pulled my shorts and underwear down and did my business as quickly as possible. When I practically raced out, Chris had rolled back the flaps on his tent, and I could see Ethan crawling out of his sleeping bag in nothing but his underwear. He was very cute, and at that moment, I couldn’t help wondering if Chris had a particularly special relationship with his boy.
I blinked the thought away as I said, “Thanks.”
Chris said, “Any time.”
Monday saw the boys attending merit badge classes. I was particularly proud of Gavin for trying for his swimming merit badge. Matt had been planning on teaching him how to swim around the time he died, and since then, Gavin hadn’t progressed much past dog-paddling. He also took the rifle shooting merit badge as well as a couple of other badges.
There were things for the scout leaders to do if they wanted. However, a good part of my day was trekking back and forth over that damnable jeep track that led from our campsite to the dining hall or the swimming pool or the various merit badge courses.
By the time dinner was done, you could’ve put a fork in me and called me done. Chris and I walked back to our campsite while the boys ran on ahead. The pool would be open in the evening, and they wanted to get changed and get back.
“What is it? Five more days? God, I hope I can survive until then,” Chris said as his feet kicked up little clouds of dust.
“I want to sleep for a week,” I said.
“How long does the open swim last?”
I fished out a piece of paper on which I’d scribbled the day’s schedule. “Ninety minutes. Just time enough to fall asleep in time for the boys to get back.”
As we reached the camp, the boys were streaming back toward the swimming pool. Chris said, “I’m going to see if I can get a signal and call Clay. After that, I’m getting a shower. If you decide to get one, let me know, and I’ll keep a lookout for the urchins ‘til you’re done.”
I ditched the scout uniform and put on a pair of boxers and an old comfortable T-shirt and tied the flaps open before laying on my cot. I’d just dozed off when I heard Chris call out, “Getting in the shower.”
With the walls rolled up, it was an easy enough thing to lift the slanted canvas roof to see toward the latrine. The last thing I expected was his bare ass walking toward the showers. He must work out because he was both lean and muscular. Unawares, my hand slipped under the waistband of the boxers and slipped under the soft fabric of my panties. I inhaled sharply when my fingers touched my clit.
I pulled my hand away, shocked I did it at all. Why were all the good ones either taken or gay? I decided I’d take Chris up on the offer to keep a lookout and grabbed my things for a shower. When I started over toward the showers, my sense of propriety had returned. I called out, “I’m going to take you up on keeping a lookout. When you’re done, I’ll get my shower.”
Chris waved over the corrugated wall, “Just about done. You can come this way if you want.”
When I reached the showers, he said, “I should warn you, I’ve only got a hand towel. Didn’t know I’d be sharing the shower with the prettiest girl in camp.”
He glanced around the corner. I could see his smooth torso, although the rest of his body was still hidden behind the wall.
I said, “Are you sure you’re not gay, Chris? Keep calling me pretty, and I’m going to start throwing myself at you.”
He laughed, “I just tell the truth. Now, don’t point and make fun of me.”
He came around the corner of the shower, and just as he’d said, he held the hand towel barely covering himself.
I really wanted to jump his bones right then. In his own way, he was as handsome as Matt. And God knows, it has been a very long time since I’ve been with a man.
When I found my voice, I said, “Oh, Chris, you shouldn’t tease a girl. Clay’s a lucky guy.”
I couldn’t believe it; I made him flush. At that moment, the towel slipped out of his hands, and his penis came into view. In the short moment it was exposed, I tried to commit it to memory.
He swore as he bent down to pick it up, “Oh, shit, Elle, I’m so sorry.”
My hand was at my chest, as I admired his body. He’d even taken his manscaping down below the belt. Once the towel was hiding his treasure, I said, “Ah, no problem. Are you sure you’re not straight?”
Keeping the towel in place, his face was flushed bright red, “If I was, what would you do?”
I leaned in against him and felt the towel against my body and whispered, “I’d ask you to fuck me, right here and right now.”
My brain, my mouth, and my body were at war with each other at that moment. I couldn’t believe I’d say something like that to one of the other leaders.
Chris leaned back against the corrugated wall as I took the towel from him. He gave a furtive glance toward the trail before I grabbed his hand and pulled him around the corner, back into the shower.
As I pulled off my shirt, exposing my perky girls to him, he stammered, “Elle, I’m not the guy you want.”
I stepped in against him, pressing my breasts to his chest, and kissed him on the lips. When he barely responded to my kiss, I knew I was pushing too hard, but my body burned, and I felt my wetness between my legs. I pulled back, “Do you and Clay have an open relationship?”
I could see him waver. “We, uh, have an arrangement.”
I reached down and took his swelling cock in my hand and said, “Give me something, Chris, anything. It’s been too long.”
I saw that furtive glance as he stood on his tiptoes and looked over the wall. He wore a look of relief when he came back down, “We’ve got a few minutes, Elle. Please don’t take this the wrong way, but as sexy and desirable as I find you, I’m not interested in sex.”
He was a good six inches, and I held him easily in my hands, “Your mind says no, but your body says yes.”
I felt flustered that he was unwilling to shove that delightful cock in me, but I could see he still had a need. I got down on my knees and took him in my mouth, vowing that if he protested at all, I’d back off and concede defeat.
He cried out, “Ah, Yes. Elle,”
There was no foreplay, no licking his cock and playing with his shaved balls. There was just taking his cock in my mouth as deep as I could take it and then using my tongue and spit to drive him wild. It only took a couple of minutes before his hips were thrusting. I didn’t have long to decide. Did I want to take his seed in my mouth? I took too long, and before I knew it, his dick swelled and spasmed in my mouth, filling it with salty cum.
I took a half dozen shots before spitting it into the drain in the center of the concrete pad. Matt was the only man I’d ever swallowed, and I wasn’t quite ready to give up on that memory of my husband.
Chris leaned against the wall, “Oh, fuck, Elle. That was, ah, really good.”
I handed him back his towel and said, “I hope that doesn’t get you into trouble with Clay. But I needed that.”
His smile was awkward. “I, uh, can understand that. Not sure how Clay would take it. He doesn’t necessarily mind sharing, but he’s all about the sausage.”
I turned on the water and pulled my boxers and panties off, letting Chris see me as I stepped into the water, still warm from the metal pipes that had been sun-drenched all day. I wasn’t ready to apologize for taking advantage of the moment. Even though it wasn’t the sex my body craved, it was still an intimacy my body needed.
I said, “I probably shouldn’t have done that, Chris, but it’s been so long since I’ve had any sexual intimacy that even a blowjob gives me something of what I need.”
He slipped around the corner, but he was still there, “It’s okay. Before I met Clay, he told me he was going through something similar.”
Water cascaded over me, “Are we okay?”
There was a rueful chuckle from the other side of the wall, “Yeah, Elle. I hope you’re not trying to practice your very special version of conversion therapy on me, but yeah, we’re good.”
As I lathered my body, I said, “Chris, thanks for understanding.”
But there was no response. He’d gone back to his tent.
By the time I finished, dried off, and put my clothes back on, I saw Chris. He sat at the picnic table with a book in his hands. When he looked up, there was a flash of a smile and that same rueful chuckle as he waved at me. I wasn’t sure if he was really okay with what I’d done, but he seemed to be taking it in stride.
By the time I had changed clothes, the light was leaving the sky, and the boys would be returning shortly. I had just climbed into my sleeping bag when Chris came over and said, “I was reading in this book about something, do you have a sec?”
“Sure,” I said.
He sat down on Gavin’s cot and shared the passage from the book. By the time the boys dragged their tired butts back from the pool, Chris and I were laughing about what he’d read aloud. It was, I realized, his way of saying that he and I were okay. I didn’t know if anything else would even be possible with him. But we were okay.
Chris tousled Gavin’s wet hair when my boy returned. He got up and said, “Your mom’s a pretty special woman, Gavin. Good night, Elle.”
When Chris had returned to his tent, Gavin said, “I think Chris is pretty cool, Mom. It’s a shame his troop isn’t close to us. If it were, I’d want to transfer.”
I nodded, “Yeah. Chris is alright. You and Ethan seem to be thick as thieves.”
He nodded, “Ethan’s awesome. Did you know he can burp the A-B-Cs?”
I shook my head, “Wow, that’s a real talent.”
He closed the tent flaps and said, “The lifeguards said that if I pass the twenty-five-meter swim test tomorrow, I’ll get blue added to my swimming token.”
He hooked his fingers in his swim trunks as he said, “I can go change by the showers if you want.”
I shook my head, “This is as much your tent as mine, Gav. Just pretend I’m asleep or that I’m not here. I’ll try to ignore you. How’s that?”
Despite the reluctance in his voice as he said, “I guess it’s okay,”
Gavin pulled his swimsuit down before sitting on his cot. He toweled himself off, and as he stood up and hung the swimsuit over the clothesline, he said, “You think I can get by without a shower? Just finished swimming.”
I couldn’t’ help gazing at his body in the low light thrown by the electric lamp overhead. He was several inches short of five feet, and with his narrow hips, I wasn’t sure how he managed to keep his swimsuit on without it sliding off. His penis was soft, too short to hang down properly, it still nestled nicely between his balls that distended slightly from below the base of his penis.
And to me, he was a perfect specimen of what a boy should look like.
“Yeah. If you want.”
I tried to avert my eyes as he slipped on a pair of underwear.
He turned the lamp off and climbed into his sleeping bag. I closed my eyes and tried to go to sleep, but images of Chris’s erection rotated with Gavin’s prepubic flaccid penis in my mind. No matter how I wanted to shut it off, that rotation of images flashed in my mind. When I heard Gavin’s steady breathing, I pulled my panties down and plunged my finger into my wet lips between my legs. Rubbing a finger on my clit brought some relief, but it wasn’t enough. With my other hand, I plunged a couple of fingers as deep into my pussy as I could.
My hands grew tired, but I had to satisfy that itch that burned between my legs. Swapping out my fingers, I kept rubbing as I lost track of time. Finally, my insides felt like they were rushing against a dam, like a roaring river. As I felt the feeling lapping against that dam, my mind saw Chris and Gavin standing before me, both proud of their erections. In that dream-state, I reached out and took both of them in my hands. Those feelings inside me spilled over, and my body shook as my orgasm washed through me.
Sometimes my orgasms slam into me with powerful, earth-shattering power. Other times, like this night, it’s a slow river of pleasure. The end result is mostly the same. When my orgasm faded, I wiped my hands on my underwear before falling asleep.
***
I ran back into camp a few feet ahead of Ethan and found mom laying on her cot with all the tent flaps open. While dinner was still more than an hour away, she had yet to wake up from an afternoon nap. I saw she wore a T-shirt and pair of boxers, and as I ran up to her, I cried out, “Hey, Mom! I did it. I got blue added to my swimming marker!”
As she stirred, it reminded me of what I’d seen when I woke up a couple of days earlier. Tuesday morning, I woke up before Mom. As I stretched, my stiffy rubbed against underwear. With Mom still sleeping, I pushed the top of my sleeping bag down, until just my underwear covered my stiff pecker.
Mom snored as she slept, and I looked over at her. At some point during the night, she threw off the top of her sleeping bag. Her shirt was pulled up, and I could see her belly button. But as my eyes drifted lower, I gasped as I saw her underwear pulled halfway down her thighs. I sat up to get a better view, hoping she would remain asleep. There was enough light filtering through the canvas for me to see her hair and her girl parts.
I wondered why she’d pulled her underwear down and exposed her privates. After a few minutes, she snorted in her sleep, and I took that moment to slide my sandals on and hurry to the latrine, my face red at the embarrassment of seeing my mom so exposed.
That image from a couple of days earlier retreated in my memory as I jumped up and down outside our tent as Ethan pounded me on the back, saying, “Great job, Gav!”
When Mom finally opened her eyes, she said, “That’s good, Gavin. I was starting to get worried now that it’s Friday. But you did it!”
She hugged me and I liked the fluttering in my tummy as I felt her boobs through the thin material of her shirt.
Chris heard us and came out of his tent with a book in his hand. Ethan ran over to him and threw himself on his dad, “You shoulda seen it, Dad. Gavin was the first to finish his twenty-five-meter swim today.”
Watching the casual hug that Ethan’s dad gave him made me feel a bit jealous. I still missed my dad, and watching the two of them give each other hugs reminded me of what I didn’t have.
Maybe Mom picked up on that because she took me into a full hug, wrapping her arms around my neck as she said, “I’m so proud of you, kiddo. You’re my amazing man!”
The fluttering in my belly returned, and I felt better. Mom really loves me so much.
Friday night dinner was a bar-b-que and was officially ‘family night,’ and lots of the campers’ families came out to celebrate the end of camp. Dinner was followed by a big campfire, complete with skits and songs. At the end of the campfire, there was a ceremony for a handful of boys who were nominated to join the Order of the Arrow. None of us boys in the provisional troop were called out, but it was still cool to watch.
Afterward, Jake and Tyler came over with Tyler’s mom in tow. She told my mom that she would help the two of them pack up and head out now instead of waiting for Mom to bring them home on Saturday.
Ethan came over a few minutes later and told me that Darrell and Billy, the other two boys from his troop, were leaving with Darrell’s dad. I turned to Mom and said, “We’re not going to leave yet, are we?”
She put her hand on my back, “No, Gav. Not unless you want to.”
Ethan, happy at the news, said, “Great. Let’s go find my dad.”
We found his dad on the phone, close to the parking lot, where he managed to find a signal. When Ethan and I ran over, Chris said, “Love you, Clay. We’ll see you tomorrow.”
Ethan grabbed his dad around the waist, “Awesome. I was afraid you’d want to go home when Darrell and Billy left.”
Chris hugged Ethan so hard that he lifted my friend off his feet. “Wouldn’t think of it.”
As we walked back to our campsite, Ethan and his dad walked with their arms around each other. They looked really happy.
Mom fell into step beside me and said, “They look good, don’t they?”
I nodded, “Yeah.”
She pulled me into a side hug. “I’m really happy with you, Gav. More than you can imagine.”
I slipped my arm around Mom’s back. “Thanks. I’m so glad you brought me this week. I’ve had so much fun.”
When we got back to camp, Chris started a small fire in the firepit. He said, “Elle, you and Gavin want to burn some graham crackers with us?”
I pulled Mom over to the campfire as she said, “Sure.”
After Ethan and I fixed smores and served them to Mom and Chris, the fire had burned down to coals. Ethan climbed into Chris’s lap while Chris told a couple of ghost stories. As he told us about a murderer who was supposed to haunt the local forest, he helped Ethan take his shirt off and rubbed his hands across my friend’s chest and back.
I leaned in against Mom, and she whispered, “They look like they’re having fun.”
Funny how she knew what I was thinking. When I nodded, she let me sit between her legs as she helped me pull off my shirt. That wonderful fluttering in my tummy returned as she ran her hands over my chest as I leaned back against her.
I knew Ethan’s dad was married to another guy. So, I knew that he was gay. Or, as Ethan liked to say, Chris plays for the other team. Still, when I saw him kiss Ethan’s neck, I wondered what my friend thought of it.
When Chris finished up the stories, it was late. He said, “This was fun. I’ve enjoyed my time with three beautiful people. I’m going to get a shower, and then I’m going to bed.
After getting to her feet, Mom said, “You’re the sweetest guy I know, Chris.”
I felt my jaw drop as she leaned up and kissing him on the cheek. Wow! I didn’t see that coming. She added, “Good night, we’ll see you in the morning.”
When we reached the tent, I heard Ethan ask his dad, “Can I take a shower with you?”
The tent flap closed behind me, and I missed Chris’s answer.
I pulled my shoes and socks off and sat down on the cot as Mom turned on the electric lamp. The last hour or so had been magical. Listening to Chris’s ghost stories and being held by Mom had been the perfect end to a great week.
She’d taken off her scoutmaster’s shirt and hung it up as I got back to my feet and threw my arms around her waist, I said, “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I can’t remember when I’ve had more fun.”
Mom wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me until it almost hurt, “I love you bunches, Gav. I’m glad you enjoyed it so much. Hopefully, the troop will survive, and Carl will get back involved when school starts, but even if it doesn’t, if you want, we can go camping as often as possible. May even see if we can invite Ethan and Chris to go, too.”
When the hug ended, before I sat back on my cot, I pulled my scout shorts down, not even thinking about Mom standing less than a foot away from me. It was only when I sat down that I realized I’d grown so comfortable with her in the tent that being in my underwear didn’t bother or embarrass me.
As she slid her shorts off, she said, “Last night here. If you want to get a shower with Ethan, go on. I think I’ll get mine when you guys are done.”
I’d taken a couple of showers with Ethan over the past week, and to tell the truth, I was slightly intimidated. He was already twelve and a half and his pecker is big, at least compared to mine. He even had some blonde hair growing down there, too. I didn’t like thinking about it, but even though I was just a month away from turning twelve, I felt like a little kid compared to Ethan and the other boys. If I pulled my pecker out as far as I can stretch it, it’s about three inches, but otherwise, it’s not even two. And hair? Yeah, right. I’m as smooth as a baby’s bottom.
Still, Ethan never said anything about it, so I said, “Okay. I’ll be back in a bit.”
I grabbed my towel and flipflops and hurried over to the shower, where I could hear Ethan and Chris. It sounded like they were having fun and cutting up, so I thought I’d get in on the fun. I slipped my flipflops off and snuck over to the shower’s opening. And when I peeked around, I got the shock of my life!
***
I felt funny as I let go of Gavin. I don’t know if it was his boundless affection tonight, but as he walked out of the tent in just his underwear and a towel, I realized I’d felt that way a few times before. Most recently, it had been with Matt. Before that, it had been with Gavin’s biological father. I sucked in a deep breath, surprised to discoverer my feelings for Gavin were about the same as when I first started falling in love with Matt.
It was preposterous. Gavin’s my boy. I held him the day he was born, and I’ve always felt the love for him that every good and decent mom has for her kids. But when I hugged him, my body tingled, and I wanted him to hold me, just like Matt used to. I tried to discount that. He was still just an eleven-year-old boy, and whatever I was feeling couldn’t possibly compare to how in love Matt made me feel.
I pulled the boxer shorts off and lay back on the cot in just the T-shirt and panties. My head had barely touched the pillow when Gavin came back into the tent. He was in only his underwear. His flipflops and towel were nowhere to be seen, and the look on his face was inscrutable.
I sat up, “What’s wrong?”
In a voice no louder than a whisper, he said, “You’re not going to believe what I just saw.”
Lowering my voice, “What’d you see?”
He grabbed at my hand, shaking his head, and repeated, “You’re not going to believe it.”
I followed him into the moonlit night. As we neared the showers, I heard soft laughter coming from the enclosure. I was going to announce our presence when Gavin squeezed my hand and held his finger to his lips. So, tiptoeing over to the opening, I followed my son. Almost like an old cartoon, his head was below mine as we peered around the corner.
Chris was on his knees, sucking Ethan’s dick. Judging by the boy’s reaction, he must have been sucking for a bit because the boy’s head was thrown back, and a look of pure bliss was on his face. When his hips started bucking against Chris’s mouth, the first thing to go through my mind was wondering what the boy tasted like in his dad’s mouth. That was followed by the shock of my life as I realized this gorgeous man who I desperately wished wasn’t gay was giving a twelve-year-old a blowjob.
I knew I should say something or, at the very least, pull Gavin away from the shower right then. But I felt glued in place, fascinated by this illicit act between man and boy. When Chris pulled his mouth away from Ethan’s dick, I felt a moment of sympathy for my son. The boy’s dick was hard and long. Perhaps five inches. I felt dirty at the first bit of moisture between my legs.
Chris pulled Ethan against him as they kissed, like it was the last act they’d ever commit on earth. They were so wrapped up in each other, they had no clue we were watching. Ethan’s erect penis was between Chris’ legs as the boy’s father arched his back and raised himself up on tiptoes.
I bit back a gasp as I realized the boy’s penis was pressing against Chris’ ass. I felt as wet as I’ve ever been as the boy penetrated his dad. I was so floored and horny watching the man I wanted to fuck me being fucked by his young son.
As Chris moved up and down against Ethan’s thrusts, his voice was low and sultry, “I love you, baby boy, fuck me good and hard!”
This went on for a couple of minutes, during which my panties were soaked. Ethan’s hips bucked hard under his dad, even as Chris grabbed his boy’s ass and held him tight.
At that point, Ethan grunted, “Ah, Dad, I love your man pussy.”
The boy shuddered, cumming inside Chris, who held his son tight as the boy rode his orgasm through to completion.
I pulled back and noticed that Gavin was still peeking around. I grabbed his shoulder and moved away. In the moonlight, I noticed my boy’s penis stuck out the opening in the front of his underwear. I collected his flipflops and towel, and we retreated back to our tent.
Gavin must have forgotten about his penis because it was still sticking up through the fly on his briefs. He said, “Oh my God! They were having sex!”
Shaking my head at images I’d never rid myself of if I live to be a hundred, I nervously chuckled, “Yeah. Have to admit, I didn’t see that coming.”
At that point, I nodded toward Gavin’s raging boyhood, “You’re flying at full staff.”
He glanced down, and his face colored as he adjusted it. It didn’t really help, because now his underwear had very noticeable tented. But now that he wasn’t directly exposed, he returned to the scene at the shower. “You’re not going to turn Chris in?”
As a Scoutmaster, even just an assistant, I’ve been through the training the scouts make all adult volunteers go through. I had a duty to report. And the rational part of my brain knew what I’d watched was wrong. Or at least illegal.
The fact that Gavin asked me about what I was going to do was a reminder that even he understood that Chris’s behavior was something normal adults reported to the authorities.
My voice was unsteady, “You know, I’m supposed to.”
The lack of conviction in my voice made me wonder how Chris had affected me over the past week. Perhaps Gavin didn’t hear how little enthused I was at the idea. He said, “Mom, you can’t. Ethan’s my friend, and Chris is his dad. And… and…”
I prodded him, “And?”
In a quiet voice, he said, “They really love each other.”
I leaned over and tousled his hair, “I know. But if someone found out we knew about it…”
He leaned across the space between our cots, “If we don’t say anything, nobody would ever know. Please, Mom, this can be our secret. Please!”
The earnestness of Gavin’s plea touched me. It didn’t hurt that the last thing I wanted to do was get Chris in trouble. Adding to all of that was the troubling feelings toward my son that had come back as we sat opposite each other.
Despite everything we’d just watched and knowing that the legal thing to do was, I couldn’t begin to explain myself as I leaned across the narrow gab and kissed Gavin on the lips. I’d intended for it to be a motherly peck, liked I’d done thousands of times before. But when Gavin’s lips responded, I let the kiss linger until he finally drew back.
He offered a shy, conspiratorial smile, “Our secret.”
After I nodded, he said, “When we first saw them, what was Chris doing to Ethan?”
I was a bit taken aback by the question. I’m no prude, and I figured Gavin had gotten a more thorough sex education in the sixth-grade locker room than he received at home. Of course, the latter had been non-existent.
I asked, “Do you know what a blow job is?”
I could see he wanted to nod, but eventually, he shook his head, “I’ve heard of it, but I don’t really know what it is.”
I pointed toward the tent in his underwear, “It’s when someone sucks on a guy’s penis.”
His eyes grew round, “People do that? Sounds gross.”
I couldn’t help letting a short giggle escape, “Yeah, Gav, people do it. I bet Ethan thought it felt terrific.”
Gavin shifted his erection around in his underwear, thinking about what I’d said. After a long moment, he said, “Did you do that to Dad?”
I felt my face flush. While I wasn’t comfortable admitting everything about the sex I’d had with his step-dad, I was even less comfortable lying to him. “Yeah. Matt really liked it.”
“Do you think I’d like it?” his voice was barely a whisper.
I needed to shut down this line of questioning. I was almost as uncomfortable now as I’d been watching Chris and Ethan. But that earnest expression on Gavin’s face melted my heart. I simply couldn’t bring myself to deflect or lie, even if the question was wildly inappropriate.
No louder than he’d been, I said, “Yeah.”
The flush in his cheeks spread down his neck, all the way to his chest. “Can, uh. Um, will you…”
In my mind, I could hear the end of his sentence, and I was floored. My God! We’d just watch Chris molest his son, and here Gavin was trying to ask me to do the same thing! I really needed to put a lid on this right now, I thought.
His beautiful face, coupled with the feelings stirring inside me, battered against my conscience, lowering my sense of boundaries.
I breathed, “What, sweetie?” What part of me was so depraved that I wanted to hear his question?
He finished, “show me?”
My eyes traveled back to the tent in his pants. I wanted to reach out and touch it, to caress it. Even feel it in my mouth, and yes, in my pussy.
No! my mind screamed. No matter my feelings, I was Gavin’s mom, and I couldn’t do what he asked. I wouldn’t.
Those puppy-dog eyes of his begged, and even though I felt those walls crumbling, I said, “Moms aren’t supposed to do that with their boys, no matter how much they love them.”
Gavin said, “But Ethan and his dad did it. If it’s okay for them, why is it wrong for you to show me?”
I put an arm around his neck, “The world outside this tent says that it was wrong for Chris to do that. Just because we’ve made a promise between the two of us to keep it a secret doesn’t change what would happen to him if others found out.”
I could see his eyes grow sad, “But I’d never tell, and this could be our secret, too.”
I needed this to stop before my last reservoir of will evaporated. He needed to hear a firm no so that we could put this conversation behind us. Instead, I said, “I know, babe.”
I’d never called him ‘babe’ before. That was what I called Matt all the time. It was my special term of endearment for my late husband. The word was out of my mouth before it hit me that I’d called Gavin that. I blinked a couple of times and pushed through what I was trying to say. God, I didn’t want to hurt his feelings. “I still don’t think it would be a good idea here. Maybe later, when you’re a bit older, we can talk about it again.”
I hadn’t convinced him. I could see that in his eyes. But he let the matter drop. I decided against that shower after all, and in a few minutes, we turned the light out and crawled into the sleeping bags. I don’t know if Gavin dozed off right away, but for me, it was a long time before I drifted off into troubled sleep.
The next morning, Gavin was still asleep when I awoke. My eyes were scratchy. I doubt I slept for more than four or five hours. He’d come out of his sleeping bag at some point during the night. I couldn’t blame him. Even though it was still early, it wasn’t cool.
As I gazed down at him, I wondered if his little erection had ever gone away. I could still see the outline of his hard penis through the white cotton. I turned my face away as I felt that familiar moisture down below, and I got up and grabbed my towel. There wasn’t a noise in camp yet, so I hurried over to the shower, hoping the cool water would calm my nerves and dampen my own needs.
A bit later, I wrapped the towel around me and collected my things. I felt more awake and better about the world. Chris came out of his tent wearing a pair of gray boxers, as I started back toward my tent. He looked bleary-eyed. He waved and said, “Good morning, Elle. I can’t believe the week is already over.”
I just watched you molest your boy, was the first thought that popped into my mind. Of course, I was in so much turmoil inside. I knew I’d never say that. A smile formed at my lips, unbidden, as I said, “I know. Gavin had so much fun with Ethan. He’s really going to miss him.”
“I know. Before we get out of here, let’s trade numbers. I’m sure the boys would enjoy a sleepover or another camping trip.”
As I looked Chris over, his firm, smooth body called to me, even if the rest of him was unattainable. “Sure. Gavin would like that.”
I wanted to say more. Not about what I’d seen. That was locked away, a secret between Gavin and me. No, I wanted him to hold me. I wanted him to kiss me, and even though it wasn’t likely to happen, that unattainability only made me long for it all the more.
Chris said, “What about you?”
I ran my hands down the towel wrapped around me and nodded, pushing out of my mind what I’d seen the previous night, “Yeah, Mr. Impossible-To-Get, I’d like it, too.”
He smiled and stepped up to me, our bodies touching, “Don’t get your hopes up, Elle. I’m as gay as can be. Still, I have to admit, having one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever met trying to convert me has been fun.”
He leaned in and kissed me. Before I could melt into his arms, the kiss was over.
He headed toward the latrine, and I went back to my tent, more conflicted than ever. I knew I should be repulsed at what he and Ethan had done. But that simply wasn’t the case. I liked the feel of him next to my body and wanted to know what he felt like in me.
Gavin stirred as I came back into the tent. When he opened his eyes, he smiled up at me, “Good morning. How’s the water?”
I grinned at him, secretly admiring the tent in his underwear, “Cold. But nice. You going to get a shower?”
He shook his head, “I’ll wait until we get home.”
“Can’t say I blame you. I miss the hot water, too,” I said.
He looked up at me as I tried to decide whether to turn away or put my clothes on under the towel. I’ve seen that look before. Even though Gavin was Matt’s step-son, in a lot of ways, the boy’s mannerisms were so similar to Matt’s. It made me wonder how much about us is innate and how much we pick up from those closest to us.
“What?” I said as he still gazed up at me.
He smiled even as he blushed, “I know I’m not supposed to say it, but you’re really sexy.”
I’d expected him to tell me I was pretty or beautiful. Those are things I think it’s entirely appropriate for a boy to tell his mother. A woman wants to know that she’s admired even by her family. But I hadn’t expected him to say I was sexy. Still, though, I liked hearing those words from him. Perhaps even more than I’d enjoyed Chris’ earlier compliment; and I enjoyed that a lot.
I surprised myself when I let the towel fall to the ground.
***
When I woke up, sunlight was filtering through the tent. Mom’s cot was empty. At some point during the night, I must’ve gotten too hot. I was laying on top of my sleeping bag with that morning stiffy I seemed to have all the time.
Even though I had to pee, I didn’t really want to get up yet. That would be an admission that this week was truly over, and if I didn’t have to, I wasn’t going to start that any sooner than I had to.
I’d just closed my eyes again when the tent flap opened, and Mom came in. She just had her towel wrapped around her body. I’m not sure how it managed to, but my stiffy felt even harder as I looked at her.
I stretched as I said, “Good morning, how’s the water?”
We bantered a bit as I thought about last night. As we talked, I became aware that one of the reasons I’d asked her to show me what Chris had done to Ethan was because I knew it involved sex stuff and because my mom was simply the most beautiful woman I knew.
I guess she realized I was staring at her, and she said, “What?”
Busted! I thought. I should’ve just told her it was nothing and look away. But maybe if she could see what I saw, she’d change her mind.
I stammered, “I know I’m not supposed to say it, but you’re really sexy.”
There! I put it out there. I could’ve told her how I loved her, but she already knows that. I’m her son, of course, I love her. No, she wasn’t merely beautiful; I didn’t just love her. No, she was the sexiest person in my whole world, and she deserved to know it.
You can’t imagine my surprise when the towel fell to the ground, and I saw every inch of her naked. This wasn’t like Sunday night when she’d come back from the shower. No, this was on purpose. Her boobs didn’t hang down. To my way of thinking, they defied gravity. My gaze traveled down until I saw her hair that came from between her legs. It wasn’t thick or all black. Just a tuft of reddish-brown hair running upwards for a couple of inches. I could see she was still wet from her shower; there was a bit of water glistening at the top of her slit, matted on her short, curly hair.
“Wow,” I finally managed to say.
She leaned toward me and whispered, “Hearing you say those words makes me feel sexy, Gav. Thanks for making me feel that way again.”
She kissed me on the lips, but it was over before my brain could figure out what to do. And she got dressed, ending the best show I’d ever seen.
Soon enough, a camp truck came down and collected our gear. The advantage of waiting until Saturday is that we didn’t have to haul our equipment back to the parking lot. But we still had to hike back up there.
When we got to our car, Ethan came over and gave me a big hug, squeezing me around the back, “Gonna miss you, Gavin. Dad’s got your mom’s number. Maybe we can get together soon.”
I squeezed back. After all, that’s what you’re supposed to do. Right? Then, when nobody else was looking, he leaned back in and gave me a quick kiss. Mom and Chris were sharing a hug, and they’d missed it. Uncertain what to say or how to respond, I just grinned back at him and said, “hopefully, I’ll see you soon.”
A few minutes later, Mom and I and our equipment were driving home. As we turned onto the highway, I flipped on the AC and enjoyed ice-cold air for the first time in a week.
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