Sweat trickled down my firm, B-cup cleavage, soaking my blue sports bra. My goofy nipples were hard and excited, not from the air temperature, which was warm and inviting, but from the prospect of what was about to happen.

It was the last day of the adventure with Nathan at the cabin, and we had decided to take a long hike.

We were looking for a very exotic and frankly ridiculous place to have sex. To make a big final mother/son memory together.

Two days ago, we had read online about a small, secluded waterfall and a pool upstream. It was in the opposite direction of our other two long hikes, and despite it being almost a mile and a half away, we thought this would be ideal. We packed some light food, water to drink, and something soft to lie on. If things worked out, we planned on skinny-dipping, but brought our suits anyway just in case there were prying eyes.

It was late morning, and we were almost there. I was walking up a steep part of a trail when I heard my son chuckle behind me.

“Hey, Mom, you might want to check your leg. You seem to be leaking something.”

I reached between my legs and felt a slick from two morning loads of my son’s wonderful, thick liquid coating my right thigh. I thought I had cleaned out well, but he shoots so much that I never do get it all. It didn’t bother me that my athletic shorts were now damp and my panties were assuredly ruined. In fact, it was perversely comforting.

I scooped it up and licked it into my mouth.

“There, problem solved!”

He shook his head, I winked, and we carried on.

There was nothing like feeling hot, wet semen filling your vagina and coating your cervix. It’s a satisfaction I wish for all people who desire masculine spend. And for those of us who had the unique pleasure of getting some from their own child, there was a special wickedness that made it taste that much better.

A large portion of our hike was quiet. I know what I was pondering, and I was assuming he would be doing the same: this is the end of an era. After the wedding, we might still get together periodically, but it will never be the same. I suppose most parents feel the same way, but then again not all parents fuck their children.

We heard the waterfall before we saw it, and we locked eyes and smiled. Our pace quickened with youthful apprehension, and sure enough, after a copse of bushes, just below was the beautiful pool we had read about!

It was almost perfectly round and flowed out into the river down towards where our cabin was located. The other side was the waterfall, almost as if it was built by movie set designers. It had two drop points each, about five feet wide. It claimed a ten-to-twelve-foot drop across some rocks cascading with mist and spray.

Nathan pointed, and we walked a bit more to a flat area. We unloaded and sat down to take a rest and eat. Simple sandwiches, juice, and some fruit soon found us playing with each other. He sat against a tree whose roots were defying the rocks around it, and I nestled in the V of his legs, my back against him. He lazily let his hand run up and down my thigh, while I gently pushed my back into his growing erection.

I was too content to moan and too happy to sigh. Seemed like we could not get enough of one another.

Felt like we never should.

It was heavenly to be quiet with the water rushing, the sun shining, and our heartbeats matching. I loved this man deeply and thoroughly.

I turned so we could kiss: passionate, wet, and full of tongues. Our hands began to roam, and he was soon working both of his into my sweaty sports bra. I moaned softly as his fingers found my nipples. I pushed against them and he bit my ear. I was adjusting to turn to offer him the rest of me when I had a moment of clarity.

My eyes opened, and I pulled his hands out and sat up rigid, surveying the area.

“What the hell, Mom!” he laughed.

Of course he laughed.

I spoke with unnecessary softness as the roar of the falls covered all conversation. “I just wanted to make sure we were alone.”

Realizing how sensible it was to check ahead of time, he looked around half-assedly. “Yo! Anybody HERE?” I slapped his chest. He shrugged. “Looks like we are clear.”

He leapt up and dropped his shorts. His underwear soon followed, and his shirt. Next came socks and shoes, and I giggled at the quickness of his striptease. Within a minute, he was completely naked and completely hard.

His cock looked at me as if to say, ‘well?’

I hear you!

I excitedly peeled off my bra and soaked shorts. I left my shoes on for the moment.

I folded the towel we had been sitting on and knelt on it before him. I took his cock lovingly into my mouth. Soon our familiar dance was happening again, his thickness sliding in and out of my wet mouth. My tongue and lips working up and down, remembering special spots and still trying to discover new ones.

The phrase “this never gets old” fit the moment perfectly. I had done this literally hundreds of times and each time brought about the same pleasant charge of endorphins and swelling of my heart.

He was older, muscles firmer, cock even a bit thicker. And I was feeling fatigue, a tad bit sooner and aches where I didn’t have them before.

Even though we had both grown older, sucking my son‘s cock had not.

Its head was like no other I ever had; not even my husband, nor Dayton, Bunny’s beautifully hung brother.

I tongue-hummed and swirled around it then loudly sucked it in. He gently held my head. This was not a face fuck, it was a blow job. Oral love-making…

I was stroking his shaft while squeezing his impressive, hot testicles. Third load of the day usually took a while for him. And internally, I rolled my eyes that I, his mother, actually knew that about him.

The usual squish of wet lips and the gag and grunt of our usual oral fucking was lost to the water’s soundtrack. It was like we were in a silent movie. Now. only the sensations on my tongue and in my crotch mattered.

Soon, the familiar groaning and flexing arrived. He expanded like a water balloon being filled, and emptied like a hose being utilized to douse fire.

“Ohhh fuck, Mom! Yessss.”

Squirt after squirt of love potion filled my mouth, and I swallowed as quickly as I could. Moaning myself, I had a hand rubbing against my own wet sex.

Unfortunately, I did not get an orgasm out before he finished. But that didn’t matter, I knew there would be more to come, pun intended.

I licked my lips, stood, and kissed him, exchanging the taste of his deliciousness. I pulled back and squeezed his ass tightly, eyes full of mischief.

“I want to jump in, but I think we should check the depth first, don’t you?”

“Damn, Mrs. Waller. Once again, you show you’re way smarter than me.”

We carefully climbed down the rocks and he was impressed I had left my shoes on. I gave him my raised eyebrows. “Sometimes mothers do the right thing.”

He rolled his eyes, and I smacked him on his beautiful ass as he walked into the water. He found it was only about five feet deep; dangerous to jump from the height where we were eating lunch (and swallowing spend).

I quickly removed my shoes and joined him. The cold was a shock, and I screeched.

“Oh my God! Why didn’t you tell me?” I yelped as my flesh exploded into red bumps!

He roared heartily above the water’s bellowing. “Oh, come on! don’t be a pussy.”

“I’ll show you pussy!” I said as I jumped at him. We wrestled in the water, playing dunking games while kissing and groping.

Soon we were used to the temperature and even ventured towards the falls to feel the pressure on our bodies. Every system in my body was alight! It was a free spa treatment from a dream.

A dream that was suddenly shaken awake by intruders.

“Hello down there! How’s the water?”

They were a hetero couple on the opposite bank of our lunch rock. Definitely older, but not as old as my father or mother-in-law. They seemed very happily decked out in floppy hats and safari-style vests.

Neither seemed that all phased by the fact that we were both naked. Or that I was obviously older than the young man I was with. I slipped under down to my chin and tried to cover my breasts, easily seen in the crystal turning water.

The woman laughed slightly. “Oh darling, don’t worry about it. Stanley and I have done plenty of skinny-dipping in our day! And I don’t blame you with such a beautiful young man like him for a lover. Good for you…”

Unfazed, Nathan choked a laugh and I looked at him in horror!

It was just like the woman at the gas station a few days ago. Wow, women up north really enjoyed young studs I suppose.

Adding to the ridiculousness of it all was the fact that they were shouting above the roar of the waterfall. Anyone else within a hundred yards would’ve heard everything they were saying

“Oh, Claudia, stop it. She’s obviously a bit embarrassed. We’ll leave you two to it. Enjoy the rest of the day, and be careful about doing the DEED underwater. It’s not as easy as it looks. Trust me!”

Claudia smacked Stanley on the back and said something that we could not understand, which made the two of them laugh. With a friendly wave, they disappeared.

There was a good twenty seconds of nothing but the drone of the waterfall. The two of us looked at each other, and just like years ago in the car with Bunny and Dayton, burst into laughter.

“Holy actual fuck,” Nathan choked out.

I took him in my arms and wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to gain composure. We were now shaking, and not from the cold.

“It’s not- oh god- as easy- ha!- as it looks, trust me,” I laughed as his gorgeous cock pushed into my extremely wet and rather cold vagina.

***

I sat at the kitchen table. Yes, the kitchen table, looking over some last-minute preparation materials. The wedding was in four weeks.

I was beside myself with joy, and of course, like any other parent, a bit of melancholy. My child was starting a new life with a person they deeply loved.

A perfect match.

Nathan and I had spent the last eight months meeting up a half dozen times but always with Bunny or Steve or both. It was satisfying but nothing like the trip to the woods.

The holidays saw another fantastic family orgy and adding in Bunny’s family made Grandma Alice extremely happy. Seeing that busty, mature redhead get spit roasted by two extremely good-looking black men was an image I will never want to get out of my head.

The only one missing was Nora, who now had a permanent girlfriend, Dahlia, and did not feel comfortable revealing the family secret. She still had a few fun rendezvous with her sister and her future sister-in-law. And she spent one very special overnight with her mom that I will cherish forever. (It was the most I’ve ever orgasmed with another woman in the six years since my sex life had changed.)

Natalie had also taken some incest time off while away at freshman year. She was period-late one month. She was dating a young man, but they had not had sex. So, if she was pregnant, the father was either her brother or her dad.

Luckily, it turned out to be her body adjusting to not living with her twin sister. They were no longer biologically in sync, and therefore her period was now finding its own schedule. Nora reported the same.

Unfortunate bullet dodged.

One Saturday, as I was helping my soon-to-be daughter-in-law with a change in her bridal shoe choice (the third one), I had an idea and asked her if it was all right.

She smiled and kissed me with a bit too much passion for the middle of a shoe store.

“I think it sounds absolutely perfect!”

I had decided to have one more final moment with Nathan. One more time to have it just be the two of us: my son, my lover, and his still very fit and sexy mother… if I do say so myself.

The next day, I texted him to come over alone. I had a surprise. He texted back question marks and flame emojis and I ignored him.

Alone in the house, I heard his car shut off in the driveway. I stepped into the kitchen and stripped completely.

Nathan came into the back door and shouted for me, but I did not answer. A moment later, he stepped into the kitchen and I heard him gasp.

“What the fuuu….?”

I was standing naked at the refrigerator, my back to him, hair in a ponytail, a pair of headphones on. I turned silhouette, downing a sports drink.

It took a moment for him to catch on and then he laughed loudly. I would find out in a moment if he was going to play along.

I turned and acted shocked that he was there. I screamed and tore off the headphones, attempting to cover myself, ducking behind the island.

“Oh my God, Nathan! what are you doing?”

“I could ask you the same question. Why are you naked at the refrigerator?”

Perfect!

“I thought I was home alone. This is so embarrassing.”

“I should say so. What if my sisters were home? Although they might get naked too…so not a bad thing?”

I rolled my eyes.

He continued, “You must be very cold. Your nipples are twice as long as they usually are.”

I showed shock and hid myself behind the open refrigerator door. I was holding fast to the script, playing the part fairly well, but he was beginning to snicker.

“Well, could you turn around so I could get back upstairs and put something on? I mean, I’m naked here and you’re my son and… It’s really cold.”

“Yes, it is,” he said, smiling. “It causes shrinkage for guys, but not quite sure what it might do to my mother’s pussy.”

I let the refrigerator door close and stood with my hands on my hips.

“How dare you! Watch your language!”

He stepped towards me and said, “How dare you - standing there naked in front of me while I still have all my clothes on?”

We were within inches of each other and we both tried to stare the other down. In a blink, a smile had disappeared, replaced by pure lust. My trick had worked, and he was very much in the mood.

Just like six years ago, I kissed him hard, and our tongues found one another. Our hands locked around each other and I felt the beautiful bulge of my boy bumping into my belly.

I grabbed his head and pushed it onto my left breast! As he had thousands of times before, he sucked it almost painfully while flicking the nipple. I gripped his head while the other hand slid down and almost ripped open his jeans, which fell to the floor.

The recreation was working. He was hard as steel, and I gripped him tightly. “Ohhh, Nathan! Yesss!”

I was soon stroking his majestic manhood, and he was moaning into my breast.

Then I pushed him away and pretended to be surprised. I grabbed my breast.

“I’m sorry, Mom, was that too hard?”

I got strangely emotional, realizing he was repeating exactly what he had said all those years ago. I circled a finger around my areola, collecting his saliva. I then licked it off my tongue, closed my eyes, and groaned with lustful desperation.

“Not at all, it was perfect.” I took him by the shoulders, leaned in and whispered as I bit his earlobe. “Now I need you to take me over to that table and fuck me before your sisters get home. Do you think you could do that? Do you think you could fuck your mother?”

“With genuine pleasure!”

We soon had him naked, and I was bending over the kitchen table. He playfully smacked each cheek. I moaned.

“This never gets old. Seeing your gorgeous ass, Mom. Holy shit…”

“I’m glad you like it!”

And then I had a thought. Why not?

“There is a small bottle of lube in my purse, right there. I want you to fuck Mommy’s ass, Baby, fuck it hard.”

He didn’t hesitate. He was such an obedient son.

Lube was injected and applied and soon I was being ass plugged; strong, manly hands holding my hips.

My breath disappeared faster than the past, but my heartbeat was holding steady in the present.

It was everything I had hoped for and more. I was nearly laid out flat, remembering that day like it was yesterday. My small breasts pendulumed back and forth, nipples scraping across the tabletop.

“Oh yes! Dear God, yes, yes!” I bucked back as sweat exploded across me. “Oh, my God, Nathan, OOF- you are incredible!”

He slammed in fully, balls on cunt, my stomach in my throat, tears flowing!

“You’re the one who is, nnnghh incredible, so fucking hot!”

He resumed driving in and out with perfect ass slapping nastiness. I reached underneath and found my pussy not disappointing. She was soaking and sordidly swelled.

It did not take long for me to get my first pain plus pleasure orgasm which made my body spasm and my ass clinch around his powerful pounding

“Fuck, Mom! so umph good, so bad!”

“Yes! So- ungh- so bad!”

“Fuuuu- umph! Mahhmmm!”

Was he ready to cum already? I suppose he was already aroused when he arrived, sensing what was going to happen but not the manner of which we would be coupled.

“Fuck me, babeee…. Ohhh gawdddd…!”

I was wrapped in strange nostalgia and joyous thoughts as a second orgasm ripped through my body!

I stiffened and shook!

Stars, fireworks, lightning. All...