Chapter 2
The second day of Steven Miller's vacation began in a state of deep depression. He was frustrated, more than anything else, and the rain that had started during the night only added to his gloom. Watching Nancy prance around in her new bikini had made him aware of an inner need he couldn't express. Steve felt as though he had a constant erection that was not only becoming unbearable, but was causing him embarrassment as well. At the beach he had to remain seated most of the time so no one would see the bulge in his trunks. As a result, Nancy had made friends and was going to spend the day with them, while he was left out.
There wasn't much to do except stay in bed on a day like this, he told himself. He could hear Nancy chirping happily in the kitchen, telling his mother all about the new kids she had met. A few minutes later she was gone, giving him pangs of jealousy. If only he wasn't so bashful and shy, he thought, he could get a girlfriend and put his sister out of his mind. But at this stage of his life,
Nancy was the only girl he felt comfortable with and she was by far the prettiest, most sensually developed girl he knew.
Balls! It's been years since she let me see her bare ass.... And she didn't have gorgeous fits then! But still ... I ... I can't stop thinking about it. Shit! She rubs those luscious tits on my arm like it's okay ... driving me bananas ... Damn it! I know if we could just be alone for awhile I could joke around and get her to show them to me. Man! I came close to doing it just before we left home. She was in a great mood ... and when I reminded her of the time she let me feel her ass, she giggled.... The erection in Steve's pajamas throbbed faster as Nancy's giggle echoed through his head.... She liked what I was leading up to. I know she did! Just the way she giggled ... I know she was thinking about letting me feel her up again ... That's all I want ... just to feel that beautiful ass again ... and touch those delicious tits.... Then Mom had to come home and spoil it all.... The bubble broke and his thoughts drifted aimlessly for awhile. He could hear his mother washing the breakfast dishes in the kitchen. The cabin was much smaller than their house, he noted. Back home you couldn't hear every sound someone made, he sighed, remembering times when he had accidentally caught glimpses of his mother getting dressed. Those incidents excited him too, but he never watched for long, afraid she'd catch him and make an embarrassing scene. It just wasn't worth it, he decided. At best he had only seen her in her bra and panties.
As soon as Dottie finished cleaning up the kitchen, she went to her room to get dressed. She was in an exceptionally good mood this morning, pleased with her decision about Steven and grateful that Nancy would be gone most of the day. It meant she would be alone with Steven. And the rain was a blessing too, she told herself. It confined them to the house, forcing them to entertain one another.
Dottie had spent most of the time since making her decision the preceding afternoon thinking of a plan that would maneuver Steven into the delicate situation she had fantasized. But it proved to be a waste of time, she finally decided, since the only thing she could plan on was getting him into a conversation and then delicately twisting it to the subject of sex. Beyond that, she realized, everything would depend on Steven's reaction to the topic. And she knew it wasn't going to be easy getting past the stage of just talking, because she couldn't imagine a situation that would get him to undress in her presence.
Still wearing her robe, she pulled on her panties and then a pair of slacks. Next she slipped out of the robe and into her bra. A smile formed on her face as she suddenly became aware of the fact that this very routine was an example of her own extreme modesty; not taking off the robe until she at least had her panties on and then quickly exchanging the robe for her bra. Ridiculous! she scolded herself. A carry-over from childhood. Then again, I don't think I approve of the way Marge and Bill act, she added defensively, pausing to fold her robe neatly and place it on a chair as she thought how her next-door neighbors seemed to have little or no modesty. It just doesn't seem right walking around the house naked, in front of a fourteen-year-old daughter and a son who's only eleven. And ... leaving the bathroom door open! Dottie recalled the last time she was at their house, when she caught a glimpse of the boy urinating, while his sister was in the tub taking a bath. It had shocked and repulsed her at the time, but she had to admit that she could accept it now with a more open mind.
As she turned to face the dresser, where her neatly folded sweater was placed, she glanced into the mirror and caught sight of Steven standing silently outside the partially opened bedroom door. Instinctively, she pretended not to notice his presence and instead of reaching for the sweater, picked up her brush. Though her brain was frantically searching for a way to take advantage of this situation and her entire body tingled with excitement, Dottie casually began to brush her hair. She stretched her arms up and back, thrusting her breasts out to their fullest, for him to clearly see them reflected in the mirror to their best ad- vantage. She made a mental apology for the bra and wished desperately that she hadn't put on the slacks. She needed time to clear her head and she knew the faded pink panties she was wearing would have held him spellbound until she could think straight.
Steve had been on his way to the bathroom when he accidentally saw his mother slipping into her panties through the slightly opened door. There wasn't much to see, he told himself, but his curiosity compelled him to pause for a moment anyway. He was rewarded with a fleeting glimpse of her full bare breasts. Even in a bra they look sexy, he admitted, as he tried to imagine how the feminine balls of flesh would feel cupped in his hands. His erection pulsed faster as he watched his mother brush her hair and thought longingly of caressing her breasts. The white bra was just thin enough to reveal the darker color of her nipples. He was fascinated by the reflection in the mirror, where the nipples seemed to become more pointy and protruding.
"Come in, Steve ... I know you're there...." His mother's voice jolted him, filling him with panic and shame. Not only had he been caught peeking through the door, he realized, but now he had to face her with such an obvious bulge in his pajamas that she couldn't miss noticing. There was no way to possibly hide the thick lump, he decided, entering the bedroom timidly and wishing he was dead.
"I ... I ... was just ... on my way to the bathroom," he stammered. "Just ... passing...." He was encouraged by the fact that his mother continued to face the mirror and didn't stop brushing her hair. He expected a good tongue-lashing and was amazed that she didn't even appear to be angry. It also surprised him that she hadn't covered herself when she saw him. To be moving closer to the object of his fascination unnerved the boy. He didn't want her to see him staring at her chest, but he couldn't take his eyes off the tantalizing nipples that fizzed-out invitingly in the bra.
Dottie turned slowly to face her son, trying to be casual and control the turmoil that was raging inside her. At the same time she wanted to put him at ease and spoke softly, "I'm surprised at you, Steve. Did I raise you to be ... a ... a Peeping Tom?"
"I ... I ... was ... only passing...."
"There's no need to lie, pet. I saw you standing out there a good couple of minutes. But that's not important. I'd rather you satisfy your curiosity at home than go around peeking through our neighbor's windows."
"Aw, Mom. I wouldn't..." Steve blushed, unable to finish the sentence. The idea had been in his mind on several occasions and now he felt guilty about it.
"It really doesn't matter, sweetheart," she cooed, reaching out to embrace him with a forgiving hug. The encounter caused a brief touch of his stiff member against her longing sex, but he nervously jerked it away. The sensation took Dottie's breath away and made her more determined to satisfy her need for him.
"I'm sorry I looked at you getting dressed," Steve moaned in her ear, feeling her firm breasts press into his chest. He felt so awkward, being hugged like this and not knowing what to do with his hands, other than keeping them at his side. It didn't seem right to just stand there without returning the embrace, but her back was bare, except for the bra strap and he didn't know what would happen if he touched her naked flesh. He was having enough trouble keeping his throbbing erection from touching her and secretly wished he could run to the safety of the nearby bathroom before she saw it.
"Let's just say it's a stage you're going through," Dottie responded to his apology. "Your curiosity is only natural, pet. And now ... you're at an age when sex is very important. I ... I just don't ... want you to get in trouble over it. You could ruin your whole life with a few mistakes that came about simply because you were curious. And ... and it's not your fault ... exactly. Not having a father to talk to makes it all the more difficult...." Though groping for the right thing to say, Dottie felt she was doing a pretty good job of it, considering the turmoil that was raging throughout her body, demanding action-not words. One of her hands had already slipped down his back to the elastic band at the top of his pajama pants. The temptation to satisfy her longing for the feel of his buttocks was almost unbearable. She fought off the urge as best she could, but her fingers seemed to have a mind of their own and were inching inside the elastic band.
"Hey!" Steven cried, with a forced laugh in his voice. "Cut that out!"
Dottie plunged her hand down, grabbed a handful of the forbidden flesh and squeezed hard. His body jerked stiff with alarm, but she held the firm globe tightly and whispered laughingly, "What's the matter, pet? Now that you're sixteen your own mother isn't allowed to touch your ass?"
"Aw, Mom, cut it out," he moaned, pretending to pout and laugh at the same time. He was totally unprepared for such a situation and didn't know how he should react. It was as though she could see right through him, read his mind, and manipulate him at will.
"Isn't this what you wanted to do to me, when you were watching me dress?" Dottie asked coyly, releasing her grip on his tender flesh, then running a finger down the dividing crease of the matched globes. "Well?" she persisted. "Don't you dream about feeling a girl's ass?"
"I ... guess..." he admitted shamefacedly, unable to understand how she knew his secret thoughts.
"Then stop acting like a child," Dottie said in a low firm voice. "All you need is a little self-confidence and you won't have to hide outside bedrooms, watching girls undress."
"I'll never do it again, Mom. I promise." Whatever she had in mind, Steve decided, it had to be some form of punishment. And he wanted to escape it, if at all possible.
Dottie withdrew her hand and stepped backwards. Her heart was pounding wildly, excited by the thought of what she was about to do, but she forced herself to appear calm and unaffected. She wanted Steven to think this was all very businesslike and natural.
"To be perfectly honest," she began. "I've been worried about you for some time. I don't want you to be so bashful and shy that your personality becomes stunted. .. ."
"Aw, Mom. I'm okay ... really."
"We'll see, pet. But I want you to stop worrying ... it's not going to be painful." On that note of advice, she began opening the buttons of his pajamas. Their eyes met and remained locked as she began to undress him. He didn't show any sign of objecting until the shirt was off and her fingers went to the string of his pants. Then his eyes grew wide and questioning. "Just relax, sweetheart. Mother knows best," she purred, smiling as she pulled the string and felt the pajamas start to slip downward. Then, with a controlled slowness, Dottie lowered her eyes. She felt like a teenager herself, about to see her first male organ. Her hands were shaking as she pulled down on the pajamas, releasing them to drop to the floor.
Steve moaned and swallowed hard, unable to imagine what his mother would think of him when she saw his penis standing stiff with lust. It wouldn't be nice, he convinced himself, and braced for the storm that was sure to come.
After a long, agonizing trip down her son's chest and stomach, Dottie's eyes finally reached the heart-shaped, purplish head of his spear. A teardrop of clear fluid oozed from the eye of it and her nostrils flared with the first breath of maleness she had experienced in two years. She was mesmerized by the sight and smell of it, unable to do anything but stare at the throbbing mushroom and watch it balloon bigger and bigger before her eyes. An assortment of lustful thoughts ran through her head, but Dottie managed to control them, proud and somewhat surprised at the large size of her son's male muscle. Ifs enormous, she sighed under her breath. Beautiful, thick, stiff and exciting.... And he's mine! My son ... my flesh ... my ... my ... cock!
"....I'm ... sorry...." Steve's voice finally penetrated her swimming head. "I ... I ... just ,.. can't... help myself," he was saying. "It seems to get hard all the time ... for no good reason...."
"There, there," Dottie managed, regaining some of her composure. "Perfectly normal ... nothing to worry about..."
"If you only knew how embarrassing it is!" Steve blurted out in a weak, helpless-sounding voice. "At the beach yesterday ... I ... I ... had to sit the whole time ... so nobody would see it!" His confession seemed to give him relief from the tension and fear that was tormenting him. It was almost like talking to a doctor, he thought. Of course, that's what parents are for, he told himself, gaining some confidence. You're suppose to tell them your problems ... and ... and she said she'd help me gain some self-confidence. Well, ifs working already! "That's why I keep to myself so much," he continued his explanation. "I don't want people to think I'm oversexed... or something."
By now Dottie had recovered enough to control the excitement that surged through every inch of her body. It was surprising how naturally she could function, she thought, while still enjoying the building sexual excitement.
"Come with me," she said, leading Steve by the arm to her closet. Then with the other hand she opened the door and he was face-to-face with the full-length mirror. "Don't look away," she told him. "Look at yourself. There's nothing to be ashamed of, pet."
As Steve followed her instructions, Dottie dipped her hand back to his buttocks and began to massage them gently. She watched her own hand glide sensuously over the smooth white balls of flesh, a finger touring the crack at will, just as she had fantasized so many times. All mine ... The warm juices of an orgasm flushed uncontrollably from her body, drained from the top of her head, down to her anxious sex and into the crotch of her panties. The feel of her son's flesh was all she had dreamed it would be, she told herself, aware that she was breathing hard and squirming her hips, as she tried to squeeze out every last drop of the orgasm. The thought of Steve watching brought her back to her senses. She shot a quick glance to his face for an indication of what he might be thinking and saw he had closed his eyes.
"Feel good?" she cooed.
"Yeah ..." he breathed.
I told you so! This for the benefit of her conscience. He loves it! And needs it! He needs me ... his mother ... to help him through the agony of adolescence.... I've been a fool, allowing myself to feel guilty about this perfectly innocent little act of helping my son ... mature ... and ... develop his personality. The orgasm had cleansed Dottie's mind and body of all its frustrations. She was contented at last and could function with an inner glow of peace and calmness. The task of teaching her son self-confidence would be easier now, she decided, knowing she had proven her good intentions to her own conscience.
"If it feels good to you, Steve," Dottie began, "you should stop thinking it's a selfish act. Don't you think a girl will enjoy being touched like this too?"
"I ... I ... never ... thought of it ... that way," he stammered, barely able to think at all as his mother's delicate touch swept over his buttocks, sending chills of delight through his entire body.
"That's not to say you should go around grabbing every girl's ass that you see," Dottie said with a laugh. She was actually assuming the part of the instructor, she realized and felt better about it. In a more serious tone, she continued. "However, if a girl allows you to touch her ... then you can be sure she'll enjoy it ... and wants it as much as you."
Dottie paused to survey her son's reflection in the mirror, while continuing the slow, tender caresses on his buttocks. Unlike Nancy, who had her father's coloring, Steven had brown hair and brown eyes, like herself. He was about the same height as Dottie, but she knew he would soon be several inches taller. It seemed like he had just started to shoot up in the last six months, she thought, glancing down at the stiff shaft jutting out from between his legs. I can't imagine that growing any bigger than it is! The thought amused her and her hand began to reach for it, hesitating as she tried to decide if touching it would cause a conflict with her conscience.
"I really don't know what to tell you about having so many erections," she said honestly. They were both staring at it in the mirror and Dottie began to feel a bit self-conscious about her hand, which was poised just inches from the long stick, as though she had suddenly become unsure of herself. "But ... I'm sure ... you'll gain control as you gain experience." Her hand was close enough to feel the heat radiating from the hot meat. Her palm was under it and all she had to do was close her fingers around it, she noted with longing. She knew she had to do it, if only to show him there was nothing wrong with him. She fisted it quickly, watching his expression for any sign of disapproval.
"Oh! ... Oh! ... OHHH!" he moaned, closing his eyes and looking faint.
Dottie felt the long thick meat pulse in her hand, throb faster and faster, then jerk. She tightened her grip and watched in awe as the hose of flesh spit out a lump of cream that splashed against the mirror. Another volley followed, then another, with Steve moaning and groaning, while his knees buckled, almost causing him to fall.
"Enjoy it, pet. Enjoy it!" Dottie whispered hoarsely, trying to encourage him on. "Mother understands.... You're so frustrated ... with all those juices pent-up inside you.... Come, sweet-heat, come for mama...."
Steven sighed with relief as his mother pumped out the last drop of juice. He grinned at her sheepishly, unable to speak, but wearing an expression of total satisfaction.
"There! Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" Dottie asked confidently, releasing his penis and running her hand one last time over his buttocks.
"Nnnnnooo!" he gasped.
"This will be our little secret, Steven," she whispered. "And I'll try to help you as much as I possibly can.... You'll see ... in no time at all you'll be through this awkward stage . . and girls won't seem so ... so ... mysterious."
"Man! I feel better already!" he gloated.
"Then go take a shower, while I clean up in here," she said with a smile.
As the naked boy bent to retrieve his pajamas, and then strutted from the room, Dottie felt a new passion building inside. The sight of all that naked flesh began to stir her imagination, fanned by the boy's own enthusiasm. She began to think about all the lessons that remained for her son.
I should be ashamed of myself, she sighed happily. I've really neglected the boy ... but I'll make it up to him.... Using a towel, she began wiping the mirror clean, saw herself still wearing only a bra on top and laughed. He had stopped, hoping to get a glimpse of naked flesh, and never got around to it! She felt herself slipping back into the fantasy of lowering her slacks and panties for the little boy next door. But this time it was Steven! The idea excited her, since she knew it would become a reality and not just another dream.
What a fool I've been! she added, bending with renewed energy to clean away the traces of maleness Steven had left. There was a mushy feeling in her crotch and she knew she would have to change again. The idea of waiting until Steven was passing, on his way back to his room, crossed her mind. But she decided against it. I want to shower and smell nice for him. ... Besides, I mustn't rush things.