“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.
“I wouldn’t want either of us to get the wrong idea.” She said.
“Its OK” I reassured with a smile. I thought to myself maybe mom does think about me sexually, sometimes. I could see that she was getting uncomfortable trying to explain the kiss and I changed the subject of the conversion.