Incest story: A Day on the Dunes – Chap 2
“Have you ever been here at night?” He asked me.
“Well, no.” I confessed.
“Then how do you know no one ever comes up here at night?”
He had me there.
“Well…I suppose people that want a nice place to park and fool around, might figure this is a good a place as any.” I told him honestly.
I smiled a little and shrugged my shoulders.
“What? It is.”
I wasn’t sure what was getting into me.
The sun was going down fast. I figured I’d better get started or I would be doing this by flashlight…and we might not be alone while I was doing it.
I knelt back down to check his bottom for needles.
“How’s it look Mom?” He asked as he lifted his arm up and looked at me from around his ribs.
“It looks so cute Honey.” I told him smiling as I tried to make light of the whole situation.
“Mooooommmm… Jesus… …Cut it out…”
“Sorry… …I only see a few.” I told him, then asked him how the front looked.
“I’m not sure.” He said kind of troubled. “I really can’t see too good, let me feel.”
After a few seconds, he mumbled. “Shit. . .” There was a long pause.
“What?” I asked.
“I can feel some though…”
“…On my… …You know, my thing.”
I couldn’t help it. I thought he was so cute the way he couldn’t say penis or dick. He had to say “My thing” in front of his mom. I’d only seen it a thousand times.
I couldn’t resist…“What ‘thing’ might that be Hun?
“Well jeez Steven.” I mocked him. “You’re almost 16 years-old, certainly you don’t have to refer to it as ‘your thing’ to me.”
“Well OK Mom… …I think I have a few needles on my cock!” He told me, mocking me back.
“Steven!” I was a bit shocked.
I guess it made me realize that that was exactly what it was…A COCK. I can’t describe the feeling when you recognize that your son no-long has a “Pee-Pee”. Somewhere along the line it had gone from his Pee-Pee to his “Thing”, bypassed “Dick” and moved right along to “Cock”. And it Was too. From my vantage point, I could see just the very tip past his balls. That must be hanging pretty good to pass his balls, I thought. [A very un-motherly thought] I even found myself wanting him to turn around so I could see it.
At this point I wasn’t thinking sex…I was just curious…to see how much he’d… changed… over the years.
“I’m sorry mom, but you started it.”
“I know.” I admitted.
And he was right, I HAD started it. I obviously wasn’t taking this as seriously as my son.
I went back to work. I removed about ten needles from Steve’s backside. I was so close to him I could smell my son’s sweat. I didn’t find his musk unpleasant at all.
“I think I got them all Steve. Tell me if this hurts”
I took the palm of my hand and very softly and slowly slid it over his thigh. I didn’t feel anything and he didn’t scream, so I figured we were OK on the thigh..
“Feel Ok?” I asked.
“Uhh, yeah.” He told me nervously.
“If there’s any in there you should feel them stick you when my hand goes over them.” I told him. “How ‘bout this?” I asked as I let my hand softly slide to my son’s muscular butt. I felt him tense up.
I thought that I was doing that to see if we could see if there were any cactus needles in his butt, but when I let my hand glide over his ass for the second time… …I think I might have done it because I liked the way it felt. At that very moment… …something changed in me. I felt like things had become…different.
“Does that feel OK Steve?” I asked him softly. I noticed that my tone had slightly changed. As I heard myself say it… …I felt funny…Odd. I wasn’t sure what I meant when I asked or how he would take it. I felt conflicted but compelled.
“Ummm… …Yeah Mom.” He told me. “It feels good…”
As he trailed off, I thought I heard a “Tone” in his voice as well. I glanced up and saw my son looking around his body at me again. When our eyes met… …my stomach flipped again. For a second I saw the same thing in his eyes as I had heard in his voice. I think something changed for him too. I couldn’t believe it. I kept lightly moving my hand over his ass cheeks; first this way and then that way. First one cheek…and then the other.
At this point I realized my nipples were actually getting taut under the material of my bathing suit top. I immediately looked down to see if it was noticeable. It was. My tits were pretty big and they pushed hard against the material. I wondered if that was something that Steve would pick up on.
Wow, I thought to myself. Where the hell was this coming from?
I reached into the First Aid kit again and pulled out an antiseptic wipe. I opened it and began to gently rub it over my son’s thigh and ass cheeks. I spent way too much time doing that and I doubt that went unnoticed by my son.
He jerked his butt, “It’s cold…” He whispered down to me.
Then…The moment had arrived. I swallowed…
“I guess I better check the front…” I told my son from my squatting position. I tried to sound like it was no big deal, like going shopping or mentioning the errands I had to run. I hoped I was pulling it off.
I watched his eyes searching the grounds, checking for company. We were alone at the far side of the parking area and we were running out of light fast.
He lowered his head and turned around slowly, shyly. As he turned, his “Thing” came into view. I drew a quick breath, cleared my throat, and quickly shifted my eyes to the ground as if I’d dropped something, looking for nothing in particular, I searched the ground. I was shocked at my reaction.
I was kneeling in front of my naked son, his “Thing” hung soft out of a small bush of brown pubic hair only a foot and a half away from my face.
His ball sack was big and hung down between his legs like a proud bull, cradling his soft dick. It was maybe four inches long and the loose skin around it snuggled up to his cockhead like it was wearing a little turtleneck sweater. Under other circumstances it might have been cute. But considering the surprising twitch I felt between my legs…CUTE may not be the right word.
“Do you see them Mom?”
At first I thought he was talking about his balls. I almost told him “Yes, of course I see them, they’re really big.” but my son’s voice reminded me of what I was supposed to be doing.
“Ummmm, Yeah Hun. A few…”
I placed one hand on his thigh to steady myself as I squatted and began plucking out the needles that I saw on the front of his thighs. Slowly I moved higher and higher up the front of his legs to each side of his dick. I saw a few on the edge of his pubic area. I let my hand slide up my son’s thigh and used my fingers to move the hair out of the way so I could pluck the tiny spears from his skin. I felt him jerk back a little bit when my fingers moved through his pubic hair.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Then hold still.” I told him as what I hoped sounded like a concerned mother.
For some reason it seems important to me to mention…I’d never had an impure thought regarding my son. The closest I’d ever had to a “Sexual” thought was to wonder if he was into girls yet and if he masturbated. And that was some years back. I didn’t know where all this was coming from.
I looked up at him and saw that he was staring down at me pretty intensely.
“You OK?” I asked. “Should I stop?”
I thought he might be freaking out until he told me ‘no’.
“No… …I mean… …Ya gotta get’em, right?” He asked me with a look on his face that I couldn‘t figure. “I’m good…” He added after a few seconds.
Twenty-two all together…Twenty-two needles on the front of his legs and in his pubic area. With those gone, I let my hand gently rest on my son’s bare hip to keep my balance. I looked up at Steve. His eyes were glued to my face.
“I’m gunna have to check between your legs.” I told him. “…and your… …thing too.” I added.
I waited for him to stop me or say something.
“Ok…” Was all he said.
“Tell me if I hurt you.”
He just shook his head with these tiny little shakes and looked around the truck again nervously.
I held the tweezers in one hand and let my other hand slide from his hip to his thigh.
“Spread your legs a little Honey.”
I couldn’t help but smile. I felt giggly. It sounded so funny. That was surely a sentence I’d never expected to say to my son.
Steve looked down at me and complied without saying anything. I apologized for the smile.
“You think this is funny, don’t you?” He asked, not sounding very pleased.
“No Honey. Not really.”
My hand moved gently…Maybe too gently…to the inside of his thigh.
He shook his head nervously. “Um-hum”
I held his gaze for a second. It looked like he wanted to say something but nothing came out of his mouth.
“What?” I asked.
“Nothing.” He said and checked around again.
I went back to my task. I checked the inside of one thigh…Nothing.
I gently rubbed the palm of my hand over the area in question, as I’d done to each place I’d already inspected. With the confirmation of no more needles, I slowly wiped his inner thigh clean with a cool antiseptic wipe. I could feel that he was holding his breath. I glanced up expecting to find him making sure the coast was clear or staring down at me with a nervous, uncomfortable look in his eyes. But his eyes were closed and I could feel a low rumbling coming from deep in his chest, finding its way to the hand that now caressed the inside of his strong thigh.
I would like to say that I was checking, or even cleaning his inner thigh…But that’s not the way it felt to me. And it was obviously not the way it felt to Steven either.
I took a deep breath, “Now the other side.” I warned him. I did the same thing to the other side. Four or five little hair splinters and I was sliding my hand over his nice skin in search of the straggler. This search seemed to take even longer this time.
I looked up, still allowing my hand to glide in slow, small circles from just above his knee, up along his inner leg and around to the cheek of his butt.
“Feel anything?” I asked.
Of course I meant any cactus needles, but my voice had somehow become more of a soft, sultry whisper. I believe Steven noticed as well. There was a long pause while he seemingly contemplated the question.
“Yeah, no…I mean no needles.” He finally mumbled before searching the parking-lot once more.
“Still clear?” I asked knowing full well the answer. I knew that if anyone was coming up the road that Steven would have been running around in circles, waving his arms in the air looking for the fire exits.
“I’m gunna check your COCK now.” I tried to make it sound light, perhaps even a little mocking but I couldn’t seem to muster the smile that should have gone along with it, which make it sound more….naughty than humorous. He had no response for me.
I put the tweezers on the front seat and slid my hand closer to his dick. I reached out delicately and pinched the tip of his soft, thin penis with my thumb and forefinger to begin my inspection.
He jerked back a little bit, pulling his dick from my measly grasp, “Mom?”
I glanced up, “Hold still Sweetie.” I told him. “I’ll try not to hurt you.”
I’m pretty sure that’s not what he was worried about.