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 Title: Lookalike GF and Mother.  Uh oh.
Summary: I didn't even have an Oedipal Complex, at first.
Keywords: inc,fic
   I had never entertained sexual thoughts or desires for my mother.  It's
not that she was hideous or obese or foul-tempered.  Quite the opposite in
fact.  She resembled the mother on The Partridge Family -- blonde, trim and
cute but not exactly oozing sex appeal.  While I had x-rated fantasies
about a couple of aunts, I never thought of my mother, Shirley, that way.
   When you're an 18 year-old male, your mind wanders all over the sexual
terrain.  But it was as though there was a big EWWWW sign over the track in
the direction of my mother.  As for me, blond hair, 5'11'' (180 cm) slim
and about to enter my freshman year.  It had just been my mother and I for
several years after my father packed up and left.
   As the university was around 300 miles (480 km) away, I was to live in
residence.  I promised my mother I'd come home once a month and politely
listened to her departure advice.
   "Keep up your studies.
   "Socialize but don't let it interfere with your schoolwork."
   "Just because you're of drinking age (18 in our neck of the woods),
don't go overboard."
   "Try to meet a nice girl.
   Meeting Stefanie
   I ignored the first three but soon enough met a nice girl.  We had a
History class together where she asked smart questions and quietly mocked
the dumber ones.  We got chatting and soon discovered we liked the same
music (Clash, Police, Madonna, OK, everybody liked them, how about Kate
Bush and Squeeze), the same contemporary movies (Prick Up Your Ears and
Under Fire), NPR radio, Shakespeare and smoking dope.  More importantly, we
laughed at the same things.
   I could tell she liked me and I liked her too.  But there was one
problem.  She looked like an 18 year-old version of my mother, even down to
the same height, body shape, hair-style and how her nose wrinkled when she
laughed.  At least she didn't like The Partridge Family.  Her name was
Stefanie which made it weirder because my name is Stefan.
   So for the longest time I friend-zoned her.  We hung out a lot, had a
weekly study session in the library and went out on lots of group dates
where we'd spend most of the time talking to each other.  My residence pals
caught on and Dwight, my mountain bear of a roommate, questioned why I
hadn't asked her out.
   "Aww, she's nice enough but I just like her as a friend."
   "But she's pretty and likes you.  And she'd be putting out in no time."
   I suspected that.  And that was the problem.  Every time I'd imagine
something sexual with her, I'd get this vision of my mother and, ewww.
   But I really enjoyed her company and enjoyed having someone who was sort
of a girlfriend.  Still, I recoiled any time there was an opportunity to
kiss her.
   Around mid-semester I went home for the weekend.  My mother was glad to
see me and over-fussed.  After the usual school questions,
   "So Stefan, have you met any nice girls?"
   "Well, one, but we're just friends."
   "Is that friends or 'friends'?" as she air-quoted.
   "Friends, without quotes,"
   "Well she must be a bit special for you to mention her."
   "We get along really well but there's no chemistry, at least on my
part."
   "So there is on her part?"
   "I don't know that."
   "But you suspect so, or you wouldn't have mentioned 'on my part'."
   I felt stymied.  Words were failing me and I shook my head.
   "Is she nice looking?"
   Uh oh.  I could sense dangerous ground here.  I was disinclined to come
right out and say she looked just like my mom because who knew where that
would lead.  Nowhere good I reckoned.
   "Yes, she's pretty."
   "Pretty, likes you and you enjoy her company.  Stefan, give it some
thought.  Women with that combination don't come around very often.  Is
there some drawback you haven't mentioned?"
   Now was the time.  Except it absolutely wasn't.  I racked my brain for a
failing, but the only failing was my brain.
   "Well..." long pause, "her parents live on the West Coast." Even my
slow-witted self could see the No Sale sign going up on that one.
   My mother looked at me as though she hadn't heard right, shook her head,
made a "pffft" sound but then thankfully let me off the hook.
   I got back to college and there was already a message from Stefanie.  I
called her right away.
   "How was your weekend home?  Did you miss me?"
   "You know how those home weekends are.  Lots of grilling about school
and college life."
   "That answers one of my questions."
   "It was only a weekend.  Just a couple of nights.  If it had been a
couple more then I'm sure I would have missed you.  But we're talking now."
   "Hmmm, I'll accept that.  Of course I didn't miss you in the slightest."
   "Then the phone message was an accident?"
   "No, I actually wanted to know if you'd like to increase the study
evenings.  End of term is coming up and I seem to get more done when we
study together.  Would you mind Tuesdays and Thursdays?"
   We already had our History class Monday, Wednesday and Friday and
usually hung out on the weekend.  This was beginning to feel like going
steady but hell, I liked her company.
   "Sure.  If you flunked out on my account I'd really miss you."
   "Thanks.  I'd rather I didn't and rather you didn't, though I like that
you said it."
   After that Stefanie started getting more touchy-feely.  Little things
like sometimes grabbing my arm when she was talking to me or playfully
shoving me Elaine Benes style if we were arguing about something.
   A few weeks later there was a party at one of the student dorms.  I was
with my residence buddies and Stefanie turned up with some of her pals. 
She came over and hugged me and we started chatting.  She was beaming and
it felt like there was an undercurrent of something, tension?
   Just then Dwight came over.
   "Hey Stef, Marvin's breaking out the wacky tabacky.  Want some?"
   "Of course."
   Stefanie chimed in.  "I'm Stef too.  Is this Boys Only or are women
welcome too?"
   "Stef and Stef.  Sounds like...  I dunno.  But sure ma'am.  You're very
welcome."
   Dwight was a slow talking good ol' boy who enjoyed his weed and as he
described himself, "your basic C & D student".  I liked him but suspected
there'd be long spells of unemployment and underemployment in his future.
   Marvin was the main dorm connection.  A fast talker and entrepreneurial.
Everyone knew not to ask where he got it from but he always had it.  He was
likeable enough but confuted volubility with insight.  I didn't mind so
much as I usually agreed with him but he did go on with conventional
observations that he'd declaim in a tone of voice suggestive of stone
tablets.
   "You see, I don't want MY tax dollars paying for police to go after kids
who are just smoking a harmless plant."
   Well yeah.  Not that he was paying taxes, and I noted the self-interest.
I imagined his future as one of intermittent successes and jail time.  I
must have imagined that aloud as Stefanie whispered "My thoughts exactly."
   There were eight or nine of us in the room and a few bowls had been
passed around.  It was good stuff and I was getting to that stage where
whatever I said came as a surprise, especially to me.
   Stefanie was looking glassy-eyed and leaned over on me.  "This is really
hitting me Stefan, do you mind?"
   "Not at all.  Make yourself comfortable." She snuggled closer and I put
my arm around her shoulder.  The physical contact was feeling very nice. 
We kind of dozed with occasional interruptions from Marvin.
   "What people have to realize is that nukes can wipe out EVERYONE!"
   I'd done enough realizing for the night and asked Stefanie if she wanted
to leave.  She put her arm around me.  "Let's go."
   Out in the fresh air we looked around.  "Walk me home Stefan?  That
stuff was strong."
   I'd never walked her home before.  It was only a couple of blocks to her
dorm and though it sounds minor, it felt like a significant step.  If I
hadn't been so buzzed I might have had more of a clue of the steps to come.
   She fastened on to my arm and staggered once or twice.  The second time
she put her arm around my waist and I reciprocated by putting mine around
her shoulders.  We didn't talk much and I tried to steer what conversation
there was to safe topics like Dwight's and Marvin's foibles.
   At her doorstep she thanked me for getting her home and then lunged
forward and kissed me on the lips.  "Thanks again Stefan."
   I mumbled a goodnight and turned away.  Somehow I knew this moment would
come.  Now what?  I didn't want to push it forward but I didn't think I
could, well, whatever the equivalent of break-up is when you're not
actually going out with someone.  On the other hand, if she hadn't had a
roommate and had invited me upstairs, I doubt I would have had the
willpower to resist.  It ain't easy keeping the harness on 18 year-old
hormones.  I wondered how I'd feel in the morning.
   Which I never found out.  It was almost 1:00 when I awoke.  It was the
first real dope-over I'd experienced and I just wandered around, watched TV
and shot the breeze with the less studious dorm-mates.  Stefanie called in
the late afternoon.
   "Hey Stefan.  You want to get together in the library after dinner?"
   "Sure.  It's a date." Geez, what did I just say?  But I did have a term
paper due in a couple of days and had wasted most of this one.
   We met up at the library, had some brief school talk and got to work. 
Around 10 we packed it in and she asked if I wanted to go for a coffee.  I
sensed that the coffee would come with A Talk but could see no way out of
it.  And sure enough...
   "Thanks again for getting me home last night Stefan."
   "No prob.  That's what friends are for, right?"
   Small grimace from her.  "Stefan, did I kiss you goodnight?"
   I nodded.  Safer than words.
   "Oh my.  I was wondering if I'd imagined it."
   "No, it happened."
   "Did you mind?  Did you like it?"
   Two questions for the price of one.  The first looked to be the easier
reply.  "No, we were both under the influence.  No harm done." In thinking
back I remembered liking it.
   "I see you've a habit of answering only one of my questions.  And the
second?"
   I liked that Stefanie was smart.  Except for times like these.  Lyrics
from that Joni Mitchell tune came to mind.
   You don't like weak women;
   You get bored so quick,
   And you don't like strong women
   'Cause they're hip to your tricks.
   "Yes, I liked it but in my condition I couldn't remember it too well."
In that moment I thought that by using the faulty memory qualifier I might
lower the positivity, or something like that.  And that's why I waltzed
right into the set-up.
   "Well, we could try it again.  Straight."
   "Well, um.." and a few more semi-articulated sounds, "I wouldn't mind, I
mean, I'm tempted, but I like our friendship and wouldn't want to ruin it."
I'd once been on the receiving end of that line and was hoping it would
stump her as much as it had me.
   "I like our friendship too Stefan but don't you think we could enhance
it?"
   "Well, um..." it was like a favourite chess opening that I was familiar
with, not that I'm much of a chess player.  But Stefanie was in no mood to
wait for a reply that looked to be long in coming.
   "Look, I've enjoyed your company and being around you.  And we've spent
a lot of time together.  I'm attracted to you and I thought you might be
attracted to me too.  Aren't you?"
   She had such a sweet smile as she said this and I wanted to answer in
kind.  I hesitated, her smile receded and I saw my mother.
   "So I've just made a fool of myself, haven't I?"
   "No Stefanie, not at all.  It's just, I don't know.  I like you too of
course and look forward to being with you."
   She brightened a little and I couldn't resist.  "Look, I really do value
our friendship but maybe we can try for a little more.  But let's take it
slow and see how it suits us.  If we rush into things and it doesn't work
out then it would be too difficult to go back to being friends."
   She'd been leaning forward with an intense look and paused when I
finished.
   "Well OK then.  Would it be too much rushing if I kissed you now?"
   I don't have to say how I replied, do I?
   We kissed a couple of times, lots of lip but no tongue.  I walked her
home again and she was laughing and giddy.
   "You know Stefan, I think I'm really going to enjoy, check, WE'RE really
going to enjoy our...new friendship."
   As we were both Casablanca fans, I couldn't resist.
   "Stefanie, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."
   She laughed, we kissed a few more times when we got to her dorm and I
wandered home wondering where we'd go from here.
   It was only a couple of weeks till the end of term so we were both very
busy.  We still had our library nights which were now Sunday through
Thursday and we still went on group dates Saturdays and Sundays.  I always
walked her home, we kissed more and not only at her dorm entrance and
sometimes even held hands.  It occasionally felt high-schoolish to me but I
was still nervous about upping things to college level.
   I hadn't made it home in the past month with the end of term workload
and, to be honest, the pleasure of Stefanie's company so I'd been calling
my mother every week.  In the last call she asked about my Christmas plans.
   "I'll be home for a couple of weeks I guess."
   "And what about your friend?  Are you still seeing her?
   Sigh.  "Yes."
   "Would she like to visit with you?"
   "I doubt it Mom.  It's Christmas for her family too and she has to fly
to the west coast."
   "OK, but would you do me a favour?"
   "Yeess."
   "Please tell her I've invited her to visit."
   "Mom, there's no point.  She has to see her own family."
   "Just ask her though, promise?"
   "Okay.  Bye.  See you in a week or so."
   Now I hadn't told either Stefanie or my mother how much they looked
alike.  It never seemed the right time and just the thought of it put me
into that Scarlett O'Hara 'I'll-think-about-that-tomorrow' mode.  But I'd
promised and at least I was sure that she wasn't about to skip Christmas
with her family.
   Wrong-o.
   "Oh Stefan, I'd love to meet your mother.  I can't miss Christmas with
my family but I could come back before New Year's so we could have almost a
week together."
   Oh great I thought.  Now what?  "Great Stefanie.  I'll tell my mother."
   Weekend at Marvin's
   We still had a few days of classes and I had three exams plus a term
paper.  Stefanie's workload was similar.  At the end of it I'd planned to
stay a few more days for a big end of term party before going home.  That
would give me a couple of weeks to figure out how to casually mention the
lookalike matter.
   Then Dwight added a wrinkle.
   "Stef, me and Marvin are going to spend next weekend at Marvin's cabin.
You want to join us?"
   A weekend of major boozing and loads of dope didn't sound bad but I
wondered if I was going out steady enough with Stefanie to allow for it. 
Dwight solved that for me.
   "We're bringing Cathy and Karen (the latter was Marvin's girlfriend, I
presumed that Cathy was Dwight's latest).  You could bring Stef, I mean the
other Stef, aw, you know what I mean."
   "I'll let you know."
   "Gee Stefan, I thought we'd have a few days here but maybe it would be
fun?  I can't say I'm crazy about Marvin but Karen sticks to him close. 
Dwight's a teddy-bear but what's Cathy like?  And what's there to do
there?"
   "I don't know.  If it were just the guys I expect there'd be lots of
drinking and smoking."
   "And you don't think I drink and smoke?"
   "Well yeah, but not as much."
   "They'll have their girlfriends with them which I'm sure will influence
their behavior -- in a good way." And she gave a smirky smile.
   That made me wonder about sleeping arrangements but I was too shy to ask
Dwight.
   The day arrived and Marvin pulled up in some monstrous gas-guzzler.  I
wondered where he'd got it but instinctively knew it was best not to ask
Marvin where he got anything.  He told us anyway.
   "Like it?  It's a classic 78 Caddy.  It's my brother's but I'll be
getting it next year."
   We piled in.  Karen in the front with Marvin and the four of us in the
back with Cathy mostly on Dwight's lap.  At least as students we didn't
have much stuff for the trunk which left plenty of space for beer.
   The cabin was a couple of hours north and there was already snow on the
ground.  Inside was a large main room with a prominent fireplace and an
open kitchen alongside it.  It looked like Marvin's family was well off.
   The bedrooms.  There were four, though one was used for storage and
there were all manner of boxes and fishing gear in it.  That left three. 
Marvin and Karen had the master which was down one hallway with the master
bathroom.  I looked at Stefanie and whispered..
   "Hey, I can sleep on the sofa in the living room."
   "Don't be silly.  They'll make fun of you all weekend.  Besides, I won't
bite.  Unless you ask me to nicely."
   Dwight and Cathy had the bedroom at the end of the opposite hallway
where the room that Stefanie and I were to share was also, across from the
bathroom.
   Dinner the first night was just hamburgers with lots of add-ons.  Sliced
tomatoes, onions, pickles, three types of cheese, green peppers, hot
peppers, even salami and pepperoni.  We sat around the table eating and
drinking and generally having a laugh.  Marvin called for an interval, or
an appetite enhancer as he put it.  So we smoked a couple of joints before
going for seconds.  Dwight started explain how he was going to make the
ultimate burger with double everything.  Much laughing and as Dwight was
slow in both speech and movement, it took about 15 minutes before he was
prepared.  Then we all had a bigger laugh as he bit in and realized he'd
forgotten the beef patty.
   After dinner we sat around the fire, had more beers and passed around a
few more joints.  Marvin was a big Pink Floyd fan so there was a lot of
their tapes (hey, it was the pre-CD 80s).  Fortunately, both Stefanie and I
liked them when stoned.
   Eventually it was bedtime.  Stefanie and I took turns getting changed in
the bathroom.  I was in regular pyjamas and Stefanie had a mid-thigh
baby-doll buttoned up to the neck.
   We got into bed and lay there nervously, gossiping about the others.  We
were side by side with only our shoulders touching.  Soon enough we heard
some faint moans from down the hall in the direction of Dwight and Cathy's
room.
   Stefanie turned and looked at me.  "I'm done for.  Goodnight kiss?"
   We kissed.  And kissed and kissed some more.  Hands all over the back
and shoulders.  I felt her tongue along my lips and I tongued back hard. 
We were having our first French kiss and it was a dandy.  Our bodies were
still apart but we now were caressing hips as well.  I had a full-fledged
erection that part of me (you know which one) wanted her to touch.  She was
clutching the back of my head and pressed her mouth more firmly against
mine.
   I was caressing her lower back with my right hand and had my left
underneath holding her shoulders.  She kept her right hand against my cheek
and moved her left around my chest, moving her hand between the buttons for
the skin contact.
   I couldn't figure out how to do the same as her buttons went down only
to her breastbone.  So I tried a quick caress of her breasts on the
outside.
   "Oh yes."
   I kept it up.  Her nipples were really hard, almost as hard as my cock.
By now she had my pyjama top unbuttoned and was moving her hand all over my
chest, a bit lower with each turn.  I gave her nipples light pinches and
she now ran her fingers just under my waistband.  I moved from her breasts
to her bum with soft caresses.  She took her hand away and I thought I'd
gone too far.  But no.  She unbuttoned her baby-doll and pulled it around
and whispered "Suck me."
   I had to yank it a bit but soon enough a luscious, beautiful breast
popped out.  The lights were off so I couldn't see much but I started
licking, then sucking, her nipple.  Around and around with my tongue and
then sucking the whole tip into my mouth.  This went on for a while until
she pushed my head away.  I thought that maybe that was it for the night
but she rearranged her top so the right breast was now out.  "Oh please
Stefan.  It's envious."
   I went to work on the other breast and noticed she was panting deeply.
After a while she pulled back and rolled part way on me.  We resumed some
heavy French kissing and I felt her hand on my lower stomach again.  Around
the waist band again only this time it went lower.  Now she was touching my
cock and it felt wonderful.
   I moved my hand from her ass and gave some perfunctory caresses to her
inner thighs before moving on to the main prize.  She was now gripping my
cock and pumping up and down, a bit awkwardly.  Not that I was about to
dock her style points at that moment.  I rubbed her pussy through her
panties and clumsily tried to get my hand under them.
   "Wait."
   She stopped, slid off her panties and rolled down my pyjama bottoms. 
"Isn't that better?"
   I kissed her in reply and started playing with her pussy.  She now had a
firm grip on my cock and we kissed and caressed.  Her pussy was really wet
and I could feel her pointy clit.  I slipped a finger inside and she
started bucking.  I could feel myself getting closer and quite quickly she
came out with "Oh, Oh, Stefan, Ohhhhh!"
   That did it for me and I had a massive orgasm in her hand.  I must have
spurted half a dozen times and she kept thrusting as my finger was still
inside her pussy.
   Finally we collapsed.  We lay there and I could feel myself drifting
off.
   Stefanie gave me a quick kiss.  "That was wonderful, but we need to
clean you up."
   She got up and soon came back with a large wad of paper towels.  She
cleaned off my stomach, her arm and part of the sheet.  We didn't say
anything.  She got back into bed and we conked out.  At least I did.
   I was awoken by the smells of bacon and eggs.  A quick shower and I was
ready to join them.  Stefanie gave me a kiss and Marvin gave me a wink.
   It was early afternoon by the time we finished.  We went hiking for an
hour and once we returned it was the first of a long series of happy hours.
The drinking and doping started early and never really stopped.  Cathy and
Karen did most of the work on the chili with Marvin occasionally popping in
with unneeded instructions.
   Dwight, Stefanie and I tried to find some alternative to Pink Floyd but
the other choices were Yes, Genesis, and the rest of the prog rock crowd.
Not quite rustic enough for the setting.  His brother's Elvis collection
wasn't to our tastes either.
   Marvin went out to put the finishing touches on the chili.  Being the
last one to fiddle with it allowed him to take credit.  It was very
chili-esque with plenty of cayenne and hot peppers and something else too.
   "Geez Marvin, that was delicious but I think the afternoon's intake is
catching up.  I feel totally wiped."
   Big laugh from Marvin.  "Nah, it's the chili.  There's an ounce of weed
in it.  My secret ingredient."
   Cathy and Karen hadn't eaten as much and were giggling.  Marvin was just
as loud and with Dwight it was hard to tell.  He was always so mellow that
straight or stoned, it was pretty much the same.  Still, his silly grin
looked unusually silly tonight.  Only Stefanie seemed to be handling it
well.
   After dinner it was Pink Floyd time.  I was done with the dope for one
night but a couple of beers went down nicely.  Around midnight Stefanie
whispered "I'm off to bed now.  You coming?"
   This was a good opportunity to say no but I was beat and Marvin's
yakking was getting on my nerves.
   "The company's been great ladies and gents but we're calling it a night.
I'll try not to be the last one up tomorrow.
   We got to the bedroom; I grabbed my pyjamas and went to the bathroom to
brush my teeth and change.  It briefly occurred to me that under the
circumstances, we could change in front of each other.  But I wasn't ready
for that.
   I got into bed while Stefanie went to the bathroom.  I was almost passed
out when she returned in a longer robe.  She opened it and was naked.
   "Ta-da!  Surprise!"
   Surprise, right.  The lights were on and I saw my mother.  Little Stef
recoiled.
   Bigger Stefanie paused, waiting for a presumably appreciative reaction.
   "You're beautiful Stefanie.  Come here."
   She slipped out of her robe, turned off the light, got into the bed and
embraced me, fully naked.  We kissed.
   "Stefanie, I don't think I'm up for much tonight.  Too much carousing
and that chili knocked me cold."
   I couldn't make out her expression in the dark but felt she was
disappointed.
   "I guess you're right Stefan.  Our first time should be something better
-- intoxicating rather than intoxicated.  But can you at least get out of
those pyjamas so we can sleep skin-to-skin?"
   That seemed like a fair compromise and Little Stef was sending me
signals that I needn't worry about him.
   We returned to the university around midday.  We didn't talk much in the
car.  Stefanie had a plane to catch and I accompanied her to the airport.
   "Overall the weekend was fun and I'm glad I spent it with you Stefan.  I
hate to leave you now but we'll be seeing one another in nine days.  By the
way, what's your mother like?  I never asked you about her."
   Hell of a time for that question.  "Oh, she's nice enough.  I think
you'll like her." As I kicked the issue nine days down the road.
   Stefanie Comes to Visit
   Back home the Christmas break was the usual whirl of activities. 
Catching up with high school friends, shopping, visits from relatives etc.
It was over in a flash and then Stefanie was to arrive the next day.
   "So tell me more about her Stefan.  By the way, do you call each other
'Stef" or use you full names?"
   "Full names." At least that question was easy.  But I sensed more
challenging ones were on their way.
   "Now, what does Stefanie like, is she majoring in anything yet, how did
you meet, is it serious, what does she want to do here?" There were more
but that's the gist.  Surprisingly there were none that required me to
describe her looks.  That would have been the first thing a guy would ask.
It dawned on me that guys weren't the same as my mother.
   I got through the interrogation well enough but felt I should give her a
slight heads-up about the resemblance.
   "Oh, and sometimes she reminds me of you?"
   "Oh, in what way?"
   "Just kind of how she looks.  I mean, depending on how she's wearing her
hair." Now, Stefanie had only 'worn her hair' one way, the same way, all
term.  It was that bob-and-weave style or whatever you call it that the
Partridge Family mother wore.  Just like my own mother.
   "Well, I guess I'm curious about how she'll be wearing her hair."
Yoicks.
   The day came.  Stefanie was flying into our college city and then taking
a train to my town.  I would meet her at the station.
   This was a pre-Internet time so I had no idea her flight would be a
couple of hours late.  That gave me plenty of time to work out what I was
going to say.  And plenty of time to think.  Too much time.  I knew I
couldn't let her walk in only to be shocked by the resemblance.  But I
couldn't just now blurt out something like "Hey Stefanie, did I mention
that you're the spitting image of my mother?"
   I needed a Plan B.  No, first I needed a Plan A before I could get to B.
Mention it in a playing dumb sort of way.  As though I only just realized
it when I got back home for Christmas.  It would make me look stupid and
wasn't wholly credible but it seemed better than the blurt or stonewall
options.
   Finally her train pulled in.  We embraced and I was perked up by how
happy she was to see me.
   "I'm so looking forward to this Stefan.  Since September I don't think
we've even gone two days without seeing one another so nine days, ugh!" And
she kissed me.
   It was only a ten minute drive home so I had to talk soon.
   "You know Stefanie, when I got home it dawned on me how you sort of
resemble my mother."
   From the corner of my eye I noted a quizzical look.  I meant to say more
but couldn't fathom what.
   "Uh, OK.  Why didn't you mention it before?"
   "It wasn't really forefront in my mind.  Just kind of struck me when I
got home.  Not that I mean you look like a 40 year-old woman."
   She laughed but it sounded of the polite variety.
   "Now you've gotten me really curious to see her." Great.
   We pulled up the driveway; I unloaded her bags and we went inside.
   "Hi Mom.  This is Stefanie.  Stefanie, my mother."
   They started with a smile and then froze, staring, more like gaping
actually.  My mother shot a quick glance my way.  Hard to read but
assuredly on the wrong side of the ledger.
   Intervention was called for.  "Let's get you unpacked Stefanie." That
broke the spell.
   "Oh, forgive me Mrs..."
   "Call me Shirley." and we laughed, nervously, at the Airplane reference.
   "Shirley, so nice to meet you and thank you for welcoming me into your
home."
   "I've been looking forward to meeting you Stefanie.  My Stefan gets so
tongue-tied when I ask about you."
   I took her bags upstairs and she followed to her room.
   "Sort of resemble?  Ye gods, I could be her daughter!"
   "Well I'm glad you're not."
   "Seriously Stefan, how could you not mention this before?  I was gaping
like I'd just seen a ghost."
   "Well, it seemed like a weird thing to say."
   "It's a weird thing to be."
   "Fair enough, but there never seemed to be the right time and..." I
caught her look of disbelief.  "You're right.  I should have mentioned it
before."
   She shook her head and a small frown crossed her face.  It occurred to
me later that that was the instant when that sense of unquestioning trust
had been dashed.
   Dinner was alright.  Not just the food which was great, but the
ambiance. No tensions and just enough laughter.  I caught Stefanie and my
mother looking at one another a lot and even though Stefanie was chatty and
friendly with me, it now felt slightly put on.
   As we dug into dessert, my mother asked how we planned to spend the five
days we had here.
   "I don't know yet.  I was more interested in meeting you and seeing
Stefan so whatever he had planned would be fine."
   "Well, there's not a whole lot to do in this town.  See some friends,
catch a movie, someone I know is having a New Year's party, just kind of
hang out."
   My mother spoke up.  "I should mention that your Uncle Rasmus says we
can use his cottage over New Year's.  His gout is acting up so they won't
be going this year.  I know that spending a few days with you mother maybe
isn't what you had in mind but I told Rasmus I'd let you know."
   "I'd love to." That was Stefanie, which left me little option but to
agree.
   The plan was to up on the 30th and return on January 2.  We had to be
back at the university by January 4.
   I could sense nothing but trouble being in close quarters with these
two, and with little opportunity for escape.  I wondered if this was some
kind of payback from Stefanie.  Again, that loss of trust.
   Uncle Rasmus's Cottage
   My mother drove with Stefanie in the passenger seat and me in the back.
They talked easily and while I jumped in at times, it was mainly them.  We
arrived in late afternoon and my mother issued the bedroom directions.  No
sharing here.
   I was able to get a quick word in with Stefanie along and apologized for
my mother's Puritanical edict.
   "No sweat Stefan.  My folks would have done the same."
   Dinner was fine, so was after dinner relaxing and we called it a night.
Stefanie snuck into my room, waking me up around 2:00.
   "Shhh." she whispered unnecessarily.
   "Stefanie, glad to see you and all but I don't think..."
   "Hush.  I just want to cuddle.  You didn't think I was here to have my
way with now, did you?"
   I was able to truthfully reply "I really didn't know what to think."
   "No, our first time mustn't be rushed, smashed or furtive.  Now give me
a hug."
   That was easy.  Welcome too.  We kissed and played a while and then she
got up.  "Better scoot.  I don't want you mother to think I'm wanton, or
disobedient.  See you in the morning."
   The next day was pleasant but uneventful.  We went for some walks, read
and played Scrabble.  It was relaxing and I was enjoying the conversations
with Stefanie.  In the afternoon my mother announced that she'd like to
take a sauna.  Our family is Swedish and Uncle Rasmus had a small one.
   "Have you ever had one Stefanie?"
   "I've heard about them Shirley but no, have never been in one.  Hot tubs
are more our style.  I gather you just sit in them and sweat?"
   "That's about it.  The sweat opens the pores and the sweat works like a
shower in washing your body.  And there's a hot water shower there as well
so after you've soaped yourself, you can rinse.  It's very refreshing. 
I'll show you how it's done."
   "Sounds great."
   "Stefan, Stefanie and I will take ours first.  Can you get it going?"
   Uncle Rasmus had left piles of wood so I didn't have to chop any.  He'd
also installed a hot tub last summer but it was covered over during the
winter.  They had their sauna and then I had mine.  Nothing much else of
interest till Stefanie paid another late night visit.  This time I was
better prepared.
   "Ah, what kept you?"
   "Shhh.  I'm happy you're happy to see me."
   We snuggled and kissed a bit.
   "So I take it you liked the sauna?"
   "The sauna, yes.  But it was weird being in there undressed with your
mother."
   I didn't think I wanted to hear anymore but my demurral was slow on the
draw.  Instead I looked puzzled.
   "We're not just lookalikes in our faces.  Our bodies are practically the
same too.  Though her behind has spread a little and she has a slight sag
to her breasts."
   "Enough Stefanie.  Geez, have you even known any guy who wants to know
what his mother looks like naked?"
   "I admit the subject doesn't come up much."
   "Well let's change it here."
   An uncomfortable silence ensued.  When I hear what came next, I wished
it had lasted.
   "Stefan, does it bother you that I look so much like your mother?"
   Little Stef had now gone full turtle and the rest of me badly wanted to
follow.  "I wouldn't say bothered, more like...disconcerted." And I hoped
there was a real distinction.
   "Hmm, I'm not sure that that's much better.  But you know, I can't help
the way I look."
   "You look fine Stefanie.  I like your looks." It was meant to be
positive and reassuring but left me open for a devastating follow-up.
   "I'm sorry if this is awkward but did you get attracted to me BECAUSE I
look like your mother?"
   "Oh god no.  Not at all.  I mean, I like your looks independently of my
mother but it was your personality that first caught my attention."
   "Well I'm getting sleepy.  We needn't continue for now.  "
   The next day was the 31st so we made a fancy dinner and at midnight had
champagne by the fireplace.  At midnight we wished one another a Happy New
Year's and Stefanie gave me a big kiss.  Then she gave my mother one that
wasn't fully on the cheek.  My mother looked at me and we kissed too.  On
the lips.  It wasn't long, hard or moist but it wasn't just a peck either.
   No visit from Stefanie that night.  Odd, it being the first day of the
new year.  But she was chipper in the morning and explained that the
champagne must have gone to her head.
   We packed up, I took the back and listened to Stefanie and my mother
happily chattering all the way home.
   The next day my mother drove us to the university, dropping Stefanie off
first.  It was only a few minutes to my dorm but my mother immediately
declared how much she liked Stefanie.
   "You really should have warned me how much we look alike but no matter
now.  She's a keeper.  I'm so happy you found someone like her." And it
went on.  I was impressed by how many sentences she could utter in just a
few blocks.  And I replied just as any 18 year-old would.
   "Aw, thanks Mom.  Talk to you soon."
   Back at School
   I'd only just unpacked when I got a call from Stefanie."
   "Wonderful visit Stefan but there's something even more wonderful."
   "What?"
   There's a message here that my roommate is taking another week.  So I
have this place to myself.  How about a visit?"
   I knew what this meant.  Now any normal freshman would jump at the
chance.  Any normal one whose girlfriend didn't look just like his mother,
especially naked.  But there was no escaping it.  No loopholes.  No exit
strategy.  No backdoor.  No force majeure.  The time had come and I had to
face it.  And who could say, maybe Little Stef would rise to the occasion?
Hard to tell as he wasn't letting on.
   "Great.  Best Christmas gift ever.  I'll be there in half an hour."
   Now Stefanie's dorm officially had a No Male Visitors rule but these
days it was loosely enforced.  They didn't do bed checks so it really meant
don't get caught.  Classes hadn't started yet and no one was on the watch
so I slipped in easily enough.
   Stefanie greeted me with an enthusiastic hug and a big kiss.  "Well here
we are."
   I knew what about to come, no irony intended.  While I was very fond of
Stefanie, it was jarring to picture my mother every time I looked at her
romantically.  Maybe, just maybe, enough physical action and foreplay would
do the trick.
   "Oh Stefanie." I kissed her back hard and we necked vigorously.  Slowly
but surely the clothes came off until we were in our underwear.  I was only
semi-hard, well, a bit less than semi, and fretted about a disgraceful
non-performance.  Then, brainwave!
   "Stefanie, if we're going to have our first time, I just realized I
don't have a condom."
   "Don't worry sweetie.  I do.  Bought them before the weekend with
Marvin." Great.  Typical brainwave.  If all my organs functioned like the
grey one and the turtling one, I'd be dead.
   Stefanie removed her bra and.  still standing, we continued to kiss. 
The hands were now moving and I was stroking her ass.  She was doing the
same and nudged my head down to kiss her breasts.  I was happy to do so and
still held out hope that Little Stef would make a surprise appearance. 
Big, real Stefanie was purring.  "Let's go to bed."
   She hadn't turned the lights off so I was getting a good look at her
semi-naked.  And not just her.  In my imagination there was another woman
with us.  A boner-destroyer that unfortunately looked just like my
Stefanie. The flesh and blood woman snaked her hand into my underwear and
encountered a dormant worm.  This had to stop.
   "Stefanie, I'm sorry but I don't think I'm going to be able to do
anything."
   "That's OK Stefan.  Lots of guys get nervous.  We can do something else
and besides, we have the whole week."
   I couldn't let this go on.  One night of embarrassment was one more than
I ever wanted.  Somehow I mustered the courage to actually confront the
issue.
   "It's no good Stefanie.  I'm sorry but I just can't get over how much
you look like my mother.  I know the problem is with me and not with you
but I just can't help it."
   Stefanie looked startled by my uncharacteristic candour and then began
to softly cry.  Is there anything that can make a guy feel worse? 
Especially at that age?
   "Look, I said I was sorry.  I am."
   Between sobs, "Why didn't you tell me this at the beginning?  We could
have worked through it?"
   Questions that no guy ever wants to hear, much less answer.  An honest
reply might be:
   "Because I don't like uncomfortable conversations.  Because I enjoyed
your company and was flattered by your attention.  Because I didn't want to
think ahead.  Although I never thought it through, I must have sported a
vague hope that by some ill-defined, unarticulated, barely-conceived
miracle, there wouldn't be a problem.  In short, I'm 18 and I'm an immature
jerk, if you'll pardon the redundancy."
   What I came out with:
   "I guess I should have.  But it was kind of embarrassing.  And I didn't
think it would come to this."
   "Well what did you think it would come to?" More sobs.
   I just shook my head and repeated that I was sorry.
   "You'd better leave."
   We didn't speak for a few days.  I felt worse knowing that she had her
room to herself.  At some point I would have called but near the end of the
week she beat me to it.
   "Stefan, can you come over for a coffee?"
   I knew that coffee meant talk.  But it had to be.
   She started.  "Stefan, don't you think we can work this out?"
   I'd wondered that myself.  But I was unwilling to risk more nights of
humiliation to find out.  "I don't think so Stefanie.  I think we're better
off as friends."
   "That's not going to be possible."
   "Huh?"
   "I've fallen for you.  There's no going back."
   "That's why I didn't want to get involved in the first place."
   "But you should have told me why not.  The real reason why not.  As it
is, we can't simply revert to 'just friends'.  I know I can't."
   "Well then...?'
   "We have to stop seeing each other.  That's the only way I'll be able to
get over you."
   I felt a chill but knew she was making sense.  Still, being broken up
with is no fun, even if you want it.
   'I'm sorry to hear that Stefanie, very sorry, but I understand." She
started crying again and I beat a retreat.
   The Rest of the Semester
   Stefanie switched out of the second part of the History course so we no
longer had classes together.  Library nights were never resumed.  I'd see
her occasionally around campus but we never spoke.  So far as I could tell,
she hadn't started dating anyone else, nor had I.  Though I did have one
drunken hook-up during a debauched mid-term week at Marvin's cabin.
   It had now been four months since we last spoke and it was exam time. 
So I was surprised to get her call.
   "Hi Stefan." There were a few strained pleasantries until she got to the
point.
   "Are you seeing anyone?"
   "No.  Are you?"
   "No.  We'll soon be going home for the summer but can we talk one more
time?  I promise I won't lay any heavy drama on you."
   "We're talking now."
   "No, this has to be in person."
   "An in-person drama-free talk?  I admit I'm curious."
   "OK, tomorrow afternoon at the coffee shop?"
   "See you there."
   A big, crowded, noisy public place seemed safe enough for A Talk.  And
its noisiness meant no one else could hear what you were saying.  Sounded
ideal just in case drama made a guest appearance.
   I got there first and was pleasantly surprised to see her.  She was
looking good and I didn't even think of my mother.  At least not at first.
We exchanged greetings and griped about our exams until she came to the
allegedly non-dramatic point.
   "Stefan, this is hard for me to say." And damned harder to hear I
thought.
   "I haven't really gotten over you.  What we had, or were likely to have
had, seemed so promising.  If you have any feelings for me, however
compromised because of, well, you know, could you promise me one thing?"
   Is there anyone who relishes signing up to a blind promise?  I don't
even like the fully transparent, unadorned variety.
   "Well what is it?"
   "This will only make sense if you think there's any chance for us."
   If this was her version of no drama, I could imagine Who's Afraid of
Virginia Wolf scenes in fraughter times.  But I remembered the stir when I
saw her so played along to see where it led.
   "Maybe it's worth a try.  What do you have in mind?"
   "Can you promise me that over the summer you'll see a counsellor or
professional to see if you can work through this...thing.?"
   "A shrink?"
   "It needn't be a psychiatrist.  There are different types and it might
be easier speaking to someone like that instead of me.  I guess I'm hoping
you think I'm worth it."
   "Geez Stefanie, I've never done anything like that."
   "Well if you can't promise you'll do it, can you promise to consider
it?"
   "That I can do."
   "Thanks so much Stefan." It was hard to tell if she was verging on
laughing or crying; maybe a bit of both.
   We chatted a while longer and she got up to go first.  "One more exam
tomorrow then I'm off the day after back home.  Thanks so much for this."
She kissed me on the cheek.  "Write me."
   I was reeling.  Maybe things could be back on with Stefanie.  But a
shrink?  Just the thought made me feel like Indiana Jones confronted with
snakes.  I'd think about that tomorrow.
   Summer With Mother
   Mom knew that Stefanie and I had broken up.  She pried that out of me
shortly after it happened.  To my surprise she seldom brought it up, though
when she first got me to reveal it, she said how disappointed she was.
   She had offered to pick me up at school but I preferred the train. 
Something about seeming juvenile that my mother would pick me up and
possibly the several hour car ride with her.
   She was very happy to see me when I knocked on the door.  She even gave
me a full-on kiss on the lips.  Now, some aunts, uncles and cousins on her
side of the family customarily greeted family, including us, like this. 
But we'd never adopted the habit until, apparently, now.  And the kiss was
slightly more vigorous than the aunt and cousin variety.
   "Glad to see you too Mom.  What's with the kiss?"
   "Oh, I'd been to see your Aunt Rose and I must still be under her
influence.  Besides, I'm so happy you're home." And she gave me another
kiss, lighter and briefer this time.
   I had a summer job in an insurance office; the same job I'd had the
previous summer.  It would start in a week so I helped out with some chores
and slept in every day.  Nothing much had changed except my mother was more
touchy-feely.  Like in the first week I was peeling potatoes at the sink
and she walked by and slapped my ass.
   "Hey!" She said nothing but just smiled.  When we watched TV at night
she'd always sit right beside me even though there was plenty of space.  I
put it down to her having missed me.
   I wondered about her clothing too.  She'd always been casual around the
house and maybe I hadn't paid much attention before.  But I noticed she
seldom wore a bra, her shorts looked shorter and her blouses often seemed
to have a button or two undone.  As I said, it might have been nothing and
after Stefanie I was just paying more attention.
   Speaking of Stefanie, I knew the topic would come up at some point.  It
did, in the first Saturday I was back.  We'd been watching a movie and
drinking beer (me) and wine.
   "Has Stefanie gone home for the summer?"
   "Yes."
   "Stefan, I promise I won't go one about her but I was disappointed that
you two broke up.  And so soon after you were getting on so well when she
visited."
   "Well that's the way it is."
   "Is there any chance of a reconciliation?"
   "I doubt it."
   "Have you talked to her since the break-up?"
   "We had coffee just before she left."
   "Is she over you?"
   "No."
   "Are you over her?"
   That was a tough one.  I wasn't sure myself.  Probably not, though I
couldn't imagine resuming.  "I'm not sure.  Probably.  Maybe."
   "How did you leave it?"
   "Leave it?"
   "I mean will you stay in touch?  See what unfolds?  See one another in
September?"
   I was just replying on auto-pilot when a major blurt erupted.
   "She asked me to see a shrink."
   "A psychiatrist?  Whatever for?"
   Now I'd done it.  How could I have said that?  It was only a couple of
beers so drunkenness couldn't be the answer.  My tawdry shame was about to
come out.
   "Well, I couldn't get attracted to her in the way she wanted because she
looks so much like you.  So she asked me to see a shrink about it."
   "Good heavens!  I wondered about that too.  But who could you see? 
There's only Dr.  Ruby in this town."
   "Yeah, I know." Dr.  Ruby was ancient, around 60, and I suspected he'd
gotten his degree in pre-Freudian times.  Besides, he was the father of a
schoolmate of mine and he always seemed doddering when I was at his house.
   "I can see your reluctance.  I can't imagine you opening up to him."
   I sighed.  "I just said I'd consider it, not that I'd do it.  And I've
considered it."
   "Well let's think on it some more.  I admit I wondered if that might be
a problem."
   "What?"
   "In the sauna when I saw Stefanie, I realized that now you'd know what
your old mother looked like naked."
   "Aw Mom, you're not that old.  But geez."
   "Oh don't be so prudish.  You used to take a sauna with your father and
me."
   "Yeah, but I was a kid then.  I barely remember it."
   "Look Mister.  Nudity isn't that big of a deal.  If we were back in
Sweden we'd have probably gone to nude beaches."
   "Mo-om."
   "OK, I won't dwell on it.  But I know you won't see Dr.  Ruby so if you
ever want to talk about it, think of me.  I love you and want what's best
for you and I think you'd be happy with Stefanie.  Now let's call it a
night."
   With that she got up, tousled my hair, and bent over to give me a kiss
on the lips.  I stayed up for a while, had another beer, and tried to
figure out what was going on.
   Monday I started work and when I came home, my mother gave me a kiss.
   "So what's with the kisses?"
   "I think I like Auntie Rose's way of greeting.  Do you mind?"
   "Not really I guess.  I just wasn't expecting it."
   "Then you'll be in better form tomorrow when I kiss you again."
   That was true to a point.  She did kiss me only this time it was when I
was leaving for work.  A year ago it might have grossed me out but now, I
was kind of enjoying it though it took me a long time to admit this to
myself.
   The summer went on the kisses kept coming though they never escalated to
tongues or anything.  But the touching increased.  Pretty much always if I
were doing something in the kitchen, she'd slap my ass or increasingly,
squeeze it.  It was done playfully but it sure hadn't happened before I
went to college.
   One day I decided to retaliate.  My mother was washing dishes and as I
walked by, I gave her butt a squeeze.
   "Oooh!  I'll give you thirty minutes to stop that."
   I pulled my hand back as though it had touched a hot burner.  "Sorry
Stef, I didn't mean to scare you.  It's just that I'm sensitive back there"
as she glanced over her shoulder to her behind "and it's been so long since
I've been touched there."
   "Aw Mom."
   "Well that's what you get for fondling your mother."
   "It wasn't a fondle.  And you do the same to me."
   "It was a fondle and I don't mind at all."
   This was getting too much for me.  I blushed and left the room.
   A few weeks into summer I was again watching TV with my mother on a
Saturday night.  My high school friends who'd stayed in town mostly had
girlfriends so the social life was fairly poor on weekends.  This Saturday
we'd been watching a movie and I'd stretched my arm out along the top of
the sofa.  My mother took this as a sign to move in closer for a cuddle.  I
tried to leave it up there but after several minutes it was getting painful
so I lowered it to around her shoulders.
   "That feels nice.  So cozy."
   We kept watching the movie but after a while her breathing got steadier
and I realized she'd fallen asleep.  We had an older model TV with no
remote and I didn't want to wake her up just yet.  So I lay back a little
and soon fell asleep myself.  A couple of hours later I awoke with the TV
still on.  My mother was lying on top of me and caressing my cheek.
   "Hi Stef.  I guess that movie wasn't exciting enough.  But I liked
waking up with you.  Would you mind sleeping with me for the rest of the
night?"
   Still groggy from waking up, I must have looked shocked.
   "Just sleep silly.  I was so comfortable beside you.  Please?"
   I could hardly say no and I didn't.  Normally in the summer I slept in
my boxers or nothing at all.  But under the circumstances I put on a long
set of pyjamas, brushed my teeth and entered my mother's bedroom.  She also
had a long pair of pyjamas that looked unseasonable for a warm night.  We
got into bed, she kissed me and turned out the light.
   There was a lot of tossing and turning before I fell asleep.  Mainly it
was those damned pyjamas which were way too hot.  In the middle of the
night my mother just tossed the blanket aside.  I woke up on my side with
her arm around my waist.  We were both sweating.
   "Remind me that the next time I invite you into my bed it better be
winter.  In summer I just sleep in my panties or nothing at all, but I
didn't want to give you a complex."
   "Same here.  Boxers or nothing.  But I didn't want to freak you out."
   "It wouldn't be very appropriate for a naked mother to share a bed with
a naked son, now would it?"
   "I guess not."
   "Well then, I'm stripping down so I can get some sleep.  You should do
the same, but back in your own room."
   I got up to leave when she called out.
   "Goodnight kiss." We kissed and this time she lingered a couple of
seconds longer.  "Now get out quick or I'm really going to give you a
complex."
   No new developments for the next couple of weeks until one day my mother
announced that Uncle Rasmus had told her the cottage was available for five
days in early August if we wanted to use it.  It would be no big deal
getting the time off from work but the thought of five days with my mother
gave me pause.  We'd been getting along fine but unlike those Literoticians
with Oedipal Complexes, it wasn't my idea of a dream vacation.  Still, it
beat five days from the office routine.
   "Sounds good."
   Uncle Rasmus's Cottage Again
   Not much on the first day.  We got up there, unpacked, cooked hot dogs
and vegged out.  There was a sunroom with large windows overlooking the
lake and we just sat up drinking and looking out till midnight.  When she
got up for bed she gave me a kiss and it lingered.  I even moved my lips a
little and so did she.  "Goodnight love."
   Whew.  What just happened?  It felt nice but when I thought of it,
kissing your own mother?  Yuk.  It's my mother.  But I kind of knew I liked
it and wanted to do it again.
   The next morning we had a late brunch, went for a walk and swam.  My
mother had a modest two-piece suit and I had a boxer-style swimsuit.  There
were some young couples, mid-20s, as our neighbours and the women had
killer tiny bikinis while the men had those slick ones that looked like
glam codpieces.  The properties were large so they were about a hundred
yards away but it was obvious they were showing plenty of skin.
   "Well aren't we the fuddie-duddies." my mother remarked.
   "I've always been comfortable in this one Mom but don't let me stop you
from something more daring."
   "Thanks, but this is the only one I brought and I'm not going to give
you a complex by going topless."
   "Now who's the one being prudish about nudity?"
   She laughed and poked me in the chest.  "Well we'll just see about
that."
   We had a light lunch and afterwards my mother remarked that she'd like
to try out the hot tub.
   "You get it ready and I'll join you."
   There wasn't much to getting it ready.  It had some jets that were easy
to turn on.  I contemplated going naked but with my mom?  Nah.
   I was sitting and relaxing when she came out with a towel wrapped around
her.  I wondered if she were naked underneath and noted a twinge of
disappointment when she dropped it and was still in her two-piece.
   We sat there and chatted aimlessly when she startled me by asking "Stef,
would you mind if I took off my top?"
   I was tongue-tied but managed to get out something that sounded like a
no.  And without fanfare, she undid her clasp and shrugged off her top. 
Her breasts weren't large but they were nicely shaped and her nipples, just
like Stefanie's, were pink with an upward curve.
   "It's OK to look" she laughed.  I blushed.  "So were both topless.  No
big deal."
   "Well, it is a little different."
   "Oh?  How so?"
   I couldn't believe we were having this conversation but, kind of
thrilled to be seeing my mother's breasts, I continued.
   "Well, women's breasts are also, um, sexual organs."
   "They are NOT sexual organs.  Though you guys treat them as though they
were."
   "But don't they get sensitive during, um, ah, sex?"
   "That doesn't make them sexual organs.  Some women are completely
insensitive there and some men are get really turned on when theirs are
stimulated."
   While I was trying to think of a comeback, my mother leaned over and ran
her tongue across my right nipple.
   "Any reaction?
   Aside from being shocked, no sensual one.  "It felt OK but nothing in
the way of, you know, sexual."
   "You see, they're not sexual organs."
   "But if someone did that to you, wouldn't it be sexual?"
   "I suppose so but the difference is that mine are very sensitive."
   "You mean just like your bum?"
   She laughed again.  "Yup.  I have a lot of sensitive places.  Don't
you?"
   I was blushing again.  Half squeamish and half excited about the
conversation.  It occurred to me that my mother was flirting.
   "Just the usual I guess."
   "When you get more experience you'll probably find a few you never would
have imagined.  I know I did."
   "Are you going to tell me?"
   She was smiling but leaned her head on a slant and looked quizzical. 
For some reason I thought of Stefanie.
   "That would be a lot to tell.  And if I told you then you'd have to tell
me and then where'd we be?"
   There was a good answer to this but damned if I could come up with it. I
was blushing even more.
   "Look, you already know more than you should.  I've told you my tits
(yikes, she said 'tits') and my butt are sensitive and I'm sure you can
think of at least one more place."
   Bowled over.  And now as I noticed, hard.  And ready to blurt.
   "I guess I should start thinking."
   She laughed again and fake-slapped my face.
   "That's highly inappropriate young man.  You don't catch me talking
about imagining your most sensitive places."
   "Do you?"
   "Keep that up and I just might.  I think we've had enough of the hot
tub. Let's have a drink and work on dinner."
   Dinner was a tad awkward, as though the flirting had gone beyond agreed
upon limits.  The mood wasn't horrible or anything but it felt like much
was unsaid.
   After dinner we settled in with drinks in the sunroom and watched the
lake.  My mother snuggled in beside me and rubbed my mildly ticklish ribs.
I grabbed her hand.
   "Hey, stop that."
   "So no rib sensitivity."
   "Mom, don't start."
   She looked up, serious.  "Stef, I'm sorry if I've gone too far.  It's
just that I've enjoyed being around you and, well, sometimes I get a little
playful.  I can rein that in if you're uncomfortable."
   Right then I decided I liked the playful side.  "It's OK Mom.  I really
like your playful side.  I just over-reacted to the tickling.  Be as
playful as you like."
   "Are you sure?" I smiled and nodded.  "Well, that opens up
possibilities."
   "Such as...?"
   "Such as...midnight skinny dip.  Have you ever done that?"
   "No.  Not at midnight or any other time."
   "Well there's a first time for everything.  Are you game?"
   I'd gotten on the roller-coaster and was along for the ride.  After the
conversation I couldn't back down.  "Sure.  What do we do?  Just walk down
there..naked?"
   "No.  Put on your bathing suit and get a towel.  Just in case someone's
around.  We strip off there."
   A few minutes later were at the front door.  We walked hand-in-hand down
to the shore.  "You still game?"
   "Sure." And I pulled own my trunks.
   "Me too." And she slipped out of her top and pulled down her bottoms. 
Little Stef woke up and tried to get a look.
   We went hand-in-hand again into the shallow water and waded out to waist
depth.  She turned and looked at me.  "Thanks very much for this Stef.  She
was looking up at me and with her naked breasts I felt like kissing her. 
But she dove under the water and I followed.  We splashed around and she
laughed loudly.  In the still of the night it sounded like it would wake up
the whole lake.
   "Shhh, you'll wake the neighbours."
   "That group today?  They're probably already fucking."
   Good grief!  Did my mother just use the f-word?
   "You're probably right.  Lucky them."
   "You said it.  Hey, let's swim out to the raft.  Race you?"
   It was about 75 yards out and as the lake deepened gradually, only the
last 15 or so was over my head.  I was fairly athletic but my mom had been
on her college swim team.  We raced and it was pretty close but something
told me not to try too hard to win.  She got there a body length before me.
   We scrambled up the ladder.  "Gold medal!  What's my prize?"
   "Well, I had the medal in my pocket but I don't seem to have it now. 
Victory kiss?"
   "That will do."
   We were sitting on the raft and there wasn't much moonlight.  I leaned
over and she put her hand on my cheek.  We kissed for several seconds and
though there was still no tongue, there was plenty of lip movement.
   "Umm, that's better than any medal."
   I lay back on my elbows and she lay down completely with her hands
behind her head and her legs parted.  I could make out that she had some
pubic hair.  As for me, my cock was semi-aroused but with the darkness and
as it was lying flat, you couldn't really tell.  Not that my mother was
looking at it in any case.
   We didn't exchange a word for several minutes.
   "So beautiful out here, like this." My mother broke the silence.
   "Yes, I'm really glad you suggested it."
   "It's so quiet, you can see the stars and it's so much back to nature.
Being naked just adds to it, don't you think?"
   "Yes.  I thought it might feel...strange, you know, being naked
together. But I'm really enjoying it."
   "Me too.  I fell very close to you Stef.  You know I think it was the
sauna with Stefanie that did it."
   "What do you mean?" I was worried that the tranquil eroticism of the
moment might be broken.
   "When I saw her nude and realized how much alike we were, I realized
that you would now know how I looked naked.  I told you that.  But I
couldn't help but imagine what you would look like naked.  Since I assumed
you had been with Stefanie.  So tonight has partly fulfilled my little
fantasy."
   "Fantasy?  Partly?"
   "Well it's dark out so it's not like seeing you naked in the sauna.  And
I haven't been staring.  But yes, I daresay that quite a few mothers wonder
what their sons would look like naked once they grow to become a man. 
Sorry love, am I embarrassing you?"
   "Not at all.  I'm flattered that you're so candid with me."
   "I always want to be candid with you Stef.  And here it's so natural. 
Naked outdoors in the dark and all."
   By now l was about 80% erect.  Partly it was hearing that my mother had
fantasized about me naked and obviously, being here naked with her was
pretty erotic.  I was just now thinking of her more as a woman than my mom.
Still, she WAS my mom and I didn't want to let it get more intense than it
already was.
   "That's sweet.  Mom, I hope you can be candid with me always."
   "And I hope the same of you Stef.  You can tell me anything and you'll
never hear a rebuke from me.  Just a loving response." With that she sat up
and looked at me.
   At the time and due to extreme immaturity, I didn't recognize this as
the come-on it must have been.
   "Well I've loved my first skinny-dip and loved that it was with you. 
But it's pretty late so I think we should be getting back." And, clueless
as I generally was, I sensed a letdown.  So I rallied.  "And I've loved
being naked with you." Maybe overdid it a bit but hey, 18.
   "You're so sweet Stef." And she leaned over and kissed me.  Still no
tongue but this one lasted for about half a minute.
   "Race you back?"
   "No, I know when I'm a beaten man."
   We had a leisurely swim back and exited the water hand-in-hand.  When we
pulled up on the shore she embraced me and kissed me again.  I could feel
her breasts on my chest and her pussy hair on my thigh.  I had my arms
around her shoulders and was getting hard against her thigh.  She must have
noticed.  Finally she broke the kiss.
   "We don't really need to put on our bathing suits, do we?"
   "I guess not."
   "We walked naked holding hands up to the cottage.  The lights were on
and it felt like an over-familiar shock so see her naked in the light when
we entered.  She was completely casual and picked up our drink glasses and
started washing them in the sink.  I couldn't resist and gave her naked bum
a squeeze.  She wriggled back and turned to face me.
   "Hey, I told you I was sensitive there." And she reached around with
both hands and grabbed my ass.  I was fully erect and pushing against her
lower stomach.
   "I love it when you touch me there but I think we've had enough for one
night.  Love."
   And she pulled my head down and kissed me again.  This time I felt her
tongue against my lips.  I extended my tongue and she immediately sucked in
it to her mouth.  We made out like this for a few minutes.  I had my arms
around her shoulders but soon my right hand down to her ass.  When I
touched it heard a muffled 'ummmm'.  She tried to do the same but the
differences in our height were too great.  Suddenly she broke away.
   "Oh Stef my love, I love feeling you like this.  But we have to stop now
before we go too far."
   I was immensely frustrated but knew she was right.  And as the hormonal
lust receded a tad, the thought came back that this was with my mother! 
Get a grip Stefan.  I'd have to face her at breakfast and every day for the
rest of the summer.
   "Yeah, you're right.  I'm really sorry.  I don't know what came over me.
I'm sorry."
   Still naked she replied "Stef, it came over both of us.  No regrets, OK?
It was a magical evening for me.  Let's remember that.  You're wonderful
and I love you.  That will never change." And she gave me one more kiss for
the road.  "Now beddy-bye time.  See you in the morning sweets."
   She went to her bedroom and I grabbed a wad of paper towels.  I had the
feeling that this would be my biggest ever masturbation explosion.  It was.
   I slept in and came out for breakfast in just my boxers.  My mother was
cheery and kissed me.  "Good morning love.  Sleep well?"
   "I sure did."
   "Me too.  Though it took a while." She winked.
   Though we didn't talk about the charged last night, it didn't feel
awkward since she was in such a bubbly mood.  After we finished I was doing
the dished when she came up behind me and put her hand on my ass.
   "Hmm, nice buns."
   "Mom, I'm trying to do the dishes."
   "Well don't let me stop you." Then she slipped her hand under the
waistband and was caressing my cheeks.
   "Mom!  What's with you?"
   "Just being playful with my son.  I told you I can rein it in if you'd
rather."
   "No, it's OK.  I'm liking the unreined mom."
   "Oh goodie." She grabbed my face and gave me a big kiss.  "Now hurry up
with those dishes."
   In the afternoon we went for a walk and then swimming.  With fuddy-duddy
bathing suits.
   "Not sure if the neighbours would approve of last night's attire."
   "I bet the guys would like it.  Yours I mean."
   "And those women would drool to see your cock."
   "Mom!"
   "Sometimes you're such a prude Stef.  I liked seeing your cock.  Why
wouldn't they?"
   "I'm sure they're happy with the guys they've got."
   "Well, they don't know what they're missing.  But I do.  And I'm glad I
didn't miss it."
   "Mom, geez.  OK, I liked seeing you naked too.  And I'm glad those guys
didn't have the chance."
   "Oh, possessive are we?"
   "I don't like sharing."
   "You won't have to babe."
   And she gave me a strong kiss.  We went back to the cottage holding
hands.  After a snack she said:
   "Stef, can we have a sauna?"
   "Sure."
   "Are you OK if we go in together?"
   I was kind of expecting that.  The roller-coaster hadn't stopped and I
was still on it.  I fired it up and an hour later we made our way there. 
It felt odd in the change area.  She undressed first and I looked
   "It's OK to look Stef.  When you get naked I intend to get an eyeful."
   She waited until I was undressed and took a good look.  After last night
it didn't feel that strange being naked with her, though on some level I
knew it was.
   We entered and sat there a while as the body temperature raised and the
sweat began.  She got up first and stepped down from the bench.  Then she
turned and faced me.  This was the first good look I'd had of her fully
naked.  She still had that Partridge Family mom look to her but man oh man,
her body was sexy.  She was slim but her hips were nicely shaped and her
pubic hair was a rusty shade and not too bushy.  Same shade as Stefanie's
as I recalled but hers was trimmed.  I was starting to get aroused.
   "Stef honey, do you want to soap up my back?" I'm sure you can guess my
reply.
   I started soaping around her shoulders and took my time.  Little Stef
was of two minds -- not fully erect but not asleep either.  That put him
facing outwards and before long there was a poke.
   "Hey, is that what I think it is?"
   "Yes.  Sorry."
   "No need to be sorry sweetie.  Just be careful because you know how
sensitive that part of my body is."
   "Fair enough.  It's a sensitive part of my body too." She let out a
low=toned laugh.
   I was working my way down her back and had to decide.  Do I continue
down to her ass?  I wanted to but something, fear of the unknown, or maybe
the known, held me back.
   "Do you want me to do your behind as well?"
   She looked over her shoulder with a concerned smile.  "It's tempting,
very tempting, but I'm afraid of where it would lead."
   Whoa!  It struck me that my mother was implying that full-on sex was a
possibility, even if it were something she didn't quite want.  Did I?  It
depended on which head was doing the thinking.
   "Then I guess that doing your front is out of the question."
   She laughed again and turned to face me.  Seeing her naked and so close
got me to near full erection.  "It is love.  And for the same reason." She
raised up on her toes and kissed me.  "Now let me wash your back."
   She did and there was no more fooling around.  After rinsing off we
exited to the change room.  I still had a semi-erection which she was
staring at.
   "Stef, we've been playing and fooling around and it pains me seeing you
so...well, you look frustrated.  So much of this is my doing and I told you
I can stop if it's bothering you or making you uncomfortable."
   "Well, sure it's frustrating, but I'm enjoying the intimacy."
   "Me too.  A lot.  But you know, if you have to 'take care' of that, just
go do it."
   Gawd.  I couldn't believe my mother was telling me to masturbate. 
"Mo-om!"
   "Don't 'mom' me.  I'm sure you masturbate daily.  Everyone does it. 
After last night I had to make myself come three times before I could get
to sleep." I was bug-eyed.  "Well you said you wanted candour.  Now telling
my son about my masturbation is as candid as it can get.  There's an old
saying of be careful what you wish for.  Are you sure you're still OK with
candour?"
   That was a lot to digest but I knew I didn't want to put the brakes on.
I still couldn't fathom actually having sex with her but I was loving the
titillation.
   "I'm fine with it Mom.  Sometimes it takes me by surprise.  But please
don't stop on my account."
   "You can count on it." Another kiss.  "I suppose we'd better get
dressed, though I'll miss being naked with you.  There'll be other times
though."
   Times with an s?  It wasn't that the prospect was so unexpected.  It was
her openly acknowledging it.  Candour.
   We returned to the cabin and I went to my room to follow my mother's
advice.  The combo of a sauna and a giant orgasm knocked me out.  It was
about 45 minutes later when I came to.
   "Nice siesta?" called my mother when I ambled into the main room.
   "Nice enough.  I must have needed that."
   "Well you needed something." and smiled coquettishly.
   Dinner was OK and we played Scrabble afterwards.  Then she suggested a
nightcap in the sunroom.  We settled on the sofa facing the bay window
overlooking the lake.
   "So no skinny-dip tonight Mom?"
   "Sorry, not up for it tonight.  But we don't need a swim to get naked."
   "What do you mean?"
   "We can strip off here, enjoy our drinks and look out over the lake.  Do
you want to?"
   The room was dimly lit and I wasn't about to get off the roller coaster.
"Love to."
   We undressed and sat back on the sofa.  "Stefan, put your arm around me.
I want to feel close to you." We cuddled and sipped our drinks.  My cock
was almost straight up and every now and then she'd look at it.  She
started rubbing my chest and it went to full erection.  I looked over to
her and she was beaming.  We moved in for a kiss.  It was passionate with
lots of sensual tongue play.  My boner was crying out for release but we
kept our hands to safe places.  In the back of my mind I couldn't believe
that here I was, making out with my naked mother with my hard cock on
display.  Just a few weeks ago the thought would have...well, I was in no
mood to pursue that thought.  Eventually we came up for air.
   "That was delicious Stefan.  Now, can I ask a favour?  I nodded.  "Would
you sleep with me tonight?  I'd love to wake up next to you."
   "Sleep?"
   "Yes, just sleep.  Since we're over that pyjama modesty, I thought we'd
enjoy it."
   "Well sure, but I don't think I can get to sleep until..." and I
gestured to my cock.
   "I see what you mean.  And I'll have to, um, relieve myself too before I
can settle down."
   "OK, see you in a few minutes then?"
   "Wait.  If we're both going to do that, and we know we're both going to
do that, how about if we do it together?"
   "Mom!  That would be, would be..." I was searching for le mot juste but
the blood must have migrated from my brain.
   "Intimate?"
   "Yes, intimate.  I don't know if I could."
   "Would it be easier if I started?"
   My jaw may have actually dropped.  "Uh, I guess so."
   "Then let's go."
   She took my hand and led me to her bedroom, turning off the light.  We
lay down and she ran her hands over her breasts and played with her
nipples, letting out a few "ahhs".  Slowly her hand moved down to her pussy
and I could hear some squishing.  She picked up her pace and that was
enough for me.  My cock had been fully erect for what felt like hours and I
started pumping.  I tried to slow down as I didn't want to come before she
did.  So I slowed my strokes and noticed she now had one hand really
driving her pussy and the other was under her ass.  Lordy, was she really
fingering her asshole?  Her hips were now bucking hard and I couldn't hold
back much longer.
   "Mom" I whispered.  "I think I'm going to come soon."
   "Oh yes Stefan.  So am I.  Let's cooooome!" her Hips bucked wildly and
she was gasping.  I exploded and tried to keep my cum on my chest.  But it
was spurting like and unattended firehose and some got on the bed and a few
shots even hit her arm.  We collapsed after that and lay there panting.
   "So now you know what your mother's like when she comes."
   "And you know what your son is like when he comes."
   "Yes I do.  He's beautiful.  And sexy." She leaned over to kiss me but
then she noticed the pools of cum on my chest.  "Wait here, I need to clean
you up."
   She returned with a large wad of paper towels and I found myself
thinking of Stefanie doing something similar at Marvin's.  The thought of
her looking like my mother no longer bothered me.
   Mom cleaned up the mess on my stomach and chest and now handled my cock
to clean it up too.  It stirred.  "That should be enough for him to behave
now."
   We cuddled some at I fell fast asleep.  Several hours later I was awoken
by the sun streaming in through the curtains.  The covers were off and my
mother had her head on my shoulder with the rest of her body draped over my
right leg and the right side of my chest.  I could feel her pubic hair on
my thigh.  I was semi-erect and gave her a hug.
   "Ummm, so sweet darling." She kissed me.  Morning breath so no tongues.
"I love waking up like this."
   "Yeah, I could get used to it."
   She started planting little kisses on my chest and licked my nipples.
   "See, I told you I wasn't sensitive there."
   "Just checking.  But you'd better not try that on me."
   "No?  And if I did?"
   "I'm very sensitive there and I might lose self-control."
   "And you wouldn't want that." I tried to sound ironic.
   "I might.  But up to now we've gone close to the line but we haven't
crossed over.  I think we should keep in that way."
   I was thinking, "haven't crossed over?".  Geez, when you jerk off with
someone, especially if it's with your own mother, it seems like some lines
must have been crossed.  But I didn't feel argumentative at that moment so
let it pass.  Meanwhile she'd gone back to kissing my chest.  I could feel
her nipples on me and her movements were making her pussy rub above my
knee. Finally she got up and stood there facing me.
   "Time for breakfast love." Her legs were slightly parted and I could
make out her pussy lips.  Suddenly I knew what I wanted for breakfast.  But
she turned, put on a light, mid-thigh robe and went to the kitchen.
   As we were done eating and were on our coffees, she looked serious.
   "Stefan, thanks for spending the night with me but I've been worried
that we went too far.  It's all my fault if we did and I'm sorry."
   "Mom, we went pretty far but I enjoyed it.  Every minute of it."
   "I don't know Stefan.  A month ago I'd have never dreamed we'd be like
this but here, I don't know, I just feel like we're living in the moment."
   I only had a vague idea of what that meant but it sounded OK.  "Mom, you
told me if you got too...playful, I should tell you and you'd rein it in.
But I'm loving your playfulness and you haven't gotten close to me wanting
anything reined in."
   "Thanks for that Stefan.  I was feeling conflicted and having second
thoughts." She brightened.  "So you won't mind seeing your old Mom naked
again?"
   "I told you, you're not old.  And I've been fantasizing about seeing you
naked again."
   She had been sitting on one of the kitchen chairs with her legs apart.
With my comment she shucked off her robe and was naked.  Her pussy was on
full display and she seemed so...available.  She was untrimmed but I liked
that she wasn't full ZZ Top and her bush didn't cover her pussy lips.  I
took a good look.  It was funny how when I looked at her face, it still had
that chaste Partridge Family mother look.  But below that was a real woman.
Oh so real.
   "Ta-da!"
   Again, a memory of Stefanie, though she hadn't been splayed like my
mother.  I smiled and tried to think of something to say.  Nothing came to
mind so I dropped my boxers and exposed my erection.
   "Ta-da!"
   "Om my god!  It's so lovely." She was gazing at it and hadn't closed her
legs.  We stared for a minute or so when she got up, closed her robe and
fanned herself.
   "Whew!  I guess I have my answer.  But we've lots to do so we'll leave
naked time for later."
   There were chores.  I had to chop some wood and trim bushes.  My mother
busied herself in the garden.  By mid-aft she called break time and asked
me to ready the hot tub.
   "I guess nudity is acceptable now, right?" We got out of our clothes and
just relaxed side-by-side.
   "This is the life Stefan.  I feel I'm in another world that I don't want
to leave."
   "It's been a great few days Mom.  And we still have a couple more before
we leave."
   "Yes, it's going so fast.  But I have to get the dinner ready.  You stay
here and relax."
   She took her time getting out of the hot tub and at one point paused
with her pussy inches from my face.  I blew on it lightly.  She moved
slightly and put one leg up on the step, more fully exposing herself.  I
blew again.  She was looking into the distance.  "Ummm, such a nice breeze
now.  It's so refreshing."
   I continued to blow and it looked like her lips were getting damp and
moist.  "Yes, such a lovely breeze." I blew some more and she shuddered. 
"Oh, it's giving me a chill.  I'd better get to dinner." She blew me a kiss
and climbed up the steps, again taking her time and giving me a nice view
of her backside.
   I relaxed some more and began wondering where this was leading.  But I
turned that aside and figured it was better 'living in the moment',
whatever that meant.  When I went inside my mother was whipping up
something stir-fried, dressed in an apron and nothing else.  She noticed my
appreciative gaze.
   "Can't have the tender bits getting burnt." I pinched her bum but didn't
linger.
   "Hey mister, that's not on the menu.  Not on tonight's menu." And she
giggled.
   We had dinner and did the dishes.  Mild flirting but nothing more.  When
we were done she asked "Do you mind if we skip the Scrabble and just get
started on the skinny-drinks"
   Did I mind?  Hah!
   "I think I liked the skinny-drinks more than the Scrabble.  So let's
go."
   She tossed off the apron and prepared some gin and tonics.  I stripped
off and we made our way to the sunroom.  I had my right arm around her and
drank with my left.  I noticed my drink was really strong.
   "Oh Stefan, this trip has been like a dream."
   "A dream I hope I don't wake up from."
   "Do you mean that?" I nodded and we kissed.  Very deeply and for a long
time.  I got very hard but by now didn't feel self-conscious.  We broke and
she rubbed my chest down to my stomach.  I just caressed her shoulders.
   Looking at my cock she said "I see my friend is ready for.." and she let
the sentence linger.  Typical me, I seized on the subject and not the
object.
   "Your friend?"
   "Well after seeing him go off last night, I should think he's at least a
friend."
   "I hear he's very fond of you."
   "Then this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship." Mom was also a
Casablanca fan but again, another reminder of Stefanie.
   Not knowing what to say I kissed her again.  She put both her arms
around my neck and leaned in.  I could feel her breasts against my chest
and caressed her back.  She got up on her knees so she had to lean down to
kiss me.  Our tongues were duelling and I slid my hand down to the small of
her back.  I wondered if I should caress her ass.  She may have sensed that
too because she broke.
   "I love how you kiss me Stefan.  Tell me, are you going to spend the
night with me again?"
   "I'd love to.  Are we going to...?" I felt shy about saying 'masturbate'
or any of its equivalents.
   "Oh, don't worry about that.  Do you mind calling it an early night?"
   I got up and grabbed her hand.  We brushed our teeth in the sink and
hurried into the bedroom.  I lay back with a semi-erection and she cuddled
up beside.  She started rubbing my chest and gradually moved down my
stomach.  I caressed her face and down her side.  We kissed a bit.  Her
hand moved down further and grazed my cock.
   "Stefan, remember what we did last night?"
   "I'll never forget that."
   "Tonight, if you like, I can help you."
   "You mean...?"
   She kissed me again.  "Yes.  We won't get to sleep until we've come and
instead of making you use your own hand, I thought maybe you'd like to try
mine?"
   "Mom, I'd love that.  And can I help you too?"
   "You'd better."
   She moved along side of me to my right.  We half turned to face each
other; she grabbed my cock and I started rubbing her pussy.  Dumb me still
wasn't sure if her breasts were off-limits.  She was really wet and I
rubbed along her lips while keeping up contact with her clit.
   "Oh Stefan, put a finger inside me." I did and she really started
humping.  "Oh god, Stefan, oh god." She thrust some more and collapsed.  A
few moments later she looked up and smiled.  "Thank you for that my love.
Now how is my friend doing?"
   She started slowly stroking and I was getting close.  A few more pulls
and "Mom, I'm going to come." Just at the moment she took her hand away and
climbed on top with my cock along her stomach.  "Come for me my love.  Oh
yes, come for me."
   I shot off a lot and it pooled between our stomachs.  She kissed me.  "I
so wanted to feel you coming Stefan.  It was magical."
   We lay there a while and then she got up.  "Paper towel time again.  I
should keep a roll in here."
   She cleaned us off and lay down beside me, her hand going immediately to
my limp cock.  "I loved it when your finger was inside me Stefan." We
kissed and she grabbed my left hand, the one I'd used to finger her.  We
were still kissing and she brought it between our lips and we kind of
kissed around it.  "Mmmm, tasty isn't it?" Then she sucked the finger up
and down.  I started getting hard again.
   "Do you think he'd mind if we waited till the morning?"
   "I'm sure he'll survive." We said our goodnights and I drifted off to
sleep.
   I awoke with this pressure on my cock.  Looked up and my mother was
straddling me and slowly pumping.  It felt wonderful .  She picked up the
pace and soon enough I was spurting.  "Good morning son" with a laugh and a
broad smile.
   "Morning mom.  And thanks."
   "My pleasure.  Our pleasure.  They're the same aren't they?" I smiled
back.  The paper towels were still at hand but I noticed she'd licked some
of my cum off her hand.  "Tasty.  I'm not sure if I prefer my taste or
yours.  Oh well, time will tell."
   I got up, gave her a quick kiss and went off to rinse in the sauna
shower.  When I returned to the kitchen my mother was preparing breakfast
naked.  "You won't need your boxers Stef.  Today is Naked Day.  You OK with
that?"
   "With that and with anything Mom."
   "Good answer." She kissed me and gave my cock a squeeze.  I reached
around and squeezed her bum.  She let out an "ummm" and moved it around in
my hand.  "Enough now, we'll get to that later."
   There was breakfast, chores and some grabbing and fooling around. 
Nothing more until the afternoon sauna.  I had to chop some wood and get it
stoked so I was in an old shirt and shorts when I entered the change room.
My mother was there, naked of course, waiting for me.
   "Let's get you out of these." She unbuttoned my shirt and hung it up and
then started on my shorts.  As she was pulling then down, her head was
level with my cock and she gave the head a kiss.  "I missed my friend."
   The sauna routine was the same as before, at least in the beginning.  I
got asked to wash her back only this time when I got down near her tailbone
I didn't stop.  I started soaping up her cheeks and she leaned forward,
bent at the waist with her arms on the wall.  This opened her up a lot more
and I took the hint and started soaping her asshole with my fingers.
   "Oh yes!" She writhed and I kept at it.  Then she reached around with
her right hand and grabbed my cock.  I was rubbing all over her soapy ass
and she was pumping me.  She pulled my cock so it was no up against her
asshole.
   "Don't put it in me, just rub it around." I was more than happy to
comply and she started squeezing my cock with her ass cheeks.  Her hand had
left my cock and she was now fingering herself.  It didn't take me long and
I was soon spurting.  She thrust her ass back and while I couldn't be sure,
I might have entered her half an inch or so.  She came out with several
"Ohhhs" and straightened up.  We embraced.
   "God Stef, I think I'm more sensitive there than my clit." This was
another of those moments where I caught myself wondering how I could have
wound up naked with my mother, coming on her butt while she was telling me
about her clit and asshole.  Quick reminder to self -- live in the moment.
   "Geez Mom, you really are sensitive there."
   "I wasn't always.  At least I don't think I was.  It seemed like a
disgusting area to me but after your father left, I read some books and got
curious.  I'll tell you about it sometime."
   We washed off normally, dried ourselves and make our way back to the
main cottage.  Dinner was just going to be pasta and tomato sauce so there
was little preparation.  I'd lost track of time but my mother reminded me
that this was our last night.  While I was readying the sauna, Uncle Rasmus
had called to let us know he'd be arriving tomorrow aft.
   "You know Stef, we could stay another day and visit with him, your aunt
and your cousins."
   "It would be kind of awkward for me.  Can we just go home tomorrow?"
   "You're right.  I'd have trouble keeping my hands off you and we don't
need any family scandals.  By the way, you know we mustn't speak of this to
anyone, right?"
   "Well duh."
   "Duh, yeah.  I know how you guys like to brag about your sexual
exploits."
   "But not with their moms, Mom.  I mean, I'm not ashamed of anything but
I'm hardly going to tell my friends."
   "Good boy.  Make sure you don't." It was a logical enough conversation
under the circumstances but I later realized that it was the first time my
mother had acknowledged that what we had was a sexual relationship.
   After dinner we were again having our skinny-drinks.  She was playing
idly with cock and I twirled her pussy hair.  "Stefan, you know you've yet
to touch my breasts.  Surely you're not afraid of the girls?"
   "Not at all.  And don't call me Surely." I leaned over and gave her
nipple a lick.  And another.  Then I took it into my mouth.  She was
purring and started pumping my cock harder.  We kept this up for a few
minutes when she stopped.
   "Stefan, are you close to coming?"
   "Maybe another couple of minutes."
   "Then let's go to bed.  "Stefan, it's out last night here and I want to
make love to you."
   Tongue-tied again.  I kind of knew we were heading this way but
nonetheless was unprepared for the question.  If it were a question.
   "I realize it's a big step and I'll love you even if you say no.  But
we've been so close and I'd love to feel closer, to feel you in me.  Do you
think you're ready for that?"
   Of course I was but it was one of these moment-of-truth situations so I
wanted to say just the right thing.  But this was the best I could muster.
   "I am." Then it occurred to me.  "But Mon, I don't have any condoms."
Little Steff wilted some at the news.
   "Love, I had my tubes tied after your father left.  We don't need them"
   She took my hand and led me to the bedroom.  We lay down but by now,
Little Stef had decided to take a break.  My mother looked at it and
grinned.
   "Hmm, two minutes ago he was ready for fireworks.  Now he's taking a
nap. Well I know how to wake him up."
   With that she moved her head down and took me into her mouth.  Little
Stef woke up like the world's loudest alarm had gone off right beside him I
was erect in no time and my mother lay back in the missionary position.
   "Love me."
   I got between her legs and moved my cock close to her pussy.  She
grabbed it and eased it inside.  Fabuwonderfulousness.  We slowly rocked
and kissed fiercely.  She ran her hands all over my back.  The sauna come
meant I didn't shoot off in seconds but I knew I wouldn't last too long. 
The unbelievable tight wet warmth enveloping my cock and knowing it came
from an attractive woman who loved me seared into my brain.  Oh, and the
taboo aspect heighted the experience.  Sex with my mother!  Hot damn!
   She was gazing into my eyes with an expression of tenderness, concern,
love and lust.  I kissed her again and felt the rumblings.
   "Mom, I think I'm going to come."
   "Yes, come for me darling." She thrusted hep hips more energetically and
I responded.  I could feel myself shooting inside and she grabbed my face
and stuck her tongue in my mouth.  I kissed back but soon collapsed.
   "Lay there my love.  Stay inside me."
   Just what I wanted.  I put some weight on my elbows to avoid crushing
her.  She had one hand caressing the back of my neck and ran the other down
my back, pressing a finger on the tip of my tailbone.  Man, could anything
feel nicer?
   Then I felt a squeeze on my cock.  And another.  I looked at her.
   "Kegels.  I haven't used them in ages but I think they're working."
   I'd never heard of Kegels but I could feel my cock responding.  It was
soon back to an erection.  Maybe not 100%; more like 80%.  Close enough for
government work and fucking your mother.
   "Try to stay in me sweetie while I get on top." We managed this and she
started rocking on me.  At first she was sitting straight up and I played
with her breasts.  She had a wanton smile.  Then she leaned forward and had
her face beside mine.  There was too much movement to kiss and I caressed
her back.  I was liking this position.  She was doing most of the work.
   Her thrusts got stronger and I started stroking her ass.  "Oh yes".
   I kept up the stroking and fingered her asshole.  It was wet with her
juices and I rubbed all around it.
   "Yes, yes!" I slipped my finger in to the first knuckle and she bucked
with a frenzy.  A few more hard thrusts and lots of moaning and "Stefan,
you're making me come.  I'm coming with you!"
   I tried to come but couldn't.  But I was enjoying her ecstasy and when
the thrashes diminished, I held her tight and kissed her.
   "Oh my love!  I loved coming with you inside me.  And I loved felling
you come in me."
   "And I loved coming with you, inside you Mom."
   She rolled over and I slipped out, still erect.
   "Oh my, the youth of today."
   "Sorry mom.  I loved it but couldn't come the second time."
   "Well I can't leave my dear friend in that condition.  My pussy is worn
out for tonight but maybe this will work.  She got on her knees beside m
and bent down to take me in her mouth.  Her ass was inches from my face and
I wondered if I was supposed to do something.  But I could feel her gentle
sucking on my cock and decided to enjoy the view instead.  Her asshole was
small, light brown and evenly puckered.  I was tempted to give it a lick
but was too much enjoying her mouth moving up and down my cock.  Her pussy
lips were parted and not too thick or thin.  I made my mind up that I had
to go down on her before we left.
   It wasn't long before I came.  It wasn't a monster spurt but it felt all
the nicer for it being in my mother's mouth.  She smiled.  "Mmm, we taste
good together.  I must recommend it to my recipe club."
   We lay back, cuddled, and didn't speak.  I felt blissful and ready to
pass out.  The last think I remember was my mother thanking me and
something about a night she'd never forget.
   Next morning she was still in my arms, smiling.
   "Good morning my love, and thanks again."
   "No, thanks to you Mom.  It wouldn't have happened without you." She
looked slightly worried.
   "Oh Stefan, I hope I didn't...pressure you into anything."
   "No Mom." And I smiled.  "I loved it and can't quite believe how lucky I
am."
   "I'm the lucky one Stef.  Ok, we're both lucky.  Finding a love like
this is rare, almost non-existent between a son and his mother.  And I
can't believe how much I love fucking my son."
   I wanted to respond in kind but still felt shy.  "And I can't believe
how much I love...ah, fucking you.  Mom." Weird how you can have your dick
up someone's pussy and can barely say the f-word.
   "Then maybe we can do it again.  Fucking each other that is." Wow.  I'd
heard that some women go in for the salty talk during sex.  I guess I'd
just gotten to know one of them.  I had a morning semi-boner which her hand
now raised to full attention.  I fingered her pussy and within seconds it
was wet.  She slipped down on top of me and we were soon fucking.  Nothing
spectacular; just your regular mom-son coupling.  When I was close to
coming I fingered her asshole again.  That was the trigger and we came
together and collapsed.
   A couple of hours later we woke up again.
   "Yikes, it's late.  What time does Uncle Rasmus get here?"
   "Not to worry.  Not for another four hours at least."
   "But we still have to tidy up, have breakfast and pack." I really didn't
want to run into him.  Maybe he'd spot the guilt on my face.
   "All of which should take us no more than two hours.  Which leaves us
about an hour and a half of unallocated time." Said with a wicked grin. 
"You want breakfast first or a shower?"
   "Shower I guess."
   "Mind some company?"
   We went to the sauna where the shower was and quickly washed each other.
She was paying particular attention to my ass; rubbing it around a lot with
soap and then taking mouthful of water and blowing it on me.  To my
surprise I got hard again.
   "There, I thought you'd like that.  Now lean against the wall."
   I did, little suspecting what was in store.  She started kissing my
behind and licking up at the tip of my tailbone.  The sensations were
stimulating.  Then she moved her tongue down, parted my cheeks and starting
licking my asshole.  Ye gods!  Sensational.  Now she was jerking my cock
and kept up the asshole licking.  I was in seventh heaven.  Christ, not
only was my mother a sexpot, she was a kinky one.  I loved it.
   The eruption came soon enough.  I was basically one massive blow which
necessitated extra cleaning of the sauna walls.
   "God Mom.  I never knew I was so sensitive there."
   "Same with me Stef.  I read about this in Xaviera Hollander and it's
been my fantasy for a decade.  I couldn't leave here without trying it with
you."
   "Well here's to reading Mom." I was slightly exhausted but remembered my
vow from last night.
   "Mom, I'd love to return the favour."
   She looked at me and leaned against the wall.  "No, can we do it on your
bed?"
   She shrugged.  "Fine by me."
   In the bedroom I had her lay back in missionary position.  "Mom, I've
been dying to go down on you."
   She smiled.  "Have your way with me Stef." She spread her legs wide.
   I moved in and started licking.  God, I loved that taste.  I licked
harder up and down and shoved my tongue as far as I could in her pussy.
   She sighed, a happy sigh.  "Don't forget my clit Stef."
   I started licking it and sucked it into my mouth.  That brought on a big
shudder and some sex sounds.  Then I thought of her ass.  I licked down her
pussy again and kept going until I had my tongue on her asshole.
   "Oh my god Stef.  Oh my god!"
   This was definitely the sweet spot.  I kept tonguing her asshole and
moved my thumb to stroke her clit.  She was bucking now and it was hard to
keep my tongue in place.
   "Put your finger in me Stef." She didn't specify where and I chose her
pussy.  Right choice.  She started coming and grabbed my head.  "Oh Stef,
Oh Stef!"
   Her pussy got really juicy and my face got soaked.  I loved it.
   She faded back.  "God Stef, no one's ever done that to me.  I fucking
loved it.  Thanks so much."
   "My pleasure ma'am.  It won't be the last time."
   We kissed a lot.  I loved how she licked around my mouth and sucked my
tongue into hers.  It wasn't just the physical sensation, great as it was.
It was the acceptance of her love juices and letting me know that she was
fine with my tongue poking her asshole.
   We relaxed a bit until she looked at the clock.  "Time to get up, again.
Uncle Rasmus will be herein about two hours."
   That energized the bunny.  We wolfed down some fruit and bagels and
hastily packed.  Swept, cleaned and polished and we were on the road
shortly before he was due to arrive.
   My mother was driving and I vegged out in the front seat.  I felt I
should say something profound about our vacation but nothing came to mind.
She broke the silence.
   "Well Stef, what does one say after that?"
   "Ah, I was thinking the same, but didn't know what to say.  I liked it?"
   "Well of course that.  I loved it.  But that was at the cottage.  How do
you feel about being back home?"
   Usually I hated these personal talks and I'd clam up.  Somehow though it
was easier in the car when you weren't facing one another.  Having recently
had your tongue up your mother's ass might also have been a factor.
   "Well, I loved everything about being up there.  With you.  So, whatever
you're OK with back home."
   "Look Stef, back home I'll have sex with you whenever you want.  Just to
get that out of the way.  And if you'd rather not, I won't lay anything
heavy on you.  Are we clear on that?"
   It sounded OK.  Fine in fact.  Excellent in fact.  "Mom, I'd love to
have sex with you again."
   The words sounded weird as I said them.  But what the hell.  I'd just
had the best sex of my life and no way did I want to take a pass on more.
   "Nice to hear.  It's a deal then.  And did I tell you how much I love
your cock?"
   That broke the ice.  Emboldened me.
   "No, but I love to hear you say it.  And did I tell you how much I loved
licking your asshole?"
   "Stefan, I loved, just loved that.  But can you please not use that
word?"
   "Word?  You mean ass..the a-word?"
   "Yes, that word.  I hate how it sounds."
   "OK then, what should I say?"
   "Call it my special place." I must have given off some vibe.
   "Maybe it sounds corny but look, hardly any sons talk to their mothers
like that so it's not as though you're going to get teased.  It's just
between us and I'd rather you say it like that.  OK?"
   "OK, and I'm looking forward to loving 'your special place' again."
   Small laugh.  "Same here bub.  And also, when we're having sex, can you
start calling me Shirley?"
   "I can.  Why?" I should have known it was a stupid question.  18.
   "At first I got off on you saying Mom.  But now I'm thinking of us more
as man-woman than mother-son."
   "OK Shirley." Genuine laugh this time.  But this man-woman notion raised
an anxiety.  Something like the standard male fear-of-commitment variety.
She may have sensed this.
   "Stefan, when I say man-woman I don't mean I want to be your girlfriend
or anything.  I'm still your mother but, forgive me, I love the sexual part
of our relationship.  When we're in that mode I want to be your woman.  But
it can't be forever.  You have to meet women your own age and have normal
relationships.  I'll be there whenever you want me and I'll still love you
even when it's time to call a halt.  But when I'm with you, I'm your woman,
not your mother, OK?"
   It was a lot to digest.  I fastened on to the sex at any time aspect and
it sounded OK.  I felt there was more to think about but the main point
seemed to be I could have sex with her when I liked and there'd be no
recriminations if and when I didn't.  OK?  It was the perfect world.
   "Sure Mom.  Shirley.  It sounds reasonable.  Very reasonable."
   "Good.  So have you been thinking about Stefanie?"
   "Whoa.  Bolt out of the blue.  "Ahhh, not that much."
   "Really?"
   "Yeaaahhh." I drew it out, not knowing what would come next.
   "I ask because, excuse me if I have it wrong, that one difficulty you
had with her was that we looked so much alike.  Wasn't that the case?"
   "Yeaahhh,"
   "Well then, now that you've seen me naked and we've had sex, would you
have the same hang-up with her?"
   Geez, how I hated to be compelled to think seriously.  But she had a
point.  If anything, seeing the naked Stefanie would turn me on.
   "I guess not."
   "I can't tell you what to do Stef but if she's still taken with you,
maybe you should look her up when school starts."
   More to digest.  But again, she had a point.
   "Maybe I will."
   The Rest of the Summer With Mom
   We fucked like rabbits.  Though truth to tell, I've no idea how they
fuck.
   It was most days and twice on Sunday.  One weekend was special.  It was
my 19th birthday.  Unfortunately it coincided with her period.  "Sorry my
love, no sex for a few days.  I have a hang-up about that.  But I'm going
to make it special for you.  I'm going to see if you can handle 19 blowjobs
in one weekend."
   She may have tried 19 blowjobs.  I lost count.  But I only came in
barely half of them.  'Only'.  I did help her out once.  Got her face down
on her knees with her butt in the air while I licked her 'special place' as
she fingered herself.  She had a roaring orgasm which made me feel pleased.
   With registration just a few days off, it was time for one of those
Talks.
   "Stef, when you get back to the university will you please look up
Stefanie?"
   "Yeah Mom." Actually it was an intriguing prospect.  We'd exchanged a
couple of letters but it was just friendly how's-the-summer-going chat
stuff.  If she'd found a boyfriend, she hadn't let on.  And no way was I
going to reveal much of my summer.
   We had extra energetic sex the last two nights.  When the departure day
came she made me promise to look up Stefanie again.  "I know she's still
fond of you Stef."
   Whaaaa?!?  OK, it was probably just Mom being a mom.
   Back at School
   Look up Stefanie?  There was already a message waiting for me when I
arrived.  As a returning sophomore I had my own room.  Stefanie had moved
into a second floor flat in a house off-campus.  Of course I called her.
   "So how was your summer?"
   "Fine.  How was yours?"
   "Fine.  You want to see my new place?"
   "Sure.  When is convenient?"
   "How about tonight?  Or you could even come over for dinner.  It would
have to be delivery as I haven't completely unpacked yet."
   No wasting time there.  "Delivery is fine.  See you in a couple of
hours?"
   "See you then Stefan."
   I got the address.  It was only three blocks from the campus.  I rang
the doorbell and someone came down to answer.  "Hi Stefan." And she hugged
me.
   Who in hell was this?  She had shoulder length straight black hair.  But
she was smiling and I recognized that crinkle on her nose.
   "Stefanie!  Yeow!  I almost didn't recognize you.  You look great."
   "New look for a new term.  I hope you like it."
   We got upstairs and she hugged me again.  "I missed you you know."
   Only one possible reply to that.  "I missed you too Stefanie.  I was
afraid you might not return."
   "Really?  That's sweet.  But here I am."
   We looked at each other.  The old connection was back but no one made a
move.
   "Dinner choices are Chinese or pizza.  I'm OK with either."
   "Let's make it Chinese.  Though I'm OK with pizza too."
   "Chinese it is."
   She ordered something and after the two minute tour (tiny kitchen,
living/dining room, small bedroom and bathroom), we sat down.
   "You want some wine?  I brought back a couple of bottles.  They're
supposed to be good.  White or red?"
   "Either is fine."
   There was more desultory chat but there was tension in the room.
   "Stefan, no pressure or anything but just so you know, I'm still very
fond of you."
   'Fond.' That sounded like one of those in-between words.  Something more
than 'like' but well down the scale from 'crazy about'.  Of course, there
was also the 'very'.
   "Well I'm happy, very happy to see you again Stefanie.  And I'm very
fond of you too."
   Hah!  Returned the serve.
   She got up and sat down beside me on the small sofa.  "That's nice that
we're very fond of one another." She stroked my hair as she said this.  A
familiar situation for me - tongue-tied.  But she knew where she was going.
"Would you like to kiss me?"
   We looked at each other.  Finally something where a non-verbal response
was in order.  We kissed.  And kissed.  And kissed a lot more.
   "Well, we really did miss each other."
   We kissed some more.  "Oh Stefanie, I thought of you every day." That
lie just burst out of me.
   "Same here sweetie." She looked sincere.  I hoped I did.
   We were looking at one another in that teenaged 'meaningful' way when
the Chinese delivery guy rang the bell.  That broke the spell and the hell
with chopsticks, we grabbed forks and spoons and devoured it quickly. 
"Looks like it's a race" she laughed.
   We flirted a bit and then she took the plunge.  "Remember the last time
you visited me in my room Stefan?"
   Ugh, did I ever.  "Painful memory Stefanie."
   She came over and kissed me.  We made out a while and I could feel
myself getting hard.  So could she and she ran her hand down to my crotch
to confirm.
   "You think we could maybe eradicate that memory?  Replace it with a new
and improved one?" Now she was really squeezing my cock.
   "I'd say it's worth a try Stefanie." Then a concern.  "But I still don't
have any condoms."
   She laughed.  "No worries silly." I still have them from the last time.
I don't think they've hit their expiry date yet."
   Yeow!  I kissed her and massaged her breasts.  We made our way, kissing
and petting, to her bedroom.  It was just a single bed but that's all we
needed.  As we stripped I took a look at her beautiful, sexy body and was
reminded of my mother.  That got me even harder.  Within minutes we were
making sweet love.  Nothing acrobatic or wild, just sweet lovemaking.  I
didn't even come too soon thanks to the condom.
   As we were basking in the afterglow, she asked "So tell me Stefan, did
you actually see a counsellor?"
   19.  Intimacy.  Sex.  The time was ripe for another lie.  "I did."
   "I knew it.  And my how it's worked.  Remind me to thank your mother."
   Whaaaa?!?
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