Mother's love

Mary walked carefully along the forest path, listening to the babbling brook as she searched for water. Branches tumbled out from the sides of the path, forcing her to dodge them as she searched, but this didn't dampen her spirits. In fact, the increasingly loud sound of the water filled her with excitement and joy; she could finally take a good bath. She wore only a knee-length robe over her underwear and carried a small plastic bag containing her clean clothes. She had come to this wooded campsite with her 19-year-old son, Matthew. Since her husband's sudden death from a heart attack during a business trip abroad five years ago, the mother and son had come here every year during Matthew's holidays to camp. Mary was widowed at the young age of 40 and raised her son alone. Her eldest daughter, Meg, was away at university, leaving Mary to care for the family alone. As the family's grief over the loss of her husband and father began to subside, Matthew told his mother he would take care of her, and he truly did. He was a dutiful son, taking on as many household chores as possible and fulfilling some of the daily tasks his father used to do. Mary adored her son and adored him. They relied on each other, supporting and encouraging one another; the love between them was unparalleled by any other mother and son. As Mary reminisced about the past five years with her son, she unconsciously found herself nearing the water. Through the dense foliage, she could see the shimmering surface of the water, but it was still less than a hundred feet away. As she bent down to walk around a very large tree, she looked up and saw a vast expanse of water, with the stream flowing gently in the distance. Mary stood there admiring the view, the clouds in the sky and the lush trees on both banks reflected in the water. Just as she was about to continue, she noticed a man in the water, who had just emerged and was bending down to reach for a towel. At first, she didn't pay attention to who he was, but then she suddenly realized that this was her son, Matthew! Mary watched him wash himself. He didn't miss a single inch of his body, and when he vigorously scrubbed his groin, she looked on incredulously. She couldn't believe his penis had become so large from being wiped with a towel. It immediately became hard and erect against his lower abdomen. She suddenly felt guilty; how could she look at her son like that? She then continued towards the water source. She knew he hadn't noticed her because the dense branches provided good cover, and he was so focused on washing himself that he didn't see her until he finished and looked up. Matthew looked up and smiled as his mother walked down the path. "Good morning, Mom. Did you sleep well?" he asked, picking up his towel and walking towards her. Mary simply nodded, glancing at her son's thin, slender body. He put on his shorts and a crew-neck t-shirt and then continued to dry his hair with the towel. Matthew went over and hugged her, kissing her cheek. Mary kissed his forehead, then turned to put her plastic bag down. "How's the water, Matthew?" "Oh, it's wonderful! It feels so good! I know you'll love it. But if you want to really enjoy it, you have to take your clothes off." "No way, with you here." "Okay, Mom, I understand. I was just about to go back to the cabin, but I suggest you soak in it naked." "I'll try." "Okay, I'm off, see you later. Don't soak too long. We have to be at the restaurant by 8. You have 30 minutes." "Alright, let's go." Matthew chuckled, seeing his mother fidgeting, blushing, probably imagining herself naked in the water. He turned and retraced his steps along the path. "You know what, Mom. Don't worry. You're very beautiful," he said, waving, disappearing into the woods. After arriving at the restaurant and taking their seats, Matthew leaned close to his mother's ear and asked in a very low voice, "Did you do it, Mom?" She was initially confused, but immediately understood what he was asking. She smiled slightly and said, "Yes, Matthew. You're right. The refreshing stream felt wonderful against my skin. I feel so much better. Thanks for the brilliant idea." Matthew beamed. He looked at his mother. She was radiant. At 45, she looked no more than 35. Her regular exercise had kept her slim and curvaceous figure, and, importantly, despite having two children, her breasts showed no signs of sagging. She was almost as tall as her son, nearly six feet. Because of her height, her normally large breasts didn't appear too big, but rather just right. Mary was a lively woman, always full of energy and vitality, and very, very beautiful. Matthew was proud of her. "You look so beautiful, Mom." "Thank you, dear. You're very handsome too. What are the plans for today?" Matthew told her that after breakfast they would hike, then play some outdoor games, followed by lunch and a nap. If the sunny weather lasted until evening, they planned a bonfire party. Mary listened to her son, watching him gesture and eagerly anticipate the outdoor activities, and she was infected by his enthusiasm. Mary gazed at his joyful face, and the image of him emerging from the water unconsciously flashed through her mind. Mary recalled his young body, the image of his erect penis jutting out from his golden pubic hair, and she bit her lip, pulling herself back to reality. She looked at him, his golden hair, his narrow chin, his straight nose. As always, her gaze finally settled on his very captivating deep blue eyes. He was very handsome, and now grown up, he had inherited his father's strong appearance. She often missed her husband, but now her thoughts were entirely focused on her son. He was the best son any mother could want, the best son in the world. She was incredibly proud to have such a son. She thought back to when he graduated high school, he turned down all the offers from universities, even those offering him scholarships, simply because he didn't want to be away from his mother. He loved her dearly, and after his father's sudden death, he was determined never to leave her alone at home. She knew her son had given up those good schools because of her, and she was grateful. Now he was a sophomore at a university near his home. Matthew was very popular with the professors, especially the female students. But he kept his distance from those girls, not wanting anything to distract him from his studies and his mother. Mary gently patted his hand and said, "Which group are you going to?" "I haven't decided yet, Mom. What about you? Do you want to go hiking?" "I haven't decided either." "Then let's go together. I like hiking with you." "Okay.""Let's go find a group. I need to get ready. Do you want me to wear shorts or these jeans?" "Whatever, Mom. You look beautiful in anything." Mary laughed with delight. She knew it was true, but she liked hearing it from her son. She knew he simply loved her and was proud to have such a beautiful mother. She also knew he was still childlike and very innocent, considering he was 19. She stood up and said, "Okay, Matthew. I'm going back to the cabin. Find a group and pick me up. I think I'll change into my shorts and your dad's shirt. It'll be very comfortable." "Great, Mom. I'll come find you when we leave. I want to tell some of the other kids first." He kissed her cheek and turned to leave. Climbing the mountain was not easy; it was quite adventurous. Matthew stayed by his mother's side, helping her through the narrow and difficult sections, sometimes almost touching the edge of the hillside. They hiked along the path beside the creek, eventually stopping for lunch at a spot almost exactly where Matthew and Mary had bathed that morning. Matthew sat down next to his mother and said, “This is a great place, isn’t it, Mom? Nobody can see you unless they come up above you. I love how secluded it is. Do you like skinny dipping? Will you do it again tomorrow?” “Maybe. How many people know this place?” “Oh, everyone knows it. But our cabin is the closest, so I can get here early in the morning and be all alone. You can skinny dipping, or just soak in it naked, nobody will come, so don’t worry. It feels amazing! You should try it, Mom.” “I don’t know. It would be so embarrassing if someone suddenly showed up.” “How about we come early, Mom? Nobody gets up before 7. We’ll get here at 6, so we have a whole hour. How about that, Mom?” “So early, isn’t the water cold?” "It's not too cold. This creek comes from a hot spring a few miles upstream. So the water's actually a bit warm. Last year's Indian guide told us it's rich in medicinal properties and can cure skin diseases. He said Indians bathe in it as adults, and doctors use it to make medicine. It'll be good for us, Mom. Is that alright?" "Let me think about it, son." "You're not confident you can undress in front of me, are you?" Matthew asked. Mary didn't know how to answer him. He had always been direct and honest, saying whatever came to mind. He was a simple, innocent young man, a quality she admired in her son. So she knew he didn't want to beat around the bush and would answer him directly. "I think so, son. I didn't know it would be a good idea." "Yes, but I think you agree, Mom. I mean, you used to see me naked all the time. And frankly, I don't think you're shy about it. You have a great body, Mom. You should be proud." "No, honey. Of course, I admire my own body. But you're not a little boy anymore, you're a grown man. Just because you're naked in front of me doesn't mean I can be naked in front of you. I'm your mother." "Okay, I won't pressure you. But it's really not a big deal. I've seen naked women before, I've seen pictures in magazines." They stood up and headed back to their cabin. On the way to the dining room for lunch, Mary said nothing. She didn't know if she could control her emotions and reactions to seeing her son naked. She was shocked to see her son naked this morning, which made her react. She felt her nipples harden slightly, and there was a tingling sensation between her legs. She knew this wasn't a good sign, so she didn't want to face the scene again. Matthew was very understanding of his mother. He understood why she refused him; she didn't want him to see her naked body. He had seen her slender, curvaceous body many times, knowing full well that her skin was smooth and supple, and her figure graceful. He often reacted to such a woman, especially during her menstrual period, when her body exuded a strong feminine scent. He found that this made him even more excited, as did her body clinging to her silky nightgown. He knew she, like him, slept without underwear. Whenever he passed her bedroom in the morning, it wasn't her breasts or buttocks that were exposed. He was often attracted to her body, but he never had any erotic fantasies about her. She was his mother; it was simply a son's love for his mother. He liked to hug her, kiss her, and enjoy the feeling of her soft, fragrant body. 2. The next morning, Mary woke up early and lay in bed pondering her son's earlier request. She found it less daunting; it wasn't a big deal. At the same time, she knew very well that she wasn't very confident; could she really handle such an unexpected situation? Finally, she was certain nothing would happen between them, because he didn't even consider such things, and she shouldn't worry either. She felt confident she would get away unscathed. Matthew woke up early and looked at his mother sleeping beside him. She seemed to be fast asleep. Disappointed, he grabbed his clothes and toiletries and left the cabin. Mary heard him close the door and got up too. She knew Matthew had gone to the creek so early. She wanted to surprise her son. She quickly packed her things and went out to chase after him. He reached the creek, stripped off his clothes, and jumped into the water. As he shook the water off his hair, he saw his mother walking towards him. He waved and called out, "Mom, the water's so warm!" Mary put down her plastic bag and began to take off her pajamas, feeling a little nervous. Matthew stared at her, his gaze gradually becoming infatuated, as his mother's curvaceous body slowly unfolded before him. Mary removed her pajamas and looked at her son. She stood on the bank a few steps from him, wearing only her underwear. She saw him staring at her full breasts and slender waist. Then, he turned to her and said gently, "Mommy, you're so beautiful! Come on, jump in. The water's warm, I'll be a dog if I lied." "Thank you for the compliment, baby. Turn your face away." Matthew turned his back to her. Mary seized the opportunity and quickly took off her underwear, as if afraid he would turn around at any moment, and immediately leaped into the water. He turned at the sound and saw her head above water not far from him, swaying from side to side, splashing water droplets everywhere. The water was indeed very warm. She loved the feeling of the water flowing over her bare skin. Matthew smiled at her and said, "Wonderful, isn't it, Mom? I wasn't lying to you." Mary swam towards him, and as she approached, he held out a hand to her, saying, "Come on, let's swim together, around this creek." They held hands and swam together around the creek. Mary was simply being led along beside him. Then she saw him flip over onto his back, kicking his legs and floating on his back. She could see the wet, golden pubic hair between his legs, and his limp penis hanging over his flat stomach. He noticed her staring at him and stopped. "Come on, Mom. Just swimming like this isn't fun. Let's do some exercise. See if you can catch me." Mary nodded and let go of his hand. She was an excellent swimmer, having won many awards years ago in college. The mother and son chased each other along the creek, and just as she was about to catch him, she plunged into the water, trying to capsize him. At that moment, Matthew looked back and found she had vanished. Suddenly, he felt something lift him off the water; it was Mary, her head between his legs, trying to flip him over. Matthew quickly jumped away, pushed her head back underwater, and swam out. When they surfaced, they were almost face to face and burst into laughter at the sight. Mary wrapped her arms around his neck and said, "Oh, son. This is so much fun. You swim really well!" "Yes, it's so much fun, Mom. You're as good as ever. You swim much faster than me." Mary kissed his lips and said, "Thank you. We'd better get out of here before anyone comes." "Okay, Mom. But I want to hug you first. It feels so good!" Before she could reply, Matthew grabbed his mother...She pulled him into her arms, holding him tightly. Matthew gripped her slender waist, pressing their naked bodies together. Mary felt his member between her legs. She felt her nipples harden from his stimulation. Matthew's hands moved down to her buttocks; she could have pushed him away, but she didn't. He grasped her soft, firm buttocks, thrusting forward and kissing her lips. Mary was surprised by his unexpected move and unconsciously opened her mouth. Matthew instinctively slipped his tongue between her lips, kissing his mother as he kissed other girls. Mary couldn't help but moan at his deep kiss, gripping his buttocks tightly. Matthew felt his penis harden; their intimacy excited him immensely. Mary grabbed one of his hands, removing it from her buttocks and placing it on her breast. Matthew immediately placed his other hand on one breast, gently squeezing and kneading her firm breast. Mary groaned, then suddenly snapped back to reality. She shoved him away and plunged into the water, trying to escape. As she dove underwater, she could see his erect penis bobbing gently up and down as he swam away from her. She resisted the urge to touch him and swam back to shore. They both emerged from the water and stood face to face. There was an awkward moment, and Matthew broke the silence by clearing his throat first. "I'm so sorry, Mom. I shouldn't have kissed you like that." Mary swallowed to moisten her throat, watching his long penis slowly soften, and said, "It's okay, baby. I should take responsibility too. You're very handsome; everyone would be attracted to you." She walked over to him and took his soft penis in her hand. She gently squeezed it and said, "It's very beautiful, Matthew. You're a grown man now." "Oh! Mom. Thank you," he replied, placing one hand on hers, which was making his penis hard again. "Your hand feels so good, Mom." Touching his penis, Mary felt her nipples harden. She smacked her lips and said, "I like it hard this way, son. I want to feel that hard feeling. It feels so good!" Matthew didn't have to do anything. The erotic scene was enough to make his penis completely hard and swollen to its limit in his mother's hand. She watched with fascination as it throbbed and gradually grew thicker in her fist. She pulled him closer and squeezed it tenderly. Matthew looked at her with eyes full of love and intense desire. Matthew was clearly not aroused by stimulation and needed release. Mary sensed his urgent need. She said, "Come on, let's go back into the water with Mom." When they were back in the water, Mary grasped his penis and began to slowly masturbate. Matthew held her slender waist with both hands, his hips thrusting in response to her fists, letting out pleasurable moans. Mary looked at his face, giving her beloved son all her love. Just as Matthew was nearing climax, he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. "Oh, Mom. I can't take it anymore. Please...masturbate harder!" Mary slightly parted her legs, pressing his throbbing penis between them. The head of his penis touched her genitals, and Matthew immediately opened his eyes. Realizing his penis was pressing against his mother's genitals, he could no longer control himself, letting out a cry of pleasure. With a cry of intense desire, he grabbed her buttocks and thrust his hips towards her. His penis plunged between her legs, and with a sudden pull, his semen sprayed onto her thighs. Mary quickly stepped back, grabbed his still-erect penis, and began frantically stroking it, helping her son release all his semen. When his testicles were empty from his mother's ministrations, he collapsed weakly onto her. He embraced his mother, and Mary returned the embrace, kissing his lips. "Feeling better now, son?" Matthew simply nodded, offering a weak smile. He felt a little tired from the intense orgasm. He couldn't believe his own mother would masturbate him. But he felt no fear, regret, or disgust. He stared into his beautiful mother's eyes and said, "Mom, that felt so good! How can I thank you? Did we do something wrong?" "You're welcome, son. I'm glad I helped you, baby. It's nothing special when two people love each other. But we'd better get out of here now, or we'll be discovered." "Okay. Let's get out of here quickly." They quickly dried themselves and dressed. On the path back to their cabin, they met a young couple also heading there. The girl asked Mary if the water was warm. Mary nodded and said, "It's wonderful! My son and I had a lot of fun. It was so much fun!"

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