Midsummer's Nights

Reina and her son, Hugo, travel to Picos de Europa for hiking together.

Friends, it is a two part story, with incest (Mother-Son) as a theme.

Hope you like the story.

enjoy

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Having packed the Range Rover with all the supplies that would last us about a week if need be, I signaled towards Mama and waved that I was ready. Even though we were going for five days, or four nights, to be precise, packing up for a couple of days extra made sense, just in case there were any emergencies.

Having grown up in Gijón, I have seen the Asturias Day parade every year to a level that I have gotten tired of. Same for my parents as well. There are two reasons. First, the parade passes right in front of our home on the street abutting Paseo del Muro de San Lorenzo. It was not just the twenty-thirty minutes it took for the parade to pass through, but for the entire day, the zone became a madhouse with tourists from all over the country and Europe. For a family that went out of the way to stay private, this becomes a major headache. Over the years, the excitement of the parade that I had as a young fellow, had waned but to tourists and many Gijónians, the parade is a much-awaited affair of the year. For the last couple of years, we made it a point to take a break around the day of the parade and flee Gijón - always making sure to return before the Great Week. The second reason was that each year one or the other relative - from somewhere in Spain - would want to come visit and see the parade, and it was difficult to say no to them, especially those with a young, enthusiastic child who cared for the parade.

Asturias Day parade itself is always on the first Sunday of August, generally the peak of summer for Gijón, and hence most of us colloquially call it the Midsummer's Day parade. The parade has been an annual affair for a couple of hundred years, though it has grown in scale, and to the best of my knowledge, it has gone on without any break - maybe with exceptions of war and the previous year due to Covid. So in 2021, the parade was much anticipated, and the preparations were heavy with all the pandemic protocols but no less fanfare.  

The trekking trip we had planned was for the three of us, but Dad had to back out because that year his mother had decided at the last minute to come stay with us. Mama and I decided we didn't want to miss the weather and the hike. Dad sacrificed his plan, but pushed both of us to go, as he held back in Gijón with his mother who came in from Santander.

29 July 2021

"Goodbye, grandma" I hugged my grandmother because I assumed she'd be gone by the time we returned.

"Mama, let's go." I urged Mama as she said her goodbyes to Dad and his mother.

"Bye, Reina... Bye, Hugo," echoed Dad waving towards us, followed it up with, "Drive safe, and call me when you have reached"

We left Gijón just after 7AM. The bulk of the distance was on the Autopista along the coast. We went nonstop until I took an exit towards Posada.  

"Mama, would you like to take a small break for coffee or something?" I asked her, having been on the road for over an hour.  

She nodded, "Let's stop at a área de servicio. I want to use the restroom." Another kilometer ahead, I turned the rangerover into a service area. The dashboard clock said the time was half past eight. We were doing good, time-wise, but the road ahead was going to be sharper. We had left the Autopista, and for the next hour, we'd do the Autovia until Poncebos.

Mama got her coffee in the takeaway and picked up two bottles of wine and some snacks. I decided to avoid coffee and picked a cola instead.

I drove even slower than the road would allow until Mama had finished the coffee. We were in Ponecbos in another half an hour, and from there, we would go off-road for a kilometer and a half.

The Range Rover rumbled along the winding dirt road, each bump and sway jerked us vigourously. I stole glances at her profile, the soft glow of the sun catching in the strands of hair that had escaped her loose bun. Blood rushed to her face as she turned pinker and prettier than usual. Mama was barely forty five but looked much younger.  

That I loved my Mama was a given, but it was the way that I loved her was unnatural. I worshiped the floor she walked on, my Mama was the most beautiful woman I knew. She was stronger than any woman I knew, she was also the most kinder. With her soft-spoken voice, she showed the world how a warm, loving person can also be strong with self-confidence, fortitude and grit.  

Ever since I had turned twenty, I was under the impression that I was in love with this woman. No doubt I loved her for who she was, my Mama, but I fell in love when I, by mistake, walked in on her when she was naked. She was asleep and possibly unaware of anyone entering the house. Callously, I entered her room without knocking, not usual for me, and saw her lying naked on her bed. It seemed to me she was half-asleep. An enigmatic smile on her face, no layer of clothing or sheet on her. One of her arms on the bedspread sideways and the other loosely on her tummy, inches above her pubes.

What an image. She did not notice me coming in, nor was I able to utter a word when I noticed her state of undress. I stood there like a slab of stone, with only my eyes scanning every inch of her body. I did not breathe, or possibly I could not breathe, lest I make a noise that would wake her up.

I admired every inch, every curve, every mold on her body and captured that image in my mind forever and ever. A slight move of her hand shook me from reverie, and I backed out of the room as silently as possible. For the last two years, I have been reliving that fortuitous day every night with my dick in my hand.

"Watch Out, Hugo," Mama shouted. I was alerted to a stray mountain goat. I had sufficient space between the car and the animal, but Mama seemed to be aware I had zoned out, alerting me well in time.

"Sorry, Mama," I apologized, also reprimanding myself.

The farm emerged from the trees like a forgotten memory, its weathered wood blending seamlessly with the surrounding forest.   We entered our estate. I parked the car just inside the gate.  

Mama stretched beautifully and soaked in the sun as I took the phone out and messaged Dad that we had reached. She took her small bag and purse, and I started to unload the provisions and finished unloading in two rounds.

We called it an estate, but it was more like a farm, located just south of Poncebos, uphill towards the Ruta del Cares. We had bought this farm a few years earlier from a local farmer and had maintained the farm, having rented it to the original farmer. In exchange for the rent, he maintained the cabin for us, kept the estate clean, and mended the fence around the farm whenever needed, mainly because a wild animal would try to make its way in.

While we often had family friends come and stay at our home in Gijón, we rarely invited anyone to the estate, keeping it a private escape just for our family. We had a good time hiking, trekking, and relaxing. The farm had three large rooms and a sizable sitting section besides a kitchen. Another barn-like of small outhouse for storing supplies, most of it for the farm. The rest of the land was planted with some or the other vegetables.

On the first day, we usually never went for a trek. We used the arrival day to settle in. We would relax, set up our kitchen and supplies, and mostly relax before going for an early morning hike the next day. This time was not going to be any different.

Mama walked around the house tidying small knick-knacks, setting it all up just as she liked it, and I took a tour around the farm, checking the perimeter. Manuel, the farmer, knew of our arrival and after handing over the keys, walked back towards Poncebos.

By the time I returned, Mama had opened our lunch and set it up on the table in case I wanted to eat. She had gone for a shower. Two of the three rooms had bathrooms. My parents used the room that had the bathroom with a metal tub - an old-style bathtub with no tap or plumbing. You would have to fill it up with buckets. To the best of my recollection, none of us had ever used it though. The shower section in my bathroom was supreme though. With an open-air wooden enclosure of sorts. The taps were great, but they had no hot water.

Mama came back after her shower with a towel around her hair and a chequered shirt which she had tied a knot around her slim waist and she wore a hotpants below it, leaving her legs bare for me to appreciate.

I looked at her in admiration, and she smiled back. "You didn't start?" she asked.

"No, mama, I was waiting for you," I replied happily.

We ate as we discussed general stuff, happy to be out of Gijón for the next few days. From the pleasant weather to the farmer, from the vegetables growing at the time to the broken lamp on the patio, and so on.

At times, I wondered if Mama was somehow aware of my infatuation. Was she aware of my forbidden love for her? It never scared me, but deep down, I felt she sensed my feelings towards her. After all, she was my madre, and she always knew what I wanted, right from my childhood, much before I could spell it out.

I relished the layer of forbidden sweetness in our connection, though nothing out of the ordinary had ever played out between us. On the other hand, for the very first time, over the last many visits to the estate, we had come alone. It was just Mama and me.

We spent the evening at the patio. The air was crisp and carried the scent of pine and damp earth. A profound sense of peace settled over us, the silence broken only by the chirping of unseen birds. The cabin had a comforting scent of aged wood.

Mama left me at the patio and went in to make supper for the both of us. I read a little in the calm of the evening. An hour later, we ate at the table and aimed to settle in early because we had to get up for an early morning hike.

As dusk bled into night, the forest around the cabin seemed to awaken. The wind whispered secrets through the trees, and the distant hoot of an owl echoed through the stillness. We sat in the living room, sharing stories and comfortable silences, the light bulb casting dancing shadows on our faces. A sense of intimacy deepened with the fading light, a quiet anticipation hanging in the air.

"Good night, Hugo," Mama said, asking me to go to sleep.

"Good night, Mama," I replied and got up.

We settled into our separate rooms, a comfortable familiarity woven into a place we had been around multiple times. In my room, even after about an hour of settling in, I was still tossing and turning in my bed, unable to sleep. A tinge of anxiety did not let me sleep. I shucked my t-shirt and kicked around my sheet, nestled into my pillow.

There was dead silence all around. All I could hear was a slow whistle of the wind traveling through odd crevices around the cabin. We had grown used to this over the years.

Then, in the dead of night, a sharp, unsettling sound shattered the tranquility. A frantic rustling just outside the cabin's walls, followed by a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. Fear, primal and immediate, gripped me. Mama must have heard it too. The isolation that had felt so comforting moments before now felt menacing.

Mama was the first to react. Mama came from Basque country, having spent her childhood in suburban Bilbao. Her eyes, usually filled with a gentle warmth, now held a determined glint. She tiptoed towards my room and checked on me. I was up and looking towards her as she entered. Her flowing robe, very light on her shoulders, created an image of cape. I realized it was open from the front or was so loose that it seemed open to me from the dark of my room. We could barely see each other in outlines.  

"Stay here, Hugo," she whispered; her voice firm despite the slight tremble.  

She carefully moved on her toes towards the living room and reached for the flashlight that we usually hung next to the main room's light switch. She moved her hands without looking specifically at the objects, as she scanned the doors and windows. She got hold of the flashlight but didn't switch it on.  

She swiftly moved toward the cabinet at the far end of the room and unlatched it. She reached for the shotgun leaning against the back of the cabinet. With decisive movement, she picked it up, holding it with a familiarity that surprised even herself. Moving with a quiet resolve, she crept towards the door, her senses on high alert. Near the main door, she flicked the flashlight on. The beam cut through the darkness of the section of the room near the main door and far into the outer farmland. She balanced the shotgun under her armpit with her finger on the trigger and the flashlight in her left hand. The weight of the shotgun gave her a stark reassurance that she was covered as she softly opened the front door to look outside.  

She stood one step out on the patio without making any noise and scanned the flashlight around to check. She found nothing but she waited for a couple of minutes longer, a little more alert with her hand gripping the shotgun firmly.

I waited in my room, my heart pounding in my chest. I listened intently as she moved around the cabin, checking the windows and doors, the beam of her flashlight dancing across the darkness outside. After what felt like an eternity, she returned, her brow furrowed, the shotgun held securely in her hands. "I didn't see anything specific," she said softly, "but I definitely heard something... something big." 

She went back to the main living room and made another round before returning to my room. She settled the shotgun leaning against the wall near my bed and sat on the bed, with her back towards me, thinking for a very brief moment.

Then Mama switched the flashlight off, pulled the cover, and came next to me.

"I think we should stick together for the night, just in case...", Mama said, announcing that she'll be sleeping in the same bed with me that night. Both of us silently stared towards the ceiling alert towards any noises that would catch our attention, but there was no other disturbance around. After many long minutes, we started to relax and assumed we were safe.

Just as our heartbeats returned to normal, I turned towards her and said, "Mama, you shouldn't have gone out, you know."

Mama turned towards me and smiled, "We are alright. That's what's important." She opened her arms for me, and I moved in towards her.

As we embraced, my head burrowed in her chest, and I soaked in her soft body perfume, possibly a lotion she had applied before getting into bed earlier. The supple mound of her breast comforted my right cheek as I nuzzled in her chest. Mama wrapped her arms around my neck and my back to pull me in, and in the process, I leaned in lower towards her cleavage.

To hug her, my left hand moved behind her and got wrangled into her nightie. Instead of going above it, I eventually got my hand inside her nightie. For a brief moment, I froze, but her warm, soft flesh invitingly coaxed me to move ahead, and move ahead I did. My palm coarsed the path on her waist until I was behind her back. That her waist was bare and my hand inside her nightie sent shockwaves through my body.  

My hand in its endeavour to move behind her back had tugged some of her nightie off from her front, loosening her tie from the front a bit. I realized this only when I felt no fabric around my face. My cheeks and my nose were enveloped in the warm pillowy flesh of her breasts. My mouth was embedded in her cleavage, I could feel her ribs with my lips.

I was scared to death even more than I was when there was a dangerous animal next to the cabin's walls. My palm on her back and my face in her chest were frozen. My legs were oddly tense as well, trying to avoid contact with her. Just as I was conflicted with what I should do, Mama was slowly patting my head. She caressed me slowly, calming me.

The state of numb excitement that I felt must have been overwhelming for me because I cannot remember what happened after that. I must have dozed off.

On the other hand, what I do remember is waking up in the middle of the night. The state of our entanglement had only improved. My face was still burrowed into Mama's chest but my leg had gone high up between hers and the top of my thigh was grounding her panty-covered pussy. My left hand, which I had left on her bare back before going into a deep sleep, had traveled down and was cupping her buttock, pushing her butt firmly into my groin.  

Thank god, my dick wasn't erect - at least not at that point. I must have stirred a little because it made Mama's hands behind my neck and shoulders active again, petting and caressing me, even though she seemed to be sleeping.

Alert to the situation, I took stock of what all I had in my hand, and then I expanded what all I could have.

After I had moved a little, Mama started caressing my head. I flexed my left hand on her butt a little to reconfirm that it was indeed her butt. As an impulse Mama stroked my head a bit more, assuming I was moving in my sleep. I stayed still and let Mama's hand come to a rest. Then I did it again, only to have the same response from her. And I did it after every thirty seconds getting the same response, and then I reduced the frequency to fifteen seconds, squeezing her butt in my hand, and Mama caressed the back of my head each of those times. From then on, with each squeeze of the butt, her pussy got a grind from the top of my thigh as well, and Mama kept complying with her caress on my head.

I changed tack and tried to pull my head out of her chest, which drew a natural reaction from her pulling me back into her. I timed the pullback of my head in line with the butt squeeze and pussy grind and Mama impulsively pulled me back into her chest. I had turned my head in the process and voila, I was reinstalled into her chest, only a few inches to the left. My lips on the soft fleshy right boob were inches away from her nipple. I almost felt it but I dared not open my eyes, lest the movement of my eyelids give away my shenanigans.

I spent the next thirty seconds making the courageous maneuver once more. Butt squeeze, pussy grind, and head pull. The same result, Mama pulled me back. With a determined head turn a fraction of a second before her pull - and with some help of gravity - her nipple was lined perfectly for a clampdown. That's what I did. Lips to Nipple. I intentionally did not open my lips so as to not give away my moves.

I was in heaven, and I made the next move most sensibly, or so I thought.  

Butt squeeze, and pussy grind continued with fifteen-second intervals. Mama's hand stayed behind my head, merely stroking my head but not pulling me in. With each squeeze and grind, I opened my lips a centimeter. Some seven or eight rounds later, my lips were open wide enough around her nipple.  

From that point on our symphony had expanded. Butt squeeze, Pussy ground, Nipple suck, Head stroke.

If my plan was to do this until the end of time, then it was a failed plan. Naturally, my lust-ridden body was responding to the situation. My dick was hard as a rock and was nudging Mama somewhere on her thighs. Also, involuntarily, I had started to suck her nipple heavily, not really caring if she'd wake up.

More importantly, I had no idea the impact all my maneuvering was having on Mama.  

Somewhere in the symphony she also had started to feel the heat. Not only had she woken up, but she was contemplating what was happening and which one of us was doing what. She realized her hand behind my head was pulling me on her nipple with intent, just as her fingers were combing through my hair. Her pussy was doing the downward grind on my thigh and meeting it with purpose and she had already wet the top of my thigh.

I was playing with her nipple with abandon and Mama was caressing my head with one hand and my shoulder with another.  

By the time we got hold of ourselves, we were no longer sleeping and we also knew the other wasn't either. I upped the ante, rolled Mama on her back, and climbed on top of her. I left her right boob and moved to her left, her hands barely left from behind my head.

I spent many minutes making love to her nipple and her boob. We were both in heat and needed some release soon. Things were getting out of hand fast.

I left her breasts and started to kiss my way down her belly. Mama forced my head down with both her hands. I stopped only when I had reached the top of her panties and kissed the edge. My hands on her sides reached into the thin straps and without any delay, I started to pull the straps down.

Those moments seemed like an eternity and Mama was writhing by the time I gathered the panties around her ankles. She kicked them off for me and spontaneously opened her legs.  

Nestled between her thighs I was almost in double mind whether to go up and take her with my dick, or pull myself back down and dive tongue-first into her honeypot. I chose the track I was already on. With her panties out of the way, I stuck back on her pussymound with my lips. Mama recoiled as if I had touched her with electricity.

"mmmmmmaaaahh," her voice came out for the first time.

I was in no mood to delay the pleasure, her pleasure, and gave her pussy lips the first good lick. Her butt rose several inches from the bed to show her state of happiness. Her throaty grunt conveyed her appreciation, "Unnnnnnggggh."

I went to business with relative swiftness and attached my lips to hers. My tongue dove in and found the juices flowing freely. I lapped up as much as I could.

Mama confirmed her permission, "aaaanngh."

After slurping, I cleaned her pussy walls with my tongue and got her shivering.

It took merely three flicks on her clitoris to get her to orgasm, "AUUUUNNGGHHH,   UUUUNNGGHH,   AAAANGH," Mama cried, "UUUNNNGH, AAAH, ANANNAGH."

I held her by her hips to keep her steady and went on licking her clit with hard contact of my tongue until I felt she was on a climb down. I prolonged her pleasure as much as I could.

I stayed attached to her pussy and ensured the juices weren't slipping out. I slurped, licked, drank, and enjoyed her juices as if my life depended on it. It took many minutes to clean every corner of her pussy. When one area was cleaned I moved to the next, only to find the earlier section needed another round of cleaning. In the process, Mama was back on her way up to another climax.

At the right time, I went after her clitoris again. Mama gave away her state of mind with a loud satisfied whimper, "MMMMAAAAUnnnGH," and started shaking violently.

I knew I was onto something good and went for another animated attack on her clitoris. After the first major orgasm, this one took her relatively longer but Mama was writhing all over the place in anticipation. When she reached the hilt, it was no less exhilarating for both of us.

Mama cried out, "OOOOOOHHHHHHHH.... AAANNGH.... UUUUNNNGHHH." 

My arms rolled from under her thighs to the top of her thighs where my hands tried to hold her still even as I licked and cleaned the pussy.

Mama stayed in la-la land for quite a while before slowly relaxing. Her body was still pulsing from the experience.

I spent more than a few minutes inside her pussy, licking around with my tongue, mulling over what to do next. Mama's hand caressed my head appreciating the good job I had done, her hips jerking intermittently.

I stole a look upwards and managed to see the outlines of breasts heaving up and down in the very dim night light that was filtering in from outside. A low tone of bluish-black shine on her glistening body was barely visible to me and that too only because of my proximity.

I had to do something to up the ante. Despite what I had achieved, I was still scared to make my move. Until I had rustled up sufficient resolve I kept my mouth attached to her pussy and licked and played with her clitoris. I had been allowed this, I didn't want to lose this in an attempt for something more.

But I wanted more. After another couple of minutes of licking and playing with her clit, I moved to her pussy mound. Mama whimpered "mmmm," not sure if she was disappointed that I had left her clit while she was slowly climbing up toward another climax or if she was responding in anticipation of my next move.

I kissed her pussy mound and was welcomed by a small strip of hair. I licked my way to her navel, and a slight tickle made her shake. I was not spending too much time, in case she changed her mind. I licked my way up to her breasts and held on to her left nipple between my lips. I flicked my wet tongue on her nipple. The rubber on her nipple was hard. Mama pushed her chest up and shoved some extra breast in my mouth.

If she understood the erratic movement lower somewhere, she would know I was removing my boxers. She didn't say anything. Her hand remained behind my head.

I moved up on her chest and moments later was at face level with hers. I tried to look into her face, which from that up close was distinctly clear to me. Her eyes were closed and passion written all over her face. Her lips were quivering in anticipation of what was going to happen next.

I dove forward and captured her lips in mine. The first kiss I planted was delicate so she knew my intent. The next one was urgent, and she responded with vigor. Her arms flew behind my neck and back to draw me in. We kissed aggressively.  

After a few urgent kisses, I licked her lips to signal my intent, and she allowed my tongue inside. I was playing with her mouth just as I had with her pussy. I licked her tongue and then sucked it as I was doing with her clitoris. She must have tasted a lot of her own juices on my tongue. Mama's hands behind me provided sufficient inward pull to convey her appreciation.

If she realized that my rock-hard dick was poking her pussymound while it was mashed between our bodies, she did not object.

Mama was not surprised when I left her lips for a moment. Both our mouths were open as we took in gasps of air. I detached my lower body from hers, and it allowed my dick to straighten towards her pussy. Mama opened her eyes and caught mine.

I saw the urge in her eyes to proceed, and I lowered my hand towards my dick and held it without looking at the entry. Just as Mama felt the crown of my cock at her pussy, impulsively, she raised her butt from the bed to take some of it in her. Aah, she was craving it as much as I was! Even with her butt raise, all that went inside was an inch and a half. But that was also the broadest part of my cock, and it opened her pussy lips deliciously.  

Mama opened her mouth wide and stopped breathing.

The next part was on me. I lowered my hips and started to sink inside my Mama's pussy. Oh, what a sweet feeling. I was in heaven and I knew it.

A once-in-a-lifetime thing was happening and I wanted it to last a lifetime. As much as I wanted to go in slowly there was no way I could delay it with Mama also pushing her hips up and pulling me with her hands inside.

As I hit bottom, I realized It was the most electric feeling in the world. Making love itself is God's gift to humans but making love like this to your Mama was a feeling I had no words to describe.

I opened my eyes and looked towards Mama. Her eyelids were half open and she was waiting for me. I dove back on to her lips for another few bouts of kisses even as my cock remained embedded inside her pulsing pussy.

Nature has its own way in such matters, and we were humping in no time and forgot the kisses. I tried to maintain eye contact with her even as we made love to each other.

My pent-up desire was bound to flow through my cock and there was not a shred of doubt between us that I was going to flood inside her pussy. It seemed like a given that I wouldn't pull out. Still, Mama brought her hands behind my butt cheeks and squeezed as if telling me to let it rain.

I grunted, "unngh," along with my spray, looking towards her - our eyes locked, and Mama smiled towards me welcoming me inside her.

On the third or fourth jet inside her, Mama released her own climax. Her body and her grip tightened.

With half-open eyelids, both of us tried to maintain eye contact in this overwhelming experience of a lifetime. Our mouths open in ecstasy and our hearts pounding like drums.

I sank on her after my release, our bodies mashed with each other. Trying to not crush her, my hands and elbows absorbed much of my weight on her sides.

Mama and I slept soon after, silently for that moment - leaving the conversation for later. She had turned away from me. I found it difficult to stay away and spooned her from behind, wrapping my arm around her.

Much before the dawn had broken, I had already nestled my cock inside her once more. If I had woken her up, Mama did not complain. She let me make slow love to her from behind. For better access inside her, I snaked my hand between her thighs lifted her right leg, rolled it towards me, and parked it on my hip. This opened her pussy and I joyfully plunged in.  

We were in no rush, we jerked and nudged against each other. Neither of us remember cumming or climaxing. We slept with our bodies intertwined. We held each other close, the sounds of the forest fading into the background as our world narrowed to just the two of us, lost in the moment of our shared intimacy.

Throughout the night, our proximity and the emotions of the moment led to a deepening of our physical and emotional connection. Comfort had turned to closeness, and the unspoken desires between us culminated in our love-filled night.  

30 July 2021

I remembered the alarm was set for 5 AM because we had to leave at 6 AM for our hike. I must have slept in because I did not hear the alarm go off.

I woke with a profound sense of contentment, the memory of Mama's warmth pressed against my side still vivid. I reached out, a smile already forming on my lips, but the space beside me was empty and cool. A pang of disappointment hit me, quickly followed by a surge of longing.

I found Mama in the kitchen, humming softly as she packed the bag. The aroma of coffee filled the air. She looked up as I entered, her smile bright and casual. "Morning, sleepyhead! Sleep well?"

I felt a mixture of confusion and anticipation. I moved closer to her, reaching out to gently touch her arm. "Morning," I murmured, my voice a little husky. I leaned in, intending to kiss her neck.

Mama stiffened slightly, pulling away with a subtle movement. "sandwiches are ready," she said, her tone a little too bright, avoiding my gaze. "Did you hear any more noises last night?"

I felt a flush of embarrassment. I stepped back, realizing I had misjudged the morning. "No, it was quiet," I replied, failing to sound nonchalant. "I didn't hear the alarm go off," I asked inquisitively.

I now noticed the subtle distance she was maintaining, the way she avoided any physical contact. It seemed to me she was trying to avoid discussing our sexcapade of the previous night.  

She looked towards me and said, "We were tuckered out from last night, what with the animal noises keeping us up. I silenced the alarm and slept in until half-past five and was going to wake you around six." I looked towards the wall clock and it said just after 6 AM.  

"So, we'll be an hour late, but the weather seems to be perfect for a day of hiking," she chimed, maintaining the illusion of it being just like any other day in our life.

Perplexed, I got ready and decided to play along just as she wanted. I was in any case unsure what and how to address the night's events. Should I have apologized? Should I have opened my heart to her and own up - that I had been dreaming of it happening every day?

We were out of the farm by 7 AM with our backpacks, our bottles, and our trekking poles. We didn't have much navigation equipment because we had done this trek multiple times. We knew it well.

We started toward Cain on an eleven-kilometer one-way trek. One of the most scenic and one of our regular treks we were used to. We always started our trekking week with that hike. The hike usually had a fair share of hikers but given the pandemic, the number of hikers was very few, just a couple ahead of us or a few behind us. With two short breaks, we reached Cain around 11 AM. Much slower than our usual timing. But we seemed to enjoy the pace.

Mama and I were chatting about random stuff, mostly enjoying each other's company. With stretches of comfortable silence, we relished the event-free hike to Cain, which was mostly flat but with a sharp descent of about a kilometer, on the whole.

We chose to sit in the shade for our picnic lunch. We stretched out and soaked in the lovely mountains towering above us, and the landscape view around us. Fresh air filled our lungs and the sun was pleasant for the middle of the day.  

"Would you like some juice," Mama offered.

"Yes, Mama. Thank you." I opened my flask cup and let her pour from her flask that she was carrying.

Around 2 PM, we started on our way back to Poncebos. On the way we took a small detour we were generally fond of, a small nook, which gave us a view further down below into the canyon. The return was an ascent and slightly tougher for the way back. But Mama and I managed it well, given our fitness level. We took The Route of the Cares along the gorge that nature had carved in the mountains.

The day unfolded with Mama acting as if our night of intimacy had never happened. We discussed the previous night's 'scare' and she spoke about what she had noticed - or could not see. The rest of our conversation remained around our hike.

If I had started the hike day distracted, with each hour passing by, my disappointment was rising because I felt Mama wanted to brush aside our eventful previous night as a one-off, possibly to avoid any expectations I might have. In my heart, I knew what had happened was in all probabilities a one-off and I must not expect it to repeat, but how could I not? All my dreams had come true in a matter of one night, and must I let them wither away just like that? True, I would have a lifetime of memories from just one night, but I craved more. I prayed to God to grant me this wish.

With phases of comfortable silence between us, which wasn't unusual per se, we somehow managed to have a good hike. Coupled with a lot less sleep the previous night, we managed to tire ourselves a bit more than we usually would on the first of our hikes.  

By 5 PM we were back at the farm. Mama took the first shower and returned in an oversized shirt and slacks. Her shirt had a couple of buttons undone at the top so it sloped off her left shoulder. The slacks hugged her slim legs nicely, only the lower part of which was visible because of the shirt going all the way past her thighs.

I went for my shower as Mama busied herself in the kitchen.

We settled on the patio for an evening of coffee. Mama took her wine and we silently saw the sun go down.

We spoke of the hike from earlier that day and the lack of crowds. The conversation was light and easy, just like the day before. The hike was beautiful, but my mind was preoccupied.  

I tried a few times to bring up the previous night, to gauge her reaction, but she deftly steered the conversation back to the scenery or the trail. I observed her closely, she didn't give away much. I had accepted the reality that my dreamlike stage had ended with the break of dawn earlier that morning.

Mama had prepared paella, which she knew I loved. We ate in our bowls at the table and chatted about what was going to come the next day. We were going to go for a steeper hike the next morning.

Mama said, "I think we should sleep on time. We have to get up early."

I nodded, "Yes, Mama." I agreed as I filled my mouth with another spoonful.

Mama ate sparingly and drank another glass of wine. "Did you message Leonardo? I had asked you to." Mama remembered she had asked me to message Dad when she had gone in for her bath.

"I have Mama." I added, "I tried calling but he was not answering his phone, so I left a message."

At around half past eight I went back to my room alone as Mama cleaned the table and removed all dishes and glasses.

I changed in the bathroom and moved towards my bed in my boxers. I looked around and saw the shotgun leaning against the wall where Mama had left it. I was momentarily amused, she wasn't usually that careless to leave the shotgun like that, in the open. But quickly my mind moved towards the hours that had come to pass immediately after she had come in with the shotgun.

I leaned back on the bed and was staring towards the ceiling. It must have been ten or fifteen minutes and then the door opened.  

A dim moonlit night beamed rays of bluish light into the room from my window. I must have forgotten to pull the drape completely before I settled down in my bed. I could barely see her silhouette because the lights of the house behind her were shut off, and the lights in my rooms were off as well.

The flowing garment around her shuffled as she walked. As she moved closer, I could see her face. She gave a low smile, and said, "You know... just in case we get another surprise guest like last night, maybe we should stick together."

I was dumbfounded. With luck raining on me, I had no way of containing my excitement and was saved only by the dim light that she couldn't see me grinning from ear to ear.

Mama assumed my silence as a confirmation of her suggestion. She moved a step closer and climbed on the bed. At first, she sat with her back towards me and after a moment or two, slipped back towards the pillows and laid back straight on her back.

I turned to face her. Mama turned to face me. As she opened her arms for me, I moved forward and sank my face into her chest. Mama folded her arm wrapped around behind my back and her hand caressed my head.

I took my time thanking God for all the kindness in granting me this wish that I had been praying for all day.

Somewhere during the next hour, I devoured her breast as if I were a famished baby in desperate need of milk from his Mama's breast. My Mama was letting me have it all, as she stroked and patted my head lovingly.

The hour after that was spent between her thighs, where I sucked and licked her pussy to my heart's content. After which I climbed on top of her, to reach her mouth and we kissed each other to our heart's content. By then she had already creamed twice.

Then I made passionate love to her. I slept in her arms, in a full frontal embrace.

Before the break of dawn, I was making love to her again, as if remembering the previous night's count and tallying it properly.  

31 July 2021

Mama broke away in the early hours of the morning around 6 AM and let me sleep in.

I was not dejected the next morning when the routine repeated. I woke up alone, found Mama cheerfully making breakfast, and I sensed the day would proceed with no mention of our intimate night.

Mama suggested, "Since we have got up late instead of the hike to de la colina let's go towards the river. We won't be able to make it back in time in the evening."

I looked at the clock and realized that even though we were only an hour late, it made sense. Despite all the rush, we still needed some rest.

I replied, "Mama, that's a great idea, we'll do the de la colina hike tomorrow, maybe."

I enjoyed the fact that the conversation was as normal as possible. With great help from Mama, we weren't addressing the obvious, at least not now.

I went for a shower first and returned ready. I settled at the table while Mama went for her shower and to get ready.

Mama wore a beautiful vest that hugged her chest and loose trousers. Her lovely bare shoulders and arms made me happy.

Mama picked a sandwich in a rush and ate on our way out. I had packed the bags for the both of us.

We headed towards the gorge and halfway down, took a detour towards the river. Another few hundred meters and we were welcomed by River Cares at a point where the stream was calmer than usual. I clocked the time, we were slower than usual but had made it there in under two hours.

The sun rays filtered through the trees politely, and the slow wind lightly drew our attention to the gorge. The silence was broken only by birds chirping and an odd owl making noise. The water, though flowing, made very little noise in the backdrop. Thankfully, there were no tourists or hikers.

We strolled along the river and found a spot we liked. The cool water looked incredibly inviting.

"Mama, this looks fine," I offered.  

She surveyed the surroundings and nodded, "Yes." 

We found our secluded spot and proceeded to shed our clothes. I was faster in taking the initiative and entered the water in my underwear. The initial shock of the cold water was invigorating. Acclimatising quickly, I reached a distance until I was chest-deep and turned. I wanted to be in a perfect position to see her undress and walk in. I felt smart.

Mama had been shuffling our bags to position them away from the water. Then she slowly removed her trousers to reveal what looked like cycling shorts to me. I was surprised by her choice. I had seen Mama in underwear many times, even in the presence of my dad in fact.

Belatedly, Mama went after her vest and pulled it off to reveal a nice black sports bra she had on. She had come prepared for a dive in the river, and the remainder of her outfit, after she took off her trousers and vest, seemed like a wrestler's garb to me.

Mama smiled in my direction as she walked at a nice slow pace towards the water. A small impulsive reaction came to her face; she opened her mouth wide just as she touched the cool water. With each step she walked in, I kept looking in her direction, thanking God for bringing me in her life.

As we swam, the playful energy between us was more pronounced than before. We splashed each other, laughing.

At one point, Mama slipped on a mossy rock, and I reached out to steady her, my hands gripping her waist. This time, she did not pull away immediately. Our bodies were close, the cool water flowing around us. Our eyes met, and a different kind of spark ignited in her gaze. Mama leaned in and gently kissed me on the cheek, a soft, fleeting touch that sent a jolt of electricity through me, despite its innocuousness. "Thank you," she said, apparently for saving her from the fall.

We continued to swim. Physical contact, a lot more frequent and less accidental. Our hands brushed, our legs bumped beneath the water. There was a palpable tension building between us. However, when I tried to deepen a lingering touch, Mama gently but firmly moved away, a playful but resolute look in her eyes. "Let's just enjoy the swim," she said, her voice a little breathy.

Twice coming out for breaks, we spent a long time in the river, the air thick with unspoken desires. By the time we returned to the cabin, the sun was behind clouds, and we were both physically and emotionally charged. On our way back, I could not help glancing innumerable times towards her chest, which was contained in the vest but now without a bra.

We settled on the patio for our coffee and wine. I let Mama sit for longer and went for my shower. I fought the urge to masturbate, hoping Mama would allow me another night of lovemaking. Before starting dinner, Mama went for her shower. She returned in a cardigan and jeans. The weather was cooler than usual with some overcast conditions. It seemed like it would rain.

"I have messaged Dad. He isn't answering his phone," I informed Mama.

"He must be busy with his mother," Mama said, as she busied herself with dinner.

Mama made some vegetable and pasta soup. A large warm portion would do us good given that we had been in cold water most of the afternoon.

I observed her closely, a growing understanding dawning on me. She seemed to compartmentalize our relationship, keeping our physical intimacy strictly confined to the darkness of night. But I needed another night of the same to put a stamp on my rationale.

Until supper was over I was tense in excitement. Mama tried to keep the conversations going, "Do you think there is any merit in maintaining this farm?"

"Mama, you know I love it here. You also do.. don't you?" I was surprised at her question.

Mama smiled, "Oh, I do...." she said. After another spoonful of her soup, she added, "I was wondering if it made sense to remove the farm from the estate and convert it into a bigger house with a garden."

I was amazed at the idea, and after thinking about it for a moment, I asked, "But... why?"

"It's just a thought..." she mentioned and swatted her hand as if it was a pointless suggestion and we should change the subject.

After spending some time talking about home, I took charge of the dishes and the cleanup. Mama did the round of the farm and ensured all our doors and windows were bolted shut. By the time I reached my bedroom, Mama had gone into her bathroom to change for the night.

I was a nervous wreck in anticipation of whether she would come to my room to spend the night, or not. I moved swiftly and removed my clothes and hastily brushed. I reached my bed in my boxers and waited for Mama to appear. Every minute that passed was filled with fright that it might not happen. As soon as I heard the first light switch go off I started praying. With each switch flickign off thereafter, my prayers grew more intense.

Mama came through my open door and found me on the bed with my back on the headboard.

"Not saying I'm scared, but if another wild beast shows up, I'd rather not face it alone," Mama said as she approached the bed. On the way, she flicked the switch that I had intentionally left on. I wanted to get a good look at her coming in.

She had the same nightie gown, a lightweight garment that flowed around her with her each step. The strap held the panels together but gave away the fact that there was nothing under it. Lower below, the panels stayed together, depriving me of any view inside.

Mama sat on the bed, with her back towards me, and after a moment's pause turned around to lay straight with her face towards the ceiling.

In my excitement, I had already turned towards her and waited for her to do the same. And then she did, with a smile on her face that made me fall in love with her all over again.

Mama opened her arms and wrapped me inside her bosom. I snaked my hand behind her, from inside her nightie, and caught her butt cheek in my hand. I pulled forward and mashed my groin with hers.

I gave her breasts an hour long of sucking - or what seemed like an hour. Then I spent another hour licking her pussy - or what seemed like an hour. Followed by countless kisses all over her and then some necking.

Mama was already crooning like a nightingale in her climaxes, and I was yet to enter her.

I made love to her with passion and vigor. It felt as if I was in heaven, and I wanted it to last a lifetime.

Before daybreak the next morning, I had made love to her once more, ensuring my tally did not fall short.

Midsummer's Day Parade, 1 August 2021

I woke up alone, the pattern now firmly established. I found Mama planning our exploration of the hidden waterfall. We had already been there last summer. I decided to test my theory again. As we were getting ready, I reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from her face, my touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary.

Mama's smile faltered slightly. She gently took my hand and moved it away. "We should get going if we want to make it there before it gets too hot," she said, her tone neutral but firm, again avoiding my gaze.

I nodded, a sense of resignation settling over me. I now understood. During the day, we were Mother and Son, enjoying the outdoors. But the night belonged to a different, more intimate part of our relationship that Mama seemed determined to keep separate from our daytime interactions. She seemed to be locking out the intimacy we shared.

We left even later than usual and moved out of the estate around 10 AM. The hike to the waterfall was beautiful, and we enjoyed the stunning views. It took us much less time to reach as the waterfall was nearer. The angle of the waterfall was sideways for us. We were neither at the drop location nor at the top, we were somewhere in the middle where the view was splendid. The drop location of the fall was rocky and almost unreachable.

We hiked to a different vantage point to kill some time. The hike back to the farm was uneventful. After returning and freshening up, we drove to the village and picked up some more groceries, and Mama picked another bottle of wine.

We ate at a local village Deli and chatted about the nice, quiet life in the village. The owner knew who we were and welcomed us.

We were not really tired by the time we returned to the cabin. I messaged Dad and we spent the next couple of hours on the patio playing a game of quiz. Mama was fond of history and quiz. Growing up I had become used to Mama asking me innumerable questions in the form of quiz, generally historical and informative. I had ended up liking the habit over time.

Mama got supper ready while I took my shower. After getting dinner ready, Mama went for her shower. I stayed back in the sitting room, reading, while I waited for her to join me. It was a little early for dinner.  

Mama appeared in a red dress. It was a modest, long dress that hugged her body everywhere.

"Mama, you look beautiful..." I blurted spontaneously.

"Thank you." She smiled, soaking in the compliment.

She joined me near the table. She looked around for her purse and found it near the shelf where it had been kept for the last few days.  

I followed her with my eyes. She dished out her phone and started scrolling, "I was hoping we make our dinner a little more formal tonight?"

"All right...." I could not think of what else to say.

Before I could collect myself, music started playing from her phone. 'Oh, she had been looking for music from her phone.' I smiled.

I opened my hand towards her and knew what she wanted. Mama loved to dance. Often at home, she'd make Dad dance with her, and whenever Dad was tired, she'd ask me to dance with her.

I naturally extended my hand, and we started by giving her a ceremonial twirl to begin with. Slow dance music which was her favorite, played from the phone and filled the room. I was only glad to hold Mama in my arms and sway for her pleasure. For the next hour, we danced to many of her favorite songs, some faster than others but mostly romantic slow numbers that thankfully ensured she was swaying in my arms. In between songs, she'd let her head rest on my shoulder only to remember the moves and start swaying again.

We were both natural at dancing, the moves were well-practiced from earlier. The only difference that day was that my hand on her back was much lower, and my body was much closer to hers, and she hadn't complained about any of those.

We sat back for dinner, laughing and happy. Our dinner had gone cold but neither of us cared.

We were looking forward to an eventful night ahead - at least I was. To an extent I was pretty sure, Mama was as well.

I went ahead to my room and settled in after brushing. I shucked my clothes and reached my bed in my boxers. Laying back, I waited for Mama to come. I didn't need to pray any more, I was confident she was going to come.

Mama cleaned up in her bathroom and after doing a recce of the main rooms for windows and doors, started flickign off the lights.  

She entered my room and flicked the light switch. Her nightie robe gave away the fact that she had nothing under the nightie. I couldn't see her legs as the tie-strap held the lower half closed.

Mama came near the bed and sat on the side with her back towards me. As I expected, she turned after a few moments and lay back on the bed before turning towards me. I was waiting for the invite. Mama smiled and opened her arms for me. A second later, I was nestling inside her chest, and less than a minute later, I was suckling on her breast like a baby to his mother.

I had championed the routine by then, a passionate sucking of her breasts, a lot of tongue and teeth on her nipples to get her excited. But after a brief round on her breasts, I changed track and moved up towards her mouth. If she was surprised, she didn't show. She welcomed me with all her heart. I started kissing and tonguing her. Our kisses were urgent and sloppy. If Mama's mouth was dry and I made it all wet with my passionate kisses. I pulled on her nightie gown which didn't seem to have a shred under it. My hands reached inside and I played with her breasts.

It would be very remiss of me to not mention that Mama had not given an excuse before entering my room and getting in bed with me. I wondered why that thought crossed my mind at that moment. High with exhilaration, I leaned down and took part of her neck between my lips. I spent the longest time on her neck and had her purring. I was confident that it would work with her, but boy, was I going to be surprised what else could work for her.

On my way down, I recaptured her left breast and lapped it with kisses and licks as if a dog were greeting its owner. Then I swirled my tongue around the nipple and sent shivers down her spine.

Mama's mind reeled in lust. Her hands behind my head beckoned me to never stop. I gratefully continued my dedicated service to her nipple and the entire breast.  

Mama's pussy needed positive stimulation, urgently. She pushed my head to get a move on. Her hands expressed her desire. I misread her push as if she wanted me to go down on her pussy. So down I went, kissing, licking, and sucking - until I had reached the place of my birth. I appreciated it with reverence and then started paying my obeisance.

My tongue reached out and gave her pussy the much-needed first lick. She was spasming by then. Her hands pulled on my head clutching my hair in between her fingers. Had she not been pulling me inside her pussy I would have assumed it was a distress call of some kind.

By then, her throat was sending deep guttural grunts. She was cumming. I lapped her juices as if it was manna from heaven. Long after she had settled I showed no interest in coming back out of her pussy.

She lazed until I got her back high again and got her close to a climax all over again. She was spasming in no time and cumming on my tongue.

And before she had settled down, I changed gears and moved an inch lower and went into her ass crown and that had her writhing in shivers. She cried out loud, "AAAAHhhh," and then a longer "UUUUNNNGHH."

By the time she came back to earth, she was laying spread eagle in the bed, her gown split open, her hair strewn and her head rolling on the pillow. I was still in between her numb thighs clearing up the mess she had made.

Mama pushed me out of her pussy with some struggle. Instead of coming off, I kissed and moved up on her stomach, and her breasts, and reached her lips.

I took her lips and we kissed heartily. She hungrily pulled out every bit of her juice from inside my mouth as if I had drawn out more than I was allowed to. She sucked my tongue and the inside of my mouth, cleaning it well.

I do not recollect when we slept, but, for sure, there was no movement for a long while as we lay embraced.

I must have been dreaming, or so I thought because Mama's hand was playing with my dick. The fact is that we hadn't slept, Mama had zoned out after a specially passionate pussy licking she had received. Somewhere in the post-climactic sweetness, Mama had started playing with my dick. Her mouth was on my shoulder, my arm holding her close and she bent forward to kiss on my nipple.

I remember now. It was the tickle on my nipple that had brought me back to reality. My hand behind her back lowered to her butt and caught hold of her cheek for a squeeze. Our hands had gotten busy; I was grabbing her butt cheek and she was playing with my dick. Mama started to roll about, trying to find the best angle. And then we found it.

I lay on my back, and Mama had rolled on top of me. My dick squished between her pussy mound and my belly. An evident proof of my state of excitement.

Mama decided to do the most beautiful thing I can remember. She lifted her head from my chest and pushed herself up. She used her palms on my chest to lever her way up and kept going until she was sitting. Her knees fell off on my sides, as I straightened my legs under her weight.

Her pussy was layering my dick with cream. She moved slowly forward and back, acknowledging my erection with her pussy.

I was wincing. My face was expressive of my lustful state.

She moved her hand down, picked her butt up, and simultaneously gripped my very wet dick between her fingers.

I let out a low moan, "Mammaaa."

She aimed the head of my dick into her pussy lips. She must have heard my heart pounding like a drum. It could very well have been hers for that matter. Or maybe it was both of ours.

And then she slid down.

Savoring every inch of my cock entering her, Mama slid down as slowly as mother nature could allow.

Her eyes closed in disbelief at what she was doing or possibly because of extreme pleasure. She was loving every moment of it and every inch of it.

There was no pleasure purer, no love denser than what she was experiencing.

I thanked God at that moment. I wonder why, but my mind, although reeling in lust, thought it appropriate to thank God.

Mama opened her eyes and looked down towards me, her son. I had my hands on her waist and was helping her move. She got hold of my hands and helped them move up to her breasts, encouraging me to play with them. I was ecstatic.

Once she had enveloped my entire cock inside her pussy, she held still to savor the experience. After a reasonable time of holding on, she started to move a little. Initially, just her butt - to experience the feel of my cock inside. Then the moves transitioned to her upper body as well.  

Mama tried like hell to move just forward and back, to ensure not an inch of my cock comes out of her, no matter what the reason. She rolled her butt in a kneading motion, squeezing her pussy muscles to hold on to my cock, hugging it tightly.

At some point, she had switched to bucking and rocking. It was clear, that Mama was swooning.

Suddenly, Mama started to cum. She was looking into my eyes when it started. Her orgasm shook her so much that her mind must have felt numb. Mama felt as if she had used drugs and she was high. The feeling was the greatest she had known.

Mama shouted a big grunt when she came, "MMMMMUUUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH."

Just then, I sprayed my release inside her. I could not hold out any longer. I shot my first string inside her, with an "aaaannnnnggh."

Mama kept jerking and spasming, her orgasm stretched further as her pussy sipped string after string from my cock. Each string hit her pussy walls but they were having an impact on her mind. Her pussy squeezed for more, and exhilaration ran through her - reaching her mind and she kept on spasming until I too had stopped cumming.

She fell forward on my chest, towards the end of her jerking and spasming, and we were writhing into each other's bodies. I held her in my arms firmly to not let her fall off of my chest. My cock had pulled out halfway.

We lay like that for a long while settling down, letting our heartbeats come back to normal.

Eventually, my cock slipped out as it lost its strength, and I allowed her to roll off my side. As I did that, I turned along with her. We lay embraced for the longest while, kissing in small pecks to appreciate each other.

We slept in each other's arms, embracing. If in the middle of the night, one of us would stir, we would start slowly kissing and then go back to sleep.

A few hours into the night and we seemed to have slipped into a deep sleep and I had let her slip from my clutch-hold.

In the middle of the night, Mama must have felt a bit cold, because she turned her back towards me and pulled herself back into my front. My body heat helped get her back to a comfortable, cozy warmth. My natural reaction as she moved in was to wrap my arm around her and pull her in deeper, spooning her. My flaccid but warm dick caressed her butt. My hand came on down her front and lovingly held her tit. My warm breath heated her neck. The rhythm of my breath lulled her back into sleep.

It was natural that if I was warming her up, she was doing the same to me. Less than an hour later, my dick had gone full mast. It had to be accommodated between her thighs because both of us didn't want an inch of space between us. My dick found warmth from all sides, especially, and directly, from her pussy that it was laid against.

I became impatient and removed my hand away from my prized possession - her tit, and moved my hand down her front, towards her thighs. I hooked my fingers between her thighs and pulled the upper one toward myself. As I pulled her leg back onto my hip, she naturally had to turn a little, pushing her shoulder into my chest.

The angle opened Mama's pussy for me and I politely started to enter. She was half awake and loving this sensation every bit.

She purred her confirmation, "mmm". Her head also turned slightly towards me in the process. My butt made an upward move, and I was more than halfway home. I must have felt that there was a possibility of freezing that position and staying inside and sleeping in that languorous feeling. But I was so wrong.  

If I wasn't twitching every couple of seconds, then Mama was squeezing her pussy. It did not take long for me to start bucking upwards and then pull back and go back in and pull back a little. The thrusts were so small that they felt luxurious and laid back.

After a few minutes of these nudges and thrusts, we were both awake and bucking, mostly me.

My hand came up Mama's front and played with her tits, happily groping and squeezing. Mama made soft moaning sounds, "mmmmmmmm," telling me not to stop, please.

The lovemaking was so genuinely relaxed and laid back that I can't remember which one of us climaxed first and when we went back to sleep.

All night I kept pulling her near and she slept in my arms like a toy.

Early in the wee hours of the morning, there was a slight chill in the air. Mama nudged me awake.

"Hugo...." she said slowly.

"Hmmm..." I asked, confirming I was listening.

"Can you look at the thermostat, please?" she groggily asked me.

I stirred awake at her request and got on all fours to look for the thermostat, only to realize that the place had no thermostat. We were at the farm and the place had no thermostat. The slight chill we were feeling was because the weather had turned somewhat and we had not pulled the covers all night. I drew the covers on both of us and hugged her from the front. Instead of trying to sleep, we went to business.

I took her mouth and made love to it. My tongue went in and played inside her mouth only to retreat and then repeat the same once more. After every four or five times my tongue traveled into her mouth and she would send hers into my mouth once.

My hands caressed her back and she held my shoulder loosely. I lowered one hand on her butt and played into the crack, not completely sure if intentionally. But when I reached her ass hole she twitched. I didn't stop. I kept on the dual attack of my tongue in her mouth and my digits caressing her rear hole. Her butt had relaxed when I politely slid my finger in and she tensed suddenly.

It was only then that she realized that I had raised her leg and pulled on top of my thigh. I had again opened her pussy for me. My cock did the rest and smoothly entered inside even as she twitched on my finger in her butt.

With the three-pronged stimulation, she was spasming before I had started pistoning.

We made love like that for a decent amount of time before I started bucking regularly and came inside her with a grunt.

We slept entangled, only to wake up in the morning. Thrice in a night was good enough to take the wind out of any forty-five-year-old. The count of her climaxes was a few more though.  

I doubt if Mama had received such solid fucking since her honeymoon, or even at her honeymoon for that matter.

2 August, 2021

Mama was gone by the time I was up. Despite having unlimited luck over the last four days, I was going to wake up disappointed. We were to return later that afternoon. I was almost certain this nightly gift from God would end as soon as we were out of the farm, in fact it had already ended.

I was still tossing around in the bed that I remembered Mama had suggested we re-do the farm into a formal residence. What was that about? Did she mean we could relocate here? Did she mean I would come live with them? Was that an offer to spend nights with me, if this was a locational thing? What about Dad then? Wouldn't he also be here if we moved?

I had no idea what was going on. After a while, I gave up thinking and got up to get ready.  

Wafts of aroma from the morning cooking reached my nose as soon as I stepped out of the room and went towards the main hall.

Mama had got the breakfast ready. I was extra late that morning and Mama was ready as well. She wore a beautiful full-length summer dress that reached her knees. It was bright outside and the weather seemed to be clear.

"Good morning, Mama," I called out from behind her. I reached her, wrapped my arms around her waist, and kissed her neck. I didn't mean it as a sexual overtone, but yet she cringed and got herself free from my arms.

Her tone suggested I was overreaching, but she did say, "Good morning, Hugo," only to add, deflecting, "Why don't you sit? I have made breakfast."

Even though I was disappointed, I stepped back and moved towards the table. She cheerily noticed that I had already showered and was ready, and happily served me breakfast - eggs, toast, sausage, and coffee.

"Mama, when do you want to start?" I asked her about our return trip.

"Hugo, I was wondering if you don't mind us spending another day here. I kind of like it here. We haven't done enough hiking on this trip."

I just about choked on hearing that. My mouthful of toast and egg nearly froze. I stopped chewing. Mama looked towards me in surprise, smiling, waiting for my answer.

The extended pause was much longer than generally when we converse. It took me quite a while to realize that she was waiting for me to answer.

With my mouth full, I started nodding. I jerked my head so violently in excitement that Mama started to chuckle seeing my response.

We were sitting at the patio an hour later, Mama called Dad, "Leo, Hi, how are you doing..... oh, she's gone?..... all right,..... no..... Hugo and I were thinking of spending another day here........ we haven't done much hiking on this trip.... we can do with some more..... No..... sure...... can do.... okay.... Bye.... love you."

I overheard her side of the conversation with Dad and was looking towards her when she nodded towards me and confirmed we were staying for another day. I was grinning like a village idiot. Mama smiled back in return.  

If her suggestion was to take an additional day in Poncebos for another day of hiking, she never suggested we go for one. Around noon, she suggested we go for lunch in to the village. Instead of taking the car, we walked the couple of kilometers and sat comfortably in the Deli and ate. Mama took a glass of white wine. The leisurely lunch lasted over an hour, and we talked about the pandemic, and other general stuff.

After lunch we walked back slowly taking a slightly longer route. Mama went into her room for a short nap and I spent my time reading outside on the patio.  

Mama returned fresh and changed. She was wearing a fitted top and slacks. She suggested, "Would you like to go for a hike." 

The timing was odd, but I had no reason to object, "Sure, let me change."

Seeing that I had not objected, Mama stated the obvious, "Let's keep it a short one. We don't want to get caught up somewhere post-dark."

I nodded my agreement. It was already past three and not a good time for a longish trek.  

We decided to do a short route to the top of the hill next to a farm. This was more of a superficial hike. By no stretch something we as a family were used to. But I guess we had just ticked a checkbox.

By half past five in the evening, we were back and Mama busied herself with a meal - chicken, patatas a lo pobre, salad, and bread. I got in the shower and returned to find her finishing up.

Mama took her shower and returned in a simple shirt and shorts. The shirt, as it was hanging out, reached her thighs. Her cotton formal shorts reached her lower thighs and looked very nice.

The compliment was natural, "Mama, you look very beautiful."

Mama smiled and mouthed a 'thank you.'

Mama and I discussed the plan for the coming week as we ate slowly. Mama sipped her glass of wine.

"Our office has asked us to start coming in physically at least twice a week. I received the email a couple of days back."

Mama looked surprised, even though she knew this would come up eventually.  

"After partial restrictions were lifted from the 1st of August, we have been asked to start a hybrid work pattern."

She nodded and tried to ask, "Hybrid?" 

"This would mean I can work from home three to four days a week but would have to go to the office one to two days a week for the next few months or until the new decision is taken."

"How does that work?" she asked, "Haven't you been working online already."

I smiled and replied, "Yes, that's how it will be for the days I work from home." It was clear that I would be going to Madrid soon where my office is. For the moment it was going to be two days a week. But the Madrid to Gijón was a good five hours by car. I still hadn't figured out what that meant for me - How am I going to do it, If I am going to do it.

"I could club the two days together and come back for the rest of the five days to Gijón," I mused, "but I will see if I can return every week or not. It would depend on how the work is scheduled." I thought it was best to leave the option open.

Mama was mulling over the thought of my returning. She and Dad were getting used to my being around again over the last year, what with Covid restrictions et all.

When we turned in for the night, I was in no doubt Mama would join me again at night, so we could stick together lest the dreaded animal reappears.

I brushed and went to bed in my boxers and waited for her to come. After some time Mama started clicking away the light switches everywhere and turned up in my room. She wore the same nightie gown she had been wearing the previous nights, wrapped in the same style. It was open enough at her chest to show me that there was no bra but was tied at her waist to ensure it was holding the bottom concealed.

After flicking the light off, Mama walked to my bed and sat with her back towards me. Eventually she turned to lay back. As she turned towards me, smiling, she found me waiting to be invited in her arms. She wrapped her arms around me.

I was in no rush and took my time kissing her chest innumerable times before reaching for her breast and licking and sucking my way to her nipple. After tons of sucking and licking and playing with her nipples, which now stood at attention, I moved up towards her mouth. I stopped at her neck and kissed her plenty until she was purring her approval, "mmmmm."

It took me a good while to reach her mouth and we kissed like teenagers, playing with each other's tongues. My hands were busy playing around with her body even as my lips scoured every nook in her mouth.

It seemed Mama was feeling the urgency of getting fucked and fast. When I tried to make my way down on her chest to reach into her pussy, she pulled my shoulders and held me there near her face.

Her hand went down between us and she patted around to find my dick covered in my boxers. I understood what she wanted and pulled my hips up and dragged the elastic down with one hand. The boxers only needed to go until my thigh because Mama had got hold of my dick in her hand and was aiming for her pussy.

As soon as the head of my cock was planted between her pussy lips, Mama raised her hips to envelope the full dick in but all she could draw in was the crown of my cock. Her mouth was open in a gasp. I was right in her face and saw her expression, her need, her urge.

I did not delay her pleasure one bit and pushed down my butt and delivered my full cock inside her pussy in a swift inward motion.

Mama exhaled as if she had been lifted off of a bed of fire. She was very much in heat and my pole inside her was supposedly going to cool her off. But anatomy works differently. I stayed still inside her pussy for the longest while and let her savor the feeling. She squeezed my cock with her pussy muscles to confirm, to acknowledge, and to welcome her son's cock inside. I allowed her to make the first move. Mama seemed to be in a calm state after having gotten my cock inside her. Her pussy vibrated, pulsed, and squeezed, again and again. She was playing with my cock. I enjoyed looking into her face as she worked her pussy muscles.

Mama did not recall when her butt started to buck and push as if signaling me to make love to her. I had started slow shoves in the form of nudges and eventually pulled out an inch or two before going back in. The most beautiful expression came across her face just as I was withdrawing those two inches - lines on her forehead appeared as if anxiously questioning the retreat and then as I pushed back deeper again, the lines on her forehead would disappear and her lips would spread in the most loveliest of smiles. If I could do that all night I would have.

Our strokes became longer and urgent and we reached a point of no return within the next few minutes, both climaxing together.

Mama exclaimed, "AUUUUNNNNNUUGH," 

"UUUNGH," I echoed in her gibberish language.  

We were not shouting or wailing in orgasm but it was one of the most blissful orgasms Mama was having.

I made love to Mama twice more that night.

3 August 2021

A new day beckoned me as I got up and realized Mama was still in bed with me. That was a surprise. Enough of daylight filtered through the half-open shades. I had my naked mother lying next to me.

Over the last five nights, I had made love to Mama many times over but I had yet to see her completely naked in the proper light.  

My only recollection of her naked body was that from two years earlier and now this was a gift from God, again.

Our sheet was all over the place but nowhere on top of Mama or me. I could not believe my luck. With as much dexterity I could muster, I untangled myself from her and sat at the foot of the bed, facing her. No sheet required to be drawn off but her hair covered most of her face and her shoulders. The rest of her back was bare. I admired every curve and every inch of her body. Her breasts were mashed under her as she was facing down partially. The side of her left breast was deliciously popping out from the side. A juicy melon I had sucked and kissed and played with countless times over the last few nights.

Mama's back curved downward and gave an impression of molded dunes and her butt rose succulently, one higher than the other, as her left leg was raised and her knee was pushing into the bed. Her other leg was straight, face down. The open crack of her butt was inviting, and I bent forward forever slowly to look in. I was awarded with the loveliest view of her ass crown that puckered, inviting me for a kiss. It took all my resolve to not go for the kiss.

I sat there admiring her for many minutes and got greedy. I wanted to look at her from the front as well. I politely planted my hand inches below her right breast which was popping out from the side. I started to apply pressure on her to turn. I was hoping for her to stay asleep and feel the need for turning on the side naturally in her sleep.

My efforts were rewarded after about fifteen or twenty seconds when she purred and turned abruptly. Her breasts jiggled most deliciously before settling just as she found the perfect position. Mama was now on her back and I had an unimpeded view of her front. The hair was now covering her face some more, but from her chest to her feet she was one hundred percent naked. I devoured every inch of her nakedness with my eyes. I bent forward and closed in on her face to double-check if she was half awake. Sensing a stable rhythm of her breathing I scanned lower. Her breasts which I had savoured so many times over the last few days were now in front of me in full glory. White mounds of pillowy flesh with pink round areolae centered with the most attentive nipples, inviting me for another round.

I lowered myself on her nipple and blew some air to see her reaction. Didn't get any.  

I moved down and took a close look at her navel. The softest wrenched whirlpool of flesh in her slim waist. Close by, I could see her pussy mound and a neat strip of hair. A few inches of black hair, trimmed nicely. I had to move a little to zero in on her pussy and, boy, did I love that moment. I was inches away from her bare pussy, the very same one I had eaten so many times over the past few days. But it looked much better now, baby pink layers of pussy lips, a slight bit of glisten on them - not sure if it was from earlier in the night or from her current dream state. From that up close I could see her pussy lips were pulsing every few seconds. I blew on her pussy a few times and got a mild reaction. A slight jerk in her hips.

By way of her behavior, Mama had made it clear over the last few days that our affair was for night time. I was torn between making my move and taking her one more time before we changed back to the roles of Mother and Son. I reasoned many times in my head - wasn't it night time in her head at this moment.... it is night time in some part of the world... can I pull the drapes fully and create a dark night mode.

Eventually, I stepped back and went towards my bathroom and into the shower. I kicked myself a sufficient number of times for not going ahead and making love to her one more time, but I was also sure if this was what Mama wanted, it was what I would honor.

By the time I came out of the shower, Mama had gone. I got ready slowly and came out of the room to find Mama making coffee and breakfast. She still had the nightie gown from last night.  

She did not make much of the fact that I had gotten up before her and I must have seen her stark naked. She greeted me with, "Coffee? Sorry, I slept in today.... breakfast will be ready in just a few minutes."

"Good morning, Mama," I replied. Not bringing up the fact that I knew she had slept in because I saw her.

"Can you take out the juice from the nevera," Mama asked me with a wave of the hand, clearly busy with the stove.

As I ate breakfast, Mama asked me, "Please clean up after you have eaten, I am going for my shower and to get ready."

Around noon, we started from the estate, handing the keys to Manuel, the farmer. We stopped on the way for lunch. Taking a detour, we exited the Autopista and took the road towards Playa Arenal de Moris. Near the beach, there were many small restaurants. Because of the pandemic restrictions, the tourists were missing. We ate in peace, chatting about our trip and how we enjoyed each other's company.

We reached home at around 4 PM and were welcomed by Dad sitting on our balcony with his evening cup of coffee. He was delighted to see both of us and got up to greet Mama and me.

Later in the evening, our dinner table chatter was normal. It was all very surreal for me. I am sure it was no different for Mama.  

Dad was recounting a funny incident from the parade day, "and then, old Rafael actually tried to argue that the blue banner was in fact a green one! Can you believe it?" Dad chuckled, shaking his head.

Mama laughed, a light, carefree sound. "Oh, Leo, don't we have the most interesting neighbors."

I, picking at my food, offered a small smile. I felt a strange disconnect, listening to their easy banter while carrying the secret of our nights with Mom.

"How was the trip, Hugo?" Dad asked, turning to me.

"It was alright," I replied, keeping my tone neutral. "mostly uneventful days." I kept the point of our nights lurking and open. I avoided looking at Mama when I said that.

"I was thinking we could go to that new art exhibit in town before the Great Week, if you prefer, dear," Dad suggested.

"Sounds lovely, Leo," Mama replied. "Hugo, would you like to join us?"

I hesitated. "Thanks, Mama, but I think I'll pass this time. I have some things I need to catch up on."

Dad and Mama simply nodded. There was no invitation for me to reconsider, and no shared glance that acknowledged our secret world.

Mama raised a subject that made my heart stop, "Leo, you won't believe what happened with us on the very first night at the estate." Mama was talking to Dad but she was looking at me and caught my sudden change in expression.  

Dad was amused, "what?"

"Hugo, why don't you tell him?" Mama asked me to volunteer.  

I must have turned white and blabbered, "I ... I... umm.. we ..." Dad and Mama were looking at me.  

Mama thankfully took over, "we had just turned in for the night, and in the

middle of the night we heard some big wild animal right at our cabin... it was growling. Seemed like a wild fox. It must have smelled some food or something."

I was grateful for the reprieve but still worried where was she heading. Not sure where she will end the story.

Dad looked intrigued.

Mama continued, "We stuck together the first night. I had to sleep with Hugo that night." I almost collapsed, my head bowed low with fear.

Dad was not responding as if this was not the highlight and Mama was going to add something else to the story. He kept looking towards Mama.  

Mama added, "We barely caught any sleep that night." 

I could hear my heartbeat in my eardrums.

"Just to be extra vigilant, we stuck together every night. We were watchful just in case we had another scary visit or something," Mama summarised.  

I had been holding my breath. Involuntarily, I exhaled with a sigh.  

Mama smiled and put her head on my head, "Hugo took very good care of me."

Then Mama ruffled my hair, then leaned toward me, and kissed me on top of my head.

I looked up towards Dad and grinned. Inwardly, I was scared to even open my mouth.

Dad nodded, relieved that there wasn't anything to worry about.

Belatedly, I stole a glance toward Mama and saw her smile back.