I Want Her To Know What Love Is Ch 07

Rooster takes Sonia and Tommy up to the boundary waters where they spend five days on a very small island. They have a good time and Sonia and Rooster begin discussing some of the complications of moving in together. There's limited descriptive sex, but this chapter does contain oral sex, interracial sex, some erotic spanking and use of sex toys. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for helping to edit my works. All mistakes remain mine. This is a copyrighted work, and all rights remain the authors. Do not edit, alter, or publish this anywhere else without the author's written permission. © Copyright 2024.

I Want Her to Know What Love Is, Ch 7

Boundary Waters

We finally reached the end of the Gunflint Trail and had lunch at the Trail's End Cafe before putting our canoe in the water of Sea Gull Lake. While at the cafe, everyone used the facilities, and I whispered to Sonia to take out her Lush and wash it so I could stick in on the charger in the Genesis.

"You mean to say that I get to wear this again on our way back?"

"Of course. It uses USB to charge up and I've got several USB ports in the car."

"Goody."

"Do you not want to wear it. You don't have to."

"I like it. I just feel embarrassed that Tommy is in the car with me."

"He hasn't seemed to catch on yet."

"How much longer do you think that will last?"

"You know I keep him occupied. He'll have less reason to notice on the way back."

"Why's that?"

"There's some rain in the forecast and I bought him an iPad to keep him occupied when it's raining. He'll be playing with that on the way home."

"You really do have mucho mangos up here," she said, tapping my head with her finger.

"The better to tease you with, my dear."

She brought it to me wrapped in a paper towel, and I plugged it in and tucked it into the center console to charge.

We loaded our tents, food, and backpacks into the canoe, before I parked the Genesis in the parking lot, and walked to where my 'new family' waited. I used a few straps and bits of rope to secure some items to the canoe frame in case we tipped. I tossed some float vests to the two newbies and told them to put them on.

"Canoes are tippy, Tommy, so I'm going to need your Mom in the front where she can help me paddle, then you sitting with our gear, then I'll climb into the back and push off," I said. "You can't move around a lot or we'll lose most everything we have. Sonia, have you been in a canoe before?"

"On Waverly Lake. We went into the drink."

"Then you know whereof I speak when I say it's tippy. Sit upright, try not to move much side to side, but you can change sides to paddle on to keep your arms and shoulders from getting too tired. I'll do the steering from the back with what they call a 'J' stroke, so don't worry about steering, just propelling. I figure about two hours of paddling to get to where I'm hoping to go, giving us plenty of daylight to set up our tents and campsite, and get a fire going. Any questions?"

"Can I try paddling?" Tommy asked.

"Not right now with the gear in the canoe. Tomorrow, we'll go out with swim suits on and you can paddle, and if we tip over, it won't be a big deal. We'll see how you do. I'd like to try a little fishing, see if we can catch us some fresh food. Sonia, take the front, Tommy the middle, and I'll get us pushed off."

I steadied the canoe as Sonia made her way to the front, then Tommy, seated by the food and backpacks, then I pushed until we were mostly in the water and quickly got in with a quick push. I seated myself and we started out.

Now Sea Gull Lake is dotted with dozens of islands and islets, from some no more than ten or twenty feet across to one called Threemile Island, which was damn close to three miles long. I aimed for a little island about halfway between Miles Island and Threemile Island, I'd been to previously, and left behind a campsite. As far as I knew, it didn't have a name, but it was about a thousand feet long and five hundred wide. There was a clearing large enough for a couple of small tents and a protected cove for stashing the canoe, where it wouldn't be too visible to human predators.

It wasn't far from our launch point, but I didn't want to paddle hard and we had to thread our way through a lot of other islands to get there. The nice thing about an island, is it would be unlikely there would be animal predators on it, as smaller islands couldn't sustain a large carnivore. I'd still hang our food in a tree, but the likelihood of a bear would be minimal. Since Sonia wasn't used to paddling, she wouldn't have to work too hard to get there.

As we paddled, I'd explained my thinking to them, why we were picking a small island to camp on.

"Tommy, I think we'll be pretty safe where we are, so if you're willing, you can have a tent to yourself, and let your Mom and me share one. But if you need to, we can divvy up the tents however you want. What do you think?"

"You and Mom can share a tent. I should be fine."

"I think so too, buddy, so thanks. I like snuggling with your Mom."

"Rooster!" Sonia protested.

"Tommy knows we like snuggling. I'm not giving away secrets here, am I Tommy?"

"Nope. I heard how much Mom likes snuggling." Tommy had a huge grin to match mine.

"How embarrassing," Sonia laughed, seeing which way the wind blew. I blew her a kiss, which Tommy saw and Sonia missed.

When we reached our destination, we beached the canoe and tied it off to a stump, then humped our gear about fifty feet back from the water to the clearing. We started with the tents, Tommy helping me set up his, and Sonia helping me set up ours. I showed them how to dig a small trench around the tents to help channel water when it rained so we wouldn't be camping over a puddle. We shoved our sleeping bags inside, and Sonia zipped ours together again, without any reminder from me. I considered that a good omen for the trip.

On my previous trip, I'd set up a circle of rocks to help contain fires, and to hold a screen grate for cooking, plus left a little dry wood with a small tarp over it. We collected that wood, plus I showed Tommy how to collect dead wood for the fire, leaning it up against the stones to dry out. There were also a couple of downed logs I'd dragged in to set up around the fire as a place to sit.

"Another nice thing about camping on a small island, is we won't burn down a whole forest if we accidentally lose control of our fire," I told him. "By burning the dead stuff first, we leave the live stuff growing, and never take too much away from the beauty of this place, plus keep it clean for others, you see?"

"Yeah."

I put Tommy in charge of starting the fire as he'd proven himself capable of doing it before, while I dug us a latrine about thirty to forty feet from our tents, and further from the water, putting a zip lock bag of toilet tissue beside it. I left the shovel there to throw a little dirt over each deposit. By the time I'd finished, Tommy had a fire going. Until supper, we only put enough wood on it to keep it going, not to cook. I did have a pot of water heating on the fire for dishes later, right out of the lake, which was pretty pure because of the lack of human habitation around it.

"Should we have the steaks or franks tonight?" I asked when supper time approached.

"If we're going to have champagne, I want steaks," Sonia said. "Having champagne with franks seems like a waste."

"Steaks it is. Maybe some grilled veggies with that?"

"I'll eat my veggies raw," Tommy said.

"Pick out what you want from the veggie bag and I'll cook ours."

Tommy collected some carrots, cauliflower and broccoli for him, leaving us the rest, including sliced onions and yellow and red peppers, and sliced zucchini. I spread some of the rest in a basket-like grilling attachment that wouldn't allow the vegetables to fall into the fire. We had some aluminum cups which I poured water into, and got some aluminum plates and utensils for the food. I started the vegetables first keeping them higher off the flames, putting the veggies balanced on two sticks over the fire, and then adding the steaks on underneath them right over the heat after turning the veggies. I had two twelve ounce NY strips, and one six ounce.

"How do you like your steaks, Tommy?" I asked while he was munching a carrot.

"Medium, just like Mom."

I guess that makes it easy," I said. "I like mine the same way. You and I are a lot alike, don't you think? Boatmen, campers, outdoorsmen, medium steak guys, video game guys, comic book guys, semi-nerds."

"Yeah," Tommy laughed. "You could almost be my Dad for real."

"Yep. Exactly what I was thinking. I think we're going to get along just great."

"I do too."

Sonia looked extremely happy. She squeezed my arm.

"You want to break open the bubbly, lover. I got some plastic glasses for that. I don't think champagne tastes too good coming out of aluminum cups."

"Lovely. You want a tiny sip, Tommy?" Sonia asked.

"Rooster, I mean Dad, said it's possible alcoholism might run in families," Tommy said. "I'd prefer not to drink at all, since my father was a drunk."

Sonia smiled at us both. "You know, I heard that might be true as well. I'm proud of you, Tommy, deciding it might be wise not to drink. I think it's possible your father was an alcoholic as early as high school, although he hid it well, so a good decision on your part."

I squeezed Tommy's shoulder. "Good man. You know, I could get you some genetic testing, and see if that's something you'll have to worry about forever."

"Really?"

"Sure. It's just money, buddy. We can check it out, although I'd prefer you not drink until you're all grown up, regardless."

"Why?" Tommy asked.

"Well, because growing up is pretty tough as it is. You're going from someone feeding you and changing your diapers into a man, who has to feed his own kids, and change their diapers. It's a gradual process, but it's hard learning to accept responsibility for yourself and others, when people took care of you before, and you're avoiding that learning process by drinking and using drugs.

"Because it's hard, sometimes people want a crutch, a way to make it easier. That's why a lot of kids start to drink or take drugs. My life as a kid was hard. Other kids making fun of me all the time, pulling dirty tricks on me. It would have been easy to try to get along at that part of my life by drinking and using drugs. But instead of learning how to be an adult, I would have short circuited that learning process. It might have taken me longer to learn how to accept responsibility and take care of others. Some people never really grow up. And they're the ones who refused to accept responsibility in the first place. They never learned how to be an adult. Sometimes, it takes getting knocked around a little to learn what needs to be learned, and what needs to be done, even if it's hard. I'm glad I waited before I started drinking. It helped me grow up faster, because I wasn't drowning my troubles in booze."

I flipped the steaks and veggies again. Tommy nodded. "That makes sense."

"See, all the little things I've been showing you since we met, are me showing you how to accept responsibility, to take control of your life, and manage your business. How to do things right, and not take shortcuts. While you don't need it all now, you will need it all in the future. The best thing I can teach you is how to stand on your own, how to be a man and accept responsibility for yourself and others. It's not really about driving a boat, or starting a fire. It's about responsibility and living right with the world and others in it. Learning to drive a boat was learning how to share the water with others so no one gets hurt, the rules of the sea. Those are just the tiny steps to you becoming a real man. Not a grown-up, because there are grown-ups who don't know the first thing about being a man. Age makes you a grown-up. Living right makes you a man. Do you understand?"

"I do. Thanks, Dad." I rubbed his head, glad that he enjoyed calling me Dad.

"You've had a tough life too, Tommy. Your father a drunk, your grandpa and uncle both dying and your Mom working hard almost everyday, trying to make ends meet. It's easy to be sad about what you missed. It's easy to be angry at the world, but anger doesn't get you anywhere. It's an empty emotion that doesn't accomplish anything. All it does is leave you bitter. You have to look at the things you did have. You had a Grandma who could help take care of you when your Mom was busy. A Mom who tried to be there as much as she could. Enough food to fill your belly and a roof over your head. A warm bed to sleep in.

"As bad as you might have thought it was, when lots of kids had two parents and four grandparents, some people had it worse. There are lots of people who are homeless or go hungry every night. So don't think about what you missed, think about all you had. And then you work to give yourself those things you missed out on. You try to make sure that when you have a child, they're set up for a better life than you had, because you want them to have it better than you did. That's what I did. I worked so that when I finally found the woman I wanted to marry and have kids, they could have the things I didn't have.

"It's all tied together. Growing up to be a man, trying to look at the positive side of life, working hard to make things better, for yourself and your family, knowing you'll give them a happy home that's a pleasure to come home to. That's the best advice I could ever give you."

He nodded. I patted him on the shoulder. "Hopefully, you and I are going to make things a lot easier for your Mom and Grandma."

"I hope so too," he said. "Thanks."

"You're welcome."

The cork popped on the champagne and Sonia poured two glasses of champagne. She walked over to me and handed me mine.

She whispered to me, "Listening to you talking to Tommy about growing to be a man made my panties wet. I need to fuck you in the worst way."

I laughed and laid a lip lock on her, sucking the air from her lungs in my open mouth kiss. Sonia pushed her body against mine. The next part she didn't whisper.

"I love you, Rooster. God, I love you so much."

I patted her bottom a couple of times, with a squeeze at the end. "I love you too, honey bun."

Tommy was laughing. I had to take his steak off the grate first since it was smaller and I laid it on his plate.

"Eat up, cowboy. It's going to be a busy day tomorrow, and you'll need the energy."

"Thanks for taking me camping, and loving my Mom. She needed that. You've made her so much happier than she used to be."

"You're welcome too, buddy. It's the easiest decision I ever made."

We finished our food, Sonia and I drinking more champagne before it went flat. I plugged my phone and watch into a battery pack to keep them charged.

We washed our dishes and I made sure Tommy had a flashlight and knew where it was in his tent. I told told him if he had to use the latrine, to dump one shovel full of dirt on anything that went in there, and I showed him how to tie the remaining food up off the ground about thirty feet from the tent.

As soon as I joined Sonia in our tent, right after dark, we pulled each other's clothes off and went at it like rabbits, starting with a sixty-nine. She wasn't kidding about being wet. We had no trouble consummating our arousal.

******

We had a freeze dried breakfast in the morning. Then we all got into our swimming suits and life vests, and went out in the canoe, Tommy sitting up front. I didn't expect a seven year old with no prior experience to do well paddling a canoe, and he didn't do great, but he did do better than I expected. He'd inherited some athleticism and size from his father. His arms and shoulders got tired quickly and I did three times the paddling he did, but he did well and I told him so. When we got close to our island again, in shallow water, I showed him how easy it was to tip the canoe, and we all went into the drink.

It was a nice little cool down, and we all splashed one another as long as we could handle the cool water. We had more freeze dried food for lunch, a nice stew, and then I fixed Tommy up with one of my two poles. Standing at the edge of the water, I showed him how to cast a line and reel it slowly in. The second time he made a cast, he caught himself a small mouth bass, big enough to eat. Sonia, who was sunning herself nearby, was screaming and laughing when Tommy brought in his first fish. We had to toss back the next two we caught because they were too small, but then he got another bass, a large mouth, and I caught a walleye and a sunny. That seemed like a good catch, so we stopped there.

I showed Tommy how to scale and filet a fish on three of them, then he tried his hand on the first fish he landed. He did a pretty good job because he'd been paying close attention when I was doing it. Because the blade was pretty sharp, I kept a close eye on him. We tossed the filets in some cold water until we were ready to fry them, and threw the offal back in the water for other fish to eat, but buried the scales and bones.

We reconstituted a cup of freeze dried milk, dipped the fillets in the milk and then some crushed soda crackers before grilling them with some more veggies.

"There's still some small bones in the fish, Tommy, so be careful chewing them. Chew it slow and pull out any bones you find with your fingers before swallowing. I guess we can add fisherman to the list of your accomplishments. Hopefully, it means we won't starve anytime soon."

Tommy laughed and Sonia flashed a huge smile.

After washing those dishes, we followed up our meal with more S'mores, As it grew dark, I had Tommy point out the big dipper, little dipper, and then I pointed out Venus, Jupiter and Saturn, all of which were visible and fairly bright. I was leaning against my log and Sonia was leaning against me, my hand around her waist, just holding her loosely,

"Is everybody having a good time?" I asked.

"Wonderful," Sonia said. "Do you like sharing a tent with me?"

"I love sharing a tent with you."

She turned slightly to kiss me. "This is the best time I can remember in years," she said. "It may not be luxurious, but it has everything I ever wanted. I'm so happy, I keep waiting for the shoe to drop, thinking that I haven't done anything to deserve this, to deserve you. It feels like a dream and I don't want to wake up."

I pinched her, lightly.

"Ouch, what was that for."

"Just checking it's not a dream. If it is, we're having the same one. Feel free to pinch me just to make sure."

"Can I bite instead?" Sonia laughed.

"I don't see why not."

"Close your eyes, Tommy."

She turned and straddled my legs, then kissed me, nibbling on my lips and ear lobes. She bit hard enough for me to give a small yelp. Tommy didn't close his eyes.

"Nope, you're still here," I said. "We're not dreaming."

Sonia turned to her son. "Go to bed, Tommy. Don't look outside for any reason."

"Okay, Mom."

Tommy disappeared in his tent, zipping it closed. Sonia stood up and peeled off her jeans and panties. She untied the drawstring on my shorts and tugged everything down. I was already rock hard. She sank down over my shaft with a soft moan.

"I love you, Rooster Johnson," she said with a kiss, slowly rocking back and forth on my cock. "If this is a dream, this is the way I want it to end, with you inside of me."

She smothered my mouth in kisses, and we slowly fucked for the next fifteen minutes, soft moans and groans emanating from both of us. Tommy was a good kid. He might have been listening, but he never once looked. After I climaxed, we went into my tent and continued where we left off. It was wonderful.