"My god this water is freezing, I can barely feel my feet. My fingers are frozen too; it's getting hard to get the cotter key in." I said.
"Maybe we should head up to the house; you started the fire didn't you?"
"No, I mean yes I started the fire but no to heading up, we're almost done and as cold as I am I don't want to have to put these waders back on, they got a million leaks and I'm soaked.
The project was putting the dock in at our cabin and my assistant was my mother. Cabin is a little misleading; it is actually a good size house. It was my grandfathers, he inherited a lot of money and as a successful business man he made a lot on his own, resulting in a very wealthy man. So when he decided to build a fishing cabin up north the end result was larger than the average home. When grandpa passed away my mother and her brother, Uncle Jimmy, inherited the cabin.
As a family we use the cabin a few times out of the year, mostly Uncle Jimmy and his wife and kids, mom seldom comes up but I use it for fishing and such and once a year we have a family reunion up here. Most of the time we rent it out, which is my mom and I were working on the dock.
Ice out is a great time for fishing the lake and we had a party of fisherman heading up the following week. Normally mom pays a caretaker to maintain the place, including putting in the dock. Unfortunately due to family matters he was unable to get the dock in before our first renters arrived so mom and I had come up to prepare the place.
"Isn't that about it?" mom asked as I got the last pin installed.
I walked out of the water and took a look, "Everything's together but it looks like it's uneven. Let me check something."
The main part of the dock is a large floating square that rides up and down on piles driving into the lake bottom. It looked like one was caught, causing the dock to tilt. As I got closer I could confirm this was the case.
"The slide on this side is pinched; let me see if I can free it." I told mom.
"Do you want me to stand on it?" she asked.
"Like that will do much good." I said, smiling at her. Mom is a slight woman, she's strong and fit from a regular workout schedule but she's not heavy. "I better hang on it, need a little weight."
"You never know, I got enough clothes on to add twenty pounds." I looked up and had to agree. She was standing on the first part of the dock and she did look more substantial. The stocking cap on her head did little to control her long blond hair blowing in the wind. She had a man's work jacket over a sweatshirt, which I noticed was, mine and I know under that was at least two more layers. She was wearing leggings that, unlike her upper body, did little to hide her butt and legs, both still as tone as the day she played tennis in college. On her feet was a pair of rubber boots.
"I think you should stay there, I can get it."
"I got it, watch this." She said, completely ignoring me.
"No, wai...", and that's as far as I got.
Mom had stepped on the corner just as I pull the line that was tangled in the slide. Even though she's not very heavy, her wait combined with the dropping of the dock sent her flying. She landed in my arms, unfortunately we then both continued down. I barely had time to take a breath before I was underwater where the cold promptly took it away. Mom's head didn't go underwater but that was the only thing that didn't.
I came up sputtering, so cold I couldn't get my breath. We helped each other to dry land where I struggled with waders full of water. Mom's boots were also full, making walking difficult. I knew we were in trouble, the air temp was barely above freezing and that was without the wind. Mom started shivering before I could even get my waders off. We had to get to the cabin quickly.
"Mom, start heading to the house while I get these wader's off."
She didn't acknowledge me but she started walking up the hill. "Kick your boots off mom, it'll be easier."
Mom did as I said, by then I was out of the wader's and taking her by the arm, we hurried to the house. Once inside I hurried her to the great room where the fireplace was going. By now moms lips were blue and she could hardly function because of the shivering.
"Start taking your coat and sweatshirt off mom." I said as I reached for more logs to put on the fire. When I looked back mom was trying but her shaking hands were preventing her from getting her jacket un-buttoned. "Here, let me help."
I got her jacket off and her sweatshirt so now she had a long-sleeved thermal on, her leggings and socks, all soaked.
"Finish getting these wet clothes off mom while I go get more blankets, when you get them off, bundle up in this one for now." And with that I headed off to the bedrooms looking for blankets.
While searching I too removed my wet clothing, leaving them in the laundry area. Wearing only my boxer briefs I was actually feeling a little better though I wanted to hurry back to the fire. Going into one of the bedrooms I saw myself in the vanity mirror, at twenty two I still had my athletes' body from high school, trim and firm without the dreaded freshman twenty but that's not what I noticed. What I saw with shocking clarity was that wet, my white briefs were transparent, doing nothing to hide my manhood.
Heading back to the fireplace with a couple of large blankets I was a little self conscious about mom seeing me like this. I didn't need to worry because when I got back mom was still where I left her, staring into the fire, still wearing her wet clothes.
"Mom, you have to get out of these clothes."
"Wh..Wh...What?" she said.
"These clothes, they're soaked, you have to take them off."
"O..O..O..Ok." she replied without making a move.
"Here, let me help." And with that I lifted the bottom of her thermal up. She managed to raise her arms and I slip it up and off, tossing it towards the middle of the room. I did the same with the t-shirt under that, leaving her in a sports bra. I couldn't help but notice her hard nipples poking through the bra.
"Your pants now mom, can you get them off or do you need help?"
She didn't reply, just held her hands to the fire. Oh my god, I had to strip my mother. "Mom, I'm going to take your pants off, ok?"
"Uh huh."
I got on my knees and pulled her leggings down. I might have been embarrassed to be undressing my mother but I am a guy and I noticed things as her pants came down. Like how her ass was so firm and round, the ass of a twenty five years old, not a forty five year old. I also noticed the thong mom was wearing, the way it framed those perfect ass cheeks, I kept staring even as I pulled her pants and socks off her feet. I couldn't believe it but I felt myself stirring, I stood in front of her, wrapping a blanket around her, trying not to be obvious as I stared at her body, now clad in only a sports bra and panties. Mom's stomach was flat with definition, her breasts aren't large anyway but the bra had them smashed almost flat, her nipples still poking through. Her panties were tight enough that I could see the mound of her pussy. I felt myself stirring some more, mom's head was down and I couldn't help but imagine she was looking at my bulge, seeing me through my sheer briefs, watching me harden.
Before I could stop myself I said, "Maybe we should get all the wet stuff off."
"Ok." She said, sounding much more with it.
I started with her bra, pulling it up and freeing her breast, causing yet more stirrings. She lifted her arms and as I pulled her bra up and off I couldn't help but be amazed. She wasn't much, maybe a b cup at the most but I like small breast, and they were surprisingly firm with her long hard nipples free. I then dropped to my knees and grabbing the waist band of her panties, I slowly slid them down. I pulled them way slower than was appropriate, hoping she was still too cold to notice. As they came down light colored hair appeared, forming itself to a trimmed triangle. When I got her bottoms to her feet she put her hand on my shoulder for balance and lifted her leg. This freed her from her underwear and also gave be a clear shot at her pussy. She was trimmed bare around her vulva, the only hair being the triangle in front. As much as I wanted to stay, I couldn't be too obvious even if she was freezing.
Standing I wrapped a blanket around her, a little disappointed to be covering up such a hot body. Before I completely wrapped her she hugged me, wrapping the both of us in the blanket.
"Oh god, that feels weird."
Thinking she was talking about my now semi hard bulge, I was mortified, "What's weird."
"Your underwear, they're still wet, you need to get those off."
She released me from the hug, wrapping the blanket around herself as she stared at my underwear. Knowing she could see my member through the material didn't embarrass me, if anything I got more excited. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my briefs and, slower than necessary, pulled my shorts down, the whole time watching mom's face. Mom glanced up to my face once or twice but mostly she just stared at my crotch so I deliberately made sure that my waistband pulled my ever stiffening penis down, allowing it to spring up when finally free. I was rewarded by her sharp intake of breath and a slight groan.
"Grab that blanket and sit here on the rug." She said, motioning to a spot in front of the couch.
I had a moment of disappointment before I realized she was still going to bundle up with me. She just wanted to use two blankets to better cover us. I sat and opened my blanket to wrap her up, giving her another view of my nudity and my three quarter erect penis. Mom opened her blanket, giving me another view of her nude body, and sat in front of me between my legs, her back to me before we wrap the blankets around us. We were now sitting with our naked bodies touching; I could feel my cock brushing the bare skin of her butt and back as it became fully erect and I knew she felt it.
"Are you starting to warm up?" I asked her, I wrapped her in a hug, my arm just below her breast; I could feel them lightly touching my forearm.
"Mmm, yes. This is much better." She said as she backed into my embrace.
I'm not sure how long we sat like this but neither of us was shivering anymore.
"Mmm...this is nice." Mom said, she let go of the blanket, letting it just lay on us, and moved her hands to my legs.
