Eta Carinae Pt. 04
Author's Note:
This is a chronological story of a mother and son's incestuous relationship. All characters are over 18. I would love to hear feedback! Please vote and comment
David and Elaine's relationship solidifies with some interesting changes ahead.....
'Burning through the nebular cloud.'
Sunday morning was lazy with a late brunch. We both caught up on work stuff. I organized and packed the truck. We decided to get out there around 3. The tide will be going out so we'll be down close to the 'wet lip' of the beach. We were in the sunshine between the morning fog and the evening fog. Pulling into the parking lot, there was one truck and a couple surfers working the north end of the cove.
We mounted up and headed toward the south end of the cove. I've been amazed at how much I can carry with these rucksacks! It had a small, hook-shaped promontory that was good fishing, but also provide some windbreak. The cove was about 1200 yards wide with nice sand and a rock beach. At certain times of the day, the surf breaks in a way that attracts surfers. The hike down to the spot I usually set up at. We had been camping so many times, that setup didn't take long. I always took a 2 man dome tent. Handy for winds, fog, mist, etc. I put a line in the water and put the rod in a holder hammered into the sand.
We ate and conversed about several topics. I have been amazed at the new 'dimensions' of her personality that have opened up since our relationship shifted. We were finally full and we packed up the food. I dug into my ruck and took out a waterproof match case that contained a joint. We both took 2 or 3 hits and that was enough! Again I reached into my pack and produced a leather case.
"Would you mind if I had a cigar?" I inquired.
"No, not at all! When did you start smoking cigars?"
"About a year ago, Gary and I were fishing here. He had smoked a few cigars and asked me if I wanted to try one. He gave me the short
cigar 101
, and I tried one. A 'Macanudo Cafe Corona'. I was surprised how much I enjoyed it! I went down to the tobacco shop downtown and bought a few cigars to try out. I bought these too." I handed her the leather cigar case. It had a pocket for a cutter.
"This is nice! So, what do you like about cigars?" She asked with curiosity.
"There's much more complexity with cigars, as compared to cigarettes. It's like chugging cheap wine and then being introduced to finer vintages! When I smoke one, I want to enjoy it, so I find someplace where I can sit, smoke a cigar, and
suck on stones
!"
She laughed. "That's what I like about them. Yes, I smoke cigars. I haven't done so in some time." I looked at her with a '
well'
expression.
"Your Grampa John smoked cigars as long as I could remember. He smoked high-quality cigars, not White Owls or Dutch Masters! In my sophomore year of college, I came home on summer break. He and I were sitting out on the patio getting caught up and at some point, I asked if cigars are really good. He said, "Why don't you try one.". He went over the basics, how to cut, and toast the foot. I thought it was a little overwhelming at first, not strong, just complex. Then I had another sometime later. I found out one of the roommates that I shared an apartment with, liked cigars too. We found a secluded spot close to campus where we could study and have a cigar, without everyone staring at us!" She explained.
"Cool!"
"Let me see what you have?" I handed her the cigar case. She slid the 2 case halves apart."A Macanudo Cafe Belicoso, a Cohiba Red Dot Corona, and Romeo and Juliet Reserve Road Corona and Lonsdale. Did you pick these out? Good selection of cigars!" She observed
"Mostly the tobacconist?"
"Mind if I have one with you. This might be good for
stone sucking
! What were you going to have?" She asked.
"Sure, that'd be great! I was thinking about the R and J Double Corona."
"Mind if have that Red Dot?"
"Please!"
She removed the cigar from the case and took off the cellophane. She expertly cut the cigar head on the indentation rolled into the cigar. Cut off too much, the cigar falls apart. Too little, it doesn't draw right. She lit the torch cigar lighter.
"First we toast the foot." She said rolling the end of the cigar in the flame.
"That's what the inquisitor said!" I chimed in. She suppressed a chuckle and gave me the side eye. She puffed on it a few times to ensure it was lit, hooked it in her forefinger, and settled in to smoke. Sure looks like she knows what she's doing! I lit mine and stared at the sun sinking into the sea.
"Good cigar! I think I might have a cigar once or twice a week. It could be our time to talk.
'Yeah, I'm on board with that! I really like the 'ritual' part." She smiled.
"Sooooo..... here's the bullet: the company is looking to break into a new market, which means a new division. I'm on a very short list of candidates. It would mean more money, much more money! There are a couple rubs; first, it's a big leap! I would have 4 senior managers who would report to me and they would have probably a hundred or so people overall. Second, I'm crafting an 'initiative' bonus; I want a house. In the City! This has to be calculated carefully, it could backfire. I'm also a bit intimidated, to be quite honest!"
"OK, let's break this down into parts...." I offered.
We talked, at length, about the pros and cons of everything, including us.
"So, it sounds like you made up your mind and you're going to take it?" I probed.
"I think I have to. If I don't, I'm not playing to the team's 'plan' and not being considered for other positions. If I fail, I have a
golden parachute
in the making."
"I'm wondering what to do about my employment. I can't commute to Marin for the salary I'm getting!"
"Start a business. Something with computers." She offered.
"Me........business? I am really not that good at anything except computers!"
"You'll find something I'm certain. Coach or play baseball in the spring, build websites, or something else with computers. You'll figure it out. If nothing else, find some things
you
want to do." She said reassuringly.
"Something I need you to know: all of what I am doing is just a means to an end. I'm going to build a 'war chest' and when the times right, we'll go someplace where we can just be us!" She said looking at me with gravity. I nodded.
We finished the cigars and the overcast was turning to mist and fog, so we left. It was still early, so Elaine wanted to stop in town. We went to a tobacco shop where she bought a humidor and a selection of cigars.
"If we're going to do this, let's do it!" She emphasized. Elaine was the type who tries something and likes it, she'll buy and acquire what's needed, usually good quality! She did it with fly fishing; uncle Ed taught her how and she loved it! She then went out and bought high-end fly fishing equipment. We stopped in a small book store. I found a book on the Kama Sutra. We both flipped through it, maintaining ourselves in the process. I liked the 'sex twister' part. Interesting positions to try. We bought it. We picked up a pizza from a brick oven pizzeria which was a favorite of ours. Back at home, we ate and went to bed early.
For the next couple of months, settling into our relationship took its course. We did have 'strong words' over something that I can't remember now. Probably the same crap we've butted heads over for a long time.
Being ever paranoid, I was really concerned about being
outed
, so to speak.
We were at the table one weekend morning.
"You know, with the possibility of inevitable promotion, I've realized I've become a liability."
She gave me a curious look.
"How so?"
"If we're discovered, it would be a mess! You would be destroyed and unemployable, at least at what you're doing now!" I concluded.
"What's your plan? I know you wouldn't have brought this up without thinking it through." She offered.
"Researching arrests in this country over the last 20-something years, 90 percent of the major crimes are actually child abuse and not a consensual relationship. That's fucked up! Only 2 were adults and they got caught because the neighbors became suspicious! I think we can do a better job! We both can step in between our 2 relationships in a split second. In the City, yeah we have to play it cool, real cool! When we travel far away, we'll be different." I concluded.
"I've been thinking along the same lines. I think our
non-verbal
communication skills will be critical! I also want to protect what have and we can have both!"
"I've wondered how many other couples like us are out there? I know in France, there was a mother and son that lived together for 35 years until the mother died and it came out. You always told me:
there are doors on houses for a reason
!" I pondered.
"I believe that we are not the first, nor last" She offered, smiling.
We talked for a while longer and then prepared for the day. We went shopping, went to the farmer's market, then ran around taking care of errands. Back at home, put everything away. I put on a pair of the 'nut sack' underwear that Elaine bought for me, along with my cock ring. I returned to the front room and she gave me an impish smile.
"Stop! Move back a bit." I did so and it put me in the light coming from my bedroom.
"You've really been working out! You're cut and it looks good! What prompted this?" She asked with obvious satisfaction.
"Oh, you know, I have a new girlfriend and I want to look good and you know...." I said a bit more bashfully than I wanted.
I did look good. My legs were the result of playing 3 years of catcher in high school. My arms, glutes, lats, and traps are all toned and hard. All the effort I've put in paid off. She glided over and casually pulled my underwear down. My cock immediately went from semi-soft to erect in split second.
"Oh my! This is nice!" She said rubbing the tip of her forefinger on the head of my dick. It felt good and I pushed toward her a bit. She truly had a sparkle in her eye. I feel like my hypersensitivity has been getting in the way. As of late, I've felt that she wants me to take more of a 'lead'. I'm stepping into it.
