I have the third part here and will post the remaining parts asap. I Hope you like it. It gets a little more lusty from here on in... Not many holds barred...
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Cabin Fever
Envision if you are able, an orange/brown stained Cedar log home built on a hillside. Perched in such a manner as to suggest it was made for just that spot on the rugged shoreline. After the picture is in your mind visualize you are lying in a King Size bed with a panoramic view through a glass wall overlooking a small tranquil inland lake. To the east the sun is beginning to peek over the rolling hills, covered in a variety of trees. There are but two buildings dotting the opposite lakeshore. You are so far from any other civilization and unless you have a good set of binoculars you are unable to make out many details of any one of the two homes on the southern shore. You are miles from any town or civilization with only a single lane gravel road for access. This was done strictly for privacy. All three tenants knew the other and the lake was a clandestine body of water owned by said tenants. Ours was the smallest of the three wilderness retreats. It was a three thousand square foot two story A-Frame house. When Jim had it built he wanted something that would be easy to keep up. I thank him each and every time I open the front door when we arrive each summer for two months and again in the winter for Christmas.
The three of us arrived around three the following day and spent the rest of the day unpacking and generally getting things into ship shape. The caretaker had done all of the heavy stuff and cleaning a few days earlier so we only needed to get out personal things stowed and settled it. I ended up hitting the sack around ten and the kids stayed up talking and drinking until who knows when.
I woke to that beautiful sight as mentioned above, smiling, and basking naked in the luxurious feeling for a few precious moments before I forced myself to get up and make my way to the en-suite bath. I flipped the shower handles, to the left wanting the water as hot as my skin would endure. While I waited for the steam to fill the room, I brushed my teeth. By the time I was done the mirror was fogged over. I stepped into the clouds of steam letting the hot little daggers of water hit me all over. I lathered up my sea sponge and let the suds wash away the sleep from my face and body. After about twenty minutes I stepped out remembering I didn't have a towel.
"SHIT!" I yelled out.
Next thing I know Dani pushes open the door and in an alarming voice asked.
"MOM! You OK? What's wrong?"
She looked at me half out of the shower naked and dripping and the smart ass little bitch knew in an instant what was wrong.
"DUH! Need a towel lady?"
"Yes I do smart ass. Hush up and get me one will you hon?" I said in my best little girl voice
"Sure mom."
She turned and walked out then spun around and said.
"Nice hooters lady!"
I picked up the hairbrush and flung it at her missing by two feet.
"That's enough out of you, tramp!" I said in mock anger.
I suddenly realized that her sister said much the same thing the other day by the pool. I stood there dripping on the floor watching her walk to the linen closet. She was back in a few seconds, holding the towel out just far enough that I could not reach it without moving closer.
"Want me to dry your back mom? I promise I will behave."
"I think I can take care of myself honey. Thanks anyway. Why don't you go see to breakfast if you are so ambitious?"
I took the towel and began to dry myself, watching Dani make her exit. As I let the large towel caress my skin and suck up the droplets of water, I let my mine drift away. I closed my eyes and wished it were Jim's hands holding the towel. I became wet instantly. The thought of the things we use to do made me horny in no time. That man could fuck. His long cock filled me so absolutely full. I felt my nipples becoming hard and out of habit I grabbed each one and gave them a little pinch. I failed to hear my daughter re-enter the bath room as I stood there tweaking my nipples
"Mother! Really! Are you playing with yourself? You should be ashamed! You should be doing that in your room!" Her tone was reprimanding in a sarcastic teasing tone.
"Oh button up tramp. I am a woman and unlike you I choose not to put out for every hard dick I cause or come in contact with."
It was my turn to be sharp tongued.
"Well, mother dear! For your information, this little tramp is not in the habit of letting men into her pants. The last strange hands in there belonged Teddy Bowers from the twelfth grade! All he got was a hand full of hair. So I will kindly ask you to refrain from calling me slanderous names without cause!"
"Do you mean to say my little girl is still a virgin?"
"I didn't say that. I said it has been a long time since any strange man has felt or had privy to my charms! So you don't have to worry that I am a cock crazed slut!"
Her voice was filled with hurt, her eyes beginning to tear up.
"Oh baby! Come here! I am so sorry. I didn't realize! Really! I'm proud of you." I gave her a hug, still wet from my shower. She wrapped her arms about me and I felt her draw me closer than usual. Instantly my mind went back to Deni and when she had hugged me by the pool. I released my grip and gave her a kiss on the cheek and thanked her for being smart enough to realize the dangers of life and avoiding them.
"Thanks mom! Oh By the way? For the record, you do have a great body, and I hope I look half as good when I get as old as you."
Saying this she reached up and gave me a tit twister.
"OUCH! You little bitch! That hurt!"
