Standard disclaimer: The following post contains
significant
sexual content that some readers might find offensive. The characters and events described are all a work of fiction. Any similarities to persons or places, real or fake, are merely a coincidence. Except for Santa. He's real and depicted with his consent!
Reader discretion is advised.
Author's Note: I'm sorry for the long delay in this story's release. I write when I'm horny, and sex scenes, like the one you're about to read, tend to get me off! This one is one of my best, so it took me ages to finish the chapter! The bad news is, that each part after this will take me even longer to write because I have some seriously sexy stuff yet to come!
Anyway, I promise, James and Elaine are not done yet!
The Accidental Nudists - Part 4: Like Rabbits
When I woke up on Tuesday morning, the sun was up, though the sky was completely overcast. Still, there was enough light to illuminate the cabin.
The previous night was a blur, but the feeling of sex lingered on my body.
Mom lay flat against me. She had her arm and leg draped over me, and she was sleeping peacefully. It felt so good having her warm, soft, and naked body curled up next to me, wrapping me in her love.
As the memory of making love to my mother unfolded, I had a moment to contemplate what we'd done. I never felt a splinter of regret. Only bliss. But I wondered how Mom would feel when she woke up.
I lay still, contemplating the fate of our relationship, Mom took a deep breath and opened her eyes.
Even in the drab grays of an overcast sky, she was absolutely flawless. Her beautiful blue eyes darted around for a split second, as she roused herself from slumber. Then they locked on me, and slightly dilated.
"Good morning," she softly cooed, with a bashful smile.
"Good morning," I warmly replied, "how did you sleep?"
"That was the best night's sleep I've had in a long time." She said, softly closing her eyes as she stretched.
Rolling away, Mom spread her arms and legs, laying beside me. She arched her back and rolled her shoulders in a long stretch. The blanket came off and her beautiful, full breasts fell into view. They lay perfectly on her chest, rolling outward slightly with gravity, accentuating her areolas and nipples, which were plump and pert.
The moment she was finished stretching, Mom instantly fell limp in place. Her arms were up, over her head, as she gazed into my eyes, inviting.
"It's still pretty ugly outside," I commented, as I gazed at her breasts, "any thoughts on what you'd like to do today?"
Mom numbly blinked a few times, drawing attention to the obvious.
"There's nothing like a long day of quiet lovemaking, in a warm, dry cabin, on a rainy day?" she quietly repeated the comment that seemed to start it all.
We had only just begun down this path of incestuous desire and release. So it should not surprise you to hear that the cold tingle of adrenaline coursing down my neck and over my ribs was extremely powerful.
"Is that what
you'd
like to do today?" I asked, forcing a calm voice.
"Well, we
did
sort of agree to it yesterday before going out," Mom playfully replied.
"We did?" I asked, obliviously.
"You said, if we went to the orgy, we could stay in today and fuck like rabbits." she quickly recalled, with a wry smile.
Mom and I stared at one another silently for a while as the plan for the day rested in our minds. I, for one, was happy to spend the day in bed with my mother!
I could feel the blood rushing through my loins and sensed my penis growing firmer with every beat of my heart. But my lust for her would not be ignored!
"May I touch you?" I nervously asked.
Mom's breath quickened, and she lay perfectly still as she quietly invited, "You don't have to ask."
I placed my left hand on her abdomen. Then, moving slowly, I caressed up her belly, toward her breasts, cupping the nearer boob as my thumb and index finger curled around her nipple.
Feeling my hand on her breast, Mom's eyes fluttered briefly.
"Do you like mommy's tits?" she whispered.
"Yes," I mumbled, as I began caressing around the edge of her areola.
"Come have a taste," she softly offered.
Giving in to my desires, I nuzzled in and greedily began suckling on the nearest nipple. Mom's body shuddered the moment she felt my lips.
"Does my nipple taste good?" she asked in a breathy voice while wrapping her arms around my neck.
"Mmm-Hmm," I gleefully hummed back, as I hungrily suckled.
"They're all yours, James." She groaned, "Every inch of my body belongs to you."
With that, I briefly released her nipple as I slid my free hand down her body, caressing her pubic mound.
"Every inch?" I playfully asked, before drawing her nipple back into my mouth.
As my fingers caressed her vulva, Mom took a deep breath, "god yes...every...inch." she murmured in desperation.
Unfortunately, I didn't have time to get
properly
acquainted with my mother's genitalia.
As I intently slid my fingers down, among the delicate folds of my mother's labia, there was a sudden knock at the door.
Mom and I froze in place. We held our breath and listened to the quiet sound of rain on the steel roof.
It felt like we'd been caught, but we both knew by then, that not only would no one care what we were doing, most people on that mountain were fully expecting it! But that didn't change the harsh reality of the sin we were committing. Although, it might have augmented the thrill a little.
Begrudgingly, I pulled myself away from my mother's warm body and angrily stumbled through the cabin to the cabin door.
It was only our third day on the mountain by that time, but it didn't even register that I was opening the door naked. Nor did it seem to bother me, looking down at the festive swinging cock of the naked Santa! Then again, by this point, if anyone didn't know who was waiting for me outside, I have some serious questions about your mental health!
"Good morning, James." the naked Santa quietly greeted, in a politely hushed voice.
Once again, he pushed a basket toward me, with his trademark wink.
"The little lady and I packed you another basket for today," he softly explained as I accepted his new gift, "the weather service still can't be sure when the clouds will lift, which means no barbecue again today."
Looking up at the sky, the clouds were indeed thick, but, at the moment, it wasn't raining.
"Thank you," I murmured back, accepting the basket.
Just then, I felt Mom brush up behind me, startling me. I hadn't heard her get up, much less cross the cabin!
Stepping up close, she wrapped her left arm over my shoulder, draping herself over me, as she looked out. I could feel her breasts caressing over my back as she leaned forward. Her left nipple was still damp with my saliva. Then she planted a little kiss on my cheek before turning to Chris.
"Well now! Good morning, Elaine!" Chris brightly greeted, "You look positively radiant this morning!"
"Thank you." Mom cheerfully replied, as her cheeks flushed, "Oh!" she quickly added, as she turned and hurried back to the kitchenette. "Before we forget and have a pile-up," She explained, picking up the previous basket.
Then, basket in hand, she fast-walked back to us, reached past me, and handed the spare basket back to Chris. Then, playfully pressing her breasts into my back, Mom reached around and took the new basket from me.
The transition was so quick and smooth, that both Chris and I were a little surprised, but the best was yet to come!
As soon as she had the new basket, Mom hurried back to the fridge where she set the basket on the floor and began transferring food.
Bending at the hips, Mom reached down to pick up food from the basket, then rising slightly, she loaded the food into the fridge, from the bottom up. She effectively folded herself in half with each transfer and, from our vantage point at the front door, Chris and I were given front-row seats to her most intimate places. My cock twitched involuntarily as thoughts of a sexual nature crossed my mind.
"You know, James," Chris began, with a wink, "you really are a lucky man."
I felt myself smiling at the reminder of incestuous sex. I could still smell Mom on my body. I could even feel the light crust of sex on my penis. Though I was certain Chris didn't know how far we'd gone, the picture unfolding in front of him was quite suggestive!
"She really
is
my mother." I softly replied, in a weak attempt to refute the obvious.
"I know!" he said, with a knowing wink, "that's what makes it so special!"
With that, Chris leaned in close as he softly added, "There are few things in life quite as nice as a Mother's sexuality."
Many questions sprang up in my mind as I stood there looking at the strange, and festive man. Before I could make up my mind what to say, Mom proudly exclaimed, "That's done! Now, Chris, you can take
both
baskets!"
With that, Mom casually strolled back to the door, standing beside me as she returned the second basket to Chris.
Stacking and shouldering the two baskets, Chris gave me one more of his twinkly winks, before turning and strolling quickly away, down the hill toward the lodge.
"That was nice of him," Mom softly cooed, as she snuck her arm around mine, laying her head on my shoulder, "we should leave a tip or something."
Mom and I watched the naked Santa make his way down the hill, before disappearing around the lodge.
"So... shall we go back to bed?" I hopefully asked as I finally closed the door.
