The next morning, it seemed that all three of them awoke around the same time. It was Sunday and they had to be out of the campground by eleven. Lo looked at her phone. It was already nine. Meri sat up and looked at her naked son and her naked lover. Their body parts were variously covered and exposed by the blankets. Lo looked at her and remembered all that had happened. She wondered if it was possible that Meri heard her outside the tent the previous evening blowing her son. If she did, would she care? Would she be turned on? Upset? Indifferent?
As these foggy thoughts and vivid memories were flitting about in her mind, Meri's son woke up. It was clear as day that a different part of him had already been up before he became conscious. Both Lo and Meri looked at that part of his anatomy and a slight smile came to their lips. The micropenis was so eager, yet inferior and incapable giving of any sort of real satisfaction.
Meri unzipped the door flap to the tent and emerged into the morning light, naked. Next to get up was her son, also naked. Finally, Lo followed them out, wearing only her panties. Had you passed by their site, you would have thought you were in a nudist campground. But it was not and, though the number of campers allowed in was restricted due to COVID protocols, as Lo looked around, she noticed that there was a tent set up just behind theirs. Had it been there yesterday? Did they fail to notice it?
One at a time, the three of them rummaged through the clothes in the back seat of the car to find what they were looking for and then got dressed. As they were making the campfire for coffee and breakfast, Lo, always alert and on the lookout, noticed the two campers at the site behind them looking over at them suspiciously. Did they know? Had they heard? In the dark of the night did they hear son say to mom, "I want to fuck you now," or Lola screaming from being finger-fucked by him, or Meri's passionate climactic cries from Lo's lips on her vulva? Had they called the police? Or the department of social services? Did they complain to the camp rangers that a mother and her son and some slutty girl were getting it on, causing a racket after the official quiet hour of the campground?
Just as Lo was contemplating the potential consequences from any of those scenarios, she spotted one of the state park officers driving around in his vehicle slowly. He was driving toward them. He seemed to be looking at them, studying them. Lo's heart began to race. She started fidgeting with the pot of water over the fire and getting the coffee ready in the French press.
The pickup truck ominously approached. Lo didn't dare look over at it, but she could hear the sound of its tires crunching the branches and leaves as it pulled up. She heard the idling engine only a few feet away. She couldn't resist any longer and she lifted her eyes from the coffee in her lap to the masked officer sitting in the truck looking back at her. Time seemed to stand still. The birds went silent. She suddenly had tunnel vision. Darkness surrounded her periphery and all she could see was the ominous stare of the officer and all she could hear was the thunderous thud of her heart throbbing in her temples.
"Morning," he said, breaking the trance. Lo saw Meri smile at the ranger and heard her casually return his greeting.
There was another interminable silence before he said, "Whose car is that?"
"Mine," chimed Meri from her folding chair by the fire.
"Can I see your parking permit? It's not displayed in the window."
Meri got up. She was wearing sexy, tight denim shorts. Her ass looked good. Lola, Meri's son, and the ranger all noticed how she walked with a swagger. She was wearing flipflops and just a t-shirt, no bra. She reeked sex and her motions communicated sexual energy as she opened the passenger door and bent over to search the floor where the pass had fallen. She pulled it out and walked it right up to the ranger, passing it to him.
"Says you're good until today," he remarked.
"That's right."
"Checkout is at eleven," he said.
Meri, Lo learned the previous day, doesn't like male authority. "It's nine thirty," she said, almost daring him to contradict her.
"Yes," he responded.
"Don't you worry, we'll be outta here by eleven."
He passed her the parking pass back and stared at her a moment too long. He then looked over at the campfire as Lo and Meri's son watched him.
"That your son?" he asked, nodding in his general direction.
"Yeah," said Meri, defiantly.
"Who's that?" he asked, inquiring about Lo.
"None of your fucking business," said Meri.
"They both twenty-one?" he asked.
"What's it to you?" spat Meri at him.
He nodded his head at the picnic table where there was an empty bottle of wine.
"That's mine," said Meri.
