Alex had followed his mother through the hiking trail all day long. Admiring not just the sights of nature, the seemingly endless trees that surrounded them, but also the curve and jiggle of her plump derriere accentuated by her crimson red, scrunch-butt leggings. Back home, she had told him she ordered the wrong style by mistake, but he wasn't sure about that, at least going by the way the seam of the leggings separated her glutes and provided irrefutable evidence that she had wedged it intentionally.
He didn't mind, he wasn't upset at her for bringing eye candy of the human aesthetic to a place devoid of it. Nothing but trees and wild animals, providing an immense, natural background that nearly blurred their relationship as mother and son.
They had planned the trip a few months back, only going through with it if they were both single when Valentine's Day came around. There was no red or pink, nature didn't decorate itself with those colors, it was green and brown everywhere they looked.
While she took pictures of the cool-looking trees and squirrels, his eyes followed the sway of her hips and the alternating motion of her rounded backside. She carried several extra pounds on her but maintained a curvy figure, with most of the weight going to her lower body which inspired his friends to call her a MILF. The fabric of the leggings contoured her coveted assets, letting him see her glutes and thighs flexing when she moved around or climbed the natural obstacles on their way.
Pink hoodie and red leggings for Valentine's, he realized, shaking his head at how he hadn't noticed sooner with his lascivious glances. Probably a sexy, little pink thong underneath.
He knew her underwear collection, having used most of her panties to accompany his masturbatory sessions, and he was always trying to guess what she was wearing underneath. His favorites were the lacy kind and the seamless, butter-soft ones meant to disappear under clothes, those got the biggest loads. All in all, there was a method to his predictions.
He watched attentively as she pulled up her leggings to readjust the ruched-back, inadvertently bringing attention to her jiggling cheeks. Encouraged by the sight, he walked up next to her and placed his hand between her lower back and the top of her ass. He was careful not to be overzealous by placing it too low or squeezing. Instead, he played it off as a nonchalant touch and palm of support.
"It's beautiful," he said as she snapped another picture, this time of the trees giving way to the nearby stream. In his mind, one half of him referred to the view, and the other to her voluptuous curves.
She wasn't oblivious, she knew what she was wearing and that he would steal glances at her like any other man would. Whatever he made of it was up to him, that wasn't her prerogative, she was solely focused on enjoying the day out in nature with her beloved son.
She put her phone away in her hoodie and turned to face him with a smile that reflected her overwhelming sense of happiness. She loved nature, everything about it, even the pesky ants and cold air, but sharing it with her son made her eyes well up with tears of joy.
She hugged him tightly, pressing her breasts against his embrace, and said, "I wouldn't wanna be here with anyone else," unable to hold back her tears.
Her words shot right over his fortress like an arrow, reaching his vulnerable side that he masked by kissing her forehead and looking up to prevent his tears from rolling down his cheeks. "I-I, er, love you, Mom," he said, trying his best to hide his shaky voice, but he couldn't fool her, not his own mother.
He kept one arm wrapped around her but sneaked the other one down to her lower back, dangerously close to her ass. He kissed her on the forehead again, taking in the moment in a place where the rules were different, hundreds of miles from the nearest populated area.
She looked up at him, with love in her eyes but hesitation running through her body. She reached in for a kiss, expecting him to meet her halfway, but he moved his hand down to her ass and pulled her closer. She closed her eyes and let her lips flow naturally with his, much like the stream in front of them.
He palmed and squeezed her ass eagerly, revealing his desires that were contrasted by their passionate and tender kiss. Their beating hearts seemed to slow down time, helping them break the restraints of society and have them swept away by the stream, allowing them a moment of uninhibited freedom as two loving human beings.
Shocked by what they had just done, they didn't know what to do or say, until she took the lead as a mother and said, "We, um, better get back before dark."
He followed her on the way back, but this time his eyes weren't focused on her ass or anything else for that matter. His mind was a whirlwind, trying to process their kiss while overcome with his darkest, incestual fantasies that hijacked his sense of morality. He felt guilty, his judgment told him he had done something wrong, but an equal, if not superior, argument told him it was right.
She was going through mostly the same thoughts. Their feelings for each other were mutual, there was no doubt about the love and sexual tension between them, but the responsibility for their actions fell on her as the older, more mature person. She knew he was thinking of consummating their relationship, willing to forego societal taboos and establish them as woman and man, not just mother and son.
A blend of fear and excitement urged her forward, feeling like prey to the young wolf salivating over her flesh, in the form of her virile son. She had no intention of trying to escape, she wanted to be caught and ravaged, to be her son's Valentine's Day feast.
Back in the cabin, she took control of the situation and returned to a semblance of normalcy by offering him dinner. "You hungry?" she asked, bending over and inadvertently displaying her ass one more time. The fridge didn't have much in it, all it did was make him hungrier for her flesh while she looked through it.
"No, I'm good, thanks," he declined, having no room for appetite after what had transpired. "I'm just gonna sleep early."
"Yeah, um, good call," she said, knowing that a good night's sleep would put everything behind them.
They hadn't packed much for the short trip, and sleeping in their underwear was no different than what they did at home. Standing next to the bed, he pulled his shirt over his head, giving her a moment to steal a glance at his toned, lower abdomen.
However, she stayed looking for too long and her wandering eyes were caught. "Sorry, I, er, didn't realize you had a six-pack," she said, flashing her motherly smile before hiding her embarrassment momentarily by removing her hoodie.
"Oh, nah, it's not there yet," he said, lightly blushing as he lifted the duvet cover.
She climbed in bed with him, placing her hand on his abs, keeping him off guard for a second, before tickling him to lighten the mood. Her fingers made him squirm and laugh uncontrollably until she let up and leaned forward to kiss around his belly button. "Well, you sure are getting there," she complimented.
Being slightly chubby, she had always dated around her league as people called it, never experiencing a body like her son's. She continued kissing and caressing him playfully, but her tender, motherly kisses soon gave way to more erotic ones that had her tongue pushing just past her lips.
The warming of her skin coincided with the twitching of his cock against her breasts. The mutual arousal had been ignited and that's when he knew the lustful woman within her had come out to play and it was no longer just his mother in bed with him.
She pulled her leggings down, intending to do it discreetly, not realizing there was a mirror behind her that gave him a good view of her ass cheeks and the pink thong that was mostly buried between them.
I was right, a pink thong, he thought, feeling his erection bulging the fabric of his pants and boxers. What a perfect fucking ass, mom.
She turned her eyes to him and noticed he was looking to the side, making her check behind her to see what he was looking at. "Oh, sorry, I got carried away," she said, letting her motherly side regain control. She sat on the bed and finished removing her leggings, taking her time until the hot flush on her face disappeared.
He pulled the cover over him and discreetly took off his pants to avoid a situation like hers. He didn't have to look to know he was bulging hard, he could feel it throbbing and begging him for his mother's attention.
She joined him under the cover and let out a sigh. "The cupid must've mistaken us for a couple out here," she said.
He slid one arm under her pillow and placed the other one around her in the spooning position. It was a way for him to disguise his intentions but his erection against her ass made his effort futile.
"Out in nature, there's no right or wrong," he said, moving his hand down to her thigh.
He tried a methodical approach to enjoy her smooth skin. He did his best to transmit a tender touch, but soon his eager hand was palming her bare ass, taking in its softness.