"Oh, darling!" Betty cried. "I'm so sorry! That was a stupid idea!"
"It way my idea, too," Rick panted, giving her a sheepish grin. "I should have thought it out. Christ, we almost got killed!"
As he put his fear into words, he and Betty impulsively grabbed each other and hugged each other tightly. Then they made their way to shore, arms around each other's waist, acutely aware of how much they loved each other and how close they had come to disaster.
"Whew!" Rick said, flopping down into the warm, thick grass. "Let's get our breath back!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Betty lay down beside him, and he put his head on her shoulder, as he used to do when he was a small boy and frightened about something. She caressed his hair, and the boy nuzzled happily against her, secure in her warmth and attention. With the hot sun beating down on them and the delicious smell of the grass, mother and son felt a dream-like suspension of time and reality. There were only the two of them in the whole world at that moment, and they didn't need anybody else. Rick snuggled still closer to his mother, and his wet hand accidentally touched one of her big swelling tits.
Betty felt electrified. Her breasts were extremely sensitive, and she was easily aroused when they were touched. Rick's cool hand felt great on her tender flesh, and although she knew she should shrug it away, she couldn't bring herself to move. Perhaps it was best, anyway, not to make a big deal of it. One thing she and Herb still agreed about was that the children should never be taught any inhibitions about sex or about the human body. With a little sigh, Betty let her son's hand remain where it was, barely cupping the lower swell of her left breast.
When his mother said and did nothing to discourage him, Rick smiled gleefully to himself. Maybe she hadn't noticed. It had been quite accidental, touching her there, but now that he'd done it, he was thinking excitedly about further explorations. He moved his hand upward just a little, very gently so as not to alarm her. Now his palm covered the lower quarter of that huge tit, and he marveled at the softness, the tenderness of her flesh. Slowly he moved upward till felt the bumpy flesh of her nipple against his hand. He placed a curious finger on it, circling it and feeling it stiffen. His mother gave a low sigh.
Unable restrain himself, Rick suddenly sat up and put both hands boldly on her breasts, fondling and squeezing them feverishly, getting delicious fistfuls of quivering cushiony flesh. He noticed a very strange expression coming over her face. At first she gawked at him, wide-eyed, but as he continued his swift tit-fondling, her eyes seemed to roll and then they closed. Her head sank back heavily in the grass, and her mouth opened to emit another sigh. He couldn't be sure, but it looked like she was grinning!
Really excited now, the boy squeezed her big soft jugs even more firmly and commandingly. He thought of his teenage girlfriends and all the brief, frantic groping in parked cars. He'd removed a few bras and fondled a few tits in his time, but never a magnificent pair of jugs like these. His mother made all those timid little girls seem flat-chested and unexciting. And to add to his joy, she seemed to like what he was doing to her.
Betty was ashamed of herself but, in fact, she was loving every second of this bizarre scene, and just couldn't bring herself to tell Rick to stop. Her whole body buzzed with excitement, and his feverish pawing of her breasts caused shocks of pleasure to shoot from her nipples right to her violently creaming cunt. She felt her juices steaming out to wet the grass, and for a brief, dizzy moment, she thought how easy it would be right now to lift Rick onto her body and let him sink his stiff little rod into her starved, aching vagina. She moaned hungrily as she imagined how wonderful it would feel and how terribly she wanted it. But it was insane. Rick was her son!
And if it was wrong for her son to ball her, what the hell did she think she was doing now, letting him play with her tits? Reluctantly, Betty shook herself into a sense of reality. Smiling gently, she reached out and took his hands, removing them from her quivering breasts.
"That's enough, dear," she said. "We ought to be getting back to camp."
Intense disappointment clouded his handsome young face. Just when he was getting somewhere! Damnit, he'd been certain she was enjoying it, so why did she suddenly back off? He would never understand grownups and the silly way they had of spoiling their own fun.
"Aw, not yet, please!" he whined. "It's a long time till supper, let's stay here a while."
Betty eyed him closely, wondering exactly what was on his mind. When he had fondled her breasts, was it just a game, just mischief, or had he actually been aroused? She decided that the gesture had been innocent. Rick was sixteen, plenty old enough to feel sexual impulses, but not for his own mother! That was unthinkable.
"All right, dear," she said, "we'll stay just a little while longer."
Rick grinned and snuggled happily into her arms again. When he didn't resume his play with her tits, Betty relaxed. She began to caress him affectionately, maternally, enjoying the feel of his smooth sleek young body. Rick sighed and went limp and submissive, enjoying her gentle touch. The sun continued to beat down, and Betty felt almost hypnotised with physical comfort, hardly knowing when her hands wandered.
Then, quite suddenly, she realized that she was fondling her son's penis.
It had happened quite innocently, without her aware of it until her fingers curled around the limp soft shaft. Certainly Rick had betrayed no unusual reactions, only giving a particularly happy sigh as she touched him there. Now the rubbery little prick snuggled warm and soft in the palm of her hand, virginal and innocent. She couldn't resist giving it an affectionate little squeeze. Rick sighed again.
She knew she should stop right there. This was forbidden territory, she had no business touching him there. Yet, as if possessed by some overpowering dark instinct, Betty found herself pumping his hot little peter, then trailing her tickling fingers down over the limp warm sacs of his balls, into the smooth bare space between his legs, and over the bumpy surface of his anal opening. Everything about him was so clean and smooth and inviting. Impulsively, she withdrew her hand for a moment, lubricated the tip of her little finger with her own abundant pussy juices, and then teasingly inserted the finger a little way into his tight anus, pumping gently.
"Ahhhh!" sighed Rick.
She felt his sphincter muscle relaxing, inviting further penetration, and she inched her finger farther into his clinging hot asshole.
"Oh, wow!" Rick squealed. "I really dig that! Keep doing it!"
Betty blushed hotly. She knew it was an incredibly wicked thing to do, but she just couldn't resist giving him pleasure. She worked her finger into his rectum as far as she could, impaling him stiffly and snugly, then began to pump and probe. Rick wriggled happily in her arms. With her free hand she rubbed and tickled his floppy little cock and balls, heightening his pleasure.
"Awww, yeah!" the boy moaned. "Great! Play with my cock, Mom, pump it!"
Dizzily, Betty obeyed, curling her fingers around the flaccid little shaft and pumping it firmly. Rick whinnied and bucked, hugely enjoying the double play with his anus and cock. Then suddenly Betty stopped, freezing in alarm. To her horror, Rick's immature penis was going ramrod stiff in her hand.
You fool, she told herself angrily, you should have known that would happen! Of all the disgusting things to do, playing with her son's prick till she gave him a hard-on!