Forbidden Attraction: Water Canoe Area 2

*** Day 5 ***

As usual, Jake was up with the son and had coffee and breakfast ready for his mother by the time she stumbled out of the tent an hour later.

"We"re in the back-country now mom," said Jake over breakfast. "Now we get to relax and enjoy the peace and quiet."

Still sore from the first 2 days of paddling, Amber almost cheered at the news.

"So, you"re going to paddle me around while I work on my tan?" she asked her son.

"Sure will," Jake answered, "it"s your vacation too."

By 9:30 they had packed up the camp and were shoving off into the waters. The sun was already warm and temperatures were climbing into the 80s. Amber used her paddle and the spare to span the distance between the bow of the canoe and her seat then put a blow-up raft on top of them to fashion her sunning spot for the day.

Jake"s dick never went flaccid while he paddled his mother around the clear waters. While her first swimsuit was athletic and made for activity, the one she wore now was a tiny bikini style so she could maximize her exposure to the sun"s bronzing rays. It was light green in color and barely concealed the full round mounds of his mother"s breast which parted toward her sides with their weight. Likewise, the bottoms did little more than conceal his mother"s forbidden sexuality. When wet they did that poorly, providing an outline of her beautiful pussy lips and landing strip.

Around midday, Jake spied a rope swing someone had tied to a tree which stretched over the water. Jake directed the canoe to the shoreline and started to climb the shore. After a few minutes he reached the rope and launched into the air. The swing took him over the water and when he released he was 15 foot above the cool waters.

After watching her son swing and splash 3 times, Amber found the courage to try it for herself, while Jake cheered for her still in the water just outside of the landing zone. With a joyful scream, Amber swung through the air and released at the top of the arch, her body accelerating with exhilarating speed toward the water.

"Shit!" exclaimed Amber when she came up to the surface.

"What"s wrong mom?" Jake inquired.

"I lost my top," admitted her mother. "Help me find it."

The two dove and felt around for Amber"s bikini top for 15 minutes before finally admitting defeat.

"Will you go get my other swimsuit top," Amber asked her son.

"Nope," taunted Jake. "You"ve got nothing I haven"t seen before."

"I"m your mother," she answered.

"I"m topless and, I"m sorry, but your tits need some sun," Jake spat back.

He had a point. If she wore the other suit, her tan lines would be similar to wearing a sleeveless shirt and would look terrible under summer dresses when she got home.

"OK," Amber conceded, "but you can"t look."

"Mom, you have better tits than most of the girls my age," Jake protested. "I won"t be able to help it."

"Well," his mother paused, "Just try not to stare." Her son"s complement of her breasts did not go unnoticed or unappreciated. It felt good to be desirable to a younger man, even if he was her son.

"Deal," replied Jake.

They climbed back into the boat and paddled around for a couple more hours, Jake"s eyes trained on his mothers, pink-tipped, silky smooth globes.

The summer heat seemed relentless and finally Jake decided to jump in for a dip. His previous swim in shorts had caused some chaffing as they dried so he decided to shed them before jumping in. His mother was laying on her front so he was able to do this without her noticing.

Amber felt the canoe shift beneath her body and heard the splash a fraction of a second before she felt the cool water spray across her back. The splash was refreshing and beckoned her into the water. Standing she faced her son in the water, no longer burdened by modesty, breasts exposed for his viewing pleasure. The lustful look in her son"s eyes made Amber feel weak in the knees, she could tell she aroused him and the guilty pleasure was enchanting.

Diving from the canoe, Amber swam, eyes closed under water towards her son. She embarrassingly misjudged the distance and she smashed into him while still underwater. In the confusion she felt his erection on her face and then somehow she grasped it in her hand.

"What the...?" Amber gasped coming up from beneath the water. She felt angry and embarrassed at the same time.

"I"m sorry son, I didn"t mean..." Amber stammered.

"Its fine, you didn"t know," answered her son. "I"m not wearing shorts."

"Really..." quirked back his mother.

"Wet shorts caused chaffing that I"d rather avoid," Jake continued.

"Got it," smiled his mother.

Mother and son splashed playfully in the cool waters before starting a game of Marco Polo. The first time her son grabbed her breasts Amber knew this game was not appropriate for a topless mother to play with her naked son, but the touch was probably accidental. Throughout the game, Jake"s groping became more deliberate to the point where he would boldly pinch his mother"s hardened nipples. Amber knew this was forbidden, taboo in society, but it was just for fun, so she let it continue.

The sexual attention and its forbidden nature was making Amber hot with envy. Most of the touching had been by her son, but now she was joining in, letting her hand graze his cock a few times and even occasionally giving it a playful tug.

In the heat of the moment, Jake pulled his mother in and began to kiss her. Amber"s womanly instincts reacted first, welcoming his kiss, opening her mouth to receive his tongue. Then, like on a delay, her motherly instincts resurfaced.

"Stop," she exclaimed pushing away from her son in the water. "That"s too far."

"I"m sorry," called Jake after his mother as she swam towards the canoe. "I just got caught up..."

Amber didn"t reply. She was the parent, it was her responsibility. She was angry at herself for allowing it to go too far.... as a mother. As a woman, Amber had never desired anything more than to feel her son"s young cock inside her. She almost came thinking about it on her swim back to the canoe.

By the time Jake crawled back into the canoe, his mother had found and donned her athletic swim top concealing the temptation from him. They canoed in silence, Amber torn between mother and woman and Jake hoping his impetuousness hadn"t ruined any future chance he had with the woman of his fantasies. Their silence continued through making camp and dinner and they even went to sleep without saying anything to one another.

Their forbidden attraction and taboo play hung in the tent like a thick, steamy cloud.

*** Day 6 ***

"We should start heading back today," Amber told her son when she rose for breakfast the next morning. "I don"t think I can handle another paddle parade like the one we took to get this far out."

"Sure, that"s fine mom," Jake answered. "Listen, I"m sorry about yesterday, it"s just you"re so fucking hot I couldn"t help myself."

"We just can"t let it happen again," his mother answered. "We need to respect the lines."

Within an hour they had cleaned up camp and were back on the water headed back to the launch site. They were crossing a large lake when Amber pointed out the storm clouds on the horizon. The two paddled hard, but still had several hundred yards to shore when the winds and driving rain hit them like a hurricane. As the rain fell so did the temperatures dropping from the upper 70s to the low 50s. They couldn"t stop paddling long enough to put on their rain gear for fear of losing ground, capsizing or worse. For at least an hour they battled trying to gain the last 200 yards to shore, their bodies exhausted, aching and numb from the cold.

Amber wasn"t sure they were going to survive this storm. Jake had similar thoughts.

Somehow, they finally pulled their canoe on shore and even more amazingly managed to set up their tent in the driving winds and rain. Fortunately their gear was all safe in waterproof bags and their sleeping bags were warm and dry.

Even in the relative safety of the tent, Amber and Jake were wet and cold, dancing dangerously close to hyperthermia. Their classes had primed them for this situation. Without saying a word, both mother and son peeled off their cold wet clothes. Jake zipped together the sleeping bags and both damp chilled bodies crawled inside. Jake wrapped his arms around his mother and pulled her tight hoping to preserve whatever body heat still remained between them.