Of Beauty Rich and Rare (a memoir)

"Oh don't stop," Mum whispered.

"I won't," I replied retaking my position beside her. I noticed the sheet even lower, half of her buttocks exposed. Oh Jesus, I thought. Did she do that or had it happened naturally when I moved? Whatever the cause, I used it to great affect, allowing my fingertips to caress the upper flesh of her cheeks, her body covered with goosebumps. She constantly sighed when I trailed over certain regions, her shoulders particularly. But as the time progressed, the closer I made it to her bottom, the more content her moans. I noticed her thighs had parted, the sheet laying over each individual leg like pants. I was now freely stroking my hard-on with my spare hand as I massaged her, yet still in two minds about her discovering it. There was something going on here, no one could deny that surely, but what if there wasn't? That off chance that it was all in my mind. It would be a disaster.

Her sighing I noticed had ceased. Replaced with a steady measured breathing. That she was asleep wasn't immediately clear to me but when I changed it up and allowed the melting cube to drip between her bum cheeks and she didn't respond, I was sure.

My heart was beating rapidly. I didn't want to stop. I wanted to keep touching her the entire night through. And hadn't she told me not to? The ice cube dissolving completely as I traveled down again along her spine I reached the cleft between her buttocks and kept going, my fingertips delving between her cheeks. I reached the end of her tailbone and withdrew, retracing my way up her spine before again descending.

What to do? The ice cube gone. Caressing her skin with only my cold wet fingers. Every cell of my being was telling me to go for it. Reach between my mother's parted thighs, touch her vagina. My hand now with the palm flat on her lower back, the curve of her buttocks beneath me. And then fully upon them, the gap between radiating heat from her arsehole, her pussy. The scent tangible. I stroked my way across one cheek, pressing harder as I massaged, hearing the wet sound of her labia parting, the perfume of an aroused vagina stronger.

It was all too much. Too hot. The hand around my cock was squeezing too hard, her pheromones assaulting my senses, intoxicating. I felt my orgasm approach and unable to draw myself back from the brink, panicked. I wrenched my hand from my mother's arse and reached for the glass of water, turning my body as I aimed my cock into its half full contents, I felt Mum stir and rise beside me. Cumming, with my back to her, I could see her sit up out of the corner of my eye, pulling her nightie down over her body.

"Oh I must have fallen asleep," she yawned, stretching.

Again and again I shot cum into the glass, as I managed to drop down off the bunk and hopefully out of her sight, water splashing from the rim as I went. Finally managing to tuck my still fully hard cock back into my shorts when my flow decreased.

"Yeah you did," I agreed, realising how close I'd come to embarrassing myself completely.

"I'm so thirsty, can I have a sip?" She hinted at the glass as I headed towards the sink.

"NO! It mean, it's warm," I lied. "I'll get you a fresh one."

"Thank you Baby," she sighed. "You're so good to me."

I heard her yawn and by the time I'd tipped out my cum filled glass and poured her another fresh from the fridge, her gentle snoring. It was then I was finally able to relax.

You idiot. I told myself. I'd almost been caught masturbating myself over my sleeping mother. How would my father have reacted to this one if he found out? But how would he? I asked myself. Would Mum ever divulge what was happening here? That she had wrestled me whilst not wearing underwear. That she'd rubbed her own dirty panties in my face, accidentally of course!? That she'd coaxed me to massage her naked body with an ice cube? She would never tell her husband.

I lay back on top of my sheet and as I played the events over in my head, my cock again rose to the occasion. I did nothing to hide its presence.

*

The Morning

It was a kookaburra and gentle pressure on my arm that drew me out of slumber. I slowly opened my eyes to a view of my mother's cleavage sitting above her slightly parted thighs as she squatted beside the bed. Still wearing her nightie, still panty-less, she smiled.

"Hey sleepyhead," she whispered. "You've got to see this!"

I had all I needed to see right in front of me but was curious to know what she was referring to.

"What?" I asked, throwing back my sheet before I'd really thought about things and sitting up, still half asleep.

Mum's eyes dropped to it before I was aware and I followed her gaze. My morning erection standing proud through the fly of my boxer shorts.

"Oh Jesus," I gasped, throwing a hand down over myself and hiding it away. "I'm sorry it's not about you, it happens in the morning, I didn't know you..."

Mum held a finger up to her mouth to silence me. "Shhhh, its alright. It's nothing I haven't seen before. But there's something you have to see." She held out a hand and took mine that had just touched my cock, lifting me to my feet. It was then I noticed she had on her hiking boots. "Come on, it's outside."

I was intrigued by her whispering and secrecy and followed her outside into the early morning air.

The sun struggling to clear the mountains behind us had painted the sky a glorious red but it wasn't the sunrise she had to show me. A mob of kangaroos was passing slowly through the camp, barely registering our presence as we exited the van. Small joeys hopped around the table sniffing for crumbs, gangly with oversized paws hinting at their eventual size, watched over by their mothers and skirting the camp, adult males.

"This is awesome," I whispered as Mum causally took my hand in hers.

"Glad we chose inland now?" She smiled, wrapping her arms around mine and drawing her body closer into me, her breasts pressing my bicep.

I gazed into her upturned still drowsy eyes, her hair mussed from sleep and had never seen her look so beautiful. "Totally," I conceded.

A particularly little joey brushed past our feet and hopped towards its mother, diving headfirst into her pouch, its feet protruding awkwardly before disappearing altogether. And with a glance in our direction, she turned and bounded away with the rest of the retreating mob.

"You think we should stay here another day?" Mum whispered expectantly.

"I think we should stay her forever!" I admitted.

"Come on," Mum pressed her smiling lips against my bare shoulder and lightly kissed. "Let's get some breakfast."

*

"I need more water," Mum called from the outdoor shower.

I had been sitting at the card table concentrating on tailoring her denim shorts but really focussed on the thin gap between the interlocking curtains of the shower screen. Probably no more than an inch of space, yet enough to excite my penis with glimpses of skin, the shadow of bum-crack and mat of wet soapy pubic hair as she turned.

"Coming," I called back and dropped the scissors, quickly making my way inside the camper-van to retrieve the boiled and cooling jug of water.

When I made it to the shower, Mum had already lowered the water reserve and I pushed the jug through the space for her to refill it.

"Oh, my hands are all soapy," she remarked. "Can you do it?"

To remove any question as to how I should proceed, she pulled apart one side of the curtain, essentially inviting me into the shower with her.

She was right, her hands were soapy, along with the rest of her naked body. As if attempting to retain some modesty she had a hand placed over her pubic hair and as I entered the shower and onto the rubber matting, trying to not make it totally obvious I was looking at her, she placed her other arm over her breasts.

I tried to remain mature. That being so close to a naked woman in a confined space was an everyday thing and I thought I was doing a pretty good job as I refilled her shower. My dick however wasn't so grown up and did its best to declare its enthusiasm as with my arms raised, my t-shirt well above my waist, it twitched violently in my loose shorts as I hardened.

"Ooh!" Mum remarked, giggling as I saw her eyes dart away from the area. "I suppose it's still technically the morning!" She tortured me, referring to my morning erection excuse.

I felt my face flush with embarrassment. It was just becoming cruel. I knew there was something between us. Why couldn't she just embrace it? Take the lead as the adult and admit she shared the feelings.

"Thank you Honey," she praised as I returned the shower to its initial height. As before she held open the curtain and I ruefully exited, doing little to disguise the fact I risked a peek at her now bare breasts, her nipples soapy, pink and erect. "I'll call you if I need more water."

Dejected I went back to my workstation and sitting down picked up the scissors. Pressing them to the denim, I began cutting higher than I'd previously started, to ultimately make them display more of my mother's buttocks; revenge for her teasing. Satisfied with my actions I again raised my eyes to the shower.

No longer so dejected.

Mum had left the shower curtains more than partially open and I could see nearly her entire body. Naked. Soapy and wet. Her rear to me, she released the valve and the shower head poured water down her back, the suds flowing over her buttocks where she slowly ran a hand between the cheeks. After picking my jaw up off the floor, I placed down the scissors and lowered a hand to my still erect cock as I watched her lift her face up to the flow of water and rinse her hair. Turning, with her eyes closed she allowed me to see her body from the front as the soap ran away.

This wasn't teasing, this was flaunting. I piled her shorts up on the table to obscure my act as I pulled my cock from my fly, stroking as I watched the show. Her fingers ran through her hair, onto her face to rub her eyes and down. Down onto her breasts, her nipples protruding through her fingers as they passed over them. Across her belly to touch her groin, both hands framing her pubic bone before one delved between her thighs, casually washing her pussy. Openly masturbating, my arm's movement would be obvious if she looked but her eyes not once diverted in my direction. It was her gift to me, surely. And I was ever so grateful.

Raising her left leg to rinse her foot followed by the right, the flow of water decreased and eventually stopped. I took it as my cue to halt my wanking and tucked my hard-on back into my shorts as she reached for her towel, slowly wrapping it around herself before finally looking in my direction as she stepped out of the shower.

"How are my shorts coming along?" She smiled as she approached.

"I ah um, haven't finished them yet," I stumbled, picking back up the scissors.

"Oh I thought you'd be done by now, what have you been up to?"

"Admiring the view," I bluntly replied, letting my eyes drop down her body, openly flirting.

She giggled and ran a hand through my hair before heading back to the van to change, the towel dropping low on her back as she entered.

I took hold of the denim and began cutting an inch higher than I'd previously marked.

*

The Second Night

Our solace was ruined somewhat when two other caravans entered the campsite after lunch. Seeing family groups heading off up to the waterhole pretty much destroyed one of the scenarios I'd been planning with Mum that afternoon. And her serving me topless outside in the freshly cut denim shorts also looked out of the question with how close one of the caravans had positioned itself to us. Before dinner I took down the shower and packed up some of our campsite in preparation of leaving in the morning and after another bbq, we decided to again play scrabble, this time inside the van.

The most provocative word I managed to come up with was "throbbing," and Mum must have been thinking along my lines as she snorted her beer again when I placed the letters.

Eleven p.m. and the two other campers were finally quiet. For the second night running, Mum and I were struggling to fall asleep and I knew it wasn't just the heat that caused it.

"I have to go again!" Mum sat up and looked down upon me, my bunk illuminated only by a small reading light.

I knew what she was referring to. Only an hour or two before I'd accompanied her to the toilet, no longer being alone in the campsite so unable to pee outside as she'd done previous and without a lock on the door, there to provide her some security.

"Ready when you are," I made to get out of bed and reach for my torch and shoes.

"I can't go back there Cody," she admitted. "The spiders. I could feel their eyes on me!"

"Well what do you want to do?"

The next few moments went in a blur as she clambered down in a hurry and brushed past me.

"Well I can't hold on!" She reasoned, probably regretting the amount of beer she had consumed in the hours previous and without footwear exited the caravan. Expecting her outdoor bucket pee, I was shocked when she re-emerged holding said bucket and closed the door behind her, rushing to the end of the van.

It was only as she placed the bucket down and squatting over it with her nightie riding up to her hips did I fully comprehend she was to pee in front of me.

"Oh shit," I exclaimed, again making to rise from my bed. "I'll wait outside."

With her face to me, her knees together and bottom touching the rim, a contented smile came to her lips as the sound of her urine hit the base.

"Oh don't worry Honey, I'm almost done," she informed me, my eyes unable to look away from hers, my cock quickly hardening.

Was it wrong to stare? Probably. I mean I couldn't actually see anything. Her white satin nightie shrouding her thighs, but the hissing sound of her stream filled in all the details I failed to spy. Not once did her eyes divert from mine as she peed and I wasn't going to look away.

"Oh," she remarked as the flow turned to a trickle. "There is something you can do for me; I forgot the paper."

I was on my feet instantly. The little light from my reading lamp behind me, I was sure my erection would be in shadow but it didn't faze me either way. I wanted her to see it. To again see the affect she was having on my body, on my mind. I found the toilet paper roll in the cupboard by the door and ventured toward her.

"Just a couple of sheets Honey," she suggested and I followed, placing back the entire roll.

When again I looked at her, she was standing. With both hands holding her satin slip up at her waist, her bare legs astride the bucket, I stared directly at her pussy as a few remaining drips of urine fell from her pubic hair. Before her now, paper in my shaking hand, I willed my eyes up her body to her face and met her gaze, her intent eyes piercing.

"Would you like to?" She whispered as she made no attempt to take the paper from me, clearly hinting what both of us wanted.

I didn't reply but swallowing hard, lowered my hand with the sheets in the palm between her legs.

When the contact came it seemed natural. That my hand was always meant to be there, pressed to her vagina. The heat flowed through the thin paper with the dampness it absorbed. Not only urine, her lubrication drenching the double ply. I rubbed my hand back and forth, pressing gently. The contour of her labia, the entrance to her vagina, the pubic hair, all tangible. A held breath escaped my mother's lungs and I felt her thighs wobble around my hand, her legs becoming weak with the realisation of what was taking place. The crack of a firework startled us, the red light glowing across the campsite and shining through the fly-wire, illuminating my mother's face as we both turned in the direction of one of the other campers.

When we again looked at each other we were both smiling.

"Well that was something!" She grinned as she allowed her nightie to drop from her hands and I withdrew the toilet paper, stepping back and placing it in the bin.

Mum bent down to take the bucket and I moved in quickly.

"I'll do that," I offered, reaching for her bounty.

"Are you sure?"

I nodded and headed with the bucket towards the door.

"God it's so hot in here," Mum commented as I opened and took a step outside, turning to look back at her leaning against the bench, her pubic mound standing out beneath the white satin.

"Ice cube therapy?" I proposed and a look of excitement flooded over her face.

"I'll get it ready!"

I stepped off into the darkness and stood for a moment in the quiet of the bush under a blanket of stars, a minute of silent reflection. This was happening. The intimate moments we'd shared in the last couple of days had led to this. My hand had touched her vagina. I had wiped her for God's sake. It couldn't get more intimate. I looked down at the bucket and whatever you may think of me, I could've drunk the contents then and there I was so in love, so infatuated with her.

I didn't! I threw her pee into the scrub and made my way back inside. She was already on the bunk, a sheet over her body, a knee raised under the cover. I wasted no time in going to her, noting the glass of ice filled water beside the bed and retrieving a cube.

On her back, I waited for her to turn over as my movement caused the sheet to slide partly down her chest. That she no longer wore her nightie was immediately obvious, the curve of her breasts exposed as she assisted the passage of the sheet down her torso.

"Not your back tonight?" I asked, kneeling beside her, my erection tenting the front of my boxer shorts, not yet finding the fly.

"We can try this can't we?" She purred as she stopped the sheets progression at her pelvis before lowering her leg to lie flat.

"Of course we can," I concurred as the melting ice cube dripped upon her collarbone.

I placed it down on her neck and she gripped the sheets, arching her back at the sudden cold, her breasts lifting towards me before she relaxed and retook her position.

"Oh God Cody, that feels so nice," her hand covering the short distance to climb up onto my knee.

"Oh yeah? Do you like it?"

"I love it Baby," she whispered as her eyes closed and I trailed the ice down onto her chest.

Between her breasts I ran, following the line of an imaginary bra as I circled each mammary in turn before I centred in on the nipple. Hardening beneath my fingers, she in turn let out a sigh as her hand stroked across my knee, ever so slowly rising up my thigh.

I took another ice cube from the glass, shifting my hips in the process to allow my hard-on to escape its confines, proudly exiting the fly and standing erect between my outstretched legs. Mum had opened her eyes and was watching my hand massaging her breasts, her legs parting beneath the sheet. I took it as a sign and replacing the almost fully melted cube with the fresh one, continued my journey down her body.

Over her ribs I ran the ice, leaving her nipples erect behind me. Onto her belly where a reservoir of water formed in her navel and lower. Her hand inched its way up my thigh to meet the hem of my shorts and continued as I met the top of her pubic hair. Her further parting legs pulled the sheet down across her pubic bone and my fingers followed, pushing the ice into her mat of dark pubes and rising onto her mound.

Mum's hand found my cock. Her fingers wrapped around me and tentatively squeezed as if testing my hardness as you would ripe fruit. Just as I lowered the ice between her legs and found her vagina fiery with desire, she began her stroking. Her fist enclosed around me, she reached the head and descended. I pressed the ice harder against her pussy, its consistency melting away in seconds replaced only with my fingers now sliding along her dripping labia.