Note: This is the second part of a series. I strongly recommend reading Chapter 1 first. Also, this story parallels my Crash-n-Burn series, from Maisie's point of view. If you are reading those stories, be aware that there will be major spoilers here. This piece is a bit longer, as I wanted to keep their camping trip in one chapter.
Finally, I always welcome feedback. Enjoy.
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WEEDS
It was a snowy, wet day in mid-November. I had been putting in long hours, making sure that everything was on track for the various Christmas displays that would be going out soon. As much as I loved working at the Gage Park Tropical Greenhouse, there were a couple times each year that got to be stressful. Christmas was one of them.
The smell hit me as soon as I stepped into the house. It was a sweet and acrid odour that I was more than familiar with, having spent many days half-stoned with Nate - days that had led to some very adventurous episodes. The problem was, it was the last thing I wanted to smell right now. I barely took the time to kick off my boots and toss my coat on the sofa. I could hear Estelle and Cole talking as I reached her room, the smell much stronger.
I threw her door open, pausing a moment to take in the scene. They were both on the bed, Estelle in not much more than a camisole and panties. She was currently working on undoing Cole's belt. A saucer on her dresser, next to the door, held the smoking remains.
"What the hell is this?" I asked, picking up the roach.
Estelle jumped sideways with a scream. "Umm, it's a cigarette."
"I know marijuana when I smell it, and when I see it. Do you remember why you came here?"
"It's not that big a deal..."
"Really? You're eighteen now, do you know what that means?" I calmed my voice, trying to get through to her. "Estelle, if you get arrested, you go to adult jail, with an adult sentence. Are you trying to ruin your life?"
"It's only one joint."
"That's all it takes, as you know. Your previous conviction was for marijuana, so it would be considered a second offence."
"I was told the records are sealed."
"No, they're protected because you were a minor. You got a discharge, but the record is accessible for one year, and that's still two months away. You're so close, Estelle, I don't to see you mess it up now."
"It's just one fucking joint."
"Fine. I told you no drugs in my house. And I will not allow Cole to get involved in your mistakes. Since I can't trust you any more..."
I had wanted to convince her that it was in her best interest to do as I asked, but I could see that wasn't going to happen. I promised Brian I'd do whatever it took to protect her, and I intended to keep that promise. She wasn't listening, so it was time to change tactics. I turned and headed out the door. I collected a hammer and screwdriver and came back, pulling the pins from the door hinges.
"What are you doing?" Estelle yelled.
"I can't trust you to follow my rules, so I need to be able to keep my eye on you. If you want the door back, you need to prove to me that I can trust you."
"You can't do that! It's not fair."
I stopped. "Fair? This has nothing to do with fair, Estelle. This is protecting my home, my son and you. Don't worry, Cole's door is coming down too."
"I didn't even touch the joint," Cole protested.
"Really? Your eyes are just as bloodshot as hers. Just be glad this is all I'm doing."
A few minutes later both doors were in the basement. Sure, Cole could easily put them back on. But, I knew that he wouldn't. He would recognize that it was a punishment, and take it with as much grace as he could muster. I just had to see if I could do the same.
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For the next while, I made a point of checking on Cole and Estelle whenever I passed their rooms. I also performed 'spot checks' to ensure there was no contraband. I'd look through their dresser drawers, check under the mattress, things like that. When I found Cole's stash of pornography, he turned bright red. I shook the magazines out to make sure nothing was hidden in the pages, then slipped them back under the mattress.
At first, they hid around the corner when they were changing. I simply walked into their rooms and watched as dispassionately as possible. There were a couple complaints, and I simply told them that I would investigate any time they were acting suspiciously. If they didn't like it, they were free to move out.
There was one unexpected side-effect of this. Both of them became used to being seen semi- or completely nude. I was not really surprised to find that I liked how Cole looked, given how much was like his father. Estelle, however, was a shock. I had never really thought of women sexually before, but her petite frame just looked amazing. She usually had her pussy shaved, while I left a patch of hair on my pubic mound. When combined with her usual Tinkerbell hairdo, Estelle naked was the picture of a sexy little pixie.
Whatever it was about her, Estelle noticed me noticing her. She started to perform for me a bit, stretching unnecessarily when she undressed, bending over or spreading her legs to flash me. For my part, every time I passed by, I stopped and watched her show. Not that she had lost interest in Cole; she probably showed her body off to him even more. More than once I caught one or the other of them going from the shower to their rooms wearing nothing but a towel. And the towel wasn't always covering much.
One particular night, I heard Estelle start the shower just before I went upstairs. As I passed Cole's room, I heard him moan. I looked in, seeing him lying on the bed, legs slightly spread. He was completely naked, masturbating with his eyes closed. It did not take much imagination to guess the topic of his fantasy. Before I could make myself continue to my room, he moaned again. White cum jetted from his very nice cock, arcing in the air and landing across his chest and hips. I must have made a noise, because he suddenly opened his eyes.
"Sorry, Mom. I didn't mean to do that while you were up."
I waved away his apology. "No, it's my fault. I heard something as I passed by and stopped. That's perfectly natural behaviour for a boy your age. Don't worry about it."
I walked away before he could respond, slipping into my room and closing the door. As I started to undress, I realized that I was much too worked up to go to sleep. Of course, it wasn't Cole's fault. And, I was his mother, so I was not in any way interested in him as a sexual partner. It was just the raw masculinity of him coming that was affecting me, that's all.
I quickly stripped and pulled the blankets back. Pulling my favourite vibrator from its hiding spot under the bed, I tossed back the blankets and lay down. It did not take long for me to realize that I would not need lube. I wasted no time, quickly bringing myself to an orgasm. I told myself that I was visualizing Nate, even if he seemed thinner than I remembered. I ended up using the vibrator until I had climaxed two more times.
Cole and Estelle soon started to hang in the doorway while the other was changing. Neither seemed to mind the watching, though. When it was just Estelle watching Cole, I knew that he gave her a bit of a show. If I was there, he was careful not to display too much, and usually changed quickly. Estelle, though, always made sure that whoever was watching got a good strip-tease. And, I found that I didn't mind at all. After all, she was technically not related to me at all, right? She was also very cute.
When I had first taken the doors off, Cole and Estelle made sure to wear something to bed. But that changed, too, and they both began to sleep nude. I couldn't really complain, as I almost always slept naked. The difference, of course, was that I still had a door to close. But, I had taught Cole that there was nothing wrong with nudity, so I had no grounds to complain even if I wanted to. When he was younger, we were often causally nude, though he had become a little self-conscious when he hit puberty. I had stopped being completely naked around him after that, though he often saw me in just my underwear. After the doors came off, we all gradually relaxed our dress code a bit.
I had not seen them getting intimate in their rooms, but they had been spending a lot more time cuddling on the sofa. Estelle, in particular, took to wearing much less around the house. There were signs that they were doing more than just hugging, but they had made sure to keep their behaviour around me mostly PG.
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AFTER PARTY
