Had some comments about the lack of sex in chapter 1. This one will be similar. It will be a slow burn...
I woke up the next morning to see her bed was empty, but the sun was up. I was grateful she was gone as I was sporting some morning wood that caused my shorts and the blankets to tent up a little bit. After being caught jerking off with her panties over my face the night before I wasn't sure how much more embarrassment I could take. The trip was only just starting and I had already made a fool of myself. I got up, as my tent was deflating and hit the bathroom for a morning bio break. After coming back to the mail room I noticed her handwritten note on the bedside table.
"Good morning. Looking forward to some adventure today with my favorite guy. I went to get some coffee but will be back soon. We don't want to be late. Love Mom." the note said.
"Great, I could use some coffee." was my first thought then it occurred to me that I could get ready without her here and get that much further ahead. Not knowing how long she would be I opted to change in the bathroom to limit any potential sightings if she were to come back before I was finished. I opted for compression shorts with regular shorts over top and a T-shirt with some athletic shoes.
"Good morning sleepyhead!" I heard as the door opened and I was just tying the last of my laces on my shoes. Mom looked relaxed and happy this morning- wearing a tight fitting T-shirt and a pair of what wold generously be called cutoffs. The shorts were very short and showed off her legs quite nicely. The jersey material was taut across her boobs and she had her hair pulled back this morning. She carried two cups of coffee with her.
"Good morning Mom. I'm all set so we won't be late. Thanks for the coffee run." as I reached forward to take a cup.
"Of course. I'll drink up and get ready." Mom replied while handing me a cup and a kiss on the cheek.
I sat on my bed enjoying my coffee as she busied herself around the room, getting a few things she needed clothes wise and heading into the bathroom to change. We were idly chatting about how we slept, the resort, the coffee, and our expectations for the day when I realized Mom didn't close the door all the way and I could see her reflection in the mirror. We kept chatting but I noticed she pulled her T-shirt over her head in one quick motion revealing a baby blue bra with lace on the top of the cups. She stopped, looking at herself in her mirror and then tugged up on the straps of her bra making her ample tits jiggle.
"How many miles do you want to try for today?" she asked me, as I unknowingly watched her shake her breasts and then reach behind her back to unclasp the bra, letting her tits spill out in all their glory.
"Umm, I don't know...maybe the 4 mile loop?" I offered, distracted by the show she was giving, albeit unintentionally.
"Yea, I think that works. I definitely want to swim in one of the springs though." she said as she pulled her cutoffs down to reveal she wasn't wearing panties this morning. There she was, naked, although the view was somewhat obstructed. "You are bringing something to swim in right?" she questioned.
"Yea Mom. Swimming sounds like a good idea. I'll make sure I do that." mumbling as I felt my shorts tent and that familiar feeling of being aroused rushing through my veins and my mid section. She pulled on what looked like a bikini bottom, and a new pair of shorts but was still quite topless, much to my enjoyment.
"I'll be ready in a few. It's almost time to get to the boat dock after all. Quick morning so far." she said matter of factly as she clipped the matching bikini top on, corralling her bosom within the confines of the fabric she chose for the day. I replied with some semblance of "Mmhmm." or something as I watched her pull a grey T-shirt over her head, check her hair and then slide the door open all the way and step out.
"Ta-da!" she exclaimed with outstretched arms and fingers, as if she was presenting herself in some Jazz ensemble line. She quickly dropped the act and grabbed her shoes and we were off to the boat dock.
As the lady had told us last night, we were the only ones going to the island hike today and the boat seemed roomy enough to hold at least 10-12 people. We slowly idled away from the dock, after the Captain introduced himself as Capt. Bill and Mom and I sat across from each other midway back on the deck. We crossed the breakwater area and Capt Bill hammered down the throttle and we were off like a rocket ship. Mom was smiling ear to ear and was saying something to me, but I couldn't hear anything over the roar of the motor and the wind. As we hit some chop on the open water I noticed how her breasts moved and shook with the boat. I thought about what was happening to me and why I was somehow obsessed with my mother on this trip. Sure I had seen her body before, and realized she was attractive when guys would check her out when we went places, but this was a new level of perv for me. I didn't quite understand it.
"...so beautiful!!" i heard Mom shout as the motor wound down and we slowed. She was pointing to the crystal clear water that seemed to dart between green and blue hues with island dotting the horizon on all sides. Captain Bill slowed the boat even more as we approached was looked like just a beach, with no dock, no buildings, no infrastructure- pretty much nothing. He slowed the boat as the bow made contact with the sand and we stopped.
"This is it!" he exclaimed while giving us some maps and providing what he explained was a satellite phone that we could use if we had any trouble. "Any questions?" he waited a beat, "Good, then have fun, find adventure and call the preprogrammed number in the phone if you get in trouble or when you are ready to get picked up. Here's a bag with some snacks and some sandwiches for you, if you get hungry." as he helped Mom off the bow of the boat onto the sugar white soft sand of the beach. I jumped down and heard Mom say "Thanks, we will call when we are done." as the engine fired up and he was gone as quick as he arrived.
"Look at this!!" Mom squealed with a mile long smile on her face. She started opening the map and we saw the trail marker at the same time for the 4 mile loop. She read aloud from the map "THE 4 MILE LOOP IS MODERATELY CHALLENGING BUT SUITABLE FOR ALL FITNESS LEVELS. YOU WILL TRAVERSE THROUGH BEACHES, TREE LINED FORESTS AND ACROSS A SMALL SERIES OF HILLS TO FIND A SWIMMING SPRING AT THE MIDWAY POINT. ENJOY THE SCENERY." She stopped reading and looked at me.
"That sounds fun Mom. You good with this one?" I assured her while checking to make sure she was happy with our selection.
"I can't wait. Lets do it!" as she pulled the backpack on her shoulders and started walking toward the red trail marker with the 4 on it.
We talked about life, college, my future, her past, the island, my dad, and seemingly every topic under the sun until finally we saw the swimming spring hole a little past the "2" mile marker. Mom stopped to take in the scenery, and then we crept closer to the edge. The water smelled as pure as anything I have ever smelled- clean, fresh and pure. The water looked to be about 10 feet deep and the edges of the land dropped off into the water suddenly. I reached down and felt the very temperate mid 70's water and splashed some at Mom who giggled as she dropped the backpack and deftly avoided my splashing.
"Last one in is a rotten egg!" she exclaimed as she stripped off her shirt and shimmied out of her shorts as only a woman seems to be able to do. Her shapely, slightly and pleasantly plump belly exposed. Her bikini wasn't a teeny tiny little thing, but more along the lines of what a midlife aged mom who still knew she looked good would wear. It was multi colored with some shapes on it. The top did a good job or showing off her curves without flaunting them and the bottoms hugged her butt in all the right ways. I realized she was looking at me, staring, without saying anything.
"What?" I asked, sheepishly.
