This story was inspired by the book, "Underwater Love" by Mark Yasenchak.
My father died when I was 15. His family had a history of heart problems causing early death--a condition he undoubtedly passed on to me. My mother had complications when I was born, precluding a second child. Since the family had moved to the west coast when I was quite young, it became just the two of us. It seems Mother's family and Dad's brothers' wives had no interest in leaving Illinois even for a vacation. Our contact became irregular phone calls. Mother's family wasn't much better.
I was close to both my parents as a child, but when I became a teenager I drifted away a bit. It didn't seem deliberate on my part; I assumed it was typical. When my father died, I became "the man of the house." Mother and I quickly regained the closeness we had had before; Mother seemed to really need me and I guess I was smart enough to step up. I was more than happy to play comforter and consoler, too. It seems dad had shut out everyone his last two years, including Mother. Unhappiness and confusion had made Mother shut down. In our many talks about it, I reasoned that rather than living every moment, dad had decided he was already dead since he was already older than his family's average. I vowed to myself and Mother that I would never repeat his mistake.
Every year, we had spent a week at a small cabin by a private lake in the woods. It was really just a pond, but we liked it. I swam, we went for walks in the woods, and just unwound. It was a fishing cabin belonging to one of dad's old co-workers, and when he passed on, his family continued to rent it out in the summer. I remember sitting on Mother's lap in the Adirondak chair when I was little. We continued going after father died. At least, we did until I left home after high school.
I'm ashamed to admit I wasn't the best in visiting Mother over the next four years, only seeing her for two Christmases, but we did talk regularly on the phone. When I graduated, Mother came to the ceremony. I realized she hadn't changed a bit since I left home! Didn't she age at all? We decided to go back to the pond—if the old owners still had it and still lived at the number Mother had—as I had a couple of weeks before I started my new job.
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I went back to the old town with Mother, and we spent a couple days getting ready. The old phone number was still good, and they were happy to hear from Mother again. So we bought provisions, packed up her car, and headed into the hills.
Two days later, I was sitting in the big Adirondak chair with my legs apart while Mother sat between them. She lay back against my chest with her head on my shoulder while I wrapped my arms around her stomach and my back settled into the cushion. It felt a little strange, like roles had been reversed, but I liked it. I liked holding this beautiful woman that was my Mother.
"So, are you still seeing Susan? That was her name, wasn't it?"
"No. I decided she wasn't what I needed. Short term or long. What about you? Have you been dating?"
"Are you kidding? Who would want to date me?" It was the response I'd heard every time we had talked on the phone, but seeing her now I couldn't drop it anymore. Knowing her, and looking at her from a new perspective, I just had to stop her from putting herself down.
"Get real, Mother! You're still gorgeous, you're intelligent, have a great sense of humor... If I had a shot, I'd date you even though you ARE my Mother. Rules of society be damned!"
"That's nice of you to say, sweetie, but you're just being nice."
"I'm serious! Have you never noticed the way men look at you?"
"No."
"I've been watching; they lust after you. Anyone that's hit puberty and isn't gay. I've watched women following you with their eyes. At my grad ceremony, half the guys there were drooling over you, and some of the women."
"But I'm 45!"
"So? You've still got a firm, fit body. I never really noticed before because you always wore a sweatshirt and jeans or a sweater and slacks during my Christmas visits, but when you showed up for my convocation, you looked fabulous! Judging by Grandma's photos, you always will. And you KNOW you're smart, and you're always laughing. You're everything a sane man wants in his partner. You're certainly everything I want in a woman! You're every man's wet dream. I'm telling you, if you want proof I'll give it to you. Say the word and I'll carry you to the bedroom and give you a night you'll never forget!"
I was worried I'd stepped over the line with my blatant sexual offer, but if I had Mother didn't show it. With a big exhalation, she settled back against me like a person settling into a blanket. We fell silent after that, but sat together for another hour in the big old chair. Just watching the world go by. Mother seemed disappointed when she finally got up and said she'd better start making the salad for supper.
The next day, Mother went in to town to get fresh groceries and 'window shop.' I decided to finally go for my first swim of the holiday, but one look at my trunks told me that wasn't happening. Not with them. They had not held up well being in a drawer for four years—I must have put them away still damp. "Fuck it. I'm on my own out here." I stripped, grabbed a towel, and went skinny-dipping. After half an hour, I was treading water watching a loon at the far shore, when I felt someone stroke my cock a couple times.
"What have we here? Someone being naughty?"
After I climbed back into my skin, I turned around. "Don't start something you aren't willing to finish!"
But Mother was gone again. I looked around, but didn't see her. Suddenly, my cock was engulfed in a mouth as hands grabbed my ass to hold me steady. After a few moments of playing with my cock with her tongue, Mother surfaced in front of me laughing. "Forget your trunks?"
"They're dead. I went without."
She quickly swan to the narrow dock and got out of the water. As she sat on the dock with her legs in the water, she winked at me. "I saw them on your bed. I decided to go 'au naturel' as well."
