The next few days were uneventful. Mama would turn 43 in 4 days. I had to do something special. She loves flowers. I began my plan. Wisteria was blooming all over the hollow at the back 40. The morning of her birthday I took Aunt Linda and Jess to the back 40 and we began cutting down the wisteria vines to make wreaths of flowers. If you've never smelled wisteria, it is very fragrant. Hundreds of violet blooms on each strand give off a sweet perfume with a very slight musk undertone that fills your nose pleasantly when breathed deep and the scent is just strong enough that you smell like it if you are around it very long.
Becky and Steph would occupy Mama so we could get everything decorated. It was going to be a party. Mama commented about me drinking the moonshine and said;
"It's past time for me to tie one on. After what we've been through, it's probably good there isn't an open liquor store anymore!"
I knew that mama smoked pot back in the 90's when she was in high school. She didn't hide it. She told me about going to Lynyrd Skynyrd and Allman Brothers concerts. She told me highest she ever was, was when Jackyl, a hard southern rock band, played the fair grounds in Warner Robins. She got to meet the band and they had the best smoke she ever had. Dad even took a swing at the drummer when he made a pass at her and they got kicked out of the back stage party. There was more to her than most people knew.
So my plans were laid. I took my tobacco tin and put it in my pocket. We carried wreath upon wreath crack to the cabin. Some were unrolled and strung around the one room and others were hung on the wall inside. We unrolled a couple of big wreaths and strung them low in the branches so the scent would permeate the air. Aunt Linda made another pecan glazed cake.
The meal was fixed and we tried to make it a traditional barbecue. Steph come back and grabbed a small bag filled with things for Mama and walked by me winking as she passed. A short while later we had everything ready; food, moonshine and marijuana. This should be interesting!
"Here comes Becky and Steph, get ready we all are gonna sing." You could hear Aunt Linda's excitement.
Mama wasn't with them.
"We came on back. Mama said she wanted a few minutes to herself". Becky was excited and it gave her a chance to be part of the surprise.
"Where did y'all go?" I asked.
"The hot spring down where the river bends back toward Roland Road." Ah I knew the place.
We hadn't been that far because the terrain was rugged. There were loose rocks on the sides of the hills that made hiking them difficult and a little dangerous but if you took Adams Ferry Road to Roland Road, it was a long walk but a lot safer. That spring is part of the Roosevelt State park hot springs but was just barely off of the park property. A natural hot tub. We used to sneak girls in there and make out.
About 20 minutes had gone by and I was nervous for Mama to be by herself so I left to check on her. The whole way I was thinking in my mind the many things that could go wrong when I heard her. Was she crying? No. She was moaning. I knew those sounds too well. The sounds of pleasure. I couldn't help myself. I had to see. What had come over me?
She was leaning back on a large flat rock. Her hair was wet. Her skin, dark as mine. Her breasts. Just large enough to sag a little and cause her dark areola to be shaped like lemons. Her nipples were large, the size of fat pencil erasers, and they were hard. Her belly wasn't quite flat. She had that slight "mom" fullness to her. Her hips were wide and gave her ass it's great shape. It had been years since she gave birth to Brannon but you could still see very slight stretch marks where her belly grew while she carried, well all of us. They were character marks. To me, the were sexy symbols of her womanhood.
She was moving her hand.
Just out of the water I could see her neatly trimmed hair and a pink dildo she was thrusting in and out of her pussy. Her right leg was bent with her thigh and knee up, she arched back and her eyes were closed:
"Mmmmmmm"
She was moaning and breathing heavily. Her hand moved so fast. She laid back and, with her other hand, caressed her breast and rolled her nipple between her finger and thumb. Pinching it until it turned white.
"Ahhh aaahhhhh, ohhh take me now. Uhh yess Rusty mmm I wish you were here with me now!"
Little did she know.
She shook and quivered and rolled away with her back to me clamping her thighs together on her hand.
I had just seen the hottest thing ever. Watching my mom have an orgasm and call MY name. SHE CALLED MY NAME. I was breathing heavy and rubbing my cock through my blue jeans.
I couldn't. Not now. I turned and made my way back to the cabin as fast and quietly as I could.
"What's wrong with you? You're pale as a ghost! Where is Anne?" Aunt Linda was worried but only for a minute when Steph chimed in;
"Looks like he saw SOMEONE riding that pink pony. Hahaha!" She laughed.
"Fuck it. As soon as she is back we are gettin' drunk." Hell I needed a drink after that.
Everyone:
"Happy birthday to you..."
We all sang and she turned red and was surprised at the flowers and decorations.
"Blow out the candles Aunt Anne! Make a wish!!" Jess was holding the cake.
She looked me square in my eyes as she blew. She was radiant. Her hair pulled in a pony tail. Her green eyes piercing the candle flames. She blew and had a slight smile on her face.
"Ahh it feels good to be 21...again."
Everyone laughed and Aunt Linda quipped:
"Yeah right. Times two plus a few!!"
We ate a good meal while everyone talked and shared memories: good times. I sat by Becky and we huddled up. She hid me while I rolled a joint. Steph and Jess came walking out of the cabin with three quarts of moonshine, taken from the Johnson's cellar.
"Party time! We are gonna make this a good one!" Jess was always the party girl.
"Wooo weee that's stout." Mama said as she took the first sip.
"Chugalugg chugalugg." Steph was waiting for the jar to be passed to her.
By the time the jar made its first round it was half empty. Who knew Mama and Aunt Linda could throw down like that?
By the second round, the second jar was opened and the joint was lit. Screeches and howls were heard as the smell was recognized.
"Rusty James.!" Mama sounded pissed.
"I'm gonna kick your ass if you don't pass it to me first." Whew. Relief.
Screeches and howls echoed as we watched Mama furiously inhale and hold the smoke.
"Hmphf Hmphf". She choked as she held it back.
Aunt Linda popped her on the back:
"Puff puff pass dammit. Don't boggart." She was dead serious.
Becky pulled away and didn't drink or smoke. She cut the cake and ate it like an Ethiopian kid in a bread line. Yup cravings were hitting her bad.
