Hook, Line and Sinker

Thank you for taking the time to read this, my latest effort. I've taken note of all the feedback I have received, especially in my previous story and I hope that will show in this. I do hope you enjoy this, my latest take on the sexual journey between a mother and son.

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I rolled down the window of my car, smiling to myself. The scent of fresh pine, clean water and cool mountain air was the perfect blend to help me relax after eight hard months of work in the city. I leaned out with one arm, taking a deep breath as I closed my eyes. Yup, nothing could beat the air of Minnesota, that was for certain. In the sky there was not a single cloud to be seen, and the forecast had only predicted a day or two of rain, not nearly enough to interrupt my two weeks of vacation. Noticing a bend ahead I pushed down on the brakes, causing the passenger next to me to jolt slightly.

"Sorry mom, should have warned you."

She looked over at me with those round green eyes that so many men had fallen for. And yet she had settled down with my dad, something I never quite understood. She still looked good, that could not be denied, with her short brown hair and round face. I had always been proud of my mother, especially for managing to raise me despite all the trouble I used to get in to.

"It's alright, Mason. I don't blame you if you're a bit unused to company on these trips of yours."

She chuckled and leaned back in her seat, continuing to observe the tall trees outside as we kept on driving along the road, taking us closer to our destination. When the designated parking area came into view I smiled, already looking forward to getting out and stretching my legs. As we rolled up to the gravel-covered area I slowed down to a stop and pulled out the key, leaning back in my seat.

"Welcome to Superior National Forest, mom. Our home for the coming two weeks."

She looked out the window at the small amount of cars that were already parked here, a trail leading from the area into the woods, not a single person in sight. Birds were singing in the trees, and a chill breeze blew through the air. It was truly idyllic.

"It's lovely, Mason. Thank you for letting me come along."

I chuckled and opened the door, stepping out to stretch my arms.

"Don't worry about it, mom. I'm just glad that you're not bored already. I know the outdoors life is not for everyone."

I heard the door on her side open and shut as she too stepped outside, letting out a slight groan as her stiff muscles worked to regain their limberness.

"How far did we have to walk? It seems a bit steep."

I walked over to the trunk of the car, popping it open to reveal my large backpack and mom's smaller one. I grabbed the straps and pulled it out, giving her a small smile.

"If we make good pace, we can be there before dusk. Don't worry, the trails are not that rough, and you followed my advice about clothes so it should be fine."

Mom giggled and came around, taking her own bag out and strapping it onto her back. In her blue jacket and thick pants she would look quite the hiker, if it wasn't for the rather pale skin on her face. Living in the big city didn't give her much opportunity for outside activities sadly.

"You're the one who made the list, so if it turns out it's not enough it's on your head, young man."

She grinned and shut the trunk, bending over slightly to stretch her body a bit more, her back to me. If I didn't know better I would have thought she was showing herself off. Shaking my head I affixed the backpack to my harness, already starting to feel the rush of adrenaline that always came around when I got to this place. It was my private retreat, and nothing would stop me now.

"Right, ready for some hiking, mom?"

"Sure, son, just give me a minute. These shoes are a bit uncomfortable still, even if I bought the ones you recommended."

I patted her shoulder and smiled.

"It'll get better soon, you just have to start walking. And I have the first-aid kit with me in case you get chafed feet, don't worry."

She looked up at me and smiled, taking a deep breath.

"If you say so. Just be prepared to carry me if something goes wrong, I'm not letting you leave your mother out here in the wilds while you go fishing."

I laughed, patting her back firmly.

"Then let's go. My spot awaits me, and I know you will absolutely love it."

***

I cracked my back and exhaled deeply. We were now standing next to a flowing stream, my mother and I, surrounded by trees and nature on all sides. Our boots were dirty, and our faces sweaty. The hike had taken close to 6 hours, but it had been worth it. The sun was getting ready to set, the last rays shining down on the water, causing it to glimmer.

"Oh god, my legs are not made for this."

I looked back to see my mother nearly collapsed against a large rock, wafting her flushed face with a hand. I chuckled and walked over, offering her my own.

"We're here now, mom. Thanks for being such a trooper, you can go ahead and find a good spot to rest while I deal with the tents."

Mom looked at me before taking my hand, grasping it firmly. She did seem quite tired, and I didn't blame her. I had dragged her miles away from civilization, where the only luxuries we had were what we brought along.

"I'm going to take off my bag and rest against a tree then, honey. If you do need my help don't hesitate to ask for it."

She halfway stumbled away before sitting down hard on the ground against a large tree, pulling off her heavy pack and setting it down on the ground, closing her eyes. I smiled to myself, actually glad to have someone along for the ride this time. I loved the isolation out here, but sometimes books could only hold my attention for so long.

"You just take it easy, mom. I'll get the tents up and ready within the hour."

I hoped I was right, I didn't want to do this when it was dark, too easy to misplace things. After one last deep breath I set about my task, removing the various parts from the bag, quickly starting to screw things together and hammer pieces of metal into the earth. Every now and then I could see my mother casting glances in my direction as I worked, and I'm pretty sure I saw her smiling. Maybe she was just happy about soon having a place to crawl into and rest her tired body.

"Alright mom, it's done! You go ahead and get your things inside, I'm going to cook us some dinner."

By now the night had fallen, and some of the brighter stars in the sky were making their presence known, creating a tapestry of light across the dark heavens. When I looked over to my mother I couldn't help but smile as she stared entranced at the spectacle.

"It's not going anywhere, get your bag inside and then you can watch it. Food's going to take a short while."

I set up the small camping kitchen, turning on the gas to start cooking a simple meal of pork chop and potatoes with some peas. As the smell of searing meat rose into the sky I looked over at the rushing stream, already imagining how good the fish I would catch from its waters would taste in the coming days.

"That smells heavenly, Mason. Are you sure you don't need my help?"

My mother had walked over to my side, rolling her shoulders to get the last of the strain out, all the while giving me a gentle smile. She squatted down next to the pot, closing her eyes as she inhaled the smell of boiling potatoes.

"Mmm, a rustic meal after such a long walk is going to taste great. Though I worry about if you brought enough for an entire two weeks."

I smiled and turned over the pork, the sizzling sound music to my ears as it continued to sear in the pan.

"I have enough, don't worry. I took great care in calculating everything, and we should have some to spare. It helps when the majority of the protein will come from over there."

I pointed to the stream, mom following my gesture with her eyes.

"Oh, that's going to be very nice. I can hardly remember when I last ate fish that fresh. The taste is entirely different compared to store-bought, isn't it?"

I chuckled and picked up the small needle-like instrument and lifted the lid on the potatoes, piercing them to ensure that they were done. As I felt almost no resistance I nodded to myself and moved the pot from the flame.

"Once you taste it you will never be satisfied with supermarket fish again. It is a burden, but that means that these days are worth that much more."

I poured out the water, looking over to my mother who was paying close attention to my every movement. Wait... Did she just lick her lips? She must be more hungry than I expected.

"Food's done, mom. Would you mind getting out the plates from the bag over there?"

"Of course, honey. I'm starving, so you better not hold me back."

She gave me a wink, something I found a bit curious. But the dinner was at last done, and my own stomach growled in anticipation. As I divided up the cooked meat and potatoes I inhaled deeply, feeling the scents intermingle with nature around us, creating its own unique blend. I loved this about the woods, food always tasted better here.

"Thank you for the food, Mason. I'll be sure to repay you for this along the way."

"No need to be so formal, mom. We're out here alone in the wilderness, feel free to lean on me if you wish. I've been looking forward to this greatly."

I took a big bite out of my meal and as I looked over I saw my mother eyeing me again, with a certain spark in her eye. She bit her lip and nodded slowly before turning to her own plate.

"Yes... I have too. These weeks are going to be very exciting."

I couldn't quite place the tone in her voice, but there was something to it. Something almost... longing? Had she been wanting to get away from the city that badly? Well, if that was the case I was happy to provide. After all, I didn't mind spending time with my mother.

"I'm sure they will be. Happy first day of our vacation, mom."

She glanced over at me again and I felt a shiver run up my spine as she responded.

"The first day of something very special, my dear son. Very special indeed..."

***

"Oh no you don't!"

The fishing line attached to my rod was going taut as the large fish at the end struggled both against my own strength, but also that of the stream. I could feel my fingers straining, fighting to stay in control, to not lose my catch. Behind me I could hear my mother cheering for me, giving me encouragement.

"You can do it, Mason! Just a little bit more!"

I clenched my teeth and focused my gaze on the rippling waters, and a second later I at last saw the beast I was struggling against. The sun shining down caused the scales on the large trout to glitter as it broke the water for a brief moment, trying to break my grip.

"He's there, pull hard, son! Hard as you can!"

I felt a short flash of confidence in my mind as I listened to my mother's cheers, and with one hand I grabbed the fishing net that hung from my hip, kneeling down while still holding onto my rod firmly.

"Come here, you little bugger, you put up a good fight..."

Despite the vigor it was displaying I could tell that the energy of my prize was running out, and splashes in the water became weaker, my line slackening due to the lessened resistance. With a swift motion I brought the net below the surface of the stream, positioning it underneath the fish. One more tug later and I stood up, a beautiful stream trout flopping in the net.

"Good job, Mason! Mommy is so proud of you!"

I chuckled softly as I looked at the catch, starting to walk back towards our camp.

"Thank you for the match, my friend. You were a worthy opponent."

I set my feet back on dry land, placing the fishing rod against the nearby rock as I sat down on the collapsible stool, my arms slowly relaxing. The adrenaline started to fade, but the fruit of my efforts still lay in my net.

"Dinner has been arranged, mom. Today will be seared trout in plenty of butter and mashed potatoes."

My mother looked back at me, smiling widely from behind her sunglasses. It was good to see her so relaxed, taking to the life in the wild like it was no big deal. She was even getting more comfortable, resting on a collapsible chair in a pair of tight pants and a light-blue blouse. I had tried to convince her to dress warmer, but she kept saying that it was too hot, and I couldn't really argue, seeing as I was wearing a tight t-shirt showing of my muscles, and comfortable jeans when not fishing.

"You are going to spoil me, honey. This vacation is already a lot more relaxing than most before, it's nice to be this isolated. No noisy people around."

She smirked.

"No one that can hear anything that happens."

I felt the same shiver run up the length of my spine that I had experienced multiple times since we arrived two days ago. There was something in her tone, something I was not familiar with. I had yet to figure it out, but it faded quickly enough that I didn't really concern myself with it.

"That's the beauty of camping outside of official grounds, mom. You set your own boundaries, just as long as you follow the rules of the park itself."

She sat up and leaned forward, tilting her sunglasses down.

"I'm very comfortable with our boundaries so far. Though they could maybe benefit from loosening a little."

I chuckled, starting to pull off my fishing boots and pants.

"Not sure what you are referring to, but I'm just glad you're having a good time, mom. I admit, it's a different experience having someone cheer me on when I fish. It feels like we're bonding."

She got up from her chair and walked over to hug me, giving me a kiss on the cheek. As she did however I felt something... different. There was not the same sensation as before when she embraced me tightly. My eyes went wide.

"Mom... are you not wearing a bra?"

She laughed and shook her head, leaning back.

"No, I am not. And I blame you for letting me get this comfortable. I mean, who's going to see? Just let your old mother indulge herself a bit. Please, honey?"

I swallowed, nodding slowly. It had come out of left field, but I couldn't really argue. Besides, it wasn't like she was walking around in the nude. She was still dressed, just braless. I could deal with that.

"It's fine, mom. I was just a bit surprised is all. You feel free to get as comfortable as you want. This vacation is for both of us."

Mom smiled happily and kissed my forehead, her chest coming perilously close to my face.

"Thank you, son. Now, I'm going to get us a beer each from the box to celebrate your big catch, alright?"

She patted my cheek before turning around and walking over towards the tent. I blinked, imagining that she was swaying her wide hips as she made her way. But surely it was my mind playing tricks on me, this was my own mother. She was just being affectionate with me, perhaps making up for lost time since we saw little of each other since I moved out those seven years ago.

"Just one then. I don't want to drink too much when it's this hot."

I heard her giggle as I looked down at the fish that had stopped flopping, taking out the cutting board from the nearby bag.

"Not the only thing that's hot around here."

She then crawled into the tent, leaving me sitting there alone. I felt my own cheeks become flushed red from her remarks. What was going on in her mind?

***

I sighed, closing the book after failing to get past my current page despite several minutes of trying. The actions of my mother kept replaying in my head, the various looks she had given me, and her words. Not to mention hugging me while not wearing a bra.

"I need some air..."

I unzipped the sleeping bag, crawling out of it and opening the flap of the tent, looking out at the stream just outside where the light from the moon caused the water to glitter like sparkling jewels. I rose to my full height, stretching my arms before looking at the watch on my wrist. 11:30. I ran a hand across my face, trying to focus on the sound of rushing water.

"...oh yes..."

I blinked, trying to locate the sound, even if my mind already had its suspicions considering there was only one other person here with me. I turned my head towards my mother's tent, once again hearing her quiet voice.

"Yeees, that's good..."

I swallowed, feeling my heart-rate pick up. In my bare feet I moved as quietly as I could towards the voice, stopping when I could hear the ground react from my steps. When the sound didn't stop I inched closer, kneeling down and putting my ear to the fabric, keeping my breathing steady.

"Mmm, that's just what mommy likes... good boy..."

I could no longer doubt my own ears. The sounds of something buzzing from inside the tent cleaved through the quiet of the night, and the heavy breaths that joined in painted a painfully clear picture in my mind. My mother was masturbating. Even when I had only been a few feet away she had felt comfortable enough to pleasure herself.

Even if my mind kept telling me to step back, return to my tent and zip up, I didn't. Instead my body refused to move, as if the voice from inside the thin tent was keeping me entranced, locked to the spot.

"Yes... that's it, help mommy... be a good boy, Mason..."

I thought my heart would stop in my chest. Not only was my mother masturbating less than three feet away, she was doing it while moaning my name. I nearly stumbled backwards as I got back to my feet, my head swimming. What was going on here?

"Oh, going for my honeypot, greedy little boy... mmm, just what mommy likes..."

I shook my head as I backed away, feeling my pulse quicken and my breathing getting heavier. To my horror I also realized that my lower body was reacting, as I felt my member slowly stir to life.

Back in my tent I ensured that the flap was closed tightly, laying back in my sleeping bag. I closed my eyes, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

I had overheard my mother masturbating. Alright, that may be a bit awkward, and a breach of her privacy, but considering the proximity of our tents she should know she wasn't that isolated.

Then she had been moaning my name as she pleasured herself with what sounded like a vibrator of sorts. That one I couldn't find any innocent reason for, especially with how husky her voice had sounded from inside the tent. So that one was very hard to dismiss.

Finally, I had reacted to it. It was unmistakable, I had the beginnings of an erection inside my boxers, and it was because I had heard my own mother masturbating while thinking about me. I really had no excuse for this part.

"Fucking hell... this is so messed up..."

I ran a hand over my face as I tried to connect the dots in my mind. Why was she masturbating while calling my name? Had things broken down between her and my father? Had she agreed to come out here to escape?

I shook my head, no, that's not possible. She had seemed perfectly chipper when I picked her up, and dad had given her a loving kiss right on the mouth. If they were keeping up pretenses they were phenomenal actors.

So what did that leave me with? Only the facts. I was alone out here with my mother, with no one around for possibly miles. She had been masturbating at night in her tent, most likely aware that she ran the risk of being noticed. She had not worn a bra during the day, and had been very close and affectionate.

"Oh god..."

I shook my head, not able to accept it. There was only one logical conclusion. And it was earth-shattering to my mind. My mother wanted me.

"Damn..."

In a sexual way.

"Oh fuck..."

She wanted me, her own son. She wanted to fuck me.

"God damn it..."

I swallowed hard, opening my eyes again to look up at the still fabric of the tent. Outside I couldn't hear anything but the rushing water and perhaps an owl. With a sinking feeling in my stomach I lifted my bag slightly, looking down at my waist.