Steve Masters - Mom_s summer swap camp

It was a beautiful, bright sunny day, and many of the new arrivals had merely checked in and taken off again to get in some fishing out on Lake Michigan or some golfing on one of the three local courses or just some sightseeing in general. But in any event, by two-thirty things had calmed down enough for Mavis to suggest to Debby that they take a walk together to unwind a bit and get some peace and quiet.

Mavis had wanted Billy along too, but there was still the MacCauley family, the people who had not arrived yet. So she had to tell Billy to stay at the office to check them in when they got there. She promised that she and Debby would be back shortly, and together mother and daughter walked off through the woods and across nearly a half-mile of adjoining meadow until they were at last far enough removed from the resort that Mavis felt they could just unwind and be honest with each other.

"Debby," she said as they reached the far side of the meadow and another tree line began, "Why don't we sit down and talk? There are… uh, some things I'd… uh, like to discuss with you, if you don't mind."

As they made themselves comfortable on the lush, soft carpet of grass, Debby got a curious half-frown on her face as she studied her mother.

"Sure, Mom," she said. "Is… is something wrong? You look worried about something."

Mavis stretched out on her side and propped her head up with a hand as she cleared her throat and returned her daughter's gaze. She had decided even before they'd left the resort that there would be no beating around the bush when the walking started. Still… some things were so very hard to say, even between mother and daughter.

"Debby," she began, "I… I want you to know that I saw what happened in your bedroom last night, between you and your brother."

She hadn't even finished the sentence before the blood began draining from the girl's face. Debby had trouble finding her voice for a moment.

"You… you… what?"

Mavis nodded, still trying to keep things casual and relaxed. "You heard me, Debby," she said. "I guess you and Billy just didn't realize just how thin the walls in that cabin of ours really are." She grinned to try and lighten things up a bit. "Well, they are thin!"

"Oh, Mom… uh… I-I…"

"How long has this been going on between the two of you, Deborah?"

Debby was too much in shock to answer right away. Oh no! she was thinking. This is terrible! Mom knows… she knows! What will she do?

"Uh, well…" she stuttered. "That is… we, uh…"

It was as if Mavis could read her daughter's thoughts. She gave Debby a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry, honey," she said, her tone softening. "I'm not such a mean old witch that you're afraid of some vile, inhumane punishment, am I?"

"Oh, no, Mom, it's not that," Debby stammered. "It's just that…"

"I know what it is, Deb," Mavis said. "And you should be ashamed of what you and your brother did. But I'm not going to punish you, or Billy."

"Then…"

"I just wanted to have this talk with you to let the both of you know that I'm aware of what's been happening, and to let you know that I want your promise that it won't happen again. It isn't right, you know, what the two of you were doing. It isn't right at all."

Debby looked down at her hands, having trouble finding the words that she wanted to say. But find them she did, in a voice that was almost a whisper.

"I… I don't see what's so wrong with it," she said.

Her mother's eyes popped wide open at that. Mavis left her relaxed pose and sat straight up with her legs still curled beneath her.

"What?" she gasped. "You don't see anything wrong with sleeping with your own brother? Why, Debby, that's… that's incest!!"

"I know, Mother…"

"Well, if you know, what…"

"Mom, listen," the girl said, "please. Billy and I know that some people really see what we're doing as evil, but… well, we're not some people. We're us! And we love each other. We love each other just as brother and sister, but we love each other enough not to let our heads get screwed up by what's going on, and we do like to sleep with each other." A slight blush came to her cheeks as she caught her mother's eye and added shyly, "If you saw what happened last night, you know what a great guy in bed Billy is."

Mavis couldn't believe her ears. It was all too much, too much of an assault on her senses. What her daughter was saying, and the slight warm tremor that ran through Mavis as, for just a fleeting instant, her girl's words brought back a picture of the fantasy that had brought her to orgasm last night…

She fought weakly to regain control of a situation she knew had already slipped from her grasp.

"But… Debby… incest…"

"Don't worry, Mom," Debby said. "Billy and I have both got it worked out in our heads. We won't hurt each other, physically or mentally. You don't have to worry."

"But…"

"Mom, Billy and I both have really strong sexual urges and, let's face it, it's a lot better to, uh, get it at home than to have to go out on dates. Maybe we are more mature than most kids, but… that's just the way it is."

Mavis felt her lower lip trembling. She just didn't know what to make of this sudden turning of the tables. Five minutes ago she had been so sure of herself, all set to lecture her thirteen-year-old daughter on the evils of incest, and now…

"Debby – I…"

"I hope I haven't hurt your feelings, and Billy and I will obey you," Debby said sincerely. "But… I hope you just realize that we're not harming each other. That it's good for us, know what I mean?"

"Debby… I just don't know what to think any more…"

"Don't worry, Mom. If anything's wrong, it's just that maybe Billy and I are a little oversexed." Realizing that this was a rare close moment between them – that it was more like two women talking than simply mother and child – Debby reached over and took her mom's hand in her own and added, in an affectionately teasing voice, "And you're the one we inherited our sexuality from, you know. Billy and I know how lonely you are, and we understand. We know how lonely you are… and how horny you are, Mom. Billy saw you yesterday afternoon behind that cabin… he saw what you were doing and… and that's what got us so turned on last night that we made love…"

"Oh, Debby!" cried Mavis, falling forward into her young daughter's arms and crying against Debby's shoulder.

It was as if some emotional dam had broken, and the torrent of Mavis' held-back anxieties burst forth as her body shook with sobs, sobs of frustration, of shame, and yes, of happiness… of finally having someone to lean on, if only just for a moment, if only the shoulder of her own daughter.

Debby was a little taken aback at first, but she adjusted quickly. She realized that, just the way her relationship with Billy had been altered that one night, now her relationship with her mother was altered. There was a closeness, a bond, that had never been there before; that was formed and made strong as she reached up and touched her fingers to her mother's hair and made soft, relaxing sounds as Mavis cried out all of the things that had been building up and tormenting her from within.

Something, in that instant, made Debby Richards lift her fingers to her mother's face and tilt her mother's face up to her own. Their eyes met, and both women saw in the other's face something that surprised and yet excited them.

"I love you, Mother," Debby said softly.

"Oh, Debby…"

Their lips moved together, and they kissed.

It was a gentle kiss at first. A kiss of quivering lips and shallow breath. A butterfly kiss. But once their soft, pliant lips had touched, a new energy overcame them and their lips pressed harder.

Debby's other hand came up and she was now cupping her mother's face in both her hands. Her tongue darted out, at first just to moisten her mom's lips, and then to dart like some teasing serpent into her mother's mouth. She swirled her tongue around in small circles, then stabbed it in and out, and the first time her tongue touched Mavis' tongue, both women moaned sexily.