Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

Christine brought the emergency medical kit out of the car and wrapped Lexi's ankle. She gave her daughter an ice bag from the cooler and told her to elevate her leg whenever possible. The tall brunette would be able to walk short distances, but that was about it. Once again, Christine felt very lucky in an unfortunate sort of way.

After Lexi was tended to, the rest of the family all looked at themselves and realized they needed to clean up. They were still covered in dirt and stinking like piss. Their clothes were disgusting, and they felt even worse than that. "I think we need a shower," James said.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

"I don't think I can walk all the way to the bathrooms," Lexi said, flexing her newly wrapped ankle, "But I could go for a dip in the lake."

"That sounds fun," Molly agreed, "Why don't we all go?"

"No thanks," Austin said, "I want a place with hot water and clean tile."

"We came all this way for the lake," James said, "You could take a shower back home."

"I'm with Austin," Christine said, "I don't think I'll come out of that algae-breeding ground feeling clean, just dirty in a different way."

So, the Campbells decided to split up. Austin and his mother would walk to the showers while James, Lexi, and Molly would go to the lake. The family did their best to tidy up the campsite, then packed their things: environmentally safe soap, towels, and fresh clothes.

"Remember, it's perfectly natural to feel an urge," Christine said, as the family tromped off in opposite directions, "There's nothing to be ashamed of. Just hold the desire back. Squeeze it down and take control. You can do it. I know you can."

*

Austin walked down the path to the bathrooms, towel and clean clothes draped over his left arm. Knowing he was going to shower, he'd left his shirt back at the campsite. The warm sun felt good on his bare chest.

His mother was walking beside him, pointing out all the places they'd pissed the day before, like a weird, historical walking tour.

"Oooh, and your father let out quite the gusher over there," Christine said, "I'm almost positive those bushes are still glistening with pee."

Austin imagined it was a kind of coping mechanism. What else were they going to talk about, after all? So, did you enjoy giving your sister a big creampie? Did you like it as much as cumming in me? So, yeah. A tour of the family urine spots made perfect sense in that context.

Austin was actually a little surprised his mother had come with him to the showers. Not that he didn't want her company. Quite the opposite, in fact. He'd been thrilled. But he'd been sure that: One, his mother was going to go out of her way to avoid being with him one-on-one after the day before and, Two, Christine was going to ensure that James and Molly were never by themselves for those same reasons.

Yet there she was.

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Christine was wearing a striped tank top and a pair of blue jeans. Very Mom-like. Her short, straight blonde hair drifted back in the wind. She was gesturing and smiling, like she was enjoying an everyday morning out with her son. For a moment, Austin pictured them back at the campsite. In mud up to their knees. His cock buried so deep in her, he thought he might never get it out. Austin felt a wave of regret, but he couldn't figure out if he was sad about what they'd done or devastated that he'd never get to do it again.

His Mom's speech about control made a lot of sense, though it gave him little comfort. Self-discipline was something he'd been struggling with a lot, lately. High school had been the greatest time of Austin's life. Good friends, great times. He got OK grades and a few DIII schools had offered him a football scholarship, but Austin knew he was not college-bound.

He'd worked as a waiter in a few local restaurants over summer break and the food bug had bit him. The mix of hard work, team camaraderie, and creativity really appealed to Austin. So, after graduation, he started working for Chef Paul at Chez Allez two towns over. Austin was only prepping salads, but still. He could feel the rightness of everything in his life while he was there.

Which didn't explain why everything in his life, suddenly, seemed to be going wrong. There was the end of school party that had gotten him arrested (Not his fault. His best friend, Finn, had brought pot. Austin was eventually cleared). There was the reckless endangerment charge (That one had been his fault, he was blowing off steam in the car and took a corner too quickly). And the fistfight with one of the dishwashers at work. And the drunk and disorderly. And a few other things that Austin couldn't exactly explain.

And now this.

Oh, sure there was an excuse this time. There was an excuse every time. But these sorts of things seemed to be happening to Austin more and more and he was struggling to assign them all to bad luck. He knew he needed to grab hold of his life. Before things spiraled so badly, he couldn't ever straighten them out. He just wasn't sure how. And his mother's exhortations of "work harder" weren't working at all.

Austin glanced back at Christine and she smiled at him, warmly. Another scene flashed through Austin's memory. His mother, naked. Perfect body down on all fours. Back arched, presenting her dripping pussy for him to penetrate. God, she was hot.

Austin tried to shake it away. To see the loving, supportive, authority figure that a mother ought to be instead of a desirable, sensual, oh-so-fuckable woman. Mom said urges were OK, Austin reminded himself. But where was the line between normal, though inappropriate, yearning and unacceptable need? And would Austin know before he crossed it?

He forced himself to take a deep breath. The shower would help. Time too. It would have to. Or else he really didn't know what he was going to do.

When they reached the end of the road, Austin and Christine found a large, dark grey, concrete building. A blue door on the close side said, "Men." Behind the bathroom was a good-sized parking lot. It was, thankfully, empty. Austin had taken his Mom's speech to heart. Until they could regain control of themselves, it wasn't safe to be near other people.

"I'll go around to the ladies and see you in a bit," Christine said. She touched her son's bare arm, lovingly, and Austin couldn't miss the way she seemed to linger on his tan bicep.

Inside, the bathroom was cold and covered in blue and white checkered tile from walls to floor. There were lights, but the room was still dark despite them. It smelled heavily of chlorine, which was way better than what Austin had expected to encounter. There were two urinals, a stall, and a shower on the far side. The shower was pretty large, almost a room unto itself, with a bench against the one side (for the handicapped and elderly, Austin supposed). Only a thin, tan curtain separated the shower from the rest of the bathroom.

Austin took off his clothes and hung his towel on a nearby metal hook. Then he flipped on the shower. The setup was almost industrial, with two heads pointing in opposite directions -- blasting the area with surprisingly hot water. It was so nice, Austin started to wonder if he should start coming there even when he wasn't camping. A three-hour drive was worth it for something so nice as this.

Austin closed his eyes and let the warmth wash over him.

Bang!

Austin's eyes popped open. Someone had thrown the front door open. Austin went still. Nervous. The parking lot had been empty. So who the hell was coming in? "Austin?" It was his mother. "Baby, we've got a problem."