Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Out Of Control:(Incest/Taboo)>Ep32

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.

"I don't think | can walk all the way to the bathrooms," Lexi said, flexing her newly wrapped ankle, "But | 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 call 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 cout 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. |

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 cwith 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 sreasons.

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 tof Austin's life. Good

friends, great times. He got OK grades and a few DIIl 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. Ttoo. 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 clodeslae said,

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good-sized parking lot. It was,

thankfully, empty. Austin had taken

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his Mom's speech to heart. Until they

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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 heady ot

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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

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Austin took off his clothes and hung

his towel on a nearby metal hook.

Then he flipped on the shower. The

setup was almost i (syriat, withitwo

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-- blasting the area with surprisingly

hot water. It was so nice, Austin

started to wonder if he should start

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coming there even when he wasn't

camping. A three-hour drive was

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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."