Date: 19 Jul 2001 14:04:43 MDT
From: vwxyz@usa.net
Subject: A Woodland Adventure

	This story contains graphic sexual content and language. If you are offend by
alternative sexual situations please read no further. All characters and
situations are completely fictitious and are not based on any person in the
solar system.

			   A Woodland Adventure

As I look back the evidence that Mother and Mona were closer than close
friends is more obvious than it was as I was growing up. Their longing looks
at one another, their enduring hugs and embraces, even the little "Let me do
that for you." incidents that were so usual that anything else would have been
un-usual. But the most telling thing would have been the hungry, desperate
kisses they indulged in when they thought that I wasn't looking. After awhile
it didn't matter if I was present or not, they kissed as though it were the
most natural thing.
	Both women possessed healthy bodies, curvaceous and full as well as strong
and with not a little allure for a boy discovering certain feelings.
Informality dictated dress and many times during warm weather they barely
covered themselves in short shorts and camisole tops, swimwear or loose
fitting tank tops. Being brought up with this in my daily surroundings, I was
drawn to look at their bodies but didn't tend to leer. I knew that I'd be able
to see fullness of Mother's breasts or the lushness of Mona's tush at almost
anytime.
	They were both affectionate to me with smiles and hugs and with their time.
Many hours we would spend in the woods near by, picnicking, exploring woodland
lore and the customs of the Nubiles, the local native people. As I began to
mature I experienced changes in my feelings as they drew me close and hugged
or kissed me. I remember times that I became aroused during prolonged embraces
and had heightened awareness of the sensuality of the situation. At such
times, if my ardor were much of a nuisance, they would gently divert me to
other things and say "Someday you'll learn about those feelings, Robin." But
often we held each other or all three for long stretches without reservation.
	I was not always so well behaved and managed to get them both to loose
patience with me a few times. But their patience returned and so did their
affection. Occasionally Mother would chastise with the phrase "You better be
good or the bears will eat you." This I took seriously while I was younger, as
there were bears in the woods and the scratch marks on the trees were enough
to tell that they were strong. As I got older and my occasional infractions
needed even more intervention, the threat of the bears seemed only like a
remote possibility and more of a warning for babies and small children.
	At certain times of the year Mother would go to the Nubile people and help
with their planting and harvest and with their health care. Mona and I would
often go with or stay back. But that changed one time when Mona had left
during the night on an errand that was not discussed with me. I recall
Mother's look of concern in as much as bears had been active in the area. I
also remember that Mona was wearing an animal skin garment that set off her
womanly body in a distinctly feminine way. Sometimes the Nubile women dressed
like this for traditional ceremonies. One shoulder strap curved down and
across barely covering either breast but continuing around to the back and
going further down and around as a short skirt, leaving exposed strategic
patches of skin and her belly button. The inappropriateness of this garment
never would have occurred to me because of its style, what was unusual was
that it was skin and not fabric. Primitive and rustic rather than homey and
soft.
	Mother stood behind me with her arms around me and her hips jutting forward
as Mona departed. I could feel her heart beat through her breast and her
embrace tighten as we watched Mona's body sway with her rhythmic gait. She
held me like that for sometime after Mona was out of sight. I was
intrinsically aware of Mother's need to hold me and even gently responded to
her hip thrusts, aware that I often wanted to do that myself to her, but
sensing that there was a need that could only be satisfied by patiently
waiting and sharing the emotional burden of seeing a loved one depart.
	The next day we woke up, got dressed, Mother in a form fitting halter and
blue jean cutoffs that barely covered her bountiful buns and I in a camisole
top and a pair of Mona's bikini bottoms. This was not an unusual combination
of articles for me to wear. I often wore their hand me downs and no one
thought anything about it.
We gathered a few things and went into the woodland to the Cove of Caves, as
it was called. It was a part of the woods where steep cliffs had erupted out
of the ground and, in places, there were caverns that became dwelling places
for some of the Nubile people. It was unusually deserted when we arrived.
Mother told me, in a  matter of fact way, that she was going inside to meet a
Nubile maiden and that I was to keep an eye out for bears. I was only to enter
the cave to report the presence of a bear outside.
	I occupied my time be tossing rocks at tree limbs and skipping them in a
small spring fed pool nearby. After a while I decided that I could safely swim
in the pool and still keep an eye out for bears. The camisole clung to my skin
and the water felt cool around my bikini and the sensations caused me to feel
mildly aroused. As I emerged, dripping from the pool, I heard a faint voice. I
had to stop and wait for the dripping to stop before I could make it out. It
was a woman calling for help...from within the cave. I went to the cave entrance
and heard it again and was convinced that it came from within.
	I proceeded tentatively into the entrance and called out for Mother. My voice
betrayed more fear than concern, I'm afraid. But I continued on. The
passageway widened and narrowed in the dim interior. There was low ambient
light but I can't explain where it came from. Finally I could hear some
activity in a nearby chamber. I entered but it took a moment for my eyes to
adjust.
Then I saw Mother.
She was standing at an angle looking away from me. But what was strange was
that she was backed up against a flat slab slightly taller than she. Her arms
were arrayed over her head with bands of sheer silk like material around her
wrists and palms. I believed her to be bound there. Her clothing, skimpy
before she went in, was rent and ragged with scratches and rips exposing more
than I'd ever remembered seeing before. Her breast and her pubis wear clearly
visible. I was shocked at the site and at my own feelings. Here she was
apparently helpless and I was gawking at her wishing it were appropriate to
explore those hidden pleasures with my hands. Then she noticed me and hushed
me to keep silent. She whispered with exaggerated pronunciation that a bear
had just been there. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it could be
audible outside my chest.
"Robin, now listen to me. These bears are only dangerous if you have clothes
on. If you don't they will hug you and play with you. If you do they will try
to rip them off of you and eat you."
I was almost as confused as I was frightened. Here was my Mother telling me to
be naked with her right in front of me and telling me that the bears would eat
me otherwise. I was feeling everything you'd expect, fear, anxiety, and
something you wouldn't expect, arousal. I removed my cami and bikini bottoms.
Immediately Mother's hands flew away from the flat structure, trailing yards
of the silky sheer material and wrapped it around me. As I looked down at
myself I thought that rather than covering me the sheer stuff accentuated my
nakedness. She must've thought so also.
"There, now you'll appear very friendly. But remember you must keep silent." I
nodded my compliance. And none to soon for around the corner shuffled a bear.
Its arms were raised in a menacing posture and it emitted low growls. It
looked at Mother and sounded angry, but Mother moved aside exposing me to the
bear. In spite of everything she had just said about bear behavior a minute
ago, I felt betrayed and abandoned. The bruin approached me with a changed
disposition and lunged at me not with menace but with certain hunger. It
crowded me against the flat slab and ground its body against mine like it felt
it had a right to.
If I was relieved to be "safe", I was filled with disgust at the situation I
now found myself in. And Mother, what had happened to her? This was
humiliating and demeaning in the extreme. I was feeling so bad for myself that
I barely noticed that the sensations against my skin were changing.
The course bear fur that was rubbing against my legs and thighs was now an
eerily pleasant smoothness. I forced enough courage into my shocked mind to
look down. There I beheld the pleasingly plump legs of a woman. Her
inhibitions abandoned and her legs entwining mine in ways that I had not yet
dreamed of. But what was this? The ugly fur bearing arms were now naked and
free to roam all over me and they did things I never would have imagined.
Sliding up and down my naked thighs, for by now the sheer veil was a ragged
heap on the ground, caressing my boy breasts and fondling my tiny nipples and
finally plunging between my legs to take ownership of my small tenderloin.
Somewhere in the deep places of my mind I knew there was a woman in a bear
suit in front of me. And in some seconds her voluptuous torso was naked and
proud against my own. The encompassing breasts and the aroma of her heat were
intoxicating and the primitive instincts in my body responded in reply.
I'm not sure when I realized that my wrists were now bound to the flat slab
and that the slab was tilting backward. But at this point it didn't matter. I
would have happily died there if this sensual goddess could continue to make
me feel this good.
I was now lying horizontally. The mystery woman was straddling my naked body
with her naked body, cleverly rubbing here and pressing there with here
plumpness and arousing me beyond all description. Her hands massaged my chest
and then my abdomen and as she moved down my body my sexual urgency increased.
While my head writhed in ecstasy hers was relieved of the bear head and she
immediately devoured my phallus with consummate hunger. Then I heard Mother.
"Didn't I tell you that if you weren't good the bears would eat you?"
All I could do was moan. Mother approached with what was the most unmotherly
look of hunger in her eyes. While leering at me she asked, "Mona, is his winky
awake?"
Mona? It was Mona in the bear costume? I looked down and saw my mother's lusty
beautiful friend consuming me in a passionate frenzy. I was very close to what
I now realize was sexual climax. But she stopped and was on her feet looking
me in the eye before I new it. But I knew it. I was so ready to burst that I
strained my arms to reach for Mona or Mother to draw them close again. That
was when I knew I was bound. I looked up to confirm what I felt and was about
say something in protest. I was shocked again at what I saw. Mona as pouring
scented oil over Mother's naked breasts and rubbed it all over her body. She
playfully squeezed her nipples and her naughty hands went around and between
Mother's legs getting a rise out of Mother that seemed to ignite something
within. Her ample abdomen was coated and glistening with the golden oil.
I was beginning to forget the heights of pleasure I had just experienced when
Mona's slippery hands found my `winky' again. I instantly responded with a
surge of blood to my neglected member. But then I saw Mother's eyes again and
I knew something was going to happen that I was totally unprepared for.
She came at me and I was scared. If I'd had time I would have started mumbling
apologies for crimes I was unaware of committing. I would have tried to
assuage her aggression with reasoning tones and plaintive pleas.
The curious scent of the oil changed my mind. It was a heady aroma that
converted the fight-or-flight energy into the passion of abandon an instant
before I felt her coated but naked body contact mine. "I want you Robin. I
want to possess your body and have you for my concubine and favorite. I'll
tell you something. I love Mona too and we make love, like this naked in each
other's arms. But now you're old enough to give Mother some satisfaction and
pleasure. I want you to be my little girl." I could tell that Mona was guiding
my shaft into my Mother's nether regions. The warm, moist, enclosure over
whelmed me and I writhed in sensual delirium.
"Oh Mother!" was all that I could say.
She responded by rocking her pubis back and forth and back and forth. I in
turn began to thrust slowly and tentatively. Her slippery skin covered mine
and her mouth drank from mine and her ardor met mine. "I have to have you
Robin. You look so cute and feminine in those skimpy clothes we give you to
wear. When I see your buns sticking out from your shorts I want to reach out
and caress them and kiss you like a lover. When you came in here just now with
that wet camisole on, I could hardly think about taking the bear costume off
of Mona. " All this time of course she is enticing me to thrust deeper and
faster and I almost loose control. When she stops and just lies there on top
of me.
"Now don't be impatient Honey. Mona is going to put a vibrator into Mother's
bottom." Just then her eyes rolled up for a second and then I felt it too. The
sensation came through Mother's body and awoke pleasures in me that could not
have happened before modern technology. I became an animal and lusted openly
for Mother's charms. I suckled her breasts and bucked in response to her
thrusts. My hands roamed over her slick plump torso and then...her buns. The
vibration came through so that I was feeling it in my hands and my groin. Well
that was all I could take. My senses were overwhelmed and it felt like I was
erupting from my most inner being. The pleasure of climax was overwhelming and
my wee-wee became hypersensitive. Mother must've climaxed about then too as
her fevered convulsions of passion subsided.
We rolled onto our sides' and Mona covered us with a light sheet. I fell
asleep soon and was awakened by renewed interest from Mother. This time the
fever was less frantic and more time was given to subtler pleasures. And Mona
joined us and we played with each other giving nibbles and kisses, licks and
caresses and whiled the day away.

by Puff vwxyz@usa.net