Hiking in the mountains

Her grip on my cock was suddenly hardened. I released my grip from her fingers holding my cock. This time her fingers didn’t stop and she continued stroking my cock with a gentle rhythm. I could feel the approach of an inevitable summit. I was aware that soon my cock would lose the battle and would succumb to the intense pleasure her fingers were imparting to my cock with every stroke. 

I continued thrusting my fingers inside her wet pussy. Mom spread her legs a little wider providing an easier access to her ravenous depths. My drenched fingers moved with ease inside her hungry ravine trying to hasten her culmination.

My cock didn’t take long and soon it surrendered to the most rapturous feeling of its life. I ejaculated with gusto, releasing plenty of hot cum flying in the air and then landing over my belly. My cock spat its thick gluey content over my belly and into my mother’s gripping fingers. After finishing its task, it started deflating and soon it was slumbering between her soft grip.

My right hand was still busy with my mother’s pussy. I could feel her fat cunt lips sucking and releasing my reciprocating fingers. It was not long when I felt the clearly identifiable twitch of her cunt lips, a similar feeling which I had when I fucked her two weeks ago. My fingers continued the to and fro motion of my fingers, while her fat cunt lips pulsated around them. 

Once the quivering stopped, I with drew my fingers out of her pussy. Suddenly, mom released her grip from my flaccid cock. I felt her pulling her panties up and then she turned her back to me and lay still. 

I could not suppress my smile; mom was still trying to maintain her façade. I didn’t try to disturb her further. I felt happy and fulfilled. I cleaned my cock and belly with my underwear and pulled my shorts on. I tucked my wet underwear between the elastic of my shorts. Although, I was getting sticky feeling on my belly, yet it was the reward of one of the most memorable moment of my life, and I loved that feeling.

The first citadel had fallen and soon the fort would be under my command. I could now look forward to numerous memorable moments with my mom after returning from our mountain trip. I closed my eyes and soon fell asleep.

Chapter 3

I don’t remember how long I slept. During my sleep I had been continuously dreaming about my naked mom with her open arms welcoming me. I was lapping at her cunt and she was crying with passion. I was into such a dream when suddenly I felt a hot breath over my lips. In a moment the breath moved away from my lips, however, in the process I felt a brief brushing by another pair of lips. 

Surprised, I opened my eyes. Mom was bending over me trying to wake me up. I suddenly lifted grabbed her by hips and pulled her onto my chest, pinning my lips over her soft rosy lips, kissing her passionately. Mom tried to resist, but she couldn’t succeed in pushing me and I could prolong my kiss. Mom continued struggling in my embrace.

Finally, I released my grip. She pushed me back and stood near me. Her face was flushed with excitement and she was breathing hard. Suddenly my cock stirred and knocked at the confines of my shorts.

I looked at my wristwatch; it was ten past eight. After the last night incident, I had slept for another six hours. Mom appeared refreshed. She was an early riser and I would have been more surprised had I found her sleeping at this hour. I looked at her beautiful face glowing in morning freshness. Memories of last night suddenly came back to me causing my mind to buzz with delight. I looked into her eyes to find the traces of last night’s incident.

“Dave! Get up,” She was trying to appear calm, pretending to be ignorant of last night’s event. “We got to hurry up. We are already late.” 

“Late?” I looked at her like an idiot, with the kind of pleasure I had derive while touching her last night; I would love to sleep till eternity.

“Yes honey. We need at least five hour to reach the peak.” Mom replied. “If we delay further we would only be able to reach it by evening.”

“I’ll be ready in a few minutes” I grabbed my stuff and ran out of the cabin. 

After attending the nature’s call, I brushed my teeth at the creek. Then I removed my clothes and jumped into the water. I washed the cum stained underwear with water and proceeded to take a nice bath. Water was a bit cold but I was used to it. I enjoyed the feel of cold water against my skin. I was yet to finish my bath when mom suddenly appeared at the side of creek. 

My clothes were lying at the bank and no way I could reach them before she could see me naked. I too didn’t have any intension of doing that. I ignored her presence and continued with my ablutions. I saw her staring between my thighs. I looked at her; she immediately turned her gaze away. But I had seen that she was intently eyeing my rigid cock, which was rising like a flagpole from my dark thatches. 

“You should hurry up.” She called. “We’re already very late.”

She looked at me deeply and then she turned and went back.

When I returned, mom was ready to move. She had changed her clothes; the khaki half pants and dark blue T-shirt, she looked great. She handed me the food, which we had brought with us, and we silently ate our breakfast. After taking our first meal of the day, we were finally ready to move.

We started our journey around eight thirty five, our destination was a small peak called Little Thumb. From our hut, it was about five and half miles journey, but last one mile was a rigorous climb and the final last hundred yards to the Little Thumb were almost vertical. So overall we needed sufficient time to reach the hilltop before the sunset. 

For tourists, there was a less risky, but a slightly longer detour to the top. Most of the tourists willing to visit Little Thumb preferred to take that route. However, for the people looking for some real and not so dangerous adventure; it was fun scaling those heights via the shorter route. However, the tourists were prohibited to take that route without the company of a trained guide. 

Mom had been using this same route to organize her training camps for mountaineering. So far, my earlier visits to Little Thumb were through the longer course, but now the time had come to scale those heights like an expert climber, and to learn the art of mountaineering. Earlier, mom herself had refused to allow me to use that path. 

Little Thumb is the part of a twin peak and is the highest peak in our region. From the valley it appears like a projected thumb, extending beyond the mountain, connected to its twin peak in the same way a thumb is connected to palm. Surprisingly, the whole peak was devoid of any vegetation, quite contrary to the surrounding areas, which were thickly covered with trees. 

I don’t know who gave the peak the name ‘Little Thumb’, because to me, that brown rocky peak extending like a tilted pillar, appeared more like a tiny cock of a child pointing towards the sky. Given a chance I would have named it something like Little Phallus or Mount Pee-pee. The whole thumb shape of the hill was projected out of the mountain, so when someone is standing over Little Thumb, he is virtually standing in space, with only one end of hill connected to mountain and remaining three sides opened to deep ravines. 

Most of the sightseers prefer to take the detour that meant first climbing to the twin peak through a guided path and then take a turn and reach the Little Thumb. However, to some adventurous tourists and the people like my mother, direct climbing to the top was preferred than taking a simpler route. During tourist season there was no dearth of people willing to go far a little adventure. 

Mountaineering doesn’t always mean climbing on the vertical peaks only. It basically involves a mix of three different techniques- hiking, rock climbing and the snow and ice climbing techniques and it is necessary for a complete mountaineer to be competent in all three. It is not an easy task to master, as there are wide variations within these techniques. A good climber will always try to strike a perfect balance between them. I knew that mom was the best available around. 

We continued hiking along a given trail along the hill, stopping only to catch our breath for brief spells. We first rose to one small hilltop and then climb down to the other side. So far we had been following tracks only, and for this part of our journey no special mountaineering skills other than basic idea of hiking were required. 

After about four hours we were at the base valley of the Twin Peaks. Both of the peaks were clearly visible from there. I could see the bare pillar type structure of Little Thumb. The region was mainly consists of rocky ascents, requiring the skills of a trained climber. From here the track would bifurcate into two different paths, one going directly to Little Thumb via a rocky and steep climb, and second one would first go to the twin peak and then take a detour to Little Thumb.

I was thrilled. Even though the events of last night were still live on my mind, I was trying to be calm, and was looking forward to the journey ahead with my charming mother. I was following her throughout the way, and whenever I looked at her gyrating rump in those khaki half pants, my cock seemed to burst out of my shorts. 

I was sure that mom too must have noticed the bulging front of my pants, as every time she turned towards me I could feel her eyes making a swift glance at my hardness. We continued our journey without much conversation. She was maintaining a deliberate silence on whatever had transpired between us and I found that most baffling. 

After Resting for a while, we again started our journey, now following the rocky treacherous route. Mom was climbing like a wildcat and I was aptly following her. From the bottom I was able to see under her khakis. I tried my best to get a glimpse of her pussy mound or her panties through the side opening of her pants, but could only get the view of her creamy white inner thighs. Her pants were not revealing much. I didn’t know whether mom was aware of my gaze or not, as she continued her climb without worrying about my sneaking eyes.

One hour later we were approaching the last stretch of our climbing. We climbed over the top of a large flat rock bed, which was situated just below the peak. Mom stopped there, released her rucksack and hiking gear from her back to the ground, and sat on a small rock. I too released my bag and sat beside her. 

“We’re about hundred yards below the top,” Mom said while catching her breath. “Now you’ll learn some real mountaineering. So far the climb has been mostly along angled track, but now the climb is almost vertical. Take some rest, after this point our next stop will be Little Thumb.”

I too was puffing with effort, so the idea of resting was quite appealing. I opened my flask and took a sip of water.

“Don’t drink in large gulps, take only small sips,” Mom advised me. “It’ll make climbing easy and you’ll preserve some water for the top. We won’t get any extra water at the top.”

I closed the cap of my flask and put it back into my knapsack.

“From here we can take two different routes.” She pointed with her finger, showing the paths. “One we can directly climb to top from here itself, or second we can go to the south side and then climb the peak. But we shall not take southern route as that is too risky and it is meant for professional climbers.”

“Have you ever gone through southern route.” I was curious. 

Southern end of the hill was one that was projecting in the air. Any climber trying that side would be always be in the risk of falling a direct drop of minimum three hundred feet.

“Only once.” She replied. “And that too with a team of trained mountaineers, your grandpa was also with us.”

For minutes we sat there silently, enjoying the vast country spread before us. I removed my binocular from my bag and surveyed the green valley spread below us. I then checked the twin peak, just to see if there was any activity. Nowhere I could find any movement, mom and I were alone in this vast countryside. I turned my eyes towards mom; she was watching me with curious eyes.

“Dave” I was about to turn my eyes away from her, when she spoke. “I want to ask you something.” 

I looked at her, questioningly. Mother’s eyes were dazed as if lost in the hills behind me.

“I’ve never imagined that the thing which happen at the cabin, could happen to us,” She was speaking softly. “But it had happened and we can’t reverse it. Just tell me one thing honestly, how do you feel about it.”

“Mom…I….” I tried to reply but what came out of my mouth was only a stammer. 

“Did you enjoy it?” Mother’s next question was straight. “Please be honest.”