On Golden Lake Part 1

"Mom, I'm ready!" The closed door of Meg's bedroom muffled Justin's voice.

"Okay hon, give me just a minute!" Meg held her new thong in up in front of her nude body and frowned. Initially, she had planned on wearing it on their fishing trip, but sitting in a little boat next to Justin, that exposed...no, she better not. She was beginning to second-guess herself. Why in the world had she bought this suit anyway? Ah well, she didn't need to worry about it today - she and Justin weren't planning on going swimming - they would be in the boat the whole time.

She peeked out the curtains of her bedroom window. It was hot and muggy, like it had been all summer, but it was getting cloudy. Not a very good day for sun tanning either. She sighed and tossed the thong next to its matching bra on her dresser.

She pulled her pink cotton panties up her long, lean legs, followed by a pair of faded blue, tattered cut-offs. She rummaged through the dresser drawer, rifling through her bras. She wrinkled her nose. Until these last few days, Meg hadn't worn a bra all summer, and she relished the freedom. She reconsidered, and pulled an old light-blue tee shirt over her naked torso, tucking it into her shorts.

Meg paused to inspect herself in the mirror, and whistled softly. "Looking good," she said to herself proudly. Most of her clothes were too big for her nowadays, but this tee shirt had always been undersized. Her breasts pushed against it, and filled it out nicely. Her nipples poked subtly against the cotton fabric. The shorts were also a bit loose, but it was a small price to pay for her weight loss. With a final appreciative glance in the mirror, she left to join Justin.

*****

The old outboard motor sputtered and coughed as Meg maneuvered the little boat out the narrow inlet and into the main part of the lake. "I dunno Mom." Justin cast a critical eye on the smoking motor. "That sure doesn't sound good."

"This motor *never* sounded good." Meg struggled to make herself heard over the clank of the engine. "But it never failed us. And besides, we've got oars. If something happens, we can always row back." The boat had a top speed of no more then 10 miles per hour, but it was enough to cause a refreshing breeze on Meg's face as they crossed the open lake. It was yet another hot and humid day over Golden Lake.

Soon, they reached their destination on the far shore. It was a mass of old stumps protruding above the water in a protected inlet. Bill used to take them here all the time for great bass fishing. Hopefully, they'd have some luck.

*****

Meg kicked back in her perch at the stern of the little boat as she sipped from a large thermos of iced tea. It was a great day on the water - the lake was calm and serene, and essentially deserted. They had the whole place to themselves. She watched Justin cast his lure into the lake yet again. He wasn't catching anything, but at least he was having fun. She sighed as she watched him lovingly. Where had all the years gone? It seemed like only yesterday that she was breastfeeding him, struggling to raise a child on what had been at that time Bill's meager income. She reminisced back to his first day of kindergarten. How he had cried! He had been such a shy boy, and those first few years of school had been a struggle. But he had grown up to be a well-adjusted boy and a model student. Grown up. The words reverberated in Meg's mind. Wasn't that the truth? An image of her son lying on his bed, wantonly masturbating, intruded into her reverie. His little fist wrapped around his twitching penis...his eyelids screwed shut, mouth agape, legs flexed and trembling...

Justin reeled in his lure and cast again. Meg tried to clear her mind. "No luck huh?"

"No," replied Justin, as the lure plunked into the water next to a big stump. "They don't seem to be biting today."

"Tough luck kiddo." I guess the fish aren't hungry. She reached behind her and grabbed the thermos. "Want some iced tea?"

"Yeah, I'm awfully thirsty." Justin gratefully took several large swigs from the thermos, and then continued fishing. They sat in the boat for another hour, but the fish weren't cooperating. Finally, Meg announced that it was time to head back to the cabin. She noted gratefully that Justin seemed disappointed. He was enjoying himself despite the fact that the fish weren't biting.

As Justin stowed his fishing gear under the seat, Meg pulled on the starter cord a few times, but the engine refused to turn over. "Shoot," she muttered under her breath. She continued to crank at the derelict motor, but it simply wouldn't start. She sat down heavily, muttering to herself in her frustration.

"Want me to try Mom?"

"Well, be my guest, but I don't think you'll have any better luck. I think this old beater finally decided to quit." Meg and Justin carefully changed places as the little boat rocked alarmingly from side to side in the water. Meg got in the middle seat of the boat, next to the oarlocks, while Justin took the stern seat next to the outboard motor. He pulled at the cord again and again, until little droplets of sweat beaded on his forehead, but he had no better luck than his mother.

"Well kiddo, I guess we have to row back. It's only about a mile," she added ruefully.

And so Meg set the oars into their locks with a metallic clang and began rowing home. She was thankful that the sun wasn't out, but it was still a hot and sultry day. Soon, sweat was pouring down her flushed cheeks and neck, and her tee shirt was beginning to stick to her chest.

They had been rowing for about a half hour and were making good progress, but they were still far out in the middle of the lake. Meg brought the boat to a halt. She was winded, and thirsty, and dripping with sweat. "Justin, hand me that iced tea okay?" She accepted the proffered jug and took a long swig. "Want some?"

Justin shook his head. "No, I'd better not."

"Why not? It's hot and you'll get dehydrated if you don't drink."

"No. I...I have to pee," he replied shyly. "I don't think I should have any more to drink."

Meg noticed that Justin was hunched over in his seat, and he was rocking back and forth gently. "Oh. I understand. I guess I have to go too." She glanced over her shoulder and made a quick mental calculation. "We should be back in about an hour. Do you think you can hold it that long?"

Justin gritted his teeth. "I'll try Mom."

"Okay...I'll row as fast as I can."

After another 15 minutes, Meg was beginning to sympathize with Justin. Her own bladder felt like it was about to burst from the pressure. Her son had his fists balled in his lap. She panted, trying to catch her breath. The sweat was pouring down her forward, stinging her eyes. Her tee shirt clung to every curve, and was darkened from the moisture of her perspiration. "I'm sorry honey - I'm going as fast as I can." She saw the look of desperation in his eyes. "You really need to go don't you?"

Justin nodded vigorously. "I don't think I can hold it anymore Mom. Maybe I could just jump in the lake for a sec and go there." The boy stood up unsteadily, as the boat rocked.

"Justin, stop it! You'll tip the boat over! And anyway, you'll never be able to get back in if you go in the water."

"Well if I don't pee soon, I'm gonna explode."

Meg sighed. "I'm sorry Justin. I have to go too. But you'll capsize us if you go that way." Justin frowned and pressed his fists into his lap.

"Tell you what. Just pee over the side into the water. That's the only way."

"Oh no! I'm not peeing in front of a girl."

"I'm not a girl - I'm your Mother. It's okay honey."

The boy bit his lower lip. He sat back down and rocked back and forth in his seat. Meg was sympathetic - after all, she needed to pee desperately. But despite herself, she briefly smirked. "Oh knock it off Justin. I'll keep my eyes closed."

The boy sighed forcefully. "Okay, but no peeking!" He carefully got to his feet, and balanced unsteadily, arms extended out at his sides, as the old boat rocked to and fro. He inched as close to the side of the boat as he dared, as the boat tipped beneath him dangerously.

"Careful, Justin," Meg warned. She looked around to make sure there were no prying eyes, but the lake was deserted.

"Don't worry. I'm okay." The boy hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts, then stopped and looked at his mother. "Okay, close your eyes. I'm gonna go now."

Meg complied, and listened as her son grunted softly, willing himself to begin peeing. Finally, she heard the piss stream enter the lake in a brief spurt, accompanied by a more forceful grunt from Justin. There followed a second, then a third spurt, and then Meg heard a continuous loud spatter of urine gushing into the lake. Of course, she had heard men (and Justin) peeing before. That was always behind closed doors however. There was something fascinating about the sound of a man...a boy, she reminded herself...peeing so close to her. She marveled at the duration and volume of Justin's piss. 'Women sure don't pee like that,' she thought to herself. 'How do they hold so much in their bladder?'

Half a minute went by, and there was no letup. "Wow, you really did have to go!" she remarked through closed eyes.

"Yeah. What a relief!"

Another 15 seconds elapsed, and if anything, the volume of Justin's urine stream increased in intensity. Meg giggled, and the sound of Justin's pee was immediately interrupted. "Don't laugh Mom," Justin scolded. "I can't go when you laugh!"

"Sorry."

Meg listened as Justin grunted. It seemed he was having some difficulty getting the flow going again. Seemingly an eternity went by. 'Good grief,' she thought to herself. 'I guess he can't get started again.' She nearly asked him what was going on, but stopped herself at the last moment. No sense making the boy self-conscious or they'd be there all day. Still, she was curious. Meg had promised, but she was overwhelmed with curiosity. Yes, she had heard men pee hundreds, if not thousands of times, but she had never actually watched a man pee.

'Just a quick peek,' she told herself. 'Justin won't know.'

She cautiously opened her right eye. Justin was still standing unsteadily at the stern of the boat, sideways to her. His shorts were pulled down to his thighs, and he was holding his penis in his right hand. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut as he concentrated on getting his urine flowing again, and his smooth white butt clenched and unclenched as he strained to pee.

Meg's gaze was drawn to her son's exposed penis. She knew she shouldn't look, but she couldn't help herself. She marveled at how much smaller it was now then when she had seen him masturbating. His penis wasn't as developed as a man's, but it certainly was no longer like a child's either. Wispy pubic hair was clearly evident at the base, where Justin held it in his fingertips. It jerked slightly in his fingertips as Justin willed himself to pee. Finally, a short spurt of urine shot from the peehole over the side of the boat, then another. At last, a steady arch of golden piss was shooting once again into the calm lake water.

Meg watched with fascination as the stream slowly subsided into a few intermittent dribbles. The youth shook his penis rapidly several times, and a few drops of urine fell to the floor of the boat at his feet.

"Mom!" Meg came out of her reverie with a start. Justin was looking right at her - he had caught her peeking. She felt a warm flush crawl across her cheeks as Justin quickly pulled his shorts up. "You said you wouldn't look," the boy admonished.

"I...I know. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you."

The boy carefully eased himself back down on the bench seat. "But you promised! You saw me...naked!"

"I'm sorry kiddo." Meg licked her dry lips. "But I've seen you naked hundreds of times before, you know."

Justin considered this for a moment. "That's different. I'm older now."

Meg thought about the man-boy's penis and the wispy pubic hair. 'I'll say,' she thought to herself. 'Where have the years gone?'

"Besides," Justin continued, "I've never seen *you* naked."

"That's right. And we're going to keep it that way."

Justin giggled. "Well I think I should get to see you go pee. Fair's fair."

Despite herself, Meg allowed a brief smile to flicker across her pretty face. "Oh, no you don't. No way." But the pressure in her bladder was intense. She squeezed her thighs together.

"C'mon Mom."

"No!" replied Meg with finality. And to emphasize the point, she resumed rowing the boat. But she desperately had to pee. It would take at least a half hour to get back to shore, and there was no way she could wait that long. She stopped rowing, and the boat drifted to a stop.

"Okay, I'm going to go now. Close your eyes." Meg watched as Justin's eyelids closed. But they flickered a bit, and a grin spread across his face. Tighter!" she scolded. "Maybe you should turn around."

"Oh alright."

Meg carefully scooted toward the side of the boat, delicately balancing her weight as best she could. She unzipped her cutoffs, and pulled them and her panties down to mid-thigh in one motion. She carefully squatted over the gunwale of the rowboat, alarmed at the rocking motion. She scooted backwards as far as she dared, until she was sure her butt was hanging over the edge. She could feel a cool lake breeze washing over her naked rear. It felt weird - but there was something almost erotic about it. Meg didn't know if it was the thought of peeing in front of her son, or in such an exposed area, or what.

She desperately had to pee, but the awkwardness of the situation inhibited her. For almost a minute, she strained and grunted softly, but she simply couldn't go. Finally, she had to giggle at the hilarity of the situation.

"What's wrong?" asked Justin.

"Oh, I can't go. Give me a 'sec."

At last, Meg's aching bladder released, and her pee splashed into the water beneath her overhanging butt. Tears came to her eyes, as a tremendous sense of relief washed over her. But the angle wasn't quite right. Most of the yellow stream was getting into the lake, but she could feel a wetness spreading across the underside of her thigh as well. Unfortunately, the awkward position was resulting in some of her urine being directed onto the top edge of the side of the boat, and splashing on to her. She needed to spread her legs a little bit more, but the shorts and panties tangled around her thighs were preventing that. She needed to take them completely off. She looked at Justin uncertainly. "Keep your eyes closed hon. This is going to take a bit longer."

She carefully pushed her shorts and underwear down her legs until they were completely removed. Then, holding them in her left hand, she carefully eased her rear back over the side of the boat, mindful of the to and fro rocking of the old boat. Meg spread her legs wide, and with a gentle grunt, her pee stream spurted once, then twice, until finally a steady flow splashed into the lake water beneath her. Tears of relief came to her eyes, and she moaned softly with the welcome release of her urine.

She looked up momentarily, to make sure that the lake was still deserted. She caught a quick movement from Justin. He had been peeking!

"Justin!"

"What?"

"Were you watching me?"

But before the boy could respond, Meg felt the flow begin to splash and spatter against the boat again. She quickly scooted backwards a bit more, but too far! The slight list of the boat suddenly transformed into an alarming tilt, and Meg felt herself losing her balance. She yelped as she desperately clawed for something to grab onto, but she couldn't reach. Too late, Justin turned around to help his mother, but as he reached for her, Meg fell over backwards into the lake.

Meg was submerged only briefly. Within moments she surfaced at the side of the boat and clutched onto it. She sputtered and looked up to see a wide-eyed Justin staring down at her. He reached for her arm and began to try to pull her back into the boat.

"Wait Justin. That won't work. Just give me a minute to catch my breath."

She hung to the side of the boat, as Justin looked down at her with a concerned expression on his face. But soon, a smile played at the corner of his mouth as he watched his soaking wet mother bobbing up and down. Then, he snickered. "Sorry Mom," he said apologetically. "But it *is* pretty funny."

"Hah, hah, very funny," replied Meg sternly. But she too was smiling at the hilarity of the situation. Beneath the water, she reached down to pull her shorts and panties back into place...but they were gone. Then she remembered - she had been holding them in her hand when she fell. She swiveled her head frantically around as she tread water, but they were nowhere in sight.

"Damn it!"

"What Mom?"

"I...I lost my shorts. And underwear."

Justin's eyes widened into saucers. "You did? How?"

"Never MIND how!"

"I...I'm sorry. Just asking," he said with a hurt tone of voice.

"I know sweetie. I'm sorry. I just need you to help me find them, that's all." The thought of rowing back to shore naked didn't appeal to her.

Justin scanned the water from his vantage point in the boat. After a minute or so, he pointed toward the water off the stern of the boat. "There's your underwear, I think." Meg followed his pointing finger, and spied the pink, waterlogged panties drifting about 15 feet to her left. She quickly dog-paddled over to retrieve them, and, treading water, she quickly slid them up her legs.

"Do you see my shorts anywhere?" Justin shook his head.

"It doesn't make sense. They should float shouldn't they?" Meg frowned. "Okay, I guess I'm going to have to live with just underwear 'til we get back."

"Want me to help you up?"

"Give me a 'sec. I need to rest." Actually, Meg wanted the time not to catch her breath. She needed to complete emptying her bladder. 'Might as well do it while I'm in the water,' she thought. She felt the last few spurts of warm water bathing her crotch and upper thighs, until finally her bladder was empty.

"Okay, help me up now. Carefully!"

It was no small task clambering back in the boat, but with Justin's help, Meg finally tumbled in, winded from the exertion. She sprawled across the bottom of the boat for a moment to catch her breath, and then climbed back into her seat in the middle of the boat, facing Justin, who had reclaimed his seat at the stern.

Meg chuckled softly as she reached for the oars. "Quite a little adventure, hey kiddo? Shall we head back now?"

Justin didn't reply. Meg looked at him, and saw that his eyes were wide and glued to her...chest. She glanced down and saw that her wet tee shirt was transparent and welded to her boobs. The entirety of her breasts, the nipples...everything was visible. Damn it! A furious red blush splashed across her cheeks, and she flashed another quick glance at her son. He was looking lower, still wide-eyed, lips slightly parted. He was looking between her legs. Meg followed his gaze downward. Her sopping wet panties were much the same as her tee shirt. The shadow of her dark pubic hair was plainly visible. Mortified, Meg clamped her legs tightly shut, and stretched the front of her tee shirt down over her crotch. 'Good lord,' she thought. 'First Justin sees me peeing, and now this. Quite the peep show I'm providing.'

She opened her mouth to say something, but what could she say? She could hardly make him close his eyes the whole trip. She began rowing, determined to ignore the situation, until finally they reached home. Only when they beached the boat did they find her cutoffs tangled around the propeller of the outboard motor.