Normans POV

I smiled at mother as she got the small boat ready to go out on the small lake to get some fish. Her blonde hair tucked under a fishermen's hat.

"Okay Norma, lets catch some fish." She spoke with a smile plastered on her face as she flung out her arms. I nodded as I grabbed our fishing poles and bait and got on the small boat. Once mother was on, I started to row us through the lake, looking back now and then to make sure that I didn't hit anything.

"I remember when you were little and I took you out for the first time for fishing. You looked so adorable in your outfit. I showed you how to place the bait on the hook and you accidently cut your finger." She sighed, "You know what you did?" Mother asked me. I raised my brow, trying to think but came up with nothing. So, I shook my head left and right. "You did nothing. You didn't cry or scream. You just put your hand out to me, trusting me to make it all better. After that, I wanted to just go and keep you safe. But, you wouldn't allow it. Always stubborn, just like me." She bit her lip, which I strangely found cute.

"You can stop here Norman, it should be good." She said. I nodded as I stopped rowing. As I placed the bait on both of our hooks she continued with her tale.

"We fished for hours, or that's what it seemed like looking back." She shrugged as we cast our fishing poles into the water. " I remember your face when you saw the ball went under the water, you looked so happy. But, then you pouted when you rowed it in and it was just an old boot that got caught on the line." I smiled, wondering how I must've looked like pouting. But, no images came up. My gaze found mothers face. The lines on her forehead thinking, the biting of her lip as she thought. Clearly it looked like she knew the image that couldn't come to my mind.

"Must have been a good memory." I said with a half smile as I looked out towards our hooks, seeing if they came down yet. But, they didn't. I saw mother give me a sad smile from the corner of my eye, like she understood. "Yes.' She simply spoke.

All of a sudden, mothers line yanked. She did an almost Cheshire Cat like smile as she tried to reel it in, but failing. "Norman, a little help please." She gasped out as she bent her back to try and get more power. I grasped near the reeling thing and heaved with all the small power that I had, but couldn't budge. All of a sudden we both lurched forward, into the coldish water of the lake.

We emerged with a gasp and heaved our bodies into the boat. We looked at each other before mother started to laugh very loudly. I started to chuckle a bit along with her. She patted my wet clothed shoulder, "I think its time to head back. Sorry we couldn't catch a fish." She said. I nodded and shrugged as I got up.

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We entered the warm cabin with dripping wet clothes. Mother suggested we strip and get a nice, warm shower before going to sleep. I nodded as I entered the shower first, about to get undressed just as mother came in. "What is it?" I asked, confusion in my eyes. She give me a warm, loving smile. "Just figured we'd share the warm water together so that we'll both get use of it." She said.

I nodded, not questioning her as we both undressed and entered the shower. We started off washing separately before mother ran her fingers through my hair. I didn't know why, but I think I moaned. Or, what one would call a moan.

I think that's what sparked what happened next.

Mother spun me around and her lips found mine. I just let her take charge, like she always had. Trusting her not to lead me down the wrong path. I followed what she did. My arms hooked around her back as hers found my shoulders. It felt like I was on father with what she was doing. Her lips detached and found my neck, biting and nipping at the base. Why she did, I have no reason. Why she was acting like this? Still had no reason.

Soon, the water had turned cold and we found ourselves near the fireplace. She had forced me to my knees and shoved my head into her womanhood. I had seen a few videos to know what to do. I licked and sucked. I bit as well. From the sounds mother made, she liked what I was doing. She then laid me down on the bear skin rug and slid onto my pole.

"I love you Norman. You and me against the world, right?" Mother had somehow gasped out as she moaned. I nodded, "I love you as well. You and me against everyone else." I spoke.

No truer had those words had been spoken as of then. The two of us went on and on, seeing no end to what we had started. And, we liked it. Was it wrong? Maybe. Did we care? Did mother care? Did I care?

No, we didn't. And, we would never for years to come.

the end. r/r

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