Sandi Sweetass

Mom Runs Wild

Chapter 1

Martin Hale went to the window or the small rented cabin and parted the red gingham drapes. His eyes traveled across the heavily wooded landscape of the New England mountains and finally settled on the crisp blue water of Lake Merriam. But Martin kept searching until he saw her, his daughter, Jane.

She was floating on a yellow air mattress about twenty feet out in the calm water. Her bright red bikini contrasted with the yellow of the mattress to make her look like some kind or comfortable fishing float. Martin was more aware of the contrast between the skimpy red bikini and Jane's thoroughly exposed flesh. Well-tanned, smooth flesh, the flesh of an eighteen-year-old girl full of health, vigor and overly eager ideas. When he'd first seen the string bikini earlier in the week Martin's gut reaction was one of shock she looked naked the thing hardly covered anything and everything it didn't cover was just too appealing to let hang out Then he remembered where they were, the cabin was so Isolated, so deeply hidden in the mountains next to this seldom visited lake that the chance of anyone but himself, Beth or Timothy, her brother, seeing the ripe nudeness was very slim.

But Martin did have to admit to himself that his little girl was now a woman very much a woman. He didn't know where the years had gone, but it did take years, it had to take that long for nature to build such a splendid body. Either way, Jane was occupied; he knew she'd float out there for hours. He looked around to see if Tim was near.

As usual, Tim was nowhere in sight that was something to expect from a seventeen-year-old boy. Probably off fishing or hiking on the mountain, Martin figured. The chances of Timothy coming back during the next few hours were remote. Martin closed the drapes and looked through the dimness of the cabin bedroom toward the sleeping woman in the bed. It was Beth, his faithful wife.

Timothy Hale was doing both things, fishing and hiking. At least he had his fishing rod with him, but he wasn't too close to the water he y was cautiously hiking over the mountain watching stopping now and. then like a hunter to peer into the trees ahead. He squinted the blue eyes of his freckled face and brushed the red shock of hair back from his forehead before moving on, this time toward a spot he'd been to before.

It was a prominent point where he could look down at the lake and see just about everything, coves, shoreline, the cabin back in the woodsy even Jane out on her stupid air mattress. His eyes took scant notice of these familiar things and kept searching. Tim quickly stepped back into the cover of the shrubbery when he saw it-the boat. It was the same boat he'd seen the day before, small, wood, with two people inside. The man sat back and steered the small motor, a woman with light blonde hair sat forward near the bow. Timothy crouched down and watched the distant craft as it slowly and painfully cut across the lake. It was still too soon to tell where they were headed.

Jane Hale took a deep breath and just let it ease from her lungs. She liked doing that, swelling her chest up with air until the red bikini top hugged tight to her breasts, then gradually allowing the halter to go slack and slip away. She had it hooked on the farthest button so it hung loosely on her breasts and let them jostle and bounce whenever she walked, it was almost like having nothing up there at all.

But even lying on the yellow air mattress with the hot sun cooking down on her skin, Jane liked an occasional swell of airy just to remind herself. That's all she could do, she sadly thought. Way up here in the middle of nowhere there weren't many young men to entice and excite with her breathing exercises; actually there were none, unless she counted her father or brother.

Jane sighed and gritted her teeth-what a drag. She was sorry she'd let her father make the plans for this vacation; it was just like him to dig up some place where there was no chance she'd meet any guys at all. He might as well have sent her to a convent instead submitting her to this torture. And to top it all off, he was going back home now for a few days and refused to let her come along.

Jane had gotten mad the night before when she'd asked if he'd take her along. "I can do your cooking and make sure the house is neat," she pleadingly said.