A Picnic from Heaven and Hell

"Er, yeah, sounds good, and, since I've got to say you now look like a sixties' Penthouse model, how would you feel about a new, sixties' style dress?"

"You mean like a mini?" She was intrigued.

"Well, I'm going to have to cut some off the bottom and then reposition the bits to suit a new design, so it's going to be shorter. It's just up to you how short..." It was my turn to raise an eyebrow.

"Well I don't want it so high that we go home and have Mrs. Wilkinson saying, 'there goes that slut again...'"

I laughed out loud. "Okay then, leave it to me. I'll see to it down by the river so you're not interrupting me all the time with comments."

"Who, me?"

She was smiling as I took my handy folding knife from my pack and made my way down to the river. As I strode away I looked back and she was reaching across the blanket for something just out of her reach. Her breasts swung heavily out from the shirt below her chest. I tried to put her out of my thoughts, which was difficult since the scent of her perfume and body was woven into the material of the dress I was now holding. I held it up to my nose and took in a deep draught. Goddammit I was so hooked. Resolutely I sat down by the river bank and forced my mind onto the task ahead. What it involved, and what I was successful in doing, was to cut off an approximately three inch strip from all around the bottom of the dress. That strip I then cut into pieces of about four or five inches in length. Punching holes into the material on either side of the thankfully vertical tear, I tied a knot to one end of each length, threaded it through and then tied it off on the outside. I repeated this down the length of the tear and even added a couple more ties further up towards the waist to make it look like it was part of the original design.

I was quite pleased with my work of art, and was just imagining Mum wearing it, now showing a further expanse of her long legs, when there was a terrified shriek from the direction of our picnic. I jumped up, dress in hand, and raced up the incline, my knife at the ready, prepared to defend my mother against whatever it was. I came upon her shrieking and frantically waving her arms around as she tried to defend herself from...a couple of bees. I wafted the dress around and around and thankfully they buzzed away. I saw the problem. Mum had opened the strawberry jam and the bees had straightway been attracted to it.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow...!" Mum's tears this time were real and plentiful. Apparently after opening the jam, she hadn't been able to resist spreading some onto a piece of bread and tasting it. However, as she did so, a dollop of it had slid off the bread and down into the valley between her breasts. One of the bees had zeroed in on it and dive-bombed her, resulting in a painful sting just towards the underside of the breast.

"Ow, ow, ow, oh shit, ow...!"

Without thinking twice, I pulled the shirt off her back and with little resistance and a lot of reassurances I laid her down as gently as possible onto the ground while reaching behind her to deftly unhook her bra. I simply lifted the cups up and over the tops of her breasts, then lifted the breasts themselves up so that I could get a clear picture of the situation. Yup, there it was, a small but razor-sharp needle embedded in the skin just below her right breast. I took my knife and flicked it open and to the side of my vision I sensed Mum's eyes opening even wider in a renewed fear of what I was about to do. But it was okay, I simply swiped the back of the blade several times across the stinger, and in this way I eased the little bugger out of her flesh. I flicked it away, before realizing I was still holding the whole mound of my mother's tit in my other hand. Her nipple sprouted upwards between my fingers.

My hand seemed to have a mind of its own and had begun kneading the doughy mound quite unnecessarily.

I looked at Mum. She looked at me. Then looked down at her tit. Then up at me. And then down again at her tit.

In the meantime her nipple had hardened and thrust itself upwards in spectacular fashion. My two middle fingers had closed around it and were now starting to rub it up and down together with the rest of her breast. I quickly improvised.

"Umm, I need to, umm, massage it to get the blood circulating, to, disperse the umm..."

"So it won't drop off?" She was laughing at me. I laughed along.

"Yeah, I read it in a manual somewhere...honest."

"Oh. You mean that one you hide under your mattress?"

"Funny."

"Well since you're at it, I mean, you do know that blood has to circulate around the whole body? So..." She glanced down at the other breast. I smiled and brought my other hand up to enclose that one as well.

I was building up a rhythm with my fingers as Mum's head sank backwards and she closed her eyes, a smile across her lips. She arched her chest upwards, eager to accept the massage.

"Mmmm, I think I'm finally getting my money's worth out of you. Mmmm..."

It seemed so natural to me that I should lean in and plant a kiss onto her full, warm, damp lips. I held my mouth onto hers and she responded with a short flick of her tongue across my teeth. The second time she did it, I caught her tongue with my own and then suddenly we were going at it with wide open mouths, exchanging saliva, our tongues wriggling and writhing inside one another. Mum's arms came round my neck and she pulled me onto her. Then one of her hands was exploring through my hair while the other one adjusted the angle of my head, all the better to devour me.

I released her breasts and wrapped her tightly in my arms, running my hands up and down her smooth back, smothering her with wet kisses.

"Ow, ow..."

"Sorry."

The pain of the bee sting was still making itself felt and I wasn't helping any by crushing myself on top of her. I rolled myself over and hauled her along with me and now she was the one on top, straddling me, layering me with kisses on my mouth, my cheeks, my ears which she chewed on as her mouth passed by on its way to my neck.

Then she sat upright, the heat of her lower body pressing down onto my crotch, her thighs enclosing my hips. I drew the bra straps off her shoulders and tossed the bra itself to one side. She looked down at my chest and spread her fingers across it, circling my nipples.

"I read the very same manual, haha..." She licked both her forefingers and brought them down onto the tips of my nipples and started to tease them.

"See, it's not only women's nipples become erect when stimulated." She was watching in some amusement as I reacted to her fingers. Then she was looking straight at me, a serious look in her eyes. She said nothing, but levered herself forward and brought one heavy swinging breast down into my mouth which was opened wide in acceptance. Down below, Mum's thighs were working hard around my erection. She pressed, released and pushed down, pressed, released and pushed down like a bellows. I pushed upwards in response and pretty soon the whole rhythm of our bodies was building to a crescendo. Small intermittent grunting noises were coming from Mum as she reached towards a climax, and I myself knew I was going to blow at any moment. That we came together must have been coincidental, but the shouts we made when it happened succeeded in scaring all the birds out of the trees around us.

Mum rolled off me and we lay there next to one another, both of us still breathing heavily. I levered myself up onto one elbow and lazily took in the whole expanse of her body. I knew it was allowed. Her eyes were closed. I knew she was giving me the time to take her all in -- the disheveled hair, the long neck already showing a couple of hickeys, the heavy breasts lounging to either side of her rib cage, the indent of her navel rising and falling, the mound enclosed by her now soaking wet panties, the length of her smooth legs descending to, appropriately enough, the one sneaker she was still wearing.

I plucked a blade of grass and stroked it across her cheek. She smiled and reached out for my arm, still refusing to open her eyes. She drew my hand across her breast, swirled it around the nipple a couple of times and then brought it down to her navel. With one finger I investigated the indent and she squirmed.

"Oh dammit, I've really got to pee..."

Her eyes sprang open and she leapt to her feet, scanning around and choosing an appropriate clump of bushes to crouch behind and do her stuff. I might have made her cum, but she obviously wasn't confident enough with me yet to let me see her pull down her panties and squat and pee in front of me. Well, a work in progress, I thought.

She was gone only a few moments when her, by now, familiar shriek once again cut through the quiet of the countryside.

"Ow, ow, ow, OW...jeez, I don't believe this, it's ...ow...!!"

What the...? She had leapt up and her bouncing head had appeared, and her shoulders, and she appeared to be yet again pirouetting on the spot.

"Mum, what is it!? You need my help?" I jumped up and once again raced forward to save the day. Her panties were round her knees, the top of her legs clenched together. Behind her was a large, darker green, damp spot among the...nettles...where she had squatted to take a piss. She turned round to show me her now mottled bum with an angry splosh of red marks stretching across it, all the redder because of the paleness of her ass. If I'd had the time to think about it at all, I would have marveled at the luscious roundness of her bum and how it set off her trim waist. I would even have rushed home for paints and an easel in order to depict her at that very moment.

But the tears were gushing from her eyes and she was craning her neck to somehow get a look at the damage. She vainly tiptoed her fingers around to the violated skin but it was far too painful to touch.

It was now my turn to bite my bottom lip because perversely, I had the urge to burst out laughing. Let's face it, my Mum was jinxed. At least, today she was.

I came forward. "Take them off." I indicated her panties.

Obediently, numbly, in some state of disbelief and simply following orders, she brought her ankles together and the panties slipped down to her feet. I picked them up. They were sodden. I looked at her. Suddenly she was the spitting image of that famous painting by Botticelli, you know the one, the Birth of Venus, where she stands naked, her hands are vaguely covering her intimate parts, not out of any kind of modesty, but, well, you've got to put your hands somewhere, haven't you?

I put my arm around her shoulder and led her without resistance back to the blanket.

She was mumbling. Not to me, particularly. Probably not even to herself, but she let out a string of disconnected words, "That book...cursed me...supposed to be true...ow, fuck...they never found them...why...am I bad...?"

Then she seemed to draw herself together and clung to me, her cheek damp on my shoulder.

She lifted her head, "Jamie, I'm in pain."

I shushed her and got her to lower herself slowly onto the blanket, taking care that she shouldn't sit but rather to lie on her front. I covered her with the light material of the reassembled dress so that any errant bee might not be tempted to try for a revenge attack on her lovely body.

"You lie there, it's going to be alright, I'm going to scout around for some dock leaves, they're supposed to take the pain out of the sting. You're going to be okay, you'll see." I stroked her hair, kissed her and wandered off in search of the elusive leaves. 'Elusive' is right -- there wasn't a dock leaf to be found for love or money.

When I got back to the picnic spot, Mum seemed to have pulled herself together a little bit and she was leaning up, the pain relegated to yet another inconvenience that was trying, and still failing, to spoil our day.

She smiled as I gloomily approached with arms out wide to show her I was empty handed. I plonked myself down next to her.

"Maybe if we dip you in the river that might wash away some of the sting?"

"If today's anything to go by, you'll dip me in the river and I won't sink and it'll just prove I'm a witch and you'll have to burn me at the stake." We both laughed at her joke.

I hesitated. No, I couldn't possibly...no, it probably wouldn't work...

I looked into Mum's eyes and she was still grimacing as the nettle stings continued to hurt and irritate her.

"Mum, there's this...no, forget it."

"What, you've suddenly remembered a miracle cure based on some old wives' tale?"

She was obviously joking, but I said, "Actually you're quite close, but, no...it's...no."

"Jamie," she pleaded, "at the moment I'm in great pain and any feeble remedy, any at all, which might stand an even minute chance of working will be given a standing ovation..."

"Spunk."

"What?"

"Sperm, spermatozoa, jizz, semen, seminal fluid..."

"Huh? I can see you've made both a wide-ranging and intimate study of the subject, and that's normal in somebody your age, but...?"

"Covering the area with sperm will both insulate, protect and soothe the area." I wasn't looking at her, I was trying to extricate a piece of dirt from beneath one of my fingernails.

"Oh. I think I should really get a copy of that manual of yours."

She reached out and lifted my face by the chin. "Let's go for it, then."

She was smiling widely, but stopped when I idiotically asked, "But how?"

"Umm, let's see," She supported her head with one hand under her chin, tapped a finger against her teeth, gazed into the sky and said, "I think there's only one of us round here with a bagful of sperm. I got some from my last boyfriend, well, quite a lot actually, but I stored it in the freezer, and that's at home." She observed me innocently.

"But..."

I got no further. She reached across and yanked the zip of my pants down. She was fumbling at the top button when I said, "Stop. I can do it."

She immediately stopped, drew back her hands and clasped them together, looking at me with a renewed face full of virginal expectation. I stood up, released the button of my pants and let them fall to the ground. My dick was already tenting my boxers which were still damp and sticky from our earlier exertions.

"And...?" She reached forward. "I'm not going to be the only one in a permanent state of undress round here." Before I could react, she'd lunged for the waistband of my boxers with both hands and yanked them down. Well, to tell the truth she only managed to yank the sides down. My protrusion was a rampart against her invasion. I slipped my own hand in and levered the elastic over my dick and it sprang joyfully upward.

Neither of us moved for a few moments. In the same way Mum had earlier allowed me to take my time surveying her body, so I looked away and let Mum take in mine. It seemed she was only interested in one part of me though, because soon enough I felt her hand cradling my dick and I looked down to find her with an intent look on her face, taking it in from every angle. She stroked it tenderly, smiling. Then she grasped its whole circumference tightly in her hand. Then she began to slowly move her hand backwards and forwards. As blood surged into it and it expanded in length and girth, she took her hand away, spat into both of them, returned the two of them to my dick and began to apply herself to the job with gusto.

On her knees now, the concentration on her face was intense as she worked on me. Her face was only inches away when it suddenly occurred to me that we would have to collect anything I might ejaculate, which I felt was going to be any moment now...

"Mum, we've got to..."

I needn't have bothered though, because just then her mouth opened as wide as it would go and she leant forward and clamped it onto the end of my rod. She released the grip of one hand and sent it delving underneath to cup my balls with her palm while one or two of her fingers made probing enquiries at the entrance to my asshole. The moment she delved deeper it released the built-up pressure inside my dick and I felt my cum immediately surge out into her mouth. I couldn't help it; I know we wanted to collect it, but the intense thrill of cumming into my own mother's mouth made me grab hold of her head, jerk forward and try to ram it as far down her throat as I could.

But Mum was single-minded and knew what we were here for. She pushed me back with both hands so she wouldn't gag, took one of my hands from her hair and placed it below her mouth which was already filling to overflowing as my cum seeped out from between the corners of her lips. She pulled my dick from her mouth as I was still spurting and directed it into my hand. To this she added what she'd collected in her mouth, and I cupped both hands in front of me in order not to lose a drop. Mum then grabbed my dick and squeezed it tightly so as to extricate anything still remaining.

She was indeed all business, because as soon as she was sure we'd collected as much cum as possible, she immediately swiveled round on her knees, leant forward onto her forearms and thrust her speckled ass up to my inspection. Her cheeks were wide, and the puckered entrance to her asshole crowned the luscious vertical ripples of her labia. I know I had a job to do, but I couldn't resist the temptation to bend over and take in Mum's pussy from up close.

"Slap it on, Jamie, thick and fast."

I held my hands over her ass and opened my fingers to let my cum dribble down between them. Then I turned them over and with widespread fingers started to gently massage it into her damaged flesh.

"Ow! Ow...! Easy does it, Jamie..."

The rash across Mum's bum was substantial. She must have lost her balance while straddling the bush and sat down onto the whole clump, because the angry red spots spread across the entire width and had even made their way round to the side. My cum was spread very thinly across the affected area.

I didn't know if it was enough. It could be we needed more.

"Is it helping?"

"I think so." Her muffled voice face down in the grass. "It still hurts, though." She swayed her ass from side to side as though to collect any breeze that was coming our way.

"Mum, there's not enough...the rash is covering most of your bum...and we need enough to seal the wounds..."

Mum didn't answer immediately. What she did do was to spread her knees further apart.

"Well, you've got the solution to that."

She inserted one hand between her legs and prised her pussy lips apart with a couple of fingers. Her head turned towards me, still on the grass.

"Is it too soon again? You just do what you have to do, Jamie, whatever it takes to get more of that lovely juice."

So I did just that. I leant down and first rimmed her ass with my tongue. As she oohed and wriggled, I replaced the fingers at her pussy with my own. I inserted a couple and felt how slick and warm and inviting her channel was. I slid my fingers up and down at her entrance, feeling for that nub which sent shivers through her as I passed over it. I began to wank her off and the groans and sighs she emitted and the clasp and release of her cunt muscles around my now three fingers up her had the desired effect on my cock.

I might have cum only minutes before, but the sight and feel of this glorious woman offering herself over to me had the desired effect. I was even harder than before and I nudged myself forward on my knees so my cock-head was at the mouth of Mum's cunt.

This was a strange moment. As I pushed myself into her furnace I realized I couldn't just hump her for all I was worth -- her ass-cheeks wouldn't take me thumping up against them. So I had to fuck her without actually touching her there. It was new and thrilling to me, I was able to look down and see my dick pistoning in and out of her pussy, I could see the labia appearing and disappearing through the airtight suction of my thrusts and I could see how slick the veins in my dick had become with her thick juice.