No Particular Place to Go

"Mmmmm," hummed Mum as we came up for air, "Lovely, darling! Oh my -- that brought back memories!"

"I bet it did," I said as I stood and looked at her, doing my best to hide the partial erection that had arisen, quite unasked.

Mum's face had lit up; she was glowing with excitement and happiness....and something else that I couldn't identify.

"Come on, let's keep walking," I said, "We're not half way round yet."

"Yes, let's," said Mum and we linked arms again and sauntered down the path for a while longer.

But although Mum kept pointing out objects of interest, my mind was elsewhere now. Sure -- I'd been close to Mum before, but never that close; never before had we kissed so ardently; never before had Mum pressed her breasts against my chest or ground her pelvis against mine.

I wasn't entirely sure what to make of it -- or how I should react. My penis certainly knew how to react but that was just a physical reaction -- what I wondered about was how to react mentally. Should I go along with her or rebuff her?

But since the whole object of the exercise was to re-run some of the 'good old days', I suppose I had to join in and play the part, I guessed. Oh well, perhaps Mum would come to her senses! So what, those kisses had felt good and her body against mine had been very enjoyable.....

"Where are you?" a voice said and I quickly dragged myself back to the present.

"Oh, sorry Mum; just had something on my mind....a bit of work...." I said, doing my best to cover my confusion.

"Let's have a break," said Mum, now firmly back in my life, "look -- there's a nice little grassy bit over there. We'd have a lovely view of the lake from there and we could sit down and have a breather."

"Yeah, ok," I said, "Good idea."

I wasn't tired but we'd walked the best part of a mile I reckoned and a sit down would keep us relaxed.

Soon we'd climbed the slope that led to the small grassy dale and we let ourselves down onto the springy turf. Generations of rabbits had kept the grass short and the dry weather had made it almost as comfortable as a mattress. And sitting there we could hardly see the path -- there was a natural depression in the grassy area that we hadn't been able to see -- and now we too were as good as hidden.

We sat, close together and drank in the view. The lake shone with the blue of the sky, dotted with swans and ducks and waterlily leaves -- it was a picture of complete relaxation.

I leaned back in the sun and spread my hands out to support me and a few moments later Mum did the same -- but when she did, her hand landed on top of mine.

"Sorry darling," she said, but instead of removing her hand she reached her fingers around until she was clasping my hand. She squeezed my hand for a moment and then let herself fall down to lie flat out on the grass. Her hand pulled at mine until I too collapsed beside her.

"This is lovely!" she breathed, "so peaceful....."

I 'mmmmmed' a non-verbal reply as I lay there, only to be disturbed again by Mum.

"Darling," she said, "You know how you kissed me; well, could you do it again please?"

Taken in by the moment I rolled onto my front; my action bringing me closer to Mum. I looked down at her pretty face and I had to admit that when Mum was happy and relaxed, there was no way that she looked her age. Oh yes, there were wrinkles, but sod me, I'd got wrinkles too! But there weren't many age-lines; no hanging flesh or even bags under her eyes really. Just a good looking woman lying there looking up at me. Certainly no teenager or youngster.....but now I realised what it was that I saw in my more recent girlfriends and why I enjoyed them so much. They weren't girls -- they were mature women -- just like my Mum.

"You want another kiss?" I asked, rhetorically, "You're getting greedy!"

"Oh -- do you ration your kisses then?" asked Mum by return, "Come on -- one more won't hurt you!"

I lowered my face to hers and our eyes were smiling as we met. Our lips touched gently and I allowed my tongue to slide over her lips to moisten them. I felt her tongue reach out and meet mine and our tongues duelled for a short while before our mouths came together more firmly.

I felt Mum's arms come up around my neck and pull me to her as we kissed and kissed and shared our love.

My hand and arm was over her body, partially supporting me as I leaned over her and suddenly one of her hands came and grasped mine. Pliantly I allowed her to guide my hand and to my surprise she moved it to rest right over her breast!

Automatically my fingers gently gripped her breast, feeling the stiff protuberance of her nipple under my palm. Gently I moved my hand around, grasping, caressing and feeling the wondrous tissue beneath my hand.

"Oh darling, darling!" Mum moaned, briefly breaking off our kiss, "Oh sweetheart, that feels so good!"

Her shoulders were writhing as I held her breast, making both her body and her breasts move and slide around. Every so often she'd thrust her breast up at my hand and from time to time she'd let out a sigh of great pleasure.

"Oh that's so nice," she said, her voice quivering, "wait a moment."

As she spoke her hand reached to her blouse and a moment later it was undone and her bra-clad breast was there before me.

"Touch me, touch me properly," she said, writhing once more as I let my hand explore her breast in more detail.

"Oooooh yessss! Ooooh goodness me, that feels so good!" she groaned, still actively squirming around and kind of shrugging her shoulders, "Feel inside, put your hand inside please!"

Doing as I was told, I slipped my hand over the lacy material of her bra and slid my hand down inside, to cup, for the first time ever, one of my mother's breasts. It was warm and alive and pliant -- and it was firm and full and gorgeous! Any scruples I had about incest or otherwise doing something wrong flew away with the breeze as I enjoyed the handful of erotic flesh.

"Oh Peter darling, you're bringing back so many memories," said Mum, "You're so much like your father -- he used to like to play with my breasts too!"

While we were making out together I kept raising my head to see if anyone was around, but it remained peaceful and quiet with only the bird's calls and the occasional splash of a fish in the lake to disturb us.

I ignored my concerns and my inner self and concentrated on pleasing my mother and my ministrations were obviously appreciated. Mum's whole body was now writhing; her hips were thrusting upwards and her back was arching as I manipulated her breast and her stiffened nipple.

"Let me get this off," said Mum, wriggling around and soon she'd undone and slipped her bra off -- to my considerable surprise.

"Oh sweetheart," she moaned, as she cast her bra aside, "I'm so enjoying this. It's so many years since we used to do this -- I've always loved outdoor frolics! Don't stop, please."

'I bet my dad loved a bit of outdoor fun too! I bet he responded the same way.' I thought as I realised that my cock was as hard as iron. Fortunately for me however, lying on the grass on my tummy, nothing showed or mattered.....but then things changed.

"Peter, love," said Mum, still rolling her breast against my hand, "Come over here more -- lean over me -- lie on top of me if you can."

I wriggled my body upwards until I was about halfway over Mum, my weight being held by my hand which I'd now had to take from her breast. I felt Mum's lower half moving now, she was gently trying to slide her body underneath mine and I realised that she was pushing against my erection as she did so! But she seemed more concerned about the other end of my body.....

"Let yourself down, darling," said Mum, "I can take the weight, I think."

I slowly lowered my chest down until I was resting on Mum's breasts -- I could feel her two organ stop nipples drilling into me.

"Oh, that's nice -- I love to feel a man on top of me," said Mum softly, "Now kiss me again, lover."

Giving in to the occasion, because I had to admit that I was enjoying myself too, I locked lips with Mum and we kissed deeply and lovingly. It seemed like ages before we came up for breath.....

"Phew," said Mum, "Haven't been kissed like that in years."

I smiled at her; if Mum was happy then I was too.

"Actually," said Mum after a while, "You are a bit heavy -- could we swap places, do you think?"

"Of course Mum," I said without further thought as I levered myself up and rolled over and onto my back.

In moments Mum was on top of me, kissing me again with happy abandon and as we kissed she threw her leg over the top of mine -- I could feel the heat of her groin on my hip and I began to wonder where this was leading. It was then that I also realised that she must surely now be able to feel my erection from where she was -- but any worries down there were overruled as I realised that Mum's breasts were now hanging right before my face!

Smoothly I reached up on either side and grasped a breast in each hand. Mum let out a long low growl of approval as I palpated the flesh and tweaked her nipples.

"Oh darling, yes, yes, that's lovely," she moaned.

Her breasts may well have been over sixty years old but they seemed incredibly unworn -- inevitably they sagged but their texture was firm, her skin was unblemished and, in a moment of lucid but unwarranted thought, I felt really proud that they belonged to my own mother!

And then my attention to her breasts was disrupted as Mum wriggled her body until she lay right on top of me! My erection, which was caught in a more or less upright position, fitted right up her crevice as she squirmed around.

"Oooh darling, this is wonderful," she cried as she worked herself off against my body, "hold me please, kiss me, love me!"

I had no problem with holding her and kissing her but loving her.....what on earth did she want me to do?

I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply and passionately, allowing our lips and tongues to slither and slide together and all the while Mum was getting more and more worked up.

"Oh lover, oh lover, you're making me....oh, no, no," she cried, "Ohhhhhhhhh God, I shouldn't be doing this!"

But she was 'doing this' -- she was squirming hard, rubbing her crotch against my erection like anything. I felt her hand go down and moments later it too was rubbing up and down my trapped penis as she continued to writhe against me.

Oh baby, oh darling, that feels so good!" she sighed, her breaths shallow and quick as she rubbed against me, "Oh, oh -- it's just like I remember! This is just what your dad and I used to do!"

"Mmmmm Mmmmm" I agreed, being unable to say more with Mum's lips clamped onto mine.

I felt her move things around down below, followed by a sigh.

"Oh that's so much better," she sighed and I realised that her belt wasn't now digging into me. I looked down and there it was lying on the grass along with her bra.....

Mum's hand returned to continue it's exploration of my penis -- she ran her hand up and down my length as best she could between our bodies.

"Peter -- I hope you don't mind me saying this, but your thingy feels huge," she said, her face averted, "Would you mind if I held it?"

"We're not supposed to be doing this," I said, although despite my words, my body was all for it!

"Oh Peter, I thought you were taking me back -- helping me remember the good old days," said Mum, still rubbing me, "Let me please, it's the kind of thing I used to do with your dad."

"Yeah but Mum, I'm not dad," I said, but my body was still responding enthusiastically.

"No, he obviously can't be here," said Mum, "So you'll have to take his place."

So saying, her hand moved to my zip and a moment later her same hand was burrowing inside my jeans until it found my penis.

"Oooooh darling -- you're so hot!" said Mum, looking right into my eyes, her own eyes now sparkling with excitement, "So hot and so hard!"

I found myself holding my breath as her hand moved over my cock, gradually extracting him from his confines. I felt cool air blowing over his head -- then I felt Mum's hand leave me briefly, to unbuckle my jeans and to open her access wider.

Moments later Mum's hand was back, now sliding up and down my length, sending quivers of exotic excitement through my body.

"Oooooh Mum," I started....

"Hush!" said Mum, "Let me enjoy myself! But help me -- push your jeans down, darling."

Now I knew that we were out in the open and I knew that we weren't all that far from a path so initially I felt a bit apprehensive about disrobing out here. But then I also realised that we were hidden from view and so I complied, lifting my hips to slide my jeans and underpants down to my knees.

I lowered my bum onto the slightly prickly grass while above me Mum drew in a big breath.

"Gosh -- he's big!" she said, her hand now wrapped around my shaft, "Bigger than your dad's was, that's for sure."

Caught up in the erotic atmosphere I could only make a feeble response.

"How many other cocks have you seen then, Mum?" I asked.

"Enough," she said, "Enough to know that yours is as big as any of them. It's a lovely penis, isn't it? Do you mind me playing with it?"

"No -- carry on," I replied because after all, it was a bit late to stop now and truthfully my cock really needed some release. Whether Mum would provide it was another matter......

"Oh, it feels lovely darling," said Mum as she lowered her body onto mine once more -- but this time I felt flesh to naked flesh as our thighs met. My eyes flashed open with surprise as our bodies met.

"Ooooh, that's better," sighed Mum, squirming around energetically above me, "I've undone my skirt. Now I can feel you against me properly."

I found myself thrusting my hips up towards her, so taken was I by the heat of the moment and I suddenly realised that we were basically dry humping -- my penis was sliding up and down her slit over her knickers and the heat was incredible!

"Ooh sweetheart, oh darling," she suddenly cried, her body jerking violently all over and her pussy pushing hard against me, "Oh no, I mustn't -- oh I mustn't."

"Mustn't what?" I asked, my hips trying to jerk in time to my mother's undulations.

"Mustn't do that!" she cried, "No don't, don't -- oh, you have, you have.....you've made me cum! Oh god, nooooooo!"

Mum's lovely body just fluttered above me; everything had turned to jelly; she was shaking and quivering and thrusting hard -- and cummming!

Slowly she became limp in my arms and collapsed down on top of me. I held her firmly as she recovered.

"Did you need that?" I asked, because I was aware that Mum had been reliving her romancing with dad.

"Oh darling, you don't know how much!" she said eventually, "I just came and came and I couldn't stop."

She put her hand down between our bodies and onto my cock again.

"Oh you're still so hard darling," she said, "and you've made me so wet too."

"I didn't make you wet, Mum," I replied, somewhat surprised at how far Mum was allowing the conversation to go, "You did that yourself."

Mum moaned again as her hand held my erection.

"Oh love," she almost cried, "Oh this feels so good -- it's so hard; so big!"

She moved her hand away.

"Kiss me, kiss me hard," she said and I willingly applied myself to that pleasurable task, soon realising that down below, Mum was moving around somewhat.

"Do you love me?" she asked, breaking our kiss and I nodded quickly.

"Course I do, Mum," I replied, "Always have -- always will."

"No -- LOVE me, like loving properly," she said and my eyes once again opened wide.

"If you weren't my Mum I'd love to love you properly," I said, feeling Mum's hand once again rubbing my penis, "You're adorable, Mum."

"Just pretend I'm not your Mum then -- just for now," she said, "Call me Pam for now. Pretend I'm someone you've taken out."

"Ok Pam," I said, "And then.....?"

"And then you can really love me," she said.

And at that moment I felt her lift her hips, move my penis with her hand and suddenly he was engulfed into her hot, tight, slippery and very welcoming pussy!

He slid right in to the hilt in one go.

"Whoooaaaa!" I cried, but it was too late.

"Aaaaaaaaah!" groaned Mum, "Oh my God -- that's divine! Ohhhhh darling -- that's wonderful!"

She collapsed on top of me and we just lay there, my penis embedded deep inside her hole -- our union hidden from the world by Mum's skirt above us.....

Slowly we both began to move -- I felt Mum's vagina tighten around my cock as I started to move in and out of her. Soon our strokes became faster and more ragged; soon our breaths were quicker and smaller as we panted out our desire.

"Sweetheart, this makes it complete," said Mum, panting hard, "When your dad and I used to go out we'd always try to find somewhere just like this and we'd make love -- and so this is wonderful, it brings back so many happy memories."

"Hey Pam," I said, remembering to use Mum's name, "Don't forget this is me down here -- not my dad!"

"This is better," replied Mum, "This way I'm remembering what your dad used to do and now you're doing it to me too -- it's like making love to you both!"

Mum started to move more actively now, pushing her vagina at me, squeezing my cock hard, rubbing her clitoris against my pubis as she wound up the action.

"Make me cum again," she said, "Make me cum properly, with your cock!"

"Oh yes Pam, I'm going to, you'll cum alright!" I said as I upped the tempo as well.

Soon our thighs and bellies were slapping together as we both powered our orgasms home. We were both panting heavily and our kisses, which we tried to continue, were sloppy sexy things that sometimes we managed to hold together. Other times they were fleeting things as our bodies jerked and bounced around as we neared our united crescendo.

And finally the flood gates burst and Mum let out a long howl of erotic lust!

"I'm cummmmming! I'm cummmming! Oh God darling -- yes, yes, yes -- I'm cummming so hard!"

I rammed my hips up, driving my penis into Mum's gripping, convulsing cunt as I too reached my climax.

"Fuck! Fuck!" I cried, "Oh yeahhhhhh -- here it cums! Uuuuuugh! Oooooooh yeah, yeah!"

I'd pile-driven my penis as far as I could into my mother's vagina and there it was erupting, pouring masses of my molten hot spunk deep into her; jet after jet; spurt after spurt, until there was no more. And only then could I unlock my muscles and relax, collapsing back to the turf beneath my mother's well-fucked body.

Eventually Mum lifted her head from my chest and looked at me.

"We did it!" she said triumphantly, "We made love darling!"

"We certainly did," I said, yawning prodigiously from the effort of the past ten minutes, "That was a good one."

"You still worried about this Mum son thing?" she asked and I shook my head.

"Not worth worrying about now, is it," I replied, "It obviously doesn't worry you and as we're not after babies it's just loving because we love it, not for procreation."

"More's the pity," said Mum, "Wouldn't it be wonderful if we'd been able to go back in time and you could have made me pregnant. I'd have loved that!"

I looked at her a bit askew and with a silly grin on my face.

"That might have caused a bit of a conundrum," I said, laughing, "I don't want to think about that!"

"Oooh I do," said Mum, wriggling around on top of me, "Gosh -- just the thought of that lovely big cock of yours filling me full of babies makes me squirm all over!"

Her wriggling and our conversation, combined with the fact that I still had a nearly naked lady attached to me, was stimulating my cock and almost before I knew it, he started to get hard again, not that he'd really gone entirely flaccid.

Mum felt him moving and began bouncing her hips up and down, tossing me off with her vagina.