No Particular Place to Go

"Oh sweetheart, oh yes, let's do it again!" she moaned, her cunt now squeezing my cock as she slid herself up and down my shaft.

With her pussy filled to the brim with my penis and with my sperm, our second lovemaking was noisy; our bodies were slapping wetly together; I could feel my thighs and groin becoming soaked as our fluids leaked out as we fucked.

And fuck we did -- harder and harder; this was still plain and simple lust -- me enjoying fucking a good woman and Mum, or Pam, obviously enjoying catching up on her past. She was 21 again as she bounced up and down on my pole, moaning and groaning with the excitement of a new lover.

Neither of us held back; we didn't want to -- that wasn't what we wanted. We both just wanted to extract the full pleasure of a good energetic fuck and a good powerful orgasm. Together we thrust and pumped; groaned and moaned; clutched and clawed and then together, we came!

"Fuck it -- I'm cumming!" I cried, feeling the unstoppable spasms that precede an eruption, "Gonna fill you again, Mum -- I mean Pam,"

"Oh yes please -- do it -- fill me -- love me!" cried Mum, "I'm with you now -- come on, quick, quick!"

"Oooooooh yeahhhhh!" I cried as my first blast of hot cum slammed into Mum's vaginal cavity; rapidly followed by another and another and another.

"Oh Christ -- oooooh!" I groaned as another spasm coursed through my body -- while above me Mum was now all but unseating herself, such were her energetic bodily actions.

I don't think I'd ever come across such a powerfully grasping vagina before -- Mum was seemingly doing her best to pull my cock out by its roots, such was the squeeze she was putting on me as she orgasmed. But at the same time, her body was jerking violently up and down as the uncontrollable thrills of a massive climax shook her to the core.

"Oh God! Oh God!" was all she could say......

Finally she levered her body up off mine and slowly collapsed onto the turf beside me, her wrap-around skirt now hiding her soaked, flushed, well-used pussy from view. And quickly she pulled her blouse back over her breasts and did up a few buttons and I took my cue from her and put my worn-out cock back in his hiding place.

"Don't really want anyone seeing all that!" she said, seemingly completely forgetting that we'd been fucking hard without a care in the world, not that far from the public eye.

We both lay there panting slowly and generally getting our strength back in the afternoon sun before Mum looked at her watch.

"Do you know what Peter, we've been here over two hours; we'd better be making tracks," she said, "Anyway, I need something to clean up with."

So we cautiously rose up on our slightly aching limbs and looked around. There was not a soul in sight -- peace reigned supreme.

"Pity we've got to go," I said, "Nice here -- must come here again."

"Absolutely!" said Mum, "As often as possible!"

We didn't continue with our walk around the lake -- instead we returned along the path we'd used and back to the car. There Mum undid her case and pulled out a small towel which she used to wipe herself with before folding it to sit on.

"Don't want to muck up your nice leather seat," she said.

We got back in the car and belted ourselves in.

"Where to now," I asked, "What shall we do -- just drive on for a while to see where we get to?"

Mum picked up the map and pored over it for a little while.

"No Peter," she said, "If we turn left and head down there, we'll cross the main road and then just over the other side there's a nice little village. Let's try that."

"Ok," I said as I drove out of the car park and down the road, "What are your plans for dinner tonight and somewhere to stay?"

"Haven't thought about that yet -- wait until we get to the village before we make plans," she said.

Soon we were there and a cute little place it was too. A small village green, complete with duck pond was at the centre with a timbered pub, a shop and a garage all in a row, with a scattering of thatched houses down several broad lanes leading from the green. It was utterly charming.

Mum was smiling broadly as she looked around.

"Isn't it a picture?" she said, clasping my arm, "So romantic!"

"Well yes, I suppose so," I said, "The pub looks nice and I won't say no to a pint but then we'd better be getting on."

Although the place looked cute, I couldn't see anywhere suitable to eat or stay, apart from the pub, but Mum seemed to know differently.

"I thought I saw a sign over there," she said, "drive down that lane, will you....."

I glanced at her out of the side of my eyes but I couldn't see if she was taking the piss or what, so I complied. We drove on perhaps a quarter of a mile and there beside the road was a gorgeous thatched farmhouse, all complete with a sign offering accommodation and full a la carte menu, of all thing!

"How did you know?" I breathed, almost under my breath.

"Woman's intuition!" she said, "Let's go and have a look."

Anyway, to cut a long ramble short, the place was as good as it looked and we were soon booked in for dinner and with a double room (no question asked when we signed in as Mr and Mrs -- one of the 'benefits' of my greying locks).

And once we'd signed in and found our room, Mum asked me if I'd bring in her bag, so I went back to the car.

On the seat was the map, which I picked up to place on the back seat....and as I looked at it I noticed that a number of places had pencilled rings round them! I brought it in with me to our room and held it out to Mum, smiling sweetly at her.

"You've been here before, haven't you?" I said with a big grin on my face, "You knew exactly where we were going, didn't you, Mum?"

"Oh Peter -- that's not fair! You weren't supposed to know!" she said, collapsing onto the big soft double bed, "Yes, your dad and I used to come this way and we loved it and this trip is bringing back so many happy memories."

"So the free-range wandering isn't exactly that, is it?" I asked.

"Well, it used to be but your dad and I have been just about everywhere -- so now I want to take you back to my favourite places. I hope you don't mind," she said, languidly arranging herself on the bed.

"So what about this place?" I asked, "Is it special."

"Darling, this place is very special. This place is where you were conceived," she said, "And your dad and I came back here several times after that to try for another baby, without success."

"Wow! So now you want to try again, do you?" I said, sitting on the bed near her and looking quizzically at her.

"I doubt that a baby would be likely, but we can but try, can't we?" she said, stretching out her arms to me, "Would you like to pretend to make me pregnant?"

"Yeeeeesss! I'd love it to happen, Mum," I said, feeling my penis rising in my jeans, "Let's give it a go!"

"Yippee!" said Mum, gleefully casting off her years and bouncing to her feet, "Hang on!"

And in moments she was naked and sprawling herself out on the centre of the bed -- and not a minute later I too was undressed and was lying across her body.

"Where shall I start," I said.

"Anywhere you like," she said as she spread her arms and legs to welcome me, "No particular place."