2 comments/ 67436 views/ 37 favorites No Particular Place to Go By: Chris7sw This is a love story -- not an out-and-out fuck-up! So please don't expect screwing from the start -- it doesn't happen until a lot later. 0-0-0-0-0-0-0 For years I'd cursed my dad for giving me the gene that made my hair turn silver so early! It was totally unfair that my temples were silver, well grey really, even as soon I turned the big 4.0. So many of my friends still had heads of black, brown or even red hair -- even my mother had a good head of auburn hair and here was me at 42 with large swathes of silver. Oh well, at least I wasn't going bald -- at least that didn't run in the family! And then, rather to my surprise, after a year or two of possessing silver locks, I noticed that I'd become a crumpet-magnet -- the girls were all flocking around me. Mind you, I guess that as a very successful sales executive with only an amicably divorced ex-wife with no children in tow, I was a fair catch -- had I chosen to be caught again. I was a little over 6 feet tall, I weighed a steady 168 pounds and I was about as fit as I'd ever been -- those days I could afford to work out regularly....and it paid off. I even showed off a good tan -- a real one gained from tropical sun as the result of prize holidays that I'd won. With the proverbial "Good Sense of Humour" and 8 inch penis I was a shoe-in for a personal ad! That's not to say that I hadn't had loads of girlfriends but they'd been just that -- friends to go out with and to fuck -- and then to get bored with. I'd had the one good relationship but once we'd married things went pear-shaped as our two careers separated and within eighteen months we'd just lost interest in each other, I think. But there was no way that I needed to advertise, now that I possessed my greying hair. My Mum summed it up one day. "You come over as a sugar daddy!" she said, somewhat to my amazement, as I didn't really think that she even knew the phrase, "You're good husband material." 'Oh no -- I'm not, am I?' I thought, 'Last thing I want to do is to get married again!' "You think so?" I asked, somewhat incredulously, "Is that what they think?" "Course it is," she said, "You're old enough; you're financially secure and you're ripe to settle down with. You're past the gadding-about phase.....I don't suppose you even go clubbing nowadays, do you?" "No way," I said, not entirely sure whether to be relieved or worried, "I prefer a peaceful meal and some nice surroundings for my evening out and I gave up coming in at four in the morning ages ago." "See," said Mum wisely, "Ideal husband. You'll make a good hubby for someone sometime." "Not if I can help it!" I said with a laugh, because although the idea of settling down again wasn't alien to me, I just wasn't ready -- or perhaps I just hadn't found the right girl. Whatever, I was seldom alone at night, except by choice. But now the girls were more like women; more mature and sensible -- and most of them actually had fantastic bodies too. There's a certain something about a lovely mature woman -- perhaps they become motherly to you; they appreciate the cuddles and hugs and caresses; they enjoy the words and the actions and the love-making. Because now, instead of just fucking them senseless, I found that I was making love to their bodies -- appreciating their curves, folds and creases in ways that I'd never considered before. And I was finding it harder to say 'goodbye' too. These women were as desirable to me as I was apparently desirable to them and it was always really hard to end a relationship. No, I didn't have that many relationships during that period but those I did have were far more rewarding than the friends-with-benefits I'd enjoyed before. There was one particular female who nearly won me over! Sheila was someone I'd met and exchanged phone numbers with and one day she rang me, so I took her out. I'm no good at describing people so all I can say is that she had gorgeous honey-blond sweeping locks of hair; a sweet heart-shaped face with such kissable lips; breasts to die for; an hour-glass waist and nicely broad hips which encompassed one of the hottest pussies I'd ever come across! Sheila was hot stuff -- how the fuck she hadn't been snared before I just didn't understand. There was just something about the way she so slinkily shed her clothes -- they just shimmied off her without effort! Her body was lithe and sensual; she could just lie on the bed and look utterly fuckable! And fuck her I did -- time after time! She was as good as made for my eight inch penis which sank to the hilt inside her within minutes of the first time we made it to the bed. Effortlessly we fucked for hours; both of us cumming time and again; drowning the bed, soaking our bodies and filling the air with sex. There was only one problem, if I could call it that. She was 30 while I was 42 -- well that wasn't a problem at all, but the real problem was that she was completely insatiable! Now normally I wouldn't have complained because the relationship would have just run it's course until we parted, but somehow this lady was just too good to let go! And to complicate matters, my time was about to be stretched about as far as it could, as I'll explain. My dear father chose this time to come down with cancer -- an incurable tumour which hadn't thrown up any symptoms until it was too late. Obviously it wasn't his fault, but I guess I felt it was because he was supposed to be there to be with Mum as a husband for life. They gave him just months -- only just long enough to set his affairs in order before his body betrayed his strength and he became an invalid just waiting to die. Naturally I spent as much time as I could with my parents although to be honest, there wasn't much I could do. Care nurses called on him on and off all day and I'd find myself being in the way rather than being of help, so I tended to try to look after my Mum most of all. And in that I was helped in that I'd never got on with my dad really -- I was too flighty and happy-go-lucky for him and I had no love for his bookwork, figures and other such dull and boring subjects. And therefore, over the years I'd gravitated towards my Mum and when I'd visited them, it had been to give a perfunctory 'hello' to dad and then to spend the rest of my visit with my mother. My mother, Pamela, was a good strong woman but under the circumstances even she was going to need some help, so I 'cleared the decks' of my girlfriends, including the lovely Sheila, so that I'd be ready and able to provide assistance at a moment's notice. I can't admit that the parting went down too well but so far as I was concerned, family came first and foremost. I'm pleased to say that my bosses understood (better than Sheila did actually) and were most helpful, allowing me as much time off as I needed.....just so long as my key accounts weren't neglected, of course. To cut out the gory bits, my father died pretty well when they said he would and he was buried without great ceremony, as he'd wished. And Mum was left all alone, to rattle around in their four-bedroom detached house. The poor woman really was on her own -- their house was in a private lane and their nearest neighbours were several hundred yards away....and then they only used their house in the summer. So she needed pretty well as much help as I could offer for a while, although she had a variety of bereavement 'counsellors' and other after-care helpers....but they weren't the same as a partner or husband. But at least I could deal with the rather excessive paperwork that my dad had left behind; I was able to sort out his finances, (which fortunately turned out to be in good shape) and I was able to spend a week of my holiday time painting the house -- I did my bit, in other words. In time, Mum settled down and before I knew it her social life was up and running -- and now she was actually being more active than she'd been before dad died. I was well pleased......Mum was now a pleasure to go and visit, now she'd come out of her shell. So one weekend, I opted to spend it with Mum for a change -- partially to see how she was getting on, partially because I quite enjoyed being with her and partially down to a sense of familial duty and on Friday evening, together we settled down to dinner and a nice bottle of wine. I can't remember what we ate -- something Mum cooked, but it was almost certainly enjoyable! Afterwards we meandered through to the lounge and draped ourselves over the chairs with the remains of the wine to finish. Mum, as usual, got the conversation rolling. "Do you know darling," she said to me, smiling, "I just don't know where I'd have been without you; you've been an absolute rock." "Only doing what I should do," I said, "You needed me, so I was here." "Well, you've been a godsend," she said, "But I was wondering if there was something else you could do for me?" "Yeah -- sure," I said, "What's that?" "Weeeeell," started Mum, a bit hesitantly, "When your dad was alive, when we had a bit of spare time, we'd go off for a drive -- we'd pack a few things and just head off. Sometimes the mood never got hold of us and we'd be back within hours but other times we'd just drive and drive, with no particular place to go. And when we stopped, we'd enjoy the moment; enjoy the place we were at....and then, the next day, we'd drive on again." "Sounds like a nice way to spend a few days," I suggested, "Just so long as you could suggest some out-of-the-way places to visit." "Oh, there are always those kind of places in Britain and often not that far away.....so I was wondering if I could ask you a favour and perhaps take me for a drive like that, some weekend," she said. "Go this weekend if you like," I said blasély, "I brought an overnight bag and the weather isn't bad, so why not!" "Oh Peter, that would be lovely!" said Mum, her eyes bright and shining with suppressed tears, "I've got over your dad's death but I'll never forget those outings -- it would bring back so many happy memories." And so, for the next couple of hours, we set up a kind of itinerary -- not so much a route as an idea about which way we'd head off and we agreed that we'd leave in the morning after breakfast. "Let' try for a two day outing," said Mum and I agreed in principle. "Where will we stay?" I asked, "We'll need two rooms and there aren't that many hotels off the beaten track, are there?" "We won't need a big place and we don't need two rooms -- you and I can share a double," she said, "So long as I can put up with your snoring!" "Do not!" I retorted. "Yes you do -- but so did your dad and I soon got used to him," she said cheerfully. "Huh!" I said, "And this room....what am I then, your toy-boy?" "That's the great thing about your hair," said Mum cheerfully and with a wink, "It makes you look that bit older -- you could even pass as my husband!" Perhaps with the knowledge that Mum was happy, I slept well and was wide awake and raring to go almost at the crack of dawn! And since I was up early, I busied myself by getting our breakfast things all set -- then I quietly sat down with a glass of orange juice, to await Mum's rising. I'm not sure if it was a good idea or not -- but once breakfast was set up, I'd retired into a deep comfy chair which was in an alcove between the breakfast room and the lounge -- and there I stayed, quietly awaiting Mum's arrival. Which is why I'm not sure if I did the right thing......because eventually, well, about half an hour later, Mum came down and somewhat shocked me. Obviously she was still clearing the overnight fuzz from her brain and equally obviously she didn't spot me because she was wearing a remarkably see-through nightie over a pair of diaphanous pink panties with just a shortie bed jacket over the top. I'm sure she would have covered up a lot more had she thought that I'd be 'waiting' for her. Now at 63, you'd have expected there not to be a whole lot to look at, but I was staggered! There, not fifteen feet from me, half turned towards me, was an incredibly hot woman's body! Mum's uncovered legs were so smooth and shapely and when she turned away, her arse hung nicely but without cellulite or droopiness. I couldn't really see from where I was if she had much of a waist -- well, I know she did -- but more importantly to me, she wasn't wearing a bra and her tits were amazing! Mum had always been big-breasted and now I could see that it wasn't flabby fatness -- it was sheer top-quality breast tissue -- sheer volumes of big beautiful, bounteous breast, each topped by a meal on its own! Her nipples stood proudly atop her mounds, each one as big as the tip of my finger; each one fit to be chewed and sucked for ages. It was all I could do to pull my eyes away -- and when I did so they only fell down to the cleft between her legs where once again I became captivated. Her knickers were so sheer that they hid nothing -- and I mean nothing. Every one of her little golden hairs, that appeared to be manicured, could be seen through the gauzy material. The slightly split-apart lips of her pussy were there for my delectation and even her clitoris was peeking out as if looking for some attention! I drew in a huge breath but otherwise kept still and silent. Wow! I shook my head just as I saw Mum swivel and head back upstairs. "Peter!" I heard her call out, "Where are you? Are you in your room?" Quickly I got up and moved down into the lounge where I went and stood by the patio doors. I silently opened them a little, realising as I did so that my penis had filled out considerably from the spectacle that I'd just enjoyed. "Down here," I called out, "In the sittingroom." Soon the patter of feet heralded her return, this time wearing a much more encompassing dressing gown. "Hello darling," she said, coming over to me and giving me a squeeze and a peck on the cheek, "Didn't see you there." "Just been outside," I lied, pulling the doors closed, "Nice morning." "Aren't you a sweetheart, putting out the breakfast things," Mum said, "I miss having a man around to do that!" I looked at her out of the corner of my eye but said nothing...... "Let's make the most of the nice weather then," said Mum, "I've packed a bag so as soon as I've had my bowl of cereal I'll be ready to go. You ready too?" "Yep -- packed and ready!" I said, "I'm all yours." It didn't take us long before we'd eaten, cleared up and had loaded ourselves into the car. And Mum had been economical with the truth when it came to "a bag" -- she'd packed a small suitcase! "I always like to go prepared," she said, "Just in case." Whatever that meant..... As it was still 'term-time' the roads weren't packed as they would be once the holidays arrived and so we made good time in getting away from the town and cities and into the countryside and once we could get off the main roads we headed for the by-ways -- the back roads that only the locals used, we hoped. Needless to say, my car was a bit flash -- as suited a top sales executive! A BMW 4 series convertible was mine, courtesy of the company and I loved it. And Mum obviously loved it too, especially with the top down! She sat there beside me and I had a feeling that she'd have loved to have been able to slide closer to me, but our bucket seats and belts held us firmly in place. Nevertheless, she seemed happy and content and was soon humming and singing along to a CD of 60s songs that I'd got. Mum was wearing a pretty floral wrap-over skirt, with a wide belt and a loose-fitting blouse with buttons down the front and with her hair blowing around she looked so young and free. And every time I glanced at her she smiled back at me.....but I also noticed something else. The wind was catching in her blouse and billowing it about and as it did so large portions of her breasts were being displayed. I'm sure it was unintentional but it was doing nothing for my composure -- I've always been a breast man and her display was affecting parts of me normally reserved for my female conquests. I tried to concentrate but my eyes kept being dragged back to her breasts and it was only a near accident at a sharp bend that made me keep my eyes on the road. "Whoa!" said Mum as we squeezed past the tractor, "Careful!" "Could do with a break perhaps," I suggested, "My eyes are a bit tired." "Good idea," she said, consulting the map, "Let's see....if we keep heading down here and then take the next right, there's a lake down there about a mile or so -- there's bound to be a stopping spot." And there was too; a nice little pull-in, complete with a little country cottage-style tea-room. Mum clapped her hands with delight. "How wonderful!" she said, "So sweet -- see, this is the kind of place your dad and I would find!" We parked, got out and stretched our legs and having ascertained that the café was open, we wandered into the chintzy interior. We were down in the West Country of England, not far from anywhere, but far enough off the beaten track for the place to be completely rural.....and it was lovely; so relaxing. We downed a leisurely toasted tea-cake along with a cup of tea each and eventually decided that we'd take a walk around the lake. There was a nice wide lightly grassed path for much of the way and we walked side-by-side, almost silently with just the occasional comment about something we'd seen. Then, some few minutes later, once we were out of sight of the cottage, Mum suddenly linked her arm in mine. Her hand held my arm and she pulled me towards her. "This is lovely dear," she said, dreamily, "It's so romantic." I looked at her abruptly. "I mean, this is such a romantic little place," she spluttered, "I mean it's so lovely to be here with my man!" I stopped walking and partially turned towards her..... "Oh -- darling! You know what I mean," she said, still holding onto me, "This is the kind of place that your dad and I used to try to find and just being here with you makes me feel all romantic again." "Ah -- so long as that's all!" I chided, "You're not a teenager now!" "Hah -- just because we weren't youngsters for ever didn't mean we didn't enjoy ourselves sometimes!" said Mum, winking prodigiously at me, "I'd better not tell you what we got up to sometimes!" "Might be interesting!" I said with a laugh, hardly expecting her to tell me, "Good for you thought!" "Oh, those were the days," she said wistfully, "But that was exactly why we came out on these little outings -- to feel free and to rediscover some of our youth. And it worked -- that's how we kept in love all those years." I put my arm round her waist and squeezed her to show my understanding. "And then he got taken away from me", she concluded sadly. "Oh Mum, look at the years you had together -- don't think of the ones you missed," I said, still holding her but now with both arms round her. "I know," she said with a few tears in her eyes, "We were so good together." She looked up at me as I held her and her arms came up and around my back. "I know you're not your dad, but give me a kiss, darling," she said, holding her puckered lips up to me. Kissing Mum was never a hardship -- we'd always been close that way -- none of those air- or cheek-kisses for us, so I leaned down and brought my lips to hers. A quick smack together and away -- but Mum had other ideas. "No my darling boy, not like that, kiss me properly," she said, one hand now at the back of my neck. I leaned down again and our lips met once more but this time her lips were wet and she pulled us tightly together. Before I knew it her tongue was exploring between my lips and probing inside my mouth and soon our mouths began working together; our tongues playing erotically with each other. For long moments we kissed before I realised that not only were our mouths firmly connected but our bodies were tightly pressed together as well! 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. 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."