Chapter 3

That night, Mother informed my father that she needed me to take her to church on Wednesday afternoons because she’d volunteered to help with some church service. That was news to me, she hadn’t mentioned anything, at least I didn’t think she had.

On Wednesday, after lunch, we pulled out of the yard. As soon as the house was behind us, Mom pulled her dress up. This had never happened before. We only touched on the way home, never on the way into town. Acting unsurprised, I simply moved my hand down between her legs. Within a mile, I was rubbing her leg in the same spot I’d done several days before. I rubbed in silence. Mom didn’t talk. Soon, I moved my hand to rub in the same spot on her other leg, though there was never any ‘spot’ there, and so no ‘reason’ to rub there.

As I rubbed her thigh with my finger and thumb, the edge of my hand was scraping against her panties. Mom’s breathing became quite ragged. I focused my attention on the action of my hand, pressing it more firmly against her panties.

“I don’t want to go to church,” Mom broke the silence, her voice broken and breathless. “Take the road up to the hill,” she instructed me, indicating a spot where we often went for a picnic in the trees overlooking our fields. As I turned off the side road toward the picnic spot, I turned my hand as well, facing my palm directly at her panties. Driving along, I gripped the mound underneath her panties, firmly squeezing it, and started to rub it up and down.

By the time we parked under the trees, I was rubbing her furiously and she was pressing herself against my hand, following it up and down. I turned toward her, pulling my hand away to replace it with my left hand, putting my damp right around her shoulder, up to her head, pulling it in to my chest.

“Mom,” I gasped, frigging her panties. “Touch me, touch me too,” I cried.

I felt her hand, her little hand, fumbling with my pants. My cock leapt against her touch. Then my pants were unbuttoned and her hand was fishing underneath, groping for my cock. She found it, her fingers curling around my shaft. “Oh, my, Mom,” I shouted as she started moving her hand up and down, jacking me off with her incredibly soft fingers, sliding them right up over the head, unlike my own action that always remained on the shaft. She pinched and twisted her fingers ever so gently, teasing my head, then down and up in full, long strokes. And then I was coming, spurting, gushing high into the air, into her lap, onto her chest and her dress, and on my shirt and pants. Her legs closed tightly around my hand, trapping it, her legs shivering as if very cold, violently cold, though I could feel they were steaming hot.

We lay there for several minutes before Mom said, “We’d better rinse these things off in the creek and dry them before going home. Come on,” she said, taking her dress off, “give me your clothes.”

Mom swished our clothes around in the creek and spread them out on the grass to dry in the hot afternoon sun. We lay about on the grass in our underwear, switching between the sun and the shade. Mom wasn’t wearing a bra, she just wore a kind of slip thing though it was made of cotton and not the silky material we have today. It was like she was wearing a very revealing dress. Designed for wear beneath a dress, it was much shorter. While Mom dozed on the grass, I spent my time surveying her body. I was quite taken by the lack of wrinkles that were evident on her face when she smiled or frowned. Her body looked much younger.

I became especially intrigued when I noticed something which had somehow escaped my notice; her panties were spread out in the sun next to her dress. I had watched as she laid out our clothes but my attention was on her legs, exposed in her short underdress much more than I’d ever seen. I simply didn’t look at the clothes on the ground.

Now, as she lay back with her arm covering her eyes from the sun, I fixed my gaze on her midsection, trying to see through the thin cotton material, to no avail. But, always creative, I pulled up a long strand of grass and, leaning on my elbow next to her, began tracing it up and down Mom’s thighs. Her only reaction was to smile. Trailing the ticklish grass stem along the seam made by her thighs where they pressed together, I eventually succeeded in parting her legs, lowering it to feather along the inside of her legs, moving her thighs even farther apart.

Tracing my homemade tickler around her kneecaps on one down stroke, I suddenly moved it quickly down behind her knee and was rewarded by a girlish giggle as she quickly jerked her legs up to avoid my ticklish intrusion. The hem of her underdress fell to the tops of her legs, staying there when she again lowered her legs, demurely closing them again. However, prim as this was, her legs were now exposed all the way to where her panties would have been. I could see the hair tufting out below the edge of the underdress.

I was so engrossed in this image, my hand had stopped moving. Catching myself, I began tracing my grass tickler along Mom’s thighs to open them as I’d done earlier. Success was achieved although it seemed frustratingly slower than before. Whether my imagination or not, I still don’t know to this day if Mom delayed opening her legs deliberately so as to tease me. But tease me she did. My cock had grown right through the opening in my boxers, my only attire. Eventually, her legs did part, and slowly, so slowly, I managed to tickle them apart sufficiently to expose her secret treasure. My first unhindered view of a bare pussy.

She sucked her breath in sharply when I first traced the stem of grass around the outside of her pussy lips and dragged it through her pubic hair, repeating this action over and over for several long minutes. The only reaction I observed was shorter, more rapid breathing and a sudden intake when I first trailed the grass along the crevice formed between her nether lips. Repeating this latter action caused her legs to lift up and down slightly with each stroke as she moved to keep pace as I took my turn to tease her.

Eventually, I stopped with the leafy head of the grass stem pressed into the middle of her now moist pussy. I pushed on the stem, attempting to shove it inside my new toy, but it only bent more the firmer the pressure I applied. Suddenly, it folded in half and my pinching thumb and finger collided with Mom’s bare, wet pussy. I froze. She gasped. I pushed, twisting and parting my digits to align them with her vertical slit, allowing easy entry. My knuckles disappeared, about an inch of my thumb and finger becoming enveloped within her slippery kiss.

Mom’s hands clutched the grass at her sides, her eyes squeezed shut. I hadn’t noticed when she’d pulled her arm away from her eyes and didn’t know if she’d been watching me. I was too fascinated with my engagement of her womanly charms. Her knees rose up several inches off the ground but I kept my hand firmly lodged in her quim, moving my fingers in a gently rotating motion which seemed to please her judging by her breathing and the soft moan escaping her lips. I sensed I was doing well.

I pulled my thumb out and allowed it to rest on the top of her slit while filling the vacated space with another finger. I pushed both fingers in as far as I could, twisting them inside with my thumb rocking along with them where it lay on her outside her pussy. This she seemed to really like. Keeping my fingers buried deep, I repeated this move for some time, slowing my twisting motion but gouging deeper into her. Her legs kept trying to rise higher the more I did this, so eventually I grasped her bare foot with my left hand and moved it around to my side, sliding in to place myself directly below her bottom.

Keeping my hold on her ankle, I followed it up in the air as she lifted her now freed legs. Seeing the added exposure this provided, I used my hold on her ankle to push her legs even further, going so far that I lifted her backside from the ground. This afforded tremendous access for my right hand so I inserted my two remaining fingers and began a slow in an out, twisting motion, abandoning my thumb work on her upper slit.

As I worked, her breathing continued getting harsher and harsher, her moaning louder. Enthralled, I shifted myself forward on my knees, pushing her ankle even farther ahead. She bent her knees as I shoved, bringing them to rest near her sides, lifting her pelvis and opening her legs in an almost obscene display of her wet, soaked pussy which was dripping fluid down into the crack of her upturned ass. My fingers were moving in and out of her faster now. Her breath was truly hoarse and rasping.