Chapter 4

I settled my knees against the bottom of her thighs, holding her in her lewd upturned position. My cock, sticking out through my boxers, pressed against her ass, its head poking between the hole she used for her dirty business, and the one now fully engaged by my frantically pistoning fingers. I began thrusting my cock along this line, hunching my hips forward and back in time with the to and fro of the thrusts of my fingers.

I pressed my knees even further ahead, lifting her back right off the ground and her ass high in the air. Her thighs fell back against her chest, her knees by her head, pressed tight by my forearms as I released her ankle and pulled my fingers from her pussy. I gently inserted the fingers of both hands between her pussy lips and pulled her cunt open, revealing the wet pink slit and a gaping hole widened by my thrusting fingers. Leaning down, I enveloped her wide open pussy in my mouth, pushing my tongue into that open orifice. I sucked and wiggled my tongue in that hole as I thrust and hunched my cock against the small of her back, its tip reaching to the start of the crease between her ass cheeks. I kept it up until my spunk splashed all over her back. Then I released her, her hips and legs falling to the ground on either side of my knees as I withdrew.

I knelt there watching her. Her forearm again covered her eyes. When her breath returned sufficiently to allow speech, she whispered hoarsely, “My god, Ronny, my god!”

Standing, I removed my boxer shorts. I stood there, naked, watching her. She smiled suddenly, “You’ve made such a mess on my back.” She twisted her body, writhing slowly against the grass to rub my mess off. When she arched her back, her breasts were thrust against the material of her underdress, bunched on her belly beneath her tits. My cock started to rise as I watched her sexy undulations. I knelt before her again. Leaning over her, I grasped her underdress and pushed it up and over her breasts, baring her tits to me for the first time in my life that I could remember. Shoving the material up to her neck, I brought my hands down to grasp a tit in each hand, squeezing and massaging them like small balloons filled with water.

I pressed my cock against her pussy, lining my shaft up with her slit, pushing it to split her lips so they partially encased my now hardened cock. I began sawing back and forth along her wet crevice. She gasped and moaned out loud, “Ohhhhhhh, that feels so good … Ohhhhhhh … Don’t let it go inside, Ronny,” she gasped, “Promise me or I’ll stop.” When I kept silently shoving my prick along her crack, she repeated, “I mean it, Ronny. Promise, or I’ll stop.”

“I … promise … Mom,” I gasped, barely able to speak. I pressed harder, shoving my cock along her faster and faster. “I promise, Mom, … I promise,” I repeated, shoving, shoving, shoving, squeezing her tits. It wasn’t long before I released another load of spunk, this time on her belly and spraying her tits. I collapsed on her, pressing my softening cock hard against her belly. I didn’t move for a long time. She traced her fingers across my shoulder, down my back and along my sides. At some point, she began to sing a lullaby as she softly stroked me.

When I finally stood up, our clothes were dry. As we dressed, I noticed our tractor working one of our fields far in the distance. Following my gaze, shading her eyes with her hand, Mom softly said, “There he is in his world, and here we are in ours.”

As we approached the road from the grassy trail to the picnic spot, Mom quietly announced, “This can be our church on Wednesdays, Ronny, if you like.”

“I like, Mom,” I replied.

Four long days to Sunday. I suggested a shopping trip to town on Saturday but Dad said no. On Sunday, I started feeling Mom’s pussy when were barely out of the yard. My hand quickly slipped up to her belly and down into her panties so I could massage her bare pussy. Not much longer and I had three fingers buried in her cunt. I tried to drive straight to the picnic spot but she wouldn’t let me.

“We can’t miss church on Sundays, Ronny. Picnics are for Wednesdays.”

I was so eager to head home after church that Mom became irritated with my impatience while she shopped for supplies. I wanted to head for the picnic spot as soon as possible. When we finally left town, I began groping her before we even crested the hill. Mom was not pleased. In fact, she became quite annoyed with me, pushed my hands away and moved to sit close to her own door. There was no picnic site that day.

I sulked the rest of that day and Monday but by Tuesday I had learned my lesson and was extra helpful to Mom. On Wednesday, we left for our extra ‘church’ visit. Mom sat by her door again. As we neared the turnoff to the picnic site, she was still there. Suitably admonished, and feeling I was still going to be punished, I slowed the car just a little, hopeful, but applied the gas again to go by the turnoff when she gave no indication that she wanted to stop. Disappointed and flustered, I drove past the turnoff.

Within a hundred yards, Mom spoke, “Let’s show our faces in town, stop into the church, have an ice cream and then come home. Alright, Ronny?”

“Yes, Mom,” I replied dully.

“And let’s pick up some cokes for our picnic. Would you like that?”

“I sure would, Mom,” I replied enthusiastically. “I sure would.”

“Good. Let’s hurry then, so we can have lots of time in the sun for our picnic.”

I pushed the gas pedal to the floor to move that old Ford along. This was no Bonnie & Clyde V8 model. Mom still sat on her side of the car, but that was OK. The future looked bright.

Mom didn’t dally in town, except when we had our ice creams. She made a brief visit to the church, making sure to say to several people on the way there and back to the general store. But she took her time sitting on the veranda of the store eating her ice cream, making an exaggerated display of licking her cone when she and I were alone. On the way home, she shifted positions to sit next to me, opened her legs and pulled her dress up, holding it in place with her hands on either side of her hips.

“I’m really in the mood for a picnic, Ronny,” she sighed, closing her eyes and laying her head on my shoulder.

I moved my hand down gently — I certainly didn’t want to incur another hiatus from picnics — and moved into place at the juncture of her thighs. SHOCK. Mom wasn’t wearing any panties, and she was already moist.

“Mmmmmmmm,” she purred as my fingers entered her slit and softly moved up and down. I continued my gentle ministrations of her lips, and sideways rubs with my thumb on her clit, until we turned off to the picnic site. Mom was moaning softly by that time, her eyes still closed. When I shut off the engine, she spoke, still not opening her eyes, “Go spread out the blanket and call me when you’re done.”

With lightning speed I spread the blanket and returned to escort Mom, offering my hand in the most gentlemanly manner I could muster. “Thank you, sir,” she acknowledged my effort as she took my hand. Before she sat on the blanket, she unbuttoned her dress, slowly, while I watched. She never took her eyes off me, a slight smile on her lips the whole time. Pushing the dress off her shoulders and over her hips, she sat down immediately. She was completely naked. She held her arms up to me, beckoning. I undressed in a flash and settled on top of her between her opened legs.

Pulling me to her, she whispered, “You can do anything you want but you can’t put your thing inside me. Understand?”

“Yes, Mom,” I eagerly agreed, “I understand.” I quickly began moving my rigid cock against her pussy mound, rutting between her wet, swollen lips.

“Wait,” Mom instructed. “First, I want to feel your mouth on me, like you did before.” Her hands had moved to my shoulders, pressing me down. As I succumbed to her will, she moved to grasp my head, steering my mouth until it was where she wanted it. “Yessss,” I heard her moan, “That’s it, do it, do it, ohhhhhhhh.”

I didn’t rush. I took my time. I realized this was special and would pay handsome rewards. I sucked and licked for a long time. I alternated between lapping her with my tongue and jabbing in her like a little cock. I even inserted my finger in her when I was licking up high on her slit, which she seemed to like the best. A long time later, Mom confided that I was the only one who had ever done that for her.