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 Title: Charity Begins at Home


Summary: Mother and son enter a charity run.


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot,sex





   You may have heard of me.  I achieved relative fame in the media and the
moniker, 'personal trainer to the stars' when I took on the plus sized
model Lauren Brooks and an up and coming Hollywood starlet as clients.  A
short lived relationship with a well known underwear model; an appearance
on Tmz and some paparazzi photos on a gossip website helped me to build my
brand; all to the point where I was turning away business for lack of time.
So when my father called and asked for help in the garden, my immediate
inclination was to offer to pay for a landscaper; but when he clarified the
work was for my mother's birthday I made a time to visit.

   "You see Kyle?" Dad gestured to the browning foliage of three shrubs
beneath my parent's bedroom window.  "I only planted them last summer and
they're already dying."

   "They're getting too much sun I guess."

   "Exactly, I told her that when we put them in," Dad agreed.  "Anyway, I
bought some rose bushes for your mother's birthday.  You know she loves
them."

   "So you want me to dig these ones out and plant the roses?" I asked. 
"Mum'll notice!  She'll see me working, won't be much of a surprise."

   "Oh she knows about it," Dad replied, placing his hands on his lower
back and stretching.  "I'd do it myself but my back, you know."

   I did know.  Thing about my father was, if there was a way to get out of
doing hard work, he'd take it.  Even if it meant foisting it off onto his
son.  His back pain always seemed worse when he had to exercise or manual
labour was involved.

   "Ah, here she is now," Dad continued.

   My mother rounded the corner of my childhood home holding a tray with
three glasses.  Fifty at the end of the month, her face retained a youthful
glow.  Her body however was showing the signs of my father's sedentary life
rubbing off.  A pear, she carried her weight on her hips with an equally
impressive bust to match.  I looked not out of any libidinous desire, more
from the perspective of my profession of course.

   "Hello men," Mom smiled as she approached.  "Thought you'd like some
refreshments." 

   The day had become hotter than expected and the drink was welcome.

   "It's not soda is it Mom?  You know they're full of sugar." I explained
as I leaned in to kiss her cheek, her hair wet beside her face, having just
come from the shower or possibly splashing water on herself to stay cool. 

   She rolled her eyes at me towards my father.  "Oh I wouldn't dream of
it. It's just flavoured mineral water." 

   I looked at her skeptically but took a glass despite my doubts.

   "So go on ask him," Dad directed toward my mother.

   "Alright Love, give me a moment," Mom glared back as I took a sip and
realized just what the liquid was flavoured with.  I'd need to run an extra
block that evening to work off the sugar I mentally made a note.  It was
then I noticed the brochure on the tray.

   "So I've entered this charity run," Mom began.  "Well, my girlfriend and
I entered; you need a partner you see.  But she's injured herself.  Fell in
the shower can you believe it?  Nearly broke both wrists so I hear.."

   "Cut to the chase Vanessa!" Dad interrupted.

   Mom scowled but went on.  "Well I was wondering if you might do it with
me Honey?  It's for charity.  Oh, I think I said that.  And I'm sure I'd
get lots of sponsors with your name beside me.  I can't really expect your
father to do it of course..."

   "Well my back you see.." Dad began and Mom and I smiled at each other.
She finally made note of the brochure on the tray and I took possession of
the pamphlet. 

   'The Mud Run.' Was the name of the event and I knew it well.  A fun run
of sorts, it was held out of the city on a rural property.  One mile of
obstacles, hundreds of competitors, a way of exercising whilst socialising,
fundraising and getting extremely dirty to boot.  I'd participated once a
year or so back and many of my clients I knew were competing this year as
well.  I was more than a little surprised at Mom's decision to enter and
put it down more to her friend than her.  Whatever, if it got her active, I
was in full support. 

   "It's this Sunday," Mom continued.  "I know it's short notice and I'll
understand if you can't do it.."

   "Of course I'll do it!" I interrupted her.  I had planned on leaving the
Sunday free for myself anyway so without the need to consult my calendar, I
knew I would be available.  "It'll be fun.  I'll put your sponsor link on
my social.  I'm sure that'll give you more donations.  I'm looking forward
to it!"

   And I was.  I always enjoyed those kind of events and seeing how happy
it had made my Mom, it was adding to my sense of fulfilment. 

   "So when can you do the garden?" Dad asked, reminding me of my initial
reason for being there.  Taking out my phone I checked my calendar, apart
from Sunday, my schedule booked out for days.  A two hour window the next
afternoon was probably the best time for me and promised I'd be around to
at least get started on the plants.  Mom and Dad were grateful for any time
I could spare and it made me think I had probably neglected them the last
couple of years.  I knew they understood, what with my heavy workload but
at least the next few days would begin to balance out some of that time
differential.

   * * * * *

   6am and my mid-morning appointment with the aforementioned Hollywood
starlet was cancelled by her personal assistant.  It opened up the day
perfectly.  I could head to my parent's early and spend most of the day
working in their garden.  Allowing myself the luxury of sleeping in, I
rolled over in bed and closed my eyes. 

   I didn't bother calling ahead to let them know I'd be early.  Knowing
Dad would be at work anyway and even if Mom wasn't home it didn't prevent
me accessing the back yard and the tool shed.  I arrived a little after 9am
and immediately set to work.  I found what I needed in Dad's shed and set
about pruning the longest of the branches of the shrubs to give me better
access.  The sun rising warmed my back and before I set about digging
around the roots I remembered my drink bottle in the car.  Upon retrieving
it and having a healthy draught, I placed it on the extended brick work
below my parent's bedroom window.  What I did then wasn't intentional.  I
noticed the drapes were yet to be drawn, however a small area between the
two was open.  Glancing, not even purposefully looking I saw into the room
and the flash of skin.

   I had no interest in peeping.  I want that to be clear.  The reason, and
the only reason I looked again was the position of the body I saw therein.
Knowing I would see their bed from the location I was standing, the
position of the bare feet that hung over the side were out of place. 
Sideways in fact, not the way someone would purposely lie on the bed. 
This, and the fact the person was face down and the legs were twitching
made me inclined to think they were seizing or having some kind of fit. 
Alright I admit I didn't know what the hell I was thinking to be honest and
the fact I moved quietly as I edged closer to the window suggests to me my
actions weren't completely noble.

   It was my parent's house.  There was no harm in me looking through a
window I reasoned as I peered inside, a clearer image of the goings on in
the bedroom presenting itself to me.  The legs were clearly my mother's,
and I was right that she lay horizontal on her bed.  Again the idea she was
having some kind of fit struck my mind as her feet straightened, her toes
pointing in my direction and her rear lifted up off the mattress only to
fall and repeat.  I raised my hand to knock on the glass before the
rational part of my brain stopped me.  She's not having a fit you idiot.  I
told myself. 

   It was then I realized what I was actually witness to.  The dark blue
nightshirt or oversized t-shirt she wore crept up onto her bare buttocks
even as I watched.  At that point surely I should've averted my eyes but I
looked on, mesmerised almost.  Seeing only the back of her head and 'it'
pointed in the other direction I was sure I wouldn't be observed as I
watched her.  Again her feet straightened, her toes curled.  My mother's
now completely uncovered ass; wide and pale, writhed up and down, back and
forth into the bed below her and as her legs parted slightly I saw the
fingers that pressed to her sex between. 

   I was watching my mother masturbate. 

   In that instant I didn't know how I felt.  Was I disturbed, possibly
grossed out?  I cannot tell you.  All I knew was like a car crash on the
freeway, I couldn't look away.  The room was too shadowy to allow me to see
everything between her legs, to make out her pussy as her fingers delved
but as if she'd heard my thought her other hand reached behind to spread
her buttock, allowing light to penetrate.  That I was looking upon her anus
even for an instant wasn't lost on me.  My mother's holiest of holes,
spread before me, only a pane of glass separating us.

   From pawing her buttock, her hand swept out reaching for a pillow at the
end of the bed.  For an instant I thought she'd finished and I prepared to
leap away from my position before she lifted her hips and placed the pillow
between her legs, sealing it beneath herself.  Her pussy now hidden from my
view it did little to lessen the beauty of the moment.  A half naked woman
pleasuring herself against a pillow.  Not any half naked woman; my
mother. 

   Her ass gyrating, her legs squeezing around the makeshift sex toy, it
wasn't long before her feet again straightened and her body shuddered
before lying still.  There was no doubt in my mind, my mom had just cum.

   My breath had been held for I didn't know how long and finally I
expelled it as I saw her begin to sit up.  Diving away from the window I
made for the spade and plunged it into the soil at the base of the first of
the shrubs.  From the corner of my eye I saw no movement at the window, nor
did the curtains open.  I was confident I hadn't been caught and as I began
to breathe normally again and the spade cut into the dirt a second time, I
realized I had an erection.

   The soil around the dying shrubs was healthy and easily dug.  Without
overly concentrating on my actions I'd exposed the root ball and began the
process of digging out the plant all the while my mind focused on what I'd
seen.  My reaction to it, even now my vivid recollection of her movements,
her skin, her ass.  That big, yes fat ass.  Spreading for me.  Her son.

   Minutes passed and still no sign of Mom.  I was sweating heavily and
threw down the spade to remove my t-shirt, lifting it above my head just as
the drapes in the window of my mother's bedroom flew open.  She stood there
completely naked, her arms Christ like as she held open the curtains.  The
look on her face told me she had no idea I was there, but it wasn't her
face where my eyes ventured.  The thatch of pubic hair at her groin caught
my attention, thick and dark, it was no wonder I hadn't been able to see
her pussy moments before.  I struggled to raise my eyes from her groin but
only made it as far as her unfettered boobs, so heavy, her pink nipples
proudly erect. 

   Even from outside, the window closed; I heard her swear.  The drapes
pulled shut instantly, her privacy restored I was in two minds as to what
to do.  Did I go inside, apologise for seeing her naked?  What for though?
She didn't know I'd been spying on her earlier, it was only an accident she
had opened the curtains like that.  Neither of us was to blame.  I threw my
t-shirt down on the grass and was all of a sudden aware of my own partial
nudity.  Nothing like my mother's of course.  Jesus.  I thought to myself,
I've seen her...everything!

   I only had to wait another minute for her to emerge from the house. 
With a light dressing gown on and her hair in a towel turban she approached
barefoot.  "My god Honey, I didn't know you were here!" She explained as
she neared.  "I'm so sorry."

   I leaned on the spade handle as I watched her, her face a fiery red. 
Mine possibly similar.  "Ha, don't worry about it Mom.  I didn't see
anything." I stated, obvious to both of us I was lying.

   "What are you doing here so early?  You said it would be in the
afternoon." She asked, now only a few feet from me, the smell of her soap
from the shower hitting my senses.  I took in her body, her nipples still
hard and poking through the thin material of her gown.  The gown itself
tied tight around her waist, hugging her hips and revealing to me she wore
no underwear.  She was still naked under there.  That hairy pussy only an
arms distance away.  Ridiculously I could feel myself hardening.  Could she
tell?  My jeans were tight.  Would she be looking?  I don't know what I was
thinking but I willed her eyes to lower.  To look down and see my hardening
cock and to know it was for her. 

   "Yeah, I guess I should've called.  My client cancelled her workout.  I
had the morning free so I thought I'd get started early.  Sorry.  I
probably should've warned you I was here."

   "No not at all," Mom declared.  "It's your house too.  You can come and
go whenever you choose."

   There was an awkward moment of silence between us as, gripping the
handle of the spade with both hands I lowered it across my torso, the
muscles in my chest striated, my arms flexing.  The action was deliberate
to highlight my body while not overtly posing.  Her eyes I noticed,
followed the trail of the handle to my abs and stopped.  Was she forcing
her eyes not to lower, I wondered? 

   "Um about what just happened..." She struggled to say, her eyes again
looking up to mine. 

   "Mom, seriously.  It's no big deal.  I've forgotten already!" Again I
lied, her hirsute snatch, her tits, her exposed asshole still front and
centre in my thoughts.

   "Just...maybe don't mention it to your father," she concluded.

   I hadn't thought of Dad.  There was no way I would have even dreamed of
talking to him about what had happened.  What made Mom think I would and
more to the point, in her mind, what would be so bad if I did?

   * * * * *

   By 2pm, I'd removed all three of the plants and felt twinges in muscles
I infrequently worked on.  Mom had laid low, venturing back out only once
(fully clothed mind you) to check if I needed a drink.  As I pulled my
t-shirt back on she appeared again, this time holding her phone. 

   "It worked Honey," she exclaimed smiling.  "I have ten new sponsors for
the mud run!  All links from your social media."

   I smiled broadly back at her.  "I told you it'd help." She kept her eyes
down on the phone and I wondered if she was still embarrassed about what
had happened?  Of course she was, I told myself.  I also wondered if the
only reason she came out when she did was that I'd put my shirt back on. 
Had she been watching me?  Get a grip Kyle.  I told myself.  The only one
thinking impure thoughts here was you.  She's your mother and she has no
interest in looking at your half naked body!  But what about my completely
naked body?  The devil on my shoulder quickly added.

   "So I can't plant the roses today Mom, I've got a three o'clock."

   "Oh that's fine," she offered.  "There's no hurry.  Just come by when
you have the time."

   I took the spade and shears back to the shed and Mom walked me out to my
car.

   "So I'll see you Sunday?" I stated.

   "Yep, thank you for doing this.  It means so much to me," Mom admitted
as she kissed me on the cheek.  Was her kiss closer to my lips than usual?
Did I usually feel her breast against me when we hugged?  "Oh and your
father said he'll drive us."

   "Oh great," I remarked as I entered the car.  "Remember to bring a
change of clothes.  These things get messy!"

   She laughed as she waved me away and as I drove back to my apartment I
repeated the words to myself.  "These thing get messy." Yeah, I thought. 
Fantasising about your mother could get messy.  For everyone involved.

   * * * * *

   Two nights later and I still had her image in my head whenever I closed
my eyes.  Saturday night, in an effort to rid myself of this new found
incestuous fascination, I crossed the line and accepted the advances of a
client.  It was a rule of mine not to mix business with pleasure and I
promised myself it would only be this one time.  Dixie Chester was a
wealthy middle aged socialite I'd just taken on.  Her ass was wide, her
breasts pendulous.  From behind, with her auburn colored hair she could
have been my mother.  Was it the reason I surrendered to her advances? 
When I had her lie on my bed face down and masturbate while I watched from
behind, I had no doubt.

   I should never have done it.  The dalliance didn't sate my desire, it
merely fed it.  Come Sunday morning I was more eager than ever to see my
mother, to spend time with her, to find out what she'd be wearing.  I
jacked off to relieve the tension and it was her standing naked in the
window I envisioned as I came.  I now had no doubt, I was obsessed.

   * * * * *

   "So, you ready for this?" I smiled down at her, her small hand still in
mine as it had been for the last fifteen minutes.  A sign of our affection
but also a means for us not to become separated in the throng of lycra clad
participants.  Not unexpectedly, I'd spent most of the time acknowledging
those I knew, many envious looks directed towards my mother before
introducing her as such.  Mom herself was dressed to my approval.  I'd
hoped she'd be in lycra, instead wearing white running shorts which hugged
her ass well and featured splits up the outer side of the leg.  A pink tank
top in support of her chosen charity completed her ensemble and I was
delighted to see her nipples standing to attention in the morning air. 
Overall nothing to disappoint.

   The gun sounded the beginning of the event and before she could answer
my question, the crowd around us were taking off.  We began at a more
leisurely jog as others activated their sports watches and raced towards
the first of the obstacles.  Knowing Mom would never keep up with my pace,
I matched her speed and soon the majority of the field were ahead of us. 
The first obstacle was a tire run and it was when the hysterics began. 
Countless times my mother misstepped, falling backwards, forwards all to
the accompaniment of fits of laughter.  Her joy was infectious and as I
held an arm around her waist to steady her progression I couldn't recall
ever having this much fun with her.

   We found ourselves amongst other couples in the race for the same
reasons.  Not to compete or set the fastest time but to enjoy ourselves;
spend time with our loved ones and raise money for charities in the
process. Another short running section and we hit a cargo net.  Horizontal;
we had to crawl across the top.  Harder than it looks and great for the
core, I was impressed as Mom made it most of the way without falling, only
losing her footing, her legs dropping down between the ropes just before
the end.  I jumped off and ducked beneath to boost her up from below,
grabbing her sneakers and lifting, I took a moment to admire the way the
rope pressed into her crotch, pushing her pussy mound outwards.  I thought
of the pillow between her legs and felt a stirring in my own loins. 

   Between bouts of laughter she made it off the cargo net and I made sure
she was fit to go on.  Both of us sweaty now the sun was higher in the sky,
I noticed a trickle run from her neck into her cleavage.  I felt the desire
to drop my face to her breast and lick it up, to kiss my way up to her
mouth and show her how I was feeling.  To declare my love.  Of course I
suppressed my impulse.  I was being an idiot.  I'd need several more
sessions with Dixie Chester to get this out of my system I determined.

   Staff were on hand to provide well needed encouragement and refreshment
and Mom passed me the water bottle she had just drunk from without a
thought.  In my delusional incestuous mind I wondered if it was a sign or
even a test.  Either way I was eager to drink from where her lips had
pressed and as I did so she pushed me back and ran on ahead giggling like a
schoolgirl.  I watched her ass sway as she ran then took off behind her,
catching her in no time and smacking her playfully on the buttock as I
overtook.  She squealed excitedly and tried to keep up and after a moment I
jogged backwards to allow it to happen.  That, and to stare at her bouncing
breasts as she closed the gap on the uneven terrain.

   We hit the first of the mud obstacles and it was another cargo net. 
This occasion the idea was to go under and there was no way not to get wet.
It was easiest enough at the beginning, crawling on all fours with the net
above us, but as we hit the middle the mud seemed to become deeper until
finally we had to lie on our backs and pull our bodies along to make
progress.  The mud was warm in the morning sun and wasn't unpleasant.  I
didn't have a problem with it but Mom lacked the strength in her arms to
effectively make it herself so being the gentleman I was, I was there to
help her out.  Our bodies by this stage were completely covered in mud and
Mom was using up more energy laughing than exercising. 

   It was then I was thankful she wasn't wearing lycra.  As I helped pull
her along, her shorts filled with mud and began to slide down over her
hips. This had her in hysterics and releasing her hold on the rope in an
attempt to pull them up had her falling backwards into the pool entirely.
Before her body went under I saw the top of her pubic hair and it took me
back to her image in the window.

   I reached for her immediately and with my help she rose up above the
surface spluttering and wiping the mud from her face before resuming her
laughter.  Pulling her and myself along we made it towards the edge of the
net with Mom turning at the last moment to climb along my body.  For a
moment I was unsure of her motives, so sexual was the action.  Her breasts
pressed to my thighs and slid across my groin up onto my stomach.  With her
hands on my chest her own crotch pushed against mine momentarily to follow
the course of her boobs and only then did I see her motive.  Once again she
gained her own minor victory by rising up and finishing the obstacle before
me.  Raising her arms in the air as I joined her from underneath the rope
cargo net.  "I win!" She joyously proclaimed and as I gazed upon her muddy
water logged clothing, the darkness of her pubic hair visible through her
shorts, her nipples hard behind the stained tank top, it was me who felt
the winner.

   Mom was wrong however, it wasn't the end of the obstacle.  The cruel
designer of the course had installed a ramp of which the base sat in the
mud at the end of the pit.  The rest of the competitors having long
departed, others far behind, we were left alone to conquer this new
challenge.  We stood together completely lathered in sludge as we regained
some energy.  After wiping mud from each other's face we tackled the ramp
together.  More like a slide, it would have been difficult but not
impossible to mount earlier before it was covered in mud.  Now it was an
exercise in futility.  We tried climbing together, getting half way before
sliding back down into the mud.  I went up alone and lay down gripping the
rim as Mom tried to use my legs to climb up.  Again her arms weren't strong
enough and we gave up this approach.

   Finally I suggested she climb first and I would push her up from below.
This worked fine with her body up above me until I lost my grip on her
sneakers and she began to slide slowly back down.  In an attempt to stop
her my hands slid up onto her calves, followed by the backs of her knees.
The mud coating her legs and my hands lubricated her descent and as my
fingers pressed the backs of her thighs she still slid towards me.  I
probably should have let her go then but I was looking up between her legs
and was again mesmerised by the sight.  As her ass descended my hands slid
up under her shorts legs and one hand cupped an ass cheek.  The other, my
right, was more fortunate.  With my hand flat against her leg my fingers
kneaded her buttock but my thumb slid between her cheeks.  Without
intention on my behalf my thumb eased inside what I immediately knew from
its position, was her asshole. 

   So easily it entered her body, the nail, the first knuckle.  I
instinctively of course tried to withdraw it but as her body weight
descended, it just went further in until my thumb was fully inserted to the
webbing up her ass.  It seemed to be in there forever, her sphincter
squeezing around me, so warm inside.  In reality only a second, and as we
fell back together it dislodged and Mom ended up on top of me back down in
the mud.  She looked over her shoulder at me for a moment before we both
broke out in convulsions.  What could have been an extremely uncomfortable
moment made wonderful.  I lay back laughing and enjoyed the feeling of
Mom's body between my legs, her back to my swelling cock.

   Still laughing she turned between my thighs, making no mention of the
fact her tits rested upon my semi erect penis.  With her hands placed on my
stomach she looked me in the eyes.  "I think that's something else we'd
better not tell your father!" She grinned and I acknowledged, we now had
two secrets. 

   "You can go around you know!" An attendant shouted at us from the edge
of the obstacle as other couples began to attempt the challenge.  If we
hadn't been interrupted would something have happened, I wondered?  Again I
wanted to slap my face.  She's your mother Kyle.  She doesn't want to fuck
you.  And a part of me conceded it.  She'd done nothing to encourage me. 
We were having fun together.  A mother and son.  Not a couple.  None of her
actions even hinted incest. 

   That is, until they did.

   We completed a few more dry obstacles before hitting a rope swing, again
across a mud pit.  Swinging across first I threw the rope back and Mom
attempted the crossing.  Her legs wrapped tight around the rope, she
released too early and went splashing into the mud.  I entered and pulled
her out, her shorts finally giving up and falling half way down her legs. I
couldn't help but stare at her damp pubic hair, her muddy, wet thighs
glistening in the sunlight.  She was slow to raise them and looked me in
the eye as she did so, I thought it seemed, almost enjoying my eyes on her
nudity. 

   Without another word about it we walked the rest of the course and
crossed the finish line hand in hand.  Outdoor showers had been set up and
fully clothed we joined others beneath the cool water.  As Mom rinsed the
mud from her hair and the color came back to her pink tank top she turned
to me beside her.  "Our first shower together!" She joked.  Her shorts were
transparent.  The dark of her pubic hair so clearly visible.  My lycra
compression tights did nothing to hide the outline of my penis.  The cold
water the only thing preventing me from obtaining a full erection.  I took
off my tank top and wrung it out beneath the flow of water and Mom watched
every movement.

   "I love your muscles Kyle," she confessed.  She'd never commented on my
body before.  Well maybe when I was a teenager and began working out.  Back
then it was primarily jokes about 'not taking steroids' and 'girls like
brains too.' She blushed noticeably as she raised a hand to my chest and
touched my pecs.  "My god you're like concrete!" She chuckled as her hand
slid down to my abs.  I clenched them as she ran her fingers across my
eight pack.  "Now I know why they call them washboard," she laughed but as
her eyes climbed back to mine I saw an intensity grow in her, in me.

   I was going to pull her to me.  Screw who was looking.  My clients,
paps. Fuck it, I wanted to kiss her and right then and there I had no doubt
she wanted it too.  Imperceptibly slowly her hand began to lower. 

   "Jesus look at you two!" Dad's voice broke into our moment together. 
Mom's hand immediately withdrew from my stomach and we turned as one. 
"Thank goodness you've got a change of clothes.  You wouldn't be getting
into my car like that I can tell you!"

   "Honey," Mom shrieked and quickly abandoned me in the showers, running
to my father.  "Oh we've had so much fun." I watched as she threw her arms
around him and kissed his mouth.  The public display of affection sickening
me and even taking my father by surprise.  For a moment I hated her but
then I hated myself for even thinking it.  What was she to do?  She'd just
been discovered in an almost compromising position with her own son, in
public no less.  I forgave her immediately and joined them.  "Didn't we
Kyle?" She asked.

   I smiled and nodded my affirmation.  "Yeah, it was great.  You'll have
to do it next time Dad," I added, knowing full well his response.

   "Oh yeah I'd love to.  It's just my ba..."

   "Your back!" Mom and I said in tandem and shared the joke.

   "My back.  Yes." Dad concluded furrowing his brow at the two of us.

   Mom extracted herself from my father and in front of him took my hand.
"Really Kyle.  I had such a good time." It was then I became aware of the
hand she was holding.  The hand that had touched her bottom.  And more to
the point the way she held it.  Her fingers around the thumb that had
entered her ass.  "I hope we can do it again." I felt her squeeze my thumb
even further.  "Would you like to do it again?"

   I almost choked on my words as I dared consider her possible double
entendre.  "Um, I'd love to," I offered.  "If that's what you want." My
answer I thought was enough for her to read between the lines.  It dawned
on me that we were both in the same position.  She had to be sure I was in
the same boat, so to speak.  As I'd told myself before, incest could get
messy.

   * * * * *

   The rain began Sunday evening and continued through the night.  I
cancelled all of my Monday appointments when I woke the next day, citing
the weather.  I hadn't had a chance to talk to Mom alone since the showers
but I'd informed them both I would be around as soon as possible to finish
the garden.  Knowing Dad would be at work I hoped Mom would be home and as
I pulled into their drive I was relieved to see her car parked in the
garage.  I strode into the back yard hoping for a repeat of the show I'd
been witness to previous.  Sadly her drapes were fully open and no sign of
her inside.  Collecting the tools from the shed, the sun breaking out and
the air stiflingly muggy I lined up the rose bushes in their respective
positions and surveyed the now sodden, muddy ground.

   The holes I'd widened from the previous plants were half full with
water. The turned earth around them, as muddy as the obstacle course.  As
if my thoughts had conjured her, Mom rounded the corner of the house.  "Hey
Kyle, I thought I heard your car." 

   She was dressed in what looked to be her night clothes.  A white tank
top and matching long pyjama bottoms.  Her feet were bare on the soggy
grass and I guessed she was yet to shower.  She was beautiful.  Why did it
take me seeing her naked to convince me of that?  I knew we'd have to tip
toe around the situation between us.  Nothing good is ever easy.  "Yeah, I
cancelled my clients because of the weather.  Thought I'd come and finish
what I started."

   Mom looked at the muddy ground around my feet.  "It's not too wet?" She
remarked.

   I looked back at her.  "It's better when it's wet isn't it?" I felt like
slapping myself at the corny line but it seemed to work, Mom's mouth
smirking.  She moved closer to the holes I'd dug and ran a toe across the
muddy ground. 

   "Careful you don't slip," I warned her and as I reached down for the
shovel my own heel slid on the mud, my foot dropping down into the hole and
my ass landing down in the dirt with a splat. 

   Mom raised a hand to her mouth half out of shock and to cover her scream
as she burst out laughing.  My hands dug into the muddy soil to steady
myself and I too began to share in her revelry. 

   "Oh Honey, are you okay?" She offered, delighting in my predicament. 

   I looked down at my muddy jeans and up at her laughing, her white
pyjamas pristine in comparison.  "I don't know why you're laughing, you're
just as dirty!" I stated.

   Mom looked down at herself as if maybe she hadn't noticed something and
I threw a handful of wet soil in her direction.  She jumped back but not in
time to avoid flecks appearing on her pants.  "Oh you!" She laughed before
dropping onto her haunches.  Her legs spread before me, her crotch pressed
tightly to her pyjama bottoms.  I watched as she dropped a hand down into
the hole and scoop out a handful of the wettest mud.

   "Mom, I wouldn't." I warned her as the smile spread on her face.  "I'm
telling you.  Don't start something you can't finish!"

   Ignoring the threat she made the mud pie in her palm and seemingly happy
with its consistency she stood back up.  The smile now broad on her face
she moved a little closer and raised her arm.

   "Last chance," I feebly warned her and then it hit me.  My t-shirt
taking the brunt of the blow, my neck and arms splattered. 

   She seemed so happy with herself and I'd never seen her look so
gorgeous. "Right," I stated.  I was quick.  Too quick for her to do little
more than turn in her attempt to get away.  My hand reached out and grabbed
hold of the back of her pants as she screamed in delight and shock. 
Dragging her back toward me I inadvertently pulled her pyjama bottoms and
underwear half way down her buttocks.  My other hand had scooped up a large
amount of mud and quick as ever I slapped it against the skin of her
exposed rear, releasing her in the process. 

   She turned to face me but did nothing to pull up her pants, the top of
her pubic hair exposed.  Her face was red from laughing.  "Oh you are in so
much trouble young man," she threatened, stalking me as I slinked backwards
further into the mud behind me.

   "Mom, whatever you're thinking.  Don't!" I again mockingly warned but it
went unheeded.  She pounced upon me, her pants pulling back up somewhat in
the action and landed straddling my stomach.  Her hands either side of me
delved into the soil and came up muddy.  Feebly I attempted to protect
myself but allowed her to slap the mud against my chest and face.  "Oh. 
It's war!" I declared.

   Scooping up mud I slapped a handful into her own face and smeared,
followed up by repeating my initial attack and diving a hand down the rear
of her pants.  This time I allowed my hand to linger, rubbing the mud
across her cheeks and tentatively pressing into her crack.  We continued to
laugh but it was laboured as our breathing became more pronounced.  I swore
I could hear my heartbeat (or was it hers?) as I again gained handfuls of
mud.  I'll do it, I thought.  Throw caution to the wind. 

   With her hands in the process of gathering mud for her own attack I
placed my palms directly onto my mother's breasts.  I left them there as I
followed her eyes.  First looking down at her own breasts in shock, my
hands upon them.  Along my arms to my face to see the intent in my own
eyes, the desire.  An eternity seemed to pass.  The laughter had stopped. I
may not have been able to hear her heartbeat but I could feel it, passing
through my right hand, syncing with my own.  The corner of her mouth turned
up and her eyelids narrowed.  Ever so slightly she moved her body forward
and I felt one hand loosen my pants before the other, laden with mud,
pressed down onto my semi erect penis. 

   As I'd done with her breasts, she left her hand upon me.  Waiting for a
reaction perhaps.  And she needn't wait long.  The feeling of her muddy
hand on my cock was indescribable.  I swelled against her palm and her
fingers enclosed me.  In turn I squeezed her breasts, finding the nipples
and working them between my thumb and index fingers.  Her mouth fell open
as I pinched and she slowly worked her fist back and forth along my growing
erection. 

   I sat myself up and she slid down into my lap, her hand not leaving my
cock as fully erect it pressed against her rear.  Our faces drew near and I
felt the heat of her breath.  My lips to hers and then touching, not
kissing.  Still she held me as I attempted to raise her top, finally
realizing she needed to let go of my penis to be unclothed but reaching
back for it immediately as if being separated from it would end this
reality.  Her breasts were now mine, to feast my eyes upon for only the
second time in my adulthood.  Her hand continued to stroke me.  Tighter she
squeezed and faster she pulled as I wrapped my arms around her back to draw
her into me, her breasts against my chest.  Again our mouths touched and I
whispered into hers.  "Are you sure?"

   Her response was to kiss me.  To kiss me like I'd never been kissed. 
The wanton lascivious kiss of a mother for her son.  Her tongue danced with
mine.  I could taste earth but cared not.  Her hand furiously stroked my
cock against her butt and I took a breast in my own and squeezed as I came
upon her back, biting down on her tongue, sucking it into my mouth as jet
after jet of spunk sprayed her spine, splashed my own arm.  If I'd had a
better hand-job I couldn't recall it.  If I loved anyone on Earth more than
her, I hadn't met them.  Her tongue slipped from my mouth despite my
attempt to prevent it, not wanting to end our kiss.  "Let's go inside," she
whispered.

   * * * * *

   I stood naked in the shower behind my mother as she adjusted the
temperature of the flow.  My mud slathered cock stood erect against her
comparably smeared ass.  I wondered if I'd ever be soft again in her
presence, so turned on was I.  Satisfied with the water and with my hands
on her hips she turned to face me, smiling before playfully spitting a
mouthful of water into my face. 

   "Oh you just don't quit do you?" I laughed, pulling her to me, the water
cascading and the mud washing away as mother and son we held each other. 
Her belly so soft against my hard-on, her breasts, cushions against my
chest. 

   "How are we here?" I whispered into her neck as I kissed below her ear.

   "It's nature Honey," she sighed as my kisses descended, crossing her
chest to take a nipple in my mouth.  "Every mother dreams of making love to
her son." I placed a hand between her thick thighs and cupped her pube
covered pussy.  "Mmmm...but so few ever do.." She whispered.

   A hand was placed on my shoulder and pressure applied.  I had no doubt
the intention of her subtle hint and I kissed my way between her breasts,
down her stomach and buried my mouth in her mass of wet pubic hair.

   My tongue caressing her labia, back and forth along her folds as she
raised a leg up over my shoulder and pulled my face into her vagina. 
Inside, my tongue ventured.  Deep into my mother's welcoming entrance. 
Dining out on her sweet strong flavour.  The taste of mommy cunt, seasoned
with the piquance of incest.  With water streaming down my face I found her
clitoris and this pleased her; her groin grinding into my chin and lips as
I attempted to suck and nibble her tiniest of buttons, her moaning
increasing until finally she shuddered, her pussy twitching against my
mouth.

   Grabbing my hair and pulling my head back from her crotch she looked
down upon me.  "Oh Baby, come and kiss Mommy." 

   Standing and taking her tongue into my mouth, my erection sat snugly
between her thighs.  Her hands ran up and down my arms until stopping on my
biceps.  "Flex for me Kyle," she whispered.

   I pulled back smiling and did as commanded, posing for my mother as she
looked on approvingly.  "You're chiseled Baby," she purred. 

   "You made me Mom!" I proclaimed, taking her hand and pressing it onto my
bicep.  Her small fingers followed the contours of my arm up onto my
shoulder and joined by the other hand caressed my pecs. 

   "Mmm..this is what I love," she hummed as her hands ran down my abs, my
hairless navel and pubic bone, to encircle my engorged cock.  Not teasing;
prolonging, she removed her hands and took up soap, turning me and
lathering my body.  My back; my glutes; my thighs; massaged by the small
loving hands of the woman who raised me, who bathed me as a child.  With my
hands against the wall of the shower, I looked down at my cock.  Had I ever
been as hard?  I wondered.  I turned to face her and she lathered my chest
and arms before dropping to her knees.  The soap abandoned she took hold of
my dick.  "And now this.." She smiled up to me.

   Her tongue licked from my hairless balls to the tip of my erection. 
Kissing the head, tasting the pre-cum before allowing my organ to enter her
mouth.  Her lips enclosed around me, her cheeks sucked in and her hand
masturbating my length.  The sight was too much, the feeling too
pleasurable.  Fighting off orgasm I pulled from her to her shock, dismay
even.  Explaining myself, I pulled her up to her feet.  "Mom." I declared.
"I have to fuck you.  Right now!" 

   Her face lit up.  Her wicked smile returning as I lifted her from her
feet.  Pressing her to the wall, my cock found her opening without aid and
entered.  We breathed out as one.  Pleasure, relief, happiness we were
finally connected as mother and son should be.  Joined at the crotch, my
dick deep inside her, her breasts sandwiched between us, my hands cupping
her ass.  "Cum in me Kyle!"

   My feet spread for balance, her thighs over my biceps, I rammed into
her. The slapping of my groin into hers, louder than the shower.  Mom's
arms wrapped tightly around my shoulders, we stared into each others eyes.
"Cum in me Kyle," she repeated.  "Fill my pussy Baby.  Fill Mommy's pussy
with cum!"

   I moved my mouth to hers and she drew my tongue into her, biting into me
as her pussy squeezed around my cock.  I increased my thrusts and felt my
orgasm approach.  Surging from my balls along the shaft to burst forth into
my mother.  She grasped the back of my head and pulled it alongside hers,
whispering into my neck.  "Oh God, I can feel it.  Good boy," she purred. I
continued thrusting, slowing with each surge of cum.  "Good boy," she
repeated, the last of my cum flowing from me.  I allowed her legs to drop
from my arms and I lowered her to the shower floor.  My erection sliding
from her in the process.  Her hand went between her legs and cupped her
pussy, collecting the excess to smear across her pubes. 

   I joined her hand with mine and washed my semen from her, my fingers
again delving into her thatch.  "I love this," I admitted, combing her
dripping pubic hair.  "From the first moment I saw it."

   She rolled her eyes and looked bashful, recalling the window incident. 

   "Oh my God.  I was so embarrassed."

   I slid a finger along the length of her pussy.  "You shouldn't have
been. You looked beautiful.  And before then.."

   She pulled back from me slightly, looking into my eyes.  "What?"

   "I saw you Mom.  Through the window.  On the bed."

   She raised a hand to her open mouth.  "You didn't!"

   Nodding, I pulled her body again into mine.  "It was the hottest thing
I've ever seen.  I wanted you from that moment."

   Her bashful look was replaced with a sexual confidence.  Her cheeky
smile returning.  "I love you so much," she stated.

   Wrapping my arms around her I cupped an ample ass cheek and kissed her
mouth.  "And I love you Mom."

   * * * * *

   Sitting in my car, my jeans were hidden from Dad's view as he stood
beside my mother.  "So it was too wet to plant the roses?" He asked.

   "Yeah, I'll be coming by tomorrow though.  Might have time to do it
then," I replied.

   "Oh!  Dropping by again; what for, if not the garden?"

   Mom was quick to answer.  "Kyle's going to be my personal trainer!"

   Dad looked surprised.  "What?  I thought you only did the stars."

   I smiled at Mom.  "There's only one star as far as I'm concerned." We
shared a knowing glance and I turned my attention back to Dad.  "You're
welcome to work out with us as well Dad," I added, knowing all too well his
coming response.

   "Oh well yeah I'd like to it's just my ba.."

   "Your back!" Mom and I chorused, laughing. 

   "Tomorrow?  I hope you're ready to sweat," I said to Mom.

   She smiled in the way I was becoming familiar, mischievous and sexy all
in one.  "I'll be ready.  And don't worry about the sweat, I like it
messy!"

   As I drove away I adjusted the erection in my dirty jeans.  "God," I
asked myself a second time.  "Will I ever be soft around her again?"

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