MUM’S FLOWER SHOW PRIZES

One of the most pleasing things about living in the country is that I have a nice big garden -- well, massive really. Now I know that not everybody enjoys gardening but I find it a wonderfully relaxing way to pass the time and to get to know the world of nature -- and with a two acre 'spread' there's room enough to do just what I like.

And so, in my garden, I have a bit of everything -- a relaxing pond, a broad patio, sweeping lawns and meandering flower beds, right down to a decent sized vegetable patch. Not to mention an assortment of sheds and a good sized greenhouse. And here, even the climate is good -- generally mild with enough rain to keep things green and enough sun to make them grow well.

And then, to add to the pleasure of country living, there's the Village Flower Show every summer. Well, it isn't just flowers; inevitably it really covers everything and anything that can be made or grown or otherwise produced at home, and I need hardly add, I love to enter as many categories as I can.

And in that, I now have a rival -- my mother!

So this is where I explain how the situation came about.....

I'm Steve and I make a living writing -- mainly science articles and educational study books, and I lecture part-time at a local college. I'm 26 and I'm already divorced with no children, thank heavens, because I'd have felt really sorry for any kids being brought up by two warring parents.

Actually when it came to the crunch, we split up quite easily, despite our fighting.

My wife and I had been living apart -- she moved out some six months or so ago and she soon came across a new love interest who happened to be loaded. So she let me keep everything, much to my relief, because I'd worked hard to be able to buy my lovely country bungalow down here in the southwest of England and I'd have fought tooth and nail to keep it.

So, back to me -- I'm 6'1"; I weigh in at near enough 170 pounds; I'm healthy and fit (all that gardening!) and I'm always horny! My light brown hair is kept cut short; I've got deep-set blue eyes; I work out with my own mini gym ....and what else -- oh yes, I've got an eight inch cock. Honestly. Thought you might ask about that!

Back to the story.....with a three bedroom bungalow to myself, I really rattled in it -- it felt empty. Some of the time I did enjoy the peace, but it was a lonely peace on the whole.

And then my dad went and got himself killed. The police told the coroner that he must have fallen asleep at the wheel and driven straight into the back of the truck by the road -- instant death; that even his nearly new Mercedes couldn't save him from.

Dad, in his late 40s, was a very successful Sales Director in a thriving company -- and needless to say therefore, he was well insured. Their mortgage was paid off; there was enough for a new car for mum (really important -- hers was doing it's best to fall apart!) and still plenty more in the bank. What I also discovered was that my father held a goodly portfolio of shares; often in speculative companies, I soon realised. However, through his risky but ultimately wise investment, they were almost all booming companies and the shares were now worth a hell of a lot more than he'd paid for them. Mum decided that they should be cashed in while they were doing well and the money put into a Trust fund -- and that was all left to the accountants and other financial advisers.

Mum and dad had downsized from a large family house into a roomy bungalow some years ago, but I always got the impression that she wasn't all that happy there. Perhaps it was because it was near to dad's office so he could be on call more easily -- perhaps it was just the overall location but something wasn't entirely right. But they were adults so I left it to them to sort their own problems out.

After dad was killed, Mum was at first distraught and then, remarkably quickly, composed and sensible. Naturally I visited her as often as I could in the months after dad's death and I was very proud of her ability to stand up to adversity so well, but once things had settled down, I left mum to it....she needed her own space as much as I did.

One thing that quickly became apparent though -- mum had no intention of remaining celibate for long!

"Never realised there were so many good looking young men around!" she said one day on the phone, "I'm getting to like the thought of finding a toy boy!"

I was pleased that she'd been able to ride through her bereavement and actually felt proud of her good humour under the circumstances.

Unfortunately, as our homes were some 120 miles apart, despite us being good friends, we didn't get to see a lot of each other so we just chatted on the phone and internet quite a lot.

But eventually I talked mum into coming down to stay with me for an extended 'holiday' as I thought the break would do her good.

So, once the summer kicked in, mum drove down for her visit. I saw her car pull into my driveway and I hurried out to greet her -- and stopped dead in my tracks as she got out of the car.

"Bloody hell mum!" I exclaimed heartily and with a whistle of approval, "Don't you look good!"

Mum stretched herself and then did a slow pirouette, showing off all her radiant charms. She'd gone back in time, in more ways than one. She was wearing a light sixties-style floral summery dress that was so thin it was almost see-through, with a nicely scooped neckline that showed off the tops of her ample breasts and which was short enough to show her finely tanned and shapely legs almost up to her knees.

"Gosh, you look so young too!" I exclaimed as I continued to look her over.

Her hair was loose but fell in waves behind her; auburn waves that glowed with life and warmth. Mum's eyes were dark hazel, unlike mine which matched dad's blue eyes -- and they were so warm and friendly..... I managed to get my mind back to reality.

"Wow! And you've lost so much weight, mum," I said, somewhat unnecessarily (but knowing that women enjoy a bit of praise!) and was answered with a quick nodding of the head and a huge grin.

"Came off so easily," she purred, "got rid of almost two stone. Change of diet and some good work at the health club, that's all."

"You -- health club?" I said, somewhat surprised, "But then, why not?"

"It's lovely!" she said, "It's all so luxurious....and my instructor -- phew! Isn't he something!"

"Muuuuum!" I said, never really having heard her showing an interest in other men, "Behave!"

"I have, worst luck!" she chuckled, "But I think he's gay, so I can look but it's a waste of time touching. Pity -- I'd love to have my own toy boy!"

"Haven't you found one yet?" I teased her, now remembering our phone conversation.

"Still looking at the produce!" she said with a big wink.

I shook my head as I grabbed her bags and we walked up to the house. Mum was all eyes -- she'd not seen my house and garden for some years and I'd spent plenty on it and done a lot to it in that time.

"Oh darling, isn't that lovely!" she said as she saw the patio which led to the landscaped pond with its little fountain. She laid her hand on my arm and her fingers squeezed me happily.

"Oh and look at those flowers!" she said pointing, "Aren't they gorgeous! Oh, and you've got a sweet little rose arbour!"

Mum was ecstatic -- turning round and around and enjoying all the fruits of my labours.

"Even the grass looks so green!" she said, kicking off her shoes and dancing bare-footed across the lawn.

"Oh gosh -- and just look at your vegetables too!" she gasped excitedly, "Oh Steve, it all looks so lovely -- so productive -- so well looked after....oh you clever boy!"

Praise indeed and I was glowing with pride as I watched her enjoyment.

Still prancing around, mum bounced over to me and gave me a big kiss -- right on the lips.

Now mum and I have always been close and whenever we've kissed hello or goodbye, we've always kissed lips -- but this was different. This time mum had almost flung herself at me to kiss me and with her bags in my hands I was defenceless. So when she came to kiss me, her body had sort of crushed against me and as she stretched upwards I felt her heavenly curves squash against my chest and even as she pulled away her stomach pushed intimately against my abdomen.

Quickly I span round -- because in those few seconds, my cock had been awakened by that ripe female body and had sprung into almost full erection! Unless I could distract her, mum couldn't help but see my condition, so I started off for the house.

"Come on mum -- lots of time for a look around. Let me get rid of your bags," I said, to distract both my mind and my mum, "then we can sit out here with a drink. Fancy something?"

"Love something cold," she said following me, her eyes still wandering around my domain, "Vodka and something with plenty of ice would be great."

My bungalow, on which I'd had some alterations made when I first bought it, was laid out with a wide central hall leading from the front door with the three big bedrooms on the left and the lounge, diner and kitchen on the right. The bathroom and toilet were off the end of the house in a designed extension that also held a laundry room. Off the lounge, to the side, there was a large double-glazed conservatory which in turn opened onto the patio, and it was through that that we made our way into the house.

By the time we got to her room therefore, mum had seen most of the house and she was beaming with pleasure and obvious satisfaction.

I opened the door to the guest bedroom and plonked mum's bags down. I waved my arm around the room, bowing low as I did so.

"Good enough for madam?" I said in my best 'posh' voice.

The guest bedroom had been huge, so I'd had a section of it enclosed and had a shower installed along with a toilet and wash basin and it now made a very comfy mini-suite for guests -- not that I'd had many.

"Wonderful darling -- it's lovely!"

She came and kissed me again and this time my arms were free, so I wrapped them round her. Together we hugged and swayed as loads of emotions rose almost to the surface. I leaned down and kissed mum again -- she responded, hard.

'No -- no -- we mustn't!' I thought as I felt my body reacting again, 'None of that!'

I let her go and mum sort of shrank back as if reluctantly.

"I'll let you change, mum, then come and join me," I said, leaving her to unpack and freshen up.

By the time I'd composed myself and fixed some drinks I was just in time to meet mum as she left her room to join me and the sight almost made me drop the drinks. My 'new' mum was one long surprise and intentionally or otherwise, she had shocked me to the core!

It was a lovely warm summer's early afternoon and mum was obviously intending to make the most of it. She was wearing a powder blue cropped towelling top without a bra and matching tiny shorts with just flip-flops and sunglasses as her accessories. I wondered if she was even wearing knickers but then thrust that thought aside quickly. There was now a lot more exposed flesh than before and I couldn't help but stare at her. Her legs seemed endlessly long -- toned and tanned and delicious -- not that I'm even a leg man!

Her trim tanned middle was exposed, revealing a piercing at her navel with a blue stone pendant.

But it was her breasts that stood out -- literally! Now that she's dispensed with the floral flounces of her dress and was only clad in towelling material, her charms were more than evident! Mum had always been well 'stacked' -- I gathered that she'd been size 40D when she'd been nursing me, and she was probably still at least a 38C. But you needed to add a couple of inches for her nipples! They stood out so prominently that quite frankly I was surprised at mum's audacity at wearing what she did.

I couldn't help but stare and mum caught me! She smiled broadly and did another one of her slow twirls, this time showing off her pert derriere to its best advantage!

"So how do I look?" she said, shaking her nipple-pointed breasts at me. "Lost all that weight and most of it's gone from down below. No fat here," she slapped her bum and thighs, "and it's left my boobs looking even better, don't you think?"

Ummm, yeahhhh," I stumbled, "Definitely!"

"Hmmm -- is that all the praise I get for all my efforts?" she said, wrapping her arm round my waist as we walked outside into the sun.

"Well, what am I suppose to say, mum?" I answered as we reached the patio and the sun loungers. "If I say you look hot I'll be in trouble and if I just say you look good, I won't have said enough, it seems."

I put the drinks down and sat down but mum remained standing. She leaned forward over me and braced herself; her hands on her thighs, so that her breasts were scant inches from my face. She looked down at her breasts and then back to my face.

"Stevie darling," she said, "I don't like to say this but your dad spent too much time working and not enough time on me. I know I can't really complain because he did so well for himself, but I got left behind. And now he's gone I've decided that I want to catch up again....so the first thing I've done is to get into shape again. So tell me -- how do I really look? And be honest!"

I put my hands up on the sides of mum's face, stretched up and kissed her -- she responded generously. I pushed her away but held my hands in place, gently cupping her pretty face.

"Mum -- you look better than I've seen you in years -- you look so much younger -- you look a million dollars -- and if you were mine, I'd be so proud of you," I said, "And I bet dad was too. But I suppose that's where people need to find a balance, isn't it, that dad didn't. Work or play!"

"Play!" said mum with a 'hmmmph'! "I'm not play -- I'm for real, not a trophy wife. And I was neglected....so now, while I'm still not too old, I'm going to catch up."

'Hmmmm!' I thought, my eyes dropping to her cleavage again, 'If you weren't my mum, I wouldn't mind a bit of play with you!'

I pushed her upright -- mum was steaming a bit and needed to cool down.

"Mum -- sit down, relax," I said, rising up and then pushing mum down onto the other lounger. "Here -- here's your drink. Now calm down. Unwind."

I squatted beside her lounger as she leaned back. I'd set the loungers with the top ends raised so they were almost chair-shaped and mum was sitting, reclining somewhat now.

"Listen mum," I started, "I'll try to be honest. When I first saw you today I could hardly believe you were even old enough to be my mum -- you look so young and fresh. And your figure is absolutely hot -- no question. And as a bloke, you set everything racing and I mean everything....but you're my mum, for God's sake, so I can't really say all that. But I have -- so please forgive me and try to understand my situation. But as my mum, I'd love you even if you looked like a sack of spuds!"

"Arsehole!" mum answered, laughing. "Take that last bit back.....but thanks for the rest. I love you Stevie."

"And I love you too," I replied, settling back onto my lounger. I reached out and we could just about touch fingers across the gap. I promptly got up and slid my lounger quite a bit closer.

"Better?" I said as I touched her shoulder from my position.

"Much" said mum softly and giving me a big beaming smile.

For a while we just leaned back and enjoyed the early afternoon sun -- which for Britain was being remarkably warm and enjoyable. We occasionally supped our drinks and we chatted and every so often I got up and replenished them and eventually mum had relaxed while the heat had begun to ease off too.

"Come on then; time to do something. Let me see the rest of your estate," said mum eventually, so I prised myself from my lounger and together we set off for a look around.

Together we admired the pond, bedecked with waterlilies and occasional dragonflies; with the fountain gently splashing water around and with goldfish slurping at the food we threw on the surface -- and went on to look at the borders of flowers and shrubs that my mother was so fond of. We watched the butterflies and bees as they danced and wove over the flowers.

The trees were in full leaf, casting inviting waving shadows here and there and the warm scent of summer was in the air.

"Oh darling," she said, holding my arm, "Where on earth did you learn to make it look so good?"

"From you, mum," I said, "You taught me, even if you didn't know it. I watched you and learned from you -- and now I'm delighted to be able to emulate you."

Mum pulled me to her and her strong arm squeezed me against her assets.

"Oh sweetheart -- that's lovely," she said as she gave me another kiss, "I never really knew."

Hopefully she'd never know what her squeezing had done either! Because once again my cock had immediately risen as she squeezed me and I was fast finding out that a penis has no concerns about incest or any other sexual deviations!

Gradually we worked our way round what my mother had called my 'estate' and eventually we reached my 'prize' garden, as I called it -- the area I'd set aside and nurtured to produce my best for the Flower Show entries.

Alongside it was my greenhouse, which seemed to be stuffed full of greenery as well.

Mum looked at me quizzically as we explored.

"What's all this then?" she asked, driven by curiosity but bristling a bit. So I told her.....about my efforts and successes at the local flower show.

"WHAT!" she almost screamed, "I WIN at flower shows -- so what do you think you're up to?"

"Hey -- it's not a God-given right for you to win, you know" I answered, a bit peeved.

"But I'M the one in the family who's won cups for my produce and flowers," she said.

"You WERE the only one but now I win them too!" I said happily.

I explained to her that it was she who'd led me to try to garden better than others and that now I'd got the finances to do things properly, I was enjoying getting the best from my garden and getting something back for my efforts.

But mum was bouncing again -- I mean bouncing with tension or something! She just didn't know what to say! So I tried to take over.

"Mum," I started, "Firstly I didn't know you still entered shows and secondly, what's wrong with me trying to keep up with you then?"

"Nothing, well, nothing really," said mum cooling somewhat, "It's just....well, you've beaten me.....!"

And she seemed to deflate -- so I quickly turned and held her, almost supported her as we clung together.

"What's the matter mum," I asked.

She unwound and seemingly realising that she'd become too tense, she leaned in to me, her firm breasts pushing against my arm.

"Oh darling," she said, getting herself a bit emotional again, "At our old home everything was right and I always won cups and awards as you well know, but since your dad and I moved, things haven't been right at all. I've tried to win prizes at our flower show but I seldom can. I haven't won anything for ages. The soil isn't good enough where we are and it's too far north for my liking and your dad wouldn't let me have a greenhouse. Waste of money, he said -- and now here you are, doing so much better than I've been able to do. I know inside that I'm really quite a good gardener, but I've had no chance for years and it just annoys me to see you doing so well. So I'm sorry and all that."

I just gave mum a warm squeeze and let the matter drop rather than let her get in a bad mood. She'd opened up to me but she didn't need reminding just how well I'd been doing while she'd been unable to compete.

And anyway, my mind was now tumbling over itself -- full of ideas as we moved round the garden and back to the loungers. I'd had a thought that seemed to be a good idea.....

We sat back down.

"Mum," I started, "This is just an idea.... But why don't you and I combine our efforts? Couldn't you come and live here? With me -- together. We could either work together to win everything -- or we could compete. Be fun to try.....wouldn't you like to, because I think I'd love to have you here."

Mum's face was a picture! So many emotions crossed it in moments!

"Stevie, sweetheart," she said, with a tear running down her face, "That's the nicest thing anyone's said to me in years! Oh darling -- could I say no -- of course not! What a super idea! How wonderful! Oh darling.....I'm so....!"

In moments, mum was on top of me, hugging and kissing me and loving me -- and I was trying to give back as much as I got!

Finally she pushed herself off me, stood up and held out her hand.

"Stevie, darling -- come inside. Let's get some of this sorted -- now. This is urgent. There are some problems to face but this is definitely worth some deep thoughts and consideration," she said, seriously.

Together we rose and, holding hands, we ambled into the lounge where we settled -- mum onto the settee and me into my 'office' chair, adjacent to my computer. (Yes -- I still preferred my old PC to my laptop)

Mum found a spare note pad and a pencil (to doodle with, I thought!) and she started the proceedings....

"Darling, when I saw your place I just fell in love with it -- it's so 'me'," she said, "But it's your home, not mine, so I wouldn't want to be in your way. But to be honest, since your dad died I've been stuck there on my own, in a place I don't really want to be and I've actually been thinking of selling up. I'm far too small for that big bungalow and I bet you feel the same on your own here but although I'd love to come and visit you, I couldn't just share it with you."

"Course we could share mum, I mean we get on so damn well, we're like brother and.....errrr" I said, grinding to a halt.

"Like brother and sister is what you were going to say -- and that's where it wouldn't work," said mum, "Because if I come here to live with you, I'd want us to be like husband and wife!"

I could scarcely believe my ears!

Mum was talking about us and incest!

"Stevie darling, you're absolutely right," continued mum, "We do get on really well together and now that your dad's gone, our two persons are each missing a part -- neither of us has a partner. But then, if we live together, one or other will eventually find a partner and that'll cause problems. Do you understand where I'm heading?"

I nodded my head as I tried to get my brain around mum's audacious plan.

"So why don't we become partners -- I mean partners in everything?" said mum, warming to her idea and managing to look remarkably coy about it, "We can't marry, so we could be partners....yes?"

"Partners in crime!" I cried, "I can't take you to bed and..."

"Fuck me?" said mum, jumping in, "You know you'd love to! I've seen the look in your face today and darling, I've also seen the effect my body seems to have on a certain part of yours!"

"Oh shit!" I groaned, "It's natural. I can't help it mum!"

"I don't want you to help it!" said mum happily, "So how about my proposal?"

It was all rushing along a bit too quickly for me -- well, actually a whole lot too quickly, so I dodged the answer and quickly tried to avoid the subject.

"Hah -- you just want to beat me at the Flower Show, don't you?" I said, hoping I'd get her off the subject.

"Nothing to do with it!" she said, seriously, "Just common sense. Too much room -- not enough people -- and not enough sex! You getting any these days?"

"Whhhh...!" I blustered, "Well, no, actually."

"Nor am I" said mum, completely deadpan.

"Ok. Fair enough then," I replied, "but why me? I thought you were planning on finding a toy boy?"

"I reckon I've found him!" said mum, looking straight at me.

"Duh -- why?" I answered...my 'clean' mind wasn't wanting to absorb the way the conversation was going again.

But mum was there and waiting.

"Why not?" said mum, raising her glass to me. "Stevie darling, I've loved you since the day you were born and now you're 26 and I'm 43 and I still love you."

"So.....? I still love you too," I answered.

"Well, I've lost my husband and you've 'lost' your wife and we both have needs, so you'll make a wonderful toy boy!?" she said, with a big silly grin on her face, "Am I that old? Am I so undesirable?"

This whole turn of events had completely thrown me because, despite my mum's obvious appeals, the thought of incest had never really crossed my mind. Yes -- the odd mental dream when I'd seen her nipples pointing at me and thinking how good it would be to suck on them, but never a serious thought about screwing her! My mind was too pure for my own good!

I'd suggested that mum come down and share with me -- originally expecting her to have the spare bedroom and perhaps build an annex for herself eventually. But here was mum saying instead that she wanted to share me too!

I was really gobsmacked and I really couldn't say anything coherent.

"Well ok then, let's just share homes for now, at any rate and we'll see what comes next," mum added, obviously trying to defuse the situation for me, "I'll sell up and move down here -- the guest room's fine for now -- and we'll see how things develop, eh? And if it all goes pear-shaped then I'll find a house to buy down here perhaps and I'll move out."

"Well yeah....guess so....." I dithered.

Deep underneath I was also somewhat worried about the financial implications -- never mind about any other aspect, when mum spoke again.

"By the way, don't go worrying about the money, darling," she said, "everything I've got is all left to you, so if I go, you won't have to concern yourself with giving it back or anything....and I've got more than enough for my needs now."

"I -- I -- I don't.....I don't know what to say," I stumbled over my words.

"Oh for Christ's sake! Just say yes!" said mum, beaming, so I did!

In seconds she was in my lap and we were suddenly spinning round and round in my swivel chair and she was hugging me and I was hugging her and we were caressing and kissing and it was wonderful!

Except for my erection that rose as if on contact with mum -- as soon as she bounced onto my lap, he'd perked up and I had a hell of a job keeping him from making his presence known. It took ages for him to unwind too. That mother of mine had a fabulous body and if she hadn't been my mum -- well, I didn't want to think of the pleasures we could be having! Well, I did now, but I somehow managed to keep those thoughts to the back of my mind.

Over the next week or so we sorted most of the problems out. There would be way too much furniture so mum mentally picked some of her favourite bits to keep -- the rest would be disposed of or stored.

We contacted an Estate Agent to prepare the paperwork to sell her house and we contacted mum's solicitor to do the deeds -- and everything was fine.

And less than a month later mum was parking in my driveway again -- this time to stay for a lot longer than just a holiday, although we still had a lot of loose ends to clear up.

With the 'business' problems more or less sorted, mum now wanted to mark out her territory -- she quickly wanted a part of my garden for her own Flower Show efforts. Soon we'd marked off a decent chunk of the garden for her -- a sunny and well drained area, big enough for a greenhouse (which mum ordered immediately) and all in all, an ideal spot for her needs.

And almost before I'd had time to get back to my writing, she'd got the greenhouse up; the soil rotovated to a fine tilth -- and a shed delivered and erected. Mum didn't believe in wasting time!

Obviously this summer was a no-go for her Flower Show efforts -- but it was a time for her to organise her plants, seeds and other things for next year's show.....as I was doing too.

Relaxing one evening over a glass or several of wine, we looked ahead.

And mum started again....

"Are we going to enter the same things for the show?" she said. "Because if so, I don't want to push you into second place all the time! I don't want to make your efforts seem completely inferior!"

"Hah!" I replied, "You wish! I'll push you into second place!"

"Oh yes," said mum, "We'd better place side bets then. Prizes just for us. Lets see -- we'd better limit our home-prize entries to perhaps, hmmm, four categories. How about two vegetable entries, one fruit and one flower entries?"

"Yeaaaaah? Ok, if you say so," I answered, not yet getting hold of mum's plans entirely.

"I mean, obviously we can both enter as many categories at the show as we like and if we win or get beaten on those, it won't matter between us. But here at home, we'll award ourselves prizes on just those four individual entries -- ok?"

"Ah -- yes, ok," I said, "so what happens then?"

"Simple," she said, grinning widely, "If I beat you, you can do something for me -- if you beat me, I'll do something for you. Ok?"

"How do you mean?" I asked, still wondering just what her motives were.

"I think we've waited long enough darling. I think its time enough to move our relationship on a bit," she said, "So I intend to use the Flower Show as my starting post."

"For what?" I asked, curious as to where she was heading, without me thinking clearly...

"Sweetheart -- you and I are already living together, but without many of the benefits," said mum, smiling sweetly, "Because while I'm here, you're shy about bringing a girl home and with you here, I'd feel the same about a fella. So perhaps you and I can get a bit closer -- well, a lot closer actually."

Now I understood exactly where she was heading but inside, the illegality of incest kept getting in the way and I couldn't help but hedge round the subject of our intimacy. So I just couldn't answer, but mum stepped in and took up the reins again.

"Ok -- my idea is this. You're an eligible bachelor and I'm an eligible MILF -- aren't I?" she said, winking at me.

"How do you know that acronym?" I asked, feeling quite surprised.

"Why shouldn't I?" mum said, "Actually I found out because men would keep saying that word when I was around, so I found out on the internet. And I'm delighted I'm a MILF! And so, to finish what I started saying, I'd love you to fuck me. So I'm going to win the right to have you; I'll win it at the Flower Show!"

"Oh fuck!" I cried, swearing for the first time in ages, "Its incest -- we're not supposed to do that -- I can't."

"Oh come on -- get real!" said mum seriously, "What's wrong with us getting together? We're not after children and we'll be keeping it to ourselves -- so why ever not? What wrong with me? Or is it you?"

"Oh mum, I'll try to be honest so I'll say that I'd love to take you to bed and make love to you. I've pretended not to desire you, but really I've wanted to be able to do that for simply years. But its wrong, isn't it?"

"Oh for fuck sake!" said mum, "Are you horny, sweetheart?"

I just had to agree, especially as I could feel my penis stiffening.

"All the time?" she added and I nodded again.

"Well so am I!" she blasted, slapping her hands on her thighs, "And where are all the men? But I know where there is one -- right here, so why not make use of him! Unless you're not capable, of course?"

"Oh I'm capable all right," I said, "Just scared I'd be doing something wrong."

"What if I wasn't your mum? Bet you could take me to bed then?" mum ploughed on....

"Well yeah -- definitely," I replied innocently.

"In that case, kindly forget the mum bit and just remember that I'm a woman and that I need a man and I'd rather that man was you, so there!" said mum finally, standing up.

And then she was gone, leaving just a hint of her lovely female scent and me with a slowly -- very slowly, deflating cock.

My upbringing had always been strongly in favour of clean living all round. Sex was for married couples and certainly not for mothers and sons. My penis may well have risen each time mum brought her body into close quarters with mine but that was a natural male reaction....wasn't it?

Mum was wise thought and didn't keep pushing.

Her legal move took ages -- or at least it felt like it. The house wouldn't sell for a while and the solicitors took ages to do simple things, but at last mum was in the clear and was able to close down her old home life, both mentally and physically and join me for good. As I'd already said, mum had been living here with me almost from the first time we set all the plans in motion and then we'd been back up to her house to sort out her furniture and stuff and now most of the rest was legal crap really. Not our problem.....apart from the occasional legal letter from the solicitors and accountants telling mum how things were progressing. But now she was here -- end of that phase of her story.

By now it was late March and it was time to plant seeds of flowers and vegetables, and during the next few weeks, little green things were to be seen, popping up all around. Our benevolent climate was nice to us again this year and everything grew furiously.

And by July, with the Flower Show just weeks away, we were both ready.

We'd chosen our Flower Show entries and mum had picked four entries for us to complete against each other in -- namely our carrots, our cucumbers, our strawberries and our 'summer bedding planter' as the flower show brochure described it...."a tub (of specified dimensions) containing at least six varieties of bedding flowers".

Summer had arrived fairly quickly, after a latish spring and everything was now catching up as I perused my produce. Even if I didn't beat mum to everything, I'd be sure to win plenty of prizes as usual.

My carrots were beautiful -- long and fatly tapered....

My main crop potatoes would probably win -- I'd 'forced' them a bit and they were big, smooth and looked delicious.

My second crop of beetroot was going to be perfect -- smooth and nicely round with a good colour.

My tomatoes were coming on nicely and I'd be able to pick a nice rich red handful come the day.

My cucumbers were growing madly -- I'd be able to choose from several, when it was time.

I'd got a lovely crop of redcurrants that would win anywhere.

My summer bedding planter was simply awash with colour and growth -- I was actually proud of it!

And then I'd got more vegetables and flowers too...everything was growing madly.

Not to mention my jams and chutneys as well which I'd spent hours boiling and creating.

I kept well clear of mum's domain -- anyway, she was so busy there that I thought my presence would just be a nuisance.

She'd have her time cut out to beat me, I thought, although inside I kept on wondering.....'Did she really intend to beat me?'

Because over the winter months we'd become really, really good friends -- bosom buddies, one might say, and I found it hard to think of her coming over all hard and ultra-competitive.

Many a long winter evening we'd spent happily just chattering, playing cards or Scrabble together or doing what gardeners enjoy most in winter -- just poring over seed and plant catalogues, but despite our competitive spirits, we'd remained the best of friends.

But the memory of what she'd said lingered. Had she really intended to go through with what she'd said? Did she really want me to screw her? I almost wanted to scratch my entries so she'd win and I'd find out the truth.

Little did I know!

August arrived and with it the village Flower Show. Mum was bustling around, and I was too, both of us 'secretly' conveying boxes of vegetables, plants and produce to the village hall. The worst thing was that every time I looked at mum, she smiled that 'I've won' look....and she was probably right! I loved her to bits and she was my mother and was sacred to me but that didn't give her the right to beat me!

Our efforts were soon on display in the huge marquee set out on the playing field. All the entrants could look around before the crowds were let in and I was frankly well impressed with my mum's displays -- she'd done really well. But then I wasn't a judge.... And then we were all ushered out so that the real judges could do their thing.

A few hours later and I knew how well she'd done. She'd done VERY WELL!

Gold -- gold -- gold -- one after another! And just one silver.

I looked at my offerings. Silver -- silver -- silver -- and one lonely gold! Damn! Every entry we'd fought over but one had turned to gold for mum!

On the bigger scene however, between us we'd pretty well wiped the board. I also won the shield for the most points awarded overall, so by the time we returned home we were quite well oiled and despite my mum having beaten me quite thoroughly, I was in a happy enough mood. We cracked open a bottle of wine to continue our celebrations and then decided, since it was getting on a bit now, that we'd better get ready for bed before we drank too much -- so we did.

"So.....that was good," began mum as we reconvened in the lounge. We plonked ourselves down on the settee and opened and started on our next bottle, "I beat you, didn't I? No don't answer that!"

Mum's hand moved onto my thigh and she began to gently run her hand up and down my leg.

"I thought your carrots were lovely, especially that middle one!" said mum suggestively but happily, "and as for the cucumbers -- well, what can I say! I never thought I'd be saying that I'd got a bigger one than you!"

We chuckled together about that, enjoying our successes.

"I'm annoyed about your strawberries though," she added, "How did you beat me?"

I just smiled and grinned at her.

"Now, let's see how this works then. I won three of our golds, didn't I?" said mum happily, "so I get three prizes. And I'll let you have that other one, darling -- but only after I've had my prizes. Ok?"

Mum's hand was still on my thigh, although nearer my groin now than before.

"Yeahhhhh, ok, suppose so," I said, wondering where she was going with her hand.

"Good -- that's fine then," said mum, her hand now rubbing my thigh a bit harder....

"So -- now then, let's get things organised -- are you still game to take me to bed?" she asked me with a big grin on her face.

And the grin was because her hand on my leg had caused a reaction; one that I was still trying to mentally subdue -- but one which gave me away completely. My erection was so hard in my jeans that I couldn't even hide it, let alone suppress it..

"I can't, mum, its wrong!" I said, although wondering why my brain kept trotting out those idiotic ideas...because whatever my brain said, my body was all in favour, as evidenced by the rising of my erection!

"Ok my Stevie -- don't worry darling. I understand your concern but in that case, my rules take over. You agreed, so there!" said mum, now standing up, "And if you won't take the initiative then I'll have to. So my first prize is that we both take our clothes off!"

"Whhhaaaatttt?" I blustered, my mind having been intent on trying to keep my incest-bound cock from stiffening.

"You agreed that you'd do what I wanted if I won, so that's my first one. So prize number one -- get 'em off! Come on -- I'm going to take mine off too!"

Mum was at a disadvantage -- or an advantage -- and was naked in moments -- her dressing gown, her brief negligee top and panties all hitting the floor remarkably quickly.

I think I was mentally numbed by the wine because I just stood up and stripped as well. My pyjama shorts and jacket soon slid from me -- and there we were, facing each other -- naked as the day we were born. The only major difference -- my cock, which hadn't been anywhere near so large then or when mum had last seen it, which had massively increased in size and had quickly risen in salute!

"Hey!" said mum, her eyes fixed on my groin, "That looks interesting!"

"Can't help it," I said, pushing my cock down with my hand, "He comes up too easily."

Mum laughed. "Whenever there's a female body around, it seems. Especially mine, I think. I've noticed him -- he seems to love me," she said, "But does he really want me?""Mmmmmm!" was all I could reply, with a nod to confirm my feelings.

And now my body had begun taking over -- at last! My 'little brain' was winning over my more puritanical brain and finally I felt able to begin to unleash my real feelings.

Mum smiled broadly at me -- and stood up before me, legs apart; arms akimbo.

"So how's my body then? Any good?" she asked, cocking her hip and her eyebrow at me.

"Oh mum -- you look too damn good! You're not 43 -- you're 33 surely -- you're fantastic!" I cried, "Mum -- you're got to be everything any man could want."

And she was -- a beautiful ripe female just made for loving. Her hips may have been a tiny bit broad but her waist was slim and, as I've said, her breasts were magnificent! Yes -- they drooped a bit but what 38C tits didn't? And her raspberry nipples still stood out so proudly and still pointed skywards -- and they looked so, so chewable and succulent.

Her waist was an excellent foil to the ample pears of her breasts and her comfortable hips -- not to mention her beautifully peachy arse.

She'd shaved all but a small triangle of pubic grass from above her pussy and her lips were smooth, flushed, swollen and shiny with her fruity juices.

She looked completely and utterly desirable and fuckable!

"Good enough for you?" she asked, smiling widely.

"Oh hell," I replied, "What am I supposed to do? Mum -- I'm a divorced man so I'm free but I'm not supposed to make love to my mother."

"Why ever not?" she asked, slowly turning around before me, showing me her sweet bum, her long legs, her trim waist and her smooth back.

"Think back to what you said. You said that if I wasn't your mum, you'd definitely take me to bed. Well, now's your chance -- take it."

Did I have an option -- not really! There was me, sitting there with an erection that was caused by this wonderful apparition before me and I was turning it down!

'Don't be so fucking silly,' my small brain told me, and he was right!

But then mum saved me from replying....

"Anyway, let's get back to where we were. Getting us naked was just my first win bonus -- there's two more to come, "she said, "And the next prize is..... I'm going to suck your penis."

"Whaaaaat!" I exclaimed, panicking -- while at the same time my penis was stretching upwards in hope!

"Sit back darling, here I come," said mum, dropping to her knees and knee-walking between my legs. And quickly she found my penis, grasped it and then sucked it right down between her lips and deep into her mouth.

"Oh shiiiit mum -- that's good -- oh that's so good!" I exclaimed as I slowly began to take in the scenario. Working hard, my brain realised that mum was going to extract three prizes from me -- and if letting her suck me was just the second -- I could guess what the third one would be!

I no longer cared if part of me said 'no'.

Mum had a lovely action as she sucked me off -- somehow she was sliding my penis in and out of her mouth, taking most of my cock inside, smoothly and steadily, while at the same time her lips and tongue seemed to be attacking my sensitive places constantly. The ridge around the base of my knob was coming under heavy attack and something was gently caressing the underside of my knob too. It was as smooth a blow-job as any I'd ever had.

Before long my hips were uncontrollably bucking and twitching and my cock was spasmodically jerking into her mouth. But mum kept sucking me hard, leaving me in little doubt of her intentions.

"MuuuUUUuuum," I cried, "I'll be cumming soon if you keep going."

"Want you to cum!" she said around a mouthful of cock, "In my mouth, please!"

"Oooo fuck -- gonna do it! Gonna fill you! Fuckin' cumming" I cried as my cock began to resemble a machine gun, "Cumming, cumming, cumming -- oh yeahhhhhh"!

From my balls, copious squirts of cum blasted forth -- eruptions on a megascale -- splashing deeply into my mother's mouth.

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" she hummed around my penis as he filled her mouth to overflowing. Dribbles of grey-white cum slid down her chin as yet another blast overfilled her. Then I heard her gulp as she swallowed her mouthful and a little while later she lifted her head from my cock. A small bead of sticky cum oozed from the tip as she did so, which mum spotted and quickly lapped it up.

"Was I good?" she asked, wiping away the spillage from her face.

"Gooooood?" I echoed, "I should say so! Oh mum, you were marvellous! Can I kiss you?"

"Thought you'd never ask," said mum leaning forward to meet my arms.

With me sitting on the settee and mum on her knees between my legs, we met nicely as we came together. Mum's pubic area was at about the same height as the settee seat so my now somewhat drooping penis was squashed against her little tuft of hairs while her breasts spread, cool and smooth against my chest; her aroused nipples boring holes into my flesh. Our arms meshed and then our lips joined in, closely followed by our tongues. We'd become one at last.

Mum's tongue pushed the taste of my own cum back into my mouth and we shared the flavour until it was but a memory while our arms and hands explored each other's bodies....and as is inevitable, my penis, having had a brief rest, now woke again.

I was so engrossed in the pleasures of enjoying my mother's body against mine and her lips and tongue interacting with mine that I scarcely gave my cock a thought, until mum's eyes opened wide all of a sudden.

"Ooooh Stevie, recovered already?" she said, and I felt her start to grind her lower end against mine.

It was then that I realised that my down-squashed dick was now aroused and was being pushed hard into a very soft part of my mum.

In panic my upper brain tried to remove the illicit and incestual contact by squirming my body away but mum was having none of it.

"Oh no you don't!" she said, her hips thrusting harder against me, "I was just getting to enjoy that so hold still."

Thank heavens that my lower brain took control again, but my mind was still in turmoil, despite everything that had been happening over the past hour or so.

Not that it mattered one bit -- mum was still in charge!

"Stevie!" she said, still grinding against me, "Concentrate! Guess what I'm after? I want my third prize, lover! I want you inside me!"

"Oh mum," I cried, even now trying to hold off the inevitable, "Should we?"

"Bloody right we should!" said mum vehemently, "I've waited all winter for this. I've been patient and behaved myself so well.....but I won my competitions and I'm demanding my prizes. Come on, darling, give in."

I had absolutely no chance to hold out! Because now that my mind was on my lower region I could feel that my now entirely erect penis was not just being pushed into a very soft place but was being engulfed by it!

Mum's pear-soft vaginal lips had parted and my carrot was being washed in an outpouring of such fruity-scented juices that I was almost heady with the fragrance.

Our movement together was slowing as my stiff rod became coated in her lubrication and mum was now looking entirely dreamy as her hips cocked and turned to allow my penis to stimulate all her parts.

"Put him in, darling, put your penis in me!" she murmured softly and with a quick tilt of my own hips I felt the tip of my cock slide into place.

I looked into mum's swooning eyes.

"I love you mum, with all my heart," I said sincerely, "I'm coming in."

And I pushed -- not hard -- I didn't have to because mum's fecund garden was entirely ready for planting. The site for my carrot was already well and truly watered and prepared -- all that was needed was my vegetable and some fertilizer and I'd soon be providing the latter.

As I slid silently inside mum's vagina, sighs of pleasure arose from us both -- we'd been putting this off for too long.

"Oh my God darling, oh that's heavenly! Oh lover -- if only you knew how long it's been! If only you knew how much I've wanted this!" mum was gushing with happiness.

And now the deed was done, there could be no holding back on my behalf -- I now wanted this union as much as mum did. But things weren't quite right yet.

"Can we get on the bed, mum?" I asked and mum must have agreed because she started to move.

"No don't -- I'll see if I can carry you", I said valiantly as I leaned forward and wrapped my arms tighter round mum.

It was one hell of a strain on my leg muscles to drive us both upright and I think mum must have helped, because all of a sudden we were standing, still united, and mum's legs were wrapped round my hips; her bottom end bouncing up and down on my rigid penis.

"Phew!" said mum, giving out a groan, "That sent him all the way in, I think! That feels gooooood now."

My cock sank deeper still into her welcoming cave as she settled in my arms, making mum breathe out another sigh, and somewhat stiffly I walked us down the hall to my bedroom. Fortunately the door was already ajar so I pushed it open and walked us across the room, where I backed mum onto the bed.

"I'm going to be on top," I said as I lowered her to the bed. The bed, as it happened, covered with a lovely floral bedspread which I'd put on to impress mum, and now I laid her upon it.

"Yes please, darling, yes -- I want you on me," mum cried happily, and then as we wriggled up the bed together, "Oooh God -- you didn't half push hard then!"

"Sorry mum -- didn't mean to -- just getting us comfy," I said as I settled myself between her welcoming thighs, "Ready now?"

"Oh yes lover -- take me -- do it, just do it darling!" she said, pulling me into her with her arms around my waist.

Now that I could concentrate on our love-making rather than worrying about carpet burns and stains on the settee, I began to explore her body. I'd never seen my mother completely naked before tonight, apart from very brief glimpses back when I'd lived at home and now I wanted to discover what had been laid bare for me.

Still connected by my rigid tool, I looked mum straight in the face. She was smiling happily and contentedly and her eyes were sparkling. I leaned down and kissed her face -- her cheeks, her nose and slowly down to her lips.....her lips, which immediately attached themselves to mine with a limpet-like suction.

Mum hummed happily as we kissed; an oddly strange thing to be happening but something that seemed to make our connection that much more exotic.

My hands soon found her gorgeous breasts -- I held them both and savoured the texture and pliability of her smooth rounded flesh. I was actually well impressed with their apparent size and firmness and for a while I just luxuriated in the pleasure of holding them.

But the real prize was her nipples -- her sweet cherries or perhaps raspberries -- firm and sweet and absolutely ripe to be eaten! Breast by breast I moved my hands, finding one nipple at a time and causing mum's breathing to become quicker and more shallow as I grasped each nub of flesh and checked it for tenderness.

"Oh please, please, please!" said mum quickly, "Oh don't -- you'll make me cum!"

"Don't you want to cum then," I said, lowering my head to suck one of her nipples between my lips.

"Oh yesssss -- I do -- oh God I do!" she replied, thrashing about beneath me, "Oh don't suck me! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhh! Oh look what you've done! You've made me cum already!"

I love a lady with sensitive nipples and mum's were so perfect for me! They were as good as orgasm controls -- suck or chew them or probably even just squeeze and stretch them -- and your lady's off and running! And mum was indeed off on an orgasmic ride!

"Oh darling, darling, oh Godddd," she cried, "I can't stop -- I can't stop! Ooooooh!"

Her hips were thrusting hard up at my penis which now felt happily trapped inside her; her once easily accessed vaginal lips had closed tight round me and her whole body was throbbing and trembling as she rode out her orgasm.

Mum's legs had now crossed over my thighs to hold me in place; her arms were squeezing me and she was having a wild time!

"It's coming again....oh no, oh no -- not more!" she cried excitedly, her hips jerking wildly, "Oh I am -- I'm cumming again -- oh wow -- oh God!"

Mum was now covered in a glossy sheen of sweat. Her loins were pumping out more juices than I could have ever wished for; her nipples were standing out proudly atop her shaking, quivering breasts and mum was fully immersed in what just had to be one of her best ever orgasms, a fact that she confirmed a few moments later.

"Oh darling -- darling -- that was so utterly intense! That was just what I needed, sweetheart," she sighed, "I haven't had one like that since...since ever! My gosh -- that was as good as a prize any day!"

"Haven't finished yet, mum," I said as I started to move my cock around in the slippery oozing fluids that flooded our groins, "Can I cum too?"

"Oh lover, how thoughtless of me!" said mum pulling me tighter to her, "Yes please, I want you to cum -- I want to feel my lover fill me properly."

"In that case," I said, gently sliding my penis from her hole and moving down the bed, "I'm going to make damn sure you cum with me!"

And before mum could object, I latched my mouth onto her lovely wet vagina!

Mum almost screamed -- in surprised delight, I hoped!

"Stevie -- what.....what're you doing? Come out of there!" she said, trying to push me away -- her hands on the top of my head.

"Why, what's wrong?" I asked, worried that there might be some problem.

"No-one's ever done that!" said mum to my complete surprise.

"Whaaaat!" I said in astonishment, "No-one's ever gone down on you?"

"No," she said, "It 'wasn't done' when I was young and then your dad didn't like to do it, so I've never had that done."

I was almost lost for words -- my wonderful mother, whom I thought would be more worldly than me, had never had oral sex!

"Can I show you then? Can I be your first, please mum," I said, pleading, "It's not dirty -- it's lovely and if you're prepared to let yourself go, it'll be one of the best things that's ever happened to you!"

"Yes Stevie, alright but be gentle then darling," mum said, "take it slowly, please."

"Of course, mum -- and you'll love it -- don't worry!"

I made my approach again, but this time I started on one of her trembling thighs, kissing it and running my tongue up and down and around; down into the gap that would exist if her thighs were closed together and across her quivering ultra-sensitive inner thigh. Across to her other thigh and down it, gently caressing and loving her body all the way with my lips and tongue. My hands smoothed over the velvety skin of her abdomen as I worked on her; feeling her firm body as I moved around. Slowly I worked my tongue closer and closer to her vagina -- still circulating around it; through her little patch of trimmed hair and down, snail-slow towards her clitoris.

Mum's hands were gripping my shoulders tight as I neared her pleasure centre, but I wasn't about to let her go yet -- there was more gentle teasing needed.

I changed my position, delicately lifting my tongue from her flesh and then reapplying it to her body again right down below her vaginal opening.

Mum jerked violently and her hands gripped me tighter as the tip of my tongue slid gently over her sensitive skin.

"Oh God -- what're you doing?" said mum once again, her whole body trembling, "I'm so tense I could scream! You're teasing so much!"

"Is it good though?" I asked, lifting myself up so I could look at her face.

"It's terrible!" she said, "It's so good I don't know what to say or do!"

"Just let it go mum, enjoy!" I said as I settled back to my delectable task.

Deciding that I'd better make some quicker progress in case I'd cum before I even got inside her, I slid upwards, bringing my tongue up one splayed and swollen lip of her crease, gathering samples of her plentiful juices as I went. The wafted scent of a healthy ripe woman filled my nostrils as I swept my way up one side of her trough, before crossing to the other splayed lip, twitching the tip of my tongue over her clitoris as I went.

Mum was crying out unintelligibly as excitement upon excitement built inside her as I drew nearer and nearer to her clitoris.

"Oh! Oh! Oh darling, darling! Oh my God -- that's wonderful -- oooooooh! Yeeeeeessss!" she almost screamed as I touched her fine upstanding clit. I pulled away to let her calm down a bit...and took in the sight before me.

It hasn't been all that often that I've come across such a 'tidy' pussy as my mother's. Her outer lips were smoothly hair and blemish free and her inner lips didn't hang down -- they merely protruded fractionally between her outer lips. Or they would have done except that her outer lips were now splayed wide from her sexual arousal and they were swollen and reddened. Bubbles of sticky lubricating fluid leaked from her hole as I watched, to trickle down her crack. Her clitoris was large enough to grasp between my lips -- large and yet still unobtrusive.

Mum's incredibly erotic female scent filled my nostrils as I came closer again and now my mouth hovered right over her hole -- that pulsating, leaking, flushed little orifice that soon would be filled by my penis.

But right now it was my tongue that stretched out and using it like a dart, I pushed my way inside her slippery hole. Mum jerked hard and started quivering all over again as I intruded into her flesh; then began groaning and moaning as I stimulated her further. Another trickle of her sexual lubrication ran from between her lips, paving the way for my entry. I licked it up, enjoying the almost forgotten flavour of wild wet pussy.

But first I wanted to deal with her clit, which I'd teased but not loved so far. I moved a tiny bit further up the bed to get a better angle of attack and slowly lowered my open mouth around it.

I could hear that mum was holding her breath -- she knew that something was coming but she didn't know what it would be.....until I slowly closed my lips around her little fruit.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!" yelled mum in shocked delight, "Oooooooo -- oh wowwwww!"

She grabbed the back of my head and I thought she was going push me away but instead she pulled me harder against her flesh, grinding her clit into my mouth.

"Oh yes -- yes -- I love it -- yessssss!" she cried, "don't stop -- suck me -- lick me! You're making me cum! Ooooooh God -- YESSSS! Cummming! Cummming! Oh I'm cummming!"

Strumming my tongue quickly over and around her clit sent her into orbit -- she was going like a rocket! Her whole body was thrashing around the bed -- her hands were slamming down on the sheets -- her head was rolling from side to side and her thighs were shaking and splaying as wide as they could! I almost expected to see steam venting from her!

Then slowly she came back to earth and lay there, legs and arms splayed out; exhausted, twitching and panting hard. I sat up and looked up at her, watching her final orgasmic vibrations and shivers course through her.

"Was that good" I asked with a silly grin on my face.

"Good?" she said, "You bastard -- you got me cumming so hard it hurt! Come here sweetheart, I need you."

With that I leaned forward and, using my hands and arms I worked my way up the bed until I was right above her, then I slowly lowered myself onto her, still keeping the weight off her with my forearms.

She reached up and pulled me closer to her and our lips met and locked. Lovingly we kissed and adored each other, our tongues playing love themes on our teeth, our bodily fluids intermingling -- and for a while we just lay there.

But down below something stirred!

My cock had been solidly erect and ready for ages but now he was becoming impatient. Laying as he was, right across mum's vagina he began jumping, jerking and throbbing as if knocking for an entrance.Mum looked into my eyes and smiled.

"You ready to come inside again?" she asked and I nodded.

"Ready to finish what we started!" I said as I lifted my groin slightly away from hers. My penis levered himself upright as I slid fractionally down my mother's body and he slotted smoothly into the groove. In moments he was soaked in mum's generous liquid offerings and I looked at her again.

"Ready?" I said and it was mum's turn to nod.

"Yes darling -- I'm all yours," said mum softly.

I pushed upwards slightly, feeling the initial firmness of our flesh before the lubrication allowed us to slide smoothly together and pushing a little more I felt my penis slide deeper and deeper into the place I'd come from. It wasn't a thought that bore thinking about but one to savour -- to accept that now I was home again.

Deeply embedded inside my mother again, I slowly moved my penis about, feeling the structure of the unique cavity that so pleased my cock. So tight and yet so giving; so hot and yet so soothing, so tiny and yet so accommodating -- no wonder men love making love to women!

Gathering myself from my dreaming, I started to move in and out, steadily, deeply, firmly until mum began to breathe faster -- for a while just enjoying the wonderfully illicit pleasure of having sex with my mother. That added a certain piquance to our love-making -- like that little something extra that finishes off a great entrée before you start on the main course.

For a while now, I changed my strokes to shorter ones, concentrating my movement just inside her hole -- which seemed to have the effect of getting my mum to start pushing her hips up to meet me. And now I began varying the speed and depth; the angle and the pressure, as I attempted to stimulate both her G-spot and her clit -- and it was working!

Mum was audibly panting, as was I, and our bodies were starting to slap together as we both worked to bring each other to a climax. We were already too highly stimulated to make this fuck last for long, but it would be one to be remembered!

"Getting there?" I asked, trying to gauge when to bring myself up to the boil.

"Yeah -- yeah -- ooh yes -- oooh -- ooooh!" mum cried, as my strokes continued to drive my penis into her palpitating and trembling vagina, "Very close now, love, very close. Bit more, darling -- yessss -- there -- there! Oohh yesssss!"

Faster and faster I pounded and mum's body leapt back at me as we slammed our sex organs at each other in a frenzy of impending orgasms!

"Gonna cum mum, gonna cum," I panted, my last few powerful strokes having taken me over the edge.

"Oh darling -- yessssss -- cum in me -- fill me please!" she said, "I'm with you right nowwwww!"

"Uuuuuuh -- oooooooohhh!" I groaned as the first powerful jets of creamy sperm flooded from my penis, "uuuuugh! Aaaaaah!"

Mum too was cumming just as I did and for a moment she was silent; frozen; before she orgasmed. And in a last crescendo of activity we let rip; thrusting, pounding, shaking, grasping, pushing, screaming, panting, flooding -- until there was nothing left...

I rolled off mum, too knackered to stay in the saddle, my cock pulling wetly and with an audible squelch from her flooded entrance and I lay beside her, the pair of us now almost steaming and totally drained.

"Oh Jesus -- I never knew it could be like that," said mum, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Was good, wasn't it," I grinned back at her, "What have I been missing?"

"No - what have I been missing?" said mum, drying her tears with a tissue, "all those years with your dad and I never came like that before."

She looked at me.

"I think you'll be doing a lot of gardening this autumn!" she said, winking prodigiously!

"Definitely mum, and your garden will get plenty of fertilizer from now onwards!"

"Oh -- thinking of gardening," said mum, "I've had all of my prizes so next it'll be your turn."

"Not for a while please," I groaned as I tried to sit up. I failed and lay back again beside mum.

"Somehow I think I'll wait for another time. Anyway, I've just had my prize!"

And I think we drifted asleep, together and content -- mother and son -- lovers now, in the same bed of flowers.