The Vineyard...Plus!
A long summer finally passed...harvest almost over, great summer job worked out swell...JC about to begin! Too bad, though Mom and I had scant time for each other to share ourselves. But this fine early September morning she informed me...."Guess what we get to do? We get to flip those trays of half-dried raisins in the short rows behind the garage," she informed me, "just like last year."
I smiled as she set my late breakfast in front of me because I sure recalled what happened when we finished. We showered together in Dad's crude outdoor shower and shared nakedness for the first time which a few weeks later led to intimacy which led to more times over the past year! "Yes, Mom, that was a momentous day for me and I hope for you also," I replied. She stood close to me as I had my late breakfast as I had worked until midnight at my now 3 evening a week job along with college...I had no school or work two days. She put her arm around me as I finished eating and expressed her appreciation to me, involving her having fun with me and remarking too, at my enjoyment of her likewise.
"We best get to work so we can enjoy one another when the job is done," she said as she winked and smiled to me, continuing, "Your Dad won't be home for lunch as they are harvesting the wine grapes on the other farm."
"Oh, how convenient for us," I commented.
We commenced our chore, working quickly this time...I hardly had time to look down Mom's old ragged dress she wore with the couple of missing buttons, but she made sure I could view her modest swinging breasts.
"I'm glad I saved this old rag for days like today," she opined, " I kind of knew you would like it."
I sure did like it, so much more due to the fact I saw she had no panties on underneath. As we made our way to last few rows, the garage shielded any view from the driveway or road out front, I suggested we maybe should finish the job naked.
Mom answered, "No, son, you know the bright sun and I don't get along, I stay covered...but you know I need to pee really bad. Could you turn around while I relieve myself here in the vineyard row?"
"Oh, come now, Mom, we have nothing to hide, how about all the times I've heard your stream thru the thin bathroom walls, and besides, long ago I asked you to show me why women sit down to pee!
She paused, and said, "Well, now that you put it that way...."
Mom hiked up her dress around her bare hips, spread her feet and let go near a vine. I was so taken by such a simple act, watching her stream start between her legs where I had become accustomed to play! I was quite taken by her patch of hair that had grown back since she shaved it in the spring for my/our benefit...She made quite a puddle, but it dried soaked into the dirt quickly, then I move forward, unzipped and produced my whizzer and let go, adding to the puddle. She was amused, for sure, even more so when I, with a dried grape cane scratched our initials in the pee-mud!
"Don't worry, it will dry up before we drive thru it to box the raisins," I offered, "no one will see it."
She shook her head and agreed. We made quick work of the remaining rows and walked toward the house...pausing at Dad's shower hut. "You clean up here, you are very dusty...I left you a robe & towel...I'll bathe in the house and meet in a there, remember, just wear the robe, nothing else, as I will also," she instructed. We stole a kiss from each other and went our ways...I welcomed the water cascading down my frame, washing away the morning's dust and sweat....I thought of stroking one off, but thought better to save myself for what was to "come" in the house...thinking back a few weeks, Mom asked if I "take care of myself" from time to time...I answered something like sure, to re-live what we have done, and speculate as to what we will do....she chuckled at my response, so out of character for the Mom of my real youth...I toweled off, donned the terrycloth knee-length robe and made my way to the house. I heard nothing, but encountered her at the door from the living room to their bedroom...she had on a similar knee-length house coat, conveniently unbuttoned, of course. We stood at right angles to each other, me quickly reaching to feel her exposed left breast and she deftly reached to fondle my stirring manhood.
"Hmmm," she purred, "I found something I like and so did you."
"You realize I love your titties Mom, so soft, yet so firm around the nipples...I must have enjoyed being nursed way back then," I said.
"Seems like you still do," she agreed, "you know I enjoyed it then as well as now when you give them attention."
I moved to be behind her, rubbing her shoulders as she kept a grip on my pecker...I purposely move the garment off her shoulders, making it fall to the floor. Now the was totally exposed, I rubbed her soft upper arms, a fine example of the mature woman, I felt her wonderful behind rub on me also, as my hands traced to her waist as it flared to encompass those wide hips and of course, her meaty thighs I am so fond of!
"You seem to like my 'pear-shape' body, I guess," she said.
I answered, "Sure do, delicate above the waist, built for comfort below," I countered.
She turned around, facing me and led to her still open bed, we climbed on to it and lay beside each other, kissing, rubbing, and feeling our way around our bodies. I, of course found her nipple and lightly pinched it while the loose fingers explored the soft surrounding flesh...the nipple stiffened, causing her to request me to mouth it...such a good feeling for both of us...she began to moan and squirm a bit, showing she was being aroused...while still tongue wrestling, my right hand made its way down her round bell to the edge of that wonderous pelt of hair...now almost grown back since its "spring trim" my fingers enjoyed rustling thru the light brown, wavy, not curled, strands. While she began to coo lightly, my middle finger searched for her vaginal trench. I soon let my finger delve into her awaiting warm, moist pussy, stretching ever farther inside to ready her.
"Let me get up please," she asked. "I need to get on my knees for you!"
I complied with her request, letting what she said sink in...I was finally going to experience the doggy style of intercourse...the thought made me almost shiver in anticipation. She deftly arranged a pillow for her head to rest on, she then drew her knees up making her hips and behind be presented to me as I had not previously witnessed...I then climbed behind her to admire her treasures....then placed my hands on that pale flesh of her buttocks...how soft and inviting! I nervously moved my hands around, feeling the flesh.
"Hmmmm, do you like my fat old behind?" she queried, "you have seen it move for years, now you can see it still and uncovered."
"Oh gosh, Mom, it looks so nice and sexy," I replied.
I looked closer, noticing that just under that pale skin were dozens of little pink or blue veins and the big turn on of a network of translucent "netting" seemingly holding it together....something only seen on a mature, experienced woman and not shown usually, how lucky I was to share all of her! I was so taken by what I saw, I was probably stalling in my mission to take her in this fashion, she arched her back even more, showing my goal among the hair...I to noticed the soft flesh of the tops of her thigh's insides...so soft, like crushed velvet with a series of wrinkles a few inches long...I tried not to stare too long and then proceeded to move my swollen, rock hard tool closer to her awaiting pussy...I knocked at the door, so to speak, while she rocked back a bit...finally my knob made its entrance to her, she quietly moaned, encouraging me to be more forceful, sure enough, it slipped all the way in...oh how good it felt and looked, me stroking into Mom from behind, her rocking back and forth too, helping the ensuing ecstasy...my pipe glistened with her juices as it retracted, my ears filled with the joyous exclamations me made, making me work ever harder and quickly to satisfy her and me also. I watched wave after wave of the soft tissue beneath the skin of her behind as I bottomed out my groin against her bottom...Wow, the sights, sounds, feelings, and scents of sex...multiplied by who my partner was, Mom! I reached forward with my hand to feel the gyrations her unfettered breasts made as we enjoyed the act...she moaned even more, even squealing some very quietly into her pillow.
A glance to the side revealed our reflection in the dresser mirror...I slowed my action for a moment to watch me...no, US having sex...it wasn't enough just to watch from my perspective at her rear, but yet another to watch from a side view! I now saw her corpulent thigh wiggle and jiggle, just as I had dreamed of only a few months ago, now this was reality! Also, I could watch her breasts swing to and fro, her nipples dragging on the bed, most likely causing more excitement for her as watching it raised my level of pleasure!
This went on a little longer, until the tell-tale signs of orgasm were telegraphed by my toes curling...precursor to my balls evacuating their stored up jizz.
"Are you about to cum, my Son, I'm so ready," she stammered, "are you too?"
I could hold back no more, my dick was covered in her clear juices a bit earlier, was now covered in my white cum, most of which was deposited deep within her pussy...I made sure of that stopping my stroking, to just feel me unloading into her! That's some feeling pausing to feel my last spurts of cum enter her...while I was at full insertion...her supple body flesh ceased its movement, those nice tits stopped swinging and just hung, Mom slowly caught her breath and uttered appreciation for my attention to her...I slowly, as always withdrew my now shrinking erection as a lone runner of cum fell from it...quickly Mom tossed back a small towel, saying..."I'm too tired to strip the bed today," As she also used a towel to place between her legs to contain my deposit I so willingly made.
She rolled to her side, arms outstretched beckoning me to join her...I complied, her arms reaching around me, our lips met...we kissed and smiled at one another, her eyes surveyed my face, her fingers ran thru my hair, her palm caressed my cheek, she inhaled and began to speak..."I had a feeling long ago that these days would happen...certainly on that last time you asked to unfasten my nylons...your hand moved up my hip, I had to stop you then...I thought you were too young, but I remembered for a later day, that being about a year ago when I decided we needed to experience each other...it has sure been pleasurable extending and re-living things with you AND watching you discover and learn how to treat a woman...at least this one anyways."
More Pillow Talk....."For sure, I'm glad you thought that way you did, now over the past year I've gotten to experience first-hand what I had only heard older guys talk about...and I have experienced it from not a young girl, but you, a middle-aged lady...yes, I wanted more in those early "stocking" days, but Wow, so glad it worked out like it has...I gotten to see and yes, feel your entire legs and thighs, your ample hips and behind, those wonderful looking and feeling breasts, your nice belly, and of course that hair down there, you know I like to watch my fingers disappear into that growth, and yes your pussy! I've felt it, fingered it, seen it, um...fucked it, and not to forget licked it! And not to forget, you have sampled my cum in your mouth to boot! And, before I forget you kiss pretty good also," I related.
"Thank you, my Son, Yes, that hair, I was concerned you wouldn't find it interesting like curly hair is on most women, I'm glad you like it, you seemed to like it when I shaved it too, may happen again sometime...I often wonder how something thought of as so bad could feel this good in reality....," she said adding, "Oh my! You are hard again! See what happens when you lie on your side with "IT" against my hip and thigh!"
"I'm sorry, it just happened while we were talking about your body traits..." I answered.
"Oh, we can't let this go to waste, we have plenty time, get on top of me, you sure deserve it'" she exclaimed.
"You deserve it too, for sure," I said as I repositioned myself over her nakedness, she drew up her legs and opened herself for me exposing her pinkness and, yes, the remains of would later would become known as a 'cream pie' the remnants of our just completed tryst. I arose and readied myself for my second entry of the morning...she was smiling, her nipples were their bright pink as they get when she is aroused, her hands were under her knees as I watched my knob disappear into her pussy so quickly and easily and I might add, quite noisily too. Just as quickly her womanhood tightened up on my manhood as it wrapped around me like magic. It was so remarkable, her ability to tighten herself around my tool yet again. I moved a close to her as possible stroking long and quick making her moan some more, even laughing some, I guess at her good fortune to be laid twice in short succession.
"Oh my," she exclaimed, "you are making me feel so young today! I haven't had this kind of attention in bed for years!"
I kept at it for as long as I could until my balls began to contract, sending my load her way...the spurts were strong, but of lesser count than earlier, but to me feeling no less satisfying! In a short while it was over, I extracted myself and wilted down beside her again...we smiled at one another, I thanked her yet again, which caused her to say..."Just being Motherly!"
I smiled as she set my late breakfast in front of me because I sure recalled what happened when we finished. We showered together in Dad's crude outdoor shower and shared nakedness for the first time which a few weeks later led to intimacy which led to more times over the past year! "Yes, Mom, that was a momentous day for me and I hope for you also," I replied. She stood close to me as I had my late breakfast as I had worked until midnight at my now 3 evening a week job along with college...I had no school or work two days. She put her arm around me as I finished eating and expressed her appreciation to me, involving her having fun with me and remarking too, at my enjoyment of her likewise.
"We best get to work so we can enjoy one another when the job is done," she said as she winked and smiled to me, continuing, "Your Dad won't be home for lunch as they are harvesting the wine grapes on the other farm."
"Oh, how convenient for us," I commented.
We commenced our chore, working quickly this time...I hardly had time to look down Mom's old ragged dress she wore with the couple of missing buttons, but she made sure I could view her modest swinging breasts.
"I'm glad I saved this old rag for days like today," she opined, " I kind of knew you would like it."
I sure did like it, so much more due to the fact I saw she had no panties on underneath. As we made our way to last few rows, the garage shielded any view from the driveway or road out front, I suggested we maybe should finish the job naked.
Mom answered, "No, son, you know the bright sun and I don't get along, I stay covered...but you know I need to pee really bad. Could you turn around while I relieve myself here in the vineyard row?"
"Oh, come now, Mom, we have nothing to hide, how about all the times I've heard your stream thru the thin bathroom walls, and besides, long ago I asked you to show me why women sit down to pee!
She paused, and said, "Well, now that you put it that way...."
Mom hiked up her dress around her bare hips, spread her feet and let go near a vine. I was so taken by such a simple act, watching her stream start between her legs where I had become accustomed to play! I was quite taken by her patch of hair that had grown back since she shaved it in the spring for my/our benefit...She made quite a puddle, but it dried soaked into the dirt quickly, then I move forward, unzipped and produced my whizzer and let go, adding to the puddle. She was amused, for sure, even more so when I, with a dried grape cane scratched our initials in the pee-mud!
"Don't worry, it will dry up before we drive thru it to box the raisins," I offered, "no one will see it."
She shook her head and agreed. We made quick work of the remaining rows and walked toward the house...pausing at Dad's shower hut. "You clean up here, you are very dusty...I left you a robe & towel...I'll bathe in the house and meet in a there, remember, just wear the robe, nothing else, as I will also," she instructed. We stole a kiss from each other and went our ways...I welcomed the water cascading down my frame, washing away the morning's dust and sweat....I thought of stroking one off, but thought better to save myself for what was to "come" in the house...thinking back a few weeks, Mom asked if I "take care of myself" from time to time...I answered something like sure, to re-live what we have done, and speculate as to what we will do....she chuckled at my response, so out of character for the Mom of my real youth...I toweled off, donned the terrycloth knee-length robe and made my way to the house. I heard nothing, but encountered her at the door from the living room to their bedroom...she had on a similar knee-length house coat, conveniently unbuttoned, of course. We stood at right angles to each other, me quickly reaching to feel her exposed left breast and she deftly reached to fondle my stirring manhood.
"Hmmm," she purred, "I found something I like and so did you."
"You realize I love your titties Mom, so soft, yet so firm around the nipples...I must have enjoyed being nursed way back then," I said.
"Seems like you still do," she agreed, "you know I enjoyed it then as well as now when you give them attention."
I moved to be behind her, rubbing her shoulders as she kept a grip on my pecker...I purposely move the garment off her shoulders, making it fall to the floor. Now the was totally exposed, I rubbed her soft upper arms, a fine example of the mature woman, I felt her wonderful behind rub on me also, as my hands traced to her waist as it flared to encompass those wide hips and of course, her meaty thighs I am so fond of!
"You seem to like my 'pear-shape' body, I guess," she said.
I answered, "Sure do, delicate above the waist, built for comfort below," I countered.
She turned around, facing me and led to her still open bed, we climbed on to it and lay beside each other, kissing, rubbing, and feeling our way around our bodies. I, of course found her nipple and lightly pinched it while the loose fingers explored the soft surrounding flesh...the nipple stiffened, causing her to request me to mouth it...such a good feeling for both of us...she began to moan and squirm a bit, showing she was being aroused...while still tongue wrestling, my right hand made its way down her round bell to the edge of that wonderous pelt of hair...now almost grown back since its "spring trim" my fingers enjoyed rustling thru the light brown, wavy, not curled, strands. While she began to coo lightly, my middle finger searched for her vaginal trench. I soon let my finger delve into her awaiting warm, moist pussy, stretching ever farther inside to ready her.
"Let me get up please," she asked. "I need to get on my knees for you!"
I complied with her request, letting what she said sink in...I was finally going to experience the doggy style of intercourse...the thought made me almost shiver in anticipation. She deftly arranged a pillow for her head to rest on, she then drew her knees up making her hips and behind be presented to me as I had not previously witnessed...I then climbed behind her to admire her treasures....then placed my hands on that pale flesh of her buttocks...how soft and inviting! I nervously moved my hands around, feeling the flesh.
"Hmmmm, do you like my fat old behind?" she queried, "you have seen it move for years, now you can see it still and uncovered."
"Oh gosh, Mom, it looks so nice and sexy," I replied.
I looked closer, noticing that just under that pale skin were dozens of little pink or blue veins and the big turn on of a network of translucent "netting" seemingly holding it together....something only seen on a mature, experienced woman and not shown usually, how lucky I was to share all of her! I was so taken by what I saw, I was probably stalling in my mission to take her in this fashion, she arched her back even more, showing my goal among the hair...I to noticed the soft flesh of the tops of her thigh's insides...so soft, like crushed velvet with a series of wrinkles a few inches long...I tried not to stare too long and then proceeded to move my swollen, rock hard tool closer to her awaiting pussy...I knocked at the door, so to speak, while she rocked back a bit...finally my knob made its entrance to her, she quietly moaned, encouraging me to be more forceful, sure enough, it slipped all the way in...oh how good it felt and looked, me stroking into Mom from behind, her rocking back and forth too, helping the ensuing ecstasy...my pipe glistened with her juices as it retracted, my ears filled with the joyous exclamations me made, making me work ever harder and quickly to satisfy her and me also. I watched wave after wave of the soft tissue beneath the skin of her behind as I bottomed out my groin against her bottom...Wow, the sights, sounds, feelings, and scents of sex...multiplied by who my partner was, Mom! I reached forward with my hand to feel the gyrations her unfettered breasts made as we enjoyed the act...she moaned even more, even squealing some very quietly into her pillow.
A glance to the side revealed our reflection in the dresser mirror...I slowed my action for a moment to watch me...no, US having sex...it wasn't enough just to watch from my perspective at her rear, but yet another to watch from a side view! I now saw her corpulent thigh wiggle and jiggle, just as I had dreamed of only a few months ago, now this was reality! Also, I could watch her breasts swing to and fro, her nipples dragging on the bed, most likely causing more excitement for her as watching it raised my level of pleasure!
This went on a little longer, until the tell-tale signs of orgasm were telegraphed by my toes curling...precursor to my balls evacuating their stored up jizz.
"Are you about to cum, my Son, I'm so ready," she stammered, "are you too?"
I could hold back no more, my dick was covered in her clear juices a bit earlier, was now covered in my white cum, most of which was deposited deep within her pussy...I made sure of that stopping my stroking, to just feel me unloading into her! That's some feeling pausing to feel my last spurts of cum enter her...while I was at full insertion...her supple body flesh ceased its movement, those nice tits stopped swinging and just hung, Mom slowly caught her breath and uttered appreciation for my attention to her...I slowly, as always withdrew my now shrinking erection as a lone runner of cum fell from it...quickly Mom tossed back a small towel, saying..."I'm too tired to strip the bed today," As she also used a towel to place between her legs to contain my deposit I so willingly made.
She rolled to her side, arms outstretched beckoning me to join her...I complied, her arms reaching around me, our lips met...we kissed and smiled at one another, her eyes surveyed my face, her fingers ran thru my hair, her palm caressed my cheek, she inhaled and began to speak..."I had a feeling long ago that these days would happen...certainly on that last time you asked to unfasten my nylons...your hand moved up my hip, I had to stop you then...I thought you were too young, but I remembered for a later day, that being about a year ago when I decided we needed to experience each other...it has sure been pleasurable extending and re-living things with you AND watching you discover and learn how to treat a woman...at least this one anyways."
More Pillow Talk....."For sure, I'm glad you thought that way you did, now over the past year I've gotten to experience first-hand what I had only heard older guys talk about...and I have experienced it from not a young girl, but you, a middle-aged lady...yes, I wanted more in those early "stocking" days, but Wow, so glad it worked out like it has...I gotten to see and yes, feel your entire legs and thighs, your ample hips and behind, those wonderful looking and feeling breasts, your nice belly, and of course that hair down there, you know I like to watch my fingers disappear into that growth, and yes your pussy! I've felt it, fingered it, seen it, um...fucked it, and not to forget licked it! And not to forget, you have sampled my cum in your mouth to boot! And, before I forget you kiss pretty good also," I related.
"Thank you, my Son, Yes, that hair, I was concerned you wouldn't find it interesting like curly hair is on most women, I'm glad you like it, you seemed to like it when I shaved it too, may happen again sometime...I often wonder how something thought of as so bad could feel this good in reality....," she said adding, "Oh my! You are hard again! See what happens when you lie on your side with "IT" against my hip and thigh!"
"I'm sorry, it just happened while we were talking about your body traits..." I answered.
"Oh, we can't let this go to waste, we have plenty time, get on top of me, you sure deserve it'" she exclaimed.
"You deserve it too, for sure," I said as I repositioned myself over her nakedness, she drew up her legs and opened herself for me exposing her pinkness and, yes, the remains of would later would become known as a 'cream pie' the remnants of our just completed tryst. I arose and readied myself for my second entry of the morning...she was smiling, her nipples were their bright pink as they get when she is aroused, her hands were under her knees as I watched my knob disappear into her pussy so quickly and easily and I might add, quite noisily too. Just as quickly her womanhood tightened up on my manhood as it wrapped around me like magic. It was so remarkable, her ability to tighten herself around my tool yet again. I moved a close to her as possible stroking long and quick making her moan some more, even laughing some, I guess at her good fortune to be laid twice in short succession.
"Oh my," she exclaimed, "you are making me feel so young today! I haven't had this kind of attention in bed for years!"
I kept at it for as long as I could until my balls began to contract, sending my load her way...the spurts were strong, but of lesser count than earlier, but to me feeling no less satisfying! In a short while it was over, I extracted myself and wilted down beside her again...we smiled at one another, I thanked her yet again, which caused her to say..."Just being Motherly!"
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