Lucille lifted her leg as high as she could but was still unable to get her foot to clear the top stoop of the stile. She had no choice; she was going to have to hitch her skirt higher. Self- consciously, she pulled it up to mid-thigh, lifted her leg again and stepped over. Jordon was waiting for her on the other side, glancing away as she stepped down. She was sure she had noticed him looking at her legs and wondered how much he had seen up her skirt. For the first time in over twelve months, she felt a tingle in the pit of her stomach which was quickly replaced by disgust. Why the hell would her son want to be looking up her skirt.
Jordon pointed over to the far corner of the field where the small copse of trees was situated and where they planned to have their picnic. For nine months, his mother had not left the house, ever since her husband had died suddenly in a car crash. He had not been alone sadly. The police had later told Jordon that the woman in the vehicle with him had been a 'street girl' and that he had been three times over the drink-drive limit when he left the road and ploughed the car into a tree, killing them both instantly.
Jordon had felt completely indifferent; he had never liked the man. Thomas had only been his stepfather, his real father having done a bunk the moment his mother had found herself pregnant.
She had married Thomas when he was only two years old and they had gone on to have another child, his sister Sally. He and his stepfather had never got on. Thomas only had time for his daughter; she could do no wrong while Jordon would be blamed for any trouble that she got into. He was a bully as far as Jordon was concerned, who had made their lives a misery over the years. It had continued up until a few months before his death when Jordon had finally had enough one day and threatened to put him on his arse, something Thomas suddenly realised he could probably now do.
As he led his mother across the field, he could not dislodge the picture in his head of her legs and thighs as she raised her skirt and stepped over the stile. For a moment, he'd had a view of her inner thigh, right up to the gusset of her panties. Up until that moment he had never thought of her in any other way than as his mum, but that view up her skirt had made him realise that she had pretty good legs and he found himself thinking that it was a shame that she didn't show more of them. He imagined her undressed, acknowledging that her figure was not bad for a woman of her age. But then he thrust the thought away, why the hell was he thinking of her in that way, she was old enough to be his "mother". He smiled to himself as he recognised the irony, pleased to have reached the far end of the field and put down the quite heavy picnic basket.
Together they spread out the blanket before opening a bottle of wine they had brought with them, Jordon pouring them a glass each before they clinked their glasses together.
'Cheers,' he said, taking a sip of the cool liquid.
The day was getting hotter he thought, pulling his vest top from his torso, his body already tanned from the time he had spent outdoors under the sun's gaze this summer. He lay back and closed his eyes against the glare, the only sounds, were those of passing birds and insects as they buzzed around them. Occasionally the noise of a tractor somewhere in the many fields was carried on the breeze.
Lucille was also getting hot, the blouse she was wearing, though white and lightweight was sticking to her skin as she perspired. Looking across at her son her eyes lingered on his toned bronzed chest, before slowly moving down to his waist, groin and his bare thighs and legs. She shook herself.
'Jesus Christ get a grip of yourself woman,' the tingle in her stomach had moved and she felt embarrassed at where it had come to rest. She helped herself to another glass of wine, attempting to slake her thirst and distract her mind.
Jordon sat up, noticing the rivulets of sweat that ran down his mother's face.
'Why don't you take your blouse off if you are getting too hot? Besides, you could with a bit of a tan.'
Lucille was shocked, fancy her son suggesting that she undress in front of him.
'I can't do that; it would not be right that you see me naked.'
He laughed, 'Mum, I'm not going to see you naked am I, you're wearing a bra which is no different to a bikini top, so what's the problem?'
He was right she supposed, but still, he had never seen her even partly undressed. She sat for another fifteen minutes, but eventually, she had to capitulate. With her face flushed with embarrassment, she undid the buttons of her blouse and eased it from her shoulders, instantly feeling the cooling effect of the slight breeze on her moist bare skin. Jordon tried not to look but her pale skin attracted his attention. Her bra of light blue pulled her breasts together and pushed them upwards, creating quite an inviting cleavage. Her breasts while not large looked to be more than a handful, the skin smooth and free from blemishes. He wondered what her nipples looked like, conscious that he could feel a growing urge between his legs. As she lay down, she hitched up her skirt, baring more of her legs and attracting Jordon's attention once again. Finally, he had to turn on his front, the bulge in his shorts becoming conspicuous. Meanwhile, Lucille had polished off another glass of wine and was feeling tipsy, normally one was her limit.
On a sudden drunken impulse, she stood and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the ground and stepping out of it before lying back down. Jordon could not take his eyes off her now, his gaze roving over her body while the stiffening in his shorts became more pronounced. He turned his head away from her, looking off into the distance and trying to think of anything to distract himself until his cock had subsided. Lucille had just started her fourth glass of wine when he suggested that they have something to eat. She needed some food in her he decided before she became so pissed that he would have trouble getting her home. He put sandwiches and titbits on paper plates before opening a tub of salad and taking two bottles of soft drinks from the hamper, intending to try and get her away from the wine for the moment.
'Glad you came?' He asked her.
She had been reticent to leave the house. All the town had been talking about what had happened, the gossipmongers out in force, and she had responded by locking herself away.
She nodded her head, her mouth full of food. She was glad that she had let him persuade her, relishing being out in the fresh air but still requiring to be away from other people.
'So, what do you intend to do next? Do you think that you will date again at some point?' Jordon asked, watching as her face turned dark and mean looking.
'What! So that another man can fuck me about and treat me like shit.' She spat vehemently. 'All men are bastards!'
He was taken aback, having never heard his mother use coarse language like that.
'Am I included in that statement?' He asked, wounded by the viciousness in her voice.
Her face softened and she smiled, 'I'm sorry Jordon, of course not, you are the only one that has always treated me with any respect.'
His face brightened, as her mood changed. 'It's only because I love you, you know,' he said and laughed, trying to lighten the conversation once more.
They had eaten, but Lucille had not touched the soft drink. Instead, finishing the glass of wine she had. Putting her arms out straight behind her, she leant back on them and then asked him the most surprising of questions. 'Have you ever sunbathed naked?'
He stared at her, wondering where that had come from.
'Well yes, I have done a few times when I have been alone.' He told her.
'What does it feel like?' She wanted to know.
Jordon was not going to tell her he had been naked here several times, usually with a girlfriend, as they took the opportunity for some al-fresco sex.
But his mother seemed to have read his mind, 'Have you brought your girlfriend here? Is that why you were naked?
'Did you.........?'
She stopped, suddenly aware of what she had been about to ask him and going bright red, 'Sorry, Sorry Jordon, none of my business.'
She knew she had drunk too much and that it was suppressing her inhibitions. But her original question was still niggling at her.
'What did it feel like to be naked out here?' Spreading her arms and indicating their surroundings.
He thought for a moment, 'I suppose it felt quite liberating, it's not something that normally happens, and so to be outside and naked is quite refreshing. It's also a little bit exciting, probably that element of possibly getting caught heightens the senses.'
His answer made sense Lucille decided, she knew that he'd had several girlfriends but none of them seemed to last. Looking back, the longest one had managed four months. He never fell out with any of them, several still visiting the house, even if now only as friends. A thought came into her head, one that she was not able to dislodge. If it had not been for the drink, she would never have thought of suggesting it.
'Could we sunbathe naked?' She said very quietly, 'I will if you will.'
Jordon's head jerked around, surely; she was pulling his leg. But he found her looking at him intently with a hint of devilment spread across her face.
'I don't think that's a good idea mum, it could cause embarrassment.'
'Rubbish,' she responded drunkenly, 'I have seen you naked before, hell, I've even wiped your bottom.'
What she was saying was perfectly true, what she had failed to mention was that he was probably only two at the time.
'Anyway, I promise not to get embarrassed, come on, please say yes,' she pleaded.
Jordon was only too aware that it was the drink talking.
It wasn't her embarrassment he was concerned about as he reluctantly agreed. Sliding his shorts down, he felt the slight breeze around his genitals as he concentrated on keeping everything under control. He was fine until she reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, lowering it slowly and releasing her breasts.
That was when his problems started, her tits were fantastic, her areoles large and covering the front of each orb. But it was her nipples that got him, each was a darker brown colour and must have been at least half an inch long. Instantly his cock reacted, starting to thicken and expand as she lay back and wriggled out of her panties before treating him to a perfect view of her beautifully manicured pubic mound.
He lay down trying to keep his mind blank, but the minute he closed his eyes images of her appeared. He was sucking on those tantalising nipples, or he was laid between her thighs as her legs wrapped around his waist.
