Heather raised her head and eased herself up onto her elbows as she glanced around. The forest and the heathlands were glorious at this time of year and it hadn't been hard in the thousands of acres to find a secluded spot. It was the first day of Tim's summer break from university and as the weather was nice, and he had nothing planned, Heather had suggested a picnic. She'd packed sandwiches and a dish of salad along with the usual selection of sausage rolls, meat pies and boiled eggs and as a final afterthought, she had put in a bottle of beer for Tim and a small bottle of wine for herself.
She had done the driving on the outward journey and her son was going to do the drive back, which was why she had gone slightly mad and had far too many glasses of wine. She glanced around once more as her bladder protested, and then turned to her son and told him she was going to spend a penny. He mumbled something, not even bothering to open his eyes as she glanced at his topless torso.
He seemed to have changed since he had been away, growing a little taller and certainly more muscular she had noticed when he had pulled his t-shirt off to sunbathe. At first, after they had eaten and he had stretched out, Heather found it disconcerting, constantly having to look away as her eyes seemed to be drawn to the bulge and the outline visible in the light-blue shorts he was wearing.
She got to her feet, her bladder now bursting as she walked away from him, she had no desire to be near enough that he would be able to hear her urinate and so walked a reasonable distance away and went behind a tree, quickly climbing out of her shorts and panties as she squatted down and pissed.
She had brought a packet of tissues and a small plastic bag with her in case of a situation like this, pulling one out as she wiped herself and feeling relieved now that her bladder was empty. Embarrassingly, that touch on her genitals ignited a fire in her belly as she softly touched herself again. It had been several years since she'd last had sex and while this was not something that she would ever have thought of doing, the wine had taken the edge off her inhibitions.
Heather had married young, to a Frenchman she had met on holiday one year with her parents. He had been older than her, tall and handsome and at first, they had been happy, but eventually, she came to recognise that he had a wandering eye and they had separated when Tim was five, leaving her alone, but at least, financially secure. Tim knew of his father and had met him many times, visiting each summer when he was younger, though that was becoming a little less frequent now that he had grown.
She leaned forward for a second, still able to see her son's feet in the same position that they were in previously as she leaned back against the tree, her fingers rubbing either side of her clitoris as the alcohol and the thrill of doing this outdoors increased the arousal of her masturbation.
It hadn't taken her very long, at one point closing her eyes as she imagined a cock about to pierce her fanny and then feeling disgusted as an image of her son's groin sprang into her mind. Heather rubbed frantically at her minge, alternating between her clit and thrusting fingers inside her passage, unable to dispel the thought of her son's manhood and especially when the image in her head became a naked throbbing erection and her climax exploded.
She found herself panting and feeling overly hot as the sensations finally subsided, the stroking of her fanny slowing until at last, she removed her hand. She kept her eyes closed for several minutes as she savoured her orgasm and got her breathing back under control before taking another tissue and wiping herself carefully. Popping them into the plastic bag, she retrieved her knickers and shorts and made herself decent as she ambled back to join Tim, still snoozing on the picnic blanket.
Heather settled down next to him as he raised his head slightly and peered at her.
'Everything ok mum?' he asked.
'Yes thanks, I'm fine now. I was bursting.'
She lay back and closed her eyes, momentarily feeling dirty, not because of what she had done, but because of the thoughts she'd had, again, when she'd returned, she couldn't help but notice the outline of her son's penis and the bulge that his testicles created. Thrusting it out of her mind, she pictured herself, she was reasonably attractive, although over the years she had put on a little bit of weight, a smidgen on her thighs and hips and a bit more on her waist and tummy, the majority seemed to have gone on her tits which were now quite a lot bigger than the reasonable perky breasts she's once had.
She didn't dislike her body, she just wished she could lose a bit of weight and return to the figure she'd had when she was Tim's age.
The afternoon wore on until at last, it was time to pack the stuff away and head for the car so that her son could drive them back to the apartment block where they were staying. Heather was down visiting her parents, she'd driven down alone, and Tim had come straight here from university for what was a planned two-week break before together, they headed back home. Her parents owned two apartments in the block, their own penthouse suite and another which was used by friends and family whenever anyone wanted to stay over.
Heather had asked her son on the way back what he wanted to do tomorrow. He'd shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he wasn't bothered. He had planned just to relax during this break and so was leaving it up to his mother if there were things she wanted to do.
'Why not spend the morning around the pool and then in the afternoon we can go into town and have a browse around the market and get our evening meal out.'
She nodded in agreement, 'That sounds like a plan,' she laughed.
They spent the evening with her parents, the four of them dining together and then chatting before returning to their own apartment and turning in for the night.
Tim was the first up and about the next morning, the sun already shining through the curtains. After her shower and breakfast, Heather pondered on which swimsuit to wear, opting for a navy-blue flower print costume. She packed some towels together along with several cans of drinks while Tim went to change into his swim shorts and flip flops. Like a true gentleman, once down at the pool, he pulled two loungers close together and offered to apply lotion to the parts of her back and shoulders she could not reach.
Yesterday had been forgotten, that was at least for the first hour and until Tim decided that he was too hot and was going in for a swim. She watched as he dived in, swimming half the length of the pool underwater before surfacing and then lazily doing several lengths before resting at the shallow end. Heather had been about to pick up a magazine to read as her son climbed out of the water and was glad, she was wearing sunglasses, his white swim shorts had turned translucent, and she could quite clearly see his cock.
With a quickening pulse, Heather's nipples had gone hard and the tingling in her fanny was intense, she was grateful for the dark material of her swimsuit because she could feel the spreading dampness between her thighs.
Despite several dips in the pool to cool off, Heather could not get the image out of her head, to the extent that she was feeling randy as hell and was considering whether to disappear up to the apartment on the pretext of getting more drinks, but in reality, to finger herself as the thought of masturbating while imagining Tim fucking her seemed to be ever-present in her mind.
'This is fucking ridiculous,' she thought to herself, before yesterday she would never have considered the thoughts presently going through her head. Not only was she acting like a schoolgirl with a crush, but she couldn't get away from the fact that she was now mentally undressing her son and fantasising about having sex with him, 'What the hell had come over her?'
That afternoon they went into town and wandered around the market stalls, as they passed a department store, Heather asked if Tim minded if she popped in to look for a couple more summer dresses. She was browsing the rails when he approached her without the slightest hint of embarrassment, proffering her a hanger that contained a yellow bikini.
'Go on, go and try it on, see what it looks like.'
Heather hesitated, she could not even remember the last time she had worn one, considering that her fuller figure would look ridiculous in a bikini nowadays.
'If it doesn't suit you, I'll say,' Tim told her earnestly, which made Heather all the more nervous, it meant that he wanted to see her wearing it.
He continued to press her until she gave in, taking the garment as she headed for the changing rooms and a cubicle. Once ensconced, she stripped off, pulling on the bikini bottoms first and looking at herself in the mirror. To Heather's eyes, all her faults stood out, her tummy wasn't flat enough and it made her bottom look big. She took the top and fastened it, pushing her ample bosom into the cups and looking in the mirror once more.
'Oh my God.' The bikini top certainly left nothing to the imagination as it displayed a lot of flesh and her ample cleavage, how could she wander from the changing rooms looking like this?
Tim must have got fed up with waiting as she continued to stare at herself in the mirror, suddenly hearing his voice as he called to her. Drawing back the curtain slightly, she popped her head out.
'You shouldn't be in here,' she hissed at him, 'These are the female changing rooms.'
He just gave her a mischievous grin as he came closer. 'Go on. Let's see what you look like.'
Pulling the curtain back further, she turned a complete circle. 'Well?' She felt embarrassed as he looked at her head to toe, before giving a low whistle.
'It suits you, mum, very sexy. You know what they say. If you've got it, flaunt it.' He grinned as he retreated from the changing rooms.
Heather closed the curtain and gazed at herself once more, his comment had bolstered her confidence as she tried to see herself through his eyes, turning this way and that.
'Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound,' she thought as she got dressed.
Having done a picnic and a morning around the pool, Tim suggested that today they may try the beach with Heather happily agreeing, it would give her a chance to wear her new bikini, she thought as she told her son that she knew the perfect spot. It was away from the main beach amongst the dunes and was a lot quieter than the part used by families.
They'd had a light breakfast and again she had packed some nibbles and drinks while Tim put towels and windbreaks in the car. It was only a short drive to reach the car park and the steps going down to the beach and then a couple of hundred yards to where the dunes began. She carried the bags while Tim forged ahead with the towels, blankets and other paraphernalia, turning to grin at her frequently.
