The next morning, I woke up as stiff as a board. Sadly, the only part of me that wasn't stiff was the only part that I enjoyed being stiff. The couch was only about three-quarters the length of my body, so throughout the night, I discovered just about every way to contort my body to make it uncomfortable.
I woke up earlier than anyone else in the house because sleeping in would not happen. Sleeping in would require one to first be sleeping. I packed up the blankets and pillow, folding them neatly and stacking them behind the couch so that they weren't in anyone's way. I went and made myself some breakfast and took it out on the back veranda. It was a cool morning, but it had the feeling that it was going to heat up quickly today.
Knowing that we would likely spend the morning sitting around talking again, I decided that it might be good to go for a walk. If nothing else, it might help smooth out the crick in my neck and the pain in my back from having to endure the couch last night.
I walked out of the driveway and into the street with no real destination in mind and found myself heading towards the esplanade again. The memories of what happened last time I walked down here came flooding back into my mind, and I smiled to myself as I remembered the first time watching Mum masturbate so openly and so carefree. The pair of us, brazenly making ourselves cum in each other's presence. The sounds she made as she fucked her wet pussy with her fingers will stay with me forever. The little sighs and moans that were distinctly hers, like sexual fingerprints that I would recognise anywhere, seemed to echo in my mind.
I could feel my balls begin to tingle with excitement, and my cock began to swell inside my shorts. I wanted to pull my cock out right here in the street and let people watch as I stroked it, none of them knowing that it was the image of my mother, almost completely naked and masturbating in public, that was turning me on so much.
As much as it was turning me on to remember that amazing moment in time, I was still aware enough to know that time and place mattered and that if I were caught doing what I wanted to, it would end badly.
I calmed my mind as best as I could and continued walking, trying to turn my mind to other things. I got down to the esplanade, but it was still too early for the shops to be open. I sat at what I now considered our picnic table and watched as the town woke up. The fishing trawlers had already left, but there were a few people getting boats ready to take out for the day. Then, as though an alarm had gone off, the people began making their way down the jetty and across the road. They began queuing in front of the café, and I noticed for the first time that the lights were on inside. A couple of minutes later, a woman opened the doors, and they all went inside. They exited one by one, most of them carrying trays of coffee cups, and some had bags containing pastries.
Half an hour later, the early morning freshness was already beginning to burn off. More cars began to arrive, and the magic of the morning seemed to be disappearing at the same time. It was time to move on.
I got up and started making my way back to Granny's place. Along the way, my phone rang, and I saw that it was Mum.
"Good morning."
"Good morning to you, too. Are you okay?"
Her voice sounded soft and warm and sensual, making me sad that I hadn't woken up by her side.
"I'm okay. Just decided to go for a walk this morning."
"I noticed. You seem to do that when you are stressed. Is everything alright?"
I sighed, trying to decide what to say or even how much to say.
"I'm alright, I promise. It just wasn't the most comfortable night's sleep and..."
"And?"
"Well, I missed having you by my side. I missed waking up with you. I missed making love to you."
"Mmmm."
She practically purred down the phone.
"I missed that too. It was only for one night, though."
"What do you mean?"
"How far away are you? Come back, and we can talk about it."
"I'm only about a block away now. I'll talk to you soon."
I could hear the smile in her voice as she spoke.
"Come around to the back veranda, through the driveway instead of the house, and I will have a surprise for you."
She laughed softly as she hung up the phone. I didn't know what the surprise would be, but I had a pretty good idea. I practically ran back.
I was coming down the driveway, my head swimming with possibilities, when she stepped out from behind the gate. She was completely naked, and I mean not a stitch of clothing. Anyone driving past would see her without a doubt. The next-door neighbours would only see her if they happened to be in the yard and looked over the fence, which wasn't out of the realm of possibility but not particularly likely. The neighbours across the road, however, would merely have to glance out their front window, and they would see her, full frontal. She was standing with her feet slightly apart and arms outstretched, welcoming me home and into her embrace. Exactly where I wanted to be.
I wrapped her in my arms as she giggled in my ear.
"You are such a naughty woman."
I whispered in her ear.
"I know, isn't it fun?"
"I fucking love it."
I moved her around so that we were behind the car. Not completely out of view of the street. If somebody looked down the driveway and through the windscreen of the car, she would still be visible. I released her from my embrace and grinned at her.
"I think naughty women should be treated as the naughty women they are. Now, turn around and place your hands on the car. No moving away from it until I tell you you can."
"Ooh, yes, sir. Am I going to be punished?"
"If that's what you want to call it."
I took my shirt off and wrapped my arms around her from behind. I ran my hands down her arms and held her hands against the surface of the car. I growled into her ear.
"No moving away from here or else."
I felt a shiver run through her, followed by a small moan. I kissed her neck and shoulder.
"Or else what?"
