Olivia gathered the wild mushrooms from the heavily wooded area nearby her cottage, her soft footsteps crunching lightly on the dried leaves which carpet the ground. She hummed merrily as she grasped each thick, meaty stalk and gently tugged it from the moist ground. As her delicate fingers slipped around each girthy fungi she was reminded of her dearly departed husband's cock. Actually, more than reminded her... She bit her lip and her eyes darted quickly across the landscape. The trees were quite thick and no roads or paths came near her neck of the woods. She was isolated, an outsider. Just her and her 22 year old son Eric -- who was nowhere to be seen. She remembered -- he had taken one of the milking goats and gone to the markets to sell it for a few gold coins.
Her hand wrapped around a mushroom that was particularly appetising. She could feel a slight throbbing between her thighs and her cheeks flushed a little. Was that a warm breeze she felt under her long dress? She brought the mushroom up to her nose -- it smelt earthy and fragrant. She brushed off the dirt. The shape was... perfect. She didn't wear any under garments as her dress was ankle length and thick. She looked around, satisfied she was alone -- and settled down in her favourite spot. A soft moss covered a little nook beneath a tree -- creating a comfortable seat which reclined a little. She popped her little wicker basket down and took the fat, luscious mushroom in her hand as she sat. She adjusted slightly and licked the mushroom. A quick taste, she thought. She slowly inserted the stalk into her mouth, moistening its length. As she did, her other hand slowly lifted her dress as she slipped a finger into her slick depths. She pushed a second in -- she was getting excited at how wet she was -- which only made her wetter. Her 'shroom dildo was now ready for use. She took the stem from her mouth and inserted that king brown right into her gaping pink folds. She shifted her now dripping finger as she did so, to rub her clit. God, it feels so good!
She could feel every veiny ridge on the mushroom rubbing against the sides of her, slick with her juices. Her fingers danced on her clitoris as she rammed the stalk repeatedly inside her -- starting slowly and increasing speed until she felt a tingling sensation. She slowed down; she wanted to really enjoy herself. Olivia continued sliding her vegetable dildo in and out, gradually moving her wet fingers from her clitoris to her pussy lips, she scooped some of her juices into them and gently inserted one, then two into her perfect, tight little anus. She gasped quietly as she did -- gosh it was so tight! Her head tilted back in ecstasy. This was her favourite part. She pushed that fat veiny fungi deep inside of her, the spongey stalk grazing her G-spot and exciting her further. She was so close! She sped up her vaginal assault, faster and faster, until her back arched in pleasure, the sensations surging through her as she moaned loudly, bringing herself to orgasm.
She slowly extracted the 'shroom dildo. It was sopping wet. A goopy drip plopped onto the grass as she got up. Satisfied, Olivia wiped the glistening mushroom on the ground and added it to her basket as she carried on with her gathering. After a while, her basket was full and she headed back to the cottage. As she came upon the homestead, she heard a splashing noise. Quite sure that the noise had not come from her nether regions, she curiously poked her head around the corner of her home. She was not expecting visitors.
It was her Eric! He was taking a bath, basking in the golden afternoon sun. They had a beautiful wooden tub adjacent to the cottage. In winter it was too cold to bathe regularly, but it was now warmer and both mother and son took frequent cleansing dips. However, they usually maintained a proper separation. Olivia wasn't sure why her son was not at the market -- that goat wasn't going to sell itself -- but somehow, she didn't feel angry. Actually she felt quite... curious. It had been years since she had seen her son naked. Maybe it was because she had just pleasured herself with an earthen fungi and was still worked up, but... she wanted to see more.
Eric raised a hand and started wiping his underarm. He was facing away from her and she was sure he did not realise his mother was standing mere feet away from him. She craned her neck further around, trying to see if she could get a glimpse into the tub and see more.
Eric's hand moved back down into the tub and disappeared under the water. Sadly, it seemed as if he was a judicious soap user and Olivia could not see beneath the sudsy surface. Suddenly, his shoulder started moving up and down. Small waves started rippling around his back, crashing upon his shoulder blades. He was masturbating! Well, like mother like son...
Eric started to breathe heavily as he worked his unseen cock harder. This was becoming unbearable for Olivia. She was watching her son jerk off in the tub, and all she wanted to do was help. The gentle and guiding hand of an experienced woman would temper his youthful vigour. Look at how hard he was tugging now! It wouldn't do -- this was far too rough for such a young man. She was surprised, considering his age. Perhaps he hadn't found any suitable women in his late teens and early 20s to practice with. Clearly, it was her duty to step in to assist.
'Oh Eric, what ARE you doing in that tub?'
Olivia made herself known and strode forward. Eric started and looked around guiltily.
'Oh... hi Mom! Umm, just taking a bath. Hey, I was going to take that goat to market, but I was filthy and then uhh... I got distracted and then it was too late. I'll do it tomorrow!'
'Hmm yes, very distracted.'
Awkward silence.
