"What are you doing? The highway is the fastest way."
"I just thought we could run by the old Sparks place for old times sake, Mom."
"The fishing place? We haven't been there in years! I would love that!"
I drove to the picnic area where we had done our fishing. It hadn't changed a bit. It was nothing more than a clearing with a couple of tables. The river was no more than 20 yards away. It brought back old memories. It was one of those magical West Texas evenings where the fierce heat had given way to a pleasant breeze.
Mom was crying softly. Her memories were of Dad and Sammy, both of whom died over a year ago.
"You and Sammy caught your first fish here. And those times we sent you two down to explore, your father would fuck me on this table."
"I will never look at potato salad the same again. Speaking of that, I didn't stop here for the memories."
I pulled my cock out. She smiled and pulled her shorts and panties down and she sat on the table. This put her at the perfect height to fuck standing up. She was wet and warm when I entered her. Tillman had indeed stretched her. I could tell she was tender so I took it slow and easy.
I had her legs on my shoulders when we heard the pick-up truck pull into the clearing. We scrambled to cover ourselves as best we could. Old man Sparks climbed out of the truck and looked us over.
"Joan, you doing okay?"
"Yes. We were passing through and decided to stop for a while. You remember Jonathon, my son?"
"Yup. We spoke at Sam Sr.'s funeral. When you said you would take care of your Momma, I had no idea. I suppose it's your business. Shut the main gate when you leave."
As he drove off Mom giggled.
"I don't think we will be able to fish here any more!"
"Nope, so we might as well finish up. Let's get naked."
"Okay, don't be so gentle. I'm a little sore, but it's a good kind of sore. I'm used to getting it hard and fast on this table."
Being naked outdoors really pumped up my libido. Or maybe it was getting caught balls deep in my mother's pussy by one of her (and Dad's) oldest friends. It also could have been the story Mom was telling me of her night with Tillman. But whatever it was had her hotter than I had ever seen her.
"Sparks wife will probably get a good pounding tonight."
"Lily can take it, I just hope I don't run into her for awhile. Speaking of being pounded. I believe you owe me one."
She got back on the table and thrust her legs apart. 'I will tell you more about last night if you want. Do you want to hear what a slut your mamma can be when she wants to be?"
"Yes, I want to hear it."
"He was able to stay hard after our 69. I was horny for his odd looking dick. As you can imagine, it slid in easily — at first. The head was normal. The base was so wide it stretched me. But it felt wonderful. He knew how to use it, too. When he had it all in he had a twisting motion that made it even better."
Between every word was an "unh" as my dick bottomed out. She continued.
"He turned me over to do it doggy style. You know I like it that way. His cock felt even better that way."
"Did he cum a lot?"
"Which of the three times?"
That sent me over the top. I added my load to Tillman's remnants.
"I just know that when he came this first time, there was a good bit dripping onto the bed. Not as much the next times"
"Oh, and he plans to come see me later in the summer!"
******
About a year and a half later, I was entering a local clothing store, and I heard a soft female voice call my name. I looked to my right and saw Lily Sparks! This could be uncomfortable. We had made it a point to avoid the older couple since the picnic table incident. I just hoped she didn't bring it up. That was too much to ask.
"Hi Jonathon, you have certainly grown since you and the family used to come fishing. How's your mom?"
She gave a sly smile. "And I don't mean in bed."
My face burned with embarrassment.
"Look Mrs. Sparks, it...I...we...
"Call me Lily. And don't worry, I'm not here to judge. I think it is sweet that you to provide your poor widowed mother's, shall we say, intimate needs. Everybody in town thought something like that was going on since you moved in with Carol and her boy. Tongues do wag."
This was the first time I saw her through the eyes of an adult rather than as the child who fished on her land. She was tall, maybe 5-7, and thin. Her breasts were barely large enough to break the smooth line of her chest. He legs, though lovely, we somewhat spindly. Her dark brunette hair had a few streaks of grey. The closest celebrity resemblance would be a circa 1960's Katharine Hepburn.
I knew that she had had her 60th birthday a year or so earlier, and her husband was about 12 years older.
"I do want to thank you and Joan."
"For what?"
"That day the Herman caught you, er, defiling my picnic table, he was aroused enough to do me some good that night. Once he told me what he had seen, I was worked up myself, if you know what I mean. Herman's once or twice a year isn't cutting it anymore."
"And on my picnic table! My monthly book club meets out there, You could have at least put your shirt under her ass!"
She laughed out loud at her own wit. I was just glad that she wasn't really mad.
"Herman and I used to camp out there when we first got the place. He cleared the area and built those tables. We may have even dallied about on that very table."
"So you dallied and we defiled. I see."
"I think what you did, and I assume still doing, is the sweetest think I have ever heard. After that horrible accident your momma needed comfort. We all need comfort from time to time."
She moved in close to me, putting her hand on my shoulder. Her face was an inch from mine. She smelled of old flowers.
"If you want, meet me in the lady's dressing room. I've got to try on a few things. I know the saleslady and she won't mind if I have a man's opinion."
She spun around and entered the store. I stood there watching her walk away with an exaggerated hip sway that made me wonder how her ass looked. I had a feeling I would soon find out. She shopped a while, finally scooping up several items to try on. I finished my shopping in ten minutes.
