Lemuel had driven to the far side of the lake, he and his mother would be relinquishing their roles as caretakers in the next week to ten days, the thought filled him with apprehension.
The clearness of the day, the cold, and the silence helped him think.
When they returned to their small town, would it change things, would his mother return to the church, and if so, would she reject the life they'd led in Winter Camp.
Mother and son fucking each other in the remote wilderness was all very well, but would the same need be there in civilisation. Would she regret her wild sexuality and go back to being the well-respected deaconess and a pillar of both the church and the community?
Lemuel had no desire whatsoever to find a girlfriend and settle down to marriage and fatherhood, this last winter had provided him with the best sex he thought it was possible to have. He looked across the lake and saw the light go on in the kitchen window, it helped make his mind up, so far, he'd treated his mother as his sex toy, not that she didn't like it, he knew it was the best sex she'd ever had, the thought of losing her was too much. Was it possible that he was in love, with his own mother!
Starting from today he would treat her as his girlfriend, he turned his vehicle round and headed to their cabin, he knew what he was going to do.
She was busying herself in the kitchen when she heard him draw up outside, he'd been acting moody for the last couple of days, she couldn't understand why, they were heading back to their home, with money in the bank, everything was looking good.
'How was it, everything okay?'
'Perfect, there'll be nothing to do for this last week, we can just relax,' he smiled despite his concern as to what the future held. I've got a personal project to do in the morning, how about I cook the meal tomorrow, we'll celebrate with a date night
'Fine, we can spend all next week watching porn and screwing each other stupid, oh wait a minute, that's what we do every day.' Lemuel got hold of her in a firm embrace and slapped her on her backside.
'Okay so I admit you're right, if the weather continues to improve, we can explore the countryside, what do you think?'
'I look forward to it, in the meantime what are we doing after dinner,' then as if inspired she continued, 'I know, how about we watch porn and then screw each other's brains out?'
Lemuel had raised her skirt at the back, and this time the slap was on her panties, 'there's more where that came from, he admonished her.
'I'll sort out the evening meal,' she said pushing him gently away, 'why don't you go and rest?'
He leant forward and kissed her on the lips, she was surprised, but kissed him back, this was not like him, 'go and rest,' she repeated.
Later that evening.
'I've worked out what I'm cooking tomorrow.'
'Oh, and what is it?'
'A surprise.' He smiled.
'We can both play that game, should I go and remove my stockings?'
Lemuel squirmed, his mother had him beat, 'crab and prawn cocktail, out of tins of course.'
Elizabeth nodded in agreement. 'And.'
'Steak, homemade onion rings and mushrooms, washed down with the best red wine that we have left.'
As he spoke Elizabeth stood and lifted her skirt, she made to remove her stockings but merely took her time adjusting them, Lemuel breathed a sigh of relief, 'you had me there,' he told her. She smiled, 'serves you right, it's nice to have some control over you, what next?'
'Come sit on my knee,' he unzipped and removed his penis, 'it's looking a bit floppy, could you.... er, you know, put your mouth around it?'
'Hey, date night isn't until tomorrow,' but nevertheless she walked over and dropped to her knees and without using her hands sucked him into her mouth, he groaned his appreciation.
After a few minutes of pleasuring him, she tucked his penis into her cheek and spoke, she was just clear enough for him to understand, 'hard enough?'
'Yeah, thanks, just stand up and turn round, lift your skirt,' she did as he bid her and then she felt his fingers hook in her panties, slowly pulling them down until he was satisfied, she could sit down on his penis. He checked that she was wet with his fingers and guided her over the head of his penis, 'you can lower yourself down now.'
She did so with a long-drawn-out sigh, 'That feels good.'
'For me too,' he agreed, and switched on the TV, choosing a porn video about woman having sex in a car, it was a British vid, it showed a woman lowering herself over the gear stick, she was facing backward, and she leant forward to take a cock in her mouth.
'I never realised there was a disadvantage to driving an automatic,' Elizabeth told him.
The next segment showed a young lady, naked from the waist down, apart from stockings, lower herself over the tow bar.
'How the heck did she get to take that,' Elizabeth leant forward, almost in disbelief, 'I hope she cleaned the knob first, and it must be cold.'
She had inadvertently gripped Lemuel's penis with her vagina. It was time for them to come, she pulled his right hand to her clitoris and rose and then fell, up and down his shaft and she came. Sinking down breathless, 'you haven't come, have you?'
'No, I assume you have?'
'Boy, have I come, why didn't you show me this one sooner?'
'I must confess that I had no idea you loved cars so much.'
She remained silent for a moment, fucking that gear stick with a cock in her mouth dominated her thoughts, she lifted herself off his penis and turned to face him, legs wide apart she enveloped him, 'well that went in no problem, now it's your turn to enjoy an orgasm.'
She bounced up and down on his cock, 'umm, I like this position, it's good exercise.'
He said nothing, his hands on her thighs, feeling in the tension in her suspender straps, it was this that brought him to a climax, she slowed her movements, one hand on his shaft keeping him inside as her movements became less until the inevitable happened and he fell out.
