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I took a small bite of my sandwich and chewed it carefully, grinding the bacon into tiny bits to suck out every ounce of flavor. I took a swig of juice, put the bottle down, then reached back and casually flicked the hem of Mom's skirt up a couple more inches. Another bite was chewed as slowly as the first while I stared at Mom's legs. They really were very nice. I glanced at the rise of her buttocks and then looked higher. Was that a smile? It was so faint I couldn't be sure, especially with hair scattered across her face.
I picked up the orange juice, drained the bottle, and placed it carefully in the back corner beside Mom's sandals. I was sure Mom smiled then. I stuffed the last of the sandwich into my mouth and chewed it slowly while I looked around. It was a nice day for early spring, especially with the sun shining in the back of the wagon and casting a bright light that reached almost up to Mom's butt. I pushed the hem of the skirt higher until it matched the border between light and shadow.
I had to look twice to distinghish that border from the line dividing Mom's bare skin from the white leotards, which weren't leotards at all. Mom was wearing white stockings that ended just over halfway up her thighs. Between there and the hem of the dress, there was thick slice of bare thigh.
I ran my eyes down Mom's legs. Her calves were nicely rounded and her knees weren't knobby like mine but tapered up in smooth lines until her thighs thickened just before disappearing into her skirt. The skin looked tender at that point and I reached out to confirm that hypothesis but Mom spoke before I could connect.
"There's another sandwich there if you want it."
"Maybe later," I said, surprised by how thick my voice was, revealing an excitement that was at a higher level than I thought.
Mom definitely smiled then. At least, the hair that covered the side of her face moved. I pressed my finger onto the tender inside of her left thigh just above the white stocking and her leg shifted. I moved to the same spot on the right thigh and it shifted too. Mom's legs were now inches further apart, defining a 'V' that invited inspection further into the shadows of her dress.
I had touched Mom there before, of course, but only through a hole or rip in her pantyhose, and now there was obviously only panties to between us. The picture of her open legs leading to just a thin covering of panty was incredibly exciting. Betraying my thoughts, my cock stiffened vigorously in my pants.
Feigning calm, I absently moved my left hand to my belt and loosened it as my right reconnected with Mom's inner thigh. I stroked the inside of her leg from above the stocking to her knee and back, switched over to the other leg and did the same, fully expecting Mom's hands to stop me but they stayed flat on the comforter above her elbows which were tucked in tight to her sides.
I was thrilled Mom hadn't protested the caress on her bare skin but the twitch of her inner legs worried me that she was nervous about my touch being so close to what obviously wasn't protected by pantyhose. I had to remember that the only time I had touched her there was after accidentally pentrating her hose.
My belt now loose, I struggled to unzip my pants. My hardening cock made it difficult to get the zipper down and I winced as it caught in my shorts. Biting the bullet, I reluctantly withdrew my right hand from Mom's legs to help unzip my pants, this time having the forethought to push them down before turning my attention back to Mom.
I reached forward to brush the hair away from her face to get a better impression of how she felt about what I was clearly about to do. Regarding her open thighs, I counseled myself not to do anything stupid to ruin that welcome. Mom had let me caress her bare skin and if I was smart I wouldn't call attention to it. Gently, I spread more of Mom's hair onto her face, as if covering her eyes would make what we were doing more acceptable.
I leaned forward until I was resting on my left elbow and put my right hand back on Mom's right leg, below the knee. The hair covering Mom's cheek stirred as she breathed through it. I tickled the back of her knee for a bit and then moved up to mid thigh level. Once there, I caressed both right and left legs and only moved higher by stretching my strokes closer to her knees as if I was simply expanding the range of my touch.
When Mom seemed used to my touch, I lifted the hem of the skirt and dropped it onto her buttocks, hoping she couldn't feel what I was doing. Whether or not she could, Mom didn't react and I was soon looking at her spread open legs and a narrow strip of white panties that disappeared between her cheeks.
I had never seen anything like it before. Not in real life anyway. The panties reappeared beneath Mom's cheeks, the bulbous lips of her pussy barely contained and threatening to fold around the widening but still narrow strip of white panties that perfectly matched her stockings. The prominence of the labia as well as the groove between was plainly evident even under the panties. Being so close to my face, no more than six inches away, the fragrance emanating from the panties made my head feel light.
Taking a deep breath, I inched the tickling fingertips of my right hand higher. When they crossed into the hollow part of Mom's thigh near the edge of the panties, the hair covering Mom's face moved from a sharp inhalation and again from breath expelled just as quickly. Other than breathing through her hair, Mom gave no sign she was aware of my fingertips scratching the extremely tender skin on either side of her panties.
I tickled and scratching an inch away from the panties stretched tightly over her sex and as inobtrusively as I could used my left hand to brush the skirt from the top of Mom's buttocks onto the small of her back above her waist. Her whole ass was now bare except for the panties clutched between her cheeks. I marveled at the way those cheeks clasped and trembled in response to tiny moves of my fingertips now only fraction of an inch from Mom's panties.
A more pungent odor filled my nostrils and I breathed in deep to savor it. I blew between Mom's legs as if to push the scent back to its source to prevent it from escaping and dissipating into the open air. I wanted to keep it bottled up for my own pleasure. Mom's ass twitched under my hot breath so I blew again, causing a similar reaction. I blew harder, got down on my chest to get closer and blew again as Mom's quivering thighs widened even more to accommodate my girth.
I blew and blew and Mom's ass rose up to expose more of the treasure covered by the tiny panties. I got so close my forehead pressed into Mom's bottom and she surprisingly cocked it up even more instead of pulling it away. I had been wondering how I could make the first contact with Mom's panties without startling her into prevention mode and it now seemed I had unintentionally solved the problem. The first step had been take but I couldn't get my fingers closer because my head was filling the space between her legs.
Who says we're controlled by our thoughts? My brain became aware of the next action only after it had been executed. My tongue pushed out and touched Mom's damp, pungent panties, poking into the groove I was now too close to see. Her panties thrust onto my tongue, plunging it deeper into the cleft. I curled the tip up and dragged it along the groove, straightened and returned it to its original position, and dragged it up the groove again. The second unplanned step had been taken.
Rather than pulling away as I feared expected, Mom twisted her ass even higher to expose more of her panties to my exploring tongue. I licked her panties again and again. Soon, I found I could get my hands under Mom's legs and helped her get her ass higher so my lips could help my tongue. I lathered her panties with my tongue, twisted my head to engage her lower lips with mine, and even tried to munch on her puffiness.
In an effort to get even better access, my hands lifted Mom's legs so high that she ended up on her knees. I buried my face between her legs and eventually moved my knees to the side so I could more comfortably lean over to lick her panties. At some point, I realized that by licking across her panties, my tongue was pushing them to and fro and the stiff tip was flicking across Mom's bare pussy.
Fully conscious of what I was doing, I pushed my tongue deeper. It slipped easily inside her slippery lips and delved into her cunt with caused an immediate lurch onto my slick, wiggling little snake so I shoved it in as far as I could.
I reached around the front of Mom's left leg and then up to cup her panties, stretching my longest finger along the groove and rubbing its base on the little knob at the top that I knew she liked having touched. Mom vibrated on my finger and I plunged my tongue deep into her cunt again and again in time with my stroking finger.
I frigged Mom's clit and rooted around with my tongue while she shuddered and clutched my hand with her legs. Mewling sounds spilled from the pillow as Mom's legs writhed around my hand. She was coming.
I pulled my head up and pushed my right hand onto the back of her panties, intending to rub it for her from both ends but she was moving so much I missed and my fingers pushed beside the panties, as my tongue had done, and plunged into Mom's cunt.
I was shocked for a second or two but Mom's legs simply closed over my fingers and her butt shoved back so I pushed the two that had gained entry further in, twisted them back and forth, then pulled out and shoved them back in. Mom cried out in pleasure so I fucked her harder with my fingers, jamming them in until the knuckles compressed her lips, flexing and twisting my fingers before pulling out and jamming them back in again.
Mom wailed loudly when she came which made me wonder how she had managed to remain so quiet when she had come in my room. She was much wilder now, however, her hips tossing her cunt furiously back and forth on my fingers and then just as violently rubbing her clit forward on my left hand.
A series of jerky hunches marked the end of Mom's orgasm and she became still except for her heaving chest. I moved in close behind her, my hard cock aching for contact with her skin, but her thighs snapped shut. I pushed my undershorts down to my knees and tried to steer my meat between Mom's thighs from behind but her legs were clamped too tight.
In frustration, I flipped Mom's skirt from her waist to her shoulders and reached underneath for her tits but her panties caught my eye and I grabbed them instead. I tried to yank them off but barely got them over Mom's ass before they stuck at the top of her thighs, refusing to go down any further.
I was staring down at Mom's bare ass, which was a real treat for the eyes, but I was too desperate to admire it for long. I grabbed my cock and steered it toward her fleshy globes and pushed until it was lodged between them. Grasping her panties again and pulling up by each hip, I pushed, angling my cock down until it slipped under Mom's cheeks and inside the panties. I shoved in hard and my cock skidded, rubbing along the underside of Mom's pussy as the panties kept it in close until the material in front prevented further progress. I pulled back and shoved again, pulling up on the wings of Mom's panties to force my cock against her pussy and groaned as it skidded through her pulpy, wet lips.
I fucked Mom like this, not actually penetrating her cunt but rubbing my shaft through her drenched, naked slit. It was like dry humping but felt much, much better. Mom's elbows were braced against the floor and her hands gripped the comforter hard. Nothing could stop me now, not even some farmer stopping beside us, and I think Mom sensed that.
I fucked her hard, grunting my pleasure aloud the way Mom had wailed hers. I knew that one day Mom might let me fuck her for real and it would be like this. The thought made me super horny and I lunged all the harder into her, rocking the entire car with the force of my thrusts, and laughing loudly when the springs started to squeak. I backed off a little when I noticed Mom's head and shoulders slamming into the pillow but soon picked up the pace. She hadn't complained, so what the hell.
And then I was coming, spurting my goo inside Mom's panties. It squeezed out onto her legs and dripped onto her belly and thighs. Mom wailed and pride surged through me, knowing I had made her come twice. She was throwing her hips around and that made my cock feel even better, forcing new goo up my shaft.
We stopped, breathing hard, with Mom still on her knees, head hanging down, and me leaning over her. Gradually, as we caught our breath and Mom's legs stretched out, I moved back to accommodate her. Eventually, we were stretched out with me lying half over Mom. The sound of birds and distant mooing filtered into the car and I became aware of the warmth of the sun on my legs. I knew se should get dressed and go but it felt so nice, cuddling Mom like this.
I woke with a start. Mom was sitting up beside me and was just finishing cleaning herself up. There was a bag beside her from which she had extracted a towel and a tub of baby wipes.
"Here," she said, holding both out to me.
I cleaned myself up as Mom got out of the car and followed her as quickly as I could. She was standing a few feet away, gazing at the pastoral scene below. I moved close and put my arms around her. We watched the scene below for another minute or so.
"We should get going."
"Not yet," I said.
We stayed for another minute and then Mom moved away.
"Remember," she said. "Don't let them pick the time or the place."
On the way back to the car I spotted Mom's panties in the tall grass where she must have tossed them. It bothered me that she had littered but also amused me to wonder what the farmer would think if he saw them. On the drive back into town I thought about them again and couldn't keep my eyes off Mom's skirt and the expanse of bare thigh showing above her stockings. Funny, Mom hadn't shown any leg above the knee on the way out but now the hem was above almost to her panties, or where they would have been if she hadn't tossed them away. I couldn't stop thinking about the bare, swollen pussy hidden just out of sight under the skirt and knew she was aware of exactly what was on my mind.
That night I wondered what would happen after the fight. Would Mom consider her work done or would she continue to help me face the world? I had come so close, so very close. Would she actually let me do it for real?
*****
On Monday morning, I convinced Gordie and his pals, Bud and Rob, that we should force the issue with the Johnsons.
"We should catch them off guard so they won't have their whole team with them."
That made sense so during lunch break, we set off from our corner of the school to opposite one where the Johnsons usually hung out. Normally, if I tagged along with Gordie and his pals I had to follow behind but this time neither Bud nor Rob wanted to be up front. I led the way with Gordie a step behind and his pals lagging several feet behind him. I couldn't believe they were following me. I felt good despite knowing what I was getting in to.
There wasn't anyone at the Johnsons corner which was strange. We started back to our own corner and when we rounded the one between we ran right into them. Evidently, they had gone in search of us the other way. We were both surprised.
Mike and Jerry Johnson were in the lead with Darrel, Gary and his brother Tom in a clump behind. Surprise number two: we were pretty evenly matched because several of the Johnson crowd were missing. Mike and Jerry were each almost as tough as Gordie but Bud and Rob were more than a match for Darrel, Gary and Tom. The open question was 'Could I make up for the two-to-one match against Gordie?' If I couldn't come close we would be in big trouble because Bud and Rob wouldn't take on either Johnson directly.
Everything happened really fast.
Gordie came abreast of me on the right side to face Mike Johnson, the tougher of the two brothers. Bud and Rob stopped about five feet behind us while Darrel, Gary and Tom circled around to the side. Gordie kept his eye on the Johnsons but I watched Bud and Rob turn to face the others. That's when I saw the missing Johnsonites. Four of them had been following us along with a crowd of spectators almost as large as the one following the Johnsons.
There was nobody to counter the four newly arrived Johnsonites. Jerry Johnson faced me with a surprising measure of respect. I had expected him to take on Bud or Rob and for me to be either ignored or handled by any of the lesser Johnsonites. I guess the black belt incident had been taken seriously. I saw doubt in Jerry's eyes and that shocked me.
Darrel, Gary and Tom looked a bit worried facing Bud and Rob but the lesser Johnsonites were over-confident as they always were in the presence of the Johnsons. Goofy catcalls issued from mouths controlled by the childish brains they had brought to a school fight. Turning back to face Jerry, I thought about Mom. In that instant of clarity my grown-up mind knew exactly what needed to be done and I acted.
I lunged forward and grabbed Jerry by the right wrist and the neck and whipped him around a full 360 and then another hundred and eighty, tossing him with great force into the four Johnsonites behind us. They all collapsed in a heap with one screaming something about his eye. Bud and Rob stepped toward Darrel, Gary and Tom and the latter withdrew. I whirled around to face Mike who had already landed a stunning punch on Gordie but he pulled back when I passed my brother and bore down on him.
I didn't see the fist coming. It slammed into the side of my face and stopped me cold. Mike lunged at me and I instinctively launched into one of the few Judo moves I had learned, stepping aside to grab him and using his own momentum to hurl him behind me, right into his brother who was just getting to his feet. They both went down.
The rear guard Johnsonites were also getting up but they withdrew at the sight of both Johnsons on the ground. Gary and Tom had already fled and Darrel was nervously backing away, not relishing taking on either Bud or Rob on his own. Gordie joined me and we both advanced on the Johnsons.
"Get up!" Gordie yelled at Mike, pissed that he had been suckered and looking for revenge.
I stood at his side and faced Jerry. The crowd was silent, drenched with anticipation, as Gordie and Mike faced off. They closed in on one another and the fists flew. It was a fast and furious exchange with both landing heavy blows. After a minute, both drew back, panting and bloody. It was a stand off.
I looked at Jerry and adopted the stance I had been minimally trained to do, hoping it looked threatening. "Go for it!" I demanded.
He shook his head and backed away to stand by his brother. It was over. Within a minute we drifted apart, neither side making any smart ass remarks that might restart the fireworks. Even the lesser Johnsonites knew enough to keep their mouths shut.
I didn't know it then but nobody would ever pick on me again.
*****
Gordie told Dad about the fight at dinner that night. Dad was ecstatic and Mom, who would normally be unhappy about such an exchange, seemed pleased. I didn't expect anything to happen that night but was hepped up for a Tuesday after dinner treat the next day while Gordie did the dishes by himself.
However, Gordie didn't fill in for me. He rightfully pointed out that the deal was over and done with. I pleaded with him to do another week and even offered to pay extra but Gordie wouldn't budge.
