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Teaching Mum to Drive
The immediate effect of a sunny, early spring day in England is something akin to one of those Disney movies where everyone and everything has been held in suspended, frozen animation until, with a flick of the wrist, the spell is released. Of a sudden it's a world in full technicolor, everyone is laughing, the public parks are strewn with half-naked bodies lapping up the rays, women are strolling around in skimpy dresses and the cafés have taken full advantage and dragged their tables out onto the sidewalk. Life is fun again and there's everything to look forward to.

My mum seemed to have been infected by this new lust for life as well, and just this morning had dragged me out early to drive her up into town where she had shopping to do. With a glint in her eye she had emphasized shopping. Now shopping is not for provisions, shopping is for trawling the boutiques, trying on and rejecting shiploads of clothes, experimenting with newly-discovered scents, and discovering whether a diet through the cold winter months had succeeded or not, so that she too might burst out into the world like a newly-formed butterfly.

That is why we'd made a generous estimate of four or five hours before meeting up so I could drive her home. I didn't mind, I had my university work to do, and so a coffee with my books, seated at one of those tables on the sidewalk was no big deal.

I wasn't immune to spring-fever either though, and I was frustratingly well aware it had been quite a while since I'd had a girlfriend. So, with such a parade of feminine wares constantly to-ing and fro-ing, I was totally distracted and in the end simply closed my books, ordered another coffee and settled in to watch the free show. And what a show... asses wiggled, bosoms jiggled, hips swayed and whole expanses of flesh were displayed... I was in love with the entire female of the species.

Even this pair of cougars loaded down with fashion bags, curling towards my table. I thought I recognized one. She was a pal of my mum from work at the local Health Centre. I hadn't seen her in a while and at first glance I didn't recognize her so casually dressed. Her mate was the one who attracted my attention though, in a creamy light dress that was low-cut and figure-hugging at the top and splaying out around the bottom, emphasizing the succulent motion of her hips probably accentuated by those killer heels. Her hair had blond highlights set into it and it fell lusciously in waves down across the spaghetti straps to her bare shoulders. She was laughing in agreement at something her friend had said, her eyes twinkling, and they barely threw a glance in my direction as they undulated past this gawky guy, probably sitting there with his mouth wide open, the cup halfway to his lips. Phew...

Their subtle perfume lingered pleasantly in my nostrils, probably because I sensed they'd come to a stop behind me and were giggling at some joke or other. Scraps of their whispering came to me...

"He didn't..."

"I told you, didn't I...?"

Then Mum's friend had turned back and was standing in front of me again, grinning widely.

"Hi, we just passed by and I thought I recognized you. Jamie, isn't it? Jean's son? I'm Dianne, I work with Jean down at the Health Centre?"

"Yes, of course. I'm sorry," I scrambled to stand up. "I thought it was you, but, you know, without the uniform..."

"Oh, right - different clothes, different persona haha..." She glanced up and winked across to her friend.

"Er, would you like a coffee? My mum's in town and should be back any time now. Maybe..."

I was out of my league. This woman who was looking me up and down as though I was her next meal was experience in stiletto heels. I was just another notch on her musket. She was the Cleopatra to my little asp. I might get a nibble, but I'd die in the process.

"Well I'm in a bit of a rush, but I think my friend here might like to keep you company..."

Her friend came out from behind me and stretched out her hand.

"Hello. Jamie, is it?"

I clasped her smooth hand.

"Yes, I..."

I stopped. She was beaming. Her cheeks were like apples to either side of her broad laugh, her white, regular teeth all the whiter for their dark frame of lipstick; her neck all the longer for the scooped neckline and twinkling pendant lying in the valley between her breasts; her breasts all the more entrancing for the amount of flesh on show.

"I... I... wow."

"Well, I'll leave you two to it then, shall I? See you later then, Jean." She leant over and they exchanged kisses on the cheek. "You too, Jamie, 'bye..."

With that she grinned at the two of us and, to Jean, my mum, mimicked a call on the phone as she sauntered away.

"You can let go of my hand now, Jamie." She smiled. "If you want to, that is..."

"I don't... I don't..."

Only a few hours ago my bespectacled mum had waved me a cheery goodbye and strolled off, in jeans, blouse and useful shoes, her mousy-colored hair pulled tightly back into a severe bun, into the crowd and vanished immediately, her nondescript frame blending seamlessly into the jostle of people.

Now, out of that crowd, had appeared this, this vision, this goddess... and I still held her hand.

I must have seemed like one of those ventriloquist's dummies, wide-eyed and vaguely stupid, my mouth opening and closing but nothing actually coming out. So Mum put down her bags, reached out with her free hand and placed one finger over my lips.

"Get me a coffee and let's talk."

I did, and we sat opposite one another at the table. I hadn't taken my eyes off her even when ordering the coffee.

"You don't have to look so stunned, it's me..."

"How can I not look stunned? I mean, you're...stunning..."

She blushed. "Why, thank you for that."

"What's with the...?" I made circles around my eyes.

"Contacts. I thought I'd give 'em a shot and they're very comfortable. I'm just sorry I didn't try them earlier, but then, you know..."

I did know. As a family we'd been in limbo for the past eighteen months or so since Dad had passed away. We'd made the necessary adjustments over that time - I'd transferred my courses back to the local university instead of the other side of the country so that I could help Mum from home and be there for her. We'd downsized the car from the 4x4 to a secondhand Ford Focus and Mum had taken a job at the Health Centre.

So, that first winter we'd just been numb. Come the summer we'd constructed our new reality, and sometime during this last winter, apparently Mum had decided to face the future head-on instead of simply surviving.

"Mum, I've got to say it again, you're gorgeous."

"But I'm still your mum."

She'd dipped her head in an effort to make contact with my eyes which had been focused more on her significant bosom than on her face. She smiled as I found it my turn to blush.

"So I take it you approve? With bits of me at least..." She said that with a laugh, thank heavens.

"Of course I approve! Not that you need my permission of course... I'm happy that you're happy." My rampant tool certainly seemed overjoyed.

"Mmm, yeah, that's what Phil said..."


"He's a consultant over at the Centre, deals with trauma and stuff - it's not all broken bones and flu jabs over there you know. Anyway, he said that my being happy would rub off on those around me. And I can see you're happy..."

"So you've got a Doctor Phil as an adviser?"

"Haha. Yeah. A bit younger and a lot more hair though... and dishy with it too."

"Oh, I see, so you two are an item then?"

"Mmm... purely professional at the moment, but if I play my cards right..."

And, I don't believe it, she puckered her lips at me and jiggled her front. I must have turned crimson at that, because she laughed out loud.

"Sorry love, I'm a bit out of practice at the seduction bit..."

"Umm, believe me, you've got nothing to learn..."

We both laughed at that, but then mum's face took on a more serious aspect and she leant over towards me, grasping her coffee cup in both hands. I was a bit distracted because I thought one of her tits was going to dip into the coffee and I'd get to see her already flimsy dress turn transparent...

"... more independent, I need to be able to come and go whenever I want..."

"Er, what? Sorry, independent? You mean you're throwing me out?"

"No, silly. I mean I don't want to have to rely on you all the time to go places - like today. I mean you've got better things to do than lug your old mum around everywhere."

"But I enjoy lugging my once ordinary but now scrumptious mum around everywhere ... it's good for my image, the girls'll think I'm really hot, managing to hook a looker like you..."

"Hooker? You think I'm dressed like a hooker?"

She looked down at the amount of bosom she was exposing.

"No mum - a 'looker' - 'hook a looker', not 'look like a hooker'..." I laughed. "I see the only ear treatment you had done was to get those fancy earrings..."

"You like 'em?" She swung her head from side to side and her hair lifted to show off the pear-drop rings glistening in the sun.

I leant back in the chair and took in the whole of her loveliness.

"Yeah, Mum, I like them. And I love the whole new you."

"Well good. Now, back to the independence bit..."

I sighed theatrically, "OK, OK, we'll drop the curfew thing and I'll let you stay out 'til midnight. One minute more though, and you'll turn back into... what you were before."

"Alright, fine. But in keeping with your Cinderella scenario, I want to be able to play with your pumpkin..."

"What?" All sorts of lewd pictures flitted through my mind.

"The Focus. I want you to teach me to drive it."

"Oh. Oh... er, am I allowed to do that?"

"Yeah, I checked it out. If you've had your license over three years, all we need is..." and she bent over into one of her bags, "these."

She planted a couple of 'L' plates onto the table.

"I can't really afford the expense of a driving school. It'd take me ages to pass, now I've got these blonde highlights..."

I looked at her blankly.

"Blondes? Dizzy blondes? It's a joke."

I suddenly got it, and the two of us laughed together. It was real laughter, not the stuff where you're just going through the motions so as not to embarrass the other.

We were still laughing and chatting happily when we finished and got up to leave, I took Mum's bags, and she sauntered off ahead of me back towards the car. This was my first opportunity to size her up from behind. Had she always had that gorgeous shape? Her buttocks swayed lusciously and the flimsiness of the material let me glimpse the small white triangle of her panties beneath, barely covering her cheeks. Her waist was slim and her hair flowed teasingly down her back, bouncing lightly with each step she took in those heels. Oh God, she was hot. I just thanked heaven I was carrying these large bags which served an extra purpose in covering my hard-on. To one side I caught the glance of a young fellow walking parallel to us. His gaze was also fixed on my mum's ass bobbing in front of him. He must have sensed me watching him and grinned, indicating my mum's ass and miming a 'wow, cor...!' I resisted the temptation to thump him one, probably because I silently agreed with his assessment. I glanced to the other side of me where some old geezer was wiping his spectacles and replacing them in order to get a better look.

Mum turned to glance over her shoulder.

"Oh, there you are, I thought I'd lost you." And she linked one of her arms through mine. The young fellow's eyes opened wide, and I grinned at him as though to say, 'you can look, mate, but she's all mine...'

Reaching the car, we stowed everything into the back seat and got in, me for the time-being still in the driver's seat. I turned to Mum, while trying to keep my eyes away from her legs, where her skirt had ridden up to mid-thigh showing a glimpse of, what was that, stocking tops?

"Well I guess you'll want to start learning as soon as possible then?" Concentrate, Jamie. Don't, whatever you do, don't look down at her breasts, don't gawp at her legs... I was all business. Yeah, right.

She bit her bottom lip anxiously. "I guess so. Time and tide, and all that... Maybe you should tell me what some of the dials and things are? Like, what's that?"

So much for concentration. She reached across to point at a feature, and I used the opportunity to glance quickly into her dress and file away the lovely picture of her breasts slung in their frilly white hammock, to be used in instant replay the first chance I got.

"That's the cigarette lighter, but neither of us smokes..."

"Not yet. Just wait till you've taken me out a few times, we'll both be chain-smoking by then..."

We both smiled.

"Look, maybe just watch me as I drive, and you can ask me anything you like?"

"Oh. OK, let's see, have you got a girlfriend at the moment?"

"Ask about driving!" I laughed.

She knew I hadn't had a girlfriend since Jenny, whom I'd got to know when studying down south. We'd tried to keep up the relationship when I'd returned home, but, what with it being so long-distance, and what with Friday night student bashes serving to undermine it, it had eventually fizzled out. Nowadays studying was the most important thing for me. Well, I'd thought it was until spring had arrived...

I sighed, "No, Mum."

"You should. You're a handsome lad. If I was twenty years younger I'd be all over you." She was looking me straight in the eye, reached over and stroked through my hair.

"You didn't see the bloke walking behind us when you took my arm. He thought we were a pair. He was dead jealous."

"Really?" she grinned.

"Yeah, and there was an old codger on the other side and we made his specs steam up..."

Mum thumped me lightly on the shoulder. "Dopey." But we were laughing, the two of us.

"Let's see then. Alright, gears. You always start off in neutral...this is neutral... you know what? Put your hand over mine as I drive and we can go through the gears together..."

And so it was that we drove all the way home with my hand on the gear-stick and the vision's hand covering mine, not releasing it even when I had to transfer it to the steering wheel to make a turn. I don't know, but it was like there was an electric current between us. Maybe it was the gentle hum of the motor being transferred through the stick, or maybe it was her fingers playing a tune on the back of mine, occasionally squeezing while she was looking at me, but, to tell the truth, it was the most erotic sensation I'd felt in a long, long time. So erotic, in fact, that, arriving home, I excused myself and leapt up the stairs three at a time and into the bathroom, where I just had to relieve the tension in my pants. I closed my eyes and relived those moments of seeing the rise of her breasts, her swaying ass with the triangle of panty, those legs, those stocking tops - ohhhh... I opened my eyes again to find myself opposite the mirror, my jeans round my ankles, my pants round my knees and my engorged cock in my hand... and streams of cum halfway up the glass. I wiped it off, all the while thinking how insane this was - but the picture of her was now so deeply embedded in my mind that there was no denying that I had become totally infatuated - with my mum.

The rest of our day was spent mainly with me sat at the dining table trying my best to look studious with a pile of course books. Naturally I placed the books in such a way that I had only to glance up and to one side to take in my mum's curvy body lying spread out on the couch with her feet up, having removed her heels and allowing her dress to rise up again to those stocking tops. No suspenders. Hold-ups. She, however, seemed to be engrossed in her own book, occasionally reaching down to scratch her leg above her stocking, and...

"You've been on that one page a long time. You got to a hard bit?"

But her gaze still seemed to be concentrated on her own book. I felt like a deer caught in the headlights. Were these magic contact lenses? Could it be that they could see straight through into my brain and know what I was thinking?

"Er, yeah, it's very hard..." I was actually referring to my dick, but...

She looked up and held my gaze.

"You want some help from a dumb blonde?"

"Only if you know anything about chemistry."

"What's to know? I mean, it's only like me cooking in the kitchen. You mix a few ingredients together, and if they all get along you come out with a satisfactory conclusion and a tasty meal." She shrugged her shoulders and looked back at her book, a saucy Romance. Then, "They say love's like that. In this one the author even talks about 'Love's Chemistry'..."

"You mean put the two together and see what happens?"

"Yup. All sparks and firecrackers..."

"And heat burning uncontrollably..."

"Until they become as one..."

"And fuse..."

"And it all boils over..."

"Then you've got to wipe it all up..."

"And start all over again..."

We both laughed then returned to our own books.


The next morning, after a restless night punctuated by frequent erotic dreams, I came downstairs, disheveled, to breakfast.

"Mum, there's a problem. I went on the computer last night to find out about driving tests."


"Yeah, it turns out you've got to pass your theory test first, so I can't take you out till you've passed that."

"That's Ok, I've passed it already."

"When was that?"

"A couple of weeks ago. You think I just sit here watching the telly while you're up there on your computer studying and probably ogling porn?"

I raised an eyebrow. She smiled.

"The good news is that now I've got two years in which to pass the practical test, and," she passed a hand through her hair, "even a blonde should be able to do that..."

"I think you'll pass first time, Mum, I mean, look at you..." I was doing just that while at the same time popping bread into the toaster, "You're the deadliest combination - intelligent and beautiful..." pause for a reaction - a hesitant smile, "If you make a mistake, your irresistible charm'll kick in and you'll just seduce the examiner."

"Oh, really? And what if the examiner's a woman, you sexist pig?" a bigger smile on her face.

"Then just discuss sexist pigs with her in that same tone of voice, jump into the back seat to engage in a bit of lesbian sex and you stroll away with all your boxes ticked..." I leant into the fridge for the butter and marmalade, "Oh, and if you want tips on lesbian sex, there's a good website on my computer upstairs..." I jumped as the dishcloth whipped across my backside.


Over coffee and toast we discussed our plans for the day.

"I thought maybe we'd go out Cranford way, there's that disused airstrip over there. Lots of learners go there for the basics before daring to go out on the road."

"Oh yeah, I've heard of that. Isn't it a place to go and make out in the evenings, like a drive-in movie just without the movie...?"

"Yeah, that's the place...umm, so I've heard..."

Mum smiled at me broadly over her coffee cup.

"Well if you don't know, then maybe that's another reason for checking it out...for your future reference of course..."

She winked and took a sip from her cup and said,

"Alright then, let me just whip upstairs and get changed ..."

She was wearing an old, pretty, flowered dress that she usually wore around the house because it was so simple to wear, just slipped it over her head and that was it.

"Why? You can go like that, I mean no-one's going to see you. Even if they did, you'd wow their socks off just like yesterday..."
"Jamie." She set her cup down, "I did not go to the trouble of reinventing myself just so I could watch some bloke remove his socks and inspect his toenails." She considered. "Now if he were to remove his shirt, that's another thing..."

I looked at her blankly at that, but she just got up, laughed, slid her fingers through my hair to show me she was joking, and left to get changed. That was the second time she'd touched me like that... I shrugged it off.

When she came downstairs again it was like a debutante's entrance to the ball. Her smooth bare legs in white heels were the first to appear, then the hem of a white knee-length pleated dress. As if in slow-motion so that I could appreciate every nuance, her hand came into view, lightly trailing along the bannister. Next, the bodice of her halter-neck dress. Not so décolleté as Marilyn Monroe's, but there was a definite resemblance. Did she pause at that moment on her way down the stairs? Because the moment seemed to stretch more than it should, as if she were giving me every opportunity to capture the sight before her smiling face came fully into view.

"Well? What am I going to wow off? Socks, or shirts?"

I laughed. "Do the Marilyn bit over the air vent, and you'll wow their pants off."

"Oohoo!" she laughed and clasped her hands in front of her, and by so doing, squeezed her lovely breasts together, deepening the chasm between them. She turned her head coyly onto one shoulder and looked at me through smouldering lashes.

"How's this?"

"That's... that's..." I was gasping and grasping for a word, "umm, awesome..." Dick-teasing, sensational, amazing, wondrous, spectacular, jaw-dropping, HOT... "But you'll have to take them off..."

There was a confused look on Mum's face.

"Your heels. I mean your heels... yes, your heels..." Had she thought I meant her panties? In that moment I think maybe I had meant her panties. "You shouldn't drive in heels, it's dangerous. You got flats? Take a spare pair along just for the driving."

"Oh, OK." And she turned round towards the kitchen to bring her other shoes. As she turned, I was half-sure I could detect the exposed swell of a breast at the open side of her dress. I might have been wrong but I think she wasn't wearing a bra.

I went outside to attach the 'L' plates to front and rear. Anything to distract myself.

I did need distracting. But... was she wearing a bra? How to find out? Concentrate! No, not on what it would be like to hold those breasts... and not on if she had taken her panties off... and NO, not on that! Oh God, how was I going to get through this?

I drove us out to Cranford, and because I was trying to steal surreptitious glances down the dress of my mum, who again placed her hand over mine, I think I drove fairly erratically. But that's the one good thing about being a learner driver - people tend to give you a wide berth.

When we arrived, there were already a few cars dotted around the tarmac, each wisely giving the others lots of space. One was hopping along like a frog, another braking with a tortured squeal of tires. In yet another, some husband seemed to be gesticulating wildly at his wife who was slumped dejectedly over the steering wheel.

"Let's, umm, find a quiet spot..."

"Good idea."

We found one. It was along one of the approach strips off the main tarmac, half-hidden between the still waist-high grass and weeds. Mum reached down to slip off her heels and replace them with the flats. She was not wearing a bra.

"Here we go then..."

We both got out from our respective sides, went around and came face-to-face in front of the bonnet. Mum stopped me, grabbed me by my shoulders and pushing herself up against me, planted a sloppy kiss full on my mouth.

She pulled back, smiling, "I just want you to know how much I appreciate you doing this."

I smiled stupidly then continued round to the passenger door in a trance, my tongue savoring the dampness of her kiss and the pressure of her breasts.

Her first efforts were... not a success. We officially joined the froghoppers association.

"Try again, Mum, you've got to sense the moment the clutch is coming into play and at the same time give it some acceleration, otherwise you'll stall." We stalled.

Mum leant her head on the steering wheel.

"Grrr... I'm never going to get this..."

"You will, you will, just be patient. OK. Look, you know what, I've got an idea." And this was such a risky idea...

I told her to get out and 1 went round to her side. Leaning in, I moved the driving seat back as far as it would go, then sat down.

"Maybe this'll work and give you more confidence."

I pushed myself back as far as I could and patted the space on the seat in front of me, between my legs.

"Hop in."

A doubtful look crossed Mum's face.

"What do you mean?"

"You're going to operate everything, but I'll work the clutch."


And with that, she turned round and, pulling her dress tightly around her thighs, backed herself ass-first into the car. Pulled tight like that, it was as if her dress hardly existed and I was granted an intimate view of her tiny lace panties, the crack of her ass jutting up above them. Slowly - oh so slowly but not slowly enough - her one leg reached across me and she sat down, effectively straddling my leg. Wow, she was so warm down there. I immediately regretted wearing my light, cotton shorts. They wouldn't be able to hide any reaction, and reaction there was, as she continued across me by bringing her other leg over and sitting primly between my own. My dick was now being pinned upright into her lower back. Could she feel its heat? Could she not sense its throbbing? If she did, she gave no indication, and even pressed herself further back into the seat, wriggling her bum a bit to get comfortable. I gripped her by the waist, my fingers resting on the material of her dress with my thumbs latched onto her bare skin where the dress was scooped at the back. I leant my head onto her shoulder so I could see what was in front of us and, OK, I admit it, to gaze down into my mum's front.

I was in heaven and I was in hell.

"Right then," I said, pushing my foot down onto the clutch, "first gear, give it some not too much.." I lifted my foot and we pulled away smoothly.

"Now," I pressed the pedal once more, "into second..."

We repeated the procedure and even moved up into third and fourth, and then the opposite, eventually coming back to a stop in the same place we'd started off.

Mum pushed back into me and reached one arm around my neck. She craned her head and pulled my face towards her and kissed me.

"You're the bestest teacher ever. You deserve a reward." What better reward could I have had than being allowed to press up against a lovely woman, loop my arms around her waist and breathe in her intoxicating scent? I reached up and pulled her hair back and kissed her on the ear.

"That's 'cos you're the bestest pupil."

We both laughed.

"Do you want to try it yourself now?"

She wiggled in the seat again, nudging my dick from side to side.

"Um, no, let's try it again a few times like this, I'm enjoying it."

I had no objections either of course, and so we set off again. The best was when I introduced the reversing manoeuvre and mum had to look backwards over her other shoulder, which gave me ample time to study her over the near side, and note the way her breast tried to escape as she swung her body round and to enjoy the sight of the small mound that indicated her nipple.

Mum was gaining confidence though and, what with continually taking my hand away and then replacing it after pointing things out, that hand had managed to slip itself wholly into the side of her halter top and rest itself softly along her ribcage. Was it because she was so intent on the driving that she didn't seem to notice my hand slip even further inside until it was resting on her stomach and the open palm feeling the rise and fall of her belly as she breathed in and out?

She seemed to be entirely concentrating on her driving, but me, I was now concentrating entirely on how smooth her belly was. I moved my hand slightly and one finger entered the depression of her navel. I think unconsciously I began to move it in a circular motion around the belly button.

"That tickles."

OK, so she wasn't entirely concentrating on her driving. I went to remove it but she brought one hand across and held it firmly in place.

"It's nice."

Was that my permission to continue? She brought her hand back to the steering wheel and I left my hand where it was, motionless. Mum wriggled again and this made my hand slide horizontally across her belly. From that point on we continued in a kind of duality, Mum driving and me sliding my palm across her belly. Eventually both my hands inevitably found their way around her waist and inside her top, rubbing from her ribs at the side, then crossing in front of her and tiptoeing round to the other side. At the same time I was urging my hips forward and Mum seemed to reciprocate by pressing back into me. My fingers turned to a more circular motion and Mum wriggled again in front of me, until suddenly I felt the soft and warm weight of her breasts resting on the backs of my hands.

Mum braked and came to a stop.

"Maybe it's time for me to attempt a solo."

It was a statement, not a question. Had I overstepped the mark? Was this the demarcation line? I extricated my hands from her top and she quietly opened the door, levered herself out and stood waiting for me to get out. I silently got out and faced her. She wasn't smiling - but then she was. She reached out a hand, smoothed my cheek and gently kissed it. Then she took a quick glance down at the obvious bulge at the front of my pants.

"I see you enjoyed it too. We really do have to see about getting you a girlfriend. It's a pity to waste a place like this."

We both looked around. We were practically hidden in the weeds and long grass. People looking in our direction would only see our heads and shoulders and the roof of the car. She reached up with her mouth and kissed me full on the lips. I'd been about to say something so my mouth was half open. A quick tongue darted in, swirled around my mouth and then retreated.

"I told you, twenty years ago I'd have dragged you into those bushes and we'd have only been found a week later."

I laughed an embarrassed laugh, but Mum had already slung herself into the driving seat and sat watching me, or rather, watching my bulge, as I made my way round to the other side, my dick pointing the way forward. I got in. Mum looked down at it, smiled, and, before turning her attention back to the road in front of her, slid her hand across it, squeezing slightly as she went.

"Fair's fair," she smiled, thrust the lever into first, and with a screech of tyres, pulled away. She slammed it into second with hair-raising accuracy and then was already zooming it up into third. I gripped the seat. She was already up to fourth gear in full throttle and was screaming down the tarmac.

"Oh, if this thing had wings..." she laughed and turned her head to find me scrabbling for the ejector release button...

"Hahaha...!" she was grinning all over her face. Then we were approaching the end of the strip. Instead of going down through third gear, she slammed it straight into second and slewed round in proper movie stunt-fashion, then beat the crap out of the engine back to the main gate where she drew in to a perfect stop. She took her hands off the wheel, placed them politely in her lap and turned to me.

"Well whaddya think, teech?"

I allowed the blood to return from my ankles for a moment, then,

"Bloody hell. That was... really impressive..." I nodded and grinned.

"Yeah well, you gave me," she glanced back down at my pants, "confidence."

"Maybe I should take over now 'til we get home? We don't want you getting banned on your first day for doing a ton in a thirty miles-an-hour zone."

She laughed and got out. Once more we met in front of the car. Neither of us thought twice and exchanged a kiss on the lips.

"We've got to stop meeting like this."

On the way home, Mum stretched her hand out again, but not onto the gear-stick this time. She rested it on my thigh close by the edge of my shorts. As I drove I was very conscious of one or two fingers creeping underneath the edge towards my boxers. I changed gears carefully so as not to dislodge her hand. And in order to extend the sensations I was feeling, I slowed down as much as I could without annoying drivers behind me too much. The 'L' plates helped of course, and by the time we pulled into the drive, one of her fingernails was making more tentative explorations along the ridge in my underpants.

I turned off the engine and swiveled towards her. It made her fingers nudge up against my dick. She gave it a quick squeeze and withdrew her hand.

"All that... driving... has given me an appetite," she smiled, "I'll rustle us up something to eat. Have you got time tomorrow afternoon, after I've finished work?"

Apparently it was all stations back to normal.

"Yeah, sure Mum, I've," smiling as well, "enjoyed it too."

"Well then," glancing down at my pants again, "you'd better go upstairs and see to yourself while I put something in the oven."

I raised an eyebrow quizzically, but she just laughed and shoved me out the car door with both hands.

"You think I don't know anything about men? By the way, thanks for letting me play with your, umm, pumpkin, haha." She pranced away. I'm sure she exaggerated the sway of her butt as she did so. Even in her heels it would have been remarkable, but Mum was still wearing her flats...

Shortly after, the bathroom mirror received its now customary layer of cum.

For the rest of the day, it involved us occasionally catching one another's eye then quickly looking away. Moving past each other in the kitchen we sometimes bumped one another accidently on purpose, but made a game of it by exaggerating the swing in our hips. At the kitchen table we sat facing, me with my gangly legs stretched out and Mum 'discovering' them and running her feet up and down them. All this was accompanied by smiles and laughs and good humor. Later, she passed by while I was reading and yet again stroked through my hair.

It would be an understatement to say there was 'something in the air' that day.

"What's a catalyst?" she asked suddenly.

"Let's see. Well, it's something which provokes a chemical reaction between two things that wouldn't normally react with one another, but remains unchanged itself at the end of the reaction."

"Oh." A pause. Then, "Like a Ford Focus maybe?"

I put one finger to my lips and looked thoughtful. "Um, could be... or a pumpkin, maybe..."

She laughed, reached down and kissed me tenderly on the forehead.

"Goodnight then, Jamie, I think we've both had a... hard day. I'll see you tomorrow after work. You'll pick me up?"

"Sure. Goodnight, Mum."

That night the bathroom mirror was spared yet another drenching, but only because whole wads of tissue got a good beating and I later disposed of the pile down the toilet bowl.

Something had to give.


Next afternoon, I drew up outside the Health Centre just in time to see my elegantly dressed Mum storm out, slamming the door behind her. Even from fifty yards away I could see the anger suffusing her face. She slung her bag over her shoulder and strode like a wounded lioness on a revenge mission over to the car. She wrenched the door open and flung herself into the seat.

"Just drive, Jamie"

"OK. Do you...?" I thought to ask the question but left it unfinished as she sat there with her arms tightly crossed and her fists clenched. Should I tell her she hadn't put her seatbelt on? No, better not...

So I drove out towards Cranford. On the way there, Mum's mobile suddenly trilled a strangely upbeat light melody. She glanced at the number and her face visibly relaxed.

I pulled the car over to the verge.

"Hi Dianne...yeah...yeah... I couldn't believe... yeah, that toe-rag, I just couldn't believe it... no, there's no other word for it, he's a total cunt. You WHAT?? In the nuts?? Hahaha... good job he works in the Centre then so he could get first-aid... personally I'd have slammed the door shut in his face and told him to come back tomorrow. I take it he won't be in tomorrow then? ...yeah, that'll teach him all about trauma... yeah... no, I'm with Jamie in the car... mmm, he is, isn't he?" She glanced at me, smiled, reached over and squeezed my hand softly. "Yeah, I'll tell him from you... well, not in those words, haha...Dianne, just...thanks for watching my back OK?... yeah, love you... see you tomorrow then, 'bye."

She clicked off.

"Dianne thinks you're the hottest thing on two legs. Well, she didn't say that exactly, but you get the drift..."

I looked suitably pleased.

"So Doctor Phil got kneed in the nutsack then?"

"Yeah, he deserved it. He started pawing me all over at work, wouldn't lay off. We should have put him on a fucking leash, the bugger..." I hadn't heard this kind of language from Mum in a long time - I don't think I'd ever heard it. I was discovering a whole new side to her. In fact every day seemed to be bringing out a new side to her.

"At least now he can probably be used as a stand-in for the real Doctor Phil..."

"Oh, why's that?"

"'cause when he started groping me I yanked his hair out..."

"You did what??"

"Yeah, turns out it was some kind of toupee..."

The two of us burst out laughing, tears rolling down our cheeks. I held Mum in a tight embrace. We laughed into each other's hair. We hugged until it hurt. We kissed. And we kissed again. Then we pulled apart. I kept my hand on her cheek, smoothing the hair away from her face and, with my thumb, wiping away the tear-marks which had smudged her makeup.

"Nobody should ever hurt you, you're too lovely a person...I won't let them hurt you."

The tears welled up in her eyes again and we were embracing all over again. I stroked her hair, I stroked her back, I stroked her cheeks, I stroked her neck, I licked around her mouth, then she'd opened her mouth and our tongues began their own version of stroking one another.

Coming out of our embrace, I think we suddenly realized we were parked on a main road, and passers-by seemed to be looking at us as if to infer, 'go get a room'.

I turned in my seat. "Let's drive... and, oh, put your seatbelt on?"

She did so obediently, and we pulled out into the lane, hand-in-hand.

We reached Cranford and instinctively I turned into our secluded little road off the main tarmac.

"Well then, Mum..."

"Call me Jean..."

"No..." Her eyes opened wide.


"No. Can I call you Jeanie?"

She laughed. "Of course, Jamie. 'Jamie and Jeanie', I like that..."

"So do I."

We were at a metaphorical crossroads. And the lights had just turned green.

"You want to drive?" I began opening the door.


She got out and came round to my side.

"Push the seat back."

I did so, and she turned around and backed into the car as before. This time though she did it even more slowly and more blatantly. She flipped her dress up at the back, exposing her cheeks bursting out of her miniscule, lace-edged panties, then lowered her butt onto my leg and rocked on it from side to side for a few moments. As she brought herself over my leg and onto the seat, she raised her dress even higher and spread it so that my legs were completely covered. She smiled at me over her shoulder. Her bum was positioned even further back than before, and she lifted herself and then relocated so the ridge of my cock was along the groove of her panties. My legs were tight against her bare legs.
"This is still not right. I think I can make us a bit more comfortable," she said, and brought one hand behind her and expertly flipped the button on my shorts and pulled down the zipper. She didn't need to part them at the top, my dick did that job for her.

"There we are..."

I lifted the back of her dress and gazed down in wonder. My hard-on was pointing out of the top of my boxers and was wedged tightly along the crack of Jeanie's panties.

"Alright then?" She turned her head and smiled back at me. "Away we go then... don't worry, I'm on the clutch this time..."

She pulled away nicely, while at the same time lifting and lowering her ass.

"I never noticed before," she said, "but this road is very bumpy."

Repeatedly she lifted and lowered her ass along the length of my dick, while I, for my part, reciprocated from the seat.

"I believe you're right..."

I gazed in rapture at my dick frotting along her crack. I held onto her hips, then, seizing the moment, hooked the delicate waistband of her panties, stretched the elastic to either side and, the next time she lifted herself, I drew them underneath her cheeks and down to her thighs to expose her smooth white globes. Oh my God... Jeanie bounced even more.

I brought my hands down to my own pants and at the right moment whipped both my pants and shorts down over my ass.

The sight made me almost cum on the spot. My bare dick was frantically rubbing up and down along the bare crack which Jeanie seemed to be moving in all directions.

Then, "Mmm, this seems like a smooth stretch..." and she lifted herself entirely off the seat and waited, two hands on the wheel, one foot on the gas and her bare ass in midair.

I didn't know if she was driving slowly, quickly, or even in the right direction, I just didn't care. If we drove off a cliff now I would die happy.

I levered my dick underneath her and ran it backwards and forwards along her labia. Then it was pointing straight up underneath her and I felt her warm soft pussy lips envelop the head.

Gently, she lowered herself onto it until I was throbbing inside her up to the hilt. We stayed like that for a few moments and I felt her contracting and releasing the muscles of her silky warm cunt around my whole length. I watched hypnotized as her pale bum clenched and relaxed, clenched and relaxed...

"Uhuh, I think it's getting bumpy again..."

She raised herself slowly and my shaft came back into view, the whole juice-covered pole, until I felt my knob-head approach her entrance. She sensed it too, and plunged back down again on top of it.

Again she raised her ass. Again she let me skewer her. And again. She was audibly groaning and began to increase the tempo. Up and down, up and down, her hands gripping the wheel and her front lying on top of it. Everything was vibrating until I could hold it in no longer and I pushed upwards and gushed into Jeanie's slick, sloppy, slithery, wonderful cunt. She herself doubled her tempo a few more times, and with an actual scream of delight came herself with a tremendous shudder.

Her body seemed to collapse entirely over the steering wheel, thereby operating the horn, and I realized belatedly that we were now hurtling along the tarmac, and with a lunge, I reached past her, grabbed the wheel in both hands, and hauled it to one side, braking at the same time. We slewed to a halt and the motor stalled on us. I hadn't been able to operate the clutch as well.

We just sat there for a while, Jeanie impaled on my lap, breathing heavily. She turned her head around to weakly smile at me, her hair drenched in sweat as though she'd just given birth to triplets.

"Thanks, I needed that..."

I smiled back and hauled her off me onto the passenger seat. There was cum everywhere. With her dress waist high, Jeanie reached down to her wide-open cunt from where it was still oozing out. Looking me straight in the eye, she dipped her finger inside and then brought it back up to her mouth and licked all around it.


We were suddenly interrupted by the sound of another engine close by, and another 'L' plated car drew up alongside.

The window wound down and a concerned face looked across.

"You two OK? I saw your car seemed to be out of control there and weaving around a lot - I thought you were going to come a cropper there. You all right, missus? You look like you've just seen death..."

"Yes, I'm fine, thank you. You're right, I'm just coming back down from heaven..." and she smiled sweetly at him while, out of sight, rubbing a hand along my cock.

I assured him we were both alright and that it was my first time with my mum and that I'd got a bit overexcited.

"Yeah," he said, "that's the trouble teachin' your own family to drive, innit?" He gave a meaningful glance over at his own son nervously gripping the steering wheel in the prescribed ten-to-two position. "No dual controls. Stop it before it starts, that's what I say. Well, take care then..."

And with a jaunty wave, he pulled away from us.

Jeanie and I just looked at one another.

"If he'd got out of his car..."

"If he'd just leaned over a little bit..."

"If he'd taken a closer look at your mouth..."


I reached over and, with my finger, wiped away a small glob of white cum from its corner. She grinned and took hold of my hand in both of hers and sucked it off my finger. Then she sucked up and down the whole length, licking around it while holding my gaze...

Tauntingly slowly she withdrew my finger from her mouth and lowered her gaze down to my cum-covered pole. She swept her tongue around her mouth as if to say, 'yummy', and re-positioned herself so that she was now kneeling on the seat. She grabbed hold of my length and her head descended and, at the same time pulling at her skirt, the bare mounds of her ass came up into view. The blond streaks in her hair became like waves in a stormy sea as she engulfed me, swallowed me whole and bounced up and down like a distressed dinghy. I grabbed hold of both her butt-cheeks and simultaneously lifted my hips to try and pull her further into me. I caressed them, I kneaded them, I explored the crack between them. One of my fingers blindly discovered her puckered hole and started to curl around it and to make investigations deeper inside. This initiated tiny squeaking noises and she adjusted her ass to give me better access.

Once again gushes of my cum jetted upwards, only this time to find their way deep into Jeanie's throat. She clenched her ass around my finger and held it there tightly. Not in my wildest dreams had I envisaged this scenario. Not after endless hours of searching the hottest porn sites had I found anything to reflect what I was experiencing now.

Jeanie released my cock and lifted her head. Her arms went around my neck and her open mouth covered mine, her tongue pushing my own cum deep into my throat. Together we swirled it around. I thrust out my tongue and scooped out more cum. She thrust hers out and took it back. Then we were both kneeling facing one another, my one hand around her neck and one open palm stroking her ass. Both her arms were round my neck and we looked into one another's eyes, rubbed noses, pecked affectionately at each other's lips and cheeks and nibbled at each other's ears.

A short while later we exited the disused airstrip at a sedate pace. We passed by the car with the nervous father and his son, and he gave us a double thumbs-up. We smiled and waved back.

On arriving home we parked the car in the drive, got out of our respective sides and I waited patiently a couple of feet behind Jeanie as she fiddled with the lock and opened the front door for us. She went in first, not looking behind, and I nonchalantly followed her, one hand in my pocket, using the other to close the glass-paneled door after me. We both took a couple of steps further inside and then turned and ran into each other's arms, frantically trying to rid each other of our superfluous clothing. When they were in a bundle at our feet, we held each other at arm's length and gazed appreciatively at the sight, this first time that we'd seen each other like this totally naked. Jeanie grinned and did a slow twirl for me, holding my hand above her head, like in the dancehall, so I could inspect the whole package. I did likewise for her. She took in my erect cock and tight ass with the same hunger that I marveled at her trim waist, pale bum and heavy breasts which still did a good job at defying gravity.

Then I cupped her breasts gently in my hands, fondled and smoothed across the pert erect nipples and knelt down in front of her, kissing and licking each one in passing. Her pubic mound was now in front of my nose, a petite triangle surmounting it. I pressed my nose in and the crevice gave token resistance before softly parting. My tongue came out and I licked as far along her labia as I could. Jeanie squirmed and pressed her mound further towards me, parting her legs slightly. Her fingers were tangling themselves in my hair, and when they tugged a bit more sharply, I guessed that my tongue had found her right button. Her knees bent and her legs parted further as she leant backwards, her arms supporting her. My nose and tongue followed her until she was lying fully back on the carpet and she brought her legs up and linked them behind my neck. I half-lifted her by the legs so she was now looking up at me as I slurped and munched away at her cunt. I watched her watching me as I worked, until she closed her eyes and threw her head back in rapture.

"Aaaahhh!! Uhh...Uuuhh...Aaaahhhh... I love you soooo much...!"

I undid her legs from around me, parted them widely and thrust my dick deep into where my tongue had been just moments before. I humped and humped her for all I was worth, her fingernails were making a jagged pattern across my back and then they were grabbing at my bum and squeezing my cheeks like someone dying of thirst trying to squeeze out any last drop of water.

"C'mon, c,mon, c.mon... ooh, God...!"

The dam burst open and I gushed into her yet again to a sound from below like boots running the hundred meters through deep mud... oh fuck, it was so good...

Exhausted, the two of us lay there side by side, an unusual picture, naked on the carpet at the bottom of the stairs, surrounded by the accoutrements of family life - pictures on the walls, a coat-stand, various shoes and slippers, a dainty table... and our clothes strewn all around. I made a bundle of them as a pillow for Jeanie's head and I rested my own head on an elbow, drawing lazy circles around her breasts, toying with her nipples, occasionally reaching over to suck on them and lick them. Jeanie's eyes were closed and there was that smile on her face once again as she gave herself over completely to the sensations I was providing.

Suddenly she opened her eyes...

"A movie. I want to go and see a movie...! Will you take me to a movie?"

"What? I, umm, I don't know if, umm, I don't know if there's anything good on anywhere, I mean...I could..."

She caressed my cheek.

"I'm told there's a good one on over at that new drive-in. You know, the one out Cranford way?"

A lightbulb came on.

"Ah, that one, let's see. Well it's almost dark, I guess they'll be starting very soon won't they?"

"Yeah, and it doesn't matter if we miss the beginning, I'm told it runs on a loop, and..."

"You want to bring popcorn?"

"Yeah... oh, no, better not, it tends to get lodged in all the cracks..."

"Oh, so you've been there before then?"

"Well, once, a while back. It's best in a back seat..."

"Do I have to get dressed up?"

"No. How about me?"



"Yes, your Marilyn dress. Just leave your knickers off this time..."

"But I don't think there's any hot air vents around here..."

"We'll call in at the gas station. They've got free air there for the tyres..."

"Oh, OK then..."


Mum passed her driving test first time. I asked her how it was. She said it was fine. Turned out the examiner was a woman. She said thanks for letting her look through that website on my computer. She smiled, winked, squeezed my dick and pranced away, swinging her ass. How did she do that? I mean, she was wearing flats...

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