Charity Begins at Home

We hit the first of the mud obstacles and it was another cargo net. This occasion the idea was to go under and there was no way not to get wet. It was easiest enough at the beginning, crawling on all fours with the net above us, but as we hit the middle the mud seemed to become deeper until finally we had to lie on our backs and pull our bodies along to make progress. The mud was warm in the morning sun and wasn't unpleasant. I didn't have a problem with it but Mom lacked the strength in her arms to effectively make it herself so being the gentleman I was, I was there to help her out. Our bodies by this stage were completely covered in mud and Mom was using up more energy laughing than exercising.

It was then I was thankful she wasn't wearing lycra. As I helped pull her along, her shorts filled with mud and began to slide down over her hips. This had her in hysterics and releasing her hold on the rope in an attempt to pull them up had her falling backwards into the pool entirely. Before her body went under I saw the top of her pubic hair and it took me back to her image in the window.

I reached for her immediately and with my help she rose up above the surface spluttering and wiping the mud from her face before resuming her laughter. Pulling her and myself along we made it towards the edge of the net with Mom turning at the last moment to climb along my body. For a moment I was unsure of her motives, so sexual was the action. Her breasts pressed to my thighs and slid across my groin up onto my stomach. With her hands on my chest her own crotch pushed against mine momentarily to follow the course of her boobs and only then did I see her motive. Once again she gained her own minor victory by rising up and finishing the obstacle before me. Raising her arms in the air as I joined her from underneath the rope cargo net. "I win!" She joyously proclaimed and as I gazed upon her muddy water logged clothing, the darkness of her pubic hair visible through her shorts, her nipples hard behind the stained tank top, it was me who felt the winner.

Mom was wrong however, it wasn't the end of the obstacle. The cruel designer of the course had installed a ramp of which the base sat in the mud at the end of the pit. The rest of the competitors having long departed, others far behind, we were left alone to conquer this new challenge. We stood together completely lathered in sludge as we regained some energy. After wiping mud from each other's face we tackled the ramp together. More like a slide, it would have been difficult but not impossible to mount earlier before it was covered in mud. Now it was an exercise in futility. We tried climbing together, getting half way before sliding back down into the mud. I went up alone and lay down gripping the rim as Mom tried to use my legs to climb up. Again her arms weren't strong enough and we gave up this approach.

Finally I suggested she climb first and I would push her up from below. This worked fine with her body up above me until I lost my grip on her sneakers and she began to slide slowly back down. In an attempt to stop her my hands slid up onto her calves, followed by the backs of her knees. The mud coating her legs and my hands lubricated her descent and as my fingers pressed the backs of her thighs she still slid towards me. I probably should have let her go then but I was looking up between her legs and was again mesmerised by the sight. As her ass descended my hands slid up under her shorts legs and one hand cupped an ass cheek. The other, my right, was more fortunate. With my hand flat against her leg my fingers kneaded her buttock but my thumb slid between her cheeks. Without intention on my behalf my thumb eased inside what I immediately knew from its position, was her asshole.

So easily it entered her body, the nail, the first knuckle. I instinctively of course tried to withdraw it but as her body weight descended, it just went further in until my thumb was fully inserted to the webbing up her ass. It seemed to be in there forever, her sphincter squeezing around me, so warm inside. In reality only a second, and as we fell back together it dislodged and Mom ended up on top of me back down in the mud. She looked over her shoulder at me for a moment before we both broke out in convulsions. What could have been an extremely uncomfortable moment made wonderful. I lay back laughing and enjoyed the feeling of Mom's body between my legs, her back to my swelling cock.

Still laughing she turned between my thighs, making no mention of the fact her tits rested upon my semi erect penis. With her hands placed on my stomach she looked me in the eyes. "I think that's something else we'd better not tell your father!" She grinned and I acknowledged, we now had two secrets.

"You can go around you know!" An attendant shouted at us from the edge of the obstacle as other couples began to attempt the challenge. If we hadn't been interrupted would something have happened, I wondered? Again I wanted to slap my face. She's your mother Kyle. She doesn't want to fuck you. And a part of me conceded it. She'd done nothing to encourage me. We were having fun together. A mother and son. Not a couple. None of her actions even hinted incest.

That is, until they did.

We completed a few more dry obstacles before hitting a rope swing, again across a mud pit. Swinging across first I threw the rope back and Mom attempted the crossing. Her legs wrapped tight around the rope, she released too early and went splashing into the mud. I entered and pulled her out, her shorts finally giving up and falling half way down her legs. I couldn't help but stare at her damp pubic hair, her muddy, wet thighs glistening in the sunlight. She was slow to raise them and looked me in the eye as she did so, I thought it seemed, almost enjoying my eyes on her nudity.

Without another word about it we walked the rest of the course and crossed the finish line hand in hand. Outdoor showers had been set up and fully clothed we joined others beneath the cool water. As Mom rinsed the mud from her hair and the color came back to her pink tank top she turned to me beside her. "Our first shower together!" She joked. Her shorts were transparent. The dark of her pubic hair so clearly visible. My lycra compression tights did nothing to hide the outline of my penis. The cold water the only thing preventing me from obtaining a full erection. I took off my tank top and wrung it out beneath the flow of water and Mom watched every movement.

"I love your muscles Kyle," she confessed. She'd never commented on my body before. Well maybe when I was a teenager and began working out. Back then it was primarily jokes about 'not taking steroids' and 'girls like brains too.' She blushed noticeably as she raised a hand to my chest and touched my pecs. "My god you're like concrete!" She chuckled as her hand slid down to my abs. I clenched them as she ran her fingers across my eight pack. "Now I know why they call them washboard," she laughed but as her eyes climbed back to mine I saw an intensity grow in her, in me.

I was going to pull her to me. Screw who was looking. My clients, paps. Fuck it, I wanted to kiss her and right then and there I had no doubt she wanted it too. Imperceptibly slowly her hand began to lower.

"Jesus look at you two!" Dad's voice broke into our moment together. Mom's hand immediately withdrew from my stomach and we turned as one. "Thank goodness you've got a change of clothes. You wouldn't be getting into my car like that I can tell you!"

"Honey," Mom shrieked and quickly abandoned me in the showers, running to my father. "Oh we've had so much fun." I watched as she threw her arms around him and kissed his mouth. The public display of affection sickening me and even taking my father by surprise. For a moment I hated her but then I hated myself for even thinking it. What was she to do? She'd just been discovered in an almost compromising position with her own son, in public no less. I forgave her immediately and joined them. "Didn't we Kyle?" She asked.

I smiled and nodded my affirmation. "Yeah, it was great. You'll have to do it next time Dad," I added, knowing full well his response.

"Oh yeah I'd love to. It's just my ba..."

"Your back!" Mom and I said in tandem and shared the joke.

"My back. Yes." Dad concluded furrowing his brow at the two of us.

Mom extracted herself from my father and in front of him took my hand. "Really Kyle. I had such a good time." It was then I became aware of the hand she was holding. The hand that had touched her bottom. And more to the point the way she held it. Her fingers around the thumb that had entered her ass. "I hope we can do it again." I felt her squeeze my thumb even further. "Would you like to do it again?"

I almost choked on my words as I dared consider her possible double entendre. "Um, I'd love to," I offered. "If that's what you want." My answer I thought was enough for her to read between the lines. It dawned on me that we were both in the same position. She had to be sure I was in the same boat, so to speak. As I'd told myself before, incest could get messy.

* * * * *

The rain began Sunday evening and continued through the night. I cancelled all of my Monday appointments when I woke the next day, citing the weather. I hadn't had a chance to talk to Mom alone since the showers but I'd informed them both I would be around as soon as possible to finish the garden. Knowing Dad would be at work I hoped Mom would be home and as I pulled into their drive I was relieved to see her car parked in the garage. I strode into the back yard hoping for a repeat of the show I'd been witness to previous. Sadly her drapes were fully open and no sign of her inside. Collecting the tools from the shed, the sun breaking out and the air stiflingly muggy I lined up the rose bushes in their respective positions and surveyed the now sodden, muddy ground.

The holes I'd widened from the previous plants were half full with water. The turned earth around them, as muddy as the obstacle course. As if my thoughts had conjured her, Mom rounded the corner of the house. "Hey Kyle, I thought I heard your car."

She was dressed in what looked to be her night clothes. A white tank top and matching long pyjama bottoms. Her feet were bare on the soggy grass and I guessed she was yet to shower. She was beautiful. Why did it take me seeing her naked to convince me of that? I knew we'd have to tip toe around the situation between us. Nothing good is ever easy. "Yeah, I cancelled my clients because of the weather. Thought I'd come and finish what I started."

Mom looked at the muddy ground around my feet. "It's not too wet?" She remarked.

I looked back at her. "It's better when it's wet isn't it?" I felt like slapping myself at the corny line but it seemed to work, Mom's mouth smirking. She moved closer to the holes I'd dug and ran a toe across the muddy ground.

"Careful you don't slip," I warned her and as I reached down for the shovel my own heel slid on the mud, my foot dropping down into the hole and my ass landing down in the dirt with a splat.

Mom raised a hand to her mouth half out of shock and to cover her scream as she burst out laughing. My hands dug into the muddy soil to steady myself and I too began to share in her revelry.

"Oh Honey, are you okay?" She offered, delighting in my predicament.

I looked down at my muddy jeans and up at her laughing, her white pyjamas pristine in comparison. "I don't know why you're laughing, you're just as dirty!" I stated.

Mom looked down at herself as if maybe she hadn't noticed something and I threw a handful of wet soil in her direction. She jumped back but not in time to avoid flecks appearing on her pants. "Oh you!" She laughed before dropping onto her haunches. Her legs spread before me, her crotch pressed tightly to her pyjama bottoms. I watched as she dropped a hand down into the hole and scoop out a handful of the wettest mud.

"Mom, I wouldn't." I warned her as the smile spread on her face. "I'm telling you. Don't start something you can't finish!"

Ignoring the threat she made the mud pie in her palm and seemingly happy with its consistency she stood back up. The smile now broad on her face she moved a little closer and raised her arm.

"Last chance," I feebly warned her and then it hit me. My t-shirt taking the brunt of the blow, my neck and arms splattered.

She seemed so happy with herself and I'd never seen her look so gorgeous. "Right," I stated. I was quick. Too quick for her to do little more than turn in her attempt to get away. My hand reached out and grabbed hold of the back of her pants as she screamed in delight and shock. Dragging her back toward me I inadvertently pulled her pyjama bottoms and underwear half way down her buttocks. My other hand had scooped up a large amount of mud and quick as ever I slapped it against the skin of her exposed rear, releasing her in the process.

She turned to face me but did nothing to pull up her pants, the top of her pubic hair exposed. Her face was red from laughing. "Oh you are in so much trouble young man," she threatened, stalking me as I slinked backwards further into the mud behind me.

"Mom, whatever you're thinking. Don't!" I again mockingly warned but it went unheeded. She pounced upon me, her pants pulling back up somewhat in the action and landed straddling my stomach. Her hands either side of me delved into the soil and came up muddy. Feebly I attempted to protect myself but allowed her to slap the mud against my chest and face. "Oh. It's war!" I declared.

Scooping up mud I slapped a handful into her own face and smeared, followed up by repeating my initial attack and diving a hand down the rear of her pants. This time I allowed my hand to linger, rubbing the mud across her cheeks and tentatively pressing into her crack. We continued to laugh but it was laboured as our breathing became more pronounced. I swore I could hear my heartbeat (or was it hers?) as I again gained handfuls of mud. I'll do it, I thought. Throw caution to the wind.

With her hands in the process of gathering mud for her own attack I placed my palms directly onto my mother's breasts. I left them there as I followed her eyes. First looking down at her own breasts in shock, my hands upon them. Along my arms to my face to see the intent in my own eyes, the desire. An eternity seemed to pass. The laughter had stopped. I may not have been able to hear her heartbeat but I could feel it, passing through my right hand, syncing with my own. The corner of her mouth turned up and her eyelids narrowed. Ever so slightly she moved her body forward and I felt one hand loosen my pants before the other, laden with mud, pressed down onto my semi erect penis.

As I'd done with her breasts, she left her hand upon me. Waiting for a reaction perhaps. And she needn't wait long. The feeling of her muddy hand on my cock was indescribable. I swelled against her palm and her fingers enclosed me. In turn I squeezed her breasts, finding the nipples and working them between my thumb and index fingers. Her mouth fell open as I pinched and she slowly worked her fist back and forth along my growing erection.

I sat myself up and she slid down into my lap, her hand not leaving my cock as fully erect it pressed against her rear. Our faces drew near and I felt the heat of her breath. My lips to hers and then touching, not kissing. Still she held me as I attempted to raise her top, finally realizing she needed to let go of my penis to be unclothed but reaching back for it immediately as if being separated from it would end this reality. Her breasts were now mine, to feast my eyes upon for only the second time in my adulthood. Her hand continued to stroke me. Tighter she squeezed and faster she pulled as I wrapped my arms around her back to draw her into me, her breasts against my chest. Again our mouths touched and I whispered into hers. "Are you sure?"

Her response was to kiss me. To kiss me like I'd never been kissed. The wanton lascivious kiss of a mother for her son. Her tongue danced with mine. I could taste earth but cared not. Her hand furiously stroked my cock against her butt and I took a breast in my own and squeezed as I came upon her back, biting down on her tongue, sucking it into my mouth as jet after jet of spunk sprayed her spine, splashed my own arm. If I'd had a better hand-job I couldn't recall it. If I loved anyone on Earth more than her, I hadn't met them. Her tongue slipped from my mouth despite my attempt to prevent it, not wanting to end our kiss. "Let's go inside," she whispered.

* * * * *

I stood naked in the shower behind my mother as she adjusted the temperature of the flow. My mud slathered cock stood erect against her comparably smeared ass. I wondered if I'd ever be soft again in her presence, so turned on was I. Satisfied with the water and with my hands on her hips she turned to face me, smiling before playfully spitting a mouthful of water into my face.

"Oh you just don't quit do you?" I laughed, pulling her to me, the water cascading and the mud washing away as mother and son we held each other. Her belly so soft against my hard-on, her breasts, cushions against my chest.

"How are we here?" I whispered into her neck as I kissed below her ear.

"It's nature Honey," she sighed as my kisses descended, crossing her chest to take a nipple in my mouth. "Every mother dreams of making love to her son." I placed a hand between her thick thighs and cupped her pube covered pussy. "Mmmm...but so few ever do.." She whispered.

A hand was placed on my shoulder and pressure applied. I had no doubt the intention of her subtle hint and I kissed my way between her breasts, down her stomach and buried my mouth in her mass of wet pubic hair.

My tongue caressing her labia, back and forth along her folds as she raised a leg up over my shoulder and pulled my face into her vagina. Inside, my tongue ventured. Deep into my mother's welcoming entrance. Dining out on her sweet strong flavour. The taste of mommy cunt, seasoned with the piquance of incest. With water streaming down my face I found her clitoris and this pleased her; her groin grinding into my chin and lips as I attempted to suck and nibble her tiniest of buttons, her moaning increasing until finally she shuddered, her pussy twitching against my mouth.

Grabbing my hair and pulling my head back from her crotch she looked down upon me. "Oh Baby, come and kiss Mommy."

Standing and taking her tongue into my mouth, my erection sat snugly between her thighs. Her hands ran up and down my arms until stopping on my biceps. "Flex for me Kyle," she whispered.

I pulled back smiling and did as commanded, posing for my mother as she looked on approvingly. "You're chiseled Baby," she purred.

"You made me Mom!" I proclaimed, taking her hand and pressing it onto my bicep. Her small fingers followed the contours of my arm up onto my shoulder and joined by the other hand caressed my pecs.

"Mmm..this is what I love," she hummed as her hands ran down my abs, my hairless navel and pubic bone, to encircle my engorged cock. Not teasing; prolonging, she removed her hands and took up soap, turning me and lathering my body. My back; my glutes; my thighs; massaged by the small loving hands of the woman who raised me, who bathed me as a child. With my hands against the wall of the shower, I looked down at my cock. Had I ever been as hard? I wondered. I turned to face her and she lathered my chest and arms before dropping to her knees. The soap abandoned she took hold of my dick. "And now this.." She smiled up to me.

Her tongue licked from my hairless balls to the tip of my erection. Kissing the head, tasting the pre-cum before allowing my organ to enter her mouth. Her lips enclosed around me, her cheeks sucked in and her hand masturbating my length. The sight was too much, the feeling too pleasurable. Fighting off orgasm I pulled from her to her shock, dismay even. Explaining myself, I pulled her up to her feet. "Mom." I declared. "I have to fuck you. Right now!"