Coming over one of many rises, we saw the road stretch out in a straight line below us down into the valley. We were a bit tired after the climb (not so much me, after all I’d got so many more gears on my bike), and my mum was breathing heavily, making the front bodice of her dress swell with each intake of breath – but looking down the road we knew we’d be able to coast down it and pick up a bit of speed maybe to take us up over the next rise……We understood each other perfectly and pushed off together down the hill.
Now city dwellers are blithely unaware of what goes on in nature, and for some reason they don’t know that running water tends to take the easiest, usually the lowest course to flow along. Thus as we soared down the road at top speed, we suddenly became aware of a silvery glistening strip crossing our path at the bottom. We glanced nervously at one another and then with big grins, took our feet off the pedals, spread our legs and went surging through the ford. The water rose up in huge arcs around us, my mum’s soaking me from head to toe and mine doing likewise to her.
We came to a gasping, spluttering, shaggy-dog-shaking stop on the other side. We just looked one another over and burst out laughing. I knew I probably looked a sight, but my mum, she was like a drowned fish – a lovely doe-eyed drowned fish with the water droplets sparkling off her smooth skin, her hair flattened and dripping, and her dress… plastered to her body and amazingly transparent.
She may as well have been wearing a sheer negligee for any good the dress did in covering her.
Her…
“Eddie…”
bra showed the intricate little lace pattern adorning the top over which her bosom spilled.
The areolas clearly defined under the stretched fabric. And further down….
“Eddie…!”
Her tiny panties taut over her mound, in the middle of which a groove…
“EDDIE…!!”
“Uh?”
“Stop gawping like a … look, we’ve got to dry ourselves off, so maybe now’ll be a good time
for those sandwiches? At least if they’re not a soggy mess…”
“Uh? Oh, yeah, let’s, um, let’s, um, let’s… no, I wrapped ’em in greaseproof paper…”
There was a gap in the hedge by the side of the lane, so we wheeled our bikes through it, mum first and, oh God, the view from the back! The tiny white triangle of panty bounced and bobbed as we made our way through the gap and into the field. There were a couple of trees hanging over what had opened out into a lively brook, so we made our way over to the bank.
“We’ve got to dry off. Put the blanket down over there in the sun and take your shirt and pants off. It’s nice and warm but we’ll be shivering if we stay in these wet things.”
And with that, she laid the bicycle to one side, crossed her arms and pulled the dress over her head.
I opened the blanket out and stood back up. I undid my belt, unzipped my shorts and dropped them to the ground. I took my T-shirt in both hands and drew it up over my chest. I managed to extricate my head from the neck of my shirt to find my mum staring at me in the way I imagine I’d been staring at her just a few moments earlier, her gaze focussing on my boxers where…uhuh….