A Bike Ride With Mum

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A Bike Ride With Mum
Mark jumped straight out of bed after opening his eyes, quickly making his way to the front window, opening it, hoping the weather wouldn’t be as bad as it was yesterday. Luckily enough – it wasn’t a rainy day, in fact, it was quite the opposite. Not even a cloud anywhere in sight, the sky was now perfectly blue and the sun looked like a big golden plate up there, shining warmly at his face, blinding him for a second.

Almost jumping out of his pajamas, he put on some clean underwear, shorts and a T-shirt with some funny comic character on the front. He didn’t bother with socks, always preferring to be barefoot during the summer as often as he could.

The reason to why he was in such a hurry, was that on the day before this one, was his birthday, and the first thing he had seen when he woke up that day, was this brand new, bike! Exactly the one he had told his mum he wanted, a couple of weeks earlier! Right there and then he felt like the luckiest boy alive! Only he never got the chance to try it out, since it was raining all day! He did ask his mother if he could try it out just a little bit, even though it was raining, but she had told him no, not wanting him to catch a cold.

But today was a new day, a very pleasant one, made to be riding your new bike!

He looked at the clock beside his bed. It read 7:30, and that made him smile even more, knowing his mum would be up by now, even though it was Saturday.

Not wanting to let anymore of this day go to waste, he left his room, almost forgetting to close the door behind him.

Meanwhile, Mark’s mother, Helen was down in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for them both. She didn’t plan for her and her son to be eating breakfast at home today though, as she was instead filling a picnic basket with all kinds of things that would make them a really nice breakfast. Just like her son, though a while earlier, she had woken up and noticed the wonderful weather, and knowing Mark would be anxious to try his new bike, she had thought it was an great idea to take him for a bike ride this morning, bringing breakfast with them.

She was dressed in a pair of tight blue jeans, Helen really enjoy the looks she got from her son. She wasn’t just imagining it, was she? After all, wasn’t he still a bit too young at forteen to have any sort of sexual interest in girls? Not to mention his own mother? Whatever the case, as she’d been having these fantasies about him for quite some time now, she figured it was about time she did something about it. She wasn’t too sure how long she could go on like this, having canlı bahis to change her knickers every few hours whenever she was around her son, not being able to think about anything else than sex! Sex with her own son! Perhaps it would have been easier to seduce him at home, but for some reason the thought of having sex with him outdoors, was even more appealing. Of course, she wasn’t planning on forcing him to do anything, but she didn’t really think she would have to. If he was anything like most males, it would be real easy to get is cock hard, and it would be even more easy for her to take his virginity.

Apart from her jeans, she was also wearing a white T-shirt, and like her son, she was barefoot, though she was going to wear shoes later. She was wearing a black sheer bra, her nipples almost showing through her T-shirt as they where very hard, as she, needless to say was incredibly horny, thinking of her plans with her only son, Mark. She was also wearing black sheer knickers, the same color as her bra, and she knew she would have to change them (or maybe not wear any, since that would make things easier) as they were already wet, her hairy cunt really looking forward to take care of Mark’s young cock.

She had just finished making the last sandwich, closing the lid of the basket, when Mark rushed into the kitchen.

“Mum!” he yelled, “You know what?”

“I know…” Helen said, turning around, holding the basket in her right hand smiling at her excited boy, “I’ve already made us a picnic basket.”

“A picnic basket?”

“Yes, I figured we could take our bikes and go for a ride, enjoying our breakfast in the park. Wouldn‘t that be fun?”

“That would be great, mum!” he hugged her tightly, and then he rushed out of the kitchen almost immediately, wanting to get to his bike as soon as possible.

“Don’t forget to put on your helmet”, she yelled after him, “and wait for me to come outside, OK?”

“OK, mum”, he yelled back, right before he closed the front door.

Helen was almost done, there was just one more thing she needed to do.

Cleaning up the kitchen a bit, she hurried out in the hallway with the basket, leaving it there as she ran up the stairs to the bathroom. She closed the door and quickly pulled down her jeans all the way down to her knees. Then she started to rub her hairy pussy through her knickers.

She desperately needed an orgasm just now before they went on the ride.

Having rubbed her hairy pussy so many times before, and especially since she already was so hot, it didn’t take very long before she came, her fingers having bahis siteleri done their magic perfectly. Her orgasm was so intense, her knees almost started to shake, and she could feel how some of her cunt’s juices started to make it’s way down her right leg.

She removed her jeans as well as her knickers, cleaned herself up a bit, and then put on the jeans again, not bothering with new knickers.

Checking herself in the mirror, making sure she didn’t look all that guilty, having done something very naughty… she left the bathroom, got down the stairs, and with the basket in her hand and shoes on her feet, she soon stood outside their house, locking the door.

Mark was already happily riding around on his bike.

“Look mum!”

“I see”, Helen smiled, going to get her own bike. She put the basket on it, then got up, the bicycle saddle giving just the right amount of pressure between her legs after she’d adjusted herself a bit. She’d probably get an orgasm or two on the way, especially if she could rub herself against the saddle without Mark noticing.

“Come on now, mum!” Mark said, doing one last turn before he took of, going away really fast.

“Promise to ride with me”, she said, half jokingly, rubbing her cunt against the saddle as she said so.

“I promise, mum!”

After a short while, Mark kept a slower pace, finally allowing his mother to come up next do him.

“How’s you bike, darling? Is it working OK?”

“Its great mum, I like it a lot!”

After 15 minutes or so, they arrived at the park, but Helen wanted them to continue a bit further, not telling Mark she wanted to find a more secluded place in the park. After all, she didn’t want anyone to find them!

Soon they reached a place that seemed OK, and Helen said: “Why don’t we stop here Mark, this looks like a nice place.”

“OK mum. I‘m real hungry!”

Helen got an tiny orgasm just by climbing of her bike, having been on it for such an long ride, rubbing her pussy against it most of the way.

“Why don’t you take of your T-shirt?” Helen said, right after she’d placed a blanket on the grass. “You look very warm and sweaty. Here let me help you.” Not at all aware of what his mum did have in mind; he let her remove his T-shirt, for a moment wondering why she didn’t just let him take it of by himself. “There, now that’s better…” She didn’t say anything more for a while, just admiring his young half naked body. “Hmmm… why don’t you take of your shorts as well, honey? And… you might as well remove your underwear as well… No one will see us here anyways.”

Mark wasn’t exactly sure why bahis şirketleri his mum wanted him to take of all his clothes in the middle of a public park, even if they weren’t really visible from here, and they hadn’t seen many people yet, he was still a bit confused about it, but didn’t argue, and he did as he was told. He almost never argued with his mother, because she knew what was best for him, something she always told him.

Mark was standing there naked, Helen placed herself in front of him on her knees, her left hand on his back, her right hand caressing his thigh, soon caressing his young cock.

Mark giggled. “What are you doing, mum?”

Helen stood up and took care of the buttons on her jeans, before she let them slid down to her knees. Once again she started to rub her cunt, this time on her clitoris. If she didn’t get his cock inside of her within the next sixty seconds, she didn’t know what she was going to do. Quickly she laid down on the blanket and removed her shoes and jeans.

“Come on…” she said cheerfully, gesturing with her hand she wanted him to come closer. “Between my legs… Yes… That’s it…”

Her hand started to shiver as she reached down to take a hold of his cock, which, not surprisingly, rock hard, really hard, and she could feel it throbbing when she finally was able to put it between her fingers, helping it find it’s way to her hairy cunt.

“There…” she said, placing both her hands on his arse cheeks as she’d managed to put his cock to where it belonged… in her wet cunt… making him do small thrusts, pushing his cock in and out of her wet hole. “Just keep on doing this for a while…”

Mark didn’t have any problems obeying, as he soon found out that he really liked doing this, …

Helen enjoyed every second as she was fucking with her son. Having sex with his father was never this good, or was able to fuck her hard and fast. With Mark it was soft and slow, but she enjoyed it tremendously, getting so many small orgasms she wouldn’t have been able to count them. Mark enjoyed it too, something she was absolutely sure of when he started to fuck her faster, even without her helping.

“Im cumming, mum!” he panted. “I… I think I’m going to cum!”

“No, please don’t stop…”

He came pretty soon after that, she could feel him cumming inside of her, filling her mature cunt with his hot boy cum.
She’d always enjoyed the feeling of a man coming inside of her, and now it was her son who came inside of her, which made the feeling even better. She’d always known it would be.

Mark pumped out every drop of cum out of his cock that he could manage, before he stopped moving, making the impression of a rag doll.

After a while, holding him tight against her body, Helen giggled as she said: “You liked that, darling, didn’t you? You want to do it again?”

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