The Cumming Storm

Summer storms in the Massif Central, France are commonplace, a fact my mum and I were unaware of when she booked the gîte there for two weeks. It was just mum and I, my father having died of a heart attack some years ago, looking for a break in the summer holidays when it was easy for me to get time of work during the long break, she had as a consequence of being a teacher.

We had flown in from Manchester, hiring a car which will filled with provisions 'en route' at a hyper market, relying on the nearest village for bread and milk where our focus was on taking full advantage of the pool to relax or the local hills for walks, enjoying the sense of being in the middle of nowhere but doing it comfortably.

Mum is in her late 40's and I am 24. Mum's a teacher and since Dad died spends a huge amount of effort keeping fit, efforts she told me once when she got a bit drunk were to make sure she stayed around until I was independent. She hadn't let her focus drop once I graduated and moved away from home with work last year, my guess being that she enjoyed how she felt and looked. I had inherited my father's tall and thick build rather than my mother's lythe form, so I gravitated to rugby where my mum prefers running and yoga but we did both love swimming, a shared interest we had enjoyed together when I lived at home, smashing out the lengths two or three times a week early in the morning. Height wise mum is tall, but I am still a good head taller than her at 6'3".

The weather for the first few days was scorching so we both reclined by the pool, reading, swimming or sunbathing. Mum's efforts in finding a good place had been well placed as the gîte was set on the side of a hill above a river one could swim in, just below the forest that seemed to cover most of the surrounding area. The setting and the gîte were both beautiful, the latter being well maintained and packed with everything we needed for a comfortable stay. We had passed a farm on the drive here, who we suspected owned the gite, but we found no other neighbours when we drove to the village or as we took a walk along the river valley yesterday.

It was a long time since we had spent time with each other in this kind of setting, not since my dad was around at least, so lounging around in swimwear revealed to both of us how much we had changed physically in the last couple of years, where I had bulked up as I focused more on circuit training and weights after work and mum had got trimmer as she built her running distance and frequency. Mum looked sensational, as good if not better than most of my ex-girlfriends where I found the toned nature of her physique coupled with her natural curves (read large boobs and a great arse here) very appealing, to the point I had told myself to quit looking at her so much. Mum had paid me a few complements, acknowledging how good I looked, suggesting I probably had no problem attracting the ladies; I didn't but equally I hadn't found someone I had clicked with yet, my focus being on work for now.

We had arrived on Saturday and on Tuesday, today, we spent the day by the pool as it was both baking hot and quite humid, so the pool provided a welcome respite from the heat, as did the air-conditioning in the gîte. We had been helping each other with the application of suncream and, as I applied cream to my mum's back mid-morning, she asked, "would you have a problem if I went topless Tom?", the position we were in where I was knelt over her reclined form saving her from seeing my blushes and the involuntary response my cock made to that request.

I could hardly say no, so I assented which was quickly followed by a request from mum for me to undo the ties that held her bikini top, willing my body to calm down as I finished smoothing suncream into her back. She then helped me by applying cream to my back before we both finished our own fronts. I tried not to be, but I was mesmerised when I discretely caught the view of mum slathering suncream into her large chest, her hands pushing the cream around those firm but fleshy globes, making them glisten with oil in the sun. I chose to recline on my front, focusing on my book as I willed my cock to behave.

My situation wasn't helped when we broke for lunch as mum stayed topless as we ate inside, the aircon making her nipples grab my attention as they pricked up until she grabbed a t-shirt when she got cold. Mum said she was going to have a nap inside after lunch to avoid the hottest part of the day, so I chose to take a walk down to the river where the trees and moving water cooled things down naturally. I found a pool after a short walk that I sat in, using my swimming goggles to help me watch the fishes and other wildlife in the river dart around in the cool water.

After a couple of hours in the river, I returned to the gîte to find mum sunbathing on her front, her fine bum now split by the skimpiest of bikini's, a G-string really, she had changed in to, clearly in pursuit of an all over tan. I reminded myself that this was my mother as my eyes worked up her body, drawn to the material of the string that covered the bulge of her quim as she lay with her legs pushed slightly apart.

"How was the river?" Mum asked as I opened the patio door, keen to grab a cool drink from the fridge.

"Lovely actually. There are some pools you can swim in, so I was watching the fish for ages. I'm getting a can; do you want anything?" I asked as I shut the door, keen to keep hot air out of the house.

"I'd love a glass of white wine Tom please, and then I think I need more suncream on my back, if that's OK." Mum smiled at me as she asked, her eyes impossible to see through her shades as I told mine not to focus on the magnificent view she afforded me, with her breasts squashed together as she held her shoulders up as she spoke to me, the view framed with the sight beyond of her bum cheeks split by the string of her bikini bottoms.

"No problem mum."

When I returned mum rubbed suncream into my back first before moving so she was lying on her front again, waiting for me to return the favour. What followed was torture as, once I had given mum her wine, I then had to massage suncream into her back as she held herself up on her elbows so she could sip her wine, talking to me as I worked on her back, the side profile of her front, where I could see the sides of her boobs, capturing my attention. I was already hard when she asked, "do my legs please Tom," the way she constructed her request making it impossible for me to decline.

I started at her ankles working up her toned legs, my efforts on her calves where I gave them a massage affording me a "that's nice Tom," so I lingered there before moving up to her thighs where I did the same. Her buttocks begged for a massage, but I moved quickly over them, the sight of her fabric cupped pussy and the string that failed to completely cover her arsehole providing too much of a mental challenge for me. I wished I could relieve myself, but my overactive mind assumed mum would be wise to the reason why if I announced I was retiring to my room. So, I carefully moved to my lounger, deciding to lie on my back first, my logic being that I could switch to my front to preserve my dignity when mum inevitably rolled over to be face forward once she had done her back.

I died inside when, with my hardon visibly pushing my swimming shorts up, mum rolled over, thankfully bringing her book with her as she did.

"You've not done your front Tom," she said, placing her book on the side as she grabbed the suncream, her response too quick for me to refuse the offer. My heart beat heavily in my chest as I watched mum's hands work my pecs and then down my torso, my cock twitching when she reached the waistband of my shorts and moved her hands gently just above it, over my bladder.

"You've become quite the man Tom," she almost purred, her cryptic choice of words not helping when she started working her way up my legs, massaging my thighs once she had done my lower legs. I chose silence until it became too much when I aimed to call time by saying, "thanks mum," as I then rolled to one side to take a sip from my can. Thankfully, mum had taken the hint when I rolled back, leaving me to will my dick to behave as we lay there in the sun.

Any notion that the worst of this delicious torture was over was dismissed when mum dived into the pool after half an hour, my focus moving to her tits when she bounced around as she asked me to pass over her goggles so she could do some lengths. After a few lengths she asked, "are you going to join me, the water's lovely," a suggestion I went with as I was getting fidgety and needed some way of cooling down.

We swam for a good half hour until we both noticed the dark clouds moving from behind the hills to the north of us, the wind picking up quickly. Neither of us had been tracking the weather on our phones so this rapid change was a surprise that led me to spring into action, packing away anything that wouldn't respond well to rain or wind. I saw mum gather her stuff and mine, moving it indoors before watching me from the window, her arms holding her chin and covering her breasts, just, as concern washed over her. I had forgotten how, when I was younger, she had relied on my father to reassure me if there was ever a storm as fear overcame her, both of them working to ensure she did not instil those safe fears in me. It worked as, like dad, I remained calm and pragmatic during a storm, focusing on our safety first before turning to comfort mum as I closed up the gîte.

I gathered her in my arms, forgetting about her lack of bikini top until she pressed her naked breasts into me as she melted into my hug.

"It will be fine mum, I promise," I said as I soothed her hair, my body starting to respond again to being so intimate with a beautiful woman, my brain clearly ignoring the blood relationship we had.

"I'm sorry Tom. I go to pieces when there's a storm, as you know." She replied, snuggling in as we stood there, the claps of thunder starting now that made her shiver violently and yelp.

"We will be fine, I promise, and with this wind the storm will soon blow over." I meant ever word, so I remained calm as we stood there, one of us a quivering wreck, the other a warm totem of strength my mum clung on to. The storm took longer than I thought to pass, about thirty minutes, but eventually it did so we soon had the doors open as we enjoyed the fresh post-storm air and the sound of rain drops dripping off the outdoor furniture and the roof as normality returned. Mum soon had a hoody on as the air had gone quite cool and we spent the rest of afternoon playing a game on the kitchen table before making dinner, steaks, with a bottle of red we shared.

I was in a very nice place as we retired to bed, mum happy and giggly as we hugged each other goodnight on the landing. I slept until around midnight when I was awoken by the rain drumming on the roof above me, the upstairs rooms being under the beams and tiles of the roof. I prayed mum remained blissfully unaware of the storm as it built, my room flashing white with each strike of lightning that appeared close by based on the short time between the light and the sound show. A noise made me look towards my doorway where I saw my mum cowering in fear, dressed in short pyjamas, looking towards me now frozen with fear.

"Help me Tom," she begged so I dove out of bed and then gathered her up in my arms, bringing her back to my bed where we then lay. I put my arm around mum who wrapped her arm around my chest, put a leg over my thigh and burrowed her head against my chest as I soothed her, calmly reassuring her that all was going to be fine. It worked as she was soon asleep, cradled in the crook of my arm where she remained, certainly until I stirred around 6am. She was gone by 8am, the smell of bacon coming from the kitchen teasing me awake.

I could see that the weather outside was excellent again as I made my way downstairs, watching my mum prepare breakfast, her fine figure clad in the same petite set of pyjamas she had been wearing last night. The shorts clung to her arse, revealing the lower part of her cheeks as she bent down or reached up with the top snug to her breasts, allowing them to move freely under the garment. Despite having just relieved my morning wood with a pee my cock firmed up as I watched her briefly, a creek from the wooden stairs announcing my presence to my mum who then gave me the biggest smile as she clocked me.

"Here he is, the man of the house, the gallant knight who got me through the storm." Mum clapped her hands gleefully together as she bounced on her feet as I walked towards her before I was consumed in a hug, kissed on the neck and then rewarded with the sensation of her curvy body pressed firmly into mine. My long firm cock was pressed against her pubis as we hugged, a position I failed to change as mum held me tight so she must have noticed my excited state but chose not to say anything, doubling down if anything as she pressed her body even tighter in to mine.

"Thank you, Tom, I don't know what I would have done without you last night," she said, breaking our hug after a few minutes to say, "I've cooked you some of that delicious bacon we bought. I can rustle up some scrambled eggs if you are ready?"

"That sounds lovely mum and, you'd have been fine last night without me." I replied, keen to play things down.

"I know it isn't rationale but, at my age, it's too late to teach an old dog a new trick." She said as she sprung towards the range to make the eggs, looking nothing like the aged person she had suggested with her words.

"You're hardly old mum, look at you, you look better than most women half your age." I said, perhaps a little too quick and honest with my rebuttal.

"You think?" Mum said, as she beamed at me, sashaying her body before me.

"Definitely," I confirmed, sitting down quickly so my erection could be hidden by the table.

~

The day played out like yesterday with sunbathing in the morning, mum topless from the beginning and wearing her thong type bikini again. I had sat upright when she did my back, keen to hide my erection again, a state of being that was not helped when her breasts rubbed against my back when she did my neck. I did her back again, choosing to spend a bit more time on the buns of her behind when I had suggested they looked like they'd had their share of the sun, an excuse to lather a good dollop of suncream on them. I very nearly gave myself a heart attack when I squirted the cream near the crack of her bum, a line of it falling between the two cheeks so I had to use my finger to swipe it away, that action taking me dangerously close to her anus. This didn't seem to bother mum who actually gave me an approving "hmmm" as my fingers cleaned away the cream from between her buttocks.

Thankfully lunch soon came and after it mum announced she would like to explore the river with me. She wore trainers, her bikini bottoms and a t-shirt carrying her goggles, like I did, until we found the pool I had discovered, both of us stripping off the trainers and t-shirt before clambering carefully into the pool, navigating the rocks slippery with moss as well as the places where the water ran forcefully though narrow channels between the rocks.

Mum found it as fascinating as I had yesterday as she swam around the pool, watching the small fish dart around in the water where strips of light cut down through gaps in the trees above, making sharp lines of light in the water. It was quite beautiful, particularly when I also got to enjoy the sight of mum swimming around with the grace of a mermaid, the shades of light highlighting her wonderful curves.

In a bid to preserve my decency and to avoid offending my mum I chose to find an area of the pool where I could recline on submerged stones, finding something akin to an underwater chair I then rested in. I watched mum, looking down at her swimming through the surface of the pool or when she came up for air, flipping her long blonde hair back each time her feet found the pool floor, her upper body looking amazing as the water dripped from it, doing nothing to quash my excited state.

I was brought from a daydream when mum shrieked, giggling out loud after she had flapped about it, chasing after something I couldn't see until she appeared to give up. She was laughing as she approached me, swimming breaststroke and then moving on to my lap like an otter as her face came close to mine.

"Guess what?" she asked, giggling away as I mused what it could be.

After a few goes, I said, "I give up, what?"

"The river is strong by that small waterfall, so strong it whipped away my bikini bottoms."

There was no shame in her voice as my mind realised my mother was completely naked as she curled up in my lap. I managed to prevent my eyes from verifying this, my cock lurching in my shorts as she wriggled around, clearly finding her predicament hilarious.

I was lost for words, silence being my best option I thought, as I watched mum as she appeared pensive for a few minutes before swimming off, resuming her explorations, clearly coming to the conclusion that there was nothing to be done. I snuck a few quick peeks, never really seeing much more than perhaps what appeared to be bare flesh between her legs, suggesting mum was shaved bare or perhaps so blonde or trimmed to give that effect. Whatever the truth was my brain did not care, choosing to divert all my blood to my cock.

"It feels lovely Tom, swimming naked." Mum said as she stood facing me, my eyes taking in her infectious smile and then her perky tits before she added, "you should try it," as she swam off, diving under the small waterfall.

I sat there thinking this through for a while, prompted into action by mum who told me to come have a look at something she had found at the bottom of the pool. I don't know what possessed me, but I shrugged off my shorts, flung them on to the riverbank and then pushed off to join mum, feeling my hard cock drag through the water as I swam, a new sensation to me.

Mum was already swimming towards the bottom of the pool so I followed her, seeing clearly now the tight lips of her bare pussy as she swam away from me, her face beaming as she turned to check where I was, her eyes doubtless seeing my cock, her hand pointing to something below her.

Our bodies touched as I approached her, my arms glancing across her torso and her breasts rubbing my back as I moved under her, following the line of her arm until I saw it, what appeared to be the end of a spoon, sticking up from the bottom. I reached for it, grabbing the end and then pulling but failing to free it. Mum must have seen my failed efforts as we both returned to the surface where I filled my lungs with air before diving back down, mum following me this time, no doubt seeing parts of me very clearly that she hadn't seen for a long time.

This time I was successful, swimming back to my 'chair' so I could examine the treasure. Before I had chance to turn it over, mum was in my lap again, her bum pressing down on my cock as she sat on me.

"Let's see," she said, her hands reaching for mine as I brought the spoon towards us.

I took a quick look at it, deciding it didn't look unusual before passing it to her. Mum gave it a thorough look, shouting out in delight when she spotted the silver hallmarks on the shaft.

"It's silver Tom, look," wiggling around with excitement as she passed it on to me. I tried to focus on the spoon as I willed my cock to stop filling with blood, sensing my hardness pushing against mum's buttocks.

"We should check to see if there's more," I suggested, hoping this would bring an end to my torment. It didn't.

"Wait a minute, let's put this somewhere safe first." Mum said as she turned in my lap then moved to climb out, her breasts rubbing from my chest up and over my face as she then used her foot, that she pushed past my cock on the rock, to lever herself from the river, her pussy inches from my face as she spent what felt like an eternity finding somewhere to leave the spoon. She clearly found somewhere she was happy with as she shouted, "come on," as she dove off my 'chair', her buttocks brushing my face as she leapt away.

We spent a good half hour diving around trying to find more 'treasure' choosing to give up when I sensed the weather turning again. I shared my thoughts with mum who became concerned, forgetting her nakedness as she hurried to move from the river, focused on getting home before the storm arrived. We must have looked quite strange naked save for our trainers as we quickly returned up the hill, me holding mum's hand in case she lost her footing on the wet, muddy ground as the rain poured down.

"I need a shower," I told mum, keen to find some privacy as my cock didn't seem to want to chill out, as I darted to the bathroom, kicking my trainers off. I had just started washing my hair when I heard an almighty clatter of thunder, the rumble vibrating through the floor of the shower, followed by an alarmed cry from my mum. I sensed what would happen next as I tried to wash the shampoo from my hair in time, feeling mum press next to me, naked still, under the warm shower.

"Please hold me," she whimpered, wrapping her arms around my chest as I continued to wash the soap from my hair. I couldn't really move my arms with mum clung to me so I said as much, "mum, I can't wash the soap out like this."

"I'll do it, just hold me please." Mum said as I then bent over her, leaning down and hugging her waist as she washed the shampoo from my hair.

Mum's breasts moved around my head as she worked her hands through my hair, remarking that this took her back, as my eyes were locked on to the sight of the soapy water passing over the cute little pussy I could see clearly from this angle. I was as hard as steel when she said she was done, her face taking on a strange expression when she saw my long, thick cock sticking upright, almost vertically I was that excited until a clap of thunder sent her in to another fit of fear, her tummy pressing my cock between us both.

We stayed like this for ten minutes, my hands soothing mum's back and with my cock never relenting in its bid to be noticed. The thunder appeared to have passed as a much calmer mum looked at me, a demur smile on her face as she said, "this feels nice Tom, showering with a man, the man of the house now, keeping me safe," kissing me lightly on the cheek and not pulling away from me.

I told myself I was reading too much into my mother's words as I pulled away from her, my cock bouncing around before me as I quickly washed my hands over my chest, my actions trying to suggest I was finishing off my shower. I dried myself as I was treated to the image of my mum washing herself thoroughly, her smile catching my eyes periodically as she cleaned every last part of body before me, giggling to herself when she bent down to pick up the shampoo bottle after it slipped from her hands, presenting a graphic image to me of her arse hole and pussy, the latter now flared open with excitement offering me a glimpse of the pink, wet, inviting hole that lay beyond those little lips.

"Christ, I need a drink," I thought as I moved to the kitchen having popped some clothes on.

~

Dinner was a quiet affair with cold meats, cheese, salad and toasted baguette rubbed with garlic, olive oil and tomato with another bottle of red wine that helped us both relax.

"I cleaned the spoon," mum said, passing it over to me as I pushed back in my chair having finished my salad.

"Looks old," I said, clearly with no spoon dating experience but going only on the tarnished look of the silver.

"Maybe, but I think it might just be weathered from the river. Sometimes things just need a bit of TLC to make them look as good as new," Mum offered, clearly a reference to her own endeavours towards her body, a change of topic that made my cock wake up.

"True," I replied, "sometimes things will always look good despite their age, they are just made very well, elegant, beautiful, desirable things that need to be cherished." Two can play at that game I thought as I watched my mother blush before getting to her feet and walking around to me, plonking herself in my lap once again.

"The man of the house should have things around him that he cherishes, or that he finds desirable so, when he needs them he can use them, play with them or whatever it is he needs to do with them to make himself feel happy or relaxed." Mum snuggled into me, stroking my chest as she moved her head to kiss my neck before shuffling off. "I need my sleep Tom, my beauty sleep and I want to get a head start on any storms tonight. You mean the world to me, thank you for being my knight Tom, the man I needed when I get scared."

I watched mum as she walked off, turning to smile at me as she climbed the stairs. I sat for a while, finishing my wine as I contemplated the day and the heady moments, ones I thought could have led to a world of trouble when, for a brief moment, as mum had said what she did earlier, I felt the natural conclusion was for something sexual to start between us. Part of me was disappointed I wasn't now making love to my mum with her pushed up against the kitchen wall, the other part relieved life hadn't moved in that direction as I had no strength to resist temptation after the numerous treats my eyes and body had been gifted today.

I retired to bed, naked for a change as I stroked my cock as I relived the day, giving up the desire to find my release when sleep beckoned.

~

The massive boom of thunder shook the house to the core, pulling me immediately from a dream in which events had taken a very sexual turn in the same pool we had found the spoon in. In my dream I was sat in my 'chair', holding my silver spoon as Mum lowered herself on to my cock, her tight pussy drawing me in to her warm embrace, the most complete embrace that the clap of thunder brought a close to.

I was lying on my back, my cock pointing to the sky as I watched my mother climb under the sheet, wearing the sheerest of nightie's, snuggling up by me before kissing my lips softly, asking me to hold her tight. I did, willingly, soothing her hair, kissing the top of her head until she relaxed around me. Mum's breasts were pressed against my chest again, one leg over my waist such that I could feel her pussy, the warmth and dampness of it, pressed into my thigh.

Mum raised her head at one point, a quiet moment between the rolls of thunder, smiling at me but with a look that suggested vulnerability, where my instinct was one where I kissed her, deeply on the lips. I was relieved when I wasn't told off, delighted when she responded with a passionate kiss that soon had our tongues exploring each other as our hands moved over each other's body.

I pulled off mum's nightie, pushing her on to her back from where I kissed her lips and then spent time kissing and licking her nipples with my cock nudging her between her thighs. I moved down, tracing a line of kisses over her belly until I was feasting on her pussy, now open and dripping with arousal. I made sure to show her how much I desired her as I used my tongue and lips to push her to a climax before I returned up her body, kissing her lips again when our faces met.

"I love you Tom," she said as she wound her legs around my waist, pulling my cock towards her.

"Show me then mum," I said as I rolled us both over until she was sat straddled above me, my cock throbbing and tapping her between her thighs.

"You're the man of the house now," she said as she raised her hips, her fingers finding my cock before pressing the head of my cock against her pussy and then sliding herself down over me.

"God mum," I cried out, blissful feelings consuming me as her tight cunt enveloped me.

"Oh Tom, I'm cumming already," mum said shakily as I watched her cum, riding the orgasm before continuing to drive herself up and down my cock. I was watching her large tits swing around above me when the lightning started, the light illuminating my mother's curvy body and the proceeding boom of thunder making her clench her quim around my cock. "Oh, shit Tom, I'm cumming again, with the thunder."

I watched and felt my mother ride me, consumed now with lust where she raced to bring herself off each time the thunder boomed, gasping out loud if she came or making a frustrated exhalation when she didn't, working her hips vigorously to find her climax before the next roll came. She found at least three orgasms before she said, "fuck me Tom, just fuck me please."

I let her roll off me before taking my place between her open thighs, driving myself hard inside her as lightning lit up the bedroom.

"Oh Tom," she cried out, clawing at my back as I pumped myself inside her, finding a rhythm that allowed me to focus on the amazing sensations I was experiencing as I made mum mine.

"I love you mum," I said, thrusting in, watching her tits cannon back and forth with each movement.

"Oh, my goodness, I love you too Tom," mum replied as she held her legs wide apart, opening herself fully to me.

"You're mine now mum," I shouted, pawing her tits as I upped the strength of my thrusts.

"You are the man of the house Tom," mum confirmed, "and I am yours," she said as we became more urgent in our love making. Steadily we climbed towards a mutual climax that was preceded by an almighty light show, huge bangs of thunder and then a loud exhalation of delight as mum came, cum spraying from her pussy as I too yelled out as I was gripped with a huge orgasm. I watched mum as my cock fired cum inside her, stream upon stream of it filling her up, each pulse making her gasp.

"You're definitely mine now mum," I said as I leaned down to kiss her, holding her until sleep overcame us both.

~

There was no smell of bacon when I woke the following morning, just the sound of rain beating heavily on the roof again with the occasional boom of thunder in the distance.

I made my way downstairs, my weight causing the wooden stairs to creek, my mum's head turning to watch me approach. She had a faraway look to her, not sadness I sensed but something that made me feel concerned for her. I moved my hand delicately up her back as I stood behind her, an action that made her shiver, hopefully not with regret or worry.

"What's up mum?" I asked, as I bent down to kiss the back of her neck, keeping my hand on her back. The storm was getting closer and a jolt of lightning lit up the kitchen like a camera flash when I felt her back tense, I guessed in anticipation of the thunder she feared.

The thunder came, a big crack and boom above us that made mum yell out, a moan almost followed by another bout of shivering. Mum stood up and turned to me, her face flushed and her eyes looking slightly lost as they connected with mine.

"It's OK mum, I've got you," I reassured her as I pulled her into my arms, soothing her back and about to peck the top of her head when instead she reached up and held my head to hers as she kissed me passionately, squashing herself against me, nudging my hard cock into her crotch.

"I know you have Tom, but the thunder, it's different now, here let me have your hand." She asked, taking my hand which she then pushed between her legs, right against her pussy. "Feel me, Tom." She commanded as she looked at me, a smile forming on her lips as my fingers explored her. She was drenched, dripping in fact and her pussy felt flushed and open, begging me to play with it.

"I'm a mess Tom. I've been sat here for an hour, waiting for you, stopping myself from waking you, as each time the thunder comes I cum, little tremors or huge orgasms, I can't control it." Mum said, her body shivering again as my gentle stroking of her clit made her climax.

I was still half asleep so whilst I was processing this, I was acting on autopilot as I pulled off my shorts and top before removing the bathrobe mum was wearing. I pushed her back until she was sat on the kitchen table, pulling her legs around me before guiding my prick inside her.

"Oh God Tom, thank you." Mum said as I pushed myself fully inside her, holding myself there as we kissed.

"Have we cured the fear of thunder?" I asked, on cue a crash above us made the gîte tremble and Mum cry out, cumming hard with her pussy gripping me as a climax ripped through her.

"You have Tom but it's been replaced with this, whatever this is," she purred once she calmed down, kissing me hard before looking me in the eye with a devious smile as she added, "a whore that needs fucking hard in a storm, by the man of the house."

"I best oblige then mum." I replied, grabbing hold of one of her tits, gently biting the nipple as I started thrusting inside her, powerful thrust that made her tits wobble and her voice yelp with each move. She was mine now, my beautiful mum to take as I pleased, especially during a storm. We fucked for a short while before I had an idea, a desire to dial things up for both of us, as I withdrew from her, my cock shinning with juices.

"Put your trainers on, we are going outside," I barked as I grabbed mine, "hurry mum, we don't want to miss the storm."

I held her hand, dragging her almost until we were beyond the terrace and into the field at the back of the gîte, moving towards the tree line above the river that offered some privacy. A peel of thunder made mum lose her footing as she came, falling on to her knees into the mud of the field. Helping her to her feet, I spotted a comfy looking area of grass that I half dragged her to, turning to her when we reached it, kissing her before saying, "get on all fours mum," an instruction she quickly followed, clearly desperate to be fucked some more.

We fucked like animals, the rain beating down over us, mud on our feet, legs and hands with the storm prompting a wailing soundtrack from my mum with each climax being announced loudly to the wilds. I was holding her hair in one hand as I slammed myself into her buttocks, the wet slapping sound filling the air and the view of her thick bum cheeks and thighs rippling making me even harder.

"Oh Tom, this feels amazing," mum said, pushing her hips firmly back to meet my thrusts, angling herself down now so her tits pushed in to the grass.

"It bloody does, doesn't it, two lovers fucking with nature," I offered as I let her hair go, placing both hands on her buttocks so I could pull them apart to watch my cock as it reamed her pussy, her wet arsehole winking with each thrust. 'That would be mine soon' I mused as I let a line of dribble fall on to her anus.

"Is that what we are Tom, lovers?" Mum asked, her voice elevated as she approached another climax.

"Yes, but now here, in the storm, you're my bitch, my mare if you will where I am the bull or stallion taking you, breeding you like an animal." I pushed my thumb up her arse which made her wail out loud.

"Oh Tom, yes, please take me, breed me." The 'breed me' was an elongated cry as a loud boom of thunder sent her off, her pussy pulling tight around me and her ring clutching my thumb hard as she came.

"I'm going to fill you here, in the river, in the pool, all outside and with one purpose," I waited, slamming in to her hard as the lightning heralded that another roll of thunder would come, my intention being to time my words to mum's climax, my own end very close as I added, "to breed you!" as the louds claps above us sent my mum in to a frenzy, falling forwards in to the mud as she came, my fucking continuing as my cock stabbed her pussy through her buttocks before it exploded inside her, sending forth an almighty volume of the stuff that made mum cry out loud.

"Oh Tom, I feel it, your cum, it's firing right into my womb, so hot, it feels so hot inside me," she cried out before she went off into a trance.

We stayed like this for a while, my cock buried inside mum as I lay above her, pressing her body into the mud with both of us breathing hard. The rain was still coming down hard with the storm swirling around the valley. The thunderclaps were still making mum shiver with delight as we lay there so I withdrew, my cock still hard as I stood up, moving round until I was knelt in front of my mum.

"Suck my cock mum, taste us, tell me how delicious we are!" I commanded as mum began sucking me earnestly, pushing herself back up on to all fours.

"Good, we taste good," she confirmed, smiling as she continued sucking me, demonstrating some fine oral skills. I let her continue for a few minutes before pulling away so I could inspect her from behind, keen to see what she looked now I'd filled her with cum. Her pussy looked stunning, wet, open and dripping cum, just like a recently bred mare would, consuming me with a need to continue.

~

We continued whilst the storm lingered, fucking in the pool with mum sat over my lap driving herself up and down on my cock until I filled her again. I watched her walk up the hill, cum dribbling down her thighs now as we made our way to the pool where we fucked again, mum pushed against the side as I fucked her standing up in the deep end. Her pussy looked a mess now, gaping and streaming our combined fluids as I dragged her to the outdoor shower where I washed the mud off her tenderly before kneeling before her, devouring her pussy and lapping around her anus until she was cumming again, before begging me to stop.

"Tom this feels amazing, you're a man possessed." Mum half laughed, pulling me to her mouth so we could kiss.

"I am mum, with you and by this storm." I confirmed, my cock still as hard as steel and my balls wanting to cum one more time. "Go to the bedroom mum, wait for me there, on all fours again please." I said, my cock pushed upright as I visualised the scene.

"What are you going to do to me?" Mum asked, a tremble in her voice as she perhaps guessed my intentions.

"I'm the man of the house remember," I told mum, playfully slapping her arse, as I added, "I play with my cherished items as and when I want to. OK?"

"Ok Tom, I'll be waiting," mum said, an excitement in her voice as I watched her skip inside and then up the stairs.

~

The storm had moved away now but the noises coming from our bedroom suggested it was still here as mum bellowed and yelped as she was driven from one climax to another. There was the sounds of my hand on her buttocks too, loud claps of flesh on flesh like thunder and then there were the shrieks followed by low groans, the gentle pleas for me to go slowly that soon morphed in to barked commands for me fuck her hard, to remind her who the man of the house was, and I did, time after time until we lay spent and satisfied in each others arms.

"I love you mum," I said as we lay still.

"I can tell," mum laughed, "a lot."

"Have you enjoyed your morning?" I asked, my tone dripping with humour.

"It's been quite the morning Tom, my God." Mum replied as she rolled over on to me, her hands stroking my torso and then my soft cock. "I certainly know who the man of the house is now."

"I'm glad. We've got a week of this looking at the weather forecast." The delight clear in my voice.

"I'm going to be ruined," my mum said as she kissed my chest.

"And bred too?" I offered, my cock firming under her grasp.

"I took a while to catch with you Tom," mum replied, adding, "and you need to remember your biology lessons too, what we just did was very naughty, delicious even, but..."

I didn't let her finish as I rolled on top of her, tickling her sides until she was laughing out loud.

"I'll take my fun as I want to remember, you keep telling me that I'm the man of the house so, if it takes longer to breed you, fine, but you can't parade that amazing arse around here without me wanting to show you how much I love it from time to time. Ok?" I asked as I looked down on her.

"You'll get no complaints from me Tom," Mum said gleefully as she wrapped her legs around me, pulling me in for a kiss. "I love you with every bone in my body."

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