To a secluded spot

Feeling a bit sheepish as you fidget with the fly on your pants, you note that the road is now becoming narrower.
In your estimation, the journey goes on for about a quarter of an hour, with you feeling a bit too awkward to start up a conversation and Jo seeming content to manoeuvre her car in silence, a faint smile on her full lips.

The pair of you goes through a couple of small communities, and each time that you drive through them you feel certain that your destination must be close by, but this doesn’t prove to be the case.

In fact, your attempts to coax Jo into telling you where you are going is the first attempts at restarting a conversation that you make, but you’re frustrated by Jo’s mystical and vague responses, the sexy MILF having a cheeky grin on her lips as she avoids answering your question in a clear and direct manner, which makes you suspect that she’s enjoying this opportunity to tease you a bit.

By now, the road is little more than a very narrow slip of tarmac winding its way through an increasingly dense forest, with the terrain becoming increasingly broken and the amount of houses near the road dropping down till there’s at least a few minutes drive in between them.

Finally, after a two-minute dash down a dirt road, during which Jo seems to take a certain delight in stepping on the gas pedal, you find that she has stopped the car in a gravel parking lot.

There are trees on all sides of the parking lot, but you do spot a narrow path which sets off into the trees.
Still perplexed as to what it is that you’re here for, you follow Jo’s example in getting out of the car. You wonder about what will happen next, but resist the strong urge to quickly walk round the car to where Jo is standing.

“John,” Jo addresses you, “there’s some towels in the trunk,” again she’s acting more like your girlfriend’s mother than like the woman who gobbled down your cumshot not more than twenty minutes ago, “would you mind fetching them?”
Then however, she reaches back into the car and, with the left side door still open so that you can see what she’s doing, presses the trunk release, after which she lingers in the same position for a few more seconds than what is strictly necessary, her tight white top doing little to disguise the swell of her bust.

The result of Jo’s actions is that you can feel your cock hardening again, the increasingly rigid member pressing against the inside of your pants, and you hobble your way down the length of the car until you reach the opened trunk.
Looking inside it, you find that there are in fact three beach towels there, and you pick up two of them. Straightening back up again, you find that Jo has come up alongside you.

You’re now pretty sure that the two of you’re heading to a lake, and since neither of you have brought along any bathing suits, you’ll most likely get to see Jo go skinny-dipping. That’s a prospect that you’re looking forwards to, to say the least.
Your suspicions prove correct when, after a brief walk down the trail during which you’ve gotten to ogle Jo’s skirt-clad ass, you reach a less densely forested area surrounding a lake.

The lake itself is pretty circular in shape, and the steep cliff walls which you can see makes up the shore on the other side implies that this is an old quarry which has long since been abandoned and then converted into a lake by nature. Since bathing season is still at least a month away, and it’s just an ordinary weekday, the pair of you appear to have it all to yourselves.

“John,” Jo begins as she removes her jacket and drapes it over a conveniently placed tree-branch, “this is where our family has spent a good part of every summer for the last twenty years. You’ll probably be seeing more of it in the coming months.”
That sounds nice enough, but right now you’re much more interested in seeing more of Jo, who remains fully clothed save for her jacket.

“So,” you’ve already surrendered the towels to a nearby tree stump, “are we going in?” You’re a bit nervous, and so you’re a bit curter that usual, but you manage to throw in a nodding gesture towards the water, and hope that that’s enough to make Jo recognise that you want to know whether or not you’re going to get into the water.
“I was thinking that you wouldn’t mind being a big, brave man and check if the water’s alright before I get in?” Jo flashes you a seductive smile, and less than five seconds later you’ve stripped from the waist up.
There’s a delightful cooing coming from Jo as your cock comes jutting out into the open when you pull down your pants.

Naked, you carefully advance into the water, which you find to be quite cold, even if it’s far from freezing. Inspired by Jo’s faith in your manliness, you decide to show off a bit by immersing yourself headfirst in the water.
Swimming a few strokes under water, you pop your head back up over the surface, and declare to Jo that “It’s fine!”

You come back towards the shore until the lake becomes shallow enough for to stand in the water, and watch as Jo removes her top. The cool water might otherwise have had a negative effect on the size of your cock, but the baring of Jo’s firm, large tits makes sure that that won’t happen.

You’re aware that Jo hasn’t been wearing a bra, and now you get to gawk at her large, hard nipples, but it comes as a surprise to you when Jo pulls down her skirt and it becomes evident that she hasn’t been wearing any panties either.
Seeing the meaty lips of her sex under her full bush of blonde pubes, you realise that your girlfriend’s mother is now less than twenty feet away, and dressed only in her high-heels and stockings.