The Bike Ride

My mountain bike was upside down and in pieces round the back of the house and I was bent over it, my arms streaked with oil, making some odd adjustment or other when my mum breezed past me. I closed my eyes and waited for that delicious scent which I knew would inevitably follow in her wake, and...mmm, there it was. Don't ask me to name it, you don't give names to things which defy description. She held a basket of washing to her hip before putting it down onto the grass to prepare it for hanging.

"Mum, we've got this thing called a spin dryer for that. Why are you giving yourself more work?"

"Eddie, if you'd look up from that (I know she wanted to say 'bloody'...) bike of yours, you'll see what a glorious day it is. Believe me, there's nothing more satisfying than the smell of fresh washing drying out in the sun."

I smiled and thought back onto that scent I'd just experienced as she'd passed by, but thought it wiser not to mention it.

"D'you need some help?"

"What?!? Look at you, you're filthy, I'd have to start all over again!"

"Yeah, you're probably right. I'll be out of your hair in a bit though, I'm going to take the bike for a spin later and make sure there'll be no last problems."

That's what I was doing. Myself and a couple of mates, we'd decided we wanted to do an epic bike ride after Uni. The original plan had obviously been to get into the Guinness Book of Records by trying something like biking the whole length of the American coastline, North AND South, but had rapidly adjusted our plans to a leisurely tour of Europe. We were all enthousiastic, but we knew we weren't athletes. So to prepare, we thought we'd do Wales over two or three days during the next week.

Mum was standing there in a dream.

She said, "You remember when your dad and I used to take the gang of you kids out on the train with our bikes to Hayfield and we'd ride around in the countryside and have a picnic and all the sheep would decide they wanted to share in the sandwiches as well?"

She was giggling, my mum, just like a little girl.

Of course I remembered it. My dad had taken photos of mum, in her sleeveless thin summer dress, trying to shoo away the sheep by wafting the bottom of her dress at them. We and the sheep thought this was kind of hilarious so she'd decided to up the ante and chase after them, only to come a cropper by tripping over a branch. Dad, in his infinite wisdom, had decided to preserve the moment for posterity by taking another picture before rushing over to help her up. What a picture. He couldn't have taken a better one if he'd posed her a thousand times over. The look of surprise in her eyes, her hand raised to push back the hair that had come loose over her face, the dress up around her thighs, showing just a glimpse of the white panties we knew she was wearing anyway (that summer dress had been very thin...) and that gorgeous expanse of leg..... I knew the picture by heart, and if for some reason I'd want reminding, I could always look at it again because after dad had died and mum and I had spent an evening going through heaps of old pics and feeling sentimental, we'd come across it.

"Mum, why isn't this one in the album?" I smiled, holding it up to show her. She'd made a grab for it, laughing, and I of course, had snatched my hand away at the last moment.

"Mmmm, now let's see, I remember this. Weren't you in a sheep-shearing contest or something?"

"No, I was trying to swim to Hayfield but the grass was too tall, now gimme that..." And with that she snatched it away, smiled at it once more and replaced it in the heap. Of course it should go without saying that I later returned to the stash, took out the picture and scanned it into my computer before returning it. I really did want to have it as the background on my desktop, but instead, printed off an enlarged copy which I later hung together with the rearview of a lady playing tennis, with no knickers, on my dormroom wall.

Many of my friends were impressed and very interested in who this 'cougar' was. So I took it down because I realised that one day mum might actually come for a visit and my mates would think I'd got the hots for my mum. It wasn't that. At least I don't think it was that. Oh no, I hoped it wasn't that. Was it that?

I think she'd forgotten she was supposed to be hanging the washing, because she remained standing there, lost in thought, rooted to the spot, a cream pillowslip in her hands.

"Mum, I've just had a great thought. We've still got your old bike in the shed. Let me do it up for you and we can go for a ride together?"

She looked up, her train of thought broken.

"What? What!? You kidding? I've not been on a bike for years.."

"But you don't forget mum, it's like, umm, riding a bike... Look, I'll tell you what, let's have a look at it, give it the once-over, and if it's in any nick I'll fix it up, you can give it a run round the block and, I know! Tomorrow - tomorrow we'll go out to Hayfield like we used to, take a few sandwiches and we'll make a day of it..."

Without waiting for an answer I strode off towards the shed where mum's bicycle might be. I say 'might' because over time we'd piled all those things like old chairs and appliances, especially after dad had passed away, into the back, and now I was confronted with a huge mound of – well, junk. But there at the bottom I could just make out part of a wheel. Hopefully the rest of the bicycle was there too, and after half an hour of moving stuff around I found that, indeed, it was.

It was the perfect lady's bicycle - mudguards, no crossbar, handlebars that bent round towards you, with a bell, and a basket for carrying shopping – and flat tyres.....

"See, it's no good, the tyres are perished. And anyway, didn't it used to be red?"

It was now a deep pink, the colour having faded somewhat, but....

"Leave it to me, it's no problem, it's Eddie to the rescue!"

And with that I whipped the bike onto its back and got to work. There really wasn't much wrong that a few squirts of WD40 wouldn't solve, and I went over to the bicycle shop in town and replaced the tyres and inner-tubes with brand new ones.

"Dadah..!"

"Oh, I dunno, I..."

"On you get."

"Maybe I need training wheels..."

"I'm holding it steady, on you get."

With a comical grimace she took hold of the handlebars and stood astride the bike.

"I'm holding it, now up you..."

Before I'd finished, she plonked herself onto the saddle – well, more accurately, onto my hand holding the saddle.... Her bum was warm and soft on my hand, and I felt her cheeks press down on me alternately as she began, slowly at first, to pedal. If she felt my hand there, she didn't mention it.

"Woohoo..!"

She pedalled faster and my hand was left behind in empty space. For some reason I just stared at the hand.

And then suddenly she was turning back towards me, not quite in a straight line, as she used one hand to hold down her skirt to protect her modesty. She headed directly for me and...

"Whoa..!" I laughed as I grabbed the handlebars with both hands and ran backwards. "This thing's got brakes you know.."

She was laughing so much as she came to a halt, and brushed her auburn hair back out of her eyes, lifting her face to the sunlight – wow, deja vu, she looked so lovely, the years slipped away from her.

"Ummm, well?"

"Yes. You know what? Yes! I need a change, I need a....yes, let's do it..."

So it was decided. That evening we pored over maps together and looked at the train schedules, we packed sandwiches, we lay together shoulder to shoulder on the carpet, each with a glass of wine, making the final preparations. And then we were ready. We got up. Nothing to do but... I hugged her tightly and kissed her on the cheek.

"Mum, we're going to have a great old time tomorrow. It's going to be fun."

"Ooh," she smiling, "I've not been hugged like that for ages..."

Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it wasn't.

"Goodnight mum. Should I put the alarm?"

"No I don't think so. I'm really looking forward to this now, I'll be wide awake with the birds."

She kissed me on the cheek. "Goodnight Eddie."

I lay awake in my bed that night going back over what had happened, enjoying again the feel of her bum on my hand, her rejuvenated face in the sunlight, the hug, her....

"Wake up sleepyhead, the sun's up and you're not."

One train and a local bus later, we were out into the winding lanes of the Peak District, the sun shining, the birds doing what birds do and, well, suddenly all seemed right with the world. We cycled easily, side-by-side most of the time because there was very little traffic except for the local stuff, and we both smiled idiotically at one another when we caught each other's glances. Occasionally I'd drop behind her in order to shield her from any car approaching from the rear, and then I'd look her over, my mum, just enjoying life, finally.

Her shoulder-length hair was held back with a band, her shoulders almost bare with only the thin spaghetti straps of her flowery dress stretching over them. Underneath her dress she wore a strapless white bra. Just like last time, she'd chosen her dress 'so I don't sweat like a pig'. She'd said it would be a good opportunity to get a tan, since she wasn't one to just lie out in the back garden in a bikini. That was why she also rode bare-legged. Of course I noticed. And, it seemed, so did a group of other cyclists passing in the opposite direction, almost resulting in a couple of collisions. Apparently they also thought she looked hot.

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....

"Er, the sandwiches, I think I've got them in one of my bags, but you've got the thermos with the coffee and... mum?"

"Oh, the thermos, sure, let's see now..."

And with that she busied herself preparing our picnic, seemingly very intent on the design of the plastic plates.

The preparations took only a few minutes, but that was sufficient time for mum to gather herself together and face me, kneeling upright on the blanket.

"Eddie, I... Eddie..." She had a small smile on her face which expanded into a broad grin.

"We're a right couple of wassocks, aren't we? I, haha, back there, I really wanted to jam on the brakes but, I don't know, I just couldn't... I could see it coming towards me like in slow motion and... whoosh..!" She flung up her arms and spread her fingers and "Spladoosh! Wurgh! All over me...!" Her fingers spiralled down over her body, "But you, you looked so shocked... Like you were asking yourself 'what the hell just happened to me?' But you weren't getting any answers. Oh, haaaaahaaahaaa...!!" She rolled on her back convulsed in laughter, clutching her stomach, "It was sooo funny..!" The epitome of 'rotflmao'....

But she'd broken the tension. We laughed and chatted easily as we downed the coffee and sandwiches, and after that we lay back on the blanket in the sun and let it bake us dry.

Maybe I fell asleep to the droning of the bees and flies, but my nose tickled and - I opened my eyes. Mum was crouched over me with a long blade of grass which she was now using to caress my cheek. She replaced it with a kiss, her breast squeezing up against my bare chest as she did so.

"Come on, we've got places to see, nooks and crannies to explore..." She looked like she was considering what she'd just said but then shrugged and bent over to pick up her dress, her bum cheeks seeming to give me a little wave in so doing ...

"Why don't you leave your shirt off, Eddie? You've got a great body and I noticed you can do with a little sun. I mean, you know, all that studying..." Had my mum been sussing me out while I dozed?

But I did as she said and stuffed my shirt into one of the side bags.

Then we were off again, and it was getting to middle afternoon, though I wished I could have halted time on this day and played it over and over.

Mum now seemed to be in her element, and started swinging her bike from left to right, singing along to herself, something about raindrops falling on her head. I was easily pedalling behind her, savouring the pleasures of being her spectator, when a deep roar emerged from round the bend. A flash of racing green suddenly appeared in the middle of the road just as mum's swing also took her into the middle.

It was a confused second. The sportscar swerved frantically to the side, mum swerved as well, losing control of the bike and careening off the side of the road. The driver didn't stop. I watched the taillights of the car disappear over the hill with an added burst of acceleration, then turned back to where mum had disappeared. Mum? I couldn't see her. I could only see the rear wheel of her bike on its side turning lazily, but where was mum?? I frantically dropped my own bike and raced over to the edge. There she was, sprawled in the ditch, arms and legs at all angles. I shimmied quickly down to her, tears already beginning to swim in front of my eyes. I took her head as gently as possible into my arms and wiped away the hair and blood and brought my face close to hers.

"Mum! Mum! ... oh God, mum...!"

Her eyes flickered open and she seemed to look in all directions at once before focussing on me.

"Wha... wh....?"

She brought up a scraped hand to my face and tried to wipe away the tears which were now freely flowing down my cheeks. Then she lifted her other arm around the back of my head and pulled me down to her chest.

"What the fuck just happened?"

"A car... fucking idiot didn't stop.... the bastard.... you're OK now... you OK? Jeez. Hold on, don't move..."

"I don't think I can."

I scrambled back up to my bike and took out the first-aid pack I'd thought to bring along and then scrambled back down to her.

She was rubbing the side of her head.

"Don't move. Look, mum, we've got to see what condition you're in, so just don't move, OK?"

"OK boss.... be gentle..." She closed her eyes, but I knew she might have concussion so I couldn't let her lose consciousness. I slapped her a couple of times on the cheek.

"Stay with me, all right? Stay with me. I need you awake.."

"Ow, that hurt...."

"I'm going to look you over, see what the damage is.."

Did I see her actually smile when I said that?

But now I was totally concentrating on the job at hand. The blood turned out to be mostly superficial, from her right leg and arm. I had her move all her joints. I pressed into her back and into her stomach and asked her did it hurt? could she feel what I was doing? was there pain here? there? her ribs maybe? Only her ankle. It wasn't broken, but she'd twisted it. I sat back.

"I think you can try and sit up now."

"Thanks, doc."

"Look, there's another stream back there. Thank heavens we're in the Peak District, they seem to have streams all over the show. I'm going to bring some water and get you cleaned up a bit and we'll get some iodine on those scrapes.."

I went to get the thermos from her pack, but the glass inside had splintered in the crash. So I took a couple of plastic cups. When I got back she was still sitting in the ditch but she'd taken her dress off and was examining herself, trying to look under her arm and behind her.

"Let me do that."

I didn't think twice and unhooked her bra and pulled the side of her panties down over her hip. There was a long scrape down the side of her body. I went to work with my T-shirt which I used as a towel to wipe her clean, and then dabbed iodine into the injuries with cotton wool. As I worked, my eyes were drawn to her breasts. She wasn't covering them and I was surprised at how firm they seemed to be, very little sag, and the nipples, pointing...maybe she was cold? shock, maybe?

I looked up. She was watching my face. She was smiling.

"Come here."

She held out her arms and I fell into them, my face pressed up against her breast, her nipple oh so close to my mouth - I could stick out my tongue.... She kissed the top of my head. I kissed her breast.

I lifted my head away from her and we both looked into one another's eyes, then fell back into a tight hug. We stayed like that for a minute or so, and then reason prevailed. Mum, all business, said,

"I'm going to try and stand now but you might have to catch me if I fall..."

With that, using my shoulder as a crutch, she levered herself up and tried to put her weight on both legs. She immediately lifted her right foot off the ground.

"Ow, no, it's too sore. What can we do?"

It was a strange sight. She was leaning there against my shoulder wearing only her panties, and even they had been lowered at one side so that I could tend to her.

She was looking at me enquiringly. I was looking into her face, but my mind was taking in her lovely body.