My Vacation With Mom Part 1

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My Vacation With Mom Part 1I had been waiting nearly six hours before they announced the arrival of my mother’s plane. It was late, it was hot, and I was tired, and the last place on earth I wanted to be at the present time was the San Fernando airport. My flight from New York had come in earlier, and rather than take the long cab ride to the resort, then have to come back to meet her, I figured I’d just stay at the airport. Of course, her flight was delayed. And delayed. And delayed. At last, I saw her as she entered the terminal. It had been over a year and a half since I’d seen mom. With me in New York and the rest of my family in Seattle, it just didn’t work out. I took her carry-on and embraced her, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.”You look great!” I said. And I meant it. After my brother had gone on and on about her being in total misery since the old man left a year ago, I was expecting somehow she’d look haggard and worn out. But she was her perky, cheerful old self, the mom I’d always known. As we waited at the baggage claim, she quickly caught me up on what had been going on since we’d last seen each other. As we talked, I looked at her and realized her taste in clothing hadn’t changed much. She’d always dressed conservatively, but always with style. Tonight she had on a beige jacket with a matching beige skirt, and a white blouse with little ruffles around the color. She wore light blue earrings in the shape of a heart. Around her waist was a thin leather belt with what looked like a handcrafted bronze buckle, and she had on a necklace with a bronze pendant that matched the buckle on her belt. Her blonde hair was pulled back, giving her a formal, professional look. I noticed there wasn’t a trace of gray in her hair.After retrieving her luggage, we found a cab and started on the long ride to the resort. As the cab made its way over the twisting, bumpy roads, I thought back on the events that had led me here. The call from my brother had come just a week ago. “Yo! Big brother Tom, how’s it going? Ken here.” His voice sounded upbeat and cheerful. I knew from experience that meant there was trouble coming. Call it brotherly intuition.”Look,” he continued, ” you won’t believe this, but I won a four-day, all-expense-paid vacation to a four star resort in San Fernando.”There was silence on my end of the line.”You know, the Caribbean island.””Oh, yeah,” I muttered, “So, great for you. How does this involve me?””I can’t go, see, because I got this big contract we’re working on here in Seattle. So I thought, great! I’ll give it to mom and she can go with one of her girlfriends. It will get her out of that big lonely house. So mom agrees and for the first time in a long time I think she got excited about something.”I had dinner there last week and she had half a dozen maps of the Caribbean spread on the table. She’d found some book about the history of San Fernando, and she’d downloaded schedules of tours you can take to the other islands around it. I mean, that’s the most excited I’ve seen her since the old man left.””Well,” my brother continued, “It’s a long, involved story, but it seems her friend just met this guy, and instead of going to San Fernando, at the last minute, her friend decides to go to Las Vegas to marry this guy. Funny, huh? And meantime, I’ve made all these reservations and booked airline tickets and on and on.””And exactly how does this involve me?” I repeated.”So I thought, what can I do? This will really destroy mom. She’d never go alone, of course. Then I came up with the perfect solution. I thought, hey, Tom doesn’t have a real job…””Watch it, Ken,” I interrupted, “I’m a consultant with a PhD in electrical engineering and make more in a year than you do in two.””Whatever,” he continued, “What I meant was, your time is your own. And you being separated and all, I figured, hey, why doesn’t my good brother Tom go with mom to this place?””You figured all that out yourself?” I asked.”Yeah,” he answered, “What do you think?””You’re crazy,” I answered, “That’s what I think.””You haven’t seen her in over a year. She told me that. Look, I’ll make all the arrangements here in Seattle. It’s not like I’m asking you to sit naked on an anthill or something, this place is top of the line, check out their website. Not so bad a deal, huh?”I reluctantly asked him for the dates. While he held on the phone, I checked my calendar. I could squeeze it in, I realized, and suddenly I thought about the twelve hour days I’d been working for the last few months, and how much I needed a break, and how I did feel a little twinge of guilt about not seeing the family in so long. What the hell…”O.K.” I told my brother, “I’ll go.”*****It was 11:30 by the time we checked in. The resort was a casual, cabin type of setup, with a single main building, and cabins spread down the beach on either side. “And will you be eating breakfast in your cabin, or in the dining room,” the girl at the check-in counter asked. I looked at mom. She shrugged, as if to say ‘I don’t know, you decide’.”Uh, I guess we’ll have breakfast here,” I answered.”Your cabins are about a half mile down the beach,” the girl continued, “Carlos will take you. Call when you want to be picked up in the morning.”I was momentarily confused. Carlos? Taking us?Mom poked me in the ribs and pointed to the door. There was Carlos, our bags in hand. We followed him to a six-person golf cart waiting in the driveway.*****The cabins we passed seemed in the moonlight to look like miniature duplex houses, each one with two doors, with a little porch in front of each door. They were about a hundred yards apart. Carlos stopped the cart.”You’re the one on the right,” he said as he took our luggage and led us inside, setting our suitcases on folding carts.I fumbled in my pocket for a tip. Carlos gave a little bow and was gone.I looked around. The cabin was set up like a little efficiency apartment. It had a small kitchenette area with a table, a little living room area with two wicker couches, and a bedroom area separated from the rest by a waist high wooden wall. “Shit!” I suddenly exclaimed. Mom looked at me, startled.”Sorry,” I said, “I forgot to tell them we needed a rollaway bed.””Don’t worry about it,” Mom said, “We’ll get one tomorrow. Remember when we used to go camping and the four of us would spend the night in that little tent?” she asked, “Compared to that, this will be a spacious sleeping arrangement. And besides, it will be the first time I’ve had a warm body in bed with me since…” she paused, “since he left.””If it’s O.K. with you.” I said, shrugging my shoulders. I looked at my watch. It was midnight. I was exhausted, and didn’t look forward to spending another half hour waiting for a bed to arrive.”I’ll get the bathroom first,” mom said. She opened her suitcase and as she began getting her things, a loud scream suddenly pierced through the air. Startled, we both turned toward the source of the scream; the wall separating our suite from the one adjoining us.My first thought was to run out the door to help. I looked for a phone. Did they have 911 here?Then there was another scream, and a woman’s voice cried out loudly, “Yes, Roy! Do it to me, Roy! Yes! Fuck me now! Put your big cock in me and fuck me now!” It was a woman’s voice. A young woman with a southern accent. Alabama or Mississippi, I guessed.I looked at my mother, a smile forming on my face. She smiled back at me. I think we were both relieved that at least it wasn’t a mad ax murderer next door. The cries and screams continued.”Oh, Fuck! Oh, Fuck! Oh, Fuck!” we heard the scream.”I’ll go say something to them,” I said, looking at mom. I was a little embarrassed for her.”No,” she said, “It’s alright, they’ll be done in a minute or two.” She blushed slightly.The screams ended. Whoever was next door had finished their sexual workout. It was quiet again, and mom went into the bathroom. As the door to the bathroom closed, I grabbed a pair of shorts and a t-shirt from my suitcase. I quickly changed into them and slid under the covers on the bed. A few minutes later, the door to the bathroom opened and mom stepped out. She was wearing a white, knee-length nightgown. The light in the bathroom was still on, and as she hung her clothes on the hooks outside the bathroom door, for one brief moment, I could see the light shining through the fabric of her nightgown, showing the outline of her full, large breasts, and how they swayed back and forth, braless, under her nightgown. I closed my eyes and was instantly asleep.*****My eyes popped open. My bladder had sent an urgent warning to my subconscious brain that I’d better wake up, or risk a disaster. It was dark and it took me a moment to remember where I was. I stood and stumbled in the darkness to the bathroom. With my business done, I opened the bathroom door, keeping the light on so I could check out the path back to the bed.I saw mom, lying on her stomach. It was hot, and I realized we hadn’t thought about turning the air conditioning on, and the blanket on the bed had pulled up until it was bunched up at mom’s waist. Her nightgown had followed the blanket. I looked down at her, the light from the bathroom illuminating the bed. I don’t know why, but I just stood there and looked. I stared at her feet. Her toenails, I noticed, were painted red. Then up her calves to her thighs. They looked smooth and trim. Then higher, to her ass, covered by her panties. Her ass was large and full, but at the same time looked firm. Not bad for 48 years old. She must work out, I thought to myself. Her panties were white and silky-looking where they hugged her rear, and in the middle, darker, as her panties spanned the deep valley between her asscheeks.Mom’s legs were slightly spread, and I could see the uppermost part of her inner thighs, white and smooth, as they came to a juncture at the point hidden beneath her panties. Her head was turned slightly away from me, and her blonde hair spread out on the pillow like a halo. I have no idea why it came to my mind at that moment, but I thought about the last time I’d had sex. It had been two weeks before, when I’d been working late at a client’s office, and the girl who’d been assigned by the client to assist me started talking about what a rotten marriage she had, and how her husband didn’t appreciate her, and one thing led to another and we were soon locked in a passionate embrace.And I remembered how she took my hand and led me to her boss’s office. She cleared the clutter off his desk, and said to me, “I want it here. I want you to fuck me here.” And I did. She was active and loud as we fucked, and afterward, she wiped my penis clean with her hand and spread the mixture of my cum and her pussy juices all over the seat of her boss’s chair. “He’s such an asshole,” she said, “let him figure out where that came from.”I looked down again at my mother’s legs and panty-covered ass. Maybe it was that memory of two weeks ago, or maybe it was just the Caribbean air, but I realized my cock was now hard and erect, pointing toward the ceiling. I’m not sure what motivated me to do it, but I went into the bathroom and grabbed a little bottle of body oil I’d seen earlier.Moving to the foot of the bed, I squirted the oil onto on my cock. Looking down at mom, I took my cock in my hand and slowly began stroking it. I looked at her face, nestled into the pillow, her hair, silky and soft, and I stroked my cock harder. I looked down at her thighs, and at the place they came together at her ass, and suddenly I felt the cum spewing out of my cock. I jerked my hand hard up and down, and my cum flew out in stringy waves, landing in large globs on the carpet in front of me. I got a towel in the bathroom and knelt down on the floor, my cock hanging limp under me. I cleaned my cum off the carpet as best as I could, all the while trying hard to suppress my feelings of guilt and embarrassment at what I’d just done. *****When I opened my eyes, the sun was shining directly into them. I squinted and turned my head away. Mom was sitting at the table, sipping a cup of coffee.”Finally awake, sleepyhead? Breakfast ends in half an hour. Let’s get going. I’ve already called for our cart,” she said with a smile.Over breakfast, mom outlined the plans for the next few days. She had something scheduled every day.”Today,” she told me, “we get a boat at 4:00 for San Maritius. They have a tour of the museum there that will last until 6:00, then we can take a taxi around the island and meet the last boat back here at 9:00.”I looked at her in amazement and just nodded my head. My idea of a vacation didn’t seem to be the same as hers.”What about we hit the beach until we have to get the boat?” I asked.”The beach?””Yeah, you know, sand, ocean, waves, that kind of stuff.””I didn’t even bring a swimsuit.”I looked at her in amazement.”We’re in a Caribbean paradise, and you didn’t bring a swimsuit?””I haven’t been swimming in years,” she replied.”You have to go back with a tan to at least prove tekirdağ escort to Ken you were here. And it’s not about swimming,” I said, “It’s about lying on the beach with a good book, relaxing. “Maybe I don’t know how to relax,” she said with a smile, “Maybe when we’re in town the next time, I’ll look for a suit.” Same old mom.After breakfast, we headed back toward the lobby. I saw a little gift shop/convenience store type of place and we wandered inside. Against one wall, there was a nicely stocked selection of wine. They had my favorite Merlot for about half the price I’d pay back home. I loaded six bottles in my arms. Then I saw the clothes rack at the back of the store.”Mom,” I said, “they’ve got swimsuits here.” She walked back and glanced at the clothes rack.”No, those are for girls. Not my style.”I looked at her, a confused expression on my face.”Look,” she said, “They’re overpriced and undersized. I can’t buy any of these. Maybe in town I can find a clothing store.””But town is thirty miles away. I’ll pay for the suit. I just want to sit on the beach for a while until we go on your tour.”Mom glared at me, but finally gave in. She glanced at the rack and grabbed a suit, handing it to me. “You’re wasting your money,” she muttered.*****”Yeeek!” mom screamed.”What?””I can’t come out in this!””Why not?””This is for a nineteen year old, not for me, and it doesn’t fit. It’s too small,” she called out to me through the closed door.”It doesn’t matter. Look, there’s no one on the beach, and if there was, they’re strangers anyway.”No way, I couldn’t even let you see me in this.””Come on, Mom, you’re just an old fuddy-duddy. Be a little daring.”A moment went by, then another, then the door to the bathroom opened. I let out a little gasp as my mom stood in the doorway. It was a peach colored bikini. The top cupped her big breasts, covering them, but just barely. And she was right, the bikini was too small. The peach material spanned across the middle of her breasts, leaving most of the upper parts exposed, and at the bottom, her breasts swelled out from under the tight bikini top. And the bottom of the bikini…the whole thing hung low on her hips, at least three inches below her belly button. The front and back were two ‘V’s, each ‘V’ coming to a point and disappearing at her crotch, exposing her outer thighs and hips the entire way to her waist.I let out a little whistle. “Sexeeey!”Mom frowned at me.”I couldn’t possibly be seen in public like this,” she said.”Mom, there’s no public here, besides, you have a great body. You must work out, huh?”She nodded and gave me a brief smile, as if happy that I’d noticed.”I try to go down to the club about three times a week,” she said, “nothing too much. Treadmills, bicycles, that type of thing.””Well, whatever you’re doing has sure paid off.” She blushed and thanked me.Her belly was smooth and while not perfectly flat, most women half her age would be proud to have theirs look as good. Her thighs looked trim and tight and their muscles seemed well-toned.”Let’s go down and get some sun.” I said. There was a whicker basket in the kitchenette stuffed with picnic type things, and I threw a couple of bottles of wine in it. Grabbing two folding chairs from the porch, I ran in my bare feet toward the beach. Aside from another couple several hundred yards away, it looked like we’d have the entire beach to ourselves.I set up the chairs and looked back toward the cabin. Mom was just coming out the door. Of course, she’d slipped a blouse on and had a large beach towel tied around her waist. We sat down, and each of us propped a book up on our lap.Suddenly a figure appeared in front of us.”Hi, there! We’re your next-door neighbors. We saw you coming down here and just wanted to stop by and introduce ourselves.”I immediately recognized the voice. With its southern drawl, it was the same voice we’d heard screaming the night before.”I’m Lisa,” she said, “and that’s my husband Roy.” She pointed toward a figure headed toward us carrying two beach chairs. She giggled, “It feels funny to say ‘my husband’. We’ve only been married for three days. We’re on our honeymoon now. Roy and I are from Mobile. How about you guys?”I put out my hand. “I’m Tom, and this is my… this is Sally.”Lisa shook each of our hands enthusiastically. By now, the figure with the chairs had arrived. Roy propped the chairs against his legs and extended his arm to each of us.”We’re from…Seattle,” I said, figuring there was no sense in going into the whole Seattle/New York story.”It’s so nice meeting you, Tom, Sally,” Lisa said, “I’m sure we’ll see more of each other Well, it’s a big beach so we’ll walk up a little ways to give you guys some privacy.””Don’t be silly,” mom said, “put your chairs down right here.”I looked at her and rolled my eyes. So much for a quiet day at the beach. As Roy unfolded the chairs, I had a chance to study them. Lisa was a short girl, and a little on the plump side. For some reason, she reminded me of a little roly-poly teddy bear. She wore a bikini that she definitely shouldn’t have been wearing. The top consisted of two triangles of cloth that barely covered the front of each breast. As she talked, her floppy breasts jiggled up and down and I was afraid they might at any minute pop out from the top of her bikini.In the front, the bottom of her bikini was nothing more than a three-inch wide strip of cloth that went from her waist to her crotch. Her stomach, while not exactly fat, had a chubby, rounded look to it. Lower, her waist curved out into a large ass, which spread out against the surface of the beach chair when she sat down.Lisa had a pretty face. It was round, with dimpled cheeks, and a little cupid mouth that always seemed to be curved upward in a smile. And her eyes… her eyes had this little devilish glint to them, as if she was about to do something bad, and wanted you to join her.Roy looked to me to be about six feet tall. He had a muscular build, his biceps were thick and well formed and his stomach rippled with muscles. He had on a pair of bikini-brief swim trunks. They hugged him tightly, and looking at him, it was impossible not to notice the large bulging mound pushing out against the front of his trunks.It soon became evident that Roy was the strong and silent type, apparently already resolved to the fact that Lisa was the spokesman in their partnership. Lisa sat on the edge of her chair facing us. She began to talk. Lisa, we soon found out, was a talker. Five minutes later, I knew more about Lisa’s life story than I knew about some people I’d known for years. “Roy and I are 20 years old,” she told us, “We wouldn’t be at such a fancy place for our honeymoon except my uncle owed Daddy some money and he repaid him by paying for our trip.””Roy’s a backhoe operator with the county,” Lisa explained, “and I’m going to cosmetology school. Well, not exactly cosmetology, we learn a lot more than that. Stuff like skin care and massage, so when I graduate I can work in one of those ‘whole body spas’, or at a resort, or even on a cruise ship. There’s a lot of opportunities.”Mom glanced at me with a little smile on her face, as if to say, ‘see, aren’t you glad I invited them to sit here’? “So how long have you guys been married?” Lisa looked at us and asked.Mom looked at me. There was a pause. I wondered how she would respond.”About two years,” mom answered with a little smile on her face.”Cool, so you two are almost newlyweds, too,” Lisa said.Lisa’s voice, with her southern accent, was soft and pleasant to listen to, and she had a certain open, vivacious quality to her that intrigued me. I think mom was equally fascinated by the young woman. She had an uninhibited air about her, as if she was willing to bare her soul to anyone, and share her innermost thoughts about anything. But yet, she seemed so confident and self-assured that I soon forgot I was talking to a girl barely out of her teens.”How long will you two be staying here?” mom asked.”Four more days,” Lisa answered, “then Roy’s ‘gotta go back to work and I have classes. Hey, the sun’s getting higher. Roy, better get the lotion out.” Roy reached into a large bag beside the chair and pulled out a tube of suntan lotion. He hadn’t said a single word yet. “So Sally, are you going to get some sun?” Lisa asked, looking at mom, who still had on her blouse and a towel around her waist.Mom shrugged her shoulders and began to unbutton her blouse. She pulled it off and undid the towel.”Nice suit!” Lisa exclaimed, “I wish I had a figure like yours; to be able to look so good in a bikini.”A slight blush crossed mom’s face.”I don’t normally wear stuff like this,” Lisa said, looking down at her bikini, “at home I have a one-piecer, because we’d be swimming with family and all, and I wouldn’t want my tits to hang out like this, I mean, with k**s and stuff around. But Roy saw this in the store, and this being our honeymoon and all, I sort of figured I’d give him whatever he wanted.” She looked at her husband and let out a little giggle. “So I figured if Roy could choose my suit, then I could choose Roy’s. So I found this little thing.” She reached over and slid her finger under the elastic hem of Roy’s suit. She tugged on it, then let it go with a snap.Lisa suddenly turned away from us and plopped herself face down on the beach chair. Her breasts bulged out on either side of her body, flattened like pancakes underneath her. The bottom of her bikini fought a losing battle trying to cover her rear. The material had bunched together in the middle, leaving most of her large asscheeks exposed. “O.K., big boy,” she said, “lather me up.”Mom looked at me and smiled again, as if she were enjoying the entertainment. Roy knelt on the sand and started applying the lotion to Lisa’s body. He started on her calves, then worked his way up her thighs, and soon had both hands cupped over her rear, massaging her asscheeks with oil. Her ass jiggled back and forth as he spread the lotion. Lisa let out a little moan.As I watched his hand move across her, her rear so prominently displayed, I could feel that familiar bulge beginning to form in my swimsuit. I raised the back of my chair slightly, hoping a more upright position would help hide it a little.Roy continued working his way up Lisa’s body until he’d done her back and shoulders. She immediately rolled over. “Now my front,” she commanded.Her breasts, with little support provided by tiny bikini top, flopped down on either side of her chest. They were in serious danger of popping completely out of her bikini.Roy began his way up the front of her legs. As he moved higher, Lisa spread her legs to give him access to the inside of her thighs. With Lisa’s head facing away from us, I found myself looking straight up between her outspread legs, but Lisa and Roy seemed oblivious to the fact they had an audience. Roy continued his way up. He was now applying the oil to her lower stomach.I glanced at mom. She’d been staring at the scene in front of us too, but when she saw me look her way, she blushed slightly and reached down to pick up her book.Lisa let out a little giggle and I turned to see Roy’s hand stuffed down the front of her bikini bottom. Lisa slapped his arm, and he quickly pulled it out. Roy moved up to her breasts and massaged the lotion in, occasionally letting his hands slip under her top. As he rubbed the oil on, her breasts flopped back and forth like big mountains of soft dough. He did her face, and finally finished, sat back on his chair.”What’s the matter with you guys?” Lisa asked, staring at us, “You’re going to get the worst sunburn! Maybe you Northerners aren’t used to the sun, but it can kill you if you’re not careful!”Mom pulled a tube of suntan lotion out of the beach bag she’d brought with her. She squirted some into her hand and began to spread it on her feet and legs. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched her. As she leaned forward, rubbing the oil onto her legs, her breasts hung low in her bikini top, gently swaying with the motion of her arms. I could see the deep valley between her breasts. She squirted some more lotion on her thighs. I didn’t realize it, but I was now staring straight at her. She turned her head and looked at me. Embarrassed, I looked away. I tried to keep my eyes on Lisa and Roy. Lisa was just finishing applying oil to her husband’s back. She leaned over him, facing mom and I, and her breasts dangled down from her chest like big water balloons, swinging from side to side, barely contained by the little pouches of her bikini top.Meanwhile, Mom was applying the oil to her stomach, and saw her hands moving up toward her breasts. I turned my head toward her and watched as she spread the oil over her stomach, and higher, until she reached the little area of her breasts bulging out from the bottom of her bikini top. With her fingertips, she spread the lotion there.As I turned back to watch Lisa’s tits swinging and her ass wiggling back and forth, and then turned again toward tekirdağ escort bayan my mother beside me, her hands gliding over her stomach, and across her chest, my body reacted. I glanced down and realized my cock was now hard and erect, forming a bulge in the front of my swimsuit. I raised my knees higher. Mom abruptly glanced up at me. If she was upset or surprised to see me watching her, her expression didn’t show it. She squirted more lotion on her hand and rubbed it across the top of her breasts exposed above her bikini. When she’d finished her face and arms, she turned toward me.”Would you mind getting my back?” she asked as she rolled over onto her stomach.I rolled off my chair and awkwardly crawled to her, hoping she wouldn’t notice the hard-on pushing out the front of my swimsuit.I knelt over her. Mom’s breasts, flattened against the beach chair, bulged out slightly on either side of her body. Her bikini bottom, cut as low in the back as it was in the front, hugged against her, accentuating the full round curves of her ass.I squirted some lotion on my hands and began massaging it onto her lower back. Her skin felt soft and smooth as I spread the lotion. I moved higher, avoiding the thin strap of her bikini top, until I realized I’d have to apply oil there. I slid both my oil-covered hands under the strap, and moved them sideways across her back and down her sides until they just touched the bare skin of her breasts bulging out from underneath her.Finished, I quickly sat down in my beach chair, raising my knees up to help hide the mound at my crotch. Mom rolled over and pulled the back of her chair up. Meanwhile, Lisa reached out and gave her husband a solid slap on the ass.”Turn over, big boy,” she said, “time for the front.”Lisa was applying oil to Roy’s chest and one glance at his crotch made it very obvious what state of mind he was in. Mom let out a little gasp. The suit Roy wore was far too small, and there, poking out from the top of it, for all the world to see, was at least three inches of his cock, its huge bulbous head pressed tight against his belly. Mom covered her mouth with her hand and giggled. She turned to me to see if I’d noticed it too.Lisa looked up and followed our stares.”Roy, you’ve got to keep that monster under control,” she said. She tugged the top of his suit up as high as it would go, but to no avail, the head of his cock still stuck out the top. She shrugged her shoulders, as if to say, ‘Sorry, nothing I can do about it’, and continued applying the lotion.”Newlyweds,” mom whispered to me and giggled again. I leaned down and opened the picnic basket. I uncorked a bottle of wine and poured a glass for each of us.”What about them?” mom asked.The basket only had two wine glasses, but there was a pack of plastic cups at the bottom and ripped it open and poured two more glasses. Lisa had finished with the suntan lotion and they both brought the backs of their chairs up.”Lisa, Roy, would you guys like some Merlot?”Lisa looked up.”Merlot?””Uh, I held the glass up. It’s a type of wine.””Sure,” she answered.Lisa took the glasses from my hand and handed one to Roy. He was sitting with his knees up, which helped hide his huge erection.”You know what’s funny?” Lisa said, “Roy and I are old enough to get married and have k**s, but we’re not old enough to drink.” She giggled and took a long sip of wine.”Are either of you driving tonight?” I asked.They both looked at me strangely for a second, then laughed when they realized I was joking.”Then I guess a glass of wine it’s alright.” I said.Lisa suddenly jumped up. “Sally, you never oiled up your hubby! He’ll turn to toast in this sun!””In a second, let me finish this,” mom said, holding up her drink.”Never mind, I’ll get him myself.” Lisa went to the back of my chair and lowered it. She squirted some lotion on her hands and began spreading it on my legs.”Don’t worry, Sally,” she said, “I do this for a living. I mean, not this, but massages. At least I will when I graduate.”She smoothed the lotion across my legs and my back.”Now roll over.”I didn’t move.”Roll over,” she repeated.”I can’t,” I said softly.”Why can’t…” she started to say, then understood why. “That’s O.K., it happens all the time. Nothing to be ashamed of, it’s a natural reaction. I’ve seen it lots of times in my massage class.”I turned my head to look up at her. She was looking at mom.”He has a hard-on, Sally. And he’s embarrassed about it. You don’t mind, do you?”I turned my head to look at mom. She was smiling. “No, I don’t mind. It’s O.K., hubby, you can turn over.”I frowned at her. She laughed, as if she was amused by the entire situation.I slowly turned over. Looking down, I saw my cock making a huge tent in my swimsuit, the material bulging up, clearly defining the outline of my hard-on. I could feel myself blushing and knew my face must be bright red.Lisa continued with the oil, spreading it up my legs.”Spread your legs, big boy,” she said. Her hands rubbed oil on the insides of my thighs, and before moving on to my stomach, she grabbed my cock through my swimsuit and gave it a hard squeeze. When she was done, Lisa stood up.”All done,” she said.I pulled the back of my chair up and raised my knees, glad to be out of the center of attention. I grabbed the wine bottle and filled everyone’s glass.Lisa raised her glass. “Here’s to new friends,” she said. We raised our glasses and saluted her in return.”Let’s go for a swim, baby,” Roy said. Mom and I both stared at him. We’d both realized they were the first words he’d said.Lisa jumped up, and Roy ran after her. Content to sit and watch them, mom and I sipped our wine in silence.”So how’s everything?” I finally turned to her and asked, “I mean, with dad gone?”She looked at me. “I’m doing fine. It took me a while to get over it. The worst part was giving up the friends we’d mutually shared. They pretty much dumped us both after the divorce.””And you?” mom asked, “what about you?””Your story sounds familiar, I think I’m going through the same thing. Cheryl says the divorce papers should be ready next week. I’ve never had a chance to tell you, mom, how sorry I am I screwed up my marriage. I hope I haven’t hurt you.”Mom laughed.”Me worried about your marriage! How about me screwing up mine?” “It wasn’t your fault, though. Even though he’s my father, I know he’s pretty much of an asshole when it comes to other women.”Mom laughed and raised her glass. “I’ll drink to that.”We sat back and watched the newlyweds playing in the waist deep water. Lisa put her foot in Roy’s clenched hands and he flipped her backwards. They continued with this, and about every other time they did it, Lisa’s top would slip off her breasts and end up tangled around her neck. After about the third time, she gave up and pulled her top off, holding it in her hands. They eventually stood still, facing each other. We watched as Roy took one of Lisa’s breasts in his hand, then leaned down and kissed it. Soon, he was alternating between her breasts, pushing his head hard against them, sucking and nibbling each one in turn. I looked at mom. She watched them with no expression on her face. I don’t know whether Lisa and Roy thought we weren’t watching, or just didn’t care, but they continued their games. We watched as Roy reached down and lowered the bottom of Lisa’s bikini. She stepped out of them and held them in her hand with her top. There were no waves on the beach, just a gentle swell as the water moved up and down. At the top of each swell, the water came to Roy’s waist, at the bottom, just slightly above his knees. He grabbed Lisa around the ass and pulled her up against him. We watched as he tugged his trunks down over his hips. Lisa moaned, loud enough for us to hear. It was obvious he had entered her.I glanced at mom. She seemed entranced by what was happening in front of us. She looked back at me.”Ah, to be young again,” she said softly.”You’re not old, mom.””Too old for making love on the beach. Your dad and I…” her voice trailed off.”What?””We had a good… love life for the first few years, then he discovered all those… young things at work…I couldn’t compete with them.”As we talked, we watched as Roy’s hips thrust back and forth against Lisa. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. With each thrust, he lifted her up and then lowered her body hard against his. Her head was thrown back, her breasts flying up and down as they fucked in the water.”But that’s all over now,” mom continued.”Come on, mom, you’re talking yourself down. You’re intelligent and sexy, and you’ve got the body of a twenty year old.”She smiled, “I think I could at least compete with her,” she said, pointing at Lisa. I laughed. “See, that’s the point, it’s all based on your own self-image. Lisa’s an enchanting, sexy, intriguing person, only because that’s what she thinks she is. You’ve got to do the same.””What? Act intriguing, sexy, and enchanting?” she asked with a smile.”Try it.” I said.Our conversation was interrupted by a scream from Lisa. Their bodies pounded against each other, until Roy slowly released his hands from Lisa’s ass and lowered her. They stood together and kissed. Lisa pulled on her bikini, Roy pulled up his swimsuit, and they made their way back toward us.”Mind if we have another wine?” Lisa asked as she sat down on her beach chair. Nothing in her voice or manner indicated she’d just been fucked less than a minute ago.I filled their glasses. That was the last bottle in the cooler, I realized. I’d have to go get another in the cabin.”Can I ask you a question?” Lisa said, looking at mom, “and you won’t get upset?”Mom nodded.”I couldn’t help but notice,” she continued, “you’re a little… older than Tom.””Yes, a little bit,” she answered, “In fact, sometimes he calls me mom and I call him son. Sort of our pet names for each other.”Lisa nodded, “So how did it happen? I mean, how did you meet?”Mom smiled at me, then looked at Lisa.”Well, obviously, Tom’s my second husband,” mom answered. I could see she was really enjoying the charade. “The first marriage just didn’t work out. I met Tom when I was vacationing in France. It was in a casino there that I first saw him. At the Baccarat table.”Lisa’s mouth dropped open. “That’s so romantic,” she said, “Like in a fairy tale. But I can see why he’d be attracted to you. You’re pretty and you have a great body. I’d die for your body.””Thank you,” mom said.”And you’re here on vacation now?””Yeah,” mom answered, “He had a few weeks off from the embassy… in Budapest.”I glanced at mom and frowned. Her game was going too far.”Wow, you have such an exciting life. I mean, compared to ours,” she said, looking at Roy.I saw that Lisa’s glass was empty.”I’ll go get another bottle of wine in the cabin.” I said.Mom glanced at her watch.”We’ve been out here for two hours,” she said, “maybe we’d better go in before we really do get broiled.””Would you come up to our cabin?” Lisa said, “We could talk more there. Please?”Mom nodded. I half expected her to go to our room to change out of her bikini, but she didn’t. Their room was identical to ours. I plopped down on the couch and mom sat down beside me. Lisa sat across from us while Roy stood at the counter, opening one of the bottles of wine I’d gotten from our room. “So is it weird, the age difference?”I was suddenly struck by the absurdity of the entire scene. Here was Lisa, who’d just been fucked in the water five minutes earlier, sitting in front of us, leaning forward with her tits hanging down, barely covered by her bikini top, asking my mom and me about our pretend marriage. I started to laugh. Lisa looked at me.”No,” I said, “It works out just fine. She has the experience and I have the energy.”I looked at mom. Her eyes twinkled. Evidently, she was enjoying the game we were playing. Roy came with the wine and filled our glasses. He sat down on the couch beside Lisa. There was a pause as we each took a sip of our wine.”But that must be nice for you, Sally,” Lisa continued, “I mean, to have a young guy with more energy. You know… in bed.””Yes, he keeps me quiet satisfied,” mom said, looking at me with another smile.”So are you guys having fun?” Lisa asked, “I mean, on your vacation?””So far we are,” mom answered.”Can I say something? Lisa continued, “I mean, in an advice sort of way? And you won’t get mad?”Mom nodded.”You’re both older and more experienced than me,” Lisa continued, “but it seems like you guys need to loosen up a little.””How you mean?” mom asked.”Well, you both just seem a little…conservative. You shouldn’t be reading books on the beach. You have to do some crazy things while you’re on vacation. Daddy always used to tell me, ‘you only live once’.””Like what should we do?” mom asked.”I don’t know,” Lisa said, looking at her, “Maybe just go back to your room and fuck each other’s brains out.” Lisa covered her mouth with her hand and laughed, as if she’d realized maybe she’d gone too far.”I did have a new experience today,” mom said.We all looked escort tekirdağ at her, waiting to hear about it. “I shouldn’t have had all that wine,” she said, blushing, “I’m getting silly.””So tell us about your experience,” Lisa said.Mom paused.”It was the first time in my life I ever saw someone else… making love.””You mean us?” Lisa asked with a giggle, “We didn’t think you’d see us that far out in the water. Sorry if we upset you.””No, you didn’t upset me. It was …fascinating. When you think about it, people all over the world do it tens of millions of times a day, but I’ve never seen it in real life. My first husband used to make me watch those porno films, so I’ve seen people… doing it, but never in real life. Never in flesh and blood.””Well, Roy and I are sure flesh and blood,” Lisa said, giving her husband a poke in the ribs, “At least I am. I’m not too sure about Roy.”Roy looked at her with a sheepish smile.”So, Sally,” Lisa continued, “when you saw us, what were you thinking?””I’m not sure,” mom answered, “in a way, it was sort of…exciting. Sort of exciting to watch another couple doing it.”Lisa leaned forward and whispered, “Did it turn you on?” There was a long pause. Mom took another sip of wine, looked up at Lisa, and slowly nodded her head.Now, I felt a little embarrassed. Here was a side of my mother I could never have known, or even suspected.Lisa took a sip of her wine. I could see a little devilish smile form in the corners of her mouth. She looked at mom. “Would you like us to give you another show? Would you like us to do it again?”There was a long pause. Mom looked at me and blushed, clearly embarrassed. Then she looked back at Lisa.”Yes,” she answered softly.”And if we give you a show, Sally, afterward, when you’re hot and wet and turned on from watching us, will you give Tom the fuck of his life?”A little whimper came out of the back of mom’s mouth. Her face was flushed. Her breaths seemed to be coming a little deeper. I wasn’t sure what was happening, where this was all going. Meanwhile, I realized my cock was hard. Rock hard. Erect and throbbing, it pushed against my swimsuit, trying to break free. Lisa stood up. She motioned to Roy and they picked up the wicker coffee table between the two couches and slid it away.Lisa took Roy’s hand and they stood directly in front of mom.”So tell me, Sally,” Lisa said, “tell me what you want to see.”Mom lowered her eyes and turned her head to the side.”Tell me, Sally!” Lisa commanded.”I want…I want to see you do it,” mom finally said, softly.”Do what, Sally?””You know… I want to see you… make love…to…fuck.”Mom glanced at me again. She had a confused look on her face, as if she too wasn’t sure exactly where this was all headed.”And how do you want us to fuck, Sally? Tell me!”Mom let out a little moan.”I want to see his …thing… and I want to see your…pussy.”Mom’s words were deep and raspy, her breasts moved up and down as her breath came in shorter bursts.Lisa reached up and undid her bikini top. She shrugged her shoulders and it fell to the floor, exposing her big, floppy tits. She motioned to Roy and he stood, facing her. She slid his suit down and off his legs. A little whimper escaped from mom’s mouth. His cock, even limp, was truly immense. Lisa knelt in front of him, and without using her hands, leaned down, opened her mouth wide and using her tongue, pulled the head of Roy’s penis into her mouth with a little sucking sound.Holding the head of his cock firmly in her mouth, Lisa swung her head from side to side, stretching and pulling his flaccid penis like a rubber band. As we watched, Roy’s cock slowly began to harden, limiting the range of Lisa’s motions, until finally, hard and erect, his cock prevented her head from moving at all, as if her mouth were glued to a thick, rigid pole.Lisa released his cock from her mouth and it slapped up against Roy’s belly. Mom let out another whimper. Roy’s cock was at least two inches in diameter and looked like it was at least eight inches long. Blue veins rippled up its underside to a large bulbous head.Mom’s mouth was slightly open. Her chest heaved up and down as her breath became shorter. Lisa stood and faced us. We watched as she slowly slid her bikini bottom off her hips and down to her knees, kicking it away. Her cunt was shaved bare. She stood in front of us, her legs parted, the twin mounds of her cunt visible with their lips red and exposed.”So tell me, Sally,” Lisa said, looking at mom, “tell me how you want us to fuck. Do you want me to lie on my back and spread my legs? Do you want me to kneel on all fours so he can fuck me from behind? How do you like Tom to do it to you? Tell me!”As she talked, Lisa’s hands stroked her tits, caressing her nipples, then lower, until they were making small circles over the mound of her shaved pussy. Another small whimper came out of mom’s mouth and she lowered her head. Her face was flushed.”Look up at us, Sally,” Lisa commanded, “Look at Roy’s hard cock. I’m going to let him fuck me now.”Lisa knelt on all fours, her ass toward us, her legs slightly spread.Roy got on his knees behind her, and inserting his thumbs into her, used them to spread her pussy lips open to make room for his cock. He pushed his huge cock against her, and after just two or three strokes, his pelvis was slapping against Lisa’s ass. Lisa’s tits began to swing beneath her in large circles. His hands gripped against the meaty flesh of her ass to pull her tight against him with each stroke.”His cock is in me now, Sally,” Lisa said, “I can feel his cock stroking back and forth in my cunt.” Lisa let out a little moaning sound and continued, “This makes you hot, doesn’t it, Sally, watching us fuck? Maybe you’re thinking about how good it will feel to have your cunt stuffed with Tom’s cock.” Mom continued staring at them, her mouth open. I heard a little groan form in the back of her throat.What happened next occurred as if in a dream. It happened in real-time, but it was like a movie – a movie in slow motion.Mom turned and looked into my eyes. In one slow, fluid motion, she moved her body toward mine and lifted one leg over me until she was straddling my lap, facing me, her body pressed tightly against mine, her crotch pushing down on my hard cock. Another little whimper came out of her mouth. She put her hands behind my head and pulled tightly until my face was pushing against her breasts.She put her mouth so close to my ear I could feel her breath. “I’m so sorry. I’m so very sorry. I’m so very sorry, Tom,” she whispered. Her voice trembled. “I just need it. It’s been so long and I need it. Will you forgive me? Will you ever forgive me for being so terrible? Will you forgive your wicked mother?” I could feel a slight trembling in her body. I put my hands on either side of her head and pulled her head back until I was looking directly into her eyes. I moved my face slowly toward hers until my lips just barely brushed hers. I could feel her breath against my mouth. Her head moved forward and our lips touched again, and I opened my mouth slightly to meet hers, and I felt the wetness of her mouth against mine as we held each other tight.I pulled mom’s head harder against mine. Our tongues momentarily touched, then touched again, and mom brought my tongue deep inside her mouth and our tongues pushed hard together. A small whimper came from the back of mom’s throat, then another. Mom’s pelvis ground back and forth against my cock, her ass sliding up and down on my thighs as she humped against me, our bodied separated only by the fabric of our swimsuits.”Take off your top,” I whispered.Mom reached behind and undid her bikini top. She shook her shoulders, and the top fell down between us. And there, in front of my face were my mother’s huge breasts, round and full and heavy, with large brownish-pink aureoles and erect little nipples pointing straight at my face. I leaned down and pushed my open mouth against one of her breasts, sucking as much of it into my mouth as I could, caressing her nipple with my tongue. Mom moaned and pulled my head tighter against her.”Yes, Tom,” she said softly. Her voice had a husky, throaty sound to it, “Yes! Suck on my breasts! Play with my breasts! So good…”She grabbed my head and moved it to her other breast, all the while her body humping back and forth against my cock.I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer, the pressure was mounting in my cock. I put my arms around mom’s back and slowly leaned forward, off the couch, until I was lying on top of mom, her back on the floor.Lisa and Roy moved to make room for us. Lisa was still on all fours with inside her, but they had stopped their movements, their heads turned toward us.I sat up, kneeling between mom’s outspread legs. Her hair was splayed on the carpet in a circle around her head. She looked up at me, her lips slightly parted, a glazed look in her eyes. Her breasts swayed gently back and forth on her chest as her breaths came deeper and faster.Sliding back, I put my fingers under the elastic hem of her bikini, and slowly began to slide it down her hips. Mom put an arm across her forehead, and let out a series of soft, quick whimpers.I slid back further to allow her legs to come together enough for me to pull the bikini down her thighs and off. Then I slid forward, still on my knees, causing her legs once again to move apart.I looked down. There was my mother’s cunt, spread open and waiting. Her pussy hair was golden blonde, the same color as the hair on her head, and neatly trimmed. Her pussy lips puffed outward, red and swollen, and glistening with her juices.I pulled my swimsuit down, and awkwardly slid it off. Mom raised her head and looked at me. My cock was hard and erect, the veins on it throbbing.”Oh, God!” she moaned, “Oh, God! No! We can’t! No!”I grabbed the base of my cock and held it in my hand, brushing the head of it against mom’s protruding cuntlips. I made little circles with its tip around her clitoris, then lower, brushing her wet, swollen opening with the head of my cock.Mom’s hips began making little up and down strokes, as if begging my cock to enter her. I slid the head of my cock between her cuntlips, gently parting them, then slowly pushed my cock deeper. Her cunt was hot, and tight, and wet against my cock.Abruptly, my mother’s hips left the carpet and thrust upward violently, causing my cock to sink deep into her cunt. Our pelvic bones met, I was as deep inside her.”Oh, God!” she cried out, “Oh, God! Yes! Yes!”I slowly withdrew my cock, until its head nearly left her cunt, then pushed it back again. I put my hands under mom’s ass, and cupping her asscheeks, pulled her tighter against me. I began slow, steady strokes into my mother’s cunt. Suddenly, mom’s legs flew up and wrapped around my waist, her ankles locking behind my ass. Now, with each downward stroke of my cock, her legs flexed, causing her body to slam up against mine.”Oh, God!” she screamed out, “Fuck me! Fuck your mother!”Her breaths came in short, deep gasps. A sheen of sweat covered our bodies. As my mother shook her head from side to side, strands of hair stuck to her wet, sweaty face, flopping into her open mouth, sticking to her eyes. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Roy was once again slamming back and forth against Lisa. I pounded my cock hard into my mother, my hands grasped tight on her ass.”Oh, shit!” she screamed, “Shit! Shit! Fuck me! Fuck your mother, Tom!”I could feel a slow boiling feeling in my balls. “I’m going to cum,” I moaned almost uncontrollably, “I’m going to cum!”I could feel a slight quiver in my mother’s cunt, then her entire body began to shake beneath me. “Oh, shit! Shit!” she cried out. I could feel a spasm in my cock as the first spurt of cum rushed out, spewing deep into my mother’s womb.Her head was thrown back, her mouth wide open. From deep in her throat, a long, low moan formed. Her pelvis made quick, jerking motions against mine. Now, her breasts were flying from side to side, as her breath came in short, deep gasps.As I continued to thrust deep in and out of her, I felt another spurt of cum blasting out of my cock, and then another. Uncontrollably, I let out a loud groan as the last of my sperm spilled into my mother.Mom’s body shook in one long, last spasm, then I could feel her go limp beneath me. I collapsed on top of her, our sweaty bodies making contact from head to toe, my cock still buried inside her.My eyes were closed, and I could hear the slapping sound of Roy’s body meeting Lisa’s. Lisa screamed, and I heard their bodies slip to the floor beside ours. I’m not sure how long we lay there, probably only a minute or two, but I finally rolled off mom, my limp cock slipping out from inside her. Without a word to each other, we pulled our swimsuits on and went back to our room. After the hot sun on the beach, and our physical exertions just minutes before, I realized I was exhausted, and maybe a little drunk. I suspected mom was tired also. As if by some unspoken mutual agreement, we both collapsed on the bed.”Well,” mom said, turning her head toward me, “I guess we’re not going on that tour today.” She smiled and closed her eyes.I looked at the clock on the wall. It was only four in the afternoon.To Be Continued…..

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