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 Title: Going to The Beach


Summary: Son and Mom find their own beach during quarantine. 


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot





   This summer has just sucked, and I mean really sucked.  Try being a just
turned twenty-one year old permanently horny male living in San Clemente
California.  I hit my twenty-first birthday, got ready for every drunken
beach party I could find and blam here was the pandemic.

   What does that mean?  No parties, no booze and especially no pussy. 
Like I said, this summer has sucked.  I mean California was a bit better
than some states on their lockdown, but the beaches were all closed, and
that was all that really mattered to me.

   Why the beaches?  Come on dude, it's like a smorgasbord of tight toned
and tanned bodies in the skimpiest bikini's you can legally get away with
and not be nude.  If I didn't get laid, I at least got a ton of jack off
material to hold me over.

   So for the last month plus it's been me, my rosy fist and the internet.
I would say there was mom, but Jesus man that's my MOM.  I mean yeah a lot
of my buddies would have loved to bed her, hell they even tried a few
times; much to my laughter.

   It's pretty much been mom and me since middle school; which was when Dad
decided that married and a family interfered with his prowling.  You have
caviar at home and you're not satisfied; what a dick.  Needless to say I
haven't heard much from him, and I would be surprised if the next time he
called he told me he had the clap.

   Mom used to claim I was a lot like him, I mean I don't like pussy, I
fucking love it.  But, I got a grip when I hit high school; tried to make
it with one girl at a time; but now I play the field and try to stay safe.

   Being stuck at home with mom hasn't been too bad, we get along pretty
well; mom is pretty open minded and cool; and I try not to be a pain in her
ass; even if it is a nice ass.

   Who am I?  The name is Bart Weathers; yeah so sue me for the name; or
just blame my mom.  My grandparents are left over hippies in California
that's why I live with my mom, Cheyenne Weathers.

   It was mid-morning Friday; I had already finished my online courses when
mom hollered at me to help.  When I got to the front door I almost shit. 
The poor Amazon guy had a dolly and what looked like a refrigerator in a
box, trying to maneuver it through the door.

   "I want it downstairs" Mom was telling him.

   Downstairs, why there I wondered?  That was the home gym, what the hell
did she buy now, I thought.  I helped get it down the stairs and sure
enough into the gym room; in the process damn near getting squished twice.

   Once there, and while mom gave the guy a nice tip for the extra work; I
got a chance to take a look.  It was a Wolff Tanning bed, and one of the
nicer ones on the market.  Well, that answered where our stimulus money
went, not that it would hurt us I thought.  Thank God the thing was pretty
much assembled, thus the huge box.

   I knew the thing wasn't for me, which meant only one thing, Mom was into
tanning; something I had never thought about.  While we got along great, we
had always respected the others privacy, so it had never been a topic of
discussion.  I decided to give mom a hand setting the thing up, it let me
ask the questions going through my head.

   Needless to say I wasn't the only one missing the beach; what struck me
as odd was that I frequented almost every beach, and in all the years I
never saw mom there.

   "I didn't know you were into tanning" I said nonchalantly.

   Instead of answering, mom turned towards me and popped the two top
buttons of her blouse.  Pulling it open three things hit me at the same
time.  The first was the expanse of bronzed skin; the second was the
expanse of tit flesh; the third was a sudden loss of blood in the rest of
my body as my cock went from flaccid to rock hard in like two seconds.

   "Fuck" I whispered.

   "Is that for the tan or the boobs" mom half laughed.

   "Both" I admitted.

   "Thanks" mom gave that half smile.

   Wait a second, my brain finally registered.  I had just gotten a gander
at my mothers' nearly exposed breasts, and not only wasn't she pissed, she
thanked me; what the hell was that about I wondered.

   We got the thing together and set up at the far wall, I rearranged the
weight equipment and bench for more room.  Mom figured it was time for
dinner, so enough for one night.

   The next day was Saturday, no online classes.  I woke with my usual
morning wood and at first thought about a wank off session to start the
day. The last time had actually taken more work than I wanted, so I figured
burn some calories and frustration in the gym.

   I was stretched out on the work bench doing some presses when mom came
strolling in.  She was wearing her white terry cloth bathrobe and carrying
a spray bottle of oils.

   "I hope you don't mind, I have plans this afternoon, so I wanted to try
this thing out." She told me.

   "Go for it" I said.

   I refocused on my weights as mom played with the controls.  I swear it
was an automatic response to turn my head when the robe came off with a
rustle.  I literally froze with the barbell resting against my chest.

   One thought went through my mind; never again would I chastise my
friends for calling my mom a MILF; holy shit.  Under that robe was a pale
blue thong bikini, if you can call three triangles of cloth a bathing suit.

   When she stretched to open the bed the string of her thong slid between
the cheeks of her ass, and God what an ass.  It was firm and tight and
bronzed a golden brown.  She had to wear the same suit when she lay out at
the beach I figured.

   When she turned to climb in my eyes filled with what had to be 36C firm
globes.  I swear to God if there was any sag to those babies I didn't see
it.  They bulged around the two triangles that strained to keep her nipples
covered; for all the good it did as two bullets pressed against the pale
blue cloth.

   This woman was forty, and she had a body that put most twenty year olds
at the beach to shame; and add to that I swore every square inch of her was
a perfect golden brown.  Her skin was glistening with the oil as she
sprayed herself.

   As mom settled onto the bed, she turned and looked right at me.  There
was a glint in her eyes and a smile on her lips.

   "You can breathe now" she said softly.

   "Sorry" I mumbled back in embarrassment.

   "Don't be, we like being looked at." Mom said.

   "You like...what?" I was confused.

   "We like being looked at" mom laughed.  "Look you go to the beach to
gawk at boobs and butts, we go to gawk at the pecs and packages" she said.

   "This isn't exactly the beach" I complained.

   "Why not" mom said.  "Just think of this room as your new beach and look
away."

   "Fuck" I whispered.

   "Do me a favor" mom said suddenly.  "Take your shirt off, you wouldn't
wear it at the beach."

   Setting the weights on the holder I sat up, mom was watching as I
reached up and pulled my shirt over my head.  I admit, I spend a fair
amount of time in the gym, and it's paid off.  I have usually found a
defined chest can get you more pussy than a defined brain.

   I rose from the bench and walked over to the Nordic Track; but this time
I moved it a bit before I sat down, making sure I was facing mom.

   "Mmmmm nice" she encouraged me.

   "Are you enjoying the beach?" I teased her.

   "Very" there was a different tone to her voice, and she made no pretense
as she stared at my body.

   "How long are you here for?" I asked.

   "Long enough for you to take care of that issue by the looks of things"
she smiled.

   I knew what she was seeing, I mean you can only hide eight inches of
steel hard cock so much, and I was sure there was an obvious bulge in my
shorts.

   "Just enjoying the view" I figured I could tease right back.

   "Enjoy away baby" mom sighed.

   For the next ten to fifteen minutes I slowly worked at the Nordic while
mom tanned.  When she rolled onto her stomach my eyes went back to that
fantastic ass, again noticing no marks anywhere on it.  I had the insane
thought of burying my face between those cheeks until she screamed.

   Normally such a thought would make me sick to my stomach; but it was as
if being here in this room, making believe we were at the beach it seemed
acceptable somehow.

   By the time her session ended I was leaking pre cum into my shorts. 
When she slid off the table and picked up her robe, she walked over to
where I sat.  There was zero effort on her part to hide her body so I made
no effort to hide my raging cock.

   "Time to call it" she sighed.  "I think I'll come back to the beach
Monday, how about you" her eyes smoldered as she looked at me.

   "Hell yeah" I grunted.

   Mom nodded and walked to the door, as I watched those bare globes sway
from side to side; honestly her ass was so good it was almost indecent.  At
the door she turned and smiled back at me.

   "You better take care of that thing before it explodes" she giggled.

   "I plan to" I admitted.  "You better take care of that" I nodded at the
obvious wet spot in the small triangle between her thighs.

   "I plan to" mom all but husked.  "Just don't mind the noise" and she was
gone.

   True to her word, as I lay on my bed, my fist going a mile a minute on
my throbbing cock; I heard her lust filled scream echo across the house. 
The sound waves hit my spine, and then traveled down to my balls.  With a
grunt I spewed a huge load all over my spasming gut.

   I should have been ashamed about what had just happened; but I wasn't.
The fact mom was so chill about it surprised me, but put me at ease.  It
was also fun to envision the beach, which is what got my brain to
overworking.

   Sunday, I knew mom would be working.  She is an administrator at the
local hospital, and right now the management was taking turns covering
weekends with all this shit going on.  Actually I was glad because it gave
me the house to myself.

   I honestly was a bit proud of myself; I was pretty damned creative if
you ask me.  First I took all the covers off the dropped ceiling lights,
and then brought in some spare lamps from one of the bedrooms; taking off
the shades gave even more light.  By that time the room was lit up like
neon.  I then brought in the garage space heater and tucked it in the
corner.  I shut the door and tested it, yep took about half an hour and it
was damned near ninety in the room.

   I then rearranged the weight and workout equipment more towards the
other end of the room.  It kind of cramped it but I played Tetris and got
it to work.  With a chunk of the room now empty, I spread two beach towels
on the floor and laid out two of the loungers from the backyard.

   I then mixed up some Sangria and put it to chill in the fridge. 
Everything set I handwrote a sign and hung it on the door.  I know it all
sounds like a lot of work, but I really do love my mom, and the fact we
both missed going to the beach just made it such a perfect idea to me. 
Besides, like I had anything better to do with everything in the state
closed.

   The next morning I set my cellphone alarm so I could beat mom getting
up. By working Sunday, they had given her Monday off, so this was going to
be perfect.

   I cranked the heat up in the room, and then waited.  Sure enough here
came mom wrapped in her terry cloth robe, only this time I was sitting on
the basement stairs waiting.  She gave me a strange look as she moved past
me, and then stopped at the closed door.  She stood and read the sign
'Weathers Beach-Members only' and cracked a huge smile.

   "I assume we are the only members" she laughed.

   "Better believe it" I laughed back.  "You might want to take the robe
off first" I suggested when she reached for the door knob.

   I wasn't disappointed when the cloth fell away.  She was wearing a
bright yellow thong bikini this time, and I swore the triangles of cloth
were even smaller than the first one; her tits threatened to burst out of
her top as she turned the door knob.

   "Oh my God" mom breathed when the blast of hot air hit her in the face.

   I followed her into the room carrying our drinks.  As I set them on the
small table between our loungers, mom looked around the room.

   "Oh My GOD" she almost yelled.  "It's perfect sweetheart."

   Before I knew it she had thrown herself into my arms and was hugging me
like a momma bear.  God, if I didn't have a hardon when she took the robe
off, having that nearly naked body pressed against me sent every ounce of
blood to my cock.

   "Our personal beach" her hot breath touched my cheek.

   She pulled back a bit, and looked down over the mounds of her breasts at
the loose gym shorts I was wearing.

   "Aren't you a bit over dressed for the beach" her teeth glittered as she
smiled.

   "Uhhh yeah" I said.

   Pulling back a bit I struggled and finally pulled my shorts down.  This
would be the final test I figured.  It was a little tough because the whole
time mom all but clung to me, as if she deliberately was putting her hot
skin against mine.

   Once my gym shorts dropped, mom looked down again.  There is a lot of
clothes you can hide a hard on it, but a skin tight black speedo is NOT one
of them.  These were my showing off to the girls trunks, I figured if mom
could show skin then fair was fair.

   Her eyes locked onto the obvious eight inches of hard cock encased
inside the latex suit.

   "Mmmmm I could get used to this" she smiled.

   "Drinks first or tan first" I tried to redirect her.

   "First a drink; then tan; and then more drinks" mom clapped her hands.
"We have all day and our own private beach" she smiled.

   As mom stretched out on the lounge chair, I got my first full view of
her tanned legs.  Firm and supple thighs gave way to trim ankles and light
pink painted toenails.  Everything about her screamed I am woman come and
get me.

   "So you like being watched" I took a sip of my drink.

   "Ummmhmmm" mom said swallowing her cool drink.

   "Come on baby" she looked at me.  "We tan hard, we workout hard, we
watch what we eat; and we buy the skimpiest bikini we can find" she waved a
hand at her suit.  "Reward...a raging hardon" she laughed.

   "Jesus" I was shocked at her sudden honestly.

   "OK...only one rule" she looked at me with mom eyes for a moment.  "In
here...at the beach...we are Bart and Cheyenne...deal?" She held out her
glass.

   "Deal Cheyenne" I clinked glasses with her.

   "So what makes you harder, the tits or the tan" she blew me out of the
water with her question.

   I had to think clearly, It was evident we were playing a form of truth
or dare; and mom wanted no reservations.  I took a deep breath.

   "Actually it's both" I told her.  "It's how it blends.  You can have too
much tan or even too much tit" I took a sip.  "If that makes sense" I
looked at her.

   "It does" mom nodded.  "I think a guy can have too many muscles, and
even too much cock."

   I felt my cock lurch at her words.  She looked down at the bulge in my
trunks.

   "Now eight inches I would say, that's just perfect" she smiled.

   "You have a good measuring eye" I laughed.

   "Oh there's a better way to measure" she had a sultry smile.  "Eight
inches would just tickle the back of the throat" I damn near spit out my
drink at her words.

   "So my turn" God help me this was degenerating.  "I didn't see much tan
lines"

   Mom nodded and set her drink of the table.

   "I usually tan nude" my cock swelled at her words.  "I worried you
weren't ready for that last time." She picked up the spray oil bottle.  "Do
you mind?" she handed me the bottle.

   I rose to my feet and watched as mom rose in front of me.  She may have
stood, but her bikini top seemed to be weighted; as she quickly pulled the
tiny strings at the sides, the small cloth drifting to the floor.

   "Holy fuck" I choked as her breasts came into full view.

   "Do you like them?" she whispered as she faced me.

   Like them, they were fucking perfect.  Curved, standing straight out
from her chest; I could tell they were natural; and firmer than most twenty
year old tits I had seen.  How a forty year old woman packed those was
beyond me.  They were capped by two puffy nipples, and her areoles were
darkened and dimpled as her nipples hardened in the room air.

   What drove me insane was that both globes had a fantastic even bronze
tan to them, evidence she wasn't kidding when she said she tanned in the
nude.

   A whole myriad of words came to mind to describe them, none of them
repeatable.  Mostly it was Lickable, suckable and fuckable; so instead I
just stood there and gawked.

   "If you like them so much, then you better oil them" mom's voice had
gotten husky.

   I sprayed a thin layer of oil over her chest, then setting down the
bottle, cupped her breasts.

   "Mmmmmm" mom moaned as I gently squeezed the twin globes.

   God, here I was standing two feet from my ninety percent nude mother,
holding her breasts; I don't know who was enjoying it more, me or her.

   "Sensitive" mom gasped as my thumbs grazed over her nipples.

   I reached down and picked up the spray bottle again, this time putting a
liberal coating to as much of her body as I could.  One hand continued to
knead her firm breasts while my other hand swept over her upper chest and
belly.

   I tried not to miss a single spot and when I looked down to make sure I
had gotten all of that washboard belly, my upper hand moved and my palm
drug across her nipple again.

   "Oh God" Mom grunted

   Her hands shot out and gripped the wrist of my lower hand and with a
jerk she jammed my fist between her thighs.  I watched her eyes squeeze
shut as her body shook for a moment; and I felt a wet heat through her
bikini bottoms against my hand.

   As her body settled down she pulled back, and without a word slid onto
the tanning bed.  Well, all the fun was over for now so I headed back to my
seat.  Stretching out I looked over at her, I had a perfect profile view of
her jutting breasts as she soaked in the artificial sun.

   "You're still wearing your bottoms" I commented as I reached for my
drink.

   "If I take them off, I'll finger myself." Mom's voice was almost raspy.

   I took a slow sip of my drink, sorting all the comments that whirled
through my mind.  She had said this was honest time, and to treat her like
Cheyenne, so I answered with the first thought.

   "Am I objecting" I said calmer than I really was.

   Her head rolled slowly to the side and she looked over at me.  For a
moment I thought she was going to not answer, and then she upped the ante.

   "Take yours off first" she told me.

   I don't know what possessed me, maybe the idea of being at the beach had
really settled in my brain.  I raised my hips from the lounger and slid my
speedo's to my knees, kicking them free.  I stretched out, enjoying the
warmth of the room on my skin.  I could feel the drop of moisture on my
belly as my cock leaked pre cum.

   I saw her hands reach down and pull at the strings of her thong, then
her ass lift a bit as she pulled the tiny cloth free.  Reaching over the
edge of the tanning bed, she dropped the cloth on the floor.  Her eyes
never left my throbbing cock as her fingers glided back down her oil slick
belly.

   "Nnnngggg" she gave a soft moan as I heard the squelch of fingers
dipping into her soaked channel.

   I reached down and wrapped my hand around my raging cock.  Slowly I
began to stroke up and down while I stared at her.

   "Sorry...I have to" I told her.

   "Am I objecting" mom grunted back.

   "Do you masturbate at your nude beach" I asked.

   "Sometimes" mom panted as her fingers slid in and out.

   "Do you usually cum" I had to ask.

   "Sometimes" she grunted again.

   "Are you going to cum" she asked with a hunger in her eyes.

   "Like a fire hydrant" I admitted.

   "My body?" she asked the obvious.

   "Your body" I agreed.

   "Tell me what you're thinking" she whispered.

   "I can't..." I panted as my hand picked up speed.

   "Tell me" she insisted.

   "Mom..." I was losing control fast.

   "You like my tits baby" she changed tactics on me.

   "Yes" I panted as my nuts started to tighten.

   "You like this tanned tight body" she moaned.

   "Yesssss" oh my God my balls began to ache.

   "What do you want to do to this body" she pushed the final button.

   "I want to fuck you" I said in total honesty.

   Mom let out this soft keening sound as her head rolled back.  Her back
arched off the tanning bed slightly as her body stiffened and then began to
quiver.  I had seen girls have orgasms before, but this was so erotic it
blew my mind; this tanned gorgeous woman was cumming, knowing she was being
watched.

   "Cheyenne" I whispered in a hoarse voice.

   My cock pulsed and then erupted in my fist.  I was stunned as an arc of
thick white cream shot into the air, and then splattered down onto my
thighs.  Mom's head rolled to the side and she watched as my nuts spasmed
again, a second thick rope following the first.

   "Cum for me Bart" she urged me on.

   Cum, hell I was fucking empting my balls as I lay there in the heat of
the room, staring at her tanned body.  I had to admit, the idea of pumping
my jism into that tanned belly brought out a third rope of white cream; it
was like I was possessed as my body shuddered violently.

   By the time I was finished mom had slid off the tanning bed.  Exhausted
I watched as she bent down and picked up her discarded bikini bottoms.  She
walked over to where I lay on the lounger and when she bent beside my chair
to retrieve her top, it brought her face just above my thigh.  I shivered
as I felt her warm tongue swipe through the trail of sticky cum on my skin.

   "Mmmmm nice" she said in a low voice.

   That was it, I just watched her as she left the room, panting like a
puppy, wearing my cooling cream.  It was as if it had never happened, like
some weird dream.  For three days I wanted to talk to her about what was
happening, but I never got the chance.

   Between her work and my online class schedule it was like we lived in
the same house but passed each other only briefly.  To say it was
frustrating was an understatement.  Friday evening I spent time studying
and I could hear mom rummaging around the house.

   She never said what was going on, so I just left the topic.  I figured
she needed time.  I was right, but oh so wrong.  She did need time, but not
for what I thought.  That became clear Saturday morning when she woke me
about nine in the morning.

   "I'm heading for the beach" she said so calmly.  "Joining me?" she
looked at me.

   "Are you sure?" this was entering dangerous territory and I knew it.

   "I've never been surer in my life" Mom said softly.

   I rummaged in my room and found my speedos; and then headed down to the
basement.  The door was closed and I stopped at the sign.  Mom had taken a
red pen and added in between the words Weathers and Beach.  The word 'nude'
glared back at me, and I realized mom hadn't upped the ante, she was saying
all bets were off.

   I slid off my speedos and reached for the door knob.  With a deep breath
I opened the door, and stepped into an almost fantasy world.  Mom had been
hard at work herself.  The lounge chairs were off to one side, and there
was now a large beach towel spread out on the floor.  She had positioned
two lamps so they shone directly on the towel, almost as if the sun were
beating down.  The temperature in the room had been increased; she must
have been running the space heater for some time because it had to be over
ninety.  There was soft Hawaiian music playing in the background as I
stepped inside.

   A nude mom walked past me, her nails scratching along my chest.

   "Hey Bart" she said with a sultry smile.

   "Hey Cheyenne" I watched that firm ass sway as she headed for the towel.

   She picked up the spray bottle and walked over to the tanning bed.  Like
a rock, I just stood there and watched as she covered herself in glistening
oil.

   "Why don't you stretch out with your drink" she waved at the towel. 
"While I run my session" she slid onto the table.

   As mom stretched out on the table, I stretched out on the towel.  Thank
God for carpeting, it made it much more comfortable that I thought it would
be.

   "Bart" her voice drifted across the room.  "You know what's going to
happen" she asked.

   "Yeah" I said hesitantly.

   "Does it bother you?" she questioned.

   "Only if it bothers you" I answered.

   "Bother me" mom gave a short laugh.  "Honey, if I get any wetter I would
short out the tanning bed"

   "I take it that you enjoy being watched" I tried not to laugh.

   "Watched...a little" mom admitted.  "I guess I'm a bit of a narcissist;
I like being admired" she told me.

   "Don't we all" I sipped more of my drink, feeling more relaxed as I
realized half the glass was now gone.

   "True" mom laughed.  "But being honest, I'm not young; and having young
men admire you on a beach does something for your female ego"

   "You're not ancient either" I countered.

   "I'm forty Bart" mom turned her head and looked at me.  "I'm not some
twenty years old with stiff boobs and a tight ass" she sighed.

   "Bullshit" I barked.  "Believe me you have a better rack than most and
an ass to die for" I said harshly.

   "That's what I mean" mom shuddered.  "Knowing you really think that; see
that..." she paused.

   "I work hard to stay fit, and when I started tanning at the beach; and
men started staring..." she just gazed at me.

   "It made you horny" I finished off my drink.  I knew I had a buzz and it
was loosening my tongue.

   "As hell" mom laughed.  "I remember an eighteen year old who kept
staring at me, his girlfriend almost ripped his nuts off" she laughed out
loud.

   "Then the beaches closed" I said flatly.

   "Yes, the beaches closed" mom nodded.  "It took away my tanning, which I
figured the tanning bed would solve."

   "But it also took away the admirers" she turned on her side facing me.

   My eyes focused on those firm tits, tracing the curve and then down her
body over her flared hip.  I could feel my cock hardening in my lap, but I
never made a move to hide it.

   "To be wanted...desired..." she said as she stared at my crotch.

   She slowly sat up on the edge of the bed, letting her legs hang off the
side, sitting facing me.  She eased her legs open just enough I caught a
glimpse of those puffy shaved lips.

   "When you made this beach, it came back" she said softly.  "The hungry
eyes, like now; and the hard cock, like now" she stared at my now rock hard
dick as it stretched up my belly.

   "Did you fuck them?" I asked staring into her eyes.  God the drink had
really hit me I thought.

   "Sometimes yes" she looked at me.  "Does that bother you?" she asked.

   "No" and I was being honest.  "You're not owned by me" I told her.

   Mom slid off the edge of the tanning bed and slowly walked towards me
lying on the towel on my back.  She stepped up, straddling my thighs to
where when I looked up I was staring between her spread thighs.  I could
see the glisten of oil on her skin, and a thin trickle of juices on her
inner thighs.  She wasn't kidding, she was soaked.

   "Do you want to own me Bart" her voice was husky.

   "Don't tempt me Cheyenne" was all I could say.

   "What do you see; tell me" she choked out.

   "I see a set of tits I want to suck on" I admitted.  "A tanned tight
body I want pressed under me"

   "Oh God yes" mom moaned as she cupped her breasts.  "Do you like my
pussy baby" she asked.  "Do you like Cheyne's' soaking wet cunt" as her
language was devolving again I realized.

   "It looks delicious" I told her.

   "You say the sweetest things" mom moaned.

   I just lay there waiting, knowing this was going to end in the most
beautiful way as mom began to kneel straddling me.  Supple thighs wrapped
on each side of my head as she faced towards my head.  Her hands reached
down and her fingers wrapped in my hair.

   "Time to enjoy our day at the beach" she husked.

   I reached up and gripped those tanned firm ass cheeks, one in each hand.
Before she could set her balance, I jerked her body down.  I heard her
breath whoosh out with surprise, and then a deep groan as her pelvis ground
into my face.  Juices and oil combined to coat my face; her musky scent
filling my nostrils.

   ""Unnngggg" her primal groan echoed in the room.

   I stiffened my tongue and jammed it up into her, splitting her lips and
probing deep.  Hot juices covered my taste buds; that tart thick cream
seeping into my mouth.

   "Oh God...oh shit...baby" mom grunted above me.

   Her fingers curled in my hair, her nails scraping my scalp as she rode
my mouth.  I knew she was wound as tight as a drum, and I wanted to take
the edge off so she could enjoy.  I opened my mouth further and pulled the
pearl of her clit inside.

   I admit the position was unique to me, I was usually stretched out
between girl's legs when I gave oral; but I adjusted and focused on
breathing through my nose as she ground down harder.

   "Oh my God...Oh my God..." mom chanted.

   Her body began to rock, and I could feel her thighs quiver against my
face.

   Suddenly she lifted slightly, and literally twirled in place; this time
when she settled down she was facing towards my feet.

   "I need..." I partially heard as her dripping pussy descended once
again.

   She needed, I tried to think; and then it hit.  A hot wetness engulfed
the head of my cock, and I felt tight lips begin to slide down my shaft.  A
lot of women don't like giving head, but then a lot of guys aren't into
pussy munching.  Me I love the taste of a good pussy; and it was more than
evident mom loved sucking cock when my entire length slid into her throat.

   "Mmmmgggggg" was all I got out as she drew back.

   Her lips pursed, and the most incredible suction pulled the length of my
cock; I thought she was going to pull the boiling cum right out of my
balls. Her head began to bob with a ferocity I didn't know she had, I
attacked her dripping hole even as I felt the boiling quickly reaching
critical.

   I was trying to focus on her, but was losing the battle very quickly. 
The heat had sweat dripping down my face as my head dropped back to the
floor.  My ass started to lift to meet her mouth as my balls pulsed.

   "Mom...oh God..." I moaned.

   Just as I felt I was going to lose it, a tight ring of fingers clamped
around the base of my cock.  I wanted to cum, I needed to cum; but it was
like my sperm hit a stone wall as her mouth came free.  I had never
experienced orgasm denial before; holy shit was it mind bending.

   "Mom" I gurgled as my balls began to ache

   "Who's sucking you" she hissed back at me.

   "Mom" I groaned back.

   "Say it baby, tell me who" Mom's voice reverberated in my brain as my
balls screamed for relief.

   "My mom...my mom is sucking my cock" I groaned.

   That tight ring around the base suddenly released and I don't know which
won the race.  The hot mouth that slammed down over my cock; or the
exploding cum that erupted like a burst volcano.

   "FFFUUUCCCKKKK" I screamed as hot cream poured out of my balls.

   I heard mom swallow as the first thick wad hit the back of her throat. I
reached up and gripped those firm ass cheeks, and yanked her lower body
down; my mouth sucking in her throbbing clit, nipping it with me teeth.

   "Barrrmmmffffffff" Mom tried to cry out; cut off as a second rope
literally blasted down her throat.

   A sudden gush of hot fluids washed over my face as her thighs clamped
around my head.  I felt her body quiver as her orgasm tore through her.  I
had never wanted a woman as badly as I wanted her right then.

   With a thrust of my hips and twisting my body violently I all but threw
her off as my cock popped free of her mouth with an obscene plop.  I heard
mom give a squeal as she sprawled out on the towel on her back.

   I could still taste her on my tongue and lips as I moved between her
thighs.  Reaching down I gripped under her knees, lifting her legs and
opening them.  I didn't even need to aim, I had just blown a load and my
steel hard cock was pressing against her fat lips.

   "Oh God baby; we can't...we shouldn't..." Mom started to babble.

   She may have thought oral was enough; hell I was just getting started.
She may have had a sudden attack of morals; but the only moral issue I had
was being inside her...NOW.  With a grunt I pushed forward on my knees.

   "Baby we...ooohhhhhh...shhhiitttttttttttttttt" Mom moaned as eight
inches of hard meat sank into her sopping hole.

   "God you're fucking tight" I moaned as her walls wrapped around my dick.

   "Been...awhile...oh fuck" mom gasped back.

   "Then let's loosen things up" I half growled.

   I pulled back until just the crowned head was inside, and with a wet
slurp rammed back home.  I felt my balls slap her ass as mom let out a
piercing scream.

   "Awwww FFUUCKKKKK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS" mom wailed under me.

   By the third stroke, every shred of resistance had crumbled.  Mom pulled
her legs free and wrapped them around my waist, her supple tanned thighs
gripping me.  Her hands came up and nails dug into my pectorals as I
pounded down into her.

   "Give it to me baby; give me all you've got" Mom husked up at me.

   I did exactly what she told me to; I put everything I had into it.  I
mean I all but hammered her ass to the floor as the heat of the lights bore
down on my back like the noon sun.

   I watched those tanned globes sway and bounce on her chest, leaning down
I sucked one diamond hard nipple into my mouth.  Her hands slid around and
gripped my biceps as she pulled her head up, her hot breath in my ear.

   "That's it...God yes fuck me...oh My God" Mom panted.  "Show everyone on
this beach how you fuck your momma so good baby."

   It was like her words lit a bonfire in my groin, I picked up the pace,
throwing my entire weight into every thrust.  Popping her nipple loose I
stared into mom's eyes.

   "I'm going to fill you" I told her.  "Right here in front of everyone;
your son is going to cum deep inside you." I egged her on.

   "Not...protected" mom grunted between strokes.

   "Tell me to stop" I said it, but I knew she was well beyond that.

   "No...God please" mom all but mewled.  "Don't stop...so close...oh God"
she begged.

   I watched her eyes grow in wonder as her orgasm barreled down on her,
and there was nothing she could do to stop it as I pounded her dripping
pussy.

   "Cum mom" I told her.  "They're watching you cum on your son's cock".

   That pretty much did it right there.  I watched her face transform into
raw lust, as her body convulsed under me, her hips driving up to slam her
pelvis into mine.

   "Watching...son's cock...I'm going...going..." mom croaked out.

   "BAAARRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT" mom screamed as hot cream splashed against my
belly.

   Mom really was a squirter when she cut loose, it felt like I was taking
a shower in hot pussy cream as she drenched me a second time.  I felt the
most incredible thing as a hot velvet vise clamped around my cock, the
walls rippling and pulsing; every sensation went straight to my balls and
set off my own explosion.

   "Mom I moaned; it was the only word I could get out.

   It was like my body seized rigid; I actually felt the hot cream leave my
balls, travel down my shaft, and erupt from the tip.  I admit, I had never
cum as hard as I did right then, inside my mother.

   "Oh Jesus...so wrong...so good" mom whispered.

   Her legs relaxed and slid from around my waist, her tanned thighs
opening wide accepting my load as she lowered them to the blanket.  I felt
her body quiver under me as a second gush of hot fluids soaked my pubic
hair and dripped down my balls.

   She was right; what we were doing was legally and morally wrong; but it
had never felt this good; even as a second thick rope filled her belly.


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