\nIt was a really nice day. Me, Mom, my little brother, and Rascal {Our monster German Sheppard} were in South Carolina stretched out on the beach enjoying the sun. We went there every year for vacation. We rented the same little house right on the beach every year since I was ten. We always have a blast. Most eighteen-year-olds would prefer not to go on vacation with their parents, but I still looked forward to it every year.<\/p>\n
\nMe and my little brother had thrown the Frisbee around for Rascal for a few hours and then rode the waves for the rest of the afternoon. We were all worn-out. I just sat back on my little beach chair and scoped out the girls while my little brother Timmy tried his best\u2026To no avail\u2026not to fall asleep. Rascal was curled up at Tim\u2019s feet and Mom was just laying on her towel looking out at the waves.<\/p>\n
\nNormally, Mom and Dad would have been right out there in the waves with me and Timmy but Dad didn\u2019t come this year. A few months ago, Mom found out that Dad was having an affair with some bitch half his age that worked in the same office as he did. When she confronted him with it, he told her he didn\u2019t love her anymore\u2026Pretty harsh\u2026and left. Mom wasn\u2019t taking it too well. This trip had been planned almost from the time we left here last year and I guess Mom didn\u2019t want to disappoint us, so we came anyway\u2026without him. She tried to pretend that she was having a good time but I could tell she was feeling pretty bad.<\/p>\n
\n\u201cYou OK?\u201d
\nMom turned to Timmy: I think to see if he was sleeping. She didn\u2019t like to talk about my Dad in front of Timmy. She shaded her eyes and looked up at me,
\n\u201cSure, I\u2019m fine.\u201d She says, but I knew, I could tell, she looked like she might start to cry.
\nShe got up pretty fast and headed for the ocean. I\u2019m assuming so I wouldn\u2019t have to see her upset.<\/p>\n
\nAs she walked to the water I noticed that Mom still had a lot going for her. She had a nice shape, a nice ass, nice tits. Normally she wore this skimpy bikini that showed them off. I have to admit, I\u2019ve looked at them quite a bit the last few years. But this year\u2026I don\u2019t think she was feeling very good about herself\u2026she had a one piece. It was pretty modest. It couldn\u2019t hide the shape and curves of her body but it covered a lot more of her than the bikini, that\u2019s for sure.
\nShe was only thirty-seven and she was still really pretty. I had friends that teased me about her all the time.<\/p>\n
\n\u201cHey Brian, is it OK if I ask your mom to the Prom?\u201d
\n\u201cHey Brian, ya think your mom likes younger guys?\u201d
\n\u201cHey Brian, got any naked pictures of your mom ya wanna sell?\u201d Shit like that.<\/p>\n
\nI felt really bad for her. She was really down on herself these past few months. It took a lot out of Mom to see my father choose another woman over her. I think it especially hurt to know the woman was twelve years younger than her.
\nI don\u2019t think Mom would have any problem finding guys that wanted to go out with her, but the way she felt about herself\u2026 \u2026I didn\u2019t think she\u2019d be willing to even try.<\/p>\n
\nWhen Mom got back to her towel, I watched her dry off and lay back down. I got an idea.
\n\u201cHow \u2018bout we go out for dinner tonight?\u201d
\n\u201cSounds good. Let\u2019s wait for Timmy to wake up before we decide where to go.\u201d
\n\u201cI meant just me and you.\u201d
\nShe cocked her head a little at me.
\n\u201cWhat about your brother?\u201d
\n\u201cHe\u2019ll be fine. We can order him a pizza and he can watch a movie with Rascal; we\u2019ll be back before the movies over.\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cCome on, we\u2019ll talk.\u201d<\/p> \n\n
\nI could see the tears welling up in her eyes again.
\n\u201cTalk about what?\u201d
\n\u201cAnything\u2026Everything.\u201d
\n\u201cWell\u2026We\u2019ll see. We\u2019ll see what your brother wants to do.\u201d
\n\u201cWell, OK. But Mom\u2026He\u2019s fifteen\u2026What do you think he\u2019ll want to do\u2026Go out to dinner with us or sit home, stuff himself with pizza, and watch Megan Fox kick some Transformer ass?\u201d<\/p>\n
\nMom smiled a little bit. It was nice to see.
\n\u201cYou\u2019re probably right.\u201d She agreed. \u201cBut we\u2019ll ask him when he wakes up anyway. Poor thing\u2026He\u2019s really beat.\u201d
\nShe fell quiet and stared out into the ocean. I could see her attention going someplace else; someplace far away.
\n\u201cProbably doesn\u2019t want to go out with me anyway. I haven\u2019t been very good company these last few months.\u201d She whispered sadly as she wiped a single tear off her cheek. \u201cHave I Rascal?\u201d
\nRascal sat next to her and licked her face.
\n\u201cAnd I\u2019m sorry about that Brian.\u201d she said as she turned and looked into my eyes. \u201cI really am.\u201d
\n\u201cI know, but it\u2019s not your fault.\u201d
\nI felt so bad for her. Normally she was such a fun person to be around; bubbly, happy. A far cry from what she was now.<\/p>\n
\n\u201cSure it is. Maybe if I\u2019d been a better\u2026\u201d I cut her off.
\n\u201cDad did this Mom\u2026Just DAD. Now we\u2019ll go out, have a nice dinner, maybe a cold beer\u2026\u201d
\n\u201cGlass of wine.\u201d
\n\u201cWhatever. Beer\/wine\/ Norwegian Rum\u2026doesn\u2019t matter\u2026and we\u2019ll talk.\u201d
\n\u201cAbout what?\u201d
\n\u201cAbout movies. About the price of gas. About YOU and about getting you through this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\n\u201cThrough what?\u201d Timmy piped up.
\n\u201cMom\u2019s a little upset cause you were born retarded.\u201d I smiled at my little brother.
\n\u201cKiss my ass.\u201d Timmy scowled.
\n\u201cTimmy\u2026\u201d Mom scolded.
\n\u201cWell\u2026I\u2019m not retarded.\u201d
\n\u201cJust slow.\u201d I assured him.
\n\u201cFaster than you.\u201d He says and pushes me off my chair and takes off towards the waves, Rascal right behind him.
\n\u201cYou little\u2026\u201d
\nI took off after him with Mom yelling to me not to hurt him.<\/p>\n
\n~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<\/p>\n
\nWell, Mom and I went to dinner. Timmy was more than happy to sit at the house with a pizza to himself and watch Megan Fox on the flat screen.
\nWe walked a little ways up the beach to a little Italian place, of course it was named Mamma\u2019s. With the help of a little wine over dinner, Mom opened up. She told me how she didn\u2019t blame Dad for leaving her for a younger woman. She went on and on about how she was getting older and wasn\u2019t very attractive anymore and some stupid shit about being fat until I had to finally stop her.<\/p>\n
\n\u201cMom, First of all\u2026You\u2019re pretty good looking; hot actually\u2026\u201d
\n\u201cYou\u2019re just trying to make me feel better and I really appreciate it Brian but\u2026\u201d
\n\u201cBut nothing. You should hear some of the shit my friends say about you.\u201d
\nShe jerked her head back surprised. \u201cYour friends talk about\u2026me?\u201d
\nYou could see that such a concept was beyond her.
\n\u201cWhat do they say?\u201d
\n\u201cStuff Mom. Guy stuff.\u201d
\n\u201cReally! Like what?\u201d
\n\u201cJust stuff.\u201d
\n\u201cLike what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\nI could tell she wasn\u2019t gunna let up.
\n\u201cWell\u2026Stuff about your tits, for one thing.\u201d I told her right out. She blushed.
\n\u201cWhat about them?\u201d
\n\u201cMom?\u201d
\n\u201cWhat? You wanted to talk. You said \u2018Anything and Everything\u2019, remember?\u201d
\nShe tilted her head back a little and raised her eye bows triumphantly.<\/p>\n
\n\u201cThey say you have nice tits Mom.\u201d I told her as I pushed my food around on my plate feeling a little uncomfortable and kinda sorry I\u2019d started this.
\n\u201cWhat else?\u201d
\nShe was smiling and it made her whole face light up, so I went on.
\n\u201cTrevor thinks you have a really nice ass. He wonders how firm it is.\u201d
\n\u201cI bet.\u201d
\nShe sounded skeptical.
\n\u201cHe does.\u201d I insisted. \u201cYou wanted to know\u2026and I told you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\nI could see that she was starting to feel a little better about herself. I guess it was nice to hear that these young guys thought about her like that.
\n\u201cYeah. And he says your lips\u2026\u201d
\nI had to stop myself.<\/p>\n
\nOne night we were hanging around at Trevor\u2019s drinking a few beers and Trevor mentions that he thinks my mother has a sexy mouth. I\u2019d told him to fuck off. He went on to say how hot she would look sucking his dick. Everyone laughed but seemed to agree with him. I threw an empty beer can at him even though, I have to admit, once that image got in my head { Of Mom doing that\u2026Sucking his dick }\u2026it was hard to get out. But I didn\u2019t think I could tell Mom THAT.<\/p>\n
\n\u201cWhat about my lips?\u201d She asked shyly, blushing more. It made her look like a little girl.
\nI did a little paraphrasing, cleaned it up a little.
\n\u201cMy friends think they\u2019re sexy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\nShe rubbed them together\u2026They were pink that night\u2026and puckered them a few times. \u201cHuh, you\u2019re father never\u2026\u201d She trailed off and stared out the window. Her mood seemed to change; get a little down again.
\nI shook my head. \u201cAnd that\u2019s just the mild stuff that I can actually tell you.\u201d I said, hoping to draw her back to the conversation.
\nShe turned and looked at me. The smile slowly came back.<\/p>\n
\nThen she really surprised me. She took a sip of her wine and asked me what I thought.
\n\u201cAbout what?\u201d
\n\u201cAbout your friends.\u201d She says, looking down at her glass of wine.
\nI was a little shocked that she\u2019d ask my opinion.
\n\u201cI\u2026I think they\u2019re right.\u201d I told her honestly.<\/p>\n
\nI mean, movie stars and models going under the knife would ask for those lips. \u201cMake-em like Brian\u2019s Mom\u2019s Doc.\u201d They would no doubt say. Well, maybe no Jessica Alba, {Ya don\u2019t add another floor to the tallest build in the world just to make it taller, ya know what I mean?} but certainly all the others.<\/p>\n
\nShe started to giggle. \u201cWell thank you Brian but what I meant was\u2026Do you think they mean it or are they just\u2026You know\u2026sticking it to ya?\u201d
\nI was embarrassed.
\n\u201cNo, they mean it.\u201d I told her a little red faced.
\n\u201cHow do you know?\u201d
\nI shook my head, \u201cI know.\u201d Was all I said.<\/p>\n
\nWe were quiet for a little while. Mom sipped her wine and watched the waves thought the window and I watched Mom while I finished my second beer. {I\u2019d been allowed to drink\u2026In moderation\u2026since I turned eighteen. My Dad always said, \u201cIf you\u2019re old enough to go off and die for your county, you\u2019re old enough to drink.\u201d He was \u2018Old School\u2019 like that. So whenever I didn\u2019t get carded, I had a few beers.}<\/p>\n
\nMom seemed to be having a nice time. Every time the conversation looked like it was turning towards my father, I steered it the other way.
\nOn the walk back to the house, I told her she should date. \u201cHit the bars.\u201d I told her. I even told her that she should take advantage of the situation and go have a good time, cut loose while we were here, so far away from home and everything.<\/p>\n
\n\u201cYou know, \u2018What happens in South Carolina stays in South Carolina\u2019.\u201d
\nShe giggled, \u201cIsn\u2019t that Vegas?\u201d
\n\u201cWhere ever. The point is\u2026You should go out and do shit.\u201d
\n\u201cI should do\u2026Shit?\u201d
\n\u201cWell yeah.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd what kind of\u2026.Shit\u2026.should I do?\u201d she asked with her eyebrows up and a smart-assed little smile on her lips.
\n\u201cYou know what I mean Mom. You need to go out, do whatever you want; whatever makes you smile. Go buy stuff. Smoke cigars\u2026.beat up elderly J-walkers\u2026whatever.\u201d
\n\u201cCigars?\u201d
\n\u201cCigars, bamboo, Peyote\u2026whatever. \u201d
\nI just wanted her to go do something that would take her mind of my father.<\/p>\n
\n\u201cYa know what you should do?\u201d
\n\u201cNo what?\u201d
\nI was a little hesitant to say it\u2026 \u201cYou should go out and have a one night stand.\u201d
\n\u201cBrian!\u201d She slapped me lightly on the ar. \u201cI could never do something like that.\u201d
\nShe turned beat red, sipped her wine and stared out at the ocean.<\/p>\n
\nWe were quiet for a while. We finished dinner, paid the check, and headed down the beach towards the beach house.
\n\u201cI\u2019m sorry about that crack I made about having a one night stand.\u201d I\u2019d thought that maybe that was why she was so quiet so I apologized.
\nMom turned and looked at me as we walked; the foamy edges of the waves running up over our feet.
\n\u201cI\u2019ve been with your father so long.\u201d She says. \u201cI wouldn\u2019t know what to do even if I wanted to do\u2026.something like that.\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n
\n\u201cI don\u2019t think you really have to do anything.\u201d I told her. \u201cYou just have to sit at the bar, order a drink\u2026and wait.\u201d I assured her. \u201cI\u2019m betting you wouldn\u2019t even have to order a drink. I know you don\u2019t think so but, the way you look\u2026\u2026You shouldn\u2019t have to wait more than a few minutes before some guy offers to buy that drink for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\nShe smiled and shook her head side to side; looking down at the sand.
\n\u201cI couldn\u2019t\u2026do that. Not with a stranger.\u201d The beach was deserted but she whispered as if someone might overhear.
\n\u201cI could always talk to Trevor for ya when we get back home.\u201d I told her.
\nShe pushed me towards the water. \u201cYeah, that would be a good idea.\u201d She says. \u201cThen he could tell all the rest of your friends how flabby my tits really are and how jiggly my butt is when it\u2019s not crammed into a pair of tight jeans.\u201d<\/p>\n
\n\u201cSomehow I don\u2019t see him complaining.\u201d I said softly; almost to myself.
\nMom stopped right there on the beach and stared out into the ocean again for a few minutes. I just watched her. I had no trouble seeing that my father was an idiot and my friends were right. She looked pretty hot standing there in her little sun dress with the wind blowing her long hair back away from her face.<\/p>\n
\nMy first thought was one of those feminine hygiene commercials ya see on TV, You know\u2026When the beautiful woman is standing on the mountain top feeling all fresh and everything. Then my mind drifted towards more of what my friends say about her. I had to shake the thoughts away when I pictured her sucking Trevor\u2019s dick. I actually felt my dick move.<\/p>\n
\nShe turned to me, but she looked like she was still deep in thought.
\n\u201cHow \u2018bout you?\u201d She asks.
\nI tried not to jump the gun again. I stared at her for what seemed like a really long time. I wouldn\u2019t have been very surprised to see the sun rising over Mom\u2019s shoulder.<\/p>\n
\n\u201cHow \u2018bout me\u2026what?\u201d I finally asked.
\n\u201cWould you have sex with me?\u201d She asks right out.
\n\u201cAhhhhhhhhh\u2026\u201d
\nI guess she saw the shock on my face. Her hand shot up and covered her mouth. She giggled, \u201c\u2026If I wasn\u2019t your Mom, I mean. You know\u2026If you were sitting in a bar and saw me.\u201d
\nIf she\u2019d been able to read my mind just a little bit ago, she wouldn\u2019t have had to ask.
\n\u201cIn a heartbeat.\u201d I blurted out.
\nShe smiles appreciatively but I could tell she thinks I\u2019m just trying to make her feel good.
\n\u201cYou\u2019re sweet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\nWe got back to the rental house and cheeked in on Timmy. He was sound asleep on the couch. Mom called to Rascal and asked him if he needed to go out. Rascal ran to the door, sat and waited for permission. He was a good dog. Not like that little Cocker Spaniel we had that shit in one of my shoes when I was eleven.
\nMom told him it was OK and we sat on the small patio and watched the ocean as Rascal ran around the beach and nipped at the foam from the waves.<\/p>\n
\n\u201cI should ya know?\u201d Mom blurted out.
\n\u201cShould what?\u201d
\n\u201cI should go to a bar. Get my mind off all this bullshit\u2026\u201d She leaned in a little closer to me. \u201cMaybe have a one night stand.\u201d She whispers.
\n\u201cMaybe if I sat there long enough, some halfway decent guy my age might be drunk enough to\u2026\u2026You know\u2026buy me a drink.\u201d<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
\nI was a little shocked but pleased at her change in attitude.
\n\u201cWould you mind?\u201d She asked shyly.
\nI told her \u2018No\u2019. \u201cYou\u2019re a big girl. I\u2019m not your father.\u201d I told her jokingly.
\n\u201cI mean, would you mind that your mother would do something like that\u2026Have a one night stand, I mean. Wouldn\u2019t it bother you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\nI thought about it for a second and thought about what dad had done to her and how she\u2019d been feeling like he didn\u2019t find her attractive anymore and decided that might be just what she needs to make her feel better; someone paying her some attention, fussing over her a bit\u2026Fucking her for a lack of a better word. Might be just the thing.<\/p>\n
\n\u201cNo, not at all.\u201d
\n\u201cYou wouldn\u2019t think less of me; like I\u2019m some kind of whore or something?\u201d
\nI laughed a little while Mom waited nervously for a response. She was serious.
\n\u201cYou\u2019re not gunna charge the guy, are you?\u201d
\nShe slapped me on the arm.
\n\u201cJust go out if you want. It will be good for ya.\u201d
\n\u201cDo you have any plans for tonight?\u201d
\n\u201cNope. I was just gunna hang out here, watch the ocean, and maybe have another beer before I go to bed.\u201d
\n\u201cWell maybe I\u2019ll go out for just a little while, back to Mamma\u2019s, you know, just have a drink.\u201d
\n\u201cSounds good. Just go hang out.\u201d I told her; happy that she was feeling good enough about herself to even consider going.
\n\u201cMe and Rascal will keep an eye on the squirt. I wanted to put some make-up on him anyways before he wakes up.\u201d
\n\u201cYou be nice to your brother.\u201d She says, \u201cI\u2019m gunna run in there and give him a kiss goodnight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\nWhen Mom came back outside, it was obvious as she walked towards me that she\u2019d taken her bra off. I figured, Wow! I guess she really is going fishing tonight.
\nMom told me not to get drunk. I told her the same, \u201c\u2026And be careful\u2026I don\u2019t need another little brother.\u201d I added. She hit me on the arm again and told me to shut-up. I called Rascal as she walked off towards Mamma\u2019s.<\/p>\n
\nI sat there in the chase-lounge on the patio drinking another beer and looking at the moon. It was full and shed a nice glow over the dark water. It was quite the romantic setting.
\nI lightheartedly thought about maybe getting a hooker but decided against it. I just fall in love to easily. It\u2019s a curse. Some sweet kisses and some cuddling under a romantic moon with the waves crashing in the background\u2026.I\u2019m sure the last thing any hooker would want was a lovesick puppy following her home and scratching at her back door all night.
\nI tried not to, but found myself thinking about my Mom having a one-night-stand. I found the thought of her having sex with a stranger\u2026Well\u2026kind of arousing.<\/p>\n
\n~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<\/p>\n
\nI was still up nursing my fifth beer when Mom came home. Despite the fact that she looked great, she seemed pretty down-in-the-dumps as she made her way to the patio. She looked to be staggering a little too. She stopped abruptly when she saw me sitting in the chase-lounge.
\n\u201cOh! You\u2019re still up.\u201d
\n\u201cYeah, I thought I\u2019d wait up in case you needed someone to chase off any stalkers.\u201d I told her jokingly.
\n\u201cNot much chance of that.\u201d She says sadly and then turns her back to me and looks up at the star-filled sky. She didn\u2019t want me to see that she was trying to hold back tears.<\/p>\n
\nI got up off the chair and went over to her. I came up behind her and put my arms around her waist and leaned my chin on her shoulder.
\n\u201cWhat happened?\u201d
\n\u201cNothing happened, not a thing, not a damn thing Brian. I sat there at the bar, had a few more glasses of wine, and watched everybody have a good time.\u201d
\n\u201cAnyone try to make friends?\u201d
\nShe shook her head, \u201cNo one said so much as \u2018Hi\u2019 to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\nWe stood like that for a few minutes: my arms around her, watching the waves crashing on the beach. Eventually mom turned her head and kissed me on the cheek.
\n\u201cI\u2019m gunna go sit by the water for a little while Honey. You should go to bed; it\u2019s getting pretty late Sweetie.\u201d she told me as she rested one hand on the table and kicked her shoes off. \u201cIt must me almost midnight.\u201d She added.
\nIt was well past one.
\n\u201cWant some company?\u201d<\/p>\n
\nMom smiled weakly and reached her hand out to me. I took it and we walked towards the surf together. Mom was having a little trouble walking through the sand; every other step, she side-stepped a little.
\n\u201cHow many more glasses of wine did you have, eleven?\u201d I asked lightheartedly.
\n\u201cJust three\u2026\u2026Maybe four.\u201d She giggled.<\/p>\n
\nI slipped my arm around her waist to steady her as we walked. She covered my hand with hers and pulled it around her even more and slid it up her side until it was tucked firmly under her right boob, and she held it there. I couldn\u2019t help but notice the way her meaty tit bounced heavily on my hand as we made our way down to the water. We were so close together it made it hard to keep our balance in the sand. Mom staggering didn\u2019t help.<\/p>\n
\nEventually, we made it to the water\u2019s edge. We stood there, my arm still around her, her still holding my hand in place. We were quiet for a while as we stood there letting the chilly water run up over our feet.
\n\u201cI\u2019m quite a handful aren\u2019t I?\u201d She asked sadly.
\nMy thoughts went right to the boob that half-covered my right hand.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t mind.\u201d
\n\u201cThat\u2019s cause you love me, right?\u201d
\n\u201cThat\u2019s right.\u201d
\n\u201cHow much?\u201d
\n\u201cA lot.\u201d
\n\u201cEnough to do anything for me?\u201d
\n\u201cPretty much.\u201d
\n\u201cWould you eat four-day-old pizza for me?\u201d
\n\u201cSausage or pepperoni?\u201d
\n\u201cBoth.\u201d
\n\u201cY-Y-Y-Yes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\n\u201cWould you run through the mall in your underwear?\u201d
\n\u201cWhat day?\u201d
\n\u201cSunday\u2026\u201d
\n\u201cWell, it\u2019s a bit sacrilegious, but yes.\u201d
\n\u201cWould you run down the beach in just one of my thongs?\u201d
\n\u201cDay or night?\u201d
\n\u201cMid-day.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat color thong?\u201d
\n\u201cRed.\u201d
\n\u201cCertainly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\nMom smiled and giggled again and then the smile slowly left her face.
\nIt made you just wanna hold her and rock her in your arms until all this bullshit about my father was just a distant memory. A memory you simply shook your head at like a comic that crossed the line with a bad joke and then pushed it out of your mind. I could tell the playful banter was over.<\/p>\n
\nShe stood beside me, leaning her weight on me as she stared blankly out to sea.
\n\u201cDo you love me enough to keep a secret?\u201d She whispered to the waves.<\/p>\n
\n\u201cSure.\u201d I told her without hesitation.
\n\u201cMy darkest secrets?\u201d
\n\u201cEven the black ones.\u201d
\n\u201cHoney, stand behind me.\u201d She tells me.
\nI\u2019m a little confused but I do as she asks. She reaches back and takes hold of both my hands and pull them past her sides, over her ribs and up under her boobs.
\n\u201cHold onto me.\u201d She says as she covers my hands with hers.
\n\u201cI am.\u201d
\n\u201cPromise you won\u2019t let go\u2026\u201d
\n\u201cI promise.\u201d
\n\u201cNo matter what I say Brian, promise me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\nShe sounded kinda nervous and scared. I promised and asked her what was wrong.
\n\u201cNothing\u2026Everything. I don\u2019t know Brian\u2026I\u2019m scared.\u201d
\n\u201cOf what?\u201d
\n\u201cOf being alone. Of never feeling right. Never feeling loved\u2026never feeling anything again.\u201d
\n\u201cYou\u2019re not alone.\u201d I whispered from behind her.<\/p>\n
\n\u201cI\u2019m gunna tell you something Brian, and you can\u2019t tell anyone; you promised.\u201d
\n\u201cOK.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd I\u2019m not only telling you because\u2026Well\u2026I\u2019ve had too much wine.\u201d
\n\u201cOK.\u201d
\n\u201cI HAVE\u2026but that\u2019s not why I\u2019m telling you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\nI thought that was kinda amusing.
\nShe hesitated a few seconds. I felt her fingertips going back and forth over my hands; I assumed she was thinking about what she wanted to say or even if she should.<\/p>\n
\n\u201cI liked hearing about the things your friends say about me.\u201d
\nI wasn\u2019t sure what to say to that, \u201cWell\u2026\u2026\u2026Good.\u201d
\n\u201cIt made me feel\u2026Kinda\u2026Well\u2026desirable, I guess.\u201d
\nIt might have been the fact that Mom was having a hard time standing steady but at that particular moment I was extremely aware of her body pushing against me.<\/p>\n
\n\u201cWere they true?\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cThe things they said.\u201d
\n\u201cYou\u2019d be surprised at some of the stuff they say Mom.\u201d
\n\u201cLike what? Tell me Brian. I really want to know.\u201d She says looking back at me over her shoulder. \u201cI need to know.\u201d She added with a measure of what appeared to be desperation in her eyes.
\nI felt Mom\u2019s body tighten and rub against me as she shifted her weight from foot to foot.<\/p>\n
\n\u201cYou want to sit down?\u201d
\n\u201cNo Sweetie\u2026\u201d She closed her hands a little tighter around mine and drew my arms around her even more. \u201c\u2026I like it just like this.\u201d She says as she makes tiny circles over her ribs with my hands; just under her breasts. With no bra to confine then, I can feel the weight of each one; the roundness of their under-sides as she breaths in and out.<\/p>\n
\nAbout this time I was starting to have a hard time concentrating on the conversation. I knew Mom was a little drunk and she didn\u2019t mean to rub up against me and I figured she had no idea that she was pushing my hands up under her boobs the way she was, but all this on top of having to tell her what my friends say about her\u2026Well\u2026I was in danger of getting a boner.<\/p>\n
\n\u201cSo tell me.\u201d She cooed. \u201cAnd tell me the truth Brian. Tell me everything. Tell me like I\u2019m not your mother.\u201d She adds. The way she said it made me feel kinda funny. Not \u2018ha-ha\u2019 funny\u2026\u2019GOOD\u2019 funny.<\/p>\n
\nMom seemed to somehow really need this now. I guess she needed to hear that everyone didn\u2019t see her the way my father saw her. Fact was\u2026No one saw her like he did. He was blind and an idiot. Mom was very pretty, sexy and had a lot to offer any guy; especially in the bed room, I figured. I\u2019d heard her enough through the walls at night with my father to know that. She needed to hear it; so I obliged her.<\/p>\n
\nI told her more of the stuff my friends say about her. I told her that they liked to hang out at the house so they could look at her. \u201cThey probably went home and jerked off.\u201d I told her bluntly. With a little bit of coaxing, I even told her what Trevor said about wanting to see her lips around his dick.
\n\u201cYou\u2019re kidding?\u201d She gasped. I felt her breathing get a little quicker.
\n\u201cNo, he says a lot of shit like that.\u201d I told her. \u201cHe even asked me once, if I\u2019d ever seen your tits\u201d
\n\u201cWhat\u2019d you say?\u201d
\n\u201cI told him no of course.\u201d
\n\u201cOh\u2026\u201d
\n\u201cWhen I told him that, he asked me if I ever wanted to.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat\u2019d you say.\u201d Mom asked in a low whisper.
\n\u201cWell\u2026I\u2026\u2026I told him; who doesn\u2019t want to see nice tits\u2026I mean\u2026 Tits are tits. It was just two guys goofing off, ya know?\u201d
\n\u201cTits are tits, you told him that?\u201d she giggled.
\n\u201cWell yeah.\u201d<\/p>\n
\nI told her that I wasn\u2019t trying to imply anything and that I didn\u2019t mean anything bad by it. She patted my hand and told me it was alright.<\/p>\n
\n\u201cSo are they?\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cAre tits just tits?\u201d
\n\u201cWell yeah, for the most part I guess. I mean, all guys like boobs; especially nice boobs no matter who\u2019s they are.\u201d
\n\u201cNo matter who\u2019s they are?\u201d<\/p>\n
\nI felt a little odd standing the way we were; so close, talking about tits. I was painfully aware of my thumbs tucked snugly under her breasts.
\nI swallowed, \u201cWell\u2026\u2026Sure.\u201d
\n\u201cHow \u2018bout mine\u2026Do you think mine are\u2026.nice?\u201d She asks as she looks out over the waves. I could hear the nervousness in her voice. She looked like she was afraid to hear the answer.<\/p>\n
\nThen she slowly slides my hands up onto her tits.
\n\u201cDo these feel like\u2026.nice tits.\u201d She whispers. \u201cOr do they feel\u2026old?\u201d<\/p>\n
\nShe sounded almost desperate, so lonely. She needed to be told\u2026To understand\u2026understand that she was still a desirable woman. I felt bad for her for a second, but only a second.
\nShe slowly starts to move my hands in circles over her tits. I\u2019m silent, dumbfounded as I feel her nipples rubbing against the palms of my hands through the thin material of her sun dress.
\n\u201cThis is OK, isn\u2019t it?\u201d She says over her shoulder. \u201cI mean, tits are tits, right?\u201d
\nI still can\u2019t say anything. It\u2019s not that I haven\u2019t thought about this before\u2026I just never dreamed it would actually happen.<\/p>\n
\nMom let her hands fall from mine. I continued to massage and squeeze them lightly. Mom leaned back into me, pushing her butt into the front of my pants.
\n\u201cYou\u2019re hard!\u201d She says surprised, as if she might have thought she wasn\u2019t capable of having such an effect, like this wouldn\u2019t excite me.
\nShe was right; about me being hard. I couldn\u2019t help it. Her tits felt so good in my hands.<\/p>\n
\nShe reached up and took one of my hands in hers. She unbuttoned the first button on her dress with the other, pulled the \u2018V\u2019 open slightly, and guided my hand inside. I heard her soft gasp for air as I closed my hand around the globe of her boob. It was round and soft and still very firm. Her nipple was like a hard marble covered in velvet between my fingers. I slid my other hand down to her stomach and pulled her back to me even more. She held my hands in place as she moved her ass side-to-side against me. We stood there on that empty beach, the moon shining, the stars looking down on us, both realizing that what we were doing was wrong, but neither caring enough to stop.<\/p>\n
\nI almost passed out when Mom slipped her hand back between us. I pulled back a tiny bit to give her room. She found my hard dick and rubbed it through my pants. Feeling it; its shape, confirming its hardness. It felt amazing.<\/p>\n
\n\u201cThis is OK, right?\u201d She whispers over her shoulder. \u201cYou won\u2019t tell anyone. Right? You promised.\u201d She reminded me.
\n\u201cI won\u2019t tell.\u201d I promised again.<\/p>\n
\nMom managed to unbutton my jeans and work my zipper down until I was free of the confinement. She closed her fingers around it, \u201cIt\u2019s big.\u201d She tells me quietly, softly.
\nI undo a few more buttons on her dress and slowly begin to pull her sundress down over her shoulders. She lets go of me long enough to pull her arms free of the dress. It falls to the wet sand around her feet and she turns to face me, her eyes looking down, as she gracefully steps out of the dress and flicks it to drier sand with her foot before the surf can take it. She turns around again quickly. I\u2019m afraid that she might be too ashamed to look me in the eyes.<\/p>\n
\nShe leans back against me again, draws my hands back to her breasts then wiggles her firm ass until my hard dick is nuzzled between her ass cheeks.
\n\u201cNo underwear?\u201d
\nMom doesn\u2019t answer. She slides her hands back to my hips and draws me even closer as she slowly moves her ass in small circles. It\u2019s the most erotic thing I\u2019ve ever felt. It feels wonderful.
\nThe smell of her hair blowing back in my face, her luscious tits in my hands, and her ass slowly massaging my dick, is incredible.<\/p>\n
\nWe stood like that, silent, in the moonlight, the waves coming up to cover our feet for some time; her head tilted back on my shoulder as she got lost in the sensation. I pressed my mouth against her skin, breathing softly on her bare shoulder, then her neck, coming to rest against her ear. Her hands were gliding over my thighs as we silently danced to the sound of the surf; not a single thought of who we are or where we were. It would seem the romantic setting would not be wasted.<\/p>\n
\n\u201cTell me this is OK.\u201d Mom finally whispers. \u201cI need to hear you say it.\u201d
\n\u201cIt\u2019s OK. It\u2019s more than OK Mom\u2026\u2026It\u2019s wonderful.\u201d I whispered into her ear then softly rubbed my cheek against hers and pushed harder against her butt to stress the point.<\/p>\n
\nAt that point she turned around. She didn\u2019t say anything, she just looked at me for a quick second and slipped her hand behind my head. She held her nice round tit up a tiny bit with the other hand, and drew my mouth to it.
\nShe guided my mouth to her hard nipple and held her breath as I happily sucked it into my mouth.
\nI could feel her pubic hair tickling the head of my dick as my hands made their way around to Mom\u2019s ass. I dug my fingers into it as I got more excited; kneading and caressing it. I felt Mom push into me, trapping my hard dick between us. I moaned into her tit as she swayed side-to-side.<\/p>\n
\nI don\u2019t know how long we stayed like that, but eventually, I could feel that our stomachs were getting pretty slippery. It was great. Mom reached down between us and took hold of me, rubbing the tip of my dick with her thumb, smearing the wetness.<\/p>\n
I had to pull back a little bit and look down to see what she was doing; to make sure it was really happening. I looked up to see her face, look her in the eyes, but she was looking down; watching her own hand moving over me, getting me even wetter.<\/p>\n
\nShe pushed my jeans down off my hips. They fell to my feet into the foamy surf. She held them with her foot until I\u2019d stepped out of them then she tossed them beside her dress with a graceful swing of her shapely leg.<\/p>\n
\u201cLay down.\u201d She says to me, gliding her hands up and down my sides, my thighs, not taking her eyes off my dick.
\nShe no sooner says it and I\u2019m laying on my back in the wet sand; the chilly surf pushing and pulling sand from around my calves.
\nMom looks absolutely incredible standing over me silhouetted against the starry sky, the moon over her shoulder. There\u2019s not much light but I can clearly see the curves of her body and the roundness of her breasts.<\/p>\n
\nFor the first time, Mom seems to realize that we\u2019re on a public beach. She quickly looks up and then down the beach. I assume checking for late night strollers. She gives another glance up towards the beach-house and then straddles me right there on the beach. She reaches between us and takes my dick in her soft hand. I can feel her hand trembling now.<\/p>\n
\n\u201cThis is our secret, right?\u201d
\nI shook my head \u2018Yes\u2019\u2026Quick, urgent little shakes\u2026I\u2019m anxious to feel what\u2019s coming next.
\nMom lowers herself on me; guiding me into her pussy. She\u2019s incredibly hot and wet. The heat from her coochie is a strong contrast to the chill of the night. I slide right in. Mom moans, sighs, and lowers her upper body until her breasts rest on my chest and her cheek is against mine. Without saying a word, I wrap my arms around her and she begins to slowly fuck me.<\/p>\n
\nI\u2019m in heaven. The cold water tickling my back-side, the salty wind blowing, and my mom\u2019s hot pussy sliding up and down on my dick over and over; right there on a public beach to boot.
\nMom\u2019s breathing is heavy in my ear now. I\u2019m trying my best to hold on. I don\u2019t want to cum yet. I want it to last. I want my mother to enjoy this as much as I am. I want her to get as much pleasure as I\u2019m getting.<\/p>\n
\nThen as if reading my mind, Mom grunts quietly in my ear with heavy breaths, \u201cYou can cum in me.\u201dShe tells me. Hearing her talk like that is bringing me right up to the edge. I\u2019m struggling to maintain a slow, even rhythm.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll cum when I feel you cumming.\u201d She whispers as she moves faster and faster on top of me. Her voice is sexy and lacking the nervousness it held a little while ago.
\nWell that\u2019s about all I can take. When she says that, I hold her tight around the waist and I start coming like I\u2019ve never come before.
\n\u201cHoly shit!!!\u201d I cry out as I buck up off the wet sand.<\/p>\n
\nThere\u2019s no need to tell her I\u2019m cumming. Anyone in the vicinity knows.
\n\u201cOh God Brian! Oh my God!!!\u201d Mom quietly cries into the crook of my neck as I feel her hands hurry under me, between my back and the wet sand, and dig into my shoulder-blades, holding me as if the ocean might drag me away.
\nWe were wrapped in one tight ball of passion. We couldn\u2019t get any closer to one another, I couldn\u2019t have gotten any deeper inside her as we held each other and rocked and thrashed on the empty beach.<\/p>\n
\nWhen it was over, when we\u2019d cum, we, little by little, slowed to a stop. We didn\u2019t end the embrace. Mom stayed on top of me, my dick still firmly inside her, our heads buried in each other\u2019s necks, trying desperately to calm our breathing, the sound of our hearts beating, drowning out the sound of the crashing waves.<\/p>\n
\nAs the seconds ticked by, Mom, with her head still nuzzled in my neck, whispered in my ear, \u201cAre you sorry?\u201d
\n\u201cSorry we did this?\u201d I asked, a bit puzzled by the question.
\n\u201cYes Brian\u2026\u2026\u2026Are you sorry?\u201d she asked fretfully.<\/p>\n
\nI could feel that her body was tight, tense. She sounded like she was upset, like she was ashamed, on the verge of crying. Before the shame could take a stronger hold, I quickly held on to her tighter and rolled us over. She was on the bottom, I was between her open legs now, my knees digging into the wet sand, the tide coming in as the waves reached further up our bodies; my semi-hard dick still deep inside her. She tried to shamefully draw herself up\u2026to bury her head in my neck again so I couldn\u2019t see her face, but I pulled back.
\n\u201cLook at me.\u201d I insisted tenderly.<\/p>\n
\nShe couldn\u2019t seem to do it. She laid her head back on the sand with her eyes tightly closed.
\nSo I did the only thing I could think of to show her I wasn\u2019t sorry we\u2019d done what we\u2019d done. I began to slowly move my hips. It took only a few strokes inside her wet coochie for the firmness to return to my dick. I felt her body ease a little and her hands gently begin to slide up and down the backs of my arms.<\/p>\n
\n\u201cLook at me.\u201d I whispered again pulling my dick out until just the tip rested in her warmth.
\nShe opened her eyes. Even in the meager light, I caught the sparkle of tears in them.
\n\u201cAre you sorry?\u201d I asked as I paused between her legs waiting for a response before I continued.<\/p>\n
\nThis time she was the one to shake her head with tiny little shakes.
\n\u201cNo\u2026\u201d She finally whispered as she rocked her hips allowing my hard dick to sink back into her wet pussy. The tension left her body and was replaced by a nice smooth rhythm.
\n\u201cI\u2019ve wanted to do this for quite a while.\u201d I admitted.
\n\u201cI\u2019ve thought about it a few times too.\u201d Mom confessed softly as she wrapped her legs around me and pulled my head down to her lovely tits.<\/p>\n
\nWhen we were finished, we gathered our wet clothes and ran back to the house. We stopped at the sliding glass door and peeked in. Timmy and Rascal were still sound asleep on the couch. Mom snuck in, got dry clothes for us both and then we sat on the patio talking until after four. Just before the first light of dawn, we quietly went into Mom\u2019s room and enjoyed each other\u2019s touch again.<\/p>\n
\nOddly enough, this was the first time we kissed. The kiss was soft and sweet; tender. It seemed to over shadow the sex. It felt like we\u2019d been doing it forever. Had it not been for the fear of my little brother waking and catching us, I believe we would have kissed well into the morning. Who would’ve thought it. As strange as it sounds\u2026It was like falling in love.<\/p>\n \n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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