Mother and son go to the beach… Family taboo incest stories.. John stretched out on the beach, enjoying the warm sun that beat down upon him. He lay on a large towel and beneath a great big beach umbrella. He wore a t-shirt and a bathing suit with nothing underneath. Beside him was another towel, empty at the moment. But the 18-year-old was not concerned with that. More pressing was the girl laying some distance down the beach. She was on her stomach with her top open and John was enjoying an eyeful of the side of her breast. The soft curve of it glistened erotically. As he watched, the young woman rolled back and forth a little. Her breast rolled as well, teasing John with just a hint of her nipple. He felt an erection growing in his bathing suit and pulled his feet up towards his butt, his knees in the air, to hide it.
As he enjoyed the view, he caught glimpse of an amazingly hot woman out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head to face her. In her late thirties, this woman had blonde, lustrous hair that was a little bit longer than shoulder length. Like John, she too wore a t-shirt, except hers was pulled tight across her chest, showing off her supple and full breasts. She had on thigh-length khaki shorts as well, allowing for a generous view of her long, smooth sun-browned legs. Concealed beneath was her bathing suit, although anyone who looked closely could see the outline of her top against her tight t-shirt and her bikini bottom against her tight ass.
She walked directly towards John, catching his eyes with her soft green eyes as she got near. She flashed a smile, which John returned. Soon she stood beside him, looking down.
“Hi, mom,” John said.
“Hey babe,” his mom returned. She sat down on the second towel, glad to be out of the hot sun. Still smiling, she leaned over to kiss her son on the cheek. “How was school?”
“Oh, alright,” he replied, not really paying attention. He was still focused on the topless girl, gazing now at her ass. His erection continued to grow.
“Just alright?” John did not respond, so enthralled was he by the young girl’s ass. “Babe?” He looked over at his mom, and was suddenly embarrassed by his rather large erection. It was hidden by his bent legs, but he was still embarrassed. He flushed.
“Oh, umm, yeah. Just alright.” His bright-red face did not go unnoticed.
“Wow, are you red. Are you feeling ok?” Gently, she reached over to touch his cheek with the back of her hand. John nodded, feeling uncomfortable that his mom was touching him when he had an erection. He pushed her hand away.
“Yeah, I’m alright. It’s just hot.” His mom nodded, satisfied by the answer, and stretched out on the towel.
“Mmph,” she mumbled, closing her eyes.
John glanced over at her. Her arms were crossed behind her head, causing her shirt to ride up her stomach a little. Her bikini bottom could just be seen coming out the side of her shorts. That made John remember something.
“Hey, I got the lotion you wanted.” She opened her eyes and looked over at him. Normally she had her husband rub lotion on her before these afternoon visits to the beach. She knew how awkward her son would feel applying it for her. But she had recently run out of sun-tan lotion and had asked John to pick it up on his way here.
“Great! Just…” She trailed off, uncertain if he would mind.
“Could you rub it on my back for me? You know how easily I burn, and I plan to do a lot of tanning and swimming shortly.”
John sighed. He had really been looking forward to spending a little longer gazing at that girl. But he could hardly deny his mom this small favor, as close as they were. “Yeah, alright.”
His mom grinned. As John fished out the lotion, she sat up and crossed her arms in front of her chest to grab the bottom of her shirt. Slowly she lifted her shirt up, and John turned with the lotion, waiting. Her abdomen became fully visible as she arched her back to pull off the t-shirt. Then her chest came into view. She was wearing a bikini top that was just a little too small for her generous breasts. They weren’t exactly spilling out, but they were close. She finished talking off the shirt and then laid out on her stomach, her head resting on her arms. She turned to look over and up at her son.
Hunched over to still hide his lingering erection, John moved towards his mom and kneeled beside. He squirted some lotion onto his mom’s upper back and pressed his palms against the back of her shoulders. Gently he began to rub her brown skin, spreading the slick lotion. He rubbed his hands around and around, above her bikini strap. His fingers slid slightly down her sides as well, just below her armpits. John did not feel awkward doing this for his mom. He was mature enough to think nothing of it.
His mom, meanwhile, simply enjoyed the sensation.
Finished with the top of her back, John squirted more lotion, this time on her lower back. He pushed his hands into the curve of her lower back, rubbing and touching his mom. A soft moan escaped his mom’s lips at the sudden pressure on her lower back, but John did not hear it. He continued to rub her lower back.
She had not meant to moan at her son’s touch. It had surprised her quite a bit, especially due to its blatantly sexually nature – she had felt the massage fully between her legs. So while the event itself was troubling, the sensation that had caused it certainly was not. She decided to just try and forget about it.
John did not make it easy. Innocently he continued to rub her lower back, but his mom remained aroused. If anything, she grew more turned on as her son slid his hands up her back. His fingers reached underneath the string of her bikini top, and rubbed out to either side of her back. Driven by an unknown force, she reached back and guided one of those hands further down, so that his fingertips were touching the side of her breast.
“I burn very easily there,” she lied.
John nodded absently. He let the fingers of both of his hands slide down over the sides of his mom’s breasts. His mom gasped softly as he rubbed them up and down, massaging her breasts. She felt one finger actually brush against her nipple. Then, sadly, the fingers were gone, trailing down her lower back. His mom was not one to question anything that felt as good as this, so she decided she would milk it for all it was worth. The thought that this was her son was pushed to the back of her consciousness. It felt good, so she wanted more.
She felt that her son’s hands were not going that low on her back, so she said, “Babe? Could you get lower too please?”
“Okay mom.” He applied a little more lotion to her lower back and resumed rubbing. His hands moved down the waistband of her shorts, sliding back and forth across her skin. The shorts were very low so his hands were touching just above his mom’s ass. He felt nothing regarding what he was doing, but his mom was just the opposite. It was everything she could do to stifle a moan, one that this time her son would certainly hear. She buried her mouth in her arm, but the heat between her legs would not cooperate. A moan escaped her body, drowned by her arms, and still her son touched her.
Holding her breath, she called softly to John. “The sides as well.” Her sides tingled in anticipation, long before the hands made their way there. One she did feel her son’s slick hands and fingers begin to rub and caress her sides just above her hips, she moaned loudly.
“Mom? Did I hurt you?”
After several moments, she managed, “Yeah babe. I banged that spot this morning. Just be gentle.” She pushed her hips into the sand, grinding her pussy in absolute ecstasy. Her son’s fingers continued to massage her sides, driving her crazy with pleasure. Teetering on the edge of blatant sexual activity, she turned slightly and clutched at one of his hands, pulling it up to her breast, forcing him to cup it…then dragging it fully across her breast and nipple. For a brief moment, logic entered her mind, and she continued pulling the hand, up to her face. She kissed it, trying to pass off the erotic drag across her breasts as accidental in the motion of bringing his hand to her face. Unable to trust her voice, she let John come to his own conclusions about her actions as she laid back down and writhed on the sand in front of him.
John was fully aware of what his hand had touched, but when his mom did not make a big deal out of it, he just shrugged it off. He did, however, notice his mom’s movements. Her shorts, already extremely short, had ridden up during the lotion application, and John had full view of his mom’s thighs all the way up to her ass as she moved back and forth. Her bikini-bottom line was showing as well, and John could imagine her without her shorts on, wiggling her beautiful ass at him.
John paused, then wrinkled his face. This was his mom he was thinking about. A bit unnerved, he returned to his towel and resumed staring at the topless girl. The strange thoughts about his mom still lingered, but they became a distant memory as his erection grew once more.
John’s mom, however, was still in the powerful throes of her arousal. Her pussy was hot and wet as she fantasized about her son. She ground her hips hard into the sand, allowing herself to think about his young, hard cock pushing against her ass, pushing into her ass, into her pussy, fucking her hard and long right there on the sand. She imagined his long shaft deep in her warm wet pussy, ramming deep into her ass, until an explosion rocked her body. Cum leaked from her body, further messing her already soaked bottoms. It took all of her willpower not to cry out in pleasure as the orgasm swept through her entire body. Her son was too pre-occupied with his own sexual fantasies to notice.
“Babe,” John’s mom gasped, looking over at him.
“I’m going to take a swim.” She needed to wash away the evidence. She just hoped she could make it to the water without anyone noticing.
She left, and John noticed that she was still wearing her shorts. That thought was soon replaced by naughtier ones, most notably that he could covertly stroke his cock now that his mom had left.
Stretched out on his back, he resumed gazing at the topless girl. She was sitting up on her elbows now, rummaging through her beach bag. Unfortunately, John’s angle was such that he could not see her breasts very well. But he was patient. Lazily he rubbed his cock through his bathing suit, awaiting the moment where he might get a better view. His legs were still bent into the air so that he might hide his inevitable erection. A minute or two later, his patience was rewarded. The young girl closed her bag and lifted it to the side, causing her upper body to rise from her towel. Her supple breasts and perfect nipples were in plain view, hanging down from her chest and just short of her beach towel. John felt a drop in his stomach and a tingle in his cock as his voyeurism paid off. He did not want to waste the image before him, so he eagerly began masturbating through his bathing suit.
Although the beach was not too crowded, John was cautious, moving only his wrist so that he would not draw attention. He rubbed his fingers up and down the length of his arcing cock, openly staring at the girl’s soft tits. They swayed as she pushed the bag away a little, but remained perfectly in view. John gasped, his arousal growing. He imagined cupping those breasts – no, sucking them, feeding off of them. It was a fantasy he often enjoyed and it did not fail him now. His cock stood straight up, throbbing.
To John’s disappointment, the girl laid back down, pushing her nipples down against her towel and out of view. He sighed, but then she slid forward, trying to grab at something… what was it? John could not tell, but it didn’t matter. What mattered was that as she pushed forward, her bathing suit bottoms, trapped between her body and her towel, did not. They remained where they were and her ass slid out of them slightly. John’s cock grew in response. He could now see the crack of her ass as well as the swell of her breasts squashed beneath her. He was so turned on that his mouth was opened slightly, jaw slack. The skin on her smooth curved ass was much lighter than her tanned lower back. It would not be for long, John thought, for she made no effort to adjust her bottoms. Instead she stretched her body out, causing them to slip down even further still.
John squeezed his cock, closing his eyes in pleasure. He forced them open again, not wanting to look away from those large soft breasts and that tantalizing ass crack. He thought about walking over there and rubbing lotion on her body. Rubbing it down her back, down her ass, pushing her bottoms down her thighs and trailing his finger down the crack of her ass. He began to rub himself faster as he thought about his finger sliding lower, between her thighs. He imagined the moans she would make as he finger fucked her, right there on the beach, with everyone to watch. He was reaching a climax, almost to the point of no return, where he would no longer have the choice of whether or not he wanted to actually cum all over himself in public.
Then he saw his mom coming back.
Cursing her timing, he quickly placed his hands on his stomach and tried to look innocent. He was breathing heavily and thoughts of those breasts and that ass still lingered in his head. He tried to make them go away, but found himself continuing to steal glances at her, refreshing the image. For lack of anywhere better to look, he focused on his mom, and concentrated on making his erection go down.
Fresh out of the water, she was still very much wet and her nipples were poking hard through her bikini top. Her white khaki bottoms were transparent as well, allowing a clear view of her bikini bottoms. She walked slowly towards John, her hips (and breasts) swaying as she made her way through the soft sand. The water had washed away both the evidence of her arousal and, she hoped, the dirty thoughts that had caused it. After all, this was her son, and she was not about to venture down that path.
John looked her body up and down as she approached. He was still breathing hard from his near orgasm, and his cock was still throbbing… and he found that looking at his mom didn’t help. To be honest, she was hot, and right now even the slightest sexy thing could maintain his erection. His eyes stopped at her breasts, watching them move from side to side, gazing at her erect nipples. Not only was his erection not subsiding, it was growing. Totally embarrassed, he looked down at the sand, desperately willing his erection to disappear.
His mom plopped down on the towel, out of breath from her vigorous swim, and, John thought, sitting far too close for comfort.
“Hi babe.” She smiled at him, and he returned the smile weakly. A confused look appeared on her face. “Still under here? You’re usually well into your tanning by now.”
John shrugged. “Just don’t feel like it.” His erection continued to throb in his lap. He only hoped that his bent legs hid it as he laid there on his back. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the girl wiggling her ass a little. Simply unable to resist, he stole a quick glance at it, and was amazed to see that her bottoms were lower still down her ass. The waistband was pulled taught against her ass cheeks, flatting them a little, but not reducing their generous curve.
John’s mom, meanwhile, was considering whether to stay in the shade or move out into the sun. She would not get a chance to come back to the beach for a while, so she would tan now. She sat up, looking to John. John returned her look and flashed a smile.
“I’m going into the sun,” she said to him. He nodded, and then his eyes widened as she began to move toward him. She got on her hands and knees and crawled towards him, reaching her hand out, towards his crotch, his enormous erection… and past it to their beach bag. Her breasts hung just above his chest, nearly touching him. God, he thought, do they look good. In his heightened sexual state, he could not help but appreciate them. His mom was almost forty, but her chest was amazing. He gazed at them longingly as she pulled a towel from their bag, and was more than a little disappointed when she pulled away. In the back of his consciousness, which was currently second to his arousal, he felt a little disgusted with himself.
It was only when he tore his eyes from those large breasts that he noticed a shadow standing over him. Looking up, his curiosity turned to amazement when he realized that it was the very girl he had been fantasizing about! She held her arms over her chest, covering her bare breasts. Her bottoms were now pulled up and tight against her ass. She stood with her weight shifted to one food, smiling awkwardly.
John looked to his mom, who had also noticed the girl. She, too, was standing, but bent over slightly, toward him and the girl. Her thumbs were hooked into her white khaki shorts, stopped in the process of pushing them down. The waistband of her bikini bottoms was plainly visible. The girl was looking at her too, and it was to her that she spoke.
“Hi there.” John looked up at the girl. Her voice was hot, he thought, just like her body. “Umm… I was wondering… do you think you could do me a favor?”
“What’s up?” His mom smiled politely.
“Well, it’s just, I totally forgot to bring my lotion today. I noticed you guys had some and thought maybe I could borrow it?” She looked down to John. John looked at his mom, leaving it up to her, still not quite believing that the girl had actually come over to them.
She nodded. “Yeah, that’s no problem. Here.” Removing her thumbs from her shorts, but still leaving them pushed down a little, she bent to pick up the lotion and hand it to the girl.
The girl smiled shyly. “Actually, I was kind of hoping you could put it on my back for me.” This time, the question was directed solely to John’s mom. Obviously the girl did not feel comfortable asking a younger boy to do it.
John’s mom glanced to the spot of sand she had picked out to tan in, then back to the girl, and shrugged. “Sure hon. Lead the way.”
The girl beamed. “Thanks! I’m just over here. And my name is Sam, by the way.” Incredulous, John watched as Sam and his mom headed the short distance to the girl’s towel. She still held her breasts, and her ass moved tantalizingly as she walked. His mom’s ass moved as well, her hips swaying, her shorts a couple inches below the waistband of her bikini bottoms. John felt his erection surge, realizing what he was about to watch. It was wrong, but he did not care.
Sam stretched out on her towel, on her stomach, and rested her hands on her folded arms. She was angled slightly away from him, making the curve of her breast clearly visible. It bulged under the pressure of her body. His eyes trailed down to her hips, to her bikini bottom which covered only about half of her ass, and to her long brown legs. His mom was on the opposite side, facing somewhat towards John as she dropped to her knees beside Sam. She put some lotion on her hand, then pressed it between Sam’s shoulder blades. John noticed Sam jump a little, probably because the lotion was cool from being in the shade.
And then John’s mom began to rub Sam. She rubbed vigorously with both hands, spreading the lotion on the girl’s back. John immediately started masturbating through his shorts again. If his mom were to look up, she might realize what he was doing, but she was too involved in her task. Her hands rubbed across Sam’s shoulders, squeezing them a little, and John noticed Sam close her eyes. Was she enjoying it? That thought brought blood rushing hard into his cock.
His mom splurted more lotion on her hands and began rubbing Sam’s middle and lower back. Her slick hands slid down to the top of her bikini bottoms, ran across the waistband, then back up her sides, stopping short of the girl’s breasts. His mom asked her something, and then continued to slide her hands higher up her sides. When they touched her breasts, John nearly exploded in his pants. His mom was touching another woman’s breasts! Not only were they touching them, but they were massaging. Her hands moved in little circles, around and around against Sam’s breasts, pushing in a little. As soon as it began, though, it was over. John knew in the back of his mind that it had been totally innocent, at least for his mom, but it was still incredibly sexy.
After another question was posed to Sam, John’s mom put more lotion on her hands and began to rub the girl’s calves. She quickly moved up to her thighs, rubbing good and hard. She slid her hands up the back of the girl’s thighs, then down the sides. After yet another question and affirmative response, John’s mom moved her hands between Sam’s legs. They went up, impossibly high, and John slid his hand into his pants and began to rub himself furiously, his bathing suit no longer dulling the sensation. He watched his mom rub the inside of the girl’s thighs, then slide up onto her ass cheeks. He watched his mom’s long fingers stroke Sam’s thighs, fingers that had touched him innocently so many times. Touched his arm, his leg, anywhere on his body. He watched those fingers rub the girl’s ass and he masturbated hard and fast, coming to a climax. His mom’s fingertips dipped briefly under Sam’s bikini bottoms, then rubbed up her sides, up again to her breasts, and to her arms. Sam looked back quizzically and his mom smiled and said something. Apparently satisfied, Sam rolled on her back, her palms wrapped over her breasts, covering her nipples.
John’s mom kneeled over Sam, one knee on either side of her thighs, sitting on her heels. She was nearly straddling Sam. Her shorts pulled down as she leaned forward, showing more of her bikini bottom and just a hint of the top of her ass. John found his gaze returning continuously to that ass. He had seen his mom in both bikini bottoms and panties – even a thong, once – and he could not deny how great it looked.
John’s mom squirted some lotion directly onto the girl’s stomach and began rubbing again. Sam was turning red, either from embarrassment or arousal, but John knew his mom was just being motherly. She loved doing more than was required of her to help people out. That thought quickly left his head as he entertained fantasies of when his mom had spread lotion on him just like this. He thought about the way she would touch him, as she rubbed Sam’s stomach. He jerked his cock harder and faster, never gazing away from his mom’s ass and the young woman’s slick thighs and almost fully exposed breasts.
His mom’s hands ran up between those breasts, against her upper chest, then back down between her breasts and to her sides. She rubbed up and down, massaging Sam’s sides. John moaned softly, thinking about his mom touching his own chest and sides. His breath came in ragged gasps as his mom touched Sam’s hips, rubbing more lotion down the front of her thighs. He thought about the two of them suddenly embracing, his mom falling on Sam and kissing her deeply, their breasts pushing together, their crotches grinding. He envisioned Sam grasping his mom’s bikini bottoms and shorts and pushing them both down, squeezing and spanking her bare ass. His mom would push aside a tiny patch covering one of her large breasts and feed the nipple to Sam, letting the younger woman suck on her. Sam would take the breast hungrily, wrapping her legs around his mom and arching her back up, allowing her bottoms to be pulled down so that the two women could grind their pussies together, both moaning, both wanting to cum all over the other. His mom would squeeze Sam’s breasts as her own continued to be sucked, crying out, a crowd gathering around them on the beach. Even with the presence of a crowd, they would continue to fuck each other’s pussies and pleasure each other’s tits, too wrapped up in one another (emotionally and physically) to even consider stopping.
He thought about that until he felt himself growing dizzy, and harder, and more turned on than he had ever been in his life. Finally, when he thought he was going to pass out, immense waves of pleasure began emanating from his cock. They washed over his entire body as he shot his first stream of cum against the inside of his bathing suit. He climaxed again and again, rolling his hips and squeezing all the cum from his cock, still watching his mom touch Sam. He gasped for air, completely drained, and then came again when his mom’s hands cupped beneath Sam’s tits. His mom said something, possibly a compliment, and rubbed the girl’s breasts a little. Sam was bright red as she removed her hands from covering her nipples, allowed John’s mom to rub them appreciatively. She played with them a little longer, much to Sam’s embarrassed pleasure, then stood and spoke with the girl for a minute. She had had truly been innocent in her actions, which soon become apparent to Sam. John’s mom had just always been very intimate and close with other women.
By the time she picked up her lotion and turned around, John was already in the water.
About an hour later, John was still in the ocean. He lay floating on his back in shallow water, his eyes closed, bathing in sunlight. Waves pushed gently against the shore and the noise soothed him. He had spent much of the last hour this way, lost in thought about what had just happened. He had decided that it was not really a big deal. True, he had been masturbating while looking at and thinking about his mother. But he convinced himself that his attraction lay more in the girl, Sam, than anything else. That his mother happened to be the one touching her was irrelevant. What mattered was that she had been rubbed down by another woman and had apparently been turned on by it.
Then, suddenly, pressure on his shoulders pushed him underwater. Salty seawater filled his mouth and nose, which he quickly blew out. He gurgled and broke the surface, standing in stomach-deep water, gasping for breath. To his surprise, he saw his mom standing before him. She was giggling, her breasts shaking with the rest of her body, although they were not wet so her nipples were not as visible as earlier.
“I’m sorry,” she managed between giggles, but clearly did not mean it. Smiling and shaking his head, John quickly covered the short distance between them. His mom’s laughter soon turned to shock as John grabbed her arms and began pushing her over. As she fell back, John swam forward, but he was faster than she fell so his body pressed against hers. He felt her breasts on his chest, her thighs against his thighs. She dropped into the water and John dropped upon her, pushing her down by the arms and shoulders, laughing. He then pulled back to allow her to surface.
Underwater, John’s mom had plenty of time to become aroused. She had felt the innocent brush of her son’s chest against her own, had felt their thighs connect. That surge of arousal flowed through her again, somehow stronger than earlier. Again she found her desire overpowering her rational thought. She wanted to feel this way – no, she needed to. She swam towards John, determined to feel more, yet hoping that he would not realize what was happening. If he did, it could change both of their lives forever. That was something she was not prepared for. But she was even less prepared for the overwhelming lust that she now felt for him. The implications and consequences of her actions were far less important in the face of such emotions.
John was surprised to feel his mom’s arms wrap around his waist beneath the water. They were deeper now, the water at chest level, and his mom pushed her feet off the sand to close the distance to the surface. Her arms slid up her son’s sides, her hands against his back. Her breasts pushed firmly against the front of his body, dragging up its length until they came to stop against his chest. They were both standing, mostly underwater, her arms embracing him. John tried to break free, playing along with the game, but his mom would not have it. She pulled backwards, trying to get her son off his feet. Her breasts tingled as they ground against him. Realizing that he would not fall, she hooked one leg around his and pulled. Her crotch pressed into the front of his thigh. She did not want to move, but knew she had to keep up the façade of the game. She hooked her leg tighter around his and pulled as hard as she could. Because she was fairly strong, the strategy worked. John lost his balance and fell upon his mother. Together they sunk beneath the surface, their bodies entangled. In his struggles to get free, John’s hand pushed into one of his mom’s breasts. He did not realize what he had touched, but she moaned under the water, air bubbles of pleasure escaping her lips.
They came to the surface together, both smiling. John smiled because he was enjoying the game, but John’s mom was smiling at the possibilities flying around inside her head. What next? She decided to simply stick with what was working.
“Okay babe,” she breathed, her face flush. “Now let’s play fair. We try to knock each other over, best two out of three. Kay?” She stood with her wet dripping breasts fully above the surface of the water, watching her son, gauging his response.
Always one to enjoy a fun game, John agreed. She indicated that he should go first, so he began to circle her. When he was between her and the beach, the water was waist deep. When he came back to the opposite side, the water was just above his neck. He chose to attack from the side, where the water came up to his stomach. He crept towards his mom, but she was prepared for his attack.
Or so she thought. The ferocity of his charge caught her off guard. He ran at her, very fast for being in stomach-deep water, and fully wrapped his body around hers. She gasped in pleasure as his arms embraced her and he pushed her over. Briefly she felt his cock against one of her thighs. Then he was past her. She turned to face him, wiping water from his face.
“Ohh, that was mean!” his mom pouted. He just shrugged and prepared for her turn. Little did he know that his mom was growing more aroused, and that she was quickly losing control. She moved towards him in the now chest-deep water. Gently she reached out and touched his chest at arm’s length. He thought she may be searching for a weakness, or trying to create one in her gentle prodding, so he stood fast.
In fact, she was just enjoying the feel of his chest. God, she thought, did he feel good. His chest was hard and she could not help but stroke it. She moved closer, her hands caressing his sides now. John’s mouth opened a little in surprise, and she kissed his lower lip, their bodies almost touching. And then suddenly she shoved, easily pushing him off his feet. She could not believe what she had just done, and was incredibly relieved that John seemed to think it was all part of the game. He scowled.
“That was so not fair, mom.” She just laughed, a laugh that came from deep within her chest. An erotic laugh.
Now it was John’s turn again. If she were to fall, the game would be over. She was simply determined not to fall down, wanting to prolong this experience as long as possible. She moved into stomach-deep water. Immediately her son came at her, pushing at her shoulders again. This time, she was ready, and she pushed back, dunking him below the water. One of his hands slid down her chest, over one breast, and a finger caught in her bikini strap. The top was stretched down before his finger broke free, and John’s mom looked down. The top had snapped back against her breast, but it was too far to the side. One of her nipples was fully exposed.
John, having pulled a short distance away, noticed it too. He was too embarrassed to say anything, though, and figured his mom would notice it on her own. He approached her again, this time trying another tactic. He dropped underwater and swam towards her. In the murkiness he saw her legs and bikini bottoms come into view. Some of her stomach was visible as well. John went for her thighs. Reaching around to the back of her legs, he pulled. His hands slipped from his mom’s legs and he tried again, only to encounter the same problem. The third time, instead of reaching for her thighs, he reached for her hips. He grabbed and squeezed his mom’s hips, trying to pull her off balance. One hand slipped to her ass, squeezing it in his frantic tugging, then returning to her hips. Finally, he pushed away and surfaced.
John’s mom was dizzy with pleasure. Her son had touched her hips, her thighs, even her ass. And now, back at the surface, she knew he could see her nipple. But she made no move to fix her top. It was too much of a turn on. She grinned at him.
“I think you have one more try before it’s my turn,” she teased. John watched a droplet of water form on her nipple and then splash into the ocean. Should he tell her? He shook his head and then charged.
His mom knew she would not be able to stand against this charge. She waited for it, her arms wide beneath the water, ready to embrace her son. When he hit her, she fell back willingly. He had come head first, and his face brushed against the breast whose nipple was not showing. She wrapped her arms around him, touching his ass, and pulled him under with her. Her legs wrapped around his hips, her crotch pushed into his. Again she felt his cock, but this time it was between her legs. It was not hard, but she did not care. She ground against it anyway in the confusion beneath the water, her thighs tightening. Her son tried to get away, but she squeezed him hard, in a big bear hug. She pulled him into her breasts, felt his skin against her fully erect and exposed nipple. When she determined that staying this way any longer would no longer seem innocent to her son, she released him.
They both surfaced at the same time. John was breathing hard, as was she, although not for the same reason. She felt like a sexed-up beast, craving pleasure on a very basic level. When she took her son’s hand and led him deeper into the water, he followed.
“Babe,” she managed. Every breath was a gasp. “Remember this?” She turned away from him and pulled his hands around her neck.
“Sure mom.” When he was younger, his mom used to pull him around as she swam. The only problem now was that his arms would probably choke her if they went around her neck. She realized the problem and lifted her arms.
“Under,” she said. He wrapped his arms under hers, crossing them above her breasts. She could hardly hold back a moan as she felt his forearms across the top of her breasts. Then she began to swim, and John floated along behind her.
There was another difference between now and when John was younger. Now, as she become horizontal swimming in the water, her son’s crotch would bump into her ass every so often. John’s mom felt it and her eyes closed in pleasure. Her 18-year-old son had his arms across the top of her breasts, and his cock was bumping into her ass. She was in heaven as she swam. She went faster, and his arms began to slide down her breasts. He held on tighter, but because she was going so fast, he could not move his arms back above her breasts. They were now folded across her nipples, including the one that was exposed. Her faster speed also caused her to become more horizontal, which meant his cock pushed into her ass far more often. It was all his mom could do to not cum.
John found himself become aroused as well. He thought back to when his mom had been rubbing Sam, slicking her body with lotion. And he knew his forearms were pushed against his mom’s tits. He wanted to slide further up to avoid her nipples, but she was going too fast. If he released her he would be left behind. Then an erection began to grow between his legs. He realized the implications of that when his cock bumped into his mom’s ass. It was only slightly erect, so he hoped she had not noticed. He tried desperately to keep his cock from her ass, letting himself float more to the surface. But her ass rose too, and now his cock was not just bumping into it, but constantly pressing against it. He could rise no further, so he had no choice but to let his cock push into his mom’s bikinied bottom.
Beneath her son, John’s mom was fully aware of what was pressing against her ass. In fact, when he had floated up, she had purposefully reached her butt up as well. And now there was nothing he could do, he was trapped against her. She whimpered with each stroke of her arms, hoping her son would think them a product of her swimming effort. She felt his cock crowing harder, felt its length pushing between the cheeks of her ass. She felt his arms squeezing her breasts as well. It was too much to stand. She had an orgasm as she swam, pushing her ass up into her son’s cock, rotating her body from side to side with each stroke of her arms so that her breasts were rubbing against his arms and her ass was wiggling against his cock.
At that point, John was just too erect to remain on his mother any longer. He was extremely conscious of his cock pushing between her ass cheeks, and could not imagine how his mom did not feel that. Worried that she would, he released her. Truly he felt disgusted with himself, and again he tried to attribute the erection to what had happened between Sam and his mom. But Sam was way back on the beach. And he could not deny that the length of his cock inserted down the length of his mom’s ass crack had felt amazing.
She stopped swimming when he released her and immediately slid a hand into her bikini bottoms. Two fingers massaged her pussy, while her other hand pinched her exposed nipple, which had just been grinding against her own son. She used her feet to stay afloat in the deep water, and to turn to face John. She smiled at him as she rubbed herself, as she played with her breast. John smiled back, a little worried about whether she had felt his erection.
“We’re out pretty far,” he commented, and they were. No one else was out this deep.
“Mhmm,” she moaned. Her fingers worked their way inside of her cunt and she masturbated furiously. Her son, unaware, swam towards her. Her jaw was slack, her eyes half closed. John took it to mean she was tired from the vigorous swim. He moved close to his mom, but he was unable to see beneath the surface of the water. All he could see was a clear reflection of the blue sky above them. She continued to masturbate, continued to massage her breast. Her hand moved to her other breast, pulling it free from her bikini top as well. She pinched and squeezed it, not wanting to give all the pleasure to just one breast. When John came close enough, she leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. He was surprised, but he didn’t mind.
“Love you babe,” she managed, and then she kissed him again on the lips. As she kissed him, she came, pleasure exploding between her legs. She moaned loudly. “Ohhhh,” she cried, and did not recall how long she came. When she again able to see things clearly around her, her son was look at her with concern.
“Mom? Is it a cramp?” She just nodded, thankful for the convenient excuse. “Come on, I’ll pull you in.” John pulled her arms around his chest, the same way he had held on to her. Quickly he swam towards the shore, his mom’s breasts pushing hard into his back. She suddenly realized that both of her nipples were bare against him, and she immediately came again, moaning softly. He took this to be an expression of her pain and swam faster, which only brought her body more flush against his. Her sticky crotch pushed hard into his ass, and again she came, again she moaned. She forced her pussy to remain hard against the cheeks of his ass as she orgasmed beneath the water. She just managed to replace her bikini top over her nipples by the time they reached shallow water.
John’s mom thought her body numb from pleasure, but discovered it was not as her son wrapped one arm around her hips. The touch set off yet another explosion between her legs as she came for the final time. Her legs were so weak that she did not need to fake an injury as he led her up the beach.
Halfway up the beach, John’s mom recovered some of her senses and leaned off of her son. He looked to her but she just limped on ahead of him. In all honesty, she did not want to be near her son right now. In the throes of her passion, all reason and good judgment had abandoned her, and she had given in to the desire. Now that she had been thoroughly satisfied, her head was clear to consider the events of the day. God, she thought, this was her son. What on earth was she doing? She had made blatant sexual contact with the boy. And she found it very hard to believe that he had not noticed. In fact, she had felt his erection as they swam together. But then again, she figured that was totally her fault. Her actions had left him with no choice but to become aroused, for he was 18, and she was an older, attractive woman, who had been touching him in a very sexual way.
As they approached their camp, she could not even bear to look at him, opting instead to flop down on her stomach out in the sun. It was just too uncomfortable dealing with the situation, when they had at least both been aware of his erection. Whether her son had realized the nature of her actions in the water she did not know, and feared to think about. She closed her eyes as the sun began to dry her back and she resolved to not make any more sexual advances towards her son. She then tried her best to clear all thoughts from her head.
John sat in the shade, beneath their umbrella, gazing out at the ocean (for Sam was no longer there to gaze at). He had actually not realized that the erotic contact initiated by his mother had been intentional. Were it another a woman, there would be no question, but he was not yet prepared to even consider the fact that his mom was sexually attracted to him. No, he figured his erection against her ass had simply been his own sick mind, and he was totally disgusted with himself for it. What kind of freak was he? He sighed, not really certain he wanted to answer that question. He glanced to his mom, who was lounging on her stomach, in the sun…and he forced his eyes not to roam over her body.
However, he could not help but think about the fact that she was very nearly naked, wearing just her bikini top which barely covered her breasts, and her bikini bottoms which covered just half of each ass cheek.
Again he sighed and then stood. He retrieved a fresh towel from their bag and began to move into the sun, on the opposite side of their umbrella from his mom. He needed some distance between them. But she looked up at his stirring and called out to him as he was about to get settled in his new spot. “Babe?”
He responded cautiously, watching her from across the patch of shade. “Yeah?”
His mom had decided that she was going to prove to herself that her prior attraction had indeed been a passing phase, and that she was now rid of the strange anomaly. “Why don’t you come over here?”
John froze in indecision. Why did she want him to do that? But soon his thoughts were on the same path as that of his mom’s. He wanted – no, he needed – to convince himself that he was not some sick pervert. With confidence, he picked up his towel and proceeded back towards the shade.
When he reached the shade, she said, “Leave it.” It took him a moment to realize she was referring to his towel. “Mine’s already wet and there’s no sense in messing two.” She shifted over on her towel, making room for him.
John left his and stepped back out into the sun. Before him lay his mother, her wet hair pushed back and the rest of her body glistening. She was still stretched out on her stomach, but she was up on one elbow, turned slightly to look at him with the side of her head resting on her hand. As hard as he tried, he could not avoid looking at her body. Holy crap, he thought, was she hot. Her skin was a rich tanned color, made more tantalizing by the droplets of water covering it. She was in her late thirties, but she worked out and was in amazing shape. His eyes started at her feet and moved longingly up to her muscular calves, admiring their shape. Next came her finely-toned thighs, and above that, her incredibly tight and curved ass. Her bikini bottom was snug against that ass, leaving little to the imagination. It was especially clingy because it was wet. And further up, past her hips, was the smooth arc of her back, which was further arched now, and twisted slightly, as she looked in his direction. This also caused one of her breasts to become fully visible, resting heavily in her bikini top, teasing him with its fullness as it hung from her chest. When he finally looked at her face, he saw she was smiling. He could not stop himself from smiling back, because he did love his mom. He longed for the innocence of that love, and hoped for its sake that he could resist another longing that was beginning to stir in his crotch.
“Here babe. I made room.” John’s mom had moved to the left, but only a little. The towel was not really that big to begin with, and she had not made an effort to give her son much room. It was part of the test, she told herself.
Gaining confidence from his own self-imposed test, John made as if his tiny spot was plenty large enough. He kneeled on the towel, the side of one knee touching the side of his mom’s knee, and the other touching the edge of the towel. As he lowered himself down, his mom returned to laying fully on her stomach. Beside her, John had also come down on his stomach. He felt the length of his mom’s leg touching his, felt their hips pushing together. He found that there was nowhere to put his left arm. His mom had her arms folded under her head, but her forearm was right next to his head, leaving no room for his own. Eventually he settled with laying it down flat between them. But he was extremely conscious of his arm touching the side of her breast as it rested there.
A massive erection jumped into life in John’s pants, crushing against the sand. He had been a fool to think he would not get aroused by this. His mom was nearly nude, and the sides of their bodies were flush against each other. Lust overwhelmed him and he struggled to keep his breathing steady.
His mom was doing far better. She was fully aware of their bodies touching, especially at the side of her breast, but she was handling it well. Had she known the lust her son was feeling for her, she would not have felt so calm. But she had decided that her son was innocent in all of this, that her actions alone had forced him to become aroused before, and thus it was not difficult to bury her latent desires. She was overcome by a tranquil feeling and soon forgot that her son was even next to her. A short time later, the energy drain from her earlier multiple orgasms finally caught up with her, and she dozed off.
John, meanwhile, spend that time immediately after laying down grinding his hips into the sand, rubbing his erection as surreptitiously as possible. He would shift just a little bit, so as not to disturb his mother, and find himself reward by waves of pleasure coming from his hardened cock. He would enjoy body brushing against her warm skin with each shift. It was his mother that was getting him so hard, but, having failed his test so fast, he was slowly becoming okay with that fact. Simply the fact that she was his mother, that it was so wrong, magnified the attraction.
When he heard her first snore, fireworks began going off in his head. This was his chance! Looking around, he saw far less people still on the beach than before. It was getting later in the day so a lot of people were going home. Gently, he pulled away from his mom and turned to his left, on his side, looking at her. The rise and fall of her back was long and deep, and her snore was audible. She was asleep. Encouraged by that observation, he slowly moved his right hand towards her body, palm up. As gently as he could manage, he let one finger touch the side of her breast. When he pulled it back, he watched the slight depression it had made disappear. And she did not stir.
His erection throbbed, but he forced himself to go slow, wanting to get the most from the experience. Again he moved his hand towards her breast. Now he touched it with all four fingers, watching her reaction, and feeling his cock grow impossibly hard. When again she did not move, he touched his thumb to her breast as well, and squeezed it ever so slightly. This caused her to shift a little, but her breathing was still slow and she was still snoring.
John felt his mom’s breast, truly amazed at what he was doing. Before today he would never have dreamed of such a thing. But now he was touching his own mother’s breast, and in a sexual way. It was thrilling. Unable to restrain himself, he slid his hand fully under the breast. Her bikini top got pushed over as he did it, and his eyes went wide when he realized he was cupping his mom’s bare tit. He felt her nipple in his palm, and it was wonderful. His breath came irregularly now, so overcome was he by desire. His mom continued to snore, oblivious to his touch. And there he remained for a minute or two, his hand tingling as it cupped her breast, his mind reeling at the possibility of her waking up. He knew he should stop, but he could not. His hands would not listen.
Showing more bravado, both due to the fact that he had concluded her sleep was deep, and that he was so aroused he could hardly think, he reached his other hand, his left, towards his mother. He brought it to rest on her lower back, just above the waistband of her bikini, and felt the rise and fall of his mom, from both above and below, as she breathed. Slowly he slid the hand down over her waistband, and, impossibly, down over his mother’s ass. He was touching her breast and her ass! Was this really happening?
At that moment a man passed by near the water, giving them only a cursory glance. John noticed him and felt guilty immediately, and almost withdrew his hands. But then he noticed that the man was not really interested in them. He must have just assumed they were lovers, for such a sight was not uncommon on the beach. Grinning, John returned to his mom, considering what he could do next. His cock was extremely hard, incredibly erect, more than it had ever been, and he longed to push this further.
Slowly he slipped his fingers inside her bikini bottom, extending them ever so slowly across her bare buttock. His fingers reached the crevice of her ass crack, and he dared to go further, letting his middle finger slip slightly into the crack. At that moment his mom stirred, and made a soft noise.. what was it? Oh my god, he thought. It was a moan! He wiggled his fingers against his mom’s tit and was rewarded with another soft moan. Giddy with excitement, he contemplated what was happening. Was she perhaps have an erotic dream, induced by his touch? His suspicion seemed confirmed when she began to grind her breast down against his hand. He waited, and then she began to snore again. Still one hand was under her breast, the other stretched across her smooth ass.
Unable to stand it any longer, he slid towards his mother. He was forced to lay on his arm in order to get close enough, but it was not important. For in the next moment sheer pleasure rocked his body as he touched his cock against his mom, through his bathing suit, against the side of her ass. She did not stir, so he pushed a little harder. His hands moved a little as well, massaging her breast and her ass. He felt her nipple grow hard in his hand, and heard her make another soft noise.
What John did not realize was that noise had been an expression of her surprise. His prodding had awoken her, and she had gasped and opened her eyes when she felt the hands rubbing her body, and something hard against her side. Luckily, her grogginess wore off before she sat up, and she had enough sense to figure out what was going on. Her son thought her asleep, and was taking advantage of her. She squeezed her eyes shut and her pussy immediately become soaking, dripping wet. She could not help but moan, feeling her son rubbing her bare breast and his other hand – oh God, his other hand, it was touching the crack of her ass! And that hard thing pressing on her hip… it was his cock! She came then and moaned, and she felt her son freeze.
One part of John terribly wanted his mom to wake up, wanted to straddle her and fuck her immediately. But another part of him desperately did not want that to happen. When he heard her moan, that part of him won, and he froze. He considered removing his hands, but if she was truly on the verge of waking, that could wake her completely. And so he waited. A few minutes later, her breathing was again heavy and he heard a soft snore. He began rubbing his cock against his mother again, gently, so as not to wake her.
Of course, she was not asleep. Rather she was absolutely loving every minute of it. Her body vividly felt the movements of her son’s hands and cock. Everything he touched – her ass, her tits, her side with his hard shaft – became alive with pleasure. Her baby boy, her babe, had given her so many body-rocking cum-spewing orgasms today, but none compared to those she felt now. They were so amazing, and came so often, that they began to feel like one long nonstop climax. It was everything in her to not cry out. She whimpered some, but she felt the frequency of her son’s cock rubbing against her hip increasing rapidly, and knew he could not stop now. She did her best to act asleep, to not move, but the whimpers could not be stopped. It was incredible that she managed to only do those, for her body had never felt such pleasure. The feel of her son’s cock on her body, of her son’s hands rubbing and touching her breasts and her ass, was far beyond any sensation her body had known in all its 37 years.
John was whimpering as well. He grew dizzy as he pushed his cock into the side of his very own mother’s sensual soft ass. He heard his mom’s whimpers, but assumed she was sleeping because she did not move. Plus there was no way she would be going along with this if she was conscious of what was happening. No, she was interpreting all of his touches in some sort of dream, he decided. That did nothing to reduce his pleasure, though. He was actually touching his mother’s soft tit and ass, and he was about to cum against her body. He worked his finger into his mom’s ass crack and heard her whimper louder. He moved his hips faster, feeling the bottom of his ultra-sensitive cock rubbing into her. Unsatisfied, and on the verge of passing out, he took his hand from her ass and pulled his cock free, then pushed it into this mom’s thigh, dragging the bottom of it up and down her smooth skin. Encouraged by the noises she was making, noises that were growing louder and meeting his impending climax, he moved the tip of his finger closer to her ass hole. He rocked his hips faster and faster, rubbing his cock up and down her side, using his hand to push it into her. Faster and harder, and had anyone noticed them there would have been little doubt as to what was going on. Faster he thrust, harder he rubbed, and just before he felt himself cum he pushed the tip of his finger into his mom’s asshole. He dug it deep inside her ass, up to his second knuckle, and she moaned loudly. In the back of his mind he knew his mom was no longer asleep. That thought made him cum then, made him shoot hot cum all over his mother. It shot down her hip, as well as up and over onto her back. He came again and again, shooting stream after stream. Cum pooled in the crevice of her lower back, and he squeezed her breast hard. She cried out in ecstasy, but to say she merely had an orgasm would be an understatement. She had been cumming consistently for the entire ordeal. Now, she exploded. He cunt literally exploded with juices and hot sticky cum. Her son’s own hot cum splashing against her back drove her absolutely mad, causing more to drip and flow from her own drenched pussy. Yet still she did not move, she could not, she could not face her son. Please God, she thought. Please let him think I am sleeping. It’s so irrational, but this whole thing is irrational, please… just let him think I am asleep.
When they were both finished, each of them breathing hard, John gently extracted his hands from her body. With the lightest touch he toweled off her body, gently soaking up his cum from his mother’s back. He acted as if she were in fact sleeping, but deep down he knew the truth. When he was finished he brought the towel down to the water with him to wash it off.
As John returned he noticed that there were far fewer people on the beach. The sun was getting low over the ocean, and people had been filtering home. However, the waning light did not deter his mom from tanning. He found her stretched out on her back on the towel they had shared, legs out straight and arms along her sides, palms up. An empty bottle of water was beside her, and he realized she had used it to wet herself down. This was not uncommon, but John took note of how transparent her top and bottoms were. Her nipples poked hard through the tiny patches of cloth covering them. They were so visible that it almost looked like she was topless. Her bottoms were transparent as well, and he found he could easily see the lips of her pussy. Had his mom always worn these skimpy bikinis to the beach? She had, he realized, he had just never noticed it before.
Their eyes locked as he approached. John’s mom knew that her son desired her, while John was beginning to believe that she felt the same way towards him. They shared a brief knowing gaze until John looked away. He headed for underneath the umbrella.
“Babe?” She sounded normal, but John could not trust his own voice to sound like that. He just looked at her. “Come here, babe.” He complied, walking over to his mother, his eyes dancing briefly over her breasts and then back to her face. She was squinting against the sun, but she had seen him look at her chest. It turned her on. “Could you go fill the water for me?”
John looked past her at the empty bottle. There was a fountain just up the beach that they used for refills. “Sure mom,” he managed. He stepped around her and bent down to pick up the bottle. His ass was close to her face as he did so. When he turned around, he knew from her mischievous grin on that she had been staring at it.
When he got back his mom stood. Her bikini was still totally transparent, her body still wet. John handed her the bottle and then, suddenly, she was embracing him, her arms wrapped fully around his body. Her breasts crushed against his chest, her hips pushed right up against his. Their bodies were in full contact and John felt his erection begin. His cock grew hard against his mother, but instead of pulling away, she pushed her hips harder into him. She then kissed him on the cheek and whispered into his ear, “Thanks babe.”
His mom turned and bent down to put the water on the sand. She was far too close to him, though, and her ass pressed against his crotch. For the second time this incredible day John felt his hardening cock push against his mother’s ass. She stayed down like that longer than necessary, pretending to be setting the water in its exact place. He noticed that the crack of her ass was visible – bending had stretched her waistband down considerably When she finally stood, he could still see her ass, but she made no attempt to fix it. She was teasing him, he suddenly realized. His own mother was teasing him.
She turned and hugged her son again. This time she did not push her hips into him, for she clearly saw his enormous erection and did not want to go too fast. She did rub her breasts against him, though, and kissed him once more, on the other cheek. When she pulled away his reaction told her that it had worked. He was openly staring at her breasts, where both nipples had just barely teased out of her top, a result of her carefully orchestrated rubs against his body. John had a generous view of the areolas of both of his mom’s breasts. Of course, she pretended not to notice his gaze, instead arching her back, flaunting her tits in a fake stretch.
“Mmmph. It’s starting to get late.” Her pink nipples absorbed all of John’s attention and he barely even heard his mother. She stretched again for him, causing one nipple to come into view. On an impulse John stepped forward and hugged her, pushing that nipple into his bare chest.
“I love you, mom,” he whispered, his voice full of desire. She was surprised, but she gently moved closer, feeling his long shaft, the object of her desire, press between her legs. Suddenly, though, he pulled away, embarrassed, and she realized things were moving too quick for her baby boy. She sat down on the towel, legs open, leaning back on her hands.
“Sit with me, John.” She wanted to keep up their physical contact, but apparently John was not ready to have his cock touch her in so intimate a way. This was her alternative.
He sat between her legs with his back to her, as she indicated. Her inner thighs were touching the outside of his thighs, with his ass was a short distance away from her crotch. She leaned forward and touched John’s shoulders. He jumped at first, but soon relaxed as she gently massaged him. Her hands massaged down his back, all the way down to the top of his swimming suit. She then stopped massaging and began to just touch him. Her fingers slid up and around his sides, making him shiver a little. She scooted closer and her inner thighs came in contact with the sides of her son’s ass. Her gentle caresses continued, down his arms now, making them tingle with pleasure.
Wanting to be closer to his mom, John leaned back. He felt her breasts against his back and then her hands on his front, rubbing his chest. The pretense of a massage was gone now as they both became caught up in the moment. They were both breathing heavily and fast. The tantalizing taboo of incest loomed before them and they were both ready to succumb to it.
She slid her hands down his stomach as he ran his hands up and down her thighs, rubbing his mother’s smooth skin. He scooted his ass back towards her, and she pushed her pussy against the top of his ass, tightening her thighs around him. He gasped when her fingers touched his thighs, pushing his shorts up and rubbing him erotically. She rubbed his thighs hard while taking care not to touch his cock, still fearful she might scare him off.
He was well beyond that point, however. He rubbed his body up and down against his mother, feeling her tits dragging across his back. Her hands continued to caress him lovingly and he returned the favor, rubbing his own hands up and down her legs. His fingers slid down to the side of her thighs now, then all the way up to the side of her ass. She moaned.
“Oh babe,” she gasped.
“Oh mom,” he groaned. Unable to stand it any longer, he turned to face his mother. A couple down the beach had noticed them, but neither John nor his mother cared. Her legs were spread, and she (like him) was breathing heavy with passion, her face flustered. Her bikini top had been pushed up above her breasts as John had rubbed up and down against her, and her large breasts were now fully visible.
He climbed up his mom’s body and lay atop her. They both moaned as their crotches came together, his cock pushing hard against his mother’s soaking wet pussy. He leaned down to kiss her softly on the lips. He had meant only a simple kiss, but it quickly escalated, their tongues thrusting into each other’s mouths in a long and sensual act. John bumped and grinded his hips with his mom, terribly dizzy with mind-bending pleasure. He looked down hungrily at her breasts and she, seeing what he desired, grabbed one breast and lifted it a little, offering it to her son.
John slid his body down a little but made sure his cock was still grinding against his mother, now against her thigh. His cock pushing against his mom felt too amazing for him to ever stop. He licked his lips and looked at her. Her eyes were only half open, but she saw him and nodded as she gasped and moaned. She lifted her breast again, urgently, needing him. John responded, licking his lips once more, and hungrily placing those lips around the top of his mother’s breast. She cried out as he began to suck, wrapping her legs tightly around his body and arching her back, lifting her sensitive breasts up to him. One of his hands rubbed her other breast, but that feeling was nothing compared to having her son feed from her tit. It had always aroused her deep down when he was young, feeding her baby boy, but now doing it in such a blatantly sexual way was almost too much to bear. She felt him suck harder, hungrily. He was sucking so hard that it hurt, but she did not care, moaning in both pleasure and pain. Incredibly she began to feel something deep within her breast. He was sucking so hard that she could actually feel it inside of her tit. The core of her breast tingled with sexual arousal, spreading through her entire body, as a thin stream of milk began flowing from her nipple. It was very minimal, and she did not understand how it had happened, but she hardly cared. Neither did her son. He tasted the milk and it just make him suck that much harder, feeding off his mother’s breast. All she could do was arch her back and try not to pass out from pleasure.
Still their hips ground together, harder now as they both wanted to truly fuck the other. John’s mom had entertained notions that they would be making love, but she knew now it was going to be a hard fuck. And oh god, how she wanted a hard fuck from her son. As he continued to suck her breast she managed to pushed his shorts down. She used her thighs because her hands were clenched too tightly into his back, her fingernails almost drawing blood, for them to be of any use to her. She could not make those hands reach down to take her bikini bottoms off, so she just rammed her pussy against her son’s bare cock in frustration. God did she wanted him inside of her right now.
John finished sucking the residual milk from his mom’s breast and quickly moved over to the other. He, too, wanted to fuck his mother, but first he wanted to suck her other breast dry. He sucked hard and long, licking and biting his mom’s nipple, all the while rubbing his cock against her crotch. Her hands moved down to his bare ass and he moaned.
Then she spanked him. “Ohhhhh bad boy!” she moaned. He paused, coming up from her breasts to look at her face. Her eyes were closed in pleasure but she was grinning. She spanked him again and he gasped loudly. “You’re sooo bad, babe,” she cooed. “Mmm you want to fuck your own mother, yeah baby? Well come on!” She spanked him harder, leaving an imprint on his ass. “Fuck me, babe!!”
It was too much for John. He reached down, pushed his mother’s bikini bottoms around her thighs, and rammed his cock deep into her hot, dripping wet pussy. They both cried out and were oblivious to the few people nearby who could see them. John’s mother screamed in ecstasy as her son’s large, deep shaft pierced into her body. She began rocking her hips hard, fast, squeezing his ass and thrusting into him. John pushed back just as hard, wanting his mom so badly, loving how wrong it was to fuck her, in public no less. But they were both beyond caring about that. They rocked in unison, John ramming down as his mother arched up. Briefly their eyes met and they locked into a deep kiss.
John rolled onto his back as they fucked, wanting to feel his mother straddle him. He wanted her to take control and she did, moving her hips in circles and always ramming up and down against him. John reached up to squeeze her tits and she lowered herself down, allowing him to suck on one and feed from her once more. She wanted to feel his mouth on her tit forever, it just felt so amazing. Most amazing though was that despite all of it neither of them had climaxed yet. It just kept building and building for both of them as they fucked long, deep and hard, and as John continued to feed from this mother. His hands roamed over her body, focusing mostly on her ass, squeezing and spanking it like she had done for him.
John came up for air and suddenly pushed forward, pushing his mom onto her back and resuming control once again. He rocked his cock very hard and very fast now, each motion slamming his giant shaft deep inside his mother. He felt her hot, slick muscles contract and squeeze around his cock as she rocked and thrust back at him. “Oh god mom!” he cried out. The couple nearby looked at one another, amazed, but John and his mom saw none of it. They were reaching their climax together.
Their movements reached a frenzied speed and ferocity. They were reduced to their basic desires, their need to fuck and be fucked, mother and son in flagrant disregard of nature. They were committing incest and loving every pleasure-soaked moment of it. John knew he was about to explode inside his mom and from the wide-eyed look on her face, he knew she was about to explode as well. They moved impossibly hard and desperately fast, aching to please one another and themselves.
“I love you, mom!” John exclaimed.
“Ohh babe I love you too!!” she cried out to her son.
Then it began. Neither of them knew how long it lasted, only that they had never felt anything like it before and would never feel anything like it again. John’s cock throbbed as a massive stream of cum ejaculated deep inside of his mother. His eyes rolled back in his head. At the same time his mother came as well, cumming hard and long, spreading warmth down the length of her baby’s cock. They both came again and again and again, countless times all drawn together into one massive orgasm of incredible power. Truly no one had ever felt as these two did, mother and son with their bodies entangled in lust, their rivers of cum mixing together into torrents of hot stickiness. They each moaned and groaned and even screamed as it went on and on, climax after climax, endless orgasm after endless orgasm.
An unknown time later they were still together. John lay on top of his mom, his cock softening deep within his mother’s cunt. Her legs were wrapped around him. Blood dripped down his back where his mom had inadvertently scratched and clawed at him. They were engaged in another kiss, their faces moving back and forth as they sucked hungrily at one another’s lips. Some nearby beachgoers eyed them strangely, having heard them cry out to one another as mother and son… but in the end, they all came to the conclusion that it had just been some kinky fantasy, for the woman did not look old enough to be the boy’s mother, and it was just too weird to be true.
They lay like that as the sun set over the ocean, John never removing himself from inside of his mother. Neither of them spoke, for they were too embarrassed to face one another without their passion to drown the awkwardness. Some time later, John’s cock grew hard again and their hips began to move once more.