章 1148: LOST BEACH
Three weeks prior to being dumped by my girlfriend, Cindy, I had purchased anon-refundable package for two at the Lost Beach resort on St. Thomas in the US Virgin Islands. I was really looking forward to going on this trip with her – she was a "big boned" girl with lots of soft curves, and she really got me hot, but she was somewhat hesitant in the bedroom. I noticed that she loved to sunbathe, and showed quite a bit of skin when she did – not so shy then. I hoped that the warm, Caribbean sun would bring her out of her shell a little bit. That is, I had hoped that spending most of the day on the beach nearly naked, in a string bikini, would make her warmed up at night. Or in the morning. Lunch time. Anytime.
I think I may have been hoping too hard, and may have pushed just a bit, because she said when we broke up that she couldn't handle my "wilder side," by which she meant my kinky side. I occasionally liked to end our love-making by masturbating on her breasts, or face. I had developed a fondness for light spanking play. And God, did she have an ass for it.
Anyway, there I was, with two tickets, and no partner.
I thought about other women I knew who I could call, but it's awkward to call someone like an ex and ask them to go away to a resort for ten days. It's also awkward to ask someone with whom you don't have that close of a relationship, so that knocked out the women at work, and the red-head with whom I flirt at the grocery store.
My problem was solved for me by a phone call I received, from my mother.
"I can't believe I'm over the hill!" she wailed. Her dramatics were only partly exaggerated. She was turning 43 and not taking it well. Every year since 40 had been more and more trying.
"Relax," I said, "you're not 'over the hill.' You don't even look your age." Which was true – mom had had me at a very young age. I was now 22.
"You're just saying that, Jack," my mom – Brenda – said. But I wasn't. Mom was what I call a 'compact' woman – short, but very curvaceous. Large, round breasts (36D, I checked once while doing her laundry when she was sick), a rounded ass – but not too round – and her skin was very silky and smooth. Green eyes and blonde hair – she was a knockout. My father had left her before I was borne, and she'd raised me as a single parent. She'd had boyfriends, usually some fellow teacher at the community college where she taught art - but never anyone permanent in her life. Since it was 'just the two of us' usually, we'd gotten pretty comfortable around the house together. We had a pool in the back, and when I was a young teen I'd checked her out many times.
Mom went on to say that she was spending another birthday alone, nothing to do, no one to do it with...dinner with me just didn't cut it, I guess....so I made the offer.
"Actually, you've been great to me, mom, and I wanted to thank you somehow. What would you say to ten days at a resort in the Virgin Islands, all expenses paid?" "Oh, I couldn't accept that," she replied.
"You don't have a choice. I already have the tickets. Spring break is coming up, and the dates of the trip fall almost perfectly into that. You deserve this trip, and that's final."
"Oh, I can't believe it," mom gushed. Honestly, I thought she was taken surprised by the offer. I started to feel pretty good about myself, Class Act Son that I am. I told her about the beaches, the restaurants, the amenities like the tennis courts, hot tubs, jet skis, kayaks, and all the rest of it.
"But we will have to share a bedroom, mom – is that OK? Actually, it's what they call a 'semi-suite,' there's a bedroom and a separate living room, and the coach folds out into a bed. I'll sleep there, and you can take the bedroom."
We went back and forth over who would take the bedroom and who would get the couch, and she finally agreed, saying, "You are just the best son ever. This break is exactly what I need. And maybe while we're there you can find a nice island girl. Don't worry, I don't need you to be with me every minute."
I realized mom didn't know Cindy had dumped me because she didn't even know about Cindy. I told her, "I'm not really in the market for meeting someone right now, mom."
"Well, never say never," mom said. "But on the other hand, I am over the hill...." We were back to that again. I distracted her from that subject by reminding her that she had to pack, which reminded her that she had to shop. "I can't go down there with out a new swimsuit, some new beach clothes...some fancy dresses for the evening.."
Shopping....an instant cure-all for many women, I thought to myself. Do they meet secretly at night and take lessons?
That evening I poured a scotch, put on a DVD, and thought about what a good son I was. I also thought about how hot mom had looked when I was a teenager, in her swim suit. (especially her "sun bathing only" two piece). I drained my glass, opened my jeans, unbuttoned my shirt, and wrapped my hand around my warm cock...getting harder by the second. My cock is seven inches, not a monster, but nice...a little thick, cut. I like to start masturbating by squeezing, caressing the head, trailing my fingers up the underside, and back to squeezing....tickling my balls...only when I am really sensitive – the head of my cock gets almost ticklish – do I begin stroking...slowly at first...lying back on the couch, eyes closed...picturing mom's breasts jiggling as she walked around the pool...tan skin against the bright yellow triangle of cloth...stroking fast now...I knew I would come soon...was that a glimpse of a hard nipple under mom's top?...yes...just before I came I gripped myself very tightly at the base of my cock...squeezed...cupped my balls lightly with my other hand, barely touching them but feeling my hand....felt a pin-prick rush to the head of my cock, let go and spurted my cum up... and down, splashing onto my chest and stomach...if I couldn't splash Cindy at least I could splash myself...as I caught my breath I caressed a drop of cum around a nipple...I could feel my nipple respond....aw, well, Cindy...your loss.
Somewhere out there, I thought to myself as I headed for the shower, is a woman who will like it when I stroke my cock for her...The flight to St. Thomas took us through Puerto Rico, and then onto a sea-plane for the trip to St. Thomas. It was exciting, very "Indiana Jones." It took off from the piers, near where the big cruise ships are docked.
As we passed by in the cab from the airport to the sea-plane, mom said, "That's what I'd like someday, kiddo. A long cruise on one of those. Do you know they have all-you-can eat buffets all day long, and an all-chocolate buffet at midnight? Stewards to pamper you..."
"OK," I said, "next year for your birthday, you can have a cruise." Mom slapped me playfully on the arm.
The sea-plane landed in the marina in St. Thomas. We could see several very long yachts, and many sailboats, and we swooped right in among them. We taxied up to the dock and there were two of the staff from the Lost Beach resort to meet us, a man and a woman, in the tropical white uniform shirt and shorts of the resort staff.
"Brenda and Jack Reynolds?" asked the man. "I am Paul, your driver. I will collect your things and place them in our van. Maria here will by your escort to the resort. Welcome to St Thomas and the Lost Beach resort." Paul was strong and muscular and moved past us to get our luggage. Maria smiled at us and welcomed us, and shook our hands.
"How was your flight? she asked. I didn't say anything – I was stunned. Maria was a knock-out. Tall, blonde, tan, very well endowed and I don't believe she was wearing anything under the short-sleeved uniform jacket.
"It was fine," my mom said, shaking her hand. "Don't mind Jack, he'll be alright in a little while. That sea-plane landing is something else."
"Yes," said Maria, "they come in pretty steep, and the marina is full of boats. It can be pretty exciting."
The road to the resort was full of hair-pin turns, almost as exciting as the sea-plane ride, and we finally arrived at the resort. It resembled a Spanish villa with red-tiled roof, archways...it was high up over looking the amazingly blue water.
As we got out of the van, Maria walked with us. "Your luggage will be brought to your room. You have plenty of time for dinner, and there will be a cocktail reception for all the guests this evening."
As we followed Maria into a central courtyard, it seemed the place was a labarinth of hallways leading in all directions. There were no signs, but she knew which direction to go at each turn. We exited a hallway onto an outdoor sidewalk with a stone wall on the beach side.
"Aren't we kind of high up and away from the beach? I thought this was a beach resort," I asked.
"It is," said Maria. Everything you see from here is part of Lost Beach resort. This path winds down to the water in that direction, and this way, " she said, pointing in the direction we were going, "leads to your villa. We have several villas on the property. They each have a slightly different décor, and, while there are no strict rules, you're in the villa usually reserved for couples."
She thinks we're a couple, I thought, as in boyfriend/girlfriend. I had to correct this – and fast – nothing against mom, but I wanted to get to know Maria (and that marvelous cleavage) and I didn't want her thinking I was spoken for...but before I could say anything, mom spoke.
"Tell me about the beaches," she said, and Maria was off into her spiel.
"There are several. The largest is usually the most enjoyed, it has the jet skis and kayaks for exploring the area. There are a few smaller beaches – wait til you see those," Maria's eyes sparkled (and I melted), "there's palm trees swaying in the breeze and the water is so blue...and there's one secluded beach, a little sandy cove, really, that's "Clothing Optional," and all of the beaches are for the exclusive use of our guests."
"Which one is the Lost Beach?" I asked.
Maria smiled - was it my imagination or did she move closer to me – and said, "Lost Beach isn't one of those beaches, it's more of a state of mind. People come here to lose themselves, get away from everything back home...the lost beach is what you make of it."
Maria led us down the sidewalk toward our villa, and I just watched those long, tanned legs, and her very fetching ass under those white shorts, all the way to our room.
Our room was fantastic. On the ground floor, on the corner, so we had two floor-to-ceiling glass walls looking out onto the ocean. There was a small grassy yard, and then the cliffs down to the water. There was a bar, a kitchenette, and the bedroom. Maria said her goodbyes after giving us the tour, and explaining the dress code (nice for dinner, or very fancy for the twice-a-week dinner and dancing party, but casual at all other times. We started settling in.
There first thing, we agreed, was to check out the beaches. I wanted to get out of my travel clothes and into some sun-worshipping clothes, but Mom was unpacking in the bedroom, and so I couldn't change. I was exploring the suite and found a door to the outside, which led to a fenced-in jungle...the area was probably no more than twenty by twenty feet, but a path wound around to a jaccuzi. The fence was high, the jungle plants were lush..I realized I could change here – lots of privacy.
I went back, grabbed my suit, and went back to the benches by the jaccuzi to change. It felt great to be standing there naked in the sun. I stretched and stood there for a bit...thinking of Maria and those tits...couldn't help but caress my cock a bit...then I heard a noise, turned around and...there stood my mom in her bathing suit. A new two-piece she'd bought just for the trip. Scoop neck top, cut high on the thigh, very nice. There was, apparently, a door from the bedroom directly to the Jacuzzi area.
And there I stood, naked with a half-hard cock.
"Oh, my gosh," mom stammered. "oh, I'm sorry Jack." She looked away, turning...but did I see her take another quick peek? "I just wondered where this door went and I –"
"Don't worry," I said, grabbing my swim suit and holding it in front of me. "I'll just...ah..."
"No," mom said, "I'll go back inside..." and mom slipped back into the door. She had to brush aside some banana-plant looking leaves to get to the door.
I felt like an ass.
I went to step into my swim suit and...hmmm...I was now not half-hard, I was hard. I managed to arrange myself in my suit (it felt good to feel my cock in my hand, I may have given myself an extra squeeze or two) and went inside.
Mom came into the living room wearing a robe. "Look what they have in the closet," she said. "and...um. I'm sorry for disturbing you, or –"
"You weren't disturbing me, I was –"
"Or, interrupting you out there.."
"You weren't interrupting," I said, almost blushing. "I was just changing, you were in the bedroom, and I thought it was private out there, and.."
"Well," she said – with a little smile, "I am sorry. I just...ah..."
"Forget it," I said. "let's just go on down to the beach."
"You go, Jack. I'm really not sure I want to walk all the way down there. Dinner's in an hour and I'd have to walk all the way back up....I think I'll just get some sun here," she said, motioning to the yard. "You go on, and explore. You can tell me all about it at dinner."
So, off I went, feeling a little self-concious in my swim suit, because I wasn't used to wearing one. That soon wore off as I noticed everyone wore a swim suit. There were other guests strolling through the villa, or seated in one of the patios, and down on the beach. There must have been over two hundred people, but the place didn't seem crowded because it was so large and spread out. The path down to the water had many unpaved paths leading out of it, into what I still that of as "the jungle," and I thought it would be fun to explore those later. I bet I could get some great shots with my camera; blue sky, bluer water...
I got a rum punch drink handed to me and decided this place was going to be alright. Ten days of sun, sand and excellent service.
I made it back to our suite about a half hour before dinner time. I'd found another path that came up toward our villa and it put me out almost in the little yard area below our big windows. Mom wasn't there, she must have finished sunning herself and gone inside.
I got inside and she wasn't there, but the door to her room was shut. OK, she's changing for dinner. This time, I decided to wait until the bedroom was free to change but I needed the clothes I had changed out of before – I'd left them out in the Jacuzzi jungle. I went outside to get them, walked around the path and came out in the Jacuzzi area – almost. I sensed someone was there and stopped short...and there was mom, stretched out on one of the benches, on her back, legs straddling the bench...topless...and her right hand was rubbing inside her thighs...her left hand gripping her left breast.
Mom was masturbating.
I wasn't shocked, I was elated. I know people masturbate – everyone does it. But this was an unexpected show, and I have a very wide voyeur streak, and as I've said, mom was hot when I was a teen. But, she was still hot. I don't know many women even older than her who wouldn't give a lot to have her body. The body she was caressing and probing right now.
I stepped back around the path – she hadn't seen me. I found a place where I could get a pretty good view through the bushes. Forget a sensuous caress, I lowered my swim suit, and grabbed my cock and started stroking.
I enjoy the feeling when my cock gets hard as I stroke in, and with this show I really got hard fast. Mom's eyes were closed, and the angle I had was mostly sideways, but I could see when she pulled her swim suit aside and I could tell she was inserting fingers into herself. Oh, yes...fuck that cunt...(I also enjoy nasty talk every now and then, and the thrill of seeing mom get herself off really called for it – this was nasty, hot fun.)
My cock was hard...warm skin over taut muscle. I gripped myself tight and stroked...fast. Full length at first, then just the last few inches. I wanted to cum. Soon.
Mom pinched her nipple and tugged at it...I thought it must have hurt she pulled so hard, but then she tugged the other one. Her right hand was plunging between her legs...I pictured her fingers curled inside of her, her palm rubbing a pink clit...oh, god, fuck yes...
Mom didn't say anything, she didn't call out my name or anything like you read about...she barely moaned when she came. Her back slightly arched, one leg came up off the ground, she trembled...then sighed...
That was it. I exploded my load onto the palm fronds or whatever you call those tree leaves. I cupped my left hand in front of my cock and came in it. How I contained my heavy breathing, I don't know, but I wanted to be out of there before there was a noise that gave me away. I raised my hand to my mouth and, watching mom's breasts move as she breathed – slightly panting – god, I wanted to cum on them...I licked my cum from my hand. I silently got myself back inside, and I heard mom go through the outside door into the bedroom. Time to check out the mini-bar, I thought. I need a drink.Dinner that night was uneventful. The food was fantastic, the service was exemplary, but it was just a relaxing meal. We met a lot of people. A few made a very nice impression on me, very funny and attractive folks. I met some women from what I found out was the 'singles villa' who offered to take me sailing.
We had an after-dinner drink on a veranda, watching the sunset. It was postcard perfect.
I looked for Mari but didn't see here, and when mom said she was tired from the long day of travel, I said I was too, and we head back to our villa.
The path was lit, but not brightly. It was still very dark. Mom stumbled just a bit and I reached out and offered her my hand, and she took it. The hand I had recently cum in...
We met another couple heading down toward the beach, and they smiled as they went by, and then we heard laughter as they moved further down the path away from us. Heading for a frolic on the night-time beach, no doubt.
There was some residual awkwardness between us – from when mom had caught me naked when I was changing. Odd that there was no awkwardness about us masturbating ourselves, but she didn't know about that. She said goodnight, and I pulled the couch out into a bed and read for a while, then drifted comfortably to sleep.
In the morning, mom headed off toward the beach, wearing her robe over her suit, with a beach-bag full of trashy novels and sunscreen. We agreed to meet up at lunch time and compare notes.
I lounged on the couch/bed and then finally got up, and went to take a shower. This was the first I had seen the bathroom in our suite. I really don't like it when bathrooms are larger and nicer than my apartment. Black tile walls, mirrors everywhere. Slate floor, and the shower area – there were water massage jets on the wall – eight of them – and two hand-held shower massage heads. This wasn't a shower, it was a dream.
I got the water hot, soaped up, and resisted the urge to stroke my cock. God, I wanted to...I wanted to think about mom finger-fucking herself...think about cumming across her breasts... "Close your eyes and open your mouth," I said in my day-dream...
I checked the resort shuttle schedule and went into town and visited the tourist shops. In a flea market in a parking lot nearby I bought a gold chain bracelet. It would look better on my wrist when I got some more sun, I thought.
Mom wasn't alone when I returned. There was a younger couple – well, younger than mom, older than me – early thirties. He was tall, and well-built, heavy but not like a linebacker. She was a very attractive brunette, her hair was past her shoulders, and her bikini left nothing to the imagination. Tight thighs, very round breasts...I got the impression they were both very athletic.
"You must be Jack," he said, crossing the room and extending his hand. "I'm Jerry, and this is Tina."
Tina walked across the room, almost a sultry stride, and took my hand and said 'hello' in a husky voice. That's it, I thought, I'm getting hard. Right here in front of strangers.
"I met them down on the beach, Jack. They're going to join us for lunch. They've been telling me all about the resort – did you know you can order room service? They brought us swordfish steaks and pineapple and –" she was going a mile a minute.
Mom was wearing her black two-piece, so I didn't feel out of place in my suit. Tina sat on the couch and I sat on the chair next to it, as Jerry played bartender. He made frozen margaritas...I guess the makings were delivered with the swordfish. I'm gone two hours and my mom has figured all the angles on the resort.
"Come over here, don't sit way over there," said Tina. I felt a little uneasy but there was nothing wrong with her invitation. Why was I so self-conscious? Was it because everyone in the room was practically naked?
Tina talked about how much they loved the resort; they had been coming there for several years. Mom was rattling off the discoveries she'd found about the place – how had she had time to go to the beach with all these new things and places she'd learned about?
Jerry offered mom a drink and said, "Another one, Brenda?" I guess I had some catching up to do. He served the drinks and then sat on the arm of the sofa over Tina and put his arm around her. We all toasted with our margaritas, "to the islands!" I love the salty taste.
We ate lunch at the dining table by the glass wall, looking out over the ocean. From this vantage point we could see sailboats, and one of the big cruise liners in the distance.
"That's what I'm going to do," said mom, smiling. "Take one of those luxury cruises on one of those big ships."
"If you want to take a fun cruise, Brenda," said Tina, "try the Wind Free line."
"I don't think I've heard of them," mom said.
"They're a small ship line, answered Jerry. "Sailing ships, actually."
"They only take about 30 people," added Tina. "It's very casual."
"Like a barefoot cruise?" I asked.
"More like a bare cruise," said Tina, crinkling her nose in a smile. She sipped her drink. "Very casual and...hedonistic."
"You two would probably like it," Jerry added. "Especially if you like it here."
I was about to let them know that 'Brenda' was my mom when she got up and said, "Who wants dessert?" Did she not want them to know? Maybe she was feeling good that they had assumed she wasn't a 'mom,' but were accepting her as just another woman? I don't know. I didn't want to psycho-analyze on one margarita.
We ate our dessert (a very decadent chocolate fudge brownie topped with banana ice cream) and talked about home, jobs, and Tina and Jerry told us all about the resort, some of the 'go-to' staff for special favors, etc.
Out of the blue, mom said, "Tell me more about this Wind Free cruise ship. What do you do all day?"
"Sleep, mostly," said Tina. Now she was practically beaming.
"Everyone usually sleeps late, and gets up mid-day," said Jerry. "They're usually up late. Beach picnics and luaus for dinner or skin-diving for lobster..."
"Skin diving indeed," said Tina, smiling at me. I was picturing a boat full of naked people fucking.
Mom got up and went for another drink. "All gone," she said, turning the margarita pitcher upside down. She got to the bar, grabbed a shot glass, poured a shot of tequila and downed it. She turned around and smiled at us, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. She wasn't drunk; she wasn't even tipsy...was she? But she was definitely feeling happy.
We moved back into the living room, mom and I on the couch, and Tina in the over-stuffed chair, and Jerry again sitting on the arm of the chair, leaning over Tina a bit.
Tina kept talking about the trips she and Jerry had taken on the sailboat.
"They cater to you, of course," she said, "but more than that. They indulge you."
"They indulge us pretty well around here," I said, meaning the resort.
"No. I mean they...encourage you," said Tina. Jerry was smiling, playing with Tina's hair.
"How so?" asked mom. She had her feet tucked up under her on the couch. She looked at me and asked, "Would you bring me another drink?"
I wanted to ask if she should have another, but she wasn't drunk, no slurred speech, no trouble keeping up with the conversation – and where was this conversation going? – and, she was on vacation.
"Me, too," said Jerry. "Tequila shots for everyone!"
"Oh, yeah," added Tina. "Time to let go!"
OK, we're in 'the islands,' on vacation, why not. I got a tray with shot glasses, the bottle of tequila, and some cut limes.
We each took a shot of tequila, and I put the lime in one hand and bit it, and chased it with the shot. It felt great going down.
"Encouraged you...what do you mean?" asked mom, getting back to the sail boat cruise.
"I like body shots," said Tina. She tapped Jerry's leg and said, "Come on. Up here." She patted the arm of the chair Jerry wasn't sitting on. She wasn't answering mom's question, or was she?
Jerry turned and laid down, shoulders on one padded arm of the chair, the back of his thighs on the other, legs down the side. Jerry's stomach and chest were in front of her like a table. She raised herself up a little bit, and then squeezed the lime onto his body, starting at his chest but ending on his lower belly, where it pooled a bit.
She slowly poured the tequila shot out, from his chest to his belly, and, in one move, she slurped down his chest, sucking up the liquid (that which didn't spill over in rivulets) and spent a long moment tonguing the lowest part of his belly above his swim suit. She released her mouth with a loud 'smack' sound. Jerry smiled, and leaned up. Tina took Jerry shot and downed it; she leaned down and Jerry leaned up and their mouths met and she trickled the tequila into his mouth.
I sat there, semi-stunned.
Jerry propped himself up a bit on his elbows, but didn't get up; he was still stretched across Tina's lap, his belly wet and glistening.
"I'm a show-off," said Tina. "I like to....show off. For people."
Hmmm, I thought. Maybe she had answered mom. I had my answer. I was getting hard. I needed to arrange my cock in my trunks but wasn't about to do so at this particular moment.
"Ok," mom said, as if she had arrived at a conclusion, "my turn." She picked up her shot and looked...at me. Awkward moment.
"Take the shot glass, Jack," said Tina. Mom handed it to me and I just took it.
Tina told mom to move next to me. "Look up a bit, Jack, and put the shot glass in your mouth, by the bottom..." How do you hold a shot glass in your mouth, I wondered? But I tried. "Now tip your mouth down, keep the glass in your mouth, and let the shot pour into Brenda's mouth."
This was kinky enough that I liked it.
I slowly tipped my head down, but I was about to spill and mom got up on her knees a bit and...there it was...her mouth, open, and moving toward mine...to keep balance she had to wrap her arms around my shoulders and kind of guide me in...
The tequila poured into her mouth. The shot glass was inside my mouth and I swear she tongued it.
Most went into her open mouth but enough dribbled to make her laugh. Tina and Jerry laughed, and finally, so did I, while I apologized. Mom wiped her face with her hands and kept laughing. Finally she patted me on the thigh, and said "That's OK," and sat up, now very close to me.
Jerry was sitting up now, but still stretch across the front of Tina. She was openly rubbing his crotch. Jerry was enjoying this. Even though his dark suit I could see his cock was hard. She had been rubbing him all the time I was giving mom her 'kiss shot.'
Mom was absolutely silent. Her body was pressed against mine.
"Want to see some more showing off?" asked Tina. No one answered. She reached behind her, and undid her top, and flung it aside. Her nipples were taut. She had beautiful breasts, and I was thinking about tit-fucking when I felt my mom adjust her sitting position next to me on the couch.
"There," said Tina. "That's better." Jerry was sitting on the arm of the chair again. "I think we should all get comfortable. Don't you, Brenda?"
"Um...yes," said my mom. She reached behind her and unclasped her top and off it came. There were those magnificent tits. I tried not to stare. What else could I look at? Tina's tits? I didn't care. I could feel my hard cock pressing against my thigh and my swim suit.
"Jerry's a show-off too," said Tina. "But I'm more of an...exhibitionist." Jerry stood up next to the chair and she pulled Jerry's swim suit down a bit and out came his cock...it was very big...nine inches at least. And hard. He dropped his swim suit and kicked it off his foot. He was well-built. Muscled chest and back, strong legs...and no tan lines. Rock hard ass.
Mom gasped and I felt her hand tighten around my arm as Tina looked at us and stroked it. And Tina lowered her mouth over Jerry's cock.
I am sitting there, my own cock as hard as can be, watching a woman – a very attractive woman – suck a beautiful, hard cock – with my mom sitting, pressed up against me.
Tina released Jerry's cock – now wet with her spit – from her mouth. As she rubbed it on her face, she said, "I love cock. Don't you, Brenda?" and she kept her eyes locked on my mom's face and bobbed up and down on Jerry's wet dick.
No one said anything, there was just the slurping sounds from Tina's mouth. I didn't dare look at my mom, but she hadn't said anything to stop this. I wasn't going to either, the show was so hot.
Mom's one hand was gripped my arm, the other now gripping my thigh, just inches from my own hard cock. We both subtly adjusted on the couch and...god, was that her breast against my arm? Was her nipple hard?
Tina reached out and took Jerry's cock into her fist, and stuck out her tongue. She swirled it around he head, down the underside, flicking it. Jerry rested his hands in her hair, pulling it up and away, so we could have an unrestricted view of this beautiful woman sucking cock.
Her hand slid up his thigh and Jerry parted his legs just a bit, and she cupped and caressed his balls. She sucked on the head of his cock with she stroked it with her other hand. She pulled her mouth away and a string of spit stayed connected for a moment.
Tina looked right at us as she stroked Jerry...hard. Jerry was looking at my mom's breasts.
I couldn't hide my hard-on any longer; I shifted on the couch and my cock sprang a tent in my trunks. Mom noticed, but she didn't move her hand. She held my arm tighter, if anything.
"Jack likes this, don't you Jack? Tina asked. Without thinking I answered, "Oh, yes."
Tina started stroking Jerry faster...Jerry's ass clenched...he was close. Tina started talking, "C'mon baby...cum for me. Cum for everybody..."
Tina opened her mouth in front of her flying fist; Jerry balanced, trembling, hands on Tina's head...and grunted. Tina plunged her mouth over the slick cock (and I felt a pang of regret, I wanted to see Jerry spurt all over her face).
She milked Jerry's cock, sucked it, now half-hard, wet, sticky. Rubbing it on her lips.
"Did you like our little show?" asked Tina. "Your turn, guys," she said, getting up and coming over toward us. We didn't move, we were very still...we didn't resist, either.
Tina knelt on the floor in front of me, and grabbed my cock through my swimming trunks. Mom didn't move, she just watched Tina's hand...and my cock.
Jerry moved and sat down on the end of the couch, his thigh against mom's, his hands caressing her.
They thought we were an adventurous couple, they didn't know we were mother and son.
"Show us what you do with this cock, Brenda," said Tina, as she tugged my trunks down...and I raised my hips and off they slid. I was naked, with a throbbing hard-on, with my topless mother leaning in to me...
"Don't be shy," said Tina, and she took her hand off my cock, took my mom's hand and moved it over into my lap.
I almost came when my mom touched my cock. I was sure I would come when Tina wrapped her fingers around me and helped her stroke. When Tina moved her hand away, mom kept slowly stroking.
Jerry reached and cupped one of mom's breasts in his hand, rolling the nipple. Leaning into her, she leaned more into me, and down...
She stopped stroking my cock, and he head lowered, and ...oh, god, yes, I felt mom's breath on my cock and then...her mouth enveloped me. She moaned. He head moved slowly up and down, her tongue soft and slow, and as she dipped down again, taking me into her mouth deeper, she sucked.
I felt it building inside me, from my hips, from my gut. I was going to cum.
Tina rose up, and placed her mouth over my nipple and lightly bit. That was it...almost put me over the edge right there. But then she whispered in my ear, so that only I could hear, "Doesn't your mother suck cock like a slut?"
I came. I grabbed mom's hair and held on, thrusting my hips up, getting my cock as deep in her mouth as I could and wave after electric wave of orgasm swept over me. I felt ropes of cum spurt from my cockhead and into my mother's mouth and she – hungrily – sucked all the harder. Yes, I wanted this...to cum in my mother's mouth. I held her hair tighter until my spasms faded. I let go, and she slurped cum from my cock, seeking each lingering blob of cum.
Gasping, I relaxed. My cock plopped from mom's mouth and she rested her head on my thigh and said, "Oh, God..."
Tina smiled sneakily and Jerry renewed his massaging of mom's ass, moving his strong hands inside her thighs from behind.
Tina lifted mom's head gently, and kissed her wet cheek...then stuck out her tongue and mom turned her head and took it in her mouth. The kissed deeply for a moment, then broke apart.
And I remembered what Tina had said, "Doesn't your mother suck cock like a slut?" 'My mother'....uh oh.And I remembered what Tina had said, "Doesn't your mother suck cock like a slut?" 'My mother'....uh oh..."
I was stunned, my heart racing as much from my orgasm as from being found out – but how had she found out? How could I explain this away? I didn't have a chance to – Tina moved down in front of the couch, and wrapped my mom in her arms.
Mom was still semi-curled up on the couch, her head in my lap, not looking at me. Jerry's hands were caressing and probing her ass, and between her thighs.
Tina said, "Brenda, do you want to be fucked?"
"Yes," mom said, not quiet, but not wantonly, either.
"Jerry has a nice cock," Tina said, "and you're going to love it. Do you want to make Jerry's cock hard again so he can fuck you?"
"Yes," mom repeated.
Jerry, I could see, was half-hard already. He'd just come a few minutes ago, but his cock was actually pulsing."
"You now what makes Jerry hot? What makes him hard?" Tina asked. Then she looked at me and I swear she smiled when she said, "Tell him what you want. Tell him to fuck you."
Mom raised her head and looked at Tina and back at Jerry, and said, "Make love to me."
"No, Brenda...uh-uh..." said Tina, "tell him to fuck you." She emphasized the 'fuck.'
Jerry was working his fingers inside of her. I could hear the slick sounds. My god, I had just cum in my mother's mouth and this was getting me hard all over again as well.
"Fuck me," said mom.
"Whit what?" asked Tina, teasing mom's nipples.
"With your big cock."
"Yeah? That what you want?"
"Yes," said mom, turning face-down on the couch, raising her ass on her knees and resting her shoulders and head in my lap. She looked up at me as if to say, 'I need this baby." At least – that's what I imagined her look to say, because that's what got me harder. Mom the hot slut. OK, maybe not so slutty, but she wanted to be fucked. Jerry got up on his knees behind her, put one hand on each of her hips, and eased his mostly-hard cock into her...she was so wet he slid in, and mom let out an almost imperceptible gasp.
Tina's eyes glowed as she leaned back a little to watch; Jerry slowly fucked my mom. Very slowly in, very deep, that fat nine-inch cock. Mom's nails lightly clutched my thigh...
Tina leaned further back and spread her legs. She was almost clean shaven, just a little straight strip...and she started to masturbate, running a slick finger up and down – tensely – through her folds and against her clit.
"Brenda, don't you like his cock?" asked Tina. Again, her eyes were locked on mine. And stayed on me.
"God...yes," mom said.
"Then tell him. Tell him what you want. We want to hear you."
"I want your cock," mom said. "I need this....fuck me....fuck me..."
Jerry quickened his pace just a bit. Now mom's ass jiggled just a bit when he rammed deep. He grabbed her hips a little tighter.
"Yes, fuck me like that," said mom. There was a tone of lust in her voice, no two ways about it.
That was it, I was getting hard...mom noticed and wrapped her hand around my cock and just squeezed. She didn't stroke it, she just squeezed as Jerry slowly increased his pace from fast-fuck to almost-pounding.
Jerry's eyes were closed, head back...Tina was watching me, and crudely finger-fucking herself...I could feel the rhythm of Jerry's thrusts because it rocked mom and she had such a tight grip on my cock. I wished I could see Jerry's cock actually going in and out of her... Here I was, naked, hard, watching a gorgeous woman masturbate in front of me while my mom (my mom!) was being fucked right in my lap, and I was thinking about – a cock.
It takes all kinds.
Jerry really quickened his pace and his force – he was slamming into mom's ass with each thrust.
"Do you feel it, Brenda?" asked Tina. "Do you feel his cock?"
"God yes!" said mom. "Fuck me! Oh, god...fuck me!"
I slid my right hand under mom a bit and grabbed her left tit. Her nipple was rock hard.
"Squeeze me," she said, without even looking up. "Squeeze my tit."
And so I did. I clutched hard, and mom said "yes!" and I clutched harder, and she said "yes!" harder. She raised her head a bit, her neck and shoulders taut, her moth open, panting and...
Jerry slapped her ass, hard.
"Yes!" cried mom. Jerry slapped again. And again.
Tina was now thrusting her pelvis to meet her hand; she was lost in the lust of watching the scene she had directed play out.
And mom came. A high-pitched grunt...again...just quivering with tension and with a loud "oh!" just collapsed.
Tina was panting and evidently had reached orgasm – quietly, but intensely.
When mom collapsed Jerry's cock was fully hard, and sticky wet, and I was sitting there, hard, and mom still had my cock squeezed in her fist.
Tina was the first to move, and she said, "Come on, Jerry – I'm sure these two have lots to talk about. Why don't the three of us –"she said as she grabbed his hard cock – "go find out what you want?"
Jerry got up, a little reluctantly, and they scooped up their clothes. Jerry was still panting from the exertion, but Tina leaned in and kissed me on the forehead, and said, "We'll see you two lovebirds later."
And they left. They left me in a state of incredible horniness and incredible shock – my mom had just sucked me off, and gotten ass-slappin' fucked. And she'd kissed Tina! I couldn't remember the name of the girl I came to Lost Beach to forget. I wanted to cum, to laugh...but mostly, to cum.
Mom sat up, letting go of my cock, and instead of being shy and awkward she was matter-of-fact. She touched my hair with one hand and said, "So now you know."
"Know what?"
"That I'm normal, that I have a...a dark side, that I.." she was looking for words.
I couldn't believe how bold I was; I asked, "That you like sex?" "Yes," said mom. "You know I don't date often, but I still have...desires. And back home, this would be...well, it would cause a great deal of difficulty. But here," she said, sitting closer and leaning into my chest, "they think we're a couple. They think we're a man and his lady friend. Here e can be what they all think we are."
She looked at me and said, "We can be what we want to be, but only here."
I was amazed. I was the luckiest bastard on the planet. Mom was very fuckable, and now she was telling me it was ok. That we were going to fuck. I was thinking...
"Is that a problem?" she asked.
"No, no – that's great. I love you mom, and you're...very sexy. You're hot. And I'm –"
"My sexy man. Until we go home, we're just Brenda and Jack. Having an adventure."
What I had been thinking about was, we're not what everyone thought we were...Tina knew what we were. I don't know how, maybe she guessed, but she knew I had sex with my mom, had watched her having sex, and Tina also knew that I had enjoyed it. Immensely.
"OK," mom said, "nap time. That tequila really hit me. Then it's a shower, "she said, snuggling up to me, "and then I'll show you my new beach outfit, and maybe we'll go down to the water before dinner."
I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to stroke my cock in her face and splash her face, her tits. I wanted to spank her ass while she sucked me. Instead I slid down, entwined my body with hers, and lay there while she slept.I woke up from my nap to find my mom caressing my chest and fondling my cock and balls.
I was very content...content to be pretending that my mom was my (older) girlfriend, content that she was OK with this, the sun was shining, the waves were hitting the beach below, strangers invited themselves to have sex with us...content? Damn I was thrilled.
Tina walked in through the sliding glass doors, wearing a bright, blue bikini top and a matching floral print wrap-around skirt.
"I hate to disturb you two," said Tina, "but Patti would like to see you, Brenda."
Mom sat up -- her comfort with her nakedness was actually a turn on. "Patti?" she asked.
"The resort manager," replied Tina. "Don't worry, I'm sure it's nothing serious. She just asked me to ask you to come over to her office. It's right off the main lobby. Just ask at the front desk if you can't find it."
"Well, OK, I guess I better put something on," and mom went into her room.
"And don't give poor Jack here a second thought," called Tina. "I'm sure I can keep him entertained while you're gone."
Did mom hear that? Was she jealous? I wanted her to be...
Tina sat next to me on the couch. I was naked, semi-hard, and as mentioned, content.
Mom came out of the bedroom in a bikini. Well, almost a bikini -- it was incredibly small. Bright yellow triangles covered her nipples and her breasts jiggled when she walked. The thong came high up her thigh and dived down into her ass and oh-my-god that was hot. She didn't have the body of a 22 year old but she had an air of confidence that was genuinely sexy. Over her arm was a sheer wrap, which she put on over her shoulders. She leaned on the bar and slipped high-heeled sandals on...I noticed for the first time that her toenails were painted...oh, god she was hot.
She came over to me, tilted my head back and kissed me on the lips, her breast rubbing my face and neck. "OK, baby -- I'll be right back."
I really liked watching her walk away from me.
"She's very sexy," said Tina. "I can see why you're attracted."
Oh, yes -- Tina knew 'our secret.' But how?
"I know what you're thinking," she said, shifting closer to me. "You want to know how I know that Brenda-" -and she moved very close now, almost whispering in my ear- "is your mom."
Tina wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the base of my cock, her other fingers caressing my balls.
"You want to know how I know that the woman who makes you hot -- the woman who makes you stroke your cock outside by the Jacuzzi -- yes, I saw you -- the woman who sucked your cock earlier today...is your mother."
My cock was rock hard. Tina slowly stroked me as she continued.
"Don't worry -- your secret is safe with me. But I saw you. And I saw her. Our place is above yours and if you stand in the right spot you can look down into your patio outside. I can tell a lot about people, just by watching them."
She cupped my balls and just barely moved her hand, tickling the hair...
"I can tell what people are like; I can even tell what they want. I know things about people even they don't know."
I leaned my head back as she resumed stroking and leaned down. I could feel her breath, warm, on my cock. I could feel her tongue just barely brushing the head. She teased me this way for several, long minutes before finally taking my cock in her mouth. All the while, she kept a tight grip around the base of my cock.
I opened my eyes and felt, more than saw, a presence next to me. Well, behind me, really. A large, hard cock. Inches from my face; Jerry had come in and was standing behind me, leaning forward over the couch just enough to out his throbbing cock almost against my cheek. Swollen head, pink ridge...throbbing vein along the shaft...
I looked at Tina. Her eyes were on mine. She licked my cock with a wet, open mouth, glanced once at Jerry's hard cock and then looked back into my eyes, intensely.
"Go ahead," she said, "I know you want to."
***
(My mother told me later about her visit to the resort manager, Patti.)
She walked across the tile floor of the lobby, her heels clacking, and knew that eyes were on her, checking her out. Maria was at the front desk and she smiled when mom walked up, asking for Patti's office. Mom remembered her from when she showed us around upon our arrival at Lost Beach resort. She was still in her 'official' uniform, the white jacket (low-cut) and looked very attractive, with the white cloth contrasting against her tan skin. Also, she had those wonderful curves. Maria pointed out a door in a corner, almost hidden behind a column.
Mom went in, expecting to find a business office, but it was a large suite, with an office area, a bar, and several overstuffed chairs near the floor-to-ceiling glass walls overlooking the ocean.
Patti walked in from another room, and didn't seem surprised at all to find mom standing there.
"Brenda," she said, smiling and extending her hand, "I'm so glad you're here." Patti was, mom thought, young to be the manager of such a large resort, maybe mid-twenties? Her long hair was pulled tight into a bun in the back; she wore glasses, a white silk blouse unbuttoned almost below her breasts, a long, black lace skirt. She moved with a casual grace.
"Well," said mom, "thank you for inviting me. But --"
"Why don't we have a seat, so we can be comfortable while we talk?" asked Patti. She motioned mom over to a chair near the window. "Would you like something to drink?"
"No, thank you."
Patti sat in the chair next to moms, which was almost facing it. A short distance separated them, but they were close enough to converse.
Mom was startled when Patti said, bluntly, "I know about you and Jack."
"Know about-"
"This is a very liberal resort. We take pride in offering an accepting environment, we have clothing-optional beaches, and we tend to look the other way when people want to be...intimate. As long as they are discrete."
Mom went fire-red with embarrassment.
Patti continued, "We embrace alternate lifestyles. But --" -- and she leaned forward, looking into mom's eyes, and mom was catching a glimpse of Patti's tanned breasts under the unbuttoned white silk -- "a mother who has sex with her son? I'm afraid that might cause concern among our other guests, if they were to learn of it."
Patti leaned back -- way back in the chair, her cleavage fully exposed.
Mom was torn between wanting to melt into the floor, or become defiant.
"Jack and I...love each other, and --"
"Personally, Brenda, I don't have an issue. I am thinking more about my other guests, and this business for which I am responsible." "Well, I- that is, we --"
"Also," said Patti, "I wanted to get a look at you. I wanted to see what you looked like. A mother who sucks her son...you are quite attractive. You're old enough to be my mother, for that matter."
Patti paused, trailing a finger tip up her thigh, over the black lace skirt.
"I'm not going to ask you to leave or anything like that. But we have to keep a lid on this. I'll need you to do a couple of things for me."
"Oh, of course, yes...what did you-"
"Crawl over her and suck my tits," said Patti.
"What?"
"You heard me." Patti opened her blouse and exposed her breasts. Her nipples were just beginning to pucker. "You want to remain here for the rest of your vacation, you want to avoid any...official entanglements...I want you to crawl to me. Take off your wrap and crawl over here and suck my tits."
Mom was stunned. Not just by the threat but by the desire she had to do what this young girl ordered.
She slipped her arms out of the sleeves of her wrap and slowly slid down to the floor. He face was red, she knew, with shame and...lust.
"That's it. A dirty mommy slut. Crawl over here, mommy." Patti was caressing her breasts.
As mom slowly crawled, awkwardly at first, Patti pinched and rolled her nipples.
"Mommy...c'mon...."
***
"Go ahead," Tina said, "I know you want to." And I did.
I rolled just a bit to my left, reached up with my right hand and wrapped it around Jerry's hard cock. It was warm, soft skin but so hard underneath.
"That's it," said Tina. "Suck it. Suck that cock, Jack." Her eyes were gleaming.
I opened my mouth and...yes! That first feeling of a hot cock on my tongue. Feeling Tina stroke me slowly while she watched me. I tried licking the length, the underside, but what made me hot was taking as much of it into my mouth as I could, back to my throat, then slowly sliding up...and slowly sliding down. Jerry liked it, I guess -- he moaned.
I tried to reach around and grab Jerry's hips, to draw him deeper into my mouth. With him leaning over the couch it wasn't easy...I backed off his cock and rose up on my knees, facing him, and plunged back onto his burning rod.
My head bobbed -- sucking as hard as I could. I grabbed and kneaded his ass. I nibbled the cock-head and grazed it with my teeth. Then went back to face-fucking him.
Jerry put his hands on my head and began thrusting his hips to meet my rhythm.
I don't know what Tina was doing; she had backed away from me a bit. I pictured her, again, fingering herself, as she watched me suck my first cock. As she watched me want this cock.
***
"Mommy...c'mon...." Patti said, "Come suck these."
Mom crawled -- and with each movement became smoother, less awkward, more like a slut-cat. She crawled up Patti's lap...her face so close to Patti's thighs she could smell her. And then slowly opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue and touched it to the underside of Patti's left breast.
Patti threw her head back, "Mmm, yes, mommy..." and grabbed mom's head and pulled it hard into her tit. "Bite it. Bite it hard."
Mom nibbled her teeth across the stiff nipple.
"Harder!" said Patti. "Bite my tits, mommy-bitch. Bite hard."
Mom bit...and kept biting, little nips with her teeth, while Patti kept pulling mom's head into her tits and moaning, "harder...bite my tits harder..."
Mom bits so hard she thought she would draw blood.
"Oh yes, mommy! Oh yes!" Patti was enthralled. Mom thought that Patti had just had a little orgasm.
Patti grabbed a handful of mom's hair and lifted her face to here and kissed her, wet and hard. She slid her tongue into mom's mouth and after just a short while she went from tense to gentle and sensuous.
She whispered in mom's ear, "Mommy...touch me..." and leaned back in her chair. By now, mom knew what Patti wanted, and how she wanted it. She leaned back on her knees and pulled Patti's lace skirt up, slowly.
"Is this what you want, baby?"
"Oh, yes, mommy...eat me...suck my clit mommy..."
Mom didn't think about starting softly, teasingly nibbling up Patti's thigh. She dove straight in, her tongue extended and hard. She attacked Patti's cunt.
Patti went wild. "Yes, mommy! Oh, mommy!"
Mom wrapped her lips over Patti's round, swollen clit and sucked, hard. Patti's whole body tensed and rolled. Mom bit -- hard.
"God! Yes!" Patti was clenching her thighs tight against mom's face.
"You like that baby? Want mommy to make you cum?" mom asked. She didn't wait for the answer, she knew what it was.
"Oh, god, mommy yes. Make me cum, mommy. Eat my cum."
Patti thrashed under mom...and mom sucked, lick, bit...she grabbed Patti's hips to hold on, so hard her fingernails dug into Patti's skin.
Patti tensed and came, hard. "Oh mommy-mommy-mommy-yes!"
***
I wrapped my hand around the base of Jerry's cock and began stroking, squeezing tightly, my hand moving fast and confidently -- I'd had enough practice stroking my own cock. While I stroked, I sucked and licked, bobbing my head almost as fast as my hand moved. Jerry tensed his ass.
Tina moved closer now, whispering in my ear. "That's it, Jack. Make him cum. Jerry loves to cum. You'll love it when he floods your mouth. You know what makes him hot? Tell him what you want. Tell him you want him to cum."
I stroked Jerry's cock, looked up at him and said, "I want you to cum. I want you to cum in my mouth," and I resumed my jackhammer on his cock.
Jerry held my head, but not tightly. He let me suck and stroke...my fingers dug into his ass and he had his ass and thighs clenched tight. He would cum soon...
"You love sucking his cock, don't you Jack?" asked Tina. She wasn't whispering now. She was propped up on the couch, one arm wrapped behind Jerry, caressing his ass, her other hand squeezing her breasts. She was really into this moment, talking louder.
"Oh, yeah, suck it. Suck my brother's cock."
Yes, I'd heard her say it -- 'my brother' -- but I didn't slow down, not for a second. I was too into this cock, pulsing in my mouth, hard under my hand, stroking him, sucking him. 'My brother'? That just made me hotter.
"Save some for me, Jack. Don't swallow it all. C'mon, Jerry -- c'mon -- give it to him. Give him what he wants. Cum, baby."
And with a few more moments under my hand and mouth, he did. Ropes of cum firing inside my mouth and down my throat. I sucked harder, stroked him harder --I wanted this.
Tina pulled me back, I almost gasped...Jerry's hard, glistening cock still seeping cum...and she locked her mouth over mine. I let her tongue inside my mouth and she sucked her brother's cum. I love cum-kisses -- it's what my old girlfriend would never do -- but this was the reverse, I was kissing the cum into a woman's mouth. I enjoyed it. I grabbed Tina's hair and fucked her mouth with my tongue. She sucked in response. I pulled back just a little bit and spit the last cum into her open mouth.
She turned her head and took Jerry's cock into her mouth, slowly rolling her lips and tongue over it.
I leaned down on the couch, and realized I was rock hard. After a few moments, Tina smiled and said, "I expect you could use some attention now."
God, yes, I wanted to explode. I wanted Tina to suck me, fuck me...instead she said, her eyes afire, "I know what we should do...let's go find your mom."
***
Mom leaned back on the floor, her face wet, lipstick smeared, while Patti caught her breath. Finally Patti said, "I knew I was right about you."
"How do you mean?" mom asked, although she was more interested in letting this young woman fuck her.
"You have a special something," Patti said, buttoning her blouse. "I'm glad you're here; I'm glad you're staying for the rest of your vacation. There's only one thing to do now," she said, standing and extending her hand down to mom.
"What's that?" mom said, taking her hand and standing up.
"To find your son, of course."We slipped on our bathing suits -- I was so hard, and it was obvious.
"Don't worry," said Tina, noticing. "You'll be taken care of. I assure you."
She and Jerry walked hand-in-hand out to the path, and I followed. The sun was settling on the horizon, sinking into the water. The colors in the sky as the sun set were amazing - reds and purples. We wandered down the path, some other couples and singles ahead of us, and behind us.
It was a bit of a walk, we passed several of the resort beaches, where I had already been. Finally, we came toward the end of the path; it was narrower, with leafy plants curved over it. There was a sign which said, "Welcome to Lost Beach" and two large, muscular guys --naked -- looking like doormen.
Jerry said, "This is a private party beach at night. Special guests only."
"I feel honored," I said.
"You should. You're the guest of honor. Well, one of them," said Tina.
The beach itself was a broad semi-circle around a cove. Palm trees ringed it, and there were some Gilligan's Island-looking cabanas around it. Two large fires burned, one at either end. In the middle was a platform, about twelve feet square, covered with chaise lounge cushions.
People were everywhere -- drinking at the bar, relaxing on blankets, sitting on beach chairs. And all of them naked.
"This is not 'clothing optional,' "Tina told me, shedding her suit. Jerry stripped off and I did, too. I had just sucked a cock in front of Tina -- her brother's cock -- but I still felt self-conscious being nude in front of all these other people.
We went over to the bar and got drinks -- some frozen, fruity, rum-laden concoction, and I looked around. In the shadows -- and sometimes, not too much in the shadows, people were fooling around. Kissing, fondling, or actually making love. They were completely at ease, oblivious of the other people around them. There was an older couple licking and sucking a younger woman; there was a guy on his knees behind a girl on all fours -- he was fucking her and sucking the cock of another guy stranding next to him; there were two BBW women kissing, open-mouthed, tongues flashing, while one fingered the other...people were touching themselves watching these and other scenes...
I became so hard. I'd been so horny for hours, this was too much. I drained my drink and turned around to put it on the bar, and there was Maria, the girl who'd first escorted us around. Beautiful hair, tan skin, and those nice round breasts -- her nipples were hard, I guess from watching the sex party.
"Hello, Jack," she said. "Can I get you another drink?"
I moved over toward her and saw her whole body -- curvy waist, big, round hips, nice legs and a nice, hard, cock -- about six inches, curved slightly upward. I stopped, startled, and she took one step toward me and wrapped her arms around my back.
"I hear you've been enjoying your stay," she said. Her hard cock was now pressed against mine. I could feel her nipples against my skin. God, I wanted to burst right there.
She kissed me, and then bit my lower lip and pulled. "Don't get too excited, Jack, the evening is young." And then she slid down my body and took my cock in her mouth. She was lightly licking, flicking her tongue just under the head, and I was throbbing. After a moment she stood and kissed me again. Her mouth was warm from my cock.
Another woman joined us, caressing us both. She seemed to know Maria, and Maria ground herself into both of us. Maria pulled my mouth to hers and began kissing me wildly; the other woman kneeled and sucked both of our cocks, getting them wet, and rubbing them together. Another guy stood off to the side, watching, and stroking himself slowly.
I felt, rather than saw, other people watching the three of us. I felt very much on display, but it felt good.
Out of the dark came two women -- one I didn't recognize, but she had her arm around the waist of the other woman -- my mom. They stood there, watching. The woman kneeling by Maria and I moved to one side, so she could give them a better view. As they watched, the woman with my mother -- I found out later it was Patti -- was caressing my mom's back and ass, her thighs...and then curling her fingers into her, cupping her mons, squeezing. Patti began kissing my mother's arm, shoulder, and breast. Mom had her eyes riveted on the oral show with my cock. Maria moved behind me, kissing my shoulder, my neck.
The woman sucking me stopped, and wrapper her hand around my shaft and began slowly stroking.
Patti whispered in mom's ear, "Brenda, do you want to fuck him?"
"Yes," whispered my mom. She was completely unaware of the people around us.
"Are you sure?" asked Patti.
"Oh, yes," said mom. I almost came just hearing it.
Patti turned my mother's face away from me, and kissed her mouth. She said, "Tell him."
Mom walked a few steps over the sand and we wrapped into each other. As we did, Maria, Patti, and everyone else slipped away. All I felt was the electricity -- my mom's tits crushed against me, her nipples hard; my cock pressed against her belly, throbbing.
We kissed, opening our moth and sucking each other's tongue. She raised one knee against my hip and I grabbed her ass. Her kissing grew almost frantic.
"Fuck me, Jack," she said. "Do you want to?"
"God, yes," I panted, breaking our kiss for just a moment. "I've always wanted to."
As we kissed, we were guided by unseen hands toward the center platform. I stretched out on my back and mom knelt to crawl onto the cushions. I noticed we had quite a crowd around us. Some people were just watching intently, but many were masturbating themselves or someone else.
Mom moved up my body but stopped to suck my cock, getting it slobbery wet. Her mouth was only on me for a moment, but I ached to cum. Her warm breath, her teeth gently scraping my cock head, her tongue probing...
I heard whispers from the people watching, and caught only a few: "Their first screw..." and "Mother and son? Oh, this is hot!" So I guess our secret was out. Mom didn't seem to care. Her eyes were ablaze. She lowered herself toward me, we kissed, and, straddling me, she guided my cock into her.
She was so wet; I slid right in, deep. I clenched her ass and lower back, and with all of the strength I had, resisted thrusting fast. I began a slow, deep rocking fuck.
"Baby, oh," was all she said. She bit my neck, she kissed me, she rested her head on my shoulder, sucked at the skin of my throat, but she moved with me, rocking her hips.
The feeling was building, I had to change or I would cum right there. And I wanted this fuck to last a long time -- but I knew I couldn't. We rolled, I stayed inside her, and now I was on top. She wrapped one leg around my thigh and we started fucking faster. She stroked my face, ran her hand through my hair, and I fucked my mom.
I could feel, just inside of her, as the head of my cock moved, her wet, clenching cunt. She clung tightly to me, starting a rhythmic tensing. My mom was going to cum.
She held me tight, moaning "God, yes, baby, fuck me." I began pounding, slamming into her. She just clung tighter and said louder, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Yes!"
Her orgasm built, and then hit like a truck. She thrashed --literally -- before she shuddered, and shook, before the tremors faded. Through it all, I kept fucking. Several people in the crowd moaned, gasped...and I saw at least one guy stroke himself and cum, spurting ropes into the sand.
Mom was barely moving, but I was rocking into her, much slower. Her eyes were closed and I wondered if she were going to sleep. God, I wanted to cum.
She looked at me and said, "I want you to cum for me, Jack. Splash me."
I looked at her, and asked, "Really?"
"Yes Jack, cum on my tits. Cum on my face. Cum on your mother's face."
That was all I needed to hear. Had she guessed that I had a thing for this? I didn't know, didn't care. I pulled (not without some regret) out of her sopping cunt and straddled her chest. I put my throbbing, sticky cock between her breasts and tit-fucked her as she squeezed her breasts together. It was soft, and warm, and I loved it. Tit-fucking my mom.
It wasn't long before I knew I was going to cum. I rose up a bit, and began stroking my cock, fast. She squeezed her tits and pressed them together.
"Open your mouth, mommy," said Patti from the edge of the platform. Mommy? I didn't care, I was lost in how sexy my mom looked, clenching her breast, pinching her nipples, and with her mouth open and tongue out, waiting for my cum.
She didn't have to wait long. I knew I was going to shoot hard -- right over her head -- so I lowered my cock and aimed it right at her face and stroked. I tightened my fist around the base and squeezed just as I started to cum -- and then released. The first blast hit her cheek and open mouth; the rest grazed her face and finally, dribbled onto her tits.
I was panting, rocking back on my knees. Mom looked so good splattered with my cum. She closed her mouth and swallowed, licked her lips.
Patti crawled onto the platform and began kissing mom, and licking the cum from her, as I rolled to one side and stretched out, still all but paralyzed from my orgasm. A mouth enveloped my cock -- which was still semi-hard. Maria. Another mouth sucked my fingers, licking the cum from them; I never saw who that was, too many people were now crowding in, caressing us, surrounded us with hands, thighs, breasts and cocks. Patti was still kissing mom, but another guy was kneeling between her legs, and he slid his cock into her.
Maria slid up my body and we kissed -- I could feel her hard cock on me, warm. She kissed me, and said, "I want to cum on you like that."
Twelve days to go on this vacation, and I already never wanted to go home.
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