Thank you, son,” she said. She peppered his face with soft butterfly kisses, making him groan with pleasure again.
“We’re almost there,” Adam said, breaking a long silence. He tried to sound cheerful.
“Almost,” said his mom, after a moment’s pause. “I wonder if it’s any different.”
“Probably not. It’s never changed before. I’ll bet it’s the same.”
Two minutes later, Adam pulled the Toyota into the driveway of the house. It looked the same as ever: angular and modern, clad in stained, gray wood vertical plank siding, designed to mix with the other houses around it and not to distract from the windswept landscape of the Northern California coast. Beyond the house, a treeless, gentle slope blanketed by sun-browned grass extended a hundred yards or so before falling away in a steep bluff to the beach, a hundred feet below. On the far side of the land’s end the Pacific Ocean spread out in a muted blue plane in every direction, until it met a thin, smoky smudge hanging over the western horizon — the fog that with clocklike regularity rolled in and over the coast before sunset.
Adam urged his mom to go in the house and relax while he brought the luggage in from the car. They would only stay a few days, so there wasn’t much to carry. He lugged the small suitcases to the two bedrooms and put the food in the cupboards and refrigerator. When Adam was done he pulled a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc out of the refrigerator and poured generous helpings into cheap long-stemmed wine glasses. He took the glasses to the deck, where his mom sat in a chair looking out at the ocean. The quiet was broken only by the music of low wind and nearby surf.
“I thought you’d like this,” he said.
“I see you poured yourself some, too,” she said, with a thin smile.
“I sure did. I’m legal now, mom. Remember?”
Adam had turned 21 in the previous year. He’d graduated from college three months earlier.
“It’s easy to forget,” she said. “Or maybe I make myself forget because it makes me feel old to think about your age. But we shouldn’t really be drinking so early in the day, should we?”
“It’s play time, mom,” Adam said. It was one of his dad’s favorite phrases. Every year they’d show up at the beach house. Adam’s mom, Mara, might be tired or withdrawn. Adam might miss his friends and video games. But his dad, Kirk, could not be slowed. He’d pull himself straight and upright and with a lumberjack voice call “It’s play time, kids!” Mara and Adam would have no choice but to comply. To foil or cross dad was unthinkable. His energy and enthusiasm were boundless and irresistible.
Adam’s dad had died in a car crash ten months earlier. His big, booming, playful voice had been silenced forever. Without dad around the family was much quieter. Adam’s mom, unlike his dad, was soft-spoken and reserved. Adam wasn’t as quiet as his mom, but he didn’t have his dad’s ebullience, either. He tried to do his part to pick up his mom’s spirits, but it didn’t come as easy to him as it had to his dad.
Adam knew his mom still grieved. In recent months she’d gotten out more, seeing friends and tending to her personal needs, but she still went through extended periods of withdrawal and silence. Adam grieved, too, but college graduation and the need to get a job kept him busy and prevented him from wallowing in despair at the loss of his father. But he felt a responsibility to help his mom. It pained him to see her still hurting.
On the deck, warmed by the mid-day sun, Adam wanted to pick up his mom’s spirits.
“Dad would be glad we’re here,” he said.
“You think so?” Mara asked her son.
“I know so, mom. Dad always wanted you to be happy. There was nothing more important to him.”
“Nobody knew happy like your dad. He was happy every where he went. He infected everyone around him with his happiness. Sometimes it was annoying. I can’t tell you how many times I’d be napping or relaxing on the sofa and your dad would burst into the room and scream, ‘Time to play, Mara!'”
“He really loved you. He told me that all the time.”
“Yeah?” she said, looking up from her lap. “Your dad wore his heart on his sleeve. He was unusual for a man in that way. You’re more like me. You hold it in.”
Mara stared at her son and Adam stared back. He wondered what his mom was thinking, but as always, he didn’t know. His dad always had been an open book, but his mom always had been a closed one. Adam had no idea what his mom was thinking.
Adam scanned the horizon beyond the house deck. The band of fog at the horizon still was far off, but when it came it would come quickly, and then it would be too cold to spend time on the beach.
“Let’s go play, mom,” Adam said. “We’ve got time to relax. Let’s enjoy the warmth while we can and go to the beach. You know that’s what dad would say if he was here.”
“He would, I’m sure. O.K. Let’s do that.”
Fifteen minutes later Adam and Mara walked down the steep path from the house to the beach. The sun beat on them, warming them, but a steady cool breeze blew off the ocean, heralding the oncoming late afternoon gloom.
They took off their sandals when they reached the beach to let their bare feet touch the sand. They walked to the surf until they reached the high-water mark, where loose uneven sand gave way to compact moist sand and the walking was easier. They stopped and took in the view.
“I think I built a hundred sand castles in this spot,” Adam said.
“I think you did. Your dad helped you,” Mara said.
They stood together and watched the waves come in, one after another.
Adam stood just behind his mom and looked at her. He wasn’t sure what swimsuit she wore because she wore a short, loose yellow beach dress over it. Her figure looked firm and eager and youthful, and Adam, who had mourned his dad’s death in his own way for months, felt a twinge of the sadness his mom must have felt for being too young to have lost a husband.
Mara took Adam’s hand.
“Come with me,” she said. She pulled him to the right and they began walking along the beach.
It was mid-summer, and the sun beat down on them without the interruption of clouds, but it was only middling warm. The water off the Northern California coast looked inviting, but in truth it was cold all year long, and the riptides were fierce. The cold water cooled the air flowing off the ocean, and even at the peak of summer it was seldom truly hot.
Adam and his mom walked a long time north along the beach, past the area where he and his mom and dad usually spent their time. The width of the beach narrowed as they walked, until it ended in a jumble of rocks between the water and the bluff.
His mom led him over them. They walked carefully. The rocks were uneven and slippery, and pools of seawater left by the high tide filled the crevices and low areas between them. Adam noticed crabs and anemones filling the pools.
They scrambled through and over the rocks until they ended, and another sandy beach began. This one was much smaller. It was an intimate semicircle of sand bounded by the bluffs and cut off from the beach on either side by rocks.
“I don’t think we’ve been here before,” Adam said.
“You haven’t, maybe,” Mara said. “Your dad and I came here. This was our beach.”
She led him to the center of the little beach, with the bluff walls forming a U around them, opening to the sea ahead of them. Mara lay her blanket on the sand and sat down. Adam sat down next to her. They sat on the beach together for minutes, watching the waves crash to the shore, not saying anything. Mara broke the silence.
“I wonder if we shouldn’t have come here,” she said.
“You mean to this spot?” Adam asked.
“I mean to the beach house. To this place. To everywhere around it. I feel your dad’s presence everywhere.”
“I know what you mean. It’s hard not to think about him everywhere. Dad was always directing things. But I think he would have liked it for us to be here. At least one last time.”
Mara pulled the dress over her head and tossed it into the beach bag. She sat next to Adam in a pale pink bikini. Adam had seen his mom in a bikini — that was nothing new — but with his dad gone it felt different this time. He noticed her in a way that he hadn’t before. The absence of his father made his mother’s exposure seem more intimate than before. She looked good for a woman in her mid-40s. She wasn’t as skinny as she had been in her 20s, but she kept herself in good shape. Her breasts and legs looked firm and her waist was still thin.
Adam pulled off his t shirt and sat next to his mom bare-chested and in black board shorts. His mom looked at chest with an approving eye
“Looks like you’ve been working out.”
“I try when I can. You’re looking good, too, mom.”
“Well, thanks. I think I’m doing well for an old lady. This suit’s a little skimpy for a woman my age, though.”
Adam thought it fit her quite well. Mom obviously was not in her twenties, but her body didn’t reveal anything to be embarrassed about.
“Nah,” he said. “You look great. I’m sure dad would think so.”
“Your dad always liked me to wear this suit. In fact, that’s why I’m wearing it. I wore this suit the first time we came to this spot on the beach fourteen years ago, and he wanted me to wear the same one every year since.” She hooked a finger under the string tie at her pelvis. “It’s getting a little threadbare, actually. I’m going to retire it after this trip.”
Adam saw what she meant. Although mom looked great in the suit, it did look a little frayed and thin and discolored in places. The upside to that, though, is it showed more of his mom. The top showed pert round buttons under the fabric that covered her breasts. Adam’s eye strayed to the bottom, and he could not help but noticed how tightly it molded over pubic mound, and how it indented where it covered her sex. Adam looked away, not wanting to get caught looking at her.
“Let’s go in,” she said.
“In the water? Mom, the water is freezing here. This isn’t Hawaii.”
“It’s cold, not freezing. And the riptide isn’t so bad here. I’ve tried it. As long as we stay close to the beach we’ll be fine.”
She was up and beginning to walk to the water’s edge before Adam could say anything. He watched her ass sway as she walked. He sighed and decided to join her. He couldn’t be a wimp in front of his mother.
His mom walked into the surf 20 yards ahead of him. She walked briskly, seemingly not minding the cold, until the water splashed around her upper thighs just below the bikini bottom. When Adam’s feet hit the water his mouth opened in surprise at how cold it was. It was mid-August, but the water along this part of the coast was too cold for swimming — to him it was, at least.
Mara seemed to mind it less. She extended her arms and let herself fall back into a frothy wave. The sea enveloped her for a few minutes until she bobbed up and stood over the water again, running back toward Adam to escape the hard pull of the receding water.
The sight of his mom made Adam forget the cold for a minute. If the suit had looked threadbare out of the water, it looked scandalously so soaked. Mom’s breasts bobbed as her thighs pumped up and down in the water. Each nipple was perfectly outlined in the thin suit fabric. One of her breasts looked like it was about to pop out of its cup. But it was the bottom that really caught his eye –perfectly molded to the flesh between her legs and cloven down the middle to reveal the indentation of her sex.
“Come on, you’ve got to dunk yourself, even if you’re not going to swim,” she said.
“There’s no way I’m swimming in this,” Adam said. “And I’m not sure about dunking. I think this is enough for me. It’s too cold.”
“I dunked, and you have to too.”
She approached him with a sly smile.
“Mom, what are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking Adam needs some help overcoming his fear of the ocean.”
“I am not –“
He couldn’t finish because his mom splashed him. Cold water hit his chest and waist. He splashed his mom back, but before he could do it a second time she ran to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. Her arms and torso were cold, but the press of her curves against him felt good even so.
The fell sideways into the water. At that moment a wave washed over them, not big, but bigger than the ones that had come before, and as it receded they felt their bodies being pulled together seaward. They struggled to their feet without letting go of each other and fought the tug of the current going the other way. The left the water clutching each other, cold and laughing, and ran back to their beach blankets.
Although the sun beat down at a lower angle than before the air was still warm, and they both sat up on the blankets to dry off.
“That felt good,” Mara said.
“I don’t know about good, but it was a change. It feels good to be warming up now.”
They sat quietly for a while on the beach while the afternoon air warmed and dried their skin.
“Do you know why your dad and I kept coming back to this spot on the beach?” Mara asked.
“Why?” Adam asked.
“It was secluded, and far enough away from the beach houses that almost no one ever walked by. The first time we came here, your dad stripped off my bikini and he made love to me.”
Adam had no idea what to say. He couldn’t imagine his mom and dad having sex in the middle of a public beach, and he couldn’t imagine why his mom was telling him about it now.
“Weren’t you afraid of getting caught?” he asked, finally.
“Yes, but that’s what made it exciting and fun. I’d never done anything like it before. He got this crazy grin on his face and said, ‘Play time, Mara.’ And then he started untying the bikini. I was naked before I could say anything. I was surprised and shocked, but I wanted it as much as he did.”
“Where was I?” Adam said.
“Remember how when you were young you spent time over at Andersons’ beach house, playing with their son David? That’s when. When you were older we just let you stay at the house or go where you wanted.”
“My god,” Adam said after a long pause. “Did you ever get caught?”
“Only once. A young couple walked by. We didn’t notice them at first, but I happened to glance up and saw them standing by the edge of the water, watching us. I was startled and tried to pull away, but your dad kept fu — making love to me. I watched them as they watched us. They watched us for about five minutes and then walked away. That was the only time.”
Adam was taking it all in, or trying to. It was hard to picture his parents in this very spot doing what his mom was describing.
“Why are you telling me this?” he asked.
“I don’t know, Adam,” she said. “I don’t think we’re going to come back here. We were always pretty open with you about things and the memory popped into my head and I wanted to share it. I guess that’s not much like me—sharing something like that. I don’t know what made me want to do it. Maybe because your dad is gone I feel like I can share it. I hope you’re not freaked out.”
“Well,” Adam said. “It’s kind of weird. But I guess I can handle it.”
They sat quiet again for a while, until Mara spoke.
“The fog’s coming in.”
It was. They hadn’t noticed, but what had been a thin gray-white line over the horizon of the ocean was now a billowy wall drawing closer, obscuring much of the western sky. A colder front of air lead it, blowing onto the beach, nipping their exposed skin. drawing goosebumps.
“I think we should go back,” Mara said.
They walked south along the sand, back to the beach house, the lead edges of the fog bank already caressing the surrounding slope of grass as they reached the door. It was cool inside the house, and Mara and Adam both changed into jeans and long sleeve pullover tops.
That evening they cooked spaghetti and French bread and drank two-thirds of a bottle of white wine together. Adam’s mom didn’t mention having sex on the beach again, but Adam couldn’t stop thinking about what she’d said. It didn’t shock him, exactly, but he couldn’t get it out of his mind. He looked across the table at his mom, her face aglow from candles they’d lit to offset the gloom of the surrounding fog. She looked younger to him than she’d seemed before. He kept thinking about her on the sand, with her legs parted, being fucked. That’s when it hit him. He was aroused. He touched himself under the table, and, sure enough, his dick was hard. He glanced quickly at his lap, and there was no doubting the bulge under the tight jeans.
When he looked up he noticed his mom was smiling, maybe even smirking at him, and he wondered if she knew what was going on, even if she couldn’t see his lap from across the table. But she said nothing.
After dinner, they sat together on the sofa watching a movie. 15 minutes into it, Mara curled up next to Adam and lay her back against his chest. She didn’t say anything, and Adam didn’t either. He didn’t know what to do with his hands, so he rested them on his mom’s thighs. He couldn’t concentrate on the movie. If someone had asked him to describe the plot he couldn’t have done it. There was nothing lewd about it. His mom didn’t say or do anything suggestive, other than to keep her back against his chest and side. For the rest of the movie Adam felt the heat of her body against his. His cock hardened against his pants for a second time, and he was thankful his mom couldn’t feel it or see it as she watched the movie.
When the movie was over they went to bed, each to their own rooms. Adam lay awake in his bed staring at the ceiling for a long time, wrestling to make sense of the jumble of feelings inside him from the events of the day.
x x x
Adam awoke late the next morning. The light came in from a window looking to the west and to the ocean, but it was a low light, because fog still shrouded the coastal land outside. It obscured everything more than a hundred feet away. Adam heard noises from outside his room and guessed that his mom, an early riser, was cooking breakfast. Sure enough, his nose caught the scent of bacon. The smell was enough to rouse him from bed.
Minutes later he exited his room and padded to the kitchen in gym shorts and an old t-shirt. His mom was in the kitchen, tending to something over the stovetop. He caught his breath. She wore only a t-shirt, long enough to cover her butt, but not much longer. Its bottom hem hit high on her thighs. Adam’s gaze followed her legs to the floor, and he was struck by how shapely they were.
Something stirred again, this time under his gym shorts.
I’ve got to stop that, he thought. He looked away and tried to think about something other than the length of his mother’s legs exposed under the shirt.
“Good morning,” he said with a croak.
“Hi honey!” his mom said, more awake than he was. “I didn’t hear you. Breakfast will be ready soon.”
“That sounds great,” he said. “I’ll get the table ready.”
Ten minutes later they sat at a small table looking, as always, toward the ocean. The morning gloom still hung over the water and surrounding land, but when they looked to the sky they could see irregular breaks in the cloud cover where light struggled to get through. The fog would burn off soon. Adam wolfed down Mara’s waffles and bacon and blueberries, and he washed it down with two cups of coffee. They said little as they ate.
By eleven a.m., breakfast was eaten, and the dishes were done. Mara retired to her room without saying anything, leaving Adam unsure what, if anything, she had planned for the day. For all he knew, she might be thinking about dad. He gave her her space and read a few chapters of a crime thriller that he pulled from the living room bookshelf.
In the afternoon, his mom emerged from her room.
“Let’s go to the beach.”
“Play time?” he asked.
“Play time,” she said and smiled.
By now the fog had disappeared wholly and the ocean and land bathed in bright afternoon light.
Adam went to his room and pulled on his board shorts from the day before and a fresh t-shirt. He maneuvered his feet into the flip flops by the door. He left his room and waited in the living room for his mom to appear.
She did, ten minutes later, in a little beach dress he hadn’t seen before. It was about the same length as the one she had worn the day before, in pale blue with tropical flowers all over it. She handed the beach bag to him and they left the house for the beach.
Mara led the way and Adam followed, eying his mom’s figure with an intensity he never had before. As she walked over uneven sand, her body shifted under the dress in a way that looked different from yesterday. It moved with a spring and bounce he hadn’t noticed. Adam wondered if she wore a swimsuit even smaller than what she’d worn the previous day.
As before, the afternoon sun warmed the surroundings, a faint breeze taking the edge off the heat against the skin. The fog lay in a thin gray crust over the blue water, far away, but not as far as it had the day before.
Adam noticed that his mom walked at a steady and determined pace. After half an hour of trudging through sand and clambering over tide pools and rocks, Adam and Mara returned to the little bluff-shrouded beach. It was as deserted as it had been the day before.
They lay their blankets down, side by side. Adam pulled off his shirt and applied sunscreen. His mom, however, didn’t move. She sat still on her blanket, looking at the beach, in her little dress. She sat with her knees up and her legs wrapped around them, staring at the waves. She didn’t say anything. Adam thought he saw her tremble.
Something about her mood dissuaded Adam from interrupting her, so he sat silent, sometimes watching her face and sometimes looking beyond the beach to the waves. No clouds lay overhead. The air was hotter than the day before. No sound intruded other than the steady roar of the waves against the shore.
Adam glanced at his mother’s pretty face, and he saw her jaw clench and her head nod slightly, as though she’d decided something. Her hands went to the bottom of her dress and pulled. In a flash the blue dress was over her head and on the sand to the side of her.
Adam’s mom was naked. His mouth gaped open and he did not know what to say.
Mara turned to Adam. He’d never seen her naked before. Her breasts were full and ripe, and a little patch of close-cropped brown fur lay over her sex between her open legs.
“Adam,” she said. “Adam, look at me.”
Adam tore his gaze away from between her legs to her face. She was so beautiful. Her body glowed under the afternoon sun and her face shone. Strands of brown hair blew in a soft breeze. Her eyes were wide and almost pleading.
“Adam, I want you to do something for me.”
The response caught in his throat, but he got it out.
“What? What, mom?”
“I want you to make love to me, Adam. Right here. Right now. Can you do that? Please?”
Adam’s lust was up, and he felt the quick hardening between his legs, but he was confused, too.
“Mom,” he started, pausing. “What . . . why . . . what is this about?”
“It’s our last time here, Adam. I know it. Our last time on this spot. On this beach. At the beach house. I feel your dad everywhere. I’m glad we’re here together, but we can’t come back. But I need one last time. I need you. Please, Adam. I’ve been watching you looking at me. Not just like a son looks at a mother. You looked at me like a man looks at a woman. You are a man. Your father’s son. Do this. I need you to do this. I think you want me, too.”
With that she faced him more directly and spread her legs before him. Her pussy opened like a pink, sun-kissed flower.
Adam didn’t move right away. His mother took his hand in hers, and she pulled him toward her. Adam got up on his knees. She pulled the hand that was in hers to her breast and pressed it there. Adam closed his eyes. The soft exquisite full tit lay cupped in his palm. His thumb and forefinger came together until they closed on an upright nipple, long and stiff. He rolled it between his fingers. He sighed, overcome by the perfection of the moment and of his mom’s body.
“Take your suit off, Adam,” Mara told him.
He didn’t bother untying it, just reaching down and pushing as hard as he could until the suit’s waist band passed over his thin hips. He pulled the suit awkwardly off his body with his legs in the air. It fell to the sand. Adam sat on his blanket naked, just like his mom.
This is surreal, he thought to himself.
His mom’s tit pointed at him, extended and firm from the finger caressing he’d given it a moment before. He couldn’t stop himself. He sprang toward his mom from his knees and clasped his lips over her nipple. He sucked at it, over and over.
“Yes. Yes, Adam. Play with me. Play with me.”
“I will, mom,” he said, lifting off her tit for a moment. “I will.”
Adam sucked on his mom’s breast, savoring it, loving it. He had no idea for how long. When he was done he shifted and attacked the other breast, its tit softer and less extended than its sister. Adam would do something about that. He sucked and sucked on it, over and again, until it rose and grew hard and he sucked with even more passion. He heard his mom moan and his eyes looked toward her face even as his mouth kept sucking and he saw her head thrown back, mouth open and groaning and sighing to the blue sky overhead.
He didn’t want to stop with her breasts, but he needed something else. His right hand cupped the back of her head, bringing her face back from the sky to him. He pressed forward and mashed his lips hard against hers, and his tongue pressed against her lips and her teeth until both gave way and her mouth was fully open and his to take. He took it. The force of his mouth stretched hers wide open and his tongue assaulted hers, swirling against it. Her tongue pressed back against his. His body fell against hers, pushing her back to the sand, chest to chest, tongues continuing their uncontrolled tango with each other. Their tits touched.
Even as he kissed his mom his loose hand found the sweet silkiness of her thigh and pushed it back. Mara eagerly parted her legs for her son as he crawled over her. He kept crawling forward, until the bulbous tip of his now rigid cock hit her inner thigh and he couldn’t go any farther. Adam knew where his cock had to go and where his mom wanted it to go.
Before he could direct it, he felt his mom’s cool hand squeeze his shaft and pump it and squeeze it.
“Oh, Adam,” she said.
Adam kept kissing his mom as her thumb probed the tip of his cock, first encircling the glans and then tapping the hole at the tip. She stroked it a few times. But Adam’s mom was impatient. She grabbed the shaft halfway up the base and guided it to where she, and now Adam, needed it to be. She didn’t want to wait.
Adam had had sex before, but never like this. His whole body burned with desire, concentrated on the tip of his cock, guided by his mom’s sure hand to her open pussy. She didn’t put it in right away. Instead, she bumped the tip against her clit, which Adam saw peeked out from the shroud of its hood, a gleaming pink gem. It was pure magic when his cock tip hit it. His mom guided his hard cock in small circles around her clit, making sure his cockhead never left contact with it.
After a few minutes of that she held his cock away from her body for what seemed like an eternity to Adam, though he guessed it really was only ten seconds, and then she slapped his cock hard against her clit. Adam saw it mash down with every hit, but he also saw it spring back a bit bigger each time when his cock sprang away from her. It gleamed a little more each time, too, bathed in the wetness coming from his mom’s excited cunt.
“So good, Adam,” she said, her eyes fixed on his. “It’s time now.”
“OK, mom,” he said.
Adam now lay over his mom’s spread-legged, supine body. He couldn’t stand it anymore. His hips pushed forward between her legs. Mom’s sure hand guided his tip past her open lips to her depths. When at last Adam’s cock tip met the pink wet flesh inside his mom’s pussy, he closed his eyes and gasped.
He couldn’t believe anything could feel so good. The sun beat on his back and the air was warm but not hot and the fine beach sand gave way under his knees and legs and hands, but all feeling was concentrated on the point where his body entered his mom’s.
He pushed his cock forward, all the while up on his hands alternately staring at his mother’s face and at her pussy being fucked by his cock. He pushed and pushed, on an on, and to his surprise his mom gave way easily. His penis dipped into her like melted butter. It kept going, on and on, until his pubic bone pressed against hers. He was inside her, up to the hilt.
They didn’t stop kissing while he pushed inside her. But now Adam needed to see it, seeing his mom’s open pussy being fucked by his cock. So, he pulled away from her mouth and pushed he chest up and away with his hands on the sand, until he could look down and see his hard shaft pistoning in and out of her.
Mom was so wet now that the fucking came easily. She felt a bit tight against his engorged cock, but her open sex was so lubricated now that it made no difference. He thrust in and out of her with ease. Each time he pulled out he saw his mom’s thin lips pull out, clasped to his shaft, and when he pushed back in, hard, they disappeared under his onslaught. In and out, in and out, his mom’s pussy lips followed his cock thrusts as best they could.
A shaft of lucidity burst from the clouds of his lust and Adam wondered what the hell he was doing, fucking his pretty mom on a public beach. He didn’t know. A few minutes earlier he could not have imagined it happening, but it was happening, and he didn’t want to stop it.
Adam prided himself on being able hold back and prolong fucking for a long time. His lovers in college had praised him for it. But now, with not more than a few minutes passing since his cock and mom’s cunt had met, he felt the telltale signs of incipient orgasm. He didn’t want it to happen yet, so he slowed the pace of fucking his mom. Mom’s face betrayed a look of being ready to come too, and she seemed surprised when Adam pulled back.
“Not yet, mom,” he said. “Let’s keep this going.”
“Mmmmmm,” she said. “My son the attentive lover.” She reached down and cupped his balls and gave them a squeeze, even as the shaft of his cock still was buried inside her.
He grabbed her by the shoulders and kissed her again, and she responded with feral need. By now both their tongues moved in a frenzy against each other.
Adam got an idea, and he moved his body and leveraged his greater weight to press Mara to the side. At first, she thought he wanted to stop making love, and she’d pulled her cunt half way off his cock before she realized that wasn’t at all what he wanted. Adam’s hand was on her ass, pressing it hard to him so he could stay inside her. But Adam kept pushing his mom off to the side, until at last they rolled over and suddenly she was on top of him.
“Oh, you want me on top, huh?” she said.
“Not yet,” said Adam, and he grabbed her tightly and kept pushing her to the side.
They rolled on the sand, and when they rolled to the next position Adam kept pushing his mom, until they rolled and rolled along the sand, down slope, like a barrel rolling down hill, picking up speed, never stopping their fucking of each other. Soon the sand was all over their bodies and in their hair, but Adam didn’t mind. Judging from the way Mara’s eyes looked up at him as he rolled, she didn’t care either.
They stopped thirty feet down the beach from where they’d started, Mara underneath Adam. He grabbed her thighs with his hands and pushed them back, as far as he thought they could go. Soon her feet were in the air, toes pointed at the sky, and her knees were near her shoulders. She lay totally exposed to Adam under the sun. He thrust over and again, trying different angles, wanting to fuck his mom in every way he could. Her back arched and her head cocked back, and her breasts pushed out and lolled in every direction as her body rocked against her son’s eager cock.
Without saying anything Mara pushed off against the sand and sat upright into his arms to kiss Adam again. They sat together on the sand, still fucking, stars spinning around them both in the sunlight, sucking each other’s mouths and tongues. Adam marveled at the sheer fury of his mom’s need for him. It was matched, stroke for stroke, by his own lust for her.
Then is mom put her hand on his chest, gently at first but with increasing pressure.
“Back,” she said. “I want to be on top.”
Adam obliged his mom. He lay back in the sand as his mom climbed on top of him. His cock never left her cunt.
Now his mom’s body rocked over him and he savored the silhouette of her body against the bright sky and the steady, delicious bounce of her breasts as she moved up and down on him. Adam sighed with pleasure. If she kept doing that he would come soon.
Adam propped himself up on his elbows to see her better and was startled to see movement behind her, near the water’s edge. It was a person — an older man, walking a dog. He’d stopped and was watching them. Instinctively, Adam sat up and cradled his mom in his arms to shield her from the man’s view.
“Someone’s watching us,” he said.
She craned her neck to look behind her and turned back to Adam with a wicked smile.
“You’re right. Just the second time in fourteen years. Let’s give him a show.”
Mara pushed offer her son and his cock exited her with a wet plop. She stood up and held out her hand to Adam to pull him up as well. As soon as he stood up, she turned around, exposing her front to the man watching them. He looked thin, almost to the point of being frail, and his hair was nearly white. Mara pushed her butt back against her son.
“Grab my arms and fuck me,” she said.
Adam’s cock still was steel-hard, and he had no trouble directing it to mom’s wet, open entrance aimed at him between her butt cheeks and open legs. He grabbed her arms just above the elbows and pulled her toward him as he thrust into her again. He’d never fucked a woman from behind standing up like this, and he enjoyed the novel view of her pussy getting speared from this angle. He looked to the side of mom to watch the man, seemingly rapt in attention watching them both. Behind him the waves rolled and broke and the fog loomed closer below the bright blue sky. The scene was utterly surreal and fantastic, and Adam loved every second of it.
They fucked that way with increasing urgency, mom’s body rocking and rolling to his thrusts. The old man eventually turned away and kept walking, evidently to let them finish their fucking alone.
Adam sensed his mom was getting closer when she began slapping her ass more fiercely against his cock and waist with each thrust. Adam responded by picking up the pace.
I can’t believe I’m doing this, he thought. I’m fucking my mom on a beach in broad daylight. I just let someone watch as I fucked her. God do I want her.
As if reading his mind his mom spoke up.
“Come inside me, Adam. Do it now.”
Her words spurred him on, making him still harder and bringing him closer yet to his climax. He heard his mom start squealing. She was near too. He pushed harder yet — so hard and deep that his mom now let out little whelps with every thrust. He felt the welling up inside. He felt mom’s body tense and near its climax, too. He heard his mom cry out, then, long and hard and unrestrained. Anyone within a hundred yards would have heard her. Her body shuddered. It in turn brought Adam to his end, and he felt the reservoir of cum inside him course through his body, where it ended up, finally, jetting in thick spurts into his mom’s pussy.
They both shuddered and shook as they came together. When he could hardly stand it anymore he pulled out of his mom. They staggered back to the blankets and fell on them.
Adam lay with his arms and legs splayed out, staring at the blue sky above him. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. He’d just fucked his mom, who lay naked next to him. 24 hours earlier, he could never have guessed that this would have happened. But it had.
He felt a cool hand on his shrinking cock, then the warmth of his mom’s mouth engulfing the tip. He propped himself up on his elbows to watch her. She stared into his eyes as her mouth moved up and down over his length.
“Mom, I can recharge pretty fast. But not that fast.”
“I don’t expect you to. I just wanted to make sure I got anything you didn’t leave inside me.”
She licked him and sucked him until every trace of his cum was gone.
When she was done with his cock she slid up and over his body until her face was over his.
“You’re a handsome young, man. I’ll bet the girls tell you that.”
“Not as much as I’d like,” he said. “But I like hearing you say it. You’re beautiful, mom.”
“Thank you, son,” she said. She peppered his face with soft butterfly kisses, making him groan with pleasure again.
They lay like that for a while until Adam looked at the sky overhead and noticed it was no longer pure blue. It was a swirling mixture of blue and gray, growing grayer by the minute. The fog was rolling in.
“It’s going to be cold if we stay here,” he said. “Especially if we stay here naked.”
“Let’s go then. Play time is over.”
They stood up and dressed and Adam picked up the beach bag. Adam thought about what his mom had said. Did she mean play time was over now, or forever? He didn’t want to ask her, so he stayed quiet, and they hiked in silence back to the beach house for the second day in a row.
The late afternoon air was cold by the time they reached the house. They dressed in warmer clothes and relaxed until it was time to make dinner. Adam and Mara spent the evening making occasional chit chat. Adam expected his mom to talk about what had happened on the beach, but she didn’t say anything. He felt aroused and needy again, and staring at his mom’s figure in the jeans and long-sleeve top stirred his cock to hardness once more. Adam watched his mom carefully for a sign, an opening, but she gave off none. They watched TV for a while until Mara said she was going to bed.
Adam watched his mom’s ass in the tight jeans as she retreated to her bed room, and then he went to his own room. He went to the bathroom, brushed his teeth, and pulled off his shirt and shorts and underwear and left the bathroom for his bed. Photos http://uii.io/i8YFBA Desire for his mom surged through his body. He couldn’t get the image of her nude on the beach out of his mind.
I’m going to have to jerk off in bed, he thought.
Before he got to the bed, though, he stopped with surprise. Mara lay on his bed, naked, hands thrown back over her head and legs apart, her body lit from the side by a nightstand lamp with a weak light bulb.
“I want to be in your bed tonight, Adam. Just this night,” she said.
Adam went to his mom and encircled her waist with his arms.
“Make love to me again,” she said. “Be very slow and very gentle. Make it last.”
“I’ll try, mom.”
His hips pushed forward and down against the junction of her legs and he felt his cock enter his mom for the second time that day. But this fucking was softer. Adam lowered his body onto his mom’s, felt the swell of her full breasts under his chest, and kissed her slowly. He began rocking against her, but he kept the pace slow, and his mom’s fingernails clawed into his buttocks as she purred with delight.
Half an hour later, he emptied himself inside her. He thought he heard mom sob once, and then she lay still. He pulled out, rolled off her to her side, cradled her, and fell asleep.
x x x
In the morning Adam woke to find himself alone in his bed. Had it been a dream?
It wasn’t. A thin crust coated his cock. Adam rubbed his hand over it and brought it to his nose. The scent of cunt was unmistakable.
Sounds came from the kitchen. His mom was up. Adam dressed and left his room.
“Good morning, mom,” he said.
“Good morning, Adam.”
She walked over to him and rested her hands on his shoulders and kissed him on the lips — just a whisper of a kiss. She pulled away and turned back to cooking breakfast.
There was something in the air, Adam thought. It wasn’t just the contrast of his mom’s aloofness with the ardor she’d shown him the day before. It was something else. Adam nodded. He felt his dad in the house. Sadness overtook him, because he knew they wouldn’t come back. He wouldn’t feel that presence again.
Adam and Mara didn’t talk much during breakfast. Mara said something about wanting to get an early start to head home. Adam looked out the big window facing the ocean. All he saw was fog.
An hour later the kitchen was cleaned and the house picked up and the bags packed, bunched by the front door. Adam and Mara stood by the window, looking out at the fog, still thick and obscuring the ocean. She took his hand and squeezed it and turned to him.
“I love you, Adam.”
“I love you too, mom.”
She let go and walked to the door and Adam followed, wondering what, if anything, might happen when they left the house. He had no idea. He couldn’t read his mom.
They walked out of the house, and mom locked the door. The hauled their bags to the car and put them in the trunk. Adam opened mom’s passenger side door. She got in and Adam closed the door behind her. Adam rounded the car and took his seat and started the ignition. He looked at the house, a house he’d seen every summer for 14 years. He didn’t think he would see it again.
He backed the car out of the driveway. The fog was so thick he could see it shrouding the house already as the car moved away from it to the street.
Goodbye, dad, Adam thought, as the car moved backward.
He turned his attention from the driveway for a moment to look at his mom. He saw her in the passenger seat, in profile, her face soft and pretty, her body firm and curvy.
Adam turned the car into the street and stopped to look at the house one last time. Mom and Adam looked at it and they looked at each other. Adam didn’t know what was going to happen, but he knew he was leaving something behind and it had to do with his dad and it might be forever. He imagined the face of his dad, laughing, loving his mom, loving him, at play in the beach house.
Adam drove away, and he looked in the rear-view mirror and the house faded, enveloped by the summer fog. He mouthed words softly, so his mother couldn’t hear him.