by Alex Madura
‘Not in a million years, so don’t think about it,’ I quickly said to make sure he did not get any ideas. His face contorted into a pout.
‘Jeez Martin, I am your stepmother for Christ’s sake,’ he said, trying to mimic my accent, but I was actually quite amused at his reaction.
At this point in time, there was not a deviant consideration in any way, shape or form regarding the possibility of even remotely contemplating something physical happening between my stepson and I. We had been joking about the situation we found ourselves in, his expressions and my verbal responses were in a playful mode so my defensive antenna never went up.
We were settled in and I wanted to go to the beach, have a cocktail and unwind a bit from the long journey.
‘I don’t know what you want to do, but I’m going to relax on the beach,’ I said, more to myself than Martin. I grabbed my bikini but hesitated when the skimpiness of it hit me, then told myself what the hell and went into the bathroom to change.
Putting on my costume, if you can call it that, and seeing it on again in the reflection in the mirror made me think that this attire would not be socially acceptable back home, especially around a teenage family member.
The small cloth triangles barely covered enough of my breasts to hide my areola and did nothing to leave the size of my tits to the imagination. My full ‘C’ cup mounds were pretty much out there on display. I even wondered for a second if the small strings had enough tensile strength to hold my boobs up.
I scanned myself up and down and made a slight adjustment to the costume. The string running between my legs and up my bum crack was nowhere to be seen. Fortunately, for my age, my body was still fairly close to how it looked twenty years ago and I was sure I would be turning heads on the beach.
As I looked closely, and even though I had trimmed and shaved my pubic mound back home, a small tuft of hair could be seen just above the miniscule triangular patch of cloth covering me down there.
‘Shit,’ I thought, ‘I can’t go out like this.’
I pulled the bottoms off, lathered up a little and with only three of four passes with my razor, my vaginal area reverted back to my pre-puberty look. Once I was satisfied with how I looked, I gathered myself up and opened the door and I do not know who was more surprised, me or Martin.
Martin apparently had decided that he could quickly change into his swimming trunks and figured that by standing in front of the bathroom door he could block it just in case I came out unexpectedly, but that didn’t happen. I swung the door open harder than he had anticipated and it hit him on the head, just as he was bending over to pull up his trunks.
He went down on his back, his trunks around his ankles.
My stepson’s penis flopped in an arch onto his belly, I could not stop my eyes from focusing on it.
‘My God, my stepson’s dick is bigger than his father’s,’ was the first thing that came to mind, even though it wasn’t erect.
Then it started to grow. Martin’s mouth was gaping open, he was staring at me in a mesmerized way in my almost non existent costume. His eyes scanned my torso, then I realised that I was scanning his body too. Holy Shit, my stepson's cock was now fully rigid and it had to be close to my ex lover’s in length and girth.
This all happened in less than thirty seconds and I was the first to regain any form of composure as I struggled to come to my senses.
I stammered out, ‘Ah, sorry, I shouldn’t have opened the door so fast. Let me get out of your way,’ as I stepped over him and in an effort to not step on him I had to look down at him and my eyes automatically went back to looking at his pulsing cock. I tried in vain to supplant my morality for the lustful vision of my own stepson’s penis floating in my brain.
Damn, I needed a drink. I hurried out of the room with my beach bag and spread my towel on the first free lounger, adjusted my sunglasses and got comfortable. The first daiquiri soothed the quandary of my conflicting thoughts and started me on the path to ignoring some of my inhabitations. I rationalised that the expectations I had in the weeks leading up to departure of seeing naked men with big cocks was about to happen, I just didn’t expect my stepson’s cock to be the first I'd see.
From my vantage point, not fifty feet from the large ‘clothing optional’ sign, which defined both parts of the beach, I had an almost unrestricted view of both this part, the clothed part, right along to a sea of naked bodies lapping up the sun.
I actually thought about moving the lounger closer to just in front of my neighbours patio in the hope of visually intruding on their privacy and getting their attention. Most of the couples from the resort seemed to be a hundred or so yards away, except two couples that were maybe twenty yards away.
The men definitely noticed me as I walked onto the beach as I saw one of them elbow the other and nodded in my direction. It fed my ego immensely and it was all I could do so as to not let on or give them a little discrete wave. Thankfully my large, dark sunglasses allowed me to check them out without them knowing.
As I settled in with my second daiquiri, brought from the hotel by a very attentive waiter, I assessed the two couples to be beyond the ‘honeymoon stage’ and before the ‘children raising stage’ and I estimated they were in their late twenties.
The two women were so engrossed in their own conversation that they completely ignored their two male partners standing with drinks in their hands a couple of feet into the lapping waves at the edge of the sea. It did not take much of a leap of logic to know that from the two guys vantage point, they had a direct line of sight to the ‘clothing optional’ beach not far from them. As I casually kept an eye on them, they appeared to swivel their heads in my direction more often than down the beach.
I could not help checking them out as they were physically fit and there was much to admire about them, and I let my mind wander as to what they might look like without their tight Speedo swimsuits. My mind raced. Were they hung? Would they be interested in an ‘older’ woman? Would they would be interested in a threesome? That thought came out of nowhere, I had never contemplated having two guys at once before but the thought tickled my senses right down my spine. My nipples tightened at the very thought of it.
A quick glance at the women showed they were completely oblivious to their partner’s wandering eyes, and with the encouragement of the two cocktails, I stood up and walked towards the water’s edge. I could have just gone right into the water in front of me but as I could feel their eyes capturing my every move, I decided to tease them. What the hell, let’s see just how interested they really are up close, so I altered my path to within feet of them, making sure that my hip movements yielded more sway than was necessary and did not in anyway disguise my sexual confidence.
My nipples were fully erect and had their full attention as I approached. While walking by, in a very planned move, I turned my head towards them, lifted my sunglasses and checked out the front of their swimsuits. Raising my head I gave each a smile and wink, then walked further into the surf. The water was extremely warm and felt good, and although warm, it still managed to cool down my libido a little. I could not help but feel a sense of accomplishment at seeing the reaction I achieved with these complete strangers as measured by the front of their Speedos.
I was nearing the boundary of the ‘clothing optional’ part of the beach and some movement over there caught my attention, it was a couple, and even though they were quite a distance away, there was no question as to what they were doing. They were lying on their sides and his movement left me in no doubt that he was fucking her in the ‘spoons’ position His back was slightly turned towards me but I could hardly see her although I noticed one unencumbered fulsome tit moving with each thrust he made into her.
My audience was also distracted, now, I don’t know what made me think they were ‘my’ audience, or why I should even care, but like a little kid throwing a tantrum for attention, I had to do something to regain the two guy’s attention so I pulled off my skimpy top
and rubbed my tits as if they were covered in sand and I was cleaning them.
That did the trick, it got their attention! I slowed the rubbing motion and their eyes were now glued to my chest. My plan had worked and it brought a devious smile to my face, then to theirs.
All good things must come to an end however as one of their women saw what was going on and she barked in a not so pleasant manner at her man and like obedient puppy dogs, both the guys turned and shuffled back towards them, their heads down as if in guilt. Even from this distance, I could feel the look of anger coming from the eyes of the two women.
Oh well, so much for that. I returned my attention to the couple obviously fucking near the edge of the surf. Like a moth to a candle I walked closer to them, my curiosity greater than my caution and as they came into sharper focus, my feet froze.
The female was the one that Martin and I had seen outside the next door bedroom to ours, she had to be at least my age or greater, and the guy? It was Martin!
I did not really know how to handle this. Was I jealous? Not because it was my stepson necessarily, but more from me being extremely horny from teasing the two guys. I knew deep down, due to the fact that their female partners were right there, nothing could come from it, then anyway.
And here was my stepson, getting what, in my mind, was the real reason I wanted from this trip, sex with a stranger! God damn this woman, she was living my fantasy with an impressive young cock thrusting forcefully deep into her vagina! Like stuck in a state of suspended animation, I just stared at them, transfixed to see a couple having sex on a public beach with no one nearby batting an eyelid.
She was thrusting back at him more and more intently as Martin reciprocated, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Martin was peppering her neck and ears with nibbling pecks. Then he closed his hand around her upper breast and pulled her nipple with his fingers quite forcefully.
I shivered at the thought of someone doing the same to me. Her breathing, even noticeable from a distance, had changed to gulping in air, then she arched hard against Martin. My God, she had just climaxed. Martin froze, still holding her, but I wasn’t sure if he had climaxed as well. A few minutes passed and they were still locked together, her head now resting on her hand, catching her breath.
I could see Martin’s lower torso start almost imperceptibly to move again and the woman made a small whimpering sound. His slight movement was now interjected with an occasional thrust. On the second thrust, she raised her head, her arm reaching around so that her hand could force Martin’s arse to thrust harder. Her head turned and their lips connected and by the third thrust they were locked into a full embrace.
I watched as the crescendo built, first it was a spasmodic few thrusts but as the minutes passed, it was becoming more frantic. My right hand was now between my legs, rubbing my fully swollen clit.
I was not thinking that that was my stepson fucking, it was just odd to see this young man that I had raised as my own, pounding hard, long strokes into this mature woman, who was probably married.
She was back to gulping in air, her fingers digging into Martin’s bum. He definitely did not care if her nails were digging into him. I was getting turned on more and more as I stabbed my fingers as deep into my pussy as I could while rubbing my clit with my thumb and just a few strokes later my own orgasm washed over me.
A muffled screech came from her mouth as she arched her back at the same time Martin arched his and they both growled grunts in conjunction with each spasm of his tightening bum cheeks.
Their uncoupling was as if in slow motion, the woman dropping onto her back, her breasts, like two wobbling jellies jiggled about but settled down as she lay still, eyes closed, no doubt taking in the events of the last few minutes. Martin’s still swollen, but semi flaccid cock plopping out from between her upper thighs, a glistening string of goo reflecting in the bright sun.
The woman looked up and saw me staring in their direction and a smile broke across her face. She reached down and held Martin’s still ample cock, as if offering it to me. He turned his head in the direction of her gaze, a moment of confusion on his face, a split second of guilt, then a slight smirk as his eyes cascaded down the front of me taking in by breasts and seeing my hand still over my vagina.
An immediate flush of embarrassment came over me so I turned and made a quick dash back to my lounger, gathered my things together, wrapping a towel around me as I hurriedly made my way back to our room.
An hour later, my composure somewhat recovered, I was sitting on a chair on our patio when Martin came back in. When I had arrived back I thought of how I would deal with my embarrassment at being caught watching him having sex with a complete stranger, to finishing with how I was going to deal with Martin’s apparent voyeurism towards me.
Any thought of using the emotion of embarrassment on Martin was immediately dispelled when he walked in as he was completely naked, his cock swinging in front of him. He made absolutely no attempt to cover it up, in fact he was making it obvious he wanted me to see it close up.
I tried to look away, but he stood directly in front of me, his hunk of meat in my peripheral vision.
‘Martin, is it really necessary to hang that thing out in front of me?’ There was just a slight edge to my tone.
‘Why do you say that, is there something wrong with it?’ He was being immature and I was about to get defensive and lay down a few ground rules for our time here together.
‘Seriously Julie, I know that back home this would be considered all wrong, but the couple next door say we British are too hung up on nudity, that it is natural and we should not be ashamed of it. Don’t you agree? I mean, well, I saw you at the beach before and after you saw me.’
I could feel my face flush, where was he going with this?
‘What do you mean, before?’ I consciously wanted to avoid the incident involving my involuntary masturbation, and then getting caught.
‘Oh come on, it was obvious to anyone you were trying to get those two guy’s attention. I mean really, you made sure they got an eyeful every time you moved.’
‘What are you talking about?’ I was feigning ignorance.
‘Julie, you were right under the security cameras, that’s why that portion of the beach is almost empty and people who are on it are so noticeable.
Martin continued, ‘Tell you what though, you have nothing to be ashamed of, you are one amazing looking woman.’
I could feel myself blush, compliments have always worked with me.
‘And I was right, you do have great tits!’
Mental conflict now spun around in my head. It is one thing to have my stepson say I have an amazing body, but to actually point out my sexual assets put our relationship into uncharted waters now.
I could hardly think straight and an ‘uhm, thanks’ slipped out of my mouth as I was staring directly at his penis dangling in front of me.
He continued, ‘Most of the people around here seem to keep themselves bare down there, like you, do you think I should shave here as well?’ He said that as he rubbed his pubic hair.
God, what the hell does a mother say?
‘It is up to you…’
‘Then why did you do it?’
Am I really having this conversation with my stepson who is still standing just a couple of feet in front of me with a cock at least half again as big as his father?
‘It’s cleaner this way, and for appearances in a bikini.’
I hoped he would accept that explanation as telling him that there is nothing worse for a man than getting a mouthful of hair in his mouth and teeth as he licks you out is not something I want to explain to him.
‘Oh, so you were planning on being nude all along were you? Can I see?’
I was just slightly flustered, not only from the audacity of his question, but his cock seemed to be hardening a few feet away from my face!
‘Err, NO! For Christ’s sake, get that thing away from your mother!’ I was trying to sound authori
tative with a hint of disgust but he saw right through it.
‘I’m going into the whirlpool, you can join me if you want,’ he said with a slight laugh.
‘Thanks for the offer but I don’t really think that would be right,’ I said in a very matter of fact way.
It took twenty minutes to get the whirlpool warm enough before he climbed in and as he sat in it with his eyes closed, it did look relaxing and the swirling, bubbling water did cover him from the waist down.
What the hell, we don’t have one at home and it did look so tempting in there I thought to myself and if I wear my one piece swimsuit it would be okay to be in there with him, relaxing with a glass of wine before dinner.
Martin had a wide grin when he saw me place my full wine glass in the cup holder.
‘Don’t get your hopes up kiddo, I’m wearing my onepiece,’ I said smiling.