“Oh yeah, check way in the back,” said Christina, standing back up. “It’s been a while since I’ve used it.”
“I will mom, don’t worry,” he replied. Matt pushed his crotch forward harder, grinding against his mom and pushing her over against the counter. He reached up into the cabinet, and felt his mom push back slightly, sending waves of pleasure shooting through his cock.
For a minute, this continued, with the two of them dry humping against each other like it was the most normal, natural thing in the world. There was almost an unspoken condition in the air of the contact being okay, but only as long as both of pretended that it wasn’t happening.
“Do you think it might be off to the side, mom?” asked Matt. He had grabbed his mom’s waist with one of his hands by this point, and was pulling her into him and pumping himself against her rhythmically.
“Ooh, yeah, it might be,” said Christina. “Check in deeper, as deep as you can go.”
Matt was letting himself be sucked into the encounter, and it felt almost as though it was some type of erotic vortex. He quit pretending, and let his other hand slip into his mom’s robe and begin fondling her breast. He began thrusting his cock into her ass, dry fucking her intent on one thing and one thing alone.
“Mmm,” said Christina. “Okay honey, I don’t think you’re going to find it. I’ll just have to use a different pan.”
She pulled away from him, leaving Matt feeling disappointed and as though he had been only seconds away from coming. He sighed, and then went and sat down on the table, feeling his erection aching for release.
“How does eggs and bacon sound?” asked Christina.
“Fine mom,” he said. “That’s just fine.”
There was a strange tension on the air as Matt ate breakfast. His mom continued to busy herself in the kitchen, bending down and letting her robe fall about in way that seemed like she was almost trying to flash him intentionally.
Eventually, Christina went upstairs, and came back down wearing tight, tiny booty shorts and a workout bra. Matt began to feel frustrated at just how much of a tease his mother was being, though at the same time it was hard for him to deal with the guilt and shame he felt in being turned on by her.
“Do you mind if I do my new workout in here, sweetie?” she asked. “It should only take a half hour or so…”
“No, go right ahead, mom,” he replied.
Matt had seen his mom workout before, but nothing could have prepared him for the routine she began following on the TV. It was a dance exercise program, with a focus on a type of dancing that Matt thought was only done in crowded, dingy strip clubs and bachelor parties.
Christina started by swinging her hips around in a circle. She was facing away from her son, and Matt could see her butt bouncing around in a clearly sexual fashion. His cock was almost painful with its need for release, and he couldn’t resist massaging it through one of the pockets of his shorts.
She moved into the next part of the routine, dropping down to the floor and crawling along it, and then twisting and opening her legs up. There was so much exposed, milky white flesh in his mom’s body, and he found himself trying to burn the sight of it into his memory.
Finally, Christina moved into what seemed to be the last segment. It mostly involved her jiggling her chest, and pushing her big boobs around in a way that was clearly designed for seduction.
“Do you mind joining in for the end, honey?” she asked.
Matt jumped when he heard her voice. He was surprised, but very eager.
“Of course, mom,” he said.
“Alright, just sit down on the couch and be still,” she said. “Try not to think of me as your mom while I’m doing it, that would make it weird.”
He took a seat, and his rock hard cock seemed to immediately point up against his shorts and towards her, as though it were a heat seeking missile. Christina smiled, and began dancing over him. She slid her body down his crotch, rubbing herself on him, and ending by taking her boobs and pushing them into his hardness.
It felt amazing, and Matt began to worry that he might end up in a very compromising situation. His mom moved into the next part, turning away from him and dropping her butt down onto his cock, rubbing it into him and squeezing him with her cheeks.
Matt found that his hands were wandering up his mom’s body, almost involuntarily, coming to a rest on her perfect tits. She began to gyrate on top of him, and that was too much for him to take. He blew his load in his shorts, letting out a quiet moan as he did.
“Matt, are you okay?” asked his mom. “Please don’t tell me that you-“
“I’m fine mom, I uh, just have to go take a shower!” Matt jumped up from his seat and ran upstairs, his face bright red with embarrassment.
“Well make it a quick one,” she said. “We’re going to the beach today, remember?”
Matt remembered all too well.
CHAPTER 2
After finishing up his shower and changing into his swimsuit, Matt climbed into the passenger seat of his mom’s sedan. She was sitting behind the wheel, wearing a flirty sun dress and a smile.
“This is going to be so much fun!” she said. “I’ve been overheated all day. A swim is exactly what I need.”
“Yeah mom, I agree.”
There was another reason why Matt was going, and he felt a little bad about it. His mom had bought a new bikini in the spring, and he had overheard her talking to his father about how tiny it was. He’d never seen her wear it, and his curiosity was getting the better of him.
“I picked out a new beach for us to check out today,” said Christina. “I hope you’re okay with it.”
“Yeah, sure,” said Matt. “I didn’t realize there were any they we hadn’t been to around here.”
“It’s kind of a town secret,” she said. “It caters to a more open minded crowd.”
Matt felt his cock stir within the thin confines of his swimming trunks.
“Is it…a nude beach, mom?” he asked.
“Oh no, of course not honey,” she said. “Well…not really. I’m sure some people there might decide to swim nude, but it’s not mandatory or anything.”
Christina pulled onto the road that the beach was on. It was a little off the beaten path, and the area they were in was not one that Matt was very familiar with. As they drove down towards the parking area, the car passed a group of girls making their way over to the shore.
They were all dressed in provocative summer clothing, and appeared to be about his age or only just slightly older. And all of them had hot, nubile bodies. Matt felt himself getting very excited at what they day held in store for him.
“Are they your type, sweetie?” teased his mom.
“Mom!”
“It’s fine, you can tell me if they are.” Christina turned towards him and winked. “I know you’re a teenage boy, you must get urges sometimes.”
“I, it’s none of your business!” he said, blushing.
“Oh, relax sweetie.” His mom reached her hand over and rubbed his thigh. It seemed like she meant it to jest be a motherly gesture, but Matt’s cock interpreted it differently. He felt himself stiffening rapidly, and tried with all his might to relax his lower half before he popped a hard on right against his mom’s hand.
“I’ve seen how you look at the girls before,” she said. “I was one of the girls being looked at before, you know.”
Matt found himself shifting his crotch involuntarily, angling it up and pushing into his mom’s fingers. He realized that he was blushing deeply, completely ashamed of his apparent need for release.
“You still get looked at pretty often, mom,” he whispered. “I should know…”
“Really, Matt?” she said. Her fingers gripped around his cock absent mindedly as she spoke his name.
“I mean, I don’t mean to, but sometimes…” He tried to think of an innocent way to phrase it. “It just happens.”
“I’m your mother, you need to keep that in mind.”
Christina’s hands were now stroking his member up and down through the fabric of his swim shorts. “It would be a dirty, nasty thing for you to forget.”
She parked the car, and moved her hand off him to shift it into park, just in a nick of time. Matt was right up on the verge of cumming, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Things were getting very weird, and the conflict raging inside of him made him feel hot and bothered and ashamed, all at the same time.
“Come on Matt, are you going to help me carry the stuff?”
Christina was at the back of the car pulling things out of the trunk. They had brought some blankets with them, along with towels, a folding chair, and an inflatable raft. Matt walked over, doing the best he could to disguise his erection, and grabbed some of the stuff.
He followed his mom as she walked across the street and over to the beach. There was a small strip of trees that they had to walk through, blocking off the sandy shore from the view of cars driving by. On the other side of it, he saw that most of the beach was empty, with only a few people set up.
They walked down a little ways, arriving at a nice, secluded spot with an area of clean sand. Matt set his stuff down, and his mom took the big blankets and their towels and spread them out. The end result was a nice little beach camp, and Christina seemed proud of her work.
“This is perfect!” she announced. “Oh honey, I’m so glad that you came with me.”
“Yeah, me two, I just wish that…” Matt trailed off in midsentence as he looked over at his mom. She was stripping her outer clothes off, and for the first time, he was able to get a nice look at her bikini. It was tiny, barely covering anything more than just the absolute off limits part of her body, and if anything, seemed to give her a more seductive look than even if she’d been naked.
“What do you think?” asked Christina. She walked towards Matt and did a quick pirouette. Matt had to work to keep his jaw from dropping. He could feel his erection springing back in full force, and was acutely aware of just how badly he wanted to do terrible, terrible things to his own mother.
“Oh wow mom,” he said dumbly. “It uh, it really fits you.”
Christina seemed to be pleased by the effect she was having on her son. She walked closer to him, and rubbed his shoulder. Matt could feel the heat emanating off her body and had to fight to keep from grabbing at her perfect tits, and rubbing his cock against her.
She smiled, as though pleased by his response, and wrapped her arms around Matt’s neck. He felt himself wanting so badly to lean in, to kiss her, and to do more than that, and his mom was acting like she was completely oblivious to his desire, and the torture she was putting him through.
“Ooh, whoops, I think I forgot about one thing!” said Christina. She turned away from Matt and bent over to take something out of her bag, inadvertently pushing her butt up against his crotch. It felt amazing, and Matt had to focus on his breathing in order to keep from blowing in his shorts.
His mom turned back to him with a bottle of suntan lotion in her hands, with an expectant look on her face.
“It’s hot out today,” she said. “We don’t want to get burned, do we?”
Matt smiled at her and shook his head no, feeling like a horny animal about to lose control.
CHAPTER 3
Christina handed him the bottle, and then lied down flat on top of one of the towels. The angle helped Matt get a good look at her butt, which seemed to be perfectly sized, and taut. It almost called to him, and as he crouched down next to her, an urge to mount her backside and begin pushing his cock against it materialized in his head.
He tried to force it away, feeling a mixture of guilt and shame over it. She was his mother, and it was something that he couldn’t let himself forget. Strangely, the more he thought about their familial relationship, the harder his dick seemed to throb and the more sexual the situation seemed.
“Go ahead, do it,” said Christina. “I really want to make sure I don’t end up with a sunburn.”
“Alright mom,” said Matt. “This might be a little cold.”
He squirted some of the lotion into his hand. It smelled of coconuts, and he rubbed it between his palms to warm it up before gently setting his hands down on his mom’s perfect, milky white skin.
“Oh yeah, that feels good,” moaned Christina. “I’ll take care of you after too honey, don’t worry.”
Matt was worried. He was worried because, as his hands began to rub across his mom’s shoulders, he felt his hips angling towards her. He was worried because as he leaned forward to make sure his mom’s neck was covered, the tip of his hard cock brushed against her and it felt so good that he almost immediately came in his pants.
“Yeah, there you go honey,” said Christina. “Be sure to rub the cream in nice and deep. Don’t worry, you don’t have to be gentle.”
Matt moved onto her back, being careful and deliberate with the movement of his hands. He shifted himself, straddling over his mom so he could get a more convenient angle. At first, he did his best to keep a buffer of air in between his crotch and her butt.
His mom’s body seemed to have a magnetic pull of its own, and he found himself moving forward and slowly dropping down, until his cock finally made contact with her soft flesh.
“Go ahead baby,” whispered Christina. “You have to make sure I’m covered.”
“Okay mom, I will,” said Matt. He let his hands inch across the side of his mom’s torso, all the way up to the edge of her soft breasts.
“Here, maybe this will help you,” said Christina. She reached behind her and undid the tie of her bikini. Matt felt his mind fogging over, and his hands seemed to be instantly drawn towards his mom’s tits, almost against his will.
“Oh, you are really thorough now, aren’t you?” Christina giggled. Matt couldn’t hold his hips up any longer, and let them lower down against his mom’s soft butt. His rock hard cock nestled right in between both cheeks, and Matt let out a faint sigh as warm pleasure slowly began to tingle through his groin.
“Honey come on, don’t get distracted,” said Christina. “You still have to finish.”
“You’re right mom, I do,” said Matt. He pushed his hands even further forward and around her body, until they were gliding across the flesh of his mom’s breasts, almost coming into contact with her nipples.
Christina let out a soft moan, and Matt slowly began to move his hips, grinding his hardness against her perfect, soft butt and groping at her breasts lewdly. It was the worst thing that he had ever done, Matt realized, but it was almost as though he couldn’t stop himself. His dick had gotten ahold of his mind, and he couldn’t stop until he found release.
Christina coughed, and then rolled over underneath him. She managed to cover up her tits just in time to keep Matt from seeing her nipples, but the sight of his mom using her arm as a bra was more than erotic enough to turn him on even further.
“Alright,” said Christina. “I can do the rest.”
Matt nodded, feeling a little disappointed. Christina quickly put her bra back on, and then surprised her son by picking up the bottle and gesturing for him to lie down on the towel.
“Your turn,” she said.
She had a coy smile on her face hat caused Matt’s cock to ache with anticipation. He lied down on his stomach, finding it a little uncomfortable to get his rod into a good position, and Christina went to work.
“Ooh, your back muscles are so strong,” she cooed. The lotion was cold, but somehow, his mom’s hands still felt incredibly hot against his skin. She had given him many backrubs before when he was younger, and he was torn between the tenderness and the sexual undertone of the gesture.
“My big boy has such nice muscles,” whispered Christina. She brought one of her hands all the way down his back and ran it along his waistline, slipping one of her fingers underneath the band of his swim suit, an action which Matt found incredibly arousing.
“Alright, now flip over,” she said. Matt hesitated for a moment before rolling ont
o his side, and then onto his back. His erection protruded up too blatantly to hide, and Christina smiled as she caught sight of it.
“Oh no, did I do that?” she giggled. “Well, let me get this over with quick so you don’t have to suffer.”
She began to rub up and down Matt’s chest, with every touch of her soft hands causing him to twitch with hot, sensual desire. One of her hands wandered lower, and lower, and Matt did his best to stay calm.
“Matt,” whispered Christina. “I should do your legs, too.”
She reached one hand up his thigh, and continued up through the open leg of his swimsuit, wrapping her hand around his cock. Matt gasped out loud, and felt his dick begin to surge as his mom started stroking him up and down with her slick, lotion covered hand.
“Shhh,” she whispered. “Don’t say anything, sweetie, this will be our little secret.”
Matt glanced down the beach, hoping it would still be as clear as it had been before, and caught the eyes of one of the attractive women he had seen earlier. She was wearing a tiny bikini that barely covered any of her flesh, and watching what was going on with Matt and Christina intently.
“Mom,” moaned Matt. “I think, there are people-“
“Shh,” said Christina. “Just let mommy take care of you honey, remember what I said.”
She began to pump his cock faster, and faster. Matt was pushing his hips up to meet each of her strokes, feeling an almost overwhelming pleasure spreading up from his crotch. It felt so good, and so bad at the same time, and the fact that the entire scene was being watched pushed him over the guilty, illicit edge.
He began to cum, spraying his white, hot load out into his swimsuit and all over his mom’s hand. Christina smiled at first, but then a strange look formed in her eyes, almost as though she couldn’t believe what she had just done. Matt couldn’t believe it, either.
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