True story: Milestone – part 2
She coughed up a grunt. On the second thrust, she raised her head, her arms around Mark’s neck. 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 few oscillations to every thrust, but as minutes passed, it was down to one each.
My one hand was now between my legs, rubbing my fully swollen clit.
I was not thinking from the stand point that that was my son fucking, it was just a cock that should be in here…as I stabbed as deep into my cunt as I could while rubbing my clit with my thumb.
Any pretense of him oscillating his hips were now gone…he was just pounding, hard and long strokes as deep as he could into her.
She was back to gulping air, her fingers digging into Mark’s shoulder. He definitely did not care.
Just a few strokes later, could have been more but my own orgasm washed over me, a unfiltered screech came from her mouth as she arched her back at the same time my son arched his and growled grunts in conjunction with each spasm of his tightening ass cheeks.
I came with the thought of each jettison of that man gunk spraying the inside of my womanhood.
Their uncoupling was as if in slow motion, the woman dropping her suspended legs back into the surf. My son’s, still swollen, but semi flaccid, cock plopping out from between her thighs…a glistening string of goo reflecting in the bright sun.
The woman saw me; a smile broke across her face. She reached down and held my son’s still ample cock as if offering it to me.
Mark turned his head in the direction her attention, 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.
My hand was still between my legs…the bottom of my swimsuit nowhere near me.
An immediate flush of embarrassment came over me.
I turned and made quick movements to the shore…my bottoms had washed up to the waters edge, I just grabbed them and a towel to wrap around me as I hurriedly made my way to our room.
An hour later, my composure somewhat recovered, I was sitting on a chair when Mark came back in. The previous hour had started with dealing with my embarrassment to finishing with how I was going to deal with Mark’s apparent voyeurism.
Any thought of using the emotion of embarrassment on Mark was immediately dispelled when Mark walked in.
He was completely naked. His relatively large cock just swinging in front of him.
He made absolutely no attempt to cover up; in fact he was making it a point to give me total views of it.
I tried to look away, but he stood directly in front of me, his hunk of meat in my peripheral vision.
“Mark…is it necessary to hang that thing out in front of your Mother?” There was just a little of an edge to my tone.
“Why do you say that, is there something wrong with it?” He was being sarcastically immature. I was about to get defensive and lay the Mom thing on him.
“Seriously Mom…I know that back home this would be considered all wrong, but next door, they say we 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…uh, 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.
“Come on Ma, it was obvious to anyone you were trying to get those two guys attention. I mean really, you made sure they got an eyeful every time you moved”.
“What are you talking about?” I was feigning ignorance.
“Mom, you parked yourself right under the security cameras”.
Oh shit…that is why the portion of the beach is almost empty.
Mark continued, “tell you what, you have nothing to be ashamed about…you are one hot looking chick”.
I could feel myself blush…apparently compliments work.
“By the way, told you that you have nice tits!”
Ugh…mental conflict spun in my head. All for compliments…but it is one thing to have my kid say I am a hot looking chick, but to actually point out sexual assets…never mind, stroked ego over decency every time.
A “uhm…thanks” slipped out of my mouth. Not realizing I was staring directly at his penis dangling in front of me.
He knew it, “Most of the people around here seem to keep themselves bare down there, like you,” so much for keeping the after out of this conversation “do you think I should shave it off?”
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 son…who is standing just a couple of feet in front of me with a cock at least half again as big as his Father?
“It is cleaner this way…and for appearances” Should have said something about appearance in my swimsuit or underwear…didn’t have a chance though.
“Oh…you were planning on being nude…I must get it from you. Can I see?”
I was just slightly flustered…not only from the audacity of his question, but the implication apparently was causing blood to rush to his extremity. I actually think he might be as large as my ex-lover…
“Err…NO…for Christ’s sake, Get that thing away from your Mother”. Tried to sound authoritative with a hint of disgust…he saw right through it.
“I’m going into the whirlpool…you can join me if you want” he said with slight laugh.
“Don’t really think that would be right…but thanks for the offer.” I said in a very dilatory way.
Took him twenty minutes to get the whirlpool up to temp before he climbed in…it did look relaxing and the swirling, bubbling water did cover him pretty much.
Ah…what the heck, we don’t have one at home…I’ll wear my swimsuit…he is under the water. A glass of wine and relax.
Mark had a shit eating grin when he saw me place my full wine glass in the cup holder.
“Don’t get your hopes up kiddo…I am wearing my suit” I said jovially.
Then I remembered that my Suit was sent down with the laundry and I would not get it back until the morning.
Ah shit…”Mark…turn your head and do not look” I said with authority and meant it.
I dropped my robe and started to climb in…Mark was looking the other way. At my totally nude reflection on the window! I slid into the water.
“Damn Mom…you are even better up close!”
“Don’t get any ideas, kid” even though a warm flush coursed through my body.
Caught him checking our my tits every once in awhile but it did not bother me too much, could have been the wine taking affect or maybe I just did not care as our conversation went from banal to the event of the day.
“You didn’t waste anytime meeting the neighbors did you?” this was precipitated by my curiosity and knew it would lead to where I wanted to go.
“Nope, right after you left to sit on the beach, George from next door came over. Just to let you know…he was looking for you. Since you were already gone, he invited me over” Mark emphasized the “he was looking for you” part.
“So I took him up on it” Mark was in story telling mood, as if he was discussing a camping trip, “When I told him I was only seventeen, but would be eighteen in a few days, he said that in this country sixteen is the magic number”.
“What do you mean?” Was that the age of majority or just as far as sex goes?
“Girls can get married at twelve with court permission, fifteen without. Guys at fourteen with court permission and at sixteen anything goes”.
“So… was that woman?” my curiosity was pegged.
A big smirk came across his face, “You mean Mary Anne?”
“What do you mean? There was more than one?” had trouble controlling my emotion, my son is a frick’n slut? Not even contemplating the fact I was sitting with my naked kid with my naked body inches from his oversize dick. Ok…maybe I was aware of it.
“Uh…yeah…but Mary Anne was the one I was with when you saw me”.
“Who is she? Thought she looked a little old for you.”
“Not really…she is only four or five years older than you”.
If this was a compliment…it worked.
Mark continued unfazed as to the shot of adrenaline that weaved from my glands to my bottom, “She is a school teacher from our state believe it or not…always dreamed about doing a teacher,”
I think everyone has had that fantasy at one time or another; personally had a crush on my English teacher in High School…but our ages were much closer. Let’s see eighteen and forty-four or forty-five…I could feel my pores open up in my vagina at the thought.
“Mary Anne had her boobs done awhile back and wanted an adventure before she got too old…guess I was or am part of it”.
Damn…did that hit a spot of understanding! Not the boob part, but the last dance concept. Maybe I have a few years. “Is that it?”
“Pretty much…unless you want the details” Apparently he wanted to go that route because he just continued not waiting for my response.
He explained how as soon as he went next door, Mary Anne came and introduced herself as the one we both saw at the gate and asked about what the relationship was between him and me. Turned out that she also was on a similar vacation, she was there with her daughter, Crystal. Mark explained that he and I did not have that type of relationship. Apparently Mary Anne responded with a “too bad”.
I wondered for a second if Mark was really repeating her or was expressing wishful thinking. After an initial flush feeling…I internally admonished myself for thinking that way.
Mark continued as to how Mary Anne convinced him to “bare all”, which wasn’t too hard as once he looked around he knew he would not be embarrassed. But when he took his swimsuit off, she got all google eyed and after swiping his suit away from him she kind of embarrassed him by calling attention to his private parts in front of everyone. It dawned on Mary Anne at that point she had to make him comfortable.
She took Mark to a slightly more private area, the area where the privacy cameras could be seen. He recognized me at the beach and pointed me out to her. Mary Anne told him that I was hot and if he had ever thought about he and I having sex.
Unconsciously I leaned forward in anticipation of what his response was…don’t think he noticed, I didn’t myself. I wondered if my daughter and I would be this candid about this stuff…had to be a first for a Mom and son.
He said that he mumbled an answer, whereas Mary Anne took that as a yes and instead of giving him a chance to refute her, she animatedly pointed to my actions as being in need of a good fucking. Based on the video. The whole time, Mary Anne was fondling his penis.
“Mom, to be honest…watching you, listening to Mary Anne, her doing what she was doing to me…well, when Mary Anne stood up and sat on me…I could only hold out so long.”
I wondered if he was implying that I had anything to do with his reaction.
It had happened so quickly, Mary Anne did not have enough so she asked him if he had ever-felt fake boobs before and let him investigate with his hands, his mouth, and one thing led to another…they ended up out in the surf where I saw them.
“Who were the other ones?” Not only my libido was stoked, so was my nefarious curiosity.
“Only one…it was Denise”. He sounded like that was going to be it, but I was not going let it stop now.
“So…explain Denise” I was adamant in getting a response.
Mark hesitantly began; Mary Anne and he had gone back to festivities at the resort after their extracurricular activity in the water when Mary Anne was summoned to the office for a phone call. Mary Anne handed him off to Denise to complete the tour…Denise was interesting in that it was the first time he had actually been around a pregnant naked female. He said that even though she was showing pretty good, she told him that she was in her seventh month; she also had a very sexy aurora around her.
Mark wondered out loud whether or not Denise not being much older than him, she was maybe in her mid-twenties and had a gorgeous face. Anyway, Denise told him that she was on her delayed honeymoon, patting her belly as if that was the condition needed for the honeymoon.
Then she just flat told him she was going to have sex with him. He worried that he might hurt the baby…but Denise did something no other one had done to him. She went down on him.
“Holy shit!” escaped from my mouth, the thought of almost eight inches of cock in my throat stunned me. No way she could take the whole thing.
“Really Mom…took a few times…but she actually got the whole thing in her mouth. I…I could actually feel my…my cock in her throat. She put my hands on her neck so I could feel it going in and out!” Mark said excitedly…I moved my leg over one of his and accidentally rubbed his cock…I wanted to hesitate…shit, I wanted to feel it, see it…but, I did not.
I wondered what it would feel like in my throat…and I have only given maybe ten or so blow jobs in my life.
“Yep… could not hold back…right down her throat!” he was really excited about this.
He said that Mary Anne never came back and Denise needed to do something so he started back here. Where he ran into Crystal, Mary Anne’s daughter.
Even though he was naked…his suit disappeared, Crystal was fully clothed and just coming back from a sight seeing trip. This did not bother her at all.
Mark’s tone changed…I surmised that Crystal made a different impression.
He told me that Crystal was roughly his age and just had a fantastic personality.
So why didn’t he pursue her I thought…was he worn out?
In the next statement the reason became apparent, Crystal was at her time of the month and the resort does not allow the “Clothing optional” thing during that time.
Then he announced that he told Crystal he would like to sight see too.
Tomorrow they are going to the caves on the other side of the island.
Good I thought, maybe I can take advantage of that…my vagina moistened at the thought, my brain switching back to horny mode.
“So Mark, does a fake boob feel any different from a real one…of the same size?” It was a spontaneous question coming from the flash in my head of Mark talking about Mary Anne’s. Subconsciously I might have had an ulterior motive, but it was not dawning on me.
“Uh?…uhm, don’t know…never really compared them”, but Mark’s eyes betrayed him, he focused on the top of my tits. I obliged and raised my chest out of the water.
Knew full well this was wrong, but slid forward pulling Mark’s bent left leg between my spreading thighs while at the same time putting his hands on my tits.
His jaw dropped and for a moment thought he was going to pull back.
“They’re just tits Mark…what do you think…are they the same?” Can’t believe I was doing this, trying to even sound clinical. I wanted him to fondle, squeeze, twist,…hell I was ready to fucking rape him!
He tentatively squeezed…then a bit more, the apprehensive look on his face turned to a more serious look…he was getting into it. My nipples yearned to be pulled…he did.
I slid a little closer, Mark’s chin touched my cunt…a shock ran through my body making me jerk suddenly. My leg mashed against his balls and cock…sonofabitch…me being the bitch…in heat on top of that. I started reaching for that cock…completely ambivalent as to what I was about to do to my own son.
Then the phone rang…the loud ring breaking through the fog of desire, the moment broken.
Still I jumped out of the tub without a thought of humility…my naked body totally exposed to my son…I did not care.
Until I picked up the phone and morality slammed me in the head. It was my husband, Mark’s father. I covered up with a towel as if there were eyes in the phone. The thought of getting caught by my husband with our son sent shivers through me.
Mark on the other hand, had no vestige of humility, he climbed out, dried off, and throwing the towel in a corner then sat spread eagle in a chair facing me. That wondrous cock was in full display.
My husband inquired into how our trip was going, if we had settled in. It dawned on me that Mark and I had only been here one day…seemed a lifetime ago, no that we had two different lives.
Then he asked if Mark and I had anything exciting planned together. I lied and told him nothing yet instead of saying, “I was minutes away from fucking our son’s eyes out”. Then he asked to talk to Mark.
When I handed the phone to Mark…he kind of blocked me in between the wall and the bed. I could not get around him unless I touched him.
He saw that I was a little nervous about being that close…especially him being naked, me being naked under a towel, and his dad on the phone inches away. He was also expressing that smart-ass smirk as he listened to what ever his dad was saying.
Knowing that I could not move without disrupting the conversation, I relaxed slightly.
Mark caught that immediately and his had thrust under the towel grasping my left tit.
To resist would have been futile and my surprised body jerk caused the towel to fall to the floor.
He kneaded, then squeezed, slowly pulling towards my nipple.
He turned to his right…his cock was right there…it was rigid.
I fought the urge to grab it…did I want to push it away…or was I going to return the favor.
I returned the favor…his body jerked in response to my mouth encapsulating the end of his dick. A head so big, it stretched my mouth.
How in the hell did Denise get this monster all the way in? The thought that this was my son’s dick…coupled with the knowledge he was on the phone with his dad…the taboo of the whole situation overcame any thought of physical limitation.
The end of his cock was now at the back of my mouth, my thorax slowly spreading as I pulled him further in. The body of his wonderful cock entered my larynx…moving down my throat.
I had to breath, released just enough to let the air from my nostrils pass into my lungs, and then plunged that whole sausage deep into my throat. My lips buried into his pubic hairs.
Ah ha! Had that fucking huge cock of my son entirely in my body! Morality be damned…it was mine.
My senses were all encompassing around that huge dick in my mouth, but as if in a different room a I could hear one side of a conversation.
“Yea dad…yea I know Mom is a hot looking woman”
“Don’t worry…uh (he humped my throat), I’ll take care of her”. Mark held my head with one hand and thrust three or four times, his cock reaching the end of my throat on the pull back and then pushing deep into my throat.
I have never deep throat ed anyone, at least not like this…but my hunger for his cock, over came any resistance.
“Dad…I will give her what she needs…yea, yea…uhm” Mark froze and a hot string ejected from his cock almost straight into my stomach.
I caught my breath in each stroke…more strings, all but one deep within me. The last emptied in my mouth, salty, thick, and yet creamy…only the second time in my life that I tasted semen after the first time when I told myself never again. Now I wanted more.
That minute delay in the phone conversation apparently did not register to my husband as Mark finally broke his silence, “Yea sure dad…I’ll put her back on…she just had some cream, give a sec to swallow”.
Then handed me the phone.
It was short…he would not be able to make it at all and take care of Mark just like he asked Mark to take care of me.
The first day of my vacation was almost over.
Parent Post: Milestone – by iamscrwd
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