Literotic asexstories – Another Day at the Beach by subversivesex,subversivesex They’d spent the afternoon at the beach, taking too many photos of the picturesque landscape. Most people probably thought they were from out of town but Marge and her son Jimmy actually grew up there. The tourist season didn’t change plans for the locals too much, given it was only a small resort town. But when seasons changed and more people began to show up, it did give a small boost to the economy. So even the locals showed up in droves.
Marge and Jimmy blended right in. Jimmy’s mom wore her sun hat, and both of them wore their sunglasses. They parked away from the beaches, and walked along the roads in flip flops and with too many supplies: articles of clothing, extra towels, sunscreen and other accessories they’d never even end up using. Nobody knew who they were; just a couple on vacation.
Marge asked Jimmy to take various photos of her on the beach that she could post on social media. After all, she’d already photographed Jimmy climbing up the rock structures, running along the beach, and in lots of scenic photos her that imagination could think up. They were having a blast, and recording the memories. Nothing would be forgotten today.
Jimmy watched Marge as she walked down the streets ahead of him. He didn’t feel very confident taking the photos for her, but he obliged anyways. Not quite sure of the photography techniques and lighting that women on social media seemed to have a knack for, he did his best just to wait for the sexiest moment and snap a decent photo of her.
As the sky slowly darkened into dusk, they made their way back to their shared home. Jimmy shared the photos he had taken with his phone, and Marge nearly skipped with giddiness toward home. It was everything they’d hoped for.
They arrived home and went separate ways, putting things back where they belonged, and shaking the sand and the rest of the beach out of their clothes. Jimmy couldn’t help himself, though, and wanted to sneak a peek at what his mom had under that bikini he had been admiring all day long. He knew he still had the photos in his phone, but what was the harm of taking a closer look? She wouldn’t even know.
He’d just have to casually make his way toward the bathroom they shared and catch a glimpse as he passed. She’d be none the wiser. As he stepped carefully down the hall and snuck past the door, he realized he’d hit the jackpot! She was in her room, trying on a robe and snapping more selfies. Her body didn’t betray her age, despite all the time they’d spent in the sun over the years. Jimmy supposed that sunscreen was the key.
But his mom also maintained herself by going to the gym regularly. And with large helpings of breast from her great genetics, he had more than one of his past girlfriends that acted jealous of her. Jimmy, you’re always staring at your mom’s breasts, they’d accuse. But why not? They’re amazing.
Suddenly she turned with her back to him, and he knew he had to get out of the camera’s view. But not before he took in an eyeful of ass. He continued to move quietly down the hallway to the bathroom, and closed the door silently behind himself. He breathed a huge sigh of relief before tending to the erection he know found himself with. She couldn’t see him walk down the hall like this. He put an unused beach towel back on the shelf and then tried his best to hide his erection as he returned back down the hall.
When he passed her room again she was gone and he made his way past his own bedroom into the kitchen, where she was waiting on him for a snack. “You want some iced tea, Jimmy?”
“Sure, Mom,” and he hoped she didn’t see his eyes bulging out of his skull. He didn’t even remember sitting at the table because she was now wearing a nightgown that somehow made her breasts appear even larger than they were. And the full cleavage running down the middle had his heart pounding.
“That was a fun day today, wasn’t it?” she said as she set his tea in front of him.
Jimmy gulped at the closeness of her breasts, but avoided looking at her. It wasn’t until she sat down across from him that he tried to sneak another peek and hoped she didn’t catch his eyes wandering down to her breasts. He tried to maintain eye contact, but it was a struggle. Luckily she gave no sign of noticing.
They sipped their tea and chatted, and not before long they were off to bed. Per custom, Jimmy waited for his mom to do her nightly routine before he made his way to the bathroom for himself. As he passed his mother’s room, his heart dropped a little when he saw her bedroom light had already been clicked off.
But that also meant he could take his time in the bathroom, showering after the long day. His mother had the television in her room droning on, but that didn’t really bother him now. It had been background noise for as long as he could remember. She loved to watch her soap operas and other silly programs.
When he stepped out of the shower and toweled his body off, he took a second to admire the muscles that were beginning to show on his frame from going to the gym regularly now. He dried off his rippling chest and arms, down to his abs that were just starting to show. His cock hung semi-erect from the images of his mother still imprinted on his brain. He dried the rest of himself and tried again to bring down his excitement before returning down the hallway.
As he passed his mother’s doorway, he thought she had turned the light back on, but quickly realized as he peeked in that she was bathed in the light of the television. But he could see her now, and she was taking more selfies instead of actually watching the program that blared in her room.
He could see her laying on her back and fixing her breasts with one hand as she held the camera with the other hand, even though she didn’t really need the manual enhancement. Normally he’d continue on and let her do her thing, but what happened next froze him dead in his tracks. She turned the camera around and pointed it between her own legs, spreading them apart, and the short nightgown slid down to her hips. She reached her free hand down between her legs, and he could see her pulling her panty to one side.
Standing silently in the darkness of the hallway, Jimmy watched as his own mother spread her lips and touched her pussy. She probably assumed the noisy television was covering her indiscretions. Despite those sounds, he thought he could make out sounds of wetness as she rubbed herself, kicking out a leg in her presumed safe space to get herself even more comfortable.
Jimmy stood transfixed as she rubbed between her legs, stopping every so often to spread her outer labia wide, then presumably returning to the clit. She spread her lips for the camera. Who would get those pics? Jimmy wondered. She then began to rub herself more distractedly, and eventually set the phone down altogether.
Jimmy stood there quietly as and watched as his own mother rubbed her clit in front of him. But he was growing a firm erection and starting to find it hard to keep to himself. His teenage brain told him to have patience, that if he waited until she was at the peak of her pleasure, she wouldn’t mind interruption. So he stroked his cock as his mother bullied her clit with her finger. He was waiting for an orgasmic twist or scream, but his mother’s face didn’t show any sign of perturbance that he’d expected.
She must be practiced at this! He’d never heard her moan from her room, even in all of the years since his father had left. And now he realized why. She stroked herself with her fingers undisturbed, aside from the noise of the television. It helped cover her tracks extremely well with Jimmy home.
Suddenly her body stiffened. She kicked a leg up underneath her, lifting half her body into the air. Her breasts jiggled into place.
Jimmy couldn’t wait any longer, and was ready to make his move. He slipped into her room and stood between her bed and the loud television set. He was cast in shadow at the foot of her bed as he watched her come down from her orgasm. He tried to keep his voice calm as he spoke.
“Mom, what are you doing?” he asked innocently.
“Jimmy? Is that you? What are you doing here?” she asked as she snapped her legs shut and pulled her hand from between her legs.
“The same thing you are, Mom.”
“What? I’m just getting comfortable. It’s time for bed, dear.”
“But Mom, you woke me up. I can’t sleep now.”
“How could I…” she squinted as she thought she saw him moving his hand rapidly in front of her. “Jimmy, what are you doing?” she repeated.
He took his eyes off her body just long enough to notice her glasses on the nightstand. Was she blind? he wondered to himself.
She kicked her leg back out, forgetting her state and started to roll over to put on her glasses. She felt Jimmy put his knee on the bed and thought she saw him reaching for her glasses to help. I raised such a good boy. Shouldn’t have worried.
She smiled as made out her son’s slender figure in the dark rising over her, and she waited for him to retrieve her glasses from the nightstand a little more easily than she could herself. But suddenly she knew something was wrong when she felt the pressure on her vaginal opening. Not one to panic, she waited for him to reach over to her nightstand. Maybe what she felt was just an accident.
But he still hadn’t reached for her nightstand, and she felt the unmistakable pressure of penetration instead, thrusting into her now. “Baby, what are you doing?” she breathed heavily. Even as she asked the question, she knew she was about to make a mistake as she moaned audibly.
“I’m just giving you what you wanted, Mom.”
Since she couldn’t see him well and felt herself getting caught up in the moment, she wondered if the best response was just to enjoy it, and pretend like he was someone else entirely. An announcer on the television started in on some infomercial, and she wracked her brain for what to do.
Jimmy was focused on the wet smacking noises of her body, surprised that she hadn’t stopped him yet. He boldly reached up to squeeze one of her breasts, and he felt her hand on his buttocks, pulling him against her tightly. She locked her legs around his calves and he took the implication to keep pounding at her insides. He brought his face down to hers and tried to give her a passionate kiss.
She turned her head and he thought he heard her mumble, “No.” But he couldn’t be sure it wasn’t a groan until it didn’t matter anymore. Because when she turned her head back toward him, she sought out his mouth with her tongue sliding between his lips. “Oh, Johnny. It’s been so long. Fuck me good.”
“Dad?” Oh, you bitch, you don’t want me? Fine, I’ll just have to fuck you better than Dad. He began to ramp things up, pounding her more quickly. He saw that she was enjoying herself quite immensely now. He lowered his head to her nipple, flicking it with his tongue before slurping it into his entire mouth. He jiggled her massive mounds of flesh and she then reached up to caress the back of his head.
Suddenly, he pulled away, ceasing the pounding that was rocking the entire bed.
“Wait,” she pleaded to him. She reached over for her glasses on the nightstand, and could now see her son’s outline more clearly, even though he was dark.
“You don’t want me. You want Dad,” he said, with a child-like pout in his voice.
“Baby,” she soothed, “it isn’t right.”
But she could see his stubborn streak coming out, just like his father. He continued to stand there at the edge of her bed, the outline of his cock making her frantic for a workaround solution. He was still rock hard, but wouldn’t come back quite so easily.
“Can’t we just pretend like we’re strangers?” She reached out and playfully tapped his cock to make it bounce up and down. She got up and turned to face her ass away from the bed, but he wouldn’t take it.
“This isn’t what you want. So we should be done.”
Sometimes she thought he was too sensitive for his own good. “Baby, sit down. Please.”
He obliged, and she focused on the outline of his cock as he sat and it still stood upright. She moved in front of him, adjusting the glasses on her face. “Now I can see.”
“You can see what?” he asked doubtfully as his face remained in the shadow of the television.
“I can see that my son has a hard cock. And quite a beautiful body.” She traced her fingers over his abdomen and squeezed his manly chest with her hand.
“So? It’s not Dad’s.”
She placed a finger on his lips. “No baby. I want my son’s cock. And we can’t let anyone know.”
He grinned. “Not even my friends?” He was ready to play along now.
So she teased him more. “No, because then they’d wanna fuck your mom, too. We can’t have that.”
“You don’t want my friends’ cocks either?”
She paused for a moment, not sure how to answer. Then it came to her. “Let me try yours first, baby. We’ll decide the rest later on.” She stroked his cock with one hand, and he aggressively went for a mound of fleshy breast. Standing, they were easily bigger than his head. Each one. And he kneaded it firmly as he sucked the breast into his wet mouth. The flesh shook and jiggled as he played with them.
But his mother had her own plans. She knew this opportunity might not come again, so she swung a leg over and mounted her son’s lap as he continued to suckle her large breasts.
He didn’t realize it at first, but she began to guide him inside her with her hand, and recognized her warmth and wetness with wide-eyed surprise directed at her face.
“Baby, just let Mommy enjoy this, okay?” She slid up and down his slick shaft with her own movements.
Now he wasn’t going to be able to compete with Dad, pounding her insides furiously. He’d been interrupted from giving her that as she took control of his cock.
She pushed him back on the bed, and let a breast dangle into his mouth. He continued to suckle her as she flung her hips up and down on him.
Eventually, he let out a warning groan.
But she didn’t stop. Not yet. She couldn’t.
“Mom… it’s too much,” he admitted.
“It’s okay baby. Make Mommy cum. Give it to me.”
She placed her hands on his chest as if to hold him from trying to escape her. But her hips rocked and she just needed a little bit more…
“Oh fuck, Mom!”
“Yes, yes, yes,” her words trailed off as she was trying to save her breath. She felt him erupt inside her at her body began to tremble into her own orgasm. Her body was shaking uncontrollably with her son’s.
“Mom, I came,” he reiterated.
She nodded. “I know baby. I can feel you inside.”
He looked at her quizzically. “And we’re okay?”
“Yes, baby. I want my son’s seed.”
He’d filled her up, and neither of them had a trace of regret on their faces when it was all done.
She touched his face gently, wiping sweat from his brow and hair from his forehead. She leaned down to kiss him on the lips, then sat back again pushing her glasses against her nose.
“I think I need to get my vision checked again. I might’ve just fucked my son.” With that she lifted her leg off him and stood on wobbly legs. “You might wanna go back to your room before it happens again.”
He hopped up, grinned and hugged her from behind.
“You think your son would take advantage of you twice in a row?” he asked mischievously.
“Well if I know anything about teenagers and the ideas they come up with, yeah!”
He began to kiss her on the back and she felt his cock hardening against her rear end. “What kinds of ideas are those?” he asked.
She rolled her neck with her eyes closed and said “Can you imagine if your friends caught me like you did, or if they found me like this?” she asked.
He stopped kissing her back and squeezed a breast idly from behind. “Not really.”
“I’d have to sit them down and stroke each of their naughty little cocks while you show them what a real man can do to me,” she motioned like she was giving out a double handjob.
He was now poking around her undersides, just as she was hoping he would. “And teach them about the loving bond between mother and son?”
“That’s the idea of it, baby.”
“But what if they end up fucking their own moms?” He was inside her now, his cock hard like steel.
“Maybe they’d let you watch, too.”
“Well that wouldn’t be fair,” he said, squeezing her breast from behind.
“Why not?”
“Because my mom is the hottest of them all.”
“Oh, baby. You’re just saying that. Prove it.”
“Fine, but you’re gonna make me cum again.”
“That’s okay, I’ll bet I could suck my son’s cock and get it hard again.”
“Oh fuck, Mom,” sploosh. His seed splashed inside her again.
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