“Just take a seat dear and I’ll get everything ready,” Mom insisted. As much as I enjoyed being pampered like this it wasn’t our typical way, but she was in such a bubbly mood I decided to just go with it for now.
“Can’t wait to get out on the beach?” I guessed, trying to explain her giddiness.
“Pardon?” she asked.
“I’m just trying to figure out why you’re in such a great mood. I assume it’s because we haven’t been here in a while and you want to lay out on the beach.”
“You haven’t been here in a while,” Mom corrected. “Your dad and I come out a few times a year.”
“Then what is it?”
Mom’s face became flustered, but in a sweet, cute way.
“It’s just… what you said last night really took me by surprise, but once I got over that… well, never in a million years did I think I’d hear you talk like that about us. It meant a lot to me.”
It was interesting, almost amusing to me that Mom could so easily filter the part where I said our making love would have been the greatest night of my life from the part where I admonished her.
“I said it because I’ve insisted you be completely honest with me and that I’m holding myself to the same standard. Sometimes that will mean hearing things you like, but not always, like I still believe you’re a liar and a cheat. Some people would argue, ‘Once a cheater, always a cheater,’ and most times I would agree, but Dad seems to think you can convince me otherwise. The problem with that logic is that he thinks I’m only acting this way because I’m hung up over Melissa…”
“Aren’t you though son?” Mom interrupted. Her voice was surprisingly comforting and heartfelt, enough that I probably should have softened by my tone in response, but I was feeling too tightly wound by this point to hold back.
“The problem is that Dad thinks this is all about Melissa,” I repeated, “when the reality is that it’s about you. He doesn’t know you the way I do, he doesn’t know his wife is a liar and a cheat. And I don’t have the heart to tell him the truth, because he doesn’t deserve to hear that shit right now.”
Mom was visibly shaken but then I saw an impressive inner strength emerge as she straightened up in her chair to respond.
“James, there’s a lot you understand in this but at least as much that you don’t. For example, you don’t understand motherhood. The bond a woman forms with her child is something that goes beyond what she feels for anyone else, and it doesn’t end after nine months. I would gladly sacrifice my life for yours. Often times, married couples develop a similar bond, and in early days with your father I’m sure I felt the same way, but people change, and sometimes couples drift apart. But a mother’s love for her son never dies; if anything, it becomes even stronger.”
“Mom, of course I feel that bond with you too; I think it fair to say it goes both ways,” trying to sound more conciliatory now. “And as far as trying to understand you better, well, I guess that’s why I’m here.”
“Good James. I know I’ve hurt you, and hurt you even more through your Dad, but I’ve told you I don’t want that life anymore. That’s why I’ve already said told you things that I wouldn’t dream of telling Bryan. I’m hoping that if I come clean about all of this then you’ll trust me enough that we can move on.”
“Okay then, I’m all ears,” I said.
“How about you help me clean up first,” Mom said, as we’d both long finished our meals. “Then, if it’s alright with you, I wouldn’t mind heading out to the beach to talk. I know a nice, secluded spot where no one will bother us, and it’s too nice a day to spend indoors.”
We set out for the beach which, as I mentioned, was literally only a few minutes’ walk from the house, but Mom insisted we go to another area that few people knew of, a small cove that was more than half an hour away. It was well worth it when we got there, however, a strip of white sand hidden between the rocky coasts like some hidden gem.
“Hardly anyone ever comes here,” Mom beamed with satisfaction, “but I’ve been here several times with Byran. It’s not a nude beach, but if you don’t mind, I’d love to take this off.”
Mom was wearing a sleek, one-piece black swimsuit that already showed off a fair amount with its low back and scooped neckline. I wasn’t sure I was ready to see her naked, but I could tell she really wanted to take it off, so I gave in. And so I began setting up the bit of gear we brought with us, trying to avert my eyes of the incredible sight of Mom sliding the suit from her shoulders and pulling it all the way off. I still managed to catch a little from the corner of my eye, amazed at how sensual she was in removing her clothing even when not trying to be.
“Why don’t you join me, dear?” Mom asked. “No one is going to see.”
I turned around and faced Mom, using my beach blanket to hide my already growing erection, trying my best to act mature about all of this then some dumb teenager. Although I managed to keep eye contact with her, it was hard once again not to be in awe of her breasts. I’d had plenty of friends over the years who were practically obsessed with big breasts, and I had no doubt some of them would have dismissed Mom’s B cups for being too small, but if shape counts for anything then Mom’s were a work of art. Even at her age, they maintained a perfect tear drop shape, minus the tiniest amount of sag which, if anything, made them even more beautiful. All that capped with the sexiest protruding tanned nipples; I always knew Mom’s pretty face and ass were her best features but until recently I’d not realized how much I’d underrated her boobs.
“Mom, I…” I stammered.
“Oh come on dear, no need to be shy. “It’s just you and me.”
“It’s not shyness, Mom, its well… I learned a lot about myself these past few weeks, and one of them is that I’m extremely attracted to you. And if I take my trunks off, it’s going to be that much more obvious.”
“Come on James, that’s the last thing that should bother you,” Mom chuckled heartily in reply. “I know for a man your age getting a hard-on is about as normal as breathing… and about as easy too. Enjoy being able to get it up so quickly while you still can; it’s not going to be like that forever. Besides, for an old gal like me it’s a compliment to know that I can still turn on someone your age.”
“You’re not old Mom, at least not in any way that makes you less attractive.”
“Oh stop stalling and get naked,” she gaily laughed, sounding more flustered at my remark than I expected. “I’m not going to attack you our anything like that if that’s what you’re worried about.”
I put the beach blanket down, noting that Mom’s eyes had immediately moved to the tent in my trunks, and then slid off my remaining clothes. My cock was completely hard now, pointing straight at Mom like it was a diving rod and she was the pool of water to satisfy by dying thirst.
“My,” Mom impishly grinned with a look of approval, “you’re bigger than I thought.”
“Mom…” I began. “Being here with you, like this… I meant what I said before about needing to get my head on straight before doing anything physical, and frankly I don’t trust myself completely right now.”
“This place is pretty magical isn’t it?” Mom replied. “So romantic. I tried to get your dad to make love to me here a few times, but he was too self-conscious, worried that we’d get caught. And so I admit the thought of you fucking me with that delicious cock of yours sounds pretty wonderful right now.”
“Maybe we should go somewhere a little less tempting?” I suggested.
“We could have had sex last night, or this morning, or any other time we’re alone from now on, James,” Mom chuckled. “No, I can respect your wishes, and be strong enough for both of us if need be. And when the time is right, it’ll be right for both of us. It will make it that more special the first time.”
“Okay, fine then,” I replied, moving over to lie on the beach blanket I’d laid out.
“Do you need to… take care of that first?” Mom asked quizzically, motioning towards my still hard as steel dick. “I could go cool off in the water for a while if you want to be alone.”
“No, I’ll be fine.” Blue balls wasn’t something I really had a problem with, and I knew that once we got to regular talking my erection would eventually relax on its own. Mom and I got settled in on our beach towels, and surprisingly relaxed with how things were going. I even felt good about the whole erection scene with Mom, as Dad had told me several times about all the anxiety she was going though, worried that I didn’t find her attractive. Well, I was certain those concerns were now put to rest, as Mom seemed noticeably more at ease. I liked and believed what she said about waiting for me when it came having a sexual relationship. I felt like I’d established some boundaries with her that bode well for the future.
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