Just a regular Pt. 01

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Just a regular mum.

I’m just an ordinary single mum, I was in my early forties, divorced, and have two kids. My daughter was twenty one and had just finished university, and my son was just eighteen, and waiting for his college results to determine which university he could attend.

As we all had some free time I suggested that we might like to get a late deal on a holiday and get away together somewhere. Both the kids looked kind of sceptical at that, and at their ages it was obvious why, so I told them both that we were all adults and if either or both of them came on holiday and got ‘fixed up’ then I would be ok with that. I said that I expected the same consideration from them. We agreed to give it a go, and I agreed to look for the holiday deal.

It really didn’t take very long, and I could hardly believe what I found. There was a deal available to a Greek island, the same Greek island that I went to with my then boyfriend, later my husband, the first time I ever went on holiday without my parents. The deal was even to the same hotel!

I was in two minds at first, there would be memories, I was now divorced, it had been amicable, we were still friends, we even had a drink together now and again, but still, that particular holiday held a lot of memories for me. I talked to my daughter, Janet, about it, she told me not to be silly, she wanted to see the place where I’d first gone with her father. So I booked two rooms. One for her and myself, and one for Jason.

I’m five feet six, 34-22-34, I have shoulder length brown hair, I go to a yoga class once a week and the gym two or sometimes three times a week to do a little workout and a good long swim. I’d like to think I am pretty fit for my age. Janet has a slightly fuller figure than me, well, certainly bigger boobs! But she is very fit. She’s also about four inches taller. Jason is more my size, just two inches taller than me, not a big lad, but still growing!

We went shopping. The usual sort of pre-holiday shopping trip. Sun cream, aftersun cream, sandals, and of course new bathing costumes. I picked out a rather boring (according to Janet) bikini, which was immediately vetoed by my daughter as being too ‘fuddy duddy’! She picked me out another, which I just agreed to as we were running out of time.

Once we were home I tried it on and nearly died of embarrassment, it covered absolutely nothing! The back of the bottoms consisted of nothing but a thin string, the front was about a three inch triangle, and the bra top was a couple of two inch triangles held together by string. Janet and I were in my bedroom where I tried it on.

“I can’t wear this, it’s obscene!”

“Don’t be daft, you’ll be topless on the beach anyway, but you definitely need to shave your pubes! Anyway, it’s much bigger than mine!” She laughed as she left.

A few minutes later she walked into my bedroom wearing the costume she’d bought for herself. She may as well have been naked. The bikini was similar to mine, but smaller, you could almost see her vulva, and you could definitely see her areola.

Three days later we were in a hotel, just outside Zante town, and a five minute walk from the beach. I’d booked us two rooms, both had a small bathroom, although the single room I’d gotten for Jason only had a single bed while the twin room had two queen beds, I thought it would work out really well.

Right next door to the hotel was a little garage, with cars to hire, I hired a beach buggy. The first full day on the island we drove around, searching for good spots to visit later. I remembered a particular taverna on the other side of the island where the sunsets were particularly spectacular and there was a narrow footpath down to a small private cove. I most certainly had a few memories of that cove! I drove us past it, just to be sure it was still there.

After our evening meal I decided to just have a wander out into the village and have a drink, Janet and Jason said they were walking a bit further into the main town to check out the night life. That was fine by me, I wanted a quiet night. I had a few drinks, got talking with a couple of other holiday makers and before I knew it, It was past midnight.

Back in the hotel I stopped outside Jason’s room when I heard the quiet murmur of voices. I couldn’t make out the words, but I could recognise Jason’s voice, his words seemed to be aimed at telling whoever was in there with him to be quiet. So it seemed that he, at least, had got himself a companion. The next voice I heard was very clear, ‘yes, yes, just like that, do it, oh yes, do it! Fuck me! Come on Jase, fuck me!’

That voice was Janet’s! Oh. My. God! It was obvious what was going on, my son and daughter were in his room, having sex!

The sounds coming from that room left no doubt, my son was fucking his sister, she was three years older than him, and was most definitely taking the lead as I heard her directing him in exactly what she wanted from him. It sounded raw, exciting, hot! What the hell was I thinking? I should be angry, disgusted even, but I wasn’t, I was excited. I felt myself get damp between my legs! What was wrong with me?

My daughter’s language was nothing short of obscene as she encouraged her younger brother to fuck her, suck her tits, fill her cunt!

What was I supposed to do? Should I intervene? I stood back from the door and tried to calm my breathing, tried to calm my mind. I knew my two offspring were close, always had been, but this close? Having a sexual relationship? I needed to think.

I went on past his room door and into my own room. The more I thought about it the more I realized that I should butt out, mind my own business. I had emphasised that we were all adults, and what adults did behind closed doors was nobody’s business but their own. I got into bed and tried to sleep. When I realised that my hand had drifted down into my PJ shorts I berated myself as being perverted, nevertheless, my fingers found their way into my wet vagina. I came in seconds!

Sleep was a long time coming, I think I heard Janet come into the room just as I was dropping off, but I couldn’t be sure.

The following day the three of us went down to the beach, breakfast had been a very quiet affair, there was a definite atmosphere. It was a hot balmy day, very little breeze, and very few people on the beach, it seemed like most people stayed out until the early hours and then slept until midday or even beyond. Nothing had changed there then. Both Janet and I got wolf whistled at, by Jason! Looking at Janet I could understand the whistle, with that costume on she looked like a porn star, sex on legs, even if I did say it myself. I wondered about myself, what did people think of me dressed, or rather undressed, as I was? I wasn’t left in doubt very long as Jason commented.

“Wow mum! You look fantastic, every guy on the beach is gonna be trying to hook up with you if you walk around like that!”

Well, he said that about me, but I noticed he couldn’t take his eyes off his sister, especially as she quite unconcernedly removed the bra top of her costume. To be truthful, she’d been going topless on the beach for years, as had I, but somehow this time seemed different, as though she was deliberately being exhibitionist.

Janet was by now laid out on a towel, her bikini top by her side as she soaked up the sun. I decided to join her. I sat next to her and took off my top, what there was of it, and laid down next to her. Jason went into the sea.

By the time Jason came back up the beach it was time for both Janet and myself to turn over to avoid being burned. Surprisingly Janet asked Jason to rub her back with the suncream rather than myself which had always been the case in the past. He obliged of course, and as I pretended to have my eyes closed I clearly saw him fondle her breasts when he thought I couldn’t see. She didn’t stop him.

Well I thought, what’s good for the goose… When he said she was all done I asked him to do me as well.

Janet had her face turned away from me, so when Jason’s hand came up around my armpits I took hold of them and pulled them around my chest and cupped my breasts with his hands. He didn’t say a word, but he did massage my tits until I told him “thank you!”

We went down to refresh ourselves in the sea a couple of times, neither Janet nor myself bothering to replace our tops as we did so, that’s just normal on most beaches. But I could see that my son was very excited when we did.

It was a quiet lazy day, too quiet and too lazy! After our evening meal that night we had a few drinks and got just a bit boisterous. I had a sudden idea. “Who wants to come for a moonlight swim?” Jason instantly said he was game, Janet said she was too tired!

The beach was utterly deserted, not a soul in sight. We moved a little way along out of sight of the promenade lights. There were signs up saying not to use the beach after dark, so it was best to stay at least relatively hidden.

We dropped our towels and outer clothes, which didn’t consist of much, and went into the warm water. We swam around for a short while, I think just to work off some of the alcohol, then went up the beach and sat down.

I was reminiscing, again, probably due to the alcohol.

“I used to come here with your dad, to this beach, hah! We used to skinny dip here!”

There was a pregnant pause, silence except for the gentle wash of the waves and the sound of cicadas in the distance.

“I will if you will!” Jason was stood over me.

“Ok then, let’s do it!” I stood up next to him and whipped off my top, and as he stepped out of his shorts I dropped my almost non existent bottoms. We stood together naked for a few seconds as he looked at his naked mother for the first time and commented on my being shaved smooth.

“I didn’t have much choice with this costume your sister picked out for me!” I didn’t comment on his obvious semi erect state. I took that as a compliment. I grabbed his hand and we ran down the beach together like a couple of teenagers and splashed into the water. Being completely naked with my son made me feel a freedom I hadn’t felt for many years, I loved it. I think we spent perhaps a quarter of an hour splashing around naked together before making our way back up the beach.