Mom Ends The Drought

Literotic asexstories – Mom Ends The Drought by Alex De Kok,Alex De Kok Mom ends the drought

I guess I should thank Sophie. After all, it was her idea to go in the first place, and her persuasion that got me to go with her. Sophie? She’s my kid sister, two years my junior, nineteen now to my twenty-one, waiting to start college after the summer break. She’d been flicking through the local paper and I heard her give a muffled snort. I glanced across at her to see a huge grin spreading across her face.

“Hey, bro, did you see this?” she said, indicating an article heading an inside page.

“Guess not, I haven’t read the paper today. So, what is it?”

“You need to read it yourself,” she said, getting up and bringing it across to me. “This one here.”

I took the paper and directed my view to the article she’d indicated, mildly surprised at the content. It was an article about the nude beach at Dover Point, explaining that the coming Sunday, July 14, was National Nude Day.

“So, it’s National Nude Day on the 14th? We already knew that, Harry and Candy told us, last year, remember?”

“Oh, yeah, they did, didn’t they. But read on, see what it says about free admission.”

“Free admission for family groups and couples? That one?”

“That one, yes.”

“So?”

“So if we go together, we’ll count either as a couple or as a family group and we’ll get in free.”

“Whoa, sis. What makes you think I’d go to a nude beach?”

She laughed. “Naked girls? Bare boobs? Come on, Peter, you’re a guy, you’ve been trying to see my tits since I started growing them.” I flushed and she laughed. “This is your chance.”

I have to admit, the chance of seeing my sister naked was one I’d welcome, because Sophie is slim, athletic, and goes in and out in all the places guys like to see on girls, and very nicely, too.

“Okay, sis, you make a very telling argument. I’ll go with you, on one condition.”

She sighed. “Okay, what?”

“You make us up a picnic lunch.”

“Done!” She laughed. “Anyway, I’ll need you to drive us there.” She laughed again. “I have a driver’s licence, yes, but you have a car.”

“So, what time are we going? And what do we tell Mom?”

“What do you tell mom about what?” said Mom, coming into the room at just the wrong moment. Or right moment, as it turned out.

“Um…” I began, but Sophie brandished the paper.

“This, Mom,” she said, and showed Mom the article. There was a silence while Mom read the article, then she looked at us, a half smile on her face.

“So, the two of you are thinking of going to the nude beach on Sunday, are you?”

“Yes, Mom, we are,” said Sophie. “We can, can’t we?”

“You’re both legally adult now, so how do I stop you?”

“Yeah, but we’d much rather have your approval, Mom,” said Sophie.

“Okay, go,” said Mom, smiling, “but would it embarrass you if I came as well?”

There was a stunned silence, then Sophie cleared her throat. “I’d be proud to be seen with you, Mom.”

“I would, too,” I said. “I’ve always thought that my Mom is a beautiful woman.” And she is. Slim, middle height, exercises regularly, and keeps a careful eye on our calories. I have to admit, on more than one occasion she’s been the subject of my masturbatory fantasies. Okay, okay — often!

“Well, thank you for that, son. Okay, then, the three of us will go to the nude beach on Sunday. What are you planning to take? No clothes for the beach, obviously, and we’ll need to take sunblock. What else?”

“We were thinking picnic, Mom,” said Sophie.

“That sounds good. Okay, then, I’ll pick up some picnic food when I do the grocery shopping later.”

“Get extra water, Mom, it could be hot according to the forecast.”

“Extra water it is. For now, though, before it gets too hot, it’s me for the garden.”

That was Thursday, and the three days until Sunday seemed endless. When I jacked off, my mental vision was always either Mom or Sophie, in my imagined naked form, and I was really looking forward to seeing them in reality on the Sunday. Which eventually arrived. Breakfast was our usual cereal and toast, and at ten o’clock we piled into Mom’s Honda and set off for Dover Point.

The car park was about three-quarters full and Mom pulled into a vacant slot and killed the engine. She looked across at me and then back at Sophie.

“Last chance to chicken out, kids,” she said, with a grin.

“No way!” said Sophie and I nodded agreement.

“Then let’s go!” And the Allison family climbed out of the car, locked it, and headed for the main building. Inside it was cool, shaded, a few couches and a desk, behind which sat a woman of about Mom’s age, t-shirt and shorts at this interface between clothes and no clothes, whose welcoming smile turned into a broad grin when she spotted Mom.

“Cathy Allison, as I live and breathe! How you doing, Cathy? I would guess these two are Peter and Sophie, but it’s been a few years. I guess you’re here for the free admission for family groups, yes?”

“Spot on, Mary. Kids, meet Mary Killane, an old high school friend of mine.” We went through the usual flurry of introduction and catch up, but a couple of minutes later, we were being directed to the changing rooms.

“If you want somewhere quiet,” said Mary, ” turn right when you get down to the beach. The concession is the other way and it gets busier along there. Here’s a brochure, tells you where everything is. I’ll put three application forms in as well, just in case, and there’s a half-price offer until the end of the month.”

“Thanks, Mary,” said Mom. “We’ll see. Okay, kids, let’s go and get naked.”

“Just a sec, Mom,” I said, and turned to Mary. “What about photographs?”

She grinned. “Only by agreement between subject and photographer, and no candids of anyone unawares, okay?”

“Okay, thanks,” I said, and turned to follow Mom and Sophie. Through the door and we were in a hallway. Signs pointed to the changing rooms left and right, and ahead of us was the door to the Cove, a sign above the door declaring, ‘No clothes beyond this point.’

I took my phone from my pocket and held it out to Mom. “Put this in with the towels and sunblock, please. When we’re settled I would like to take a picture of each of you naked, please, but it’s your decision, okay?”

“Okay by me,” said Sophie, with a grin and a wink. Mom looked thoughtful.

“Perhaps. Let’s see when we’re settled.” But she took my phone and put it in her bag. “Okay, when we’re ready, go outside and wait, if you’re first. We’ll all head down to the beach together.”

“Sure thing, Mom.”

‘Changing’ was the work of seconds. T-shirt, shorts, sneakers, boxers, all went into an empty locker and I fastened the key, in its velcro-fastened pouch, around my wrist. I took a deep breath and headed outside. A shaded verandah stretched the length of the building, exits each end and centre, and a rail to lean on. I duly leaned, my back to the rail, and waited for my ladies.

Mom was first, a high spot of colour in her cheeks, but she gave me a hesitant smile, put her bag down and spread her arms wide.

“Okay, son, how do I look?”

“Mom, you are absolutely gorgeous in just your skin, absolutely gorgeous.” And she was. Her breasts were — are — beautifully shaped, slightly pendant, but only slightly, no droop, a good handful each, mostly flat stomach, feminine hips and a pubic thatch neatly trimmed to her bikini line, the same dark brown as the hair on her head, hanging loose to about her nipples.

Sophie had been right behind her and adopted a similar pose. “How about me, bro? Does the reality match your imagination?”

“Much better, sis, you’re gorgeous.” Smaller tits than Mom, riding higher, also beautifully shaped, slim waist flaring to slender but unmistakably female hips, neatly trimmed pubic thatch and long slender legs. Beautiful, her hair dark blonde.

“And you look good, too, son. Okay, let’s head down to the beach,” said Mom

“Lead on, ladies,” I said, and Sophie snorted.

“You realize, Mom, he just wants to watch our asses wiggle?”

“So let’s wiggle them, honey. Let’s go!”

It was a visual treat following Sophie and Mom down the path to the beach. Two slim and agile ladies, totally unadorned by any clothing or artifice. We passed a few others on our way down to the beach, all ages, male and female, adults and children, but my eyes always came back to the two lovelies I was following.

At the bottom of the walk, we paused. Mom gestured.

“Right or left?”

“Let’s go right,” I said. “Your friend Mary said it was quieter, and I think I’d like to get used to being naked in public, before I go anywhere busy, okay?”

“Sure thing, honey, right it is.” There were several small clearings amongst the pine and birch and we found one that no-one was occupying, although it looked like someone had been there recently as the sand was scuffed, but we stopped there, spread our towels and generally settled ourselves.

“Okay,” said Mom. “Who wants sunblock?”

“I think I’d like a swim first,” said Sophie. “Anyone else?”

“Good idea, honey, it’s ages since I had a swim in the sea, but I don’t like to leave our stuff unattended,” said Mom.

“If one of you lovely ladies would put sunblock on my back, I’ll watch our stuff while you have a swim, but there’s a price,” I said.

“Come on, tell!” said Sophie, but she was smiling.

“I want your photos.”

Mom grinned. “Blackmail, Sophie.”

“It’s worked. Grab your phone, bro.”

We spent a few fun minutes while I took photos of my lovelies, separately and together, standing, sitting, kneeling and I knew I was going to enjoy looking at them later. I lowered the phone and grinned at them.

“Okay, ladies, sunblock please, and then you can go and get wet.”

“Not so fast, buster,” said Mom. “Pass me your phone, turn about is fair play. Stand tall, son, Mama wants a picture of her baby.”

I swallowed my instinctive refusal and passed my phone to Mom, an iPhone 8 like her own and she took a couple of quick photos, then passed the phone back to me.

“Thanks, son.”

“My pleasure, Mom.”

Mom turned to Sophie. “Pass me the sunblock, please, sweetheart.”

“Here you go, Mom,” said Sophie and moments later I was treated to the pleasure of my mom slathering sunblock on my back and, to my surprise, my butt. Mom straightened and passed me the sunblock.

“You can do your own legs and front,” she said, “although I could be tempted,” she added with a grin, eyeing my partial erection. She winked. “Think icy thoughts, sweetheart.” She turned to Sophie. “Okay, Sophie, let’s you and me go and get wet!” And, hand in hand, my favourite ladies trotted off towards the water.

I spent a few minutes applying sunblock to my front and legs then settled myself with my phone, and opened up the photos storage. No two ways about it, the ladies in my life are lovely, and I knew I was going to keep these photos close by, perhaps make prints for masturbatory stimulus. Perhaps? Who was I kidding? Definitely! I relaxed then and glanced around at my surroundings. Pine and birch and scrub surrounded the clearing on three sides, the other being open to the path and the sea, and I heard voices coming my way, female voices and I looked up, hoping to see some nice tits and asses passing by.

Nice tits and asses they had, and I think they were planning to pass by but stopped and I heard a surprised voice say, “Peter? Peter Allison? Is that really you?”

Startled, I realized it was an old friend from high school, Caroline Wesley, a girl I’d wanted to date, but never had the courage to ask, as she was a cheerleader and dated the football team quarterback. Tall, slim, her red hair cropped in a pixie cut, high, firm tits and, I suddenly realized, a shaved pussy.

“Hi, Caroline. Yes, it’s me. Good to see you. Home from college?”

She grinned. “Got it in one. All by yourself?”

“No, Sophie and Mom are here, too, but they’ve gone for a swim, be back shortly.”

Caroline eyed me for a moment, then obviously came to a decision. “Peter, do you mind if we join you? We were looking for somewhere quiet, or maybe with a family group. Some of the young guys are too full of themselves.”

“Aren’t you going to introduce me, sweetie?” Her companion spoke for the first time and I transferred my attention to her. Also tall and slim, brunette hair in an easy shoulder-length cut. She was shaved as well.

“Duh,” said Caroline, “my bad. Peter, this is my cousin Abigail, Abigail Thornton, visiting from New York. Abby, this is Peter Allison, a friend from high school.”

“Hello, Abigail. Delighted to meet you.”

She grinned. “Back at ya, Peter.”

“So,” said Caroline, “can we join you?”

“Please do,” I said, “I’m delighted to have the company of such lovely ladies.”

“Watch him, Abby,” said Caroline, grinning, “he’s a smooth talker since he’s been away at college.” She looked around. “Okay, where do we park?”

“Suit yourselves, there’s plenty of room.” There was a busy bustle for a minute or two, but when the two girls relaxed on their towels, Caroline was next to me, Abby on her other side. With Sophie and Mom’s towels, we formed an arc in more or less a semi-circle.

“Still dating Angela?” said Caroline, casually.

“No, her family moved to Oregon when her dad got promoted. What about you? Still dating Charlie?”

She laughed. “Not any more. He turned pro when he graduated and is now second-string quarterback for some minor mid-west team. He wasn’t as good as he thought he was.”

I laughed. “How are the mighty fallen.” Sudden inspiration hit me. “Caroline? Abby? May I take your photographs, please? Mom and Sophie let me take theirs before they went swimming.”

Caroline and Abigai looked at each other, and Abigail shrugged, nodding. “Why not?” she said.

“Okay,” said Caroline, “but we want one of you, too.”

I reached to Mom’s bag and took out my phone. “Mom already took one of me, you can have a copy of that, if you like?”

“Let’s have a look, please.” I passed her the phone with my picture and she nodded. “That will do nicely. Okay, Abby, let’s pose for the photographer. These stay private, yes?” said Caroline, as I readied the phone to take their pictures.

“Absolutely,” I said, “just we three, plus Mom and Sophie who you will be seeing naked pretty soon now, I reckon. Okay, ladies, standing poses first, please.”

We spent an enjoyable ten minutes or so taking pictures, then settled ourselves again, and we’d barely settled when Mom and Sophie came back.

“Oh, company,” said Mom.

“Hi, Mom. You remember Caroline, don’t you? And this is her cousin, Abigail.”

“Hi, girls,” said Mom, echoed by Sophie.

“Hi, Mrs Allison,” said Caroline.

“Just call me Cathy,” said Mom, with a smile. “We’re all girls together, well, apart from Peter, but we’ll elect him an honorary girl, just for today, eh?”

“Thanks for nothing, Mom,” I said, but I was grinning.

“Pass my towel, please, honey,” said Mom, and I dug her and Sophie’s towels out of the bag and passed them across.

“What’s the water like, Mrs — um, Cathy?” said Caroline.

“Lovely. Cool at first, but as long as you’re moving, it’s great. Going for a swim, then?”

“Yes, if you’ll look after our things?”

“Consider it done,” said Mom, and I found it difficult not to stare as she dried her breasts. Caroline caught my eye and grinned, then held out her hands.

“Peter? Abby? Shall we swim?”

“Tallyho!” said Abby, and the three of us jogged towards the water, and I was conscious of four lovely boobs jiggling gently beside me as we moved. I was in the middle and I held out my hands, Caroline and Abby each took one and the three of us ran into the water together, throwing ourselves forward as the water deepened. Mom was right, it was cool, but a few strokes to get the circulation going and we didn’t notice it. There was a diving float moored about fifty yards out and Caroline gestured towards it.

“To the float, round it, then back to shore, or shall we try our dives?”

“Let’s try diving,” said Abby, and we headed towards the float. There were a couple of ladders and the three of us were soon standing on the float, water beading our skins, nipples erected by the cool water but it showed better on the girls and Caroline grinned when she noticed where I was looking.

“You go first, sweetie,” she said to Abby, and the two of us watched as Abby dived neatly into the water. Caroline leaned close, her hands cupping her breasts.

“They’re usually only this stiff when I’m ready for sex,” she said, and winked.

“And are you?

“Ready for sex? Yes, I think I am. Why? Are you offering?”

“I am, yes.” I glanced down at my thickening erection. “I think I’d better dive next, get John Thomas to go down for a while.”

“But only for a while,” said Caroline with another wink, then turned away to give Abby a hand as she climbed the ladder, and I moved to the edge of the float, poised myself, then dived into the water.

We played together for about twenty minutes or so then made our way back to shore, laughing and joking as we went. Abby paused, pointing.

“I need a pee, and the toilet block is over there, just be a moment.” She laughed. “I should have peed in the sea.”

“Which is closer than the toilet block. Go back in for a moment, sweetie, Peter and I will wait here for you,” said Caroline, with a laugh.

“Okay,” said Abby, “back in a mo.” And she dashed back into the water. Caroline turned to me.

“Peter, at the risk of you thinking I’m a slut, this hinting at sex is turning me on. I like sex, I like you, and I think I’d like to do the wicked deed with you, but it can’t be today. Abby goes back to New York late tomorrow, so give me a ring on Tuesday and we’ll sort something out. God, I’m being clinical, aren’t I? I don’t feel clinical, I’d rather jump your bones right now!”

“Patience, sweetheart. It’s taking me a very strong mental effort not to get an erection.”

“Why did you never ask me out in high school? A girl gets a sense of whether a guy is interested in her.”

“I wanted to, yes, but there was Charlie in the way.”

“He didn’t own me!”

“He thought he did. Remember Billy Hutchins?”

“Yes, he asked me out once, but never showed for the date, so I wrote him off.”

“Ever wondered why he didn’t show?”

“Yeah, I guess I have, so why?”

“Because Charlie and those two tame goons of his beat the living crap out of Billy, and warned him off, that’s why.”

Caroline was instantly furious, I could tell, and at first I was worried it might be at me, but her next words reassured me. “Of all the arrogant, puffed-up lizards! Fuck, if I’d known that, Charlie would have been given the heave there and then! Sheesh, the bastard!”

“Why’d you stay with him, then?”

“Because he never showed that side of his personality to me!”

“Never?”

“Never. I swear! To me he was always sweetness and light. Gods, how could I have missed it?”

“Maybe Charlie should have taken up acting instead of football. Relax now, hon, Abby’s back.”

She tried, tried hard, but there was a subtle tension about Caroline that hadn’t been there before, but she joined in with most of the banter, answering Sophie’s questions about the English Language degree course with patience and humour.

“I’m enjoying it,” she said, “but with the benefit of hindsight I wish I’d opted for the English Language with Creative Writing course.” She laughed. “I enjoy trying to write fiction and poetry, and that course would have suited me better.”

“Before this conversation gets any heavier,” said Mom, who had been sitting quietly by, occasionally contributing to the conversation but mostly just listening, “I think it’s time we tackled some of this food. I don’t know if you girls brought anything, but I think if we’re happy to eat lightly the food will stretch five ways instead of the planned three.”

“We have some potato chips and chili dip, and some cherry tomatoes,” said Caroline, “we can add those to the mix if you like?”