My son and I decided to get an early start to our second day of vacation. My husband and daughter were still asleep while we opted to maximize our time in the sun. As we walked onto the beach just a half a block from the house, we realized we had it all to ourselves. Apparently no one else in their right mind would be on the beach at this early an hour. My son shed his tank top and headed for the water as I settled down onto my beach blanket. As I watched him dive into the surf, I marveled at what a handsome young man he had become. That gorgeous smile, those sculpted muscles, that tight firm ass...shit! Get a grip woman! He's your son! I giggled to myself as I thought he would make many a young woman very, VERY happy with that body of his. After a quick dip, he returned to his chair, his wet body glistening in the early morning sun. I couldn't take my eyes off him as he coated his chest and abdomen with oil. God almighty. He was a hunk. An Adonis straight from the pages of one of those girlie magazines my daughter was always reading. No harm in looking, I told myself as I watched him settle back into his chair. After all, it's not like he wasn't checking me out as well.
My phone vibrated and I saw that it was a text from my husband. I texted him back telling him where we were. A moment later he replied that he and our daughter were going to eat a quick breakfast and then join us.
I asked my son to rub some suntan lotion on my back, knowing full well that he had been checking me out in my bikini. I just love teasing him. Nothing overly sexual. Just your average innocent flirting. He grabbed the bottle from my bag and knelt next to me on the blanket. I felt his strong hands on my back and shoulders, kneading my muscles as he rubbed the lotion into my skin. Then I felt the bow on the back of my bikini being untied. My breath caught in my throat as I felt the cups fall away from my breasts. I was floored by my son's brazen action but told myself he just didn't want his mom to get tan lines. I began breathing again as his hands resumed the massage. There couldn't possibly be anymore lotion left to rub in, could there? His ministrations felt far too good to be ended just yet. My son's hands left my skin and I relaxed, half relieved that the scenario ended, and half disappointed that it was over.
Suddenly I felt him on top of me. My God! My son was straddling me! I could feel his thighs on either side of my waist as he sat on the backs of my legs AND was that his hard-on poking my butt through his bathing trunks?
My son dripped more lotion onto my back and his hands returned to my skin, spreading the lotion outward to the sides of my ribcage. He leaned forward as the bulge in his shorts pushed between the cheeks of my bottom. I silently cursed myself for wearing a thong in front of my son, suddenly aware of the irony that I was lifting my ass and pushing it against my son's hard-on. His hands traveled up my sides, sliding over the side swell of my breasts. I gasped as he squeezed them, his fingertips moving under me, just inches from my nipples. Shit! I needed to put an end to this! I slowly propped myself onto my elbows and knees pushing my torso up from my beach blanket as I opened my mouth to tell him he needed to stop. My son's large hands swiftly slid into the opening between my boobs and the blanket, squeezing my huge motherly tits.
All that escaped my open mouth was a long loud moan. He kneaded my oversized tits, pushing them together, pinching my nipples. God his hands felt great! I felt my son's throbbing bulge grinding between my cheeks as I parted my legs, allowing him even greater access between them. I knew this was wrong. This was my son but the only thing that mattered to me at that moment was getting my son's cock in me. I knew that my husband and daughter, or anyone else for that matter, could be walking onto the beach at any moment. So I knew we had to be quick. I reached down between my legs and gripped my son's bulge. It was a steel pipe of a cock through the fabric of his suit. It was his turn to moan as he sat back on his heels and watched as his mother groped him, his manhood, my little boy's cock, was not so little. Oh he felt so good. I looked back to watch him. His eyes were closed, he was breathing heavier, and his cock was growing bigger in my hand. My fingers found his drawstring and I pulled.
"Oh my god," he groaned as he shoved his swimsuit to his knees and watched my fingers circle his engorged member. So hard, so warm, his cock was huge... long and thick. Far bigger than his father's. Still on all fours and reaching between my legs I stroked him, noticing how hot the flesh was. My hand cupped his enormous balls and I squeezed them gently, rolling them in my hands. I felt my son move forward, the crown on his cock pressing hard against the thin strip of thong fabric that covered my soaking wet pussy. I released his balls and pulled my thong to the side.
This was it, I thought. I'm about to fuck my son! I'm about to commit incest with my own son. That word. Incest. So dark and dirty. So wrong. It covered my body with goosebumps to think that my son was about to reenter the birth canal through which he entered this world. I felt the dribbles from the head of his cock as he pushed against the moist folds of my pussy.
I moaned loud and pushed back against him, feeling his long thick manhood parting my lips and sliding all the way into the tight warm clutches of his mother's pussy. I screamed as I came immediately, the spasm in the walls of my pussy gripping my son's cock. His hands held my hips tightly as he slammed his hard cock inside me over and over. Someone has taught him well. My tits swung violently under me as my son escalated his assault on my innermost core... plunging his enormous cock into depths of me that had not been reached for quite a while. I opened my mouth to scream but no sound was heard. Only the obscene grunting and loud slapping of my son's balls against my clit. It felt so good.
My first orgasm never really subsided... it just rolled into another, and another and I lost count... each one stronger and more intense than the previous one. This was heaven. And then came hell.
I could hear the faint voice of my daughter. And then the unmistakable laugh of my husband. I looked up at the sand dunes that buffered the beach from street. They were close but so was my son. I could hear it in his groans and I could feel it in his rapid fire thrusts. He was oh so close. "Hurry honey!" I exclaimed. "They are coming!" Suddenly he pushed me down flat on my stomach, laying on top of me. I could feel his hot breath in my ear as his hips humped faster and harder between my widespread thighs.
