This summer has just sucked, and I mean really sucked. Try being a just turned twenty-one year old permanently horny male living in San Clemente California. I hit my twenty-first birthday, got ready for every drunken beach party I could find and blam here was the pandemic.
What does that mean? No parties, no booze and especially no pussy. Like I said, this summer has sucked. I mean California was a bit better than some states on their lockdown, but the beaches were all closed, and that was all that really mattered to me.
Why the beaches? Come on dude, it's like a smorgasbord of tight toned and tanned bodies in the skimpiest bikini's you can legally get away with and not be nude. If I didn't get laid, I at least got a ton of jack off material to hold me over.
So for the last month plus it's been me, my rosy fist and the internet. I would say there was mom, but Jesus man that's my MOM. I mean yeah a lot of my buddies would have loved to bed her, hell they even tried a few times; much to my laughter.
It's pretty much been mom and me since middle school; which was when Dad decided that married and a family interfered with his prowling. You have caviar at home and you're not satisfied; what a dick. Needless to say I haven't heard much from him, and I would be surprised if the next time he called he told me he had the clap.
Mom used to claim I was a lot like him, I mean I don't like pussy, I fucking love it. But, I got a grip when I hit high school; tried to make it with one girl at a time; but now I play the field and try to stay safe.
Being stuck at home with mom hasn't been too bad, we get along pretty well; mom is pretty open minded and cool; and I try not to be a pain in her ass; even if it is a nice ass.
Who am I? The name is Bart Weathers; yeah so sue me for the name; or just blame my mom. My grandparents are left over hippies in California that's why I live with my mom, Cheyenne Weathers.
It was mid-morning Friday; I had already finished my online courses when mom hollered at me to help. When I got to the front door I almost shit. The poor Amazon guy had a dolly and what looked like a refrigerator in a box, trying to maneuver it through the door.
"I want it downstairs" Mom was telling him.
Downstairs, why there I wondered? That was the home gym, what the hell did she buy now, I thought. I helped get it down the stairs and sure enough into the gym room; in the process damn near getting squished twice.
Once there, and while mom gave the guy a nice tip for the extra work; I got a chance to take a look. It was a Wolff Tanning bed, and one of the nicer ones on the market. Well, that answered where our stimulus money went, not that it would hurt us I thought. Thank God the thing was pretty much assembled, thus the huge box.
I knew the thing wasn't for me, which meant only one thing, Mom was into tanning; something I had never thought about. While we got along great, we had always respected the others privacy, so it had never been a topic of discussion. I decided to give mom a hand setting the thing up, it let me ask the questions going through my head.
Needless to say I wasn't the only one missing the beach; what struck me as odd was that I frequented almost every beach, and in all the years I never saw mom there.
"I didn't know you were into tanning" I said nonchalantly.
Instead of answering, mom turned towards me and popped the two top buttons of her blouse. Pulling it open three things hit me at the same time. The first was the expanse of bronzed skin; the second was the expanse of tit flesh; the third was a sudden loss of blood in the rest of my body as my cock went from flaccid to rock hard in like two seconds.
"Fuck" I whispered.
"Is that for the tan or the boobs" mom half laughed.
"Both" I admitted.
"Thanks" mom gave that half smile.
Wait a second, my brain finally registered. I had just gotten a gander at my mothers' nearly exposed breasts, and not only wasn't she pissed, she thanked me; what the hell was that about I wondered.
We got the thing together and set up at the far wall, I rearranged the weight equipment and bench for more room. Mom figured it was time for dinner, so enough for one night.
The next day was Saturday, no online classes. I woke with my usual morning wood and at first thought about a wank off session to start the day. The last time had actually taken more work than I wanted, so I figured burn some calories and frustration in the gym.
I was stretched out on the work bench doing some presses when mom came strolling in. She was wearing her white terry cloth bathrobe and carrying a spray bottle of oils.
"I hope you don't mind, I have plans this afternoon, so I wanted to try this thing out." She told me.
"Go for it" I said.
I refocused on my weights as mom played with the controls. I swear it was an automatic response to turn my head when the robe came off with a rustle. I literally froze with the barbell resting against my chest.
One thought went through my mind; never again would I chastise my friends for calling my mom a MILF; holy shit. Under that robe was a pale blue thong bikini, if you can call three triangles of cloth a bathing suit.
When she stretched to open the bed the string of her thong slid between the cheeks of her ass, and God what an ass. It was firm and tight and bronzed a golden brown. She had to wear the same suit when she lay out at the beach I figured.
When she turned to climb in my eyes filled with what had to be 36C firm globes. I swear to God if there was any sag to those babies I didn't see it. They bulged around the two triangles that strained to keep her nipples covered; for all the good it did as two bullets pressed against the pale blue cloth.
This woman was forty, and she had a body that put most twenty year olds at the beach to shame; and add to that I swore every square inch of her was a perfect golden brown. Her skin was glistening with the oil as she sprayed herself.
As mom settled onto the bed, she turned and looked right at me. There was a glint in her eyes and a smile on her lips.
"You can breathe now" she said softly.
"Sorry" I mumbled back in embarrassment.
"Don't be, we like being looked at." Mom said.
"You like...what?" I was confused.
"We like being looked at" mom laughed. "Look you go to the beach to gawk at boobs and butts, we go to gawk at the pecs and packages" she said.
"This isn't exactly the beach" I complained.
"Why not" mom said. "Just think of this room as your new beach and look away."
"Fuck" I whispered.
"Do me a favor" mom said suddenly. "Take your shirt off, you wouldn't wear it at the beach."
Setting the weights on the holder I sat up, mom was watching as I reached up and pulled my shirt over my head. I admit, I spend a fair amount of time in the gym, and it's paid off. I have usually found a defined chest can get you more pussy than a defined brain.
I rose from the bench and walked over to the Nordic Track; but this time I moved it a bit before I sat down, making sure I was facing mom.
"Mmmmm nice" she encouraged me.
"Are you enjoying the beach?" I teased her.
"Very" there was a different tone to her voice, and she made no pretense as she stared at my body.
"How long are you here for?" I asked.
"Long enough for you to take care of that issue by the looks of things" she smiled.
I knew what she was seeing, I mean you can only hide eight inches of steel hard cock so much, and I was sure there was an obvious bulge in my shorts.
