Graduation Vacation

Graduation Vacation is perhaps my most popular story. This next chapter has been brewing a while. I probably poked at it too slowly, because I didn't want to disappoint. I hope I achieved that goal. Cheers!

Mom and I had been having breakfast in our suite at the Adams Mark. We hadn't spoken much since Friday, and we were due to meet Rhonda Pelt and her sister in a few hours. "You want to talk about it?" Mom asked, sensing tension in the air.

I blushed a bit, shaking my head. "Aww, Mom. It's just been awkward ever since... well, you know. We haven't even looked each other in the eye since we got back from the beach the other day."

"I know. That's my fault, Keith" said Mom.

"Then why did we agree to meet Rhonda and her sister at the beach again, today?"

The day before yesterday, Mom and I went to a private beach. The problem? It happened to be a nude beach. Rather than go somewhere else, we tried it out and it led to a number of embarrassing incidents. Most notably, masturbating in front of my mother. She even swallowed my cum, the sum of much sexually frustrated passion. It had been almost four years since she's been with any man. We eventually went back to our spot on the beach and hung out with my lab partner from college, who was vacationing with her sister. It was a complete coincidence finding them there. Mom and I hadn't originally planned to go Reilly's Beach that day, much less to see a girl I knew from university. It was sheer happenstance that we had bumped into each other.

Mom answered my rhetorical question, "We were trying to act like everything was normal when we visited with your friends. They invited us to meet them again, and if I recall, you're the one who said yes. Remember?"

"Maybe we shouldn't go," I groaned.

"It would be a shame. That girl really likes you, I think."

"I told you, Rhonda has a boyfriend."

"Well, maybe her sister is available. We barely got to know her. What was her name again?"

"Brenda, but Rhonda said she mostly goes by Birdy."

"Strange name for a Latino girl," sighed Mom. "She has quite a figure. Looks nothing like her sister."

"Well, yeah, she was adopted, hence why she's Latino and Rhonda isn't. And believe me, I noticed Birdy's figure. That's uh... the thing, Mom. If I have the same problem I did the other day, I'm going to look like a pervert!"

Mom started laughing, "No, honey. It's fine."

"No, it isn't fine. And you know it."

Even after getting sexual relief in the woods, my boner never went away. It was impossible while being surrounded by Rhonda, Birdy and Mom. For one, I had always wanted to see Rhonda naked. Though we never flirted while we shared class together, I found her to be very pretty. She made it clear she had a boyfriend and I respected that. She was just this cute, bubbly girl with a hot, lithe body. Birdy is more voluptuous than her sister. All of them are incredibly pretty, but in different ways, including Mom. I've never had any sexual feelings for Mom before, by the way, but it still doesn't negate the fact that she is absolute fire without clothes on.

She tried to reassure me now. "Seriously, it's fine, Keith. We already saw your erection, so it doesn't matter if we see it again. You have nothing to be ashamed of. You're fit and healthy." She paused a beat. "And if it helps to know, you have a very nice package."

"It's embarrassing. Painfully so."

Mom's eyes darted to the ceiling. "Yeah, well, like I said, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. If anything, maintaining an erection for several hours speaks volumes for your stamina. After what we did in the..." her voice dwindled as she thought back on the moment when she'd acted so slutty with me. I think it's been hard for Mom to reconcile the fact she swallowed my seed. "Okay, Keith. It's your decision. If you don't want to go back, I underst--"

"Oh, no. Don't make me be the bad guy," I complained, before finally conceding. "You're right. We should go. We had a good time, and we promised we'd see them again. I just hope I can keep it together."

"Um, maybe... maybe you should..."

"Yeah?"

"Maybe you should masturbate before we go. Do you think that would help?"

I scratched my head, thinking it over. If I hadn't already experienced so many embarrassing moments with my mother recently, it would be a shocking question. At this point, it seemed perfectly rational. "I suppose it couldn't hurt to try. I'll do it before we leave." Mom smiled. She wasn't offering to help or participate in any way. I'm not living the life of a Penthouse letter, I reminded myself, and I was thankful for that. Things had been weird enough.

**

"Shit!" I screamed, tapping at my phone.

"What, honey?" Mom asked, coming into the living room with a mimosa.

"The wi-fi isn't working. I was gonna... well, you know... visual stimulation. I don't have any nude girls saved on my phone. I was going to use the internet to... well, this sucks."

Mom sighed, but seemed unfazed. "Take a picture of my naked body, just keep my head out of it, and only use it for jerking off. Don't think about how it's me in the picture. Can you promise me that?"

"Mom, I don't want to jerk off to your body!"

"Well, your penis claimed otherwise the other day. What I am saying, Keith, is for this exercise, think with your dick rather than your head. Just get off on the nude form. I know it's erotic for young men. Either that, or do it with no visual aid."

My mother wasn't wrong. I did get turned on seeing the naked female form. And hers? It's exceptional, but I had been trying to avoid thinking about it. Regardless, I relented, and minutes later my mother was stripped naked, offering a few poses, while I managed to snap some pictures, without getting her face in them. I threw all my mental focus on trying to disassociate whose body it belonged to. It's hard to describe without seeing for oneself, but her body seethes pure sex appeal. I want to have my way with a woman who has such a body. It's just very unfortunate this one belongs to my mother. Any other woman, I would be chasing the chance to sleep with them, if only for a one-night stand. I was out of the bathroom and cleaned up a few minutes later.

"You ready?" Mom asked, with keys in hand.

There's something to be said about being young and healthy. It doesn't take long to recover from an orgasm. With just the one-off, I was already feeling aroused by the time we made it to the beach. I probably should have jerked off more than once, because I couldn't stop thinking how I would soon be surrounded by three beautiful, naked women again.

We parked the car and walked across the bridge to the entrance. A new girl, skinny as a rail, was behind the desk. She was all smiles and giggles as she took our money. She must love her job, and if one is an exhibitionist, I couldn't think of a better one to have. This time around, as Mom and I undressed in the gender-neutral locker room, stuffing away everything but our towels and a beach umbrella, things were much less awkward than the first time around. In fact, I was able to prevent an erection.

"Looks like we made it here first," said Mom, when we arrived at the same spot we'd visited the first time. We scanned the rest of the beach but didn't spot the girls. "Let's set up the towels and the shade, and then relax. They'll show up eventually."

Ten minutes later, I was slathered in lotion, laying on my towel, face up in the sun. Mom was in the shade next to me. I'd managed to keep my eyes off her, decreasing the risk of any embarrassing reaction. I wasn't laying there long before I fell asleep, though. Blissful, blissful sleep. Under the sun, it feels extra relaxing.

**

"Wake up, Mr. Flagpole," I heard a voice say.

"Huh?" I was wondering if I was dreaming.

"I said, wake up! We're here, and we've been talking to your Mom for like half an hour. Nap time's over." It was Rhonda's voice. Then it hit me that she called me 'Mr. Flagpole.' I quickly looked down, horrified to see my cock was standing at full mast. I may have been able to stave off the horny thoughts when I was awake, but apparently that was not the case when I nodded off. I jerked my hands down to cover.

"Oh, don't do that," laughed Birdy, who was standing to the left of Rhonda. "It's nice eye candy!" She looked to Rhonda before bursting into laughter. "For me, anyway!"

"Don't mind her, Keith," said Rhonda. "Birdy teases everyone. It's fine. Come on, have a beer. We brought a few."

I was thinking maybe four or five beers might help. Alcohol sometimes impacts my erections in a negative way, but that could be a good thing. I sat up and accepted the beer. The others brought their towels near mine, allowing us to sit in a semi-circle. At some point, the conversation shifted to our current activity. "This is really your first time at a nude beach?" Rhonda asked.

I nodded, "Yeah, it's not something we've ever done before. I mean, technically, it's the second time. We probably wouldn't be here if you hadn't invited us back." Rhonda laughed, seemingly pleased we were willing to push our boundaries for her. Her smile didn't last long, and I noticed she seemed to drift off for a moment, as if preoccupied by bad thoughts.

Mom chimed in, "It's not my first time, actually. Keith's father and I used to go to nude beaches every so often."

"You have terrific breasts, Cassie," Birdy butted in. "I wish mine were more like yours."

"Don't say that!" cried Mom to Birdy. "You have a lovely figure. Doesn't she, Keith?" Mom turned to me. The girls were huddled close to each other, and the last thing I needed was them comparing their naked bodies in front of me. My cock was stiff as steel already.

"Oh, yes. It's... amazing," I said, trying to find the right word without sounding creepy. Personally, I think all three of them have incredible figures. Rhonda has an ass as firm as cement, and I can see muscles and lines that accent her lithe, sexy body. Mom, with her hourglass figure and amazing breasts, is gorgeous in her own right, and Birdy was like a younger version of that. Her hips aren't as wide, but her tits are every bit as large as Mom's, just a different shape. Firmer, but there's a touch of asymmetrical nipple placement. I loved it. They're each beautiful, and I wish I could have all of them. Even Mom, because I couldn't get that vision out of my head, where I witnessed her getting insatiably horny while she watched me masturbate. That image is hard to shake, no matter how much I tried.

Birdy looked to her sister and asked, "Are you going to tell them?"

Rhonda shrugged, and I could tell the mood had shifted. So could Mom, because she asked, "Tell us what?"

Birdy sighed, "Rhonda was dumped by text the other night, when we got back to our hotel. We spent all day yesterday getting drunk. Personally, I think it's for the best. I never liked the guy."

"I know you didn't like him," moaned Rhonda, "but that doesn't make me feel better about it." She paused, before saying, "I almost cancelled today, but Birdy insisted."

Mom spoke, "I am so sorry, Rhonda. Breakups always take time to get over."

"He won't even take my calls, and I'm blocked everywhere. He just dumped me. Said he was interested in someone else, and if things were right with us, he wouldn't have those feelings."

"I'm telling you, Rhonda. He was already cheating," said Birdy. "And the way he always talked about you, anyway! Unforgivable."

"It doesn't matter at this point," said Mom, "What's important -- right now, anyway -- is making this day as fun for you as possible, Rhonda. You're here with friends, and you should take advantage of it!" I think Mom was most empathetic to the news. Her split with Dad hit her pretty hard, and the circumstances were similar. She tried to lighten the mood with her next question to Rhonda, "Well? Did you drink enough yesterday?"

Rhonda chuckled, "I'm not sure there's enough liquor in the world."

Mom answered, "You say that now, but believe me, you'll get over it in due time."

Birdy said, "We each drank four wine coolers yesterday, and then we went back and got a twelve-pack. These are the leftovers." She raised her beer to me, as I took another swig from the one in my hand.

Mom looked to me, "Keith, why don't you run to the store? Get a couple bottles of wine and some glasses. Maybe some more beer, too."

"Really?" I asked.

"I think your friend deserves it. Two days in a row won't hurt her. Is that okay with you, Rhonda? So long as you don't make a habit of alcohol... but we're on vacation. We can break a few rules."

"Yeah, actually," Rhonda smiled. "Why not? It helped yesterday, and I am here to have fun. I'd rather enjoy the day, than spend it sulking."

"Can you get me another pack of coolers?" asked Birdy.

I was caught off guard being volunteered to do something, but I liked the idea. Maybe with enough liquor, the ladies won't mind my erection so much. Hell, maybe I'll drink enough to make it go away. "Would you like to go with him, Birdy?" Mom asked. "Get whatever you like. Keith has a card I let him use for college. Just put it on that." Mom pays off my credit card every month. I know I have a privileged life, but I don't usually rack up more than necessary. I have a meal card and a dorm room that covers my basic needs.

"I'd love to go!" Birdy said, jumping to her feet. I couldn't help but be in awe of her confident nudity. "Let me get my bikini. I actually have it in this bag." She began digging through it, but then turned to Rhonda and asked, "Or do you think I should wear my shirt and shorts to the store? They're back in the changing room."

Mom pointed toward the road and said, "I saw a liquor store just over the bridge. You remember it, Keith? I think it's called Sand & Sun Liquor, something like that."

"Yeah, I saw it. Next to that restaurant we stopped at yesterday. You can probably wear a bikini in there, Birdy. It must get lots of beach goers for customers, so do whatever is comfortable to you."

Rhonda laughed, "Don't tell Birdy that. She'll go naked."

Birdy kicked sand at Rhonda, "Hey, you're the one who suggested we go to a nude beach for vacation!"

The girls bickered for a bit while I got up. I wanted to cover my erection fast, and the requirement to get dressed, to run an errand, was a good excuse. "We'll be back in about thirty minutes or so," I said, calculating the time in my head. It's at least a five-minute walk to the car, and five or ten minutes to get to the store. Hopefully, it would be long enough for my loins to calm down. I wondered if Rhonda's quip about Birdy preferring to stay naked was accurate. We began our trek toward the changing room, and I took a moment to take all this in. Me, surrounding by three naked, beautiful women. Isn't this the vacation of any man's dream? Well, any straight man, I suppose. Why was I so nervous around them? I had tried playing it cool, but I wasn't sure it worked.

Watching Birdy's hips move while walking didn't help my case. She has a fluidity in her motion. A natural gift of dance, maybe? And unlike me, she is confident in her own skin. We made it to the changing room and I quickly found my shorts, pulling them on. They tented up, doing little to hide the fact I still had an erection, but at least it wasn't out on display. Birdy opened a nearby locker and pulled out two small articles of clothing, a shirt and shorts, both white in color. She held the skimpy shirt up, shaking it. "What do you think? Should I put my bikini on first, or just the shirt and bottoms only?"

I blushed, but responded, "I think you know what I'd prefer."

Birdy giggled, ditching the bikini altogether, throwing the shirt over her head and pulling it on, all in one quick motion. Two seconds later, she had on a pair of booty shorts to match. Her ample bosom jiggled easily and often under the thin fabric of her shirt. If she bent over, someone might get a pleasant surprise. It didn't cover much. I loved it, of course. A few moments later, we hopped in the car and just as I started it, Birdy slapped at my stiff erection, giggling. It was covered in my shorts, but it was still raised to attention. "Hey, what was that about?" I asked.

Birdy laughed, winking at me. "You really aren't used to this, are you?" she asked.

I shook my head, and kicked the car into gear. "No, I'm not. Obviously!"

I pulled onto the main road and Birdy leaned in closer. "Well, don't worry about it, Keith. We're on vacation. You're allowed to have fun."

"I am having fun."

"I know. But, come on, be honest. You're way too preoccupied with the state of your penis. Like I said, don't worry about it."

"Easy for you to say," I said. "You try being me for a minute."

"I get it, Keith," Birdy said. "You get a bit flustered. You know... you aren't the only one."

We were already almost halfway to our destination. Once over the bridge, it's only a small stretch of road. "What exactly are you implying?" I was desperately hoping Birdy was making a pass at me. Sometimes I can be dim about these things.

"Well..." Birdy did seem a bit hesitant to speak, but continued, "I was going to ask you about Cassie."

"Mom? What about her?"

"She's single, right?"

I chuckled. "Very. She hasn't been with a man in years."

Birdy tilted her head. "A man, huh? What about the 'softer side' of things?"

I was a bit confused. "Softer?"

"The touch of a woman," Birdy said, smirking. "I find her to be very exotic."

"Wait. You? Mom? You're into my mother?"

"She's divine," Birdy exclaimed. "I'm not trying to cause trouble. I was just asking if you know... well... is she the kind of woman who might be open to a fling?"

"She's twice your age!" I exclaimed.

"And? I'm not going to marry her, Keith. I just..." Birdy leaned in again, whispering, "Cassie is like my dream woman. And it's just for fun! One time only, maybe. Would you mind if I--"

"Hey, you do what you want, Birdy," I said, shaking my head. "You just surprised me, is all. I, uh... I didn't expect it. But honestly, I don't think my Mom is..." I paused, realizing Mom had surprised me herself, with lots of new information lately. "... on the other hand, she's my mother. In regards to her sexual history, I wouldn't really know, would I?"

"I kind of feel a connection to her, Keith. So you won't be mad if I ask?"

"Shoot your shot," I said, raising my brow. "And good luck. I'm just not so sure you'll get anywhere."

We pulled into the parking lot of the liquor store just as we were finishing our conversation. My cock was finally starting to soften and I repositioned it in my shorts. "Okay. You remember everything we're supposed to get?"

"Yeah, let's go," Birdy said. "I'm eager to get back." She bounced out of the car and I had to chase after her to catch up. The clerk behind the counter was thrilled the moment he caught sight of Birdy. I'm not sure he even noticed I was there. "Look!" Birdy pointed to a display. "Cherry Blasts. My favorite cooler. You grab the beer. I'll grab the wine and the coolers. Meet ya at the register!"

A few minutes later, the young man behind the counter was slowly scanning our items, staring at Birdy's chest more than his task at hand. "That'll be $69.80," he finally said, turning to me. I popped out my card and scanned it over the machine.

"Thanks!" Birdy chimed to the man, waving at him. She even bopped up on her toes, making her boobs jiggle under her shirt. She knew what she was doing. She grabbed the coolers and one bottle of wine. I grabbed the other bottle and the 12-pack of Hammerstein. "Oh, wait!" Birdy exclaimed, "Cassie said we need to get glasses."

The man behind the counter sparked to attention. "I gotcha," he said, reaching under his cabinet, procuring three plastic wine glasses. "On me," he said.