Life has so many twists and turns just when you think you have it figured out something changes. That is how it was that day in June when I took my family to the beach. My son had been discharged from the Army under less than honorable conditions. His wife had run up so many bills that he was unable to pay for her wants and desires, let alone the necessity of every day life.
He tries to get caught up by taking a part time job after his normal daily routine. This did not work because he was on call for so many different training drills. His wife ran him deep in debt and then left him for some guy that did not have two nickels to rub together. The Army said it was best if he was a civilian so he could take care of his obligations. So at twenty-four my son was home again, divorced and feeling very low. He got him a job to start his climb back to a normal life. It was with the reality office I work at. He was to go to new offering and make sure they were ready to be put on the market. We work with both office space and homes.
Many homes were empty and needed some repair. We also hired a cleaning crew to help make properties ready for showing. Wallace was willing to start in this position in hopes that he would someday soon take the test to become a realtor. I told him it would take several months for him to read, study and learn what was needed to pass the state test. Wallace was a very clean cut and neat young man. I am not just saying this because he is my son I am just being honest. He is tall well over six feet. Broad in the shoulders and he has worked out since he was in school. He looks very good in a suite and tie as well as a pair of jeans and work shirt.
This day however, was Sunday and we were at the beach on the south side of the lake. It is here that most people go because it is easy to get to. On the north end there are steep cliffs and rock along the waters edge. Wally as I call him, found us a spot and laid out an old blanket. He dropped his shorts and headed to the water in a tight thin gray pair of swim trunks. I knew that girls were wearing less and less every year but did not know that men wore such a skimpy thing.
My Lord I thought they arrested people for dressing like that. As he walked away I was aware that he had what the girls in the office " Nice buns" Somehow I got the idea he was doing this to get attentions. It must have worked for in a few minutes I noticed he had a young lady at his side waist deep in water. She was nearly as tall has he is with long blonde hair which came down nearly to her waist. I could not see the lower part of her two piece bikini, however, the top part was full of round very high firm breasts. I was thinking these could not be natural, so they must be chemically enhanced. She was doing a lot of smiling at was my son.
I took my eyes off them for a few minutes to speak to a couple to which I had sold a house. When I return my gaze to the water both my son and the girl were gone. For the life of me I could not think of where they could have gone so quickly. I sunned myself for about thirty minutes. It was about noon so I returned to he car to get the picnic basket. There just emerging from the back seat was my son and the tall blonde. I watched as he patted her rump, which was very plump and firm sending her on her way with a kiss and smile. I came up to him and said, sternly "Wallace, I'll thank you not to use my car for a damn whore house." He laughed out load and wrapped his arms around me. His kiss was more than a peck on the cheek as he said, " My God, Mom I think you are jealous." I just pushed him away and returned the blanket with the lunch. He followed me and we ate with very few words between us. I could not help but notice the out line of his penis. His trunks were so tight and the material was so thin. It has been many years since I was with a man and I had long ago banished such thought from my mind. But here I was remembering how his farther would make me feel before, during and after we made love.
His father and I were very much in love and we made every moment we were together a touching and flirting affair. His father would use every moment we were together to express his love for me. These thoughts were floating around in my head, when I started to think of his father and I would make love. Besides the touching and kissing we would almost always engage in oral sex as part of our foreplay. I was sitting there looking at my son's penis thinking about oral sex.
