Sunlight streamed through the windows bright and clear, and so fucking annoying. I could faintly hear gentle waves caressing the beach, retreating to repeat again and again.
Other than that it was absolutely quiet.
And it was uncomfortably warm.
Which meant we were still without power.
Feeling a bead of sweat run down my back, I wished for Air Conditioning and a shower.
And coffee.
With a huge yawn, I rose sleepily from the recliner, taking in my surroundings.
The coffee table was still littered with the remnants of the game from the night before. Colored figures stood abandoned on cardboard spacers. What had been an evening of fantasy and epic colors by candlelight now seemed so bland and mundane by the light of day.
I felt a touch of shame blush my cheeks as I recalled the events of the evening before, pondering the weight of the consequences that would befall me.
What the fuck had I been thinking?
Then I remembered something else.
I quickly turned my gaze to the couch.
The couch was empty, mom and her sheet gone.
I really didn't know what to do, but my body decided for me. And I made my way to the bathroom, just pausing long enough to listen to the door of the Master Bedroom.
Nothing. No sound.
Yvonne and Lily were still asleep.
"Fuck." I muttered as I opened the door to the bathroom, as I remembered the toilet wouldn't flush without water, and there wasn't water without power.
"If it's yellow, let it mellow; if it's brown, flush it down." said a small sign I hadn't seen before. Obviously meant to help conserve water.
With a sigh, I knew it meant that without power and water, I would have to get a bucket of seawater to pour into the toilet bowl at some time.
Finished with I thought was a race horse amount of pee, I walked into the kitchen to find a pot or bucket to retrieve water. It was unbearably warm there, so I went about opening the rest of the windows hoping to catch more of the cooler breeze first.
I gazed through the huge expanse of glass. Despite the fury of the storm from the night before, the windows appeared unfazed by the pounding it had endured. The calmness of the morning surprised me. I was expecting to see a beach ravaged by the storm, with debris scattered everywhere, trees snapped in half, even a boat or two washed ashore, with left over waves crashing upon the beach.
Instead, the beach was not much different than it was before the storm. More patches of seaweed to be sure, and what looked like a log partially buried in the sand, driftwood I guess. The ocean was nothing but small waves washing ashore with little effort, so calm, so peaceful.
Then I noticed a figure standing just at the edge of the surf below.
"Hey mom." I called out when I neared her. It was a bit breezy on the beach, but much more comfortable than the house. Mom was huddled in the same red satin sheet she slept under the night before. She was using it as a makeshift beach wrap, as if she were cold, draped over her shoulders and wrapped around her body, making her a shapeless mass of red satin. She stood motionless, water lapping at her feet and ankles.
When she didn't answer, I had a moment of concern. "Mom? You alright?"
"Oh!" Mom gave a startled jolt, glanced at me. "Sorry, I was lost in thought. I'm fine, fine." She turned back to stare at the distant horizon. "Isn't it a beautiful morning? The waves look so inviting." Her voice was soft and distant, as if thinking of other things.
"Yeah." I nodded "I did want to learn to surf."
Mom smiled, but that faded as she was soon lost in thought again.
"Mom." I said hesitantly. "About last night-"
"We're all adults." Mom interrupted, her gaze went back to the distant horizon, as if she were the widow of a lost ship, eternally vigilant, waiting to see the sail of a ship that would never return. "Our decisions, our choices are ours to make."
"But what we did bordered on incestuous." I said.
"It was incestuous." Mom agreed with a nod. "But consensual. And again, it was your choice to make, however wrong it was."
I counted four small wavelets rolling around across our ankles before mom spoke again.
"Let's go for a walk." She said, huddled in her makeshift beach robe.
We strolled for a ways, the small waves continuing to wash at our feet.
Neither of us spoke, and I began to enjoy the walk, as weird as it was.
"Oh! Look!" Mom suddenly exclaimed, pointing to something in the surf a short distance away.
She splashed forward, tugging on her make shift covering, the shimmering crimson fabric falling away from her shoulders. Holding the corners of the shimmering fabric above her head, she darted away from me. The ocean breeze billowed the fabric behind her, momentarily hiding her from my view.
Then she released the fabric, and eagerly caught by the sea breeze, it sailed a short distance up onto the beach. I don't know where it landed, as I was stunned in disbelief.
Mom was completely naked!
Mom looked back with a bright smile, giggled, and went to pick up a colorful shell as small waves washed at her ankles. She bent, pulling the shell from the gentle surf, showing off the fullness of her beautiful ass and long legs, and the briefest glimpse of her dark curtains.
"Isn't it pretty?" She turned slightly, held up the shell for me to see.
Just moments before mom had seemed sad and remorseful, but now I was staring at wondrous vision, the epitome of life, a goddess of beauty.
Admiring her in the hot tub the other night was nothing compared to her true sensual beauty in the full light of the sun. She wasn't a young woman anymore, but given the diet and exercise we had been committed to for the past year, she had really toned her body in all the right areas. It was easy to see her as a woman twenty years younger.
"Beautiful." I said honestly, smitten with the angel from heaven before me.
"You're too sweet." Mom said, holding out her hand. "C'mon, let's look for shells. Take off your shirt."
"What?" I said, not understanding.
"We can use it to collect shells." Mom said. "Though if you want to take your shorts off too, I wouldn't mind."
I stared, wondering if I misheard her.
She grinned, eyes glinted mischievously. "Not fair that I'm the only one naked. But still, it's your choice, and I won't mind either way."
"What if someone sees us?" I asked as I pulled my t-shirt off.
"Who cares?" Mom snorted. "This is a private beach resort for newly weds. They don't know us. Let them think what ever they want."
While mom fashioned my t-shirt into a bag of sorts, I pulled off my shorts and tossed them up onto the beach, well past the reach of the surf. I felt as if I was in a dream, standing naked before my nude mother, on a remote beach.
My cock thought it was strange as well, and made a half hearted attempt at getting hard, just enough to be interested, but too shy to greet her.
