It was the summer before my senior year of high school, and I'd just turned 18. Even though I had one of the earliest birthdays of my classmates, July, I had always been a late bloomer. By which I mean, I'd only hit my big growth spurt last summer and I spent my junior year a gangly 6'3" kid awkwardly swinging my lengthy limbs around and being dubbed the Stick Man.
At least they didn't call me Stick Boy. Finally getting that spurt was just one expression of my late hitting puberty. Having erections at inconvenient times, wanting to fuck everything that moved, and not being able to make that happen while all of the people around me were getting together and hooking up were just some of the more frustrating symptoms.
At least now the school year was over, I'd finally started to fill out my frame, and my mom was taking me to Belize for a couple weeks to celebrate my good report card (I got a 4.0, and I blame my biology for not getting laid?). Yeah, I guess a couple of weeks in paradise is probably more than the average good report card dinner, but my mom and I are, well, I guess well off. My absentee father, The Sperm Donor as mom calls him, may have been emotionally distant and abusive, and he may have been screwing his secretary, but at least he had enough money that when mom divorced his dumb ass she got enough money to never have to work again, put me through whatever college I'm smart enough to get into, and take us on nice vacations whenever the mood strikes.
So the Stick Man and his mom arrive in Belize for a two week vacation in the sun, we check into our hotel (really a bungalow on the beach), change into our swimsuits, and make a beeline for the white sand beach by the clear blue water of the Gulf of Mexico and lay down to soak up some rays.
I'm laying on my stomach, on a towel on the sand, feeling my back browning, eyes closed and mind far away, when a voice startles me from my revery. "Parker? Hun, I'm about to turn over, would you mind doing my back?"
I look up, and my mom is asking me this simple, reasonable question, and I'm staring back at her as though the language center of my brain was removed on the flight south, because I've just been daydreaming about beautiful women, and my mom is most certainly that. She's looking down at me from from her chaise through beautiful, soft brown eyes that just suck you in.
Though she was presumably on her back a moment ago, now she's propped up on an elbow, her upper arm draped across her chest under her breasts, her olive skin shining from the tanning oil she'd already applied and making her full figure look like a desert mirage. My eyes are dragged hypnotically along the line of her side, following her slender shoulder down her ribs to her toned waist, out along the expanse of her hips and then down her voluptuous thighs and to her swimmer's calves. My mom is in great shape, she works out a ton, but she is no Stick Woman. She is Woman, curvy in all the right places, though until this moment of half-conscious horniness, I'd never really registered that.
She leans toward me, and toward her bag on the sand between us, and my eyes are drawn to her breasts. She's wearing a moderately revealing bikini, but as she leans towards me they succumb to gravity's pull and I get a great view of full, round, natural boobs just before her hair falls like a curtain between me and them. I can't say for certain whether I had been hard before she started me from my fantasy, but now I am like a rock.
"Earth to Parker," she says, having retrieved her tanning oil from the bag, leaning back up and whipping her hair back over her head, "Come in Commander Parker. Your country needs you."
"Wha..., sure Mom, just a sec," I manage to mumble, turning away from her as I stand to try and hide the giant bulge in my shorts.
"Thanks, hun," she says, and turns over as I grab the oil bottle. She reaches back and moves her hair off to the side of her neck, out of the way, and then back again to undo the tie on her bikini to give me a completely blank canvas. Her skin is amazing, considering that she's nearly forty (she had me young). I kneel down next to her, squirt a healthy portion of oil on my palm, rub my hands together to warm it up, and then start spreading it across her back. Her skin is soft and warm, and I rub in the oil, spreading it evenly and giving mom a bit of a back massage.
"Mm, thanks honey, that feels great," my mom coos. Not really helping my erection situation here mom, I think to myself, as my cock throbs at her little groans of pleasure from my massage. I've helped her with her back plenty of times, and given her plenty of massages, but never with a hardon and so I'm starting to feel conflicted and uncomfortable at how turned on I am and the thoughts racing through my brain.
