I woke up from my nap to find my mom caressing my chest and fondling my cock and balls.
I was very content...content to be pretending that my mom was my (older) girlfriend, content that she was OK with this, the sun was shining, the waves were hitting the beach below, strangers invited themselves to have sex with us...content? Damn I was thrilled.
Tina walked in through the sliding glass doors, wearing a bright, blue bikini top and a matching floral print wrap-around skirt.
"I hate to disturb you two," said Tina, "but Patti would like to see you, Brenda."
Mom sat up -- her comfort with her nakedness was actually a turn on. "Patti?" she asked.
"The resort manager," replied Tina. "Don't worry, I'm sure it's nothing serious. She just asked me to ask you to come over to her office. It's right off the main lobby. Just ask at the front desk if you can't find it."
"Well, OK, I guess I better put something on," and mom went into her room.
"And don't give poor Jack here a second thought," called Tina. "I'm sure I can keep him entertained while you're gone."
Did mom hear that? Was she jealous? I wanted her to be...
Tina sat next to me on the couch. I was naked, semi-hard, and as mentioned, content.
Mom came out of the bedroom in a bikini. Well, almost a bikini -- it was incredibly small. Bright yellow triangles covered her nipples and her breasts jiggled when she walked. The thong came high up her thigh and dived down into her ass and oh-my-god that was hot. She didn't have the body of a 22 year old but she had an air of confidence that was genuinely sexy. Over her arm was a sheer wrap, which she put on over her shoulders. She leaned on the bar and slipped high-heeled sandals on...I noticed for the first time that her toenails were painted...oh, god she was hot.
She came over to me, tilted my head back and kissed me on the lips, her breast rubbing my face and neck. "OK, baby -- I'll be right back."
I really liked watching her walk away from me.
"She's very sexy," said Tina. "I can see why you're attracted."
Oh, yes -- Tina knew 'our secret.' But how?
"I know what you're thinking," she said, shifting closer to me. "You want to know how I know that Brenda-" -and she moved very close now, almost whispering in my ear- "is your mom."
Tina wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the base of my cock, her other fingers caressing my balls.
"You want to know how I know that the woman who makes you hot -- the woman who makes you stroke your cock outside by the Jacuzzi -- yes, I saw you -- the woman who sucked your cock earlier today...is your mother."
My cock was rock hard. Tina slowly stroked me as she continued.
"Don't worry -- your secret is safe with me. But I saw you. And I saw her. Our place is above yours and if you stand in the right spot you can look down into your patio outside. I can tell a lot about people, just by watching them."
She cupped my balls and just barely moved her hand, tickling the hair...
"I can tell what people are like; I can even tell what they want. I know things about people even they don't know."
I leaned my head back as she resumed stroking and leaned down. I could feel her breath, warm, on my cock. I could feel her tongue just barely brushing the head. She teased me this way for several, long minutes before finally taking my cock in her mouth. All the while, she kept a tight grip around the base of my cock.
I opened my eyes and felt, more than saw, a presence next to me. Well, behind me, really. A large, hard cock. Inches from my face; Jerry had come in and was standing behind me, leaning forward over the couch just enough to out his throbbing cock almost against my cheek. Swollen head, pink ridge...throbbing vein along the shaft...
I looked at Tina. Her eyes were on mine. She licked my cock with a wet, open mouth, glanced once at Jerry's hard cock and then looked back into my eyes, intensely.
"Go ahead," she said, "I know you want to."
***
(My mother told me later about her visit to the resort manager, Patti.)
She walked across the tile floor of the lobby, her heels clacking, and knew that eyes were on her, checking her out. Maria was at the front desk and she smiled when mom walked up, asking for Patti's office. Mom remembered her from when she showed us around upon our arrival at Lost Beach resort. She was still in her 'official' uniform, the white jacket (low-cut) and looked very attractive, with the white cloth contrasting against her tan skin. Also, she had those wonderful curves. Maria pointed out a door in a corner, almost hidden behind a column.
Mom went in, expecting to find a business office, but it was a large suite, with an office area, a bar, and several overstuffed chairs near the floor-to-ceiling glass walls overlooking the ocean.
Patti walked in from another room, and didn't seem surprised at all to find mom standing there.
"Brenda," she said, smiling and extending her hand, "I'm so glad you're here." Patti was, mom thought, young to be the manager of such a large resort, maybe mid-twenties? Her long hair was pulled tight into a bun in the back; she wore glasses, a white silk blouse unbuttoned almost below her breasts, a long, black lace skirt. She moved with a casual grace.
"Well," said mom, "thank you for inviting me. But --"
"Why don't we have a seat, so we can be comfortable while we talk?" asked Patti. She motioned mom over to a chair near the window. "Would you like something to drink?"
"No, thank you."
