I had been looking at my mother with tons of lust in my eyes ever since I could remember. I just turned twenty and was now coupling the lust in my eyes with a hard on in my shorts. My Dad had died two years earlier and every time I saw my mother in her nightgown I couldn't wait to get alone so I could beat my meat just thinking about what I had just seen. I am five ten and she is just a little thing closer to an even five feet. Damn, she could give me a blow job without even having to kneel!
A few weeks earlier I had a meeting to attend and she wanted to drive me and then keep our car for things she wanted to do. When she stopped in front of the facility to let me out she leaned over to give me a little kiss goodbye and inadvertently her right breast came to rest on my left hand that was leaning on the center arm rest between the front seats. I said, "Ooops," and quickly moved. She just looked at me and smiled without saying a thing. Her breasts sure aren't world class in size but they look to be very firm. Good, their size will match the size of my cock if we ever get that far. I don't have much more than seven inches hard. Certainly nothing to write home about but it pleases me and the couple of gals I have been with just fine.
Several weeks later while we were having dinner she asked if I had any interest in driving down to the beach that weekend. The weather forecast was calling for temps in the eighties with little wind and no rain. I answered her with, "Sure, where will be staying?"
She answered she would find a place on-line among the ton of motels/hotels that were listed.
The next few days went back rather quickly and I had almost forgotten about out upcoming weekend. Friday evening she reminded me we would be leaving at eight the next morning so I better get my stuff ready for an early departure.
The drive down takes a few hours and we traded off driving and arrived close to noon. We were able to check in and get out car parked and then ate in the hotel dining room. Mom suggested we take a look around after lunch before going back to the room to get into our bathing suits. Great, lunch was over in an hour and we were up in the room near two. We were going to be sharing a big suite with a bedroom holding two queen size beds.
The beach was almost empty which I love. We had been on the beach at Coney Island a few years back and it was a madhouse. Once you left your blanket area it was almost impossible to find it again. This was more my style. The temperature was in the mid-eighties and the waves looked great for some body surfing. Mom is quite the athlete and she raced me to the water and I am ashamed to say she won. She has a beautiful swimming stroke and cuts through the water like a speedboat. She was out where the waves were breaking and ready to ride one in by the time I got out even close to her.
"Geez, I thought you were an athlete, not a pansy." She kidded.
"C'mon big mouth. I'll race you to the shore on the next wave." I taunted.
We each caught it about the same time and the race was on. She got a little bit of a head start but I was doing some serious kicking to catch up which I soon did. The waves were doing their final curl around twenty feet from the waters edge and the one we were on flipped both of us right there and directly into each other. We ended up clutching each other as we tossed about in the foamy surf and laughing ourselves silly. While we were getting up I reached down to give her a hand and noticed the wave and loosened her bikini top and her left breast was free and pointing right at me.
"Mom," and looked down at it.
"Oh shit, this damn top is harder than hell to keep tied. Will you tie it double behind my back for me?" as she pulled that side up to cover her nakedness.
"Sure" and really enjoyed running my hand over her shoulders as I did the tying.
We splashed around for a while before going back to the hotel to shower and dress for dinner.
Juggling our times in the bath was a little touchy but we worked it out pretty well with the large size TV out in the living room of the suite. We had that to watch while the other showered and used the bathroom. Dinner was going to be in a seafood spot further along the beach. As long as it didn't rain it was close enough that we could walk to it rather than fish the car out of its parking lot and then drive a few blocks.
Dinner was great. They had grouper as the fresh catch of the day and we both had it grilled. A few fried onion rings and some applesauce and I was stuffed. I only had a couple of beers but Mom knocked back a couple of gin martinis. Someone once said that a martini is an acquired taste. After one sip a few years ago I don't think I'll ever acquire it.
After dinner we walked back to the hotel but this time on the beach rather than on the sidewalks between the restaurant and the hotel. I was wearing slacks and had rolled them up to my knees and mom had on shorts so we were in pretty good shape not to get soaked. Not so fast....One huge late breaking wave hit and ran all the way up to where we were walking. We did our best to scramble away from it but not fast enough. Mom was nearer the water than I and the wave took her feet from under her and she was down on her ass before she knew what hit her and was instantly soaked from head to toe. I got the lower part of my slacks wet but I was able to stay on my feet. She laughed uproariously as I helped her up. Fortunately she had only brought her credit cards with her to the restaurant and not her whole pocketbook, so there wasn't a problem with that kind of stuff.
