"Come on out for a minute, I need your help," she said.
Quinn gulped. Anything for her. When he emerged from the water his raging boner was back and had pitched a tent in his swimming trunks. Mom's eyes darted down for a fraction of a second, and he saw it in her eyes. A tiny smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. He stood before her again, agape and stunned. "Come on," she repeated, and took his hand.
Walking behind her, he stared at her butt, swinging back and forth with her steps. It just barely jiggled. They headed to the chaise lounge chairs in the shade of nearby trees. Mom took out a little plastic bottle. "Did you put sunscreen on?" she asked. Quinn's blank stare gave her the answer she needed. She squeezed the sunscreen out into her hand. "Now hold still." Quinn jerked away when she started rubbing his shoulders.
"Mom, I can do it!" he protested. But Mom didn't listen. She rubbed his shoulders and arms. Her delicate hands pacified him, as he imagined the things those hands had done to him and what else they might do. Despite his burning ears, he let Mom rub his body down with the sunscreen. It felt wonderful. At that moment he realized what was happening. She was doing this on purpose again, trying to work him up. It certainly was working, and him knowing what she was doing did nothing to stop it. He wondered what she had in store for him today.
"Such a handsome boy," Mom muttered. "You've grown up right, Sugar Lump." She rubbed his chest, making the hairs sticky white with the cream. His heart beat madly against her hands. She rubbed him all over his front, putting her fingers just slightly below his swim trunk waistband to tease him. Her finger dipped one more time and Quinn gasped as it touched the angry red head of his cock. Mom giggled at his reaction.
Wordlessly, she placed her hands on his shoulders and turned him around. He felt her velvet hands travelling down his back, and trembled with delight. He couldn't possibly get any harder and hornier. He melted into Mom's hands now and was completely at her mercy. Her hands tickled at his sides, and he quivered again at her touch.
Mom turned him again, and dabbed the cream on his face. "Hold still, Babe. You don't want this in your eyes."
"Yes, Mom," he said.
After his face she bent down and got his legs. She made sure to look up at him at the right time, just when she was level with his dick. With sunglasses it didn't quite have the same effect, but Quinn still thought of his member bucking and filling her mouth full of cum. When she was done with his legs she stood up. "Did I get everywhere, Babe?" Quinn nodded dumbly. "Good," she handed him the bottle. "Now it's my turn." He stared while she lay down on the chaise chair. She turned onto her stomach, her voluptuous, round ass on full display for him. Quinn was so hot he thought he would start panting.
"Just start at my legs and go up," Mom said.
"There are people all over Mom. Everyone will see," Quinn hissed.
"Sugar Lump, it's ok. No one we know is here," she looked over her shoulder at him.
"But I'm your son," he said.
"It will only be a minute. Come on, think of how good it's going to feel to rub your cream all over me, for both of us. No one else can do this for me, Babe. I can't ask anyone else to touch me like this. Please. I need your help."
The innuendo made the bottle fall from Quinn's wobbling hand and thump in the grass. He picked it up, and the cream farted out into his hand. "Start at my legs," Mom repeated.
He felt like he was underwater, his movements slow and heavy. His fingers sank into Mom's calves, and she sighed with pleasure. They felt incredible under his fingers. Mom was the perfect mix of soft and fit, and he felt like steam would burst from his ears. He felt her muscles rippling under her smooth skin. "That feels good, Sweetie," Mom said.
After her calves were covered in white cream, he moved up to her thighs. If her calves were beautiful, her thighs were exquisite. His fingers dug in, the thick flesh just the perfect amount of soft. Her ass was right next to his face and he was close enough he could see the little dimples above it. A drop of sweat fell down his face and onto her skin. Her hips and butt jiggled and flowed with his rubs. "Thank you, Quinn. You're so good at this." He gulped. His member had been at maximum hardness now, but he felt like it wasn't hard enough for what he was feeling. It was like all that lust that was making him hard overflowed out of his cock and was turning his whole body into a swollen, engorged erection. Even his skin felt tight.
Though he had coated them, he couldn't stop with her thighs. His thumbs pressed, his fingers kneaded, he pressed with the ball of his hand. They belonged at the end of his lips, where he could kiss and lick and bite them. He wanted to lick every single dirty square inch of Mom's body. He forced his hands up to her back, focusing on her Venus dimples. Once more his hands dug into her. "That's the spot, Sugar Lump. You need to start giving me massages at home."
"Yes, Mom," Quinn droned.
Mom laughed, and Quinn ran his hands up her back. He coated her with cream that, like she said, only he could give her. That is what she would look like if he was fucking her from behind. It would be amazing, his iron cock pounding her dripping wet pussy so hard you could hear the squelches. Or maybe he would fuck her in the ass. He had never fucked a girl's ass before, and he wondered if Mom had ever taken it anally. At this point he would have straight licked her asshole clean if she asked him.
Her muscles rippled in her shoulders and arms as Quinn rubbed them. Her delicate neck felt amazing too. Sad that he was done with her back, he stood up straight. "Babe?" Mom said.
"You want me to get your front, right?" he asked. He was driven mad by the thought of her bouncing tits and pokey nipples on full display for him.
"But Sweetie, you're not done." She wiggled her plump, round ass. "The swimsuit doesn't block everything."
Quinn's breath heaved. His hands were trembling so bad he almost dropped the sunscreen again. A little puddle of white cream oozed into his hand. Slowly, his hands approached her big butt. He tucked both hands under her bikini bottom. For a moment, he just paused there, preparing himself for what her magnificent ass would feel like. Then he dug in, filling his grasping hands with the delicious dough of her ass. At first he couldn't even bring himself to rub the cream in. He squeezed the cheeks of her ass, he spread them, disappointed the bikini was covering her pussy and asshole. He pushed, feeling her glutes in the depths of her thick cheeks. The cream spread out over her ass. "Babe, you're playing with Momma's butt," she said in that voice she used for her videos.
Their
videos. Suddenly self-conscious, Quinn jerked his hands back. "Ok, now I'm ready for the other side. Just like before, start at the bottom and move up."
She got up and turned over, and Quinn held his breath as her fit belly and soft tits came into view. They were covered still, and their flowing flesh flowed and splayed to either side. Quinn boggled and Mom smiled at his reaction. She took her sunglasses off. "Sweetie, I'm glad you're enjoying the show, but I need that cream of yours."
"Yes, Mom," he said and started on her shins. Though they were harder than the backs of her calves, he felt the meat around the bone of her shin. When he moved up to her thighs they were just as delicious and abundant as before. His mouth was dry and scratchy, and he desperately needed a drink. But he couldn't possibly pull himself away. This was a chance not only to please his beloved Mom, but also to get handfuls of her sweet flesh and explore every soft and quivering corner.
He came up to the top of her flanks, his hands meeting in the place where her legs came together. That sacred place, a flower hidden in the forest. He looked up at her as his finger just barely tucked under the bottom of her swimsuit. Their eyes met as he held his breath. She nodded. His fingers were almost as engorged and sensitive as his cock. He traced the area under her swimsuit and then ran his fingers through the lush, shining hair on her pussy. His body was getting tired now, lust and desire exhausting him, but also pushing him forward.
Shaking with energy, his fingers traced the slick lips of her slit, and her body undulated. But her hand flew down and caught him. "Not here, not now," she said with such finality that Quinn dared not even question her. So he moved his hands up to her fit belly. Rubbing the cream on her abs, he imagined shooting a load of cum there, and looking down at Mom, her face slack and content as it was now, pleased to get his creamy treasure. Again he came to one of her sacred places as he traced the bottom of her tits. But his hands surged under her top and her erect nipples brushed the palms of his hand. She let a shuddering sigh out again. "Good boy," she whispered. His fingers traced the crinkled, erect surface of her areolas. Then he closed his hands and filled them with the incredible soft meat of her pendulous breasts. He squeezed, and he pulled. Mom's hand went down again. "Babe, you're going to get them out of my top. That's enough." He used all his effort to obey, and rubbing her shoulders and arms brought his own face within inches of hers.
He ended at her fingertips, and entwined his in both hands, bringing their clasped hands up to his chest. "I love you, Mom," he said in a trembling voice.
