It was a typical Saturday morning in Washington state in the summer following my 18th birthday. The sun was shining and the temperature was warming up outside when my mother suggested that I go to the beach with her and her friend Lori to go beachcombing. Mom knew that I loved combing the beach and the place we usually went to was pretty secluded so I had a chance to find some really nice treasures.
I didn't know Lori very well but I didn't like the thought of my mom going out to the beach by herself due to the lack of people and the fact that there was no way to reach us in case of an emergency. This was in the days prior to everyone having a cell phone. So, I agreed to go with them to the beach and spend some time walking and searching for some shells or various random items.
We picked up Lori and made it to the beach around noon. Lori was a very attractive blonde with a great body. My mom was a brunette with a smaller sized body but she carried it very well. When we got to the beach they both changed their clothes and it was the first time I had seen my mom in a bikini top in person. I had seen some polaroids that my dad had taken of her that I found in their drawers while snooping around but this was entirely different. The pictures that dad had taken didn't do her justice at all. Her slim body and modest breasts we much better in person and I glanced but looked away whenever she caught my glare.
I had thoughts about my mother before that started before I found the pictures but I was ashamed to admit to it. After I found the pictures that my dad had taken, I sometimes took them to my room and masturbated while looking at them. She looked so perfect and I thought about having my cock in her mouth. It wouldn't take long and I would be shooting my cum thinking about my mom sucking it. Then I would be sure to replace the pictures in the same order that I got them before anyone would get home.
One this day at the beach though, I saw how much more attractive her body was. Her tits weren't big at all but they looked great on her build. Standing there I wished I could have seen her changing and got a glimpse of her nipples.
She and Lori walked and talked and I decided to start combing the beach for some "treasures" as the sun reached the middle of the sky. It was a perfect day. As they walked on ahead of me, I noticed that Lori took out a cigarette and lit it up. I am not a smoker and really didn't approve of it but it was her life I guess. After a while, she passed the cigarette to my mother and I saw her puff on it and hold it in her hands. I was upset about that because my mother didn't smoke! At least I didn't know that she did. I was catching up to them now and she must have noticed the upset look on my face because she passed it back quickly to Lori.
I walked right passed them without saying a word because I couldn't really think of what to say. She is my mom and I guess she could do what she wanted but I didn't have to be happy about it or agree with it. She caught up with me and started casual conversation about the beach.
"Find anything new yet?" Mom asked.
I just shrugged and let out a mumble indicating that I didn't really want to talk about it.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing mom, everything is fine," I said while looking away. "Just fine."
She pulled me by the arm and I spun around to face her. I could see the worried look on her face and I guess she could tell that I was a little upset.
"Tell me what's wrong or I will attack you right here," mom insisted.
I pulled away and didn't say a word. What was I to say to her? That I didn't approve of her smoking and thought that it was kind of stupid to be starting something that late in life? She was 38 and wanted to start smoking now? For all I knew she had been doing it for years and I just never saw her doing it. I was upset so I just turned and walked down the beach alone.
A few seconds later, mom was true to her word and 'attacked' me by sternly grabbing me again and asking what was wrong but this time a little more insistently. As she turned me I tried to pull away and fell on my ass there on the beach. Mom was quick to get the upper hand in this situation and she pushed me backwards onto my back and then straddled me, pinning my arms back onto the sandy beach. She was small in stature but she could hold her own and, of course, I wasn't about to fight back with a woman. I did pretend to struggle a little but she knew I wasn't going to use force against her.