All characters are over the age of 18.
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We went to Cancun on vacation with a group of other families. My friends and I were on the beach burying each other when my mom decided to join us. She was goofing around and wanted us to bury her, too. After we got her covered, my friend Nico built two large mounds on her chest, playing them off as her boobs. She didn't say anything but just laughed it off.
The next day, everyone left to get lunch, so Nico and I were on the beach alone with her. He asked my mom if we could bury her again, and she agreed. This time, he purposely left her bikini-covered boobs exposed while covering the rest of her body with sand.
My mom asked him, "Aren't you forgetting something?"
He responded, "I'm leaving the best for last." She chuckled but surprisingly let him continue.
My mom laid there with only her face and big boobs sticking out of the sand. Nico grabbed a handful of sand and released it down the middle of her chest, separating her breasts on each side. Then he moved his hand above her left breast, letting sand fall from the grasp of his hand like an hourglass. He was targeting the middle of her bikini top.
"Nico, what are you doing?" she asked.
With a smirk, he told her, "I'm just taking my time."
My friend was no longer trying to bury her but rather teasing her in an inappropriate way. And then we both noticed it. Her nipples started to protrude through the fabric of her bikini like they were erect.
Nico continued onto her right side, releasing sand onto her hardened nipple. I looked at my mom, and she had an odd, flushed appearance on her face. He kept switching between her left and right breasts, letting it hit directly onto her nipples.
And then suddenly, we heard a sound escape from her lips, "Oooh."
"Are you ok mom?" I asked.
"Uh yeah...um that's enough for today," she said while getting up and walking to the ocean water to rinse off.
Nico excitedly turned to me, "Did you see her nipples!"
I wasn't surprised by his comment. For the longest time, my best friend Nico had been infatuated with my mom. He was always talking about her, telling me how hot she looked. Over time, the things he said got worse.
I would always tell him to "shut up!" but hearing him talk about my mom has changed my perception of her. The thing was, my mom was very pretty. She was in her mid-30s but looked ten years younger. Being Asian, she was slim and petite, with smooth skin, unlike the other moms who had cellulite. And her D-cup size breasts, even though fake, looked spectacular against her small five-foot frame.
Later that night, I was awakened by a familiar sound, "Ooohh."
I opened my eyes to the clock on the nightstand. It was 2:38 AM. My mom and dad were on their bed while I slept on my own bed facing away from them.
And then I heard my mom again, "Ahhhh," followed by heavy breathing.
I could hear the sound of their bed moving and my dad telling her, "Shhhh, you're going to wake up Alan."
I continued listening to the rocking motion of the bed and their heavy breathing. The pace quickened, and soon after, my mom moaned even louder, "Ooohhhh...ahhhhhh!"
It finally stopped, and I could hear my dad asking her, "What's gotten into you today?"
She told him, "I don't know...just something about being at the beach."
The next morning, I was alone with Nico when he asked me, "Do you think your mom will let us bury her again?"
After what happened yesterday, I told him, "There's no way she's gonna let us do it again."
He told me, "I bet you she does." Nico and I would always have these little disputes.
He whispered to me, "Remember her nipples, how hard they were. Do you think she was turned on?"
I told him, "Shut up!"
Nico continued, "Do you think she'll let us see her naked?"
"Shut up!!"
Similar to the day before, everyone returned to the hotel for a late lunch while Nico and I stayed with my mom on the beach.
As soon as everyone left, Nico asked her, "Mrs H, can we bury you again?"
My mom looked at him like she knew he was up to no good. The sun finally came out, so she told him, "Sorry Nico, I need to even out my tan today."
I couldn't believe what my friend suggested, "You should go topless."
"Nico, you're so naughty!" my mom told him.
He tried to explain, "Well, you said you wanted to even out your tan, and we saw those other women topless."
He was right. We were at a beach where there were topless sunbathers. It was the running joke between us all that week.
My mom continued telling him, "Those women are young, and you know how bad it would look if someone saw me go topless in front of you two."
Nico tried to persuade her, "Mrs H, you look way better than those other women, and no one here knows you. Alan and I can keep a lookout while you tan."
My mom paused, "What do you mean?"
He explained, "We'll sit away from you and let you know if anyone walks by so you can cover up."
I was impressed by the way Nico was scheming just to see my mom's tits.
Surprisingly, she was thinking it over, "It wouldn't be the first time I've gone topless, just not in front of you boys."
Nico told her, "We'll turn away and promise not to look." I knew that the last part was a lie.
I was surprised to see her considering it, "It would be nice not to have tan lines. You boys promise not to look, right?"
Nico and I nodded excitedly.
My mom glanced around and said, "Ok, let's do this before everyone returns. If you see anyone walking by, let me know."
Nico looked at me with a big grin on his face. We both couldn't believe it worked. We sat on the sand in front of my mom while she moved her lounge chair behind us. She hid herself between two umbrellas where the sun came through.
She reached behind to untie her top like she was about to pull it off, but then looked at us, "You two turn around!"
We did as she said and then listened to her telling us, "Ok, boys, if you see someone, let me know."
Ten feet behind us, my mom lay there half-naked with her tits out in the open. It was so tempting to look, but we kept our heads forward.
After several minutes, a man walked by, so we alerted her. She said, "Ok, let me know when he's gone."
We looked back to find her flipped over with only her back exposed. It was still hot seeing her in only bikini bottoms and nothing else. The man quickly glanced at her and then continued walking.
"Ok Mom, he's gone", I said to her.
She flipped back over while we turned our heads away. A few minutes later, a couple walked by, so we warned her again. Several minutes later, it was an older man, but he stared at Mom for the longest time before leaving.
While we continued to keep a lookout, Nico would give me a look like he was daring me to turn around. Even though I shook my head, he finally did it himself. I watched him glance back and then look at me wide-eyed. He nodded at me, signaling it was safe to look.
Against my better judgment, we both looked back together. I saw my mom lying flat on her chair with her eyes closed. Her tits were completely exposed, out in the open for anyone to see. They looked firm and shapely, with big dark nipples pointing up towards the sky.
I thought to the times when I was younger and saw my mom naked. But I don't ever remember having the same feeling I was experiencing at that moment. Something in me had stirred, and I looked down to find myself aroused. It had the same effect on Nico by how he adjusted his shorts.
We kept turning our heads back and forth, taking quick glances so she wouldn't catch us. We were so occupied with her that we didn't see the old man walking back towards us. When we saw him, it was too late to warn her. He stood there staring at my mom's tits, not too far away from where we were sitting. For some reason, I found it even more exciting that there was this strange man looking at her naked body.
Before the old man walked away, he gave us the thumbs up. Nico, being his crazy self, responded to him with a jerking gesture.
Afterward, my mom flipped over to tan her backside, hiding her front against the chair. Nico continued scheming for a way to see her tits again. He grabbed a cold bottled water from the cooler and snuck over to one side. I couldn't believe he was so bold as to pour cold water onto her back, hoping she would reveal herself again.
