Disclaimer
All characters are 18 years of age or older, of sound mind, and able to consent. Any characters, or situations, depicting real-life people or events are purely coincidental. This story contains strong sexual themes, including: unrealistic anatomy, masturbation, hand-jobs, exaggerated volumes of male and female ejaculate, distended abdomens, vaginal penetration, mature female younger male, mother and son, cumming on a stranger, public sex, being put on display, cum massage and the use of cum as cream or lotion, beach, revealing swimwear, and unprotected sex without resulting in pregnancy or disease. This literary work is for entertainment purposes only and should not be used as justification for the pursuit of acting out any fantasies or fetishes reflected in this story. Please do not re-post this work without permission from the author. Most importantly, and I cannot stress this enough...please enjoy yourself.
A quick word from the author
For this chapter, I am experimenting with colored text to stylize the character's moans and cries of ecstasy. My personal style, I would like my stories to read like one of those adult comics, which is why I'm relying more on SFX, heart icons, and specially formatted text. I hope this trial doesn't make it too distracting to read and enjoy. Hopefully, it might alert readers to the more explicit scenes and aid in some pretty erotic imagination.
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♫ Previously on Slut Son ♫
After being tantalized and titillated by the hung stud in Shipping, Chanté Williams--the Director of Promotions and Events at the resort where Simon works--devised a plan to lure Simon to a luxury suite where she was photographing the renovations for an advertising campaign. While the photo-shoot was real, conning her male model to the bed was for her own satisfaction. There, with her statuesque, goddess-like, ebony body, she seduced her white stallion and caught the entire affair on camera. With such a vigorous tryst, she would be satisfied for a while; until her desires grew too strong again. Turning his attention back to his mother, Simon is seeking a more romantic coupling, and with far more forbidden fruit. With the two having a reputation for no restraint, will they be able to keep their hands to themselves while on a public beach?
Chapter 14 - A Day at the Beach
"Seriously, sweety. I can carry more." Candice Memphis stood at the entry to the teak plank walkway that led out to the sands on Barker's Island with a mere canvas bag slung over her shoulder. She was a short, bubbly, blond haired woman who was deceptively young looking, especially for a woman in her forties. Something in her daily routine was transforming her and practically making her age in reverse. Perhaps it was because she was eating healthier and working out regularly. Perhaps it was the licentious lifestyle she rather quickly adapted to. Perhaps it was the endless loads of incestuous cum her hung son either pumped into her lewd holes, or dumped recklessly onto her mature shapely body. The only real telltale sign of her masked age were her full voluptuous breasts that hung lower than would be expected of a twenty year old, but even that could be explained by their obvious size and weight.
"It's okay. Really. I can handle it." Simon Memphis, the only child of Candice, replied as he juggled two large beach bags hoisted onto his right shoulder, two vinyl lounge chairs tucked under his left arm, and a large bag--containing a disassembled beach umbrella--held tightly in his right hand. He was a charming, handsome, young man, fiercely loyal to the women in his life, and what he lacked in courage he made up for in blessed physical gifts. Not referring to his height, or his broad chest, chiseled abs, or deep V cut; those he worked on quite diligently to maintain some level of overt sex appeal. Rather, he was endowed with a fat heavy cock that grew immeasurably long and fat, and was seldom successfully concealed by his garments.
The load Simon carried made him awkwardly shuffle across the gravel parking area, not due to its weight, but rather the bulkiness of each object he stuffed into his arms.
"Sweety, please. I think I can carry more than one bag." Candice playfully objected.
"I want to carry this." Simon doubled down. "And I want you to not have to worry about a thing, and just enjoy the day." He smiled.
Candice returned her son's smile, "I'm with my handsome hunk. Of course I'm enjoying the day." She had waited until he caught up with her before she continued onward to the bright white sands of the island.
As Candice walked down the pathway, she lifted her head to catch the warm sun on her face. Even through her thick sunglasses, the heat caressed her skin and soothed her body. When a large gust of wind came up and surprised her, she grasped her wide-brimmed straw hat and held it to her head.
"Don't lose that." Simon chuckled. His mother simply turned her head to look back at him and laughed.
'What a beautiful day,'
Candice thought as she continued down the walkway.
'This is just perfect. I can't remember the last time I felt this invigorated. This happy. And my sister was right, these suits are so freeing. It feels incredible to be nude in public.'
Nude
wasn't quite correct, but with the bikini Candice had chosen, she might as well have been. It was a bright blue colored, micro bikini design. A taut string ran under he exposed swaying breasts, but provided no support. A thin, barely an inch wide, strip of fabric was just enough to cover her nipples while leaving no imagination to her tanned pebbled areola. And the bright blue straps of her bottoms were only visible as they rounded over her wide hips.
While following his mother down the path, Simon was in fact having the time of his life. The cumbersome load he carried seemed weightless in his arms as he became entranced and salivated at the sight before him.
'She must be, like, doing all squats now.'
Simon thought, watching the sexy sashay of his mother's rolling hips and her perfect ass bouncing with each seductive step.
'Oh god, she's swallowed that thong.'
He lusted as he licked his lips.
'So fat. So juicy now. I actually wanted this be a relaxing, romantic, trip to the beach, but if I don't fuck her soon...oh god I'm going to end up taking her right on the sand.'
Simon's lust-driven concentration was temporarily broken when a tall, platinum blonde woman in a hot-pink bikini passed them on the walkway returning from the beach. Her hair was pulled up in a tight, wind-blown mess at the back of her head. Like Candice, large, deep-tinted sunglasses shielded most of her face. Her darkened tanned skin glistened in the bright sun from sweat and sun oil. And behind her, she pulled a collapsible cart on wheels that contained several towels, a recliner, and an umbrella.
"Hello." Candice greeted the woman.
"Hi." The stranger replied as the two women exchanged smiles. Fortuitous for the platinum blonde, her dark shades concealed her bulging stare as she scanned the mother's body.
'Oh...my...god! I can't believe what she's wearing. NOT wearing.'
The woman thought aghast.
'Someone thinks pretty highly of themselves. Like she's got the body for that. Although, her skin's flawless. And she's got great breasts. Natural? They hang like they're natural. Hips are a little wide, I bet she's had a kid, but they go great with that ass. How old exactly is this woman?'
Normally, it would have been safe to presume that Candice suffered the embarrassment of her puffy pink pussy lips swallowing the narrow strip of her micro bikini bottoms. However, the new Candice was a self-assured confident woman who rather enjoyed putting her lewd body on display. The thin fabric still covered her sensitive clit, and that was enough for her.
The stranger then caught the gaze of the young man trailing behind the scantily clad woman. He simply smiled and nodded, acknowledging her presence, and then continued to trundle down the pathway like a loyal beast of burden.
"Hi." The stranger repeated before she did another double take.
'Okay, what the actual fuck is going on. Did those shrink on him?'
Simon, at first glance, wore a seemingly normal pair of swim shorts. They were a red, reddish pink, and beige flannel pattern, with a large white drawstring tied in the front. Perhaps the offensive part was that his suit was exceedingly tight in the crotch, and hung suggestively low on his hips. So low, in fact, that the pronounced "V" of his chiseled abdomen forced the stranger's eye to what became obvious was the top of his exposed root.
