One afternoon, near the end of the summer, my wife and I were walking along the beach, enjoying the last reminders of the fading season. We talked as we strolled along through the sand, water gently lapping at our feet every now and then. As we reached the end of the beach, I quickly shot a glance over at the log, sitting majestically in the lowering sunlight, almost beckoning me to it. My wife saw the expression on my face and looked up at me questioningly. I tried to look away but she caught me and I knew I would have to explain.
Before I could start to say anything, my wife let go of my hand and started walking towards the log. I reluctantly followed her and finally caught up to her as she reached it. She quickly looked over it and then turned around to face me.
“So this is where you two have been coming all this time,” she said as she searched my face for any reaction.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I replied, quickly looking away.
“I know when you’re trying to hide something from me and you have that look on your face right now,” she said moving closer to me until I could feel her against me. “You two have spent quite a lot of time together over the summer and I just wondered what you did, that’s all.”
“We just talked a lot,” I answered weakly.
“Oh, come one. What did you talk about? Sex?”
I looked at her.
“Well, yes, a little,” I said, trying not to let her hear any hesitation in my voice.
“Well, tell me all about it. After all, I am his mother and I should know what he has been doing too.”
“I don’t think I should. After all, it was just man talk, not something a woman would want to hear.”
She took my hand and led me over to the side of the log, pulling me down beside her, so we were leaning against the log, looking out at the ocean.
“Come on, I want to hear all about it,” she said, turning to smile at me. “I won’t say anything.”
I had to do some quick thinking. How was I going to tell her that the two of us had been fucking each other almost constantly, all summer.
“I still don’t think I should be telling you this,” I finally said.
“Yes you should,” she insisted. “I want to know what is going on in our son’s life.”
“You promise not to say anything?”
“I promise.”
I took a deep breath and started.
“Would it surprise you to know our son is bisexual?”
I heard her gasp quietly but she didn’t move. After a minute of absolute silence, she finally said, “No, I wouldn’t be that surprised. Is he?”
“Is he what?” I asked.
“Bisexual?”
“Yes, he is.”
There was another profound silence for a minute or two.
“Did he tell you all about his affairs with men?” she asked.
“A little,” I replied.
“Then, I want to hear all about them, every description and detail. Don’t leave anything out.”
I looked over at her and she was watching me closely. I looked out at the ocean again and took another deep breath.
“He told me about his roommate and how they had sex with each other in their dorm room.”
“Go on.”
“He told me about meeting others and having sex with them many times over the months he was at school.”
I looked at her again and she was fidgeting a little on the sand, moving her legs and ass, trying to find a more comfortable position.
“You sure you want to hear this?” I asked.
“Yes, go on.”
“Well, it turns out that he enjoys having a hard cock up his ass as much as he enjoys doing it to someone else.”
I looked at her again and her face was turning red. Maybe it was from me using the word cock because I didn’t very often use such language in front of her or maybe it was that she was getting excited.
“Did he tell you what it feels like?” she asked.
“Yes.”
We were quiet for a few minutes while she continued to fidget beside me as I looked out at the ocean, my mind in a fog.
“Did you have sex with him?” she suddenly asked, looking straight at me.
I knew at that moment that she knew about the two of us. There was no hiding the fact that we had fucked each other often since he had arrived home.
I hesitated and then just nodded. She didn’t say anything but I could sense in her, something, told me, she was going to be ok with the fact.
“Did you enjoy it?” she finally asked, still looking at me.
I could feel her breath against my cheek and turned to find she had gotten to her knees and had leaned over towards me. The look on her face was something I hadn’t seen in quite a while. Her face was flushed and she was breathing harder, excitedly as she looked at me, waiting for me to answer her.
“Yes I did. I enjoyed the feeling of him both inside me and inside him.”
“You mean you let him fuck you?”
“Yes, I did.”
“And you fucked him too?”
“Yes.”
I was getting really nervous now. My wife didn’t use that language, in fact, I don’t ever recall her using the word fuck before. Now, here she was, her breath on my face, asking me if I was fucking with our son.
“I want to see the two of you together,” she said.
“Why?”
“Let’s just say, I want to watch the two of you fucking each other’s asses and hearing you moaning and groaning.”
I looked at her and she was smiling at me. The glint in her eyes told me she was excited and she looked so beautiful in the setting sun that, how could I refuse her.
“We’ll have to talk about this later when the three of us are together,” I said, smiling back at her.
“I have a better idea,” she said.
She reached into a pocket in her shorts and pulled out a cell phone.
“I’ll call home and tell him to join us, ok?”
Before I could answer, she had the phone to her ear. I watched her as she waited for our son to answer. Her face was aglow and her chest was heaving from the heavy breaths she was taking. I could see her nipples through the fabric of the shirt she had on and realized that she didn’t have a bra on.
“Hi hon,” she suddenly said into the phone. “Your father and I are down on the beach. Why don’t you come and join us?”
