Chapter II - Tropical Ambrosia
(This is the second and final installment. To better understand and appreciate this profound love affair, please read Part 1 as that sets up this final act of forbidden fulfillment. Thank you and I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it. Many thanks to Mimi for her editing skills and help.)
The flight was uneventful, yet relaxing. Laurie had dressed in a white mini-skirt that hugged her perfect hips and a low cut black blouse. Her legs glistened with a smooth polish, as they were sleek and completely bare... she looked absolutely delicious. Brian was bashful to sit beside his mother at first, but by the time we landed, he was relaxed and at ease with his glowing mother. He had been seeing the blond stripper since our visit to the club, and had fully lived out his dream... but I could tell he wanted more. And as for Laurie, I could see her nerves were getting to her again as we got off the plane and made our way to the secluded beach bungalow.
Each of us had our own bedrooms as Laurie slipped away to hers once we arrived. Brian and I threw our suitcases on our beds and popped open some beers we grabbed on the way to the rental. Sitting outside on the luxurious deck, Brian and I sat down to admire the deep blue ocean and the white sands of the deserted beach before our eyes... it was paradise.
Laurie strolled out on the deck moments later, outfitted in her tight, jaw dropping black bikini I had just bought for her. Her wide motherly hips were wrapped in an ivory sarong with strings dangling from its edge, accenting the caramel thickness of her ripe thighs and buxom backside. Undoing the sarong as if a striptease, both Brian and I admired the high cut of the bottom piece of the bikini... showing off her sexy goods.... not to mention the thin black thong that rested between the delicious globes of her ambrosial buttocks. I looked up to admire the top that held back her full breasts that seemed to spill out from behind the brimming, robust fabric. She looked radiant... her long flowing blonde tresses, fluttering in the ocean breeze... a shapely, hour glass contour that made both Brian and I dizzy with ambition. I could just imagine how irresistible she would look when a deep gold tan would burnish that heavenly body of hers.
"Well, how do I look?" Laurie asked, twirling about to tempt her son, who sat there with his mouth agape.
I glanced back to Brian, seeing the look of absolute wonderment on his face before looking back to his mother's beautiful round ass.
"You look fantastic," I immediately replied. "Beautiful."
"Awwww, thanks," she replied before handing me a bottle of suntan oil. "Can you put some on my back?"
"Sure." I said without missing a beat.
Turning around, I caught Laurie looking over her shoulder at Brian as they shared a brief, sinful gaze before Brian looked away in guilt. With that, I poured a generous amount of warm oil into my palms and began to glaze her shoulders and arched back with the greasy gel. The wet sounds of lotion to skin made Brian clearly nervous as sat up in his seat, pretending not to notice.
"Can you get my hips please?" Laurie asked, arching her back out.
"Sure." I replied, lathering the beautiful smooth skin of her flesh.
I was smitten by her body, enamored by its captivating radiance and voluptuous luster. I slowed my actions, taking extra time to admire the teeming outline of her heart shaped ass. God almighty, this was getting hot. I could see Brian fidgeting in the corner of my eye as I continued on, covering every sweet inch of Laurie's curved backside with rich suntan oil. All I could think about was Brian's hands doing the same exact thing... grasping those promising hips in the throes of sexual bliss, burying his cock deep within the precious warmth of his mother's willing flesh. With both of my palms cupping the wide summit of each hip, I painstakingly descended down her legs, up and down, again and again as she moaned in surreal delight.
"Uhmmmm, thank you," Laurie whispered before making her way out to the beach with only her towel as her companion. "See ya'll later."
Both of us sat there, watching her glazed hips and ass sway with each gentle stride she took. Every step seemed to burst with seductive charm, causing ripples of activity to shift from side to side across her ass cheeks. There's just something so sexy about a woman's strut... every divine step was as if a work of the purest art.
"Whew," I murmured to myself, but loud enough for Brian to hear. "Sorry I got carried away there."
"I'm heading down to the village." Brian angrily answered, standing up to leave.
"Hey wait man!" I said, getting up to stop him. "Dude, I said I was sorry about that."
"I didn't come down here to watch you paw all over my mom." Brian replied.
"Is that why you think I brought you along?" I asked. "You and I both know she's already spoken for."
"You don't have to rub it in my face that you fuck my mom." Brian defiantly said.
"I wasn't talking about me." I shot back. "And truth be told, that's as far as I've ever gotten with her."
"Oh, shut the fuck up man." He yelled back.
"Dude, quit killing yourself over this," I answered. "She's beautiful, and we both know it. It's all right to look at her. My God, you'd be a fool not to."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" he rudely answered.
"I think you know exactly what I'm talking about," I said. "I heard what that stripper said to you back at that club that night... I know what it did to you, and how much you liked it."
"Are you saying I've got a thing for my own mom?" Brian said, staring me down. I could literally hear the years of conflict in his voice.
Now was the moment of truth... this was finally it.
"Yeah I am," I said. "And I think you should finally admit it and quit beating yourself up over it. That's why I've never done anything with her, because I know you're in love with her."
"Oh this is fucked up," Brian said, storming off as he tossed his beer bottle off to the side. "You're a fucking pervert, you asshole!"
I shook my head, frustrated with myself. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything... Damn, this wasn't as easy as I thought it to be.
Three days passed as Brian pretty much stayed away from his mother and I, going out every night to the nearby village to drink and have fun. I told Laurie what I had done, and she too was somewhat troubled by my actions. She too started regretting ever coming here and clammed up on me. Shit... Now I was not only out $5000, but also seriously jeopardized a dear friendship just for the sake of my own selfish fantasies. Maybe I was a pervert like Brian said I was.
That was, until Friday evening when Brian came into the kitchen as I was fixing supper. His mother had just come back in from sunning all day, and was already beginning to show a fantastic golden shine to her velvety skin. She was in the shower when Brian leaned against the counter.
"Dude, I'm sorry for being such a butthead," He ashamedly admitted. "I shouldn't have called you a pervert."
I sat down the spatula and turned to him, "Its alright man, I understand."
"No, I... I don't think you do," he continued. "It's uhh... its just tough, you know?"
"What is?"
"Just the... the... things I think about... feel. Hell I don't know."
"I think you do know, Brian."
Brian sighed heavily, fidgeting about with the papers on the counter in an anxious moment.
