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  After I had cleaned myself up, I had returned to bed to find Mom lying on her side. Facing away from me, I’d slid in next to her and put my arm around her waist. Mom cooed happily and slid all the way up against me so that she was nestled into me, her head on the pillow just under mine. I felt awkward holding her like this, but after what she had done for me would have felt like an ass if I didn’t curl up with her. Mom fell asleep for real this time and as I lay there feeling her stomach rise and fall beneath my hand, I felt that wave of affection again.

  Unfortunately that was followed by the thought that I had just allowed my mother to jerk me off. No, I tried to tell myself, Cynthia had done that. At that, I had rolled my eyes. I was starting to buy into this sick scenario.

  Cynthia and Mom were the same person, but as Cynthia, she had a way of making me forget she was mom. Mom shifted in her sleep and I became aware of the fact my hand was just below her tits and I could feel them pressing into my arm. I also noticed my cock was pushing into her ass, her very firm ass. The moonlight allowed me to look down and see her face and she looked beautiful, her perfect features completely peaceful.

  My gaze drifted to the smooth skin of her neck and I felt a desire to kiss her there as she had done to me. I leaned over until my lips were right at her neck and, feeling like a nervous teenager, gave her a quick peck. Mom sighed in her sleep and pushed herself further back into me, which was when I noticed I was hard again and was completely disgusted with myself.

  Mom wasn’t coming onto me or saying anything dirty, she was laying there sleeping and I was getting aroused. With a sinking feeling in my stomach I realized I was losing this fight. Dad had convinced Mom and she was seducing me. I was adamant she was my mother, but had caved the minute she’d touched my cock.

  Disgusted, I’d managed to slide away from her and over to my side of the bed. I’d laid there for what seemed like hours, before getting up, slipping some clothes on and going out on the deck where I watched the moon set and the sun begin to rise. Speaking of the sun it was high in the sky and there were quite a few people on the beach.

  I wondered how long I’d slept. Standing up, I walked over to the door and seeing the kitchen empty, walked in and looked at the clock, to my surprise it was noon. I saw a note on the table and picking it up saw it was from dad, they had gone down to visit the Cabral’s who had been renting the cabin at the end of the beach the same week we had rented ours for years.

  I went over to the fridge and went through the motions of making myself a couple of eggs and some toast. I felt as if I were sleepwalking. I was tired and my head wouldn’t stop racing. The lasts thought to spin through my exhausted mind was Mom’s saying today was her turn. Last night I had, as she had said, lain there and let her do what she wanted to. But could I push myself to do something to her?

  What was she expecting? I closed my eyes as I envisioned her spreading her legs and asking me to lick her pussy. The thought was disturbing and it dawned on me that was because I was alone. If Mom, or her perverted alias Cynthia was sitting here telling me to, could I resist?

  After only eating half the eggs, I tossed the rest and after a quick shower, tossed on just a pair of shorts and going around to the other side of the cabin laid down on the small deck that faced away from the beach. This way maybe when mom and dad came back they might think I went out. I must have fallen asleep again, because the next thing I heard was dad’s voice calling my name. I opened my eyes to see him sitting on the old lounge chair next to the one I was in.

  “Sleeping the day away kid.” He said.

  “Yeah well, I didn’t sleep much last night.”

  As soon as I spoke I felt a wave of guilt crash through me. Last night, while he slept alone, my mother had not only spent the night in my bed, but had licked my cum from her goddamn hand. I felt myself turning red and whispered, “Dad…I…I’m sorry.”

  “For what?” he asked, “Doing what I want you to?” he gave me a tired smile, “I knew Cynthia could be very persuasive.”

  “We… we didn’t…”

  Dad put his hand up and I stopped.

  “I know exactly what you did. Cynthia told me everything.” He shook his head, “You hurt her feelings Jason.”

  “I…how?” I asked.

  “How? Since when do you let a woman do something like that for you then leave her alone in the bed like a cheap whore?” he shook his head, “We raised you better than that.”

  “I’m sorry.” I said softly, “When we were uh…done, I curled up with her, but I just…I felt all messed up and I needed to be alone and I…”

  “You wanted more and felt it was wrong.” Dad said.

  “No I…”

  “Don’t lie. You saw that beautiful woman next to you, the woman who just did something dirty for you and promised more and more is what you wanted.” He shrugged. “It’s okay Jason, it’s what we want.”

  “It’s what…” I started, but he cut in.

  “It is what we all want now. You lie to yourself if you want, but you could have stopped her last night, you know you could have. You didn’t, you gave in.”

  “It was so wrong.” I shook my head.

  ‘No Jason, the only thing wrong was when you left her there alone like a hooker.” He sighed, “She was hurt this morning and disappointed.”

  “I should have known better.” I agreed.

  “Not only that, but she was disappointed because it was going to be your turn to take care of her, she was looking forward to waking you up in a….” he looked away. “Fun way and letting you make her feel good.”

  “I don’t know if I could.”

  “You can.” He told me. “You need to forget about all this moral bullshit and just go with it. You want her now Jason, you’d be a fool not to.”

  “I…I’ll apologize to her.” I said, trying not to respond to his last words.

  “You’ll do better than that.” He told me, standing, “Come with me.”

  “Where are we going, I asked, standing as well.”

  “I’m going for a long walk, you’re going to make last night up to Cynthia.”

  Without waiting for an answer he turned and walked inside. I followed him through the beach house and reaching the doors to the main deck we went right back outside. I froze as soon as I stepped through the door and saw Mom.

  She was lying on her stomach on lounge chair wearing just the bottom of the skimpy red bikini. Her top was untied and laying beneath her, exposing the smooth skin of her back. As if they had a mind of their own, my eyes started at the bottom of her bare feet and worked their way along the length of her tanned legs to linger on that amazing ass.

  It was hot as hell and her dark skin was glistening with sweat. Mom’s blonde hair was pulled up in a bun and I again found myself staring at the soft skin of her neck. Mom shifted in the chair and to my chagrin spread her legs open a little more. I swallowed as I stared at the skin of her inner thigh and tried not to stare at the small strip of material that covered her…

  “Here.” Dad’s voice cut into my observation of my mother’s body.

  I looked at him to see he was holding a bottle of suntan lotion.

  “Why don’t you rub this on Cynthia while I make myself scarce for awhile?”

  I took the bottle he pressed into my hand and looked at him to see him staring longingly at Mom. He sighed and with a shrug said, “Take your time and do whatever she wants.” He looked me in the eye. “Do whatever you want.”

  He abruptly turned away from me and walking down the stairs to the beach headed down towards the chowder house, he didn’t look back.

  “You going to be a good boy and put some lotion on me baby?” Mom asked.

  I turned to see she had propped herself up on her elbows and I could see her tits, right down to the nipples. I quickly turned my head and walking around the chair, sat down at the end of it between her feet.

  “Yeah sure,” I said nervously. “Wha
tever you want Mom.”

  “It’s Cynthia and be careful with that, you have no idea what I want.”

  Yeah I do, I thought. Tipping the bottle I squirted some of the lotion onto her back and leaning forward started rubbing it into her warm skin.

  “Oh, that feels so good.” Mom purred as my hands needed her shoulders. “You have such nice strong hands.

  “Thanks.” I said lamely as I squirted some more lotion on her.

  For the next several minutes I rubbed the lotion into Mom’s back and down her arms. I had planned on doing it quickly, but fact was I was enjoying not only the feeling of her soft skin, but the noises she was making as I rubbed her down were driving me crazy. They started as contented sighs, but were now closer to moans of pleasure as I worked the small of her back. At this point I was fighting to keep my eyes on her back and not trail down to her legs and ass. Mom had her face down and turned to the side and her eyes were closed as she released those soft sounds. I stopped rubbing and was starting to get off the chair when she said, “Hey honey, what about my legs?”

  “Oh, well uh…”

  “Start at my feet.” Mom said. “Can’t have me burning now can we?”

  “Of course not.” I said and with an air of a drowning man going down for the last time, turned around and lifting her right foot, started to rub lotion on it.

  “Mmm, I like that.” Mom whispered as I massaged the soft skin of the bottom of her foot.

  I finished her foot and after rubbing lotion into the other, turned again and now kneeling on the chair between her legs, squirted lotion along the backs of her long shapely legs. As I started working it into her well muscled calves, I began to sweat from something more than the heat. I was no longer able to control my eyes and they were locked in between Mom’s legs. The bikini had ridden slightly to one side and I core I could see the lighter skin of her pussy. Just over that the tight firm cheeks of her ass seemed to be calling to me.

  Even as I worked my way slowly, very slowly, up her legs, I imagined those cheeks beneath my hands. I envisioned spreading them open and putting my face between her legs, sliding the bikini to the side and…I closed my eyes and told myself to stop, but there was no power behind that thought. My cock was raging in my pants and Mom was now starting to move her hips back and forth as I was now rubbing the backs of her thighs. Even as I continued massaging her, I knew where this would go if I didn’t stop.

  I screamed at myself to put the bottle down and say I was done, go sit in the chair next to her or go back inside, just get the hell away from that tanned ass and that damn little strip of red material. Instead my hands were now just under the cheeks of her ass and I was now at the point of no return, it was either continue to her ass or stop. I paused and she said softly, “Keep going, you know you want to.”

  I started to say I was done, but at that moment Mom pushed her ass up into the air, inviting me to rub it.

  “Oh, fuck.” I whispered as I stared at that perfect ass.

  The bikini had slid towards the middle of her ass, leaving most of her cheeks exposed and with a look around as if someone from the beach could see me over the railing, I put my hands on my mother’s ass and started working the lotion into it.

  “Damn that feels good.” Mom cooed and I had to agree, her ass felt even better than I had imagined.

  Between how warm her skin was and how damn firm her cheeks were, I was not even pretending I wasn’t enjoying touching her. I spread my hands so that my thumbs were at the bottom of her cheeks and as I closed my hand, kneading her flesh, I watched her cheeks spread open causing the bikini to ride up even more. Mom opened her legs wider and I began to work my hand slower on her ass. I was at the point where as I was squeezing her cheeks my fingers were on her warm inner thighs and I could feel them trembling. Mom was rocking her hips steadily and I watched her ass rise and fall.

  I slid my hands down and was now rubbing the insides of her thighs and released a breath as Mom moaned softly. I worked my hands further up and I could now feel the edge of my hand sliding along the crotch of her bikini. As I continued to rub I started pressing the side of my hand harder against her…pussy. I was rubbing her pussy. Mom moaned louder and started working her hips, sliding her pussy along my hand.

  I had knocked the lotion over and didn’t care seeing as how I hadn’t added any in awhile. My cock was aching between my legs as my mother worked her pussy against my hand. I moaned softly as I could feel the bikini getting wet. My hand trembling, I slid it between her legs and pressing my fingers against her pussy started rubbing it through the material.

  “Oh, yes.” Mom moaned

  “Do…do you like that?” I asked,

  “I’d like it better if they were inside.”

  I paused and she added, “Go on honey, slide those fingers inside, feel how wet I am for you.”

  Taking a deep breath, I hooked my fingers inside of the bikini and pressed them against her hot and very wet flesh. I slid them up through the length of her pussy and Mom groaned, “Oh honey, that is sooo nice!”

  I started rubbing my fingers through the lips of her sopping pussy and moaned myself at how wet she was. I could hear my fingers sliding through her. When I’d worked them back down, Mom whispered, “Inside honey, nice and easy, just….ohhhh yes.”

  Mom purred as I slipped two fingers into the entrance of her pussy. I hesitated briefly, then figuring there was no turning back now, slowly pushed them inside her. Mom released a long sexy moan that made my cock twitch in my pants and I began pumping my fingers slowly in and out of her. Mom started rocking her hips gently, working in rhythm with my fingers so she was pushing them deeper as I thrust them in. I was rubbing her ass with my other hand and had pushed the top of the bikini aside as well. I spread her cheeks, enjoying watching my glistening fingers sliding in and out of her smooth pink pussy.

  I also noticed the pink rosebud of her asshole and began easing my thumb towards it. No girl had ever let me play with theirs and I kept hearing Mom’s voice in my ear saying “Anything”.

  “Put your thumb on top baby,” Mom whispered, “Find that clit.”

  Her words sent a thrill through me and pressing my thumb against her pussy I slid it up until I encountered her swollen button.

  “Yes!” Mom cried out as her hips jerked against my hand.

  I started rubbing my thumb in circles as I continued to finger her and smiled at the look on her face. Mom had her eyes closed and her lips were parted as she released those tiny little moans while I worked her pussy.

  “Faster baby,” Mom moaned, “Rub that pussy, make your dirty girl purr for you.”

  Her words caused my fingers to speed up and I could now hear them sliding in and out of her hot, wet and surprisingly tight, pussy. Mom’s hips started rocking faster and I started pushing harder on her clit. Mom’s moans were getting louder and seemed to be getting higher pitched. I could feel her ass trembling beneath my hand and started squeezing it. Again I looked at her asshole and had the insane urge to tongue it. Instead I slid my thumb over until I was pressing lightly against it, and rested it there while I squeezed her ass and fingered her.

  “Ohhh, you bad boy,” she moaned as she started thrusting her hips hard into my fingers. “You want to play with your dirty girls ass don’t you?”

  “I….” I swallowed nervously and whispered, “Yes please,”

  “Oh, “ Mom cooed as she started gyrating her hips into my fingers, grinding her clit into my thumb, “That’s nice, someone taught you manners. “ she giggled at her joke, then gasped as I shoved my fingers harder into her.

  “Yes,” she moaned, “Right there honey! Just like that I….” Mom shoved her hips into my hand and seemed to pause, her entire body started trembling and she groaned, “Go ahead baby, push your thumb in my ass, it’s your ass.”

  My ass, I thought as I shoved my thumb in to her incredibly tight hole. That thought was erased when Mom let out a long loud wait that I
’m sure people on the beach could hear. Her already tight pussy, convulsed around my plunging fingers and thrusting her hips up to meet them, Mom came harder than anyone I’d ever seen. Lifting her head, she released another loud cry and started bucking her hips wildly into my hand. She tried to close her legs, but I was kneeling between them and she began squirming side to side moaning and driving her hips up.

  I kept my thumb moving on her clit and was also working my other thumb gently in and out of her ass. I could feel her ass tightening around my finger and moaned at how good it felt. Not as good as her gushing pussy which was getting wetter by the minute as I continued to finger her. Mom’s pussy contracted around my fingers and with a scream that probably had the life guards looking around, she arched her back and I felt warm gush of fluid around my fingers and watched as it came out and dripped down her thighs.

  “Oh fuck!” Mom groaned, “Oh honey! Oh I…”

  She trailed off into a long slow moan that was the hottest thing I’d ever heard. Mom slumped down into the chair gasping for breath and I slid my fingers gently from her pussy and ass. I brought my hand up and with no hesitation sucked my fingers into my mouth. I rolled my eyes at the forbidden taste of my mother and sitting back on my knees stared down at the huge bulge in my shorts. Mom was looking over her shoulder at me and I felt my cock jump at the look of lust in her eyes.

  “Take it out.” She told me.

  ‘I…what?” I asked.

  “Take your cock out and come take me honey, like you know you want to.”

  “Oh damn.” I whispered as Mom drew her legs up underneath pushing her ass in the air to face me.

  “Go ahead,” she told me, still gasping form her orgasm. “Slide that bikini to the side and slip that nice hard cock in there, come get your dirty girl, she needs you baby!”

  No longer caring if this was sick or not, I unsnapped my shorts and shoved them down, causing my cock to spring free.

  “Oh, yeah,” Mom purred, “That all for me?”

  “Every bit of it.” I whispered, sliding forward on the chair until I was directly behind her.