Oh my God I have never been harder when reading a story than this Seris. I need part five soon.

 

Where is part 5...

 

More please

 

Part 5

The next morning I woke up from what seemed like the deepest and most restful sleep I've ever had. It finally happened. After so long I finally lost my virginity and my sister was the one to help make it happen. A smile crept on my face as images of Jane and Lily's cum filled mouths and writhing bodies flashed in my mind.

Last night after Jane left, we showered and cleaned each other off. Although I was exhausted from cumming over and over throughout the day, I still couldn't resist running my hands all over her body in the shower. The soap made her skin feel even more smooth, and the feeling of her soaped hand running over my cock was too much. I relented let her milk me once again. As she stroked me, we kissed passionately. I ran my hands all over her soapy tits groped at her ass. Finally, Lily got behind me and jerked me slowly. The feeling of her tits against my back and being in her control was too much and I shot my load. I couldn't believe how much I still had in the tank. Lily seemed so content, as if she lived to make me cum.

That night we had slept in separate beds, afraid mom and dad might come in through the adjoining room door and catch us in bed together in the morning. I was secretly relieved as it gave my body a chance to recuperate. I had a feeling today would be filled with even more fucking.

I looked over to the bed next door and saw Lily's fiery red hair in a mass on her pillow. She had twisted the thin blanket off her body over the course of the night, leaving her mostly exposed. She slept in a pair of men's boxers and thin white tank top. She was twisted in such a way that I could see the outlines of her pink nipples through the the thin fabric of her shirt, making me want nothing more than to reach over put them in my mouth.

Wait a minute, I thought to myself. What's stopping me? She'd probably love waking up that way.

Half-hard I started to get up when the room phone rang. Lily opened her eyes and seeing me nearly out of bed with half a hard-on made her laugh. "Answer the phone, perv."

I picked up the phone, kind of annoyed that whoever it was stopped me from getting some morning action. After a brief conversation I hung up.

"Who was it?" Lily asked.

"It was mom. She said to get up and meet them in 15 minutes downstairs in the cafe for breakfast. She said she and dad wanted to talk with us."

"Oh great. More talks about freedom and openness. I wonder what they would say if they saw how open we were last night. Ha! Dad would freak!" Lily said, laughing to herself.

"You really love teasing dad, but I have a feeling mom and dad might not be as prudish as you think. Remember mom's bikini yesterday?" Just remembering the string of her bikini passing through that firm ass made my dick twitch.

"Yea, that was pretty shocking. But come on, it's mom and dad. I had heard they had some wild days before we were born, and you can tell they are still really into each other, but still."

"Mom actually opened up when you were off frolicking on the beach. She told me about the ways...you know...she convinces dad to open up." As I said this I realized there I was finding it more hot than embarrassing to think about what mom would look like in action.

So was Lily apparently. "Mom told you about how she gets it on with dad?...That's really hot."

I was surprised, but not shocked. For one, I was feeling the same. Also, Lily and I had obviously passed the point of being squeamish about blurring family boundaries. "Honestly, I thought so too. Mom had already given me an eye full when she had me rub her down with sunscreen. Made me realize how sexy she can be." I turned to Lily to try and gauge her reaction. "You've always been close with dad. Have you ever thought about him that way?"

Lily smiled. "I guess we are way beyond hiding things aren't' we?" She moved to sit at the edge of the bed. "I think I've always wanted any attention dad would give me. When I got older, I guess I didn't separate regular attention from the attention he could give me as a man. I mean, he's still pretty hot. And from what I have seen, he's got just as nice a dick as you, little bro."

We both laughed, and I had to once again marvel at the changes we've had in a day. Here my sister and I were bonding over how fuckable our parents are. We got dressed and headed downstairs, realizing how starving we were.

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We headed downstairs and walked a bit to find the dining area. I looked over at Lily to admire her choice in bikini. This one was bright yellow and looked as if a sash had been tied around her neck, with each side swooping down in about an inch of ribbon to cover her nipples, meeting again to hug her pussy and widening to cover just enough of her ass to not be considered a string bikini. Thanks to her ample ass though, it still left plenty hanging out to watch as she walked. I guess this is one of the more risque suits she referred to when we went shopping.

This morning I let Lily chose my suit, so of course she wanted me to wear what she had picked out. It was red and short, with fabric tight enough to hug my ass and gave a hint of the bulge of my dick. Not quite speedo tight tough, thank god. Lily had talked about going topless today, but we decided to see where mom and dad were at with embracing that freedom so soon.

When we walked into the dining area, I scanned the room for dad. I chuckled to myself at how quickly the shock of seeing a mass of naked bodies wears off. Not to say that I wasn't enjoying the view, but it felt much more normal. I spotted dad, shirtless, at a large table for 4 alone, a plate of eggs and fruit in front of him.

"There's dad," I said, pointing. We approached the table and dad nearly spit out his coffee when he saw Lily.

"Morning kids," he sputtered, barely registering me. "Have a seat, your mom is grabbing a bunch of food for the table."

We sat down, and sure enough Mom walked up to the table carrying a mound of food. It was my turn to spit out my drink. As she bent to place the food onto the table she treated all of us with a view of her incredible breasts. Perfect little mounds, looking bigger still because of her slender yet fit frame. Her nipples small points of pink on perfectly round, quarter sized areolas. Hugging her firm ass was the bottom half of the same type of string bikini she wore yesterday, but this time in blue.

"Hope you kids are hungry." Starved, I thought. In so many ways.

"Wow mom, you're really putting it all out there. Very brave," Lily said.

"Not all," mom laughed as she patted the front of her bikini bottoms. "Not yet at least. We told you kids that your father and I would probably be taking part in the freedoms this resort allows. And you both are free to as well."

Lily and I both looked over to dad, expecting him to be stressed, but he was calm and smiling. Lily asked, "This really OK with you, dad?"

"Yes, sweetie. I think this could be good for us as a family. Being brave and trying something new. How about you kids?"

I was still staring at mom, but managed to get out, "Yea sure. If it's OK with you guys."

"I think it's great," said Lily, giving a smile to both mom and dad. Under the table I felt her hand give my dick a quick grab. I couldn't tell if it was because she was horny for me, or excited for these changes in our family.

The rest of breakfast passed by uneventfully. It was actually nice how relaxed everyone seemed. Despite that, I made sure to take in the view of mom's body as much as possible. Mom and I decided to hit the beach (I was hoping I'd find the girl I'd been oggling yesterday again). Lily and dad were going to try out the resort spa. They were always the one's in the family to jump at the chance to be pampered. With breakfast done, we split up.

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Lily and Dad

Dad and I made our way to the resort spa, which was set at the far end of the resort. Through the large glass double doors was the typical calm space you would expect. A water feature ran down one wall into a small pool, making gentle trickling sounds, while soothing music played in the background. We gave our room numbers to the male attendant behind the counter to charge and I gave a little peak to confirm that he was fully nude. He caught my eye and smiled.

"The lounge where you can disrobe is to the right. Through there are the doors to the spa where you are free to enjoy whatever ammenities you wish," he informed us.

We made our way into the lounge. In the corner, two older women were sitting nude enjoying refreshing cucumber water and chatting. Their skin a bright pink, either from the beach or the sauna.

"Dry or wet?" My dad asked with a smirk.

I laughed, thinking how odd that sounded. We always started off in the saunas. "Let's get a good sweat going in the dry." We entered our changing rooms, and I stripped off my tiny bathing suit. I wondered what dad had thought of it, hoping he had been enjoying the views. I donned the light, cotton robe, and enjoyed the smooth feeling as it rubbed against my bare skin. I wrapped a towel around my waist and exited the stall to find dad already waiting with his towel. From its tightness, I tried to discern whether a bulge could be seen, but the thick towel fabric made it difficult.

We opened the door to the dry sauna and I was hit with the amazing sensation of intense dry heat and the smell of wood you always get in these rooms. As dad entered, I took a deep breath and stripped my robe off, placing it on a hook at the door. Dad had found a seat at an elevated corner bench, and looked up as he sat down. His eyes grew big and I watched him look from my face to my tits, then look away again. His legs shifted uncomfortably, and I wondered if he was trying to hide a growing erection.

"Is this OK, daddy?" I asked, realizing as I said it how intentionally I used the word 'daddy.'

"Yes, of course, honey. As long as you are comfortable." And with that he leaned back, resting on his elbows and tried his best to stare at the ceiling.

I sat close, but catty-corner to him on a lower bench. Again, summoning my bravery, I leaned back in the same way my father had, leaving my breasts fully on display. I closed my eyes and imagined my dad stealing glancing and maybe even touching himself.

The feeling of the sweat pouring down my body was relaxing, yet also arousing. I especially enjoyed feeling of a cold bead of sweat trickling down the space between my breasts. I reached up involuntarily to wipe the sweat and caused my breasts to jiggle. Looking down, I had to appreciate what a body I had been blessed with. My stomach was flat but didn't make me look skinny, and you could just make out my hips flaring out to meet my healthy ass at the top of my towel. I loved my pale skin, and the way it made my red hair stand out even more.

I looked over to dad, who had remained with his eyes closed. I gave an internal gasp as I realized he must have relaxed enough to not realize that from my vantage point I could see right up his towel. Hanging between his legs, was a soft but incredibly thick penis. I could barely contain myself, thinking of wrapping my lips around it. I wondered if his cum tasted like Jason's. Suddenly, I saw it twitch, and I looked up at dad who was looking right me. He closed his legs and shifted, blocking my view.

"Everything OK, Lily?" I could tell he didn't really know what to say.

"Yea, dad. Just taking in the view," I joked.

This actually made him laugh. I looked over across the room and saw a man and a woman, without even a towel, sitting accros the large sauna. They both glistened with sweat. The man was gently rubbing her clit while the woman stroked him slowly, almost lazily. Dad followed my gaze, and we both sat for a while watching the couple enjoy each other. The woman eventually looked up to meet our stares and smiled.

Looking over to my dad, I saw his towel tenting. I decided to give him a break for once. "I think I've had my fill though. Should we move on?"

"Umm, sure sweetie. How about a cold shower?"

I laughed, thinking about how both of us could use some cold water to calm down the sexual tension. I led the way, and as we exited the sauna we were met by the front desk clerk.

"I hope you enjoyed the sauna. You certainly worked up a sweat," he said looking over our glistening bodies. "A spot for a massage just opened up and I was wondering if you two would be interested. It would be with our compliments of course."

How perfect. I loved massages and I know my dad did as well. Back home we would try to go at least once a month. "That sounds lovely. Thank you."

"That's wonderful. I am sure you would like to shower off. The showers are right over there, and when you and your husband are ready, you can enter the parlor through that door for your couples massage."

"She's not my..." My dad began to interject.

"We aren't married...yet," I said quickly. "But through those doors? Thank you." I took my father's hand and began to walk to the showers.

"Lily, what the hell?"

"It's a free massage dad. I mean come one. Why give that up just because he made a mistake and thought we were together?" I knew we had the money to pay for whatever massage we wanted, so I added, "besides, things are always more fun when they are free."

Dad could tell I was insistent so he just shrugged. We made our way to the showers, which was just an open, tiled room, with shower heads lining three walls. Dad looked around for a stall or another room, but it was obvious that this was it.

"Umm, well I guess I'll take this wall and you take that one," he said, gesturing to the opposite wall. "I promise I won't look, sweetie."

"Right back at ya," I said awkwardly. Right back at ya? What the hell was that? The tension between our normal sense of privacy and my growing desire to see my dad naked was making me lose my cool.

We walked to opposite ends, and I placed my towel on a hook. I could hear my dad start his shower, and I started mine. As the cool water hit my skin and washed my sweat away, I realized how sexy it was to think that we were both completely nude in the same shower. I imagining him running his hands over his body and over his thick penis. I hoped he would be stealing glances back at me. With that in mind I ran my hands seductively over my own body. I enjoyed running my hands over my ass to wipe the sweat away and groping my thickness. I bent down and stuck my ass out as I ran my hands down my legs. I wanted so badly to touch my pulsing pussy thinking about my dad watching this from the other side.

Soon, I heard his shower turn off and he said "OK honey. Let me know when you have your towel on again, so we can head to the massage."

I grabbed my towel and gave myself a quick pat down before wrapping it around my waist. "Ok, ready." I turned to see my dad with his towel on. From the front of the towel I could clearly see a straining dick trying to break free. My dad held the towel in the front, attempting to hide it. I felt my cheeks blush a bit knowing he must have been watching me.

We made our way through another set of doors to a dimly lit hallway. There at one door stood a tall, nude Jamaican woman with dark skin, curly long hair, a slim but solidly fit body, and large beautiful breasts. As she ushered us into the room she turned and I could see she was blessed with an ass similar to my mother's in its firmness, but a bit bigger. Maybe just an assumption because she's a masseuse, but I she must keep fit and slender through yoga.

I was so busy soaking up the beautiful woman that I almost missed my dad's reaction. He too was admiring her and a pit of jealousy sat in my stomach. It was a similar jealousy I had felt when I watched Jane take in Jason's cum last night. Apparently I was a very possessive young woman. Seeing my dad lust for another made me want to push her aside and grab his cock for myself. But I pushed that thought aside and entered the room.

The room was as dimly lit as the hallway and accented with soft, ambient red lighting. In the center of the room was a massage bed.

"My name is Brianna and I'll be your masseuse today. Before we get started, you can both place your towels on the bench over there." She gestured to the corner of the room.

I guess I knew this moment was coming. I didn't want to show any hesitation fearing it would scare dad off from the whole experience. I confidently walked to the bench and dropped my towel. I turned to my father, completely nude. The room was dark enough that he was more in shadow than in light, and I assumed he saw the same with me as well. I could tell that seeing me nude in this light was still a lot for him, but to my surprise, Dad walked up and placed his towel on the bench next to mine. We stood facing each other, looking over one another's body silently. I could see his strong arms, and further down his thick cock was growing ever so slightly. I could see him drink in the sight of my breast, hard nipples, and red trimmed hair above my young pussy. The shadows gave everything such an erotic tension, I was thankful when Brianna spoke up.

"So who would like to give the massage?"

We both looked at her dumbfounded. "Give the massage? Ummm. I assume that would be you, right Brianna?" I said.

"Well, in a manner of speaking yes, my dear. Maybe it was unclear. This is a sensual massage class for couples. I will guide you both in the art of using touch to excite your partner while prolonging pleasure without orgasm. I'll be here only to give hands on help and stop things from going too, far too fast." Brianna spoke in such a professional and convincing manner, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

I knew that my dad and I were past the point of no return from the moment we looked each other over in the nude. We would go with whatever the resort could bring us.

"I'll give the massage," I offered. I wanted the control in the situation. I wanted to guarantee, that if I desired, I could grab my father's cock and do with it whatever I chose. And with that, Brianna guided my father, who gave me a small, tender smile, to the table and had him lay face down. I chuckled when it became obvious he would have to physically adjust his penis before he could lay flat.

Brianna then guided me to my father's side. Looking down I could see his strong back, and nice, firm ass. "First, we will rub your partner with oils. He'll feel a warm sensation that will radiate as if just below the skin." She poured a thick oil into her long, slender hands, then clasped mine to to spread the oil into mine. Indeed it felt pleasantly warm. Brianna then guided my hands onto my fathers back, and had me massage him starting from the shoulders. As she guided me, I could feel her large breasts push against my bare back, and one of her legs moved to the outside of mine. She was so tall she hovered over me, and her breasts threatened to pop over my shoulder. I enjoyed the contrast between the softness of her breasts with the hard muscle of my father.

I brought my attention to my father's back and felt the tense muscles underneath. Brianna guided the pressure, pushing down periodically as we moved lower. She moved me to the brink of his ass, and I watched my father tense slightly in anticipation. But Briana moved me back up his back to his neck.

"The goal of a sensual massage is to connect with your partner and bring them pleasure, without pushing them over the edge. Don't be afraid to gently tease your partner's expectation." We massaged my fathers neck, and I felt him relax a great deal. It was so arousing to know that I was giving him this pleasure.

"Press your body into your partner's. Let them feel your curves as you move across the body." And with that, Brianna gently guided me to lower my body so that as we moved down my father's back, my nipple grazed his skin. My father and I both let out a gasp of excitement. For him, I imagined the press of my tits excited him as he has been lusting over them for years. For me, that same excitement was double because of the sensation of the warm oil on my sensitive nipple.

Finally, we massaged my father's ass and Brianna guided me to not only massage him deeply, but to tease my father by moving my hands into his upper thigh and up, almost touching his balls. My father spread his legs a bit, hoping - begging - to be fondled. Brianna moved my hands so that we both made contact and gentle brushed against my father's testicles. I watched him pushed himself into the table and he let out of a moan of pleasure.

Our hands then moved away, and massaged down to his feet. Brianna then tapped my dad's leg and asked him to flip over. I was so turned on and couldn't wait to see the effect I had on my father. He hesitated, then shifted himself to flip over. His cock sprung up and stood straight up in attention. It was similar to Jason's, but much thicker. My dad looked me in the eyes, willing me to be OK. I looked back and smiled to assure him. Such intense desire welled up in me. I wanted to bad to feel his cock. To stroke it. To suck it. I wanted to look up and see my dad's eyes watching me approvingly as I took him all in.

"Your partner is showing you how aroused you have made him, and it is OK to show him the same." Brianna reached from behind me, down across my front with her long arm, brushing my breast, and slid her slender fingers across my soaking slit. A wave of pleasure shot through me, and I let out a moan while grasping her arm. Brianna reached with her now soaking finger, and circled the tip of my father's dick with my juices. My dad arched his head back and bucked his hips up. It was as if his penis was aching to be firmly stroked or fucked. "Now you try," Brianna urged me.

Almost in a trance, I looked my father in the eyes as I reached down to my mound. He followed my hand with his eyes, and watched as I, unable to resist, inserted my finger into my waiting hole. Brianna's hand was quick to envelope mine and pull me out.

"Now, now. the goal is to excite, not to cum." I flashed with frustration that turned to something else. There was a part in me that wanted to throw Brianna down and ravage her body. I wanted to fight and fuck her. Her control and guidance were so smooth it aroused me to no end. She guided my hand, wet with my own cum, to my father's waiting cock. She held my finger out and slowly traced his tip, careful not to apply too much pressure in any one spot.

My god, I thought. I'm touching my father's penis. It's so big and smooth. I wanted nothing more than to take it in me. I thought I heard my father give a whimper as he edged with a desire for release. Brianna intruded on my thoughts, "I can see both our lovers are growing impatient and can't take anymore. The sexual tension between you is intense. With practice, you will be able to stay in this tension for longer periods of time. Let's move on to something new. "

Brianna helped my father up and guided both of us to sit on what looked like a large yoga mat on the floor. My father and I were completely in her hands. I realized that letting her take over almost completely relieved me of needing to feel guilty about my desire for my father. She sat us down across from and facing each other, legs extended so that his were over mine, and my feet rested just around his ass. His rock hard dick sat directly in front of my soaking wet pussy. They were so close I imagined I could feel its warmth.

Brianna placed our arms on each other's shoulders. "Under no circumstances are you to touch each others genitals. This exercise will allow you to maintain your arousal while also letting things cool enough to avoid climax. Look deeply into your partner's eyes. You will now say their name, and what you want them to do to you. Sir, you will begin."

"Lily, I want so badly for you to reach down and grab my cock. I want to feel your hand grip it and put it wherever you want." Hearing him speak so clearly of his desire sent a ripple of pleasure through me that settled into my stomach. I yearned to reach out, but knew I could not.

"Now you, Lily," Brianna encouraged.

"Da---John," oops. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Brianna's head turn slightly with interest. I pressed on. "I want you to bend me over and push yourself deep into me. I want to feel your thickness filling me up." Dad's prick twitched as if to try to grant my request.

"Good. Now hold that pose while I ready the Nuru gel."

I was so curious as to what was next, but at the same time could not stop looking into my father's eyes. I could feel his desire. I knew instantly that he had wanted this for a long time. I hoped he knew that this was my secret desire as well.

Brianna returned with a large basin of clear gel. "This is a special massage gel from Japan. I will spread this over your bodies, and guide you in its use. Lily you will slide over John, using your body to massage and stimulate him. There is to be no penetration at this stage." She then dipped her hand in the gel, and began to spread it over my shoulders, over my back, across my legs, and finally over my breasts. Her expert hands massaged my breasts and gently teased my nipples. Her body pressed against mine as she spread the gel, making her black skin glisten and catch the little light in the room. The gel felt cool and soothing. It dripped down to my pussy and she spread it across the lips, then moved back to spread it over my ass.

With a sloppy, gel soaked hand, she laid my father back so he was lying flat. She spread the gel over his chest and legs, leaving his penis dry. "Lily will get that," she said with a wink.

She directed me to sit on his legs, and slid me up. I was surprised at how smoothly I moved up my father's body. The gel created such a smooth surface on both our skins there was barely any resistance. I realized what was about to happen before my father. He had put his head back, and was enjoying the sensation. With Brianna's guidance, my sopping wet and lubricated pussy rolled over and flattened his waiting hard cock. Its stiffness moved through my slit and threatened to enter. I yelped with pleasure and my father's hands lifted to grip my hips. Again, Brianna was quick with her own hands, and held my father down.

My body took over, no longer needing Brianna's guidance. I slipped my pussy over my father's body, occasionally returning to his cock to tease it. I used my hips to rock myself into him. My father each time tried to hold me in place over his cock, but was held firm in place by Brianna. I laid flat, letting my slippery breasts spread the gel over him as well.

We both moaned with each pass of pleasure. I reversed and gave my father a view of my ass. He was confronted by my large, shining pale globes and was allowed to roam his hands over them by Brianna. I reached back and pressed his dick up against my ass, moving my body up and down, rubbing it on the crack but stopping it from making purchase inside me. I was so horny and free I had the thought to let him into my asshole, imagining that it would slide in easily, without pain. But I didn't dare.

After what seemed like an eternity of pleasure, Brianna, herself now completely shining with gel, said, "Now is the moment your bodies have been preparing for. It's time you embraced and be joined together."

And with my father still laying on his back, Brianna helped me up, guiding me over his waiting cock. My dad stabbed himself into me and the pleasure was unlike anything I had ever experienced. As I wished, daddy filled me up completely. We both screamed in pleasure.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Brianna leaning against the massage table, apparently herself unable to resist. She was spread, the pinkness of her pussy a stark contrast to her dark black skin. She fingered herself vigorously, while clutching her breast. While dad fucked me, I could not resist and reached my hand out to her. She had been so a part of this and had commanded me so much, I needed to taste her. Knowing what I wanted, doubtlessly having been in this situation many times before, she took my hand and stood over me, offering me her pussy to eat. She was tall enough that I barely had to extend myself to lap at her.

I felt my father's hand grope by breasts and pinch my nipples as he grunted. I released myself from Brianna's wetness and screamed "harder!" to my father. Wanting him to pound himself into me. I retuned to Brianna and sucked her clit and rammed my tongue into her. My father listened well, and pounded my tiny vagina as hard as he could.

My father was the first to go. I felt him push deep into me and explode with what felt like gallons of cum. This was the prize of all the teasing and waiting. He continued to fuck me while filling me, pushing me over the edge as well. My pussy gripped his dick and I was enveloped with a full body sensation. I moaned deeply as I felt myself melting away. Like dominos falling one after another, Brianna was next. With a yell, she came hard and I could feel her wetness surge down my chin and I weakly lapped at her.

Brianna moved to lean on the table again, as if to give my father and I some space. I collapsed on top of him while he was still in me. There was no way I was going to move. I wanted to feel him inside me forever.

"Oh baby," my father uttered and put his arms over my back. I could feel his softening dick twitching inside me, as his cum flowed out of me.

I pushed my body and breasts into his chest, still slippery from the nuru gel.

"Mmmm. Thank you daddy," was all I could reply.

 

Making me rub my clit. Please keep going.

 

Excellent . I'm hard as hell !!

 

Great story! Keep it going please.

 

More please!!!

 

Great stuff ..need more

 

Love this story, I keep checking back each day for a continuation!

 

really enjoyed these vacation stories, I hope more of these continue as I can visual at least a ten day vacation. In which a lot more encounters would occur with the family and other guest.

 

Enjoyed this story

 

Part 6

As mom and I walked over to the pool, I thought over how much life had changed. This resort had brought out sides of my parents and sister I never knew existed. Lily was actually attentive and cared about how I felt. Dad was actually relaxing and trusting us. And mom had gone from mom jeans and PTA, to bikinis and T&A. I glanced over and watched her breasts soak up the sun as she walked. They were so perfect in shape and size. Walking next to her I felt proud, rather than annoyed, at the stares she was getting. This was part of my change too. I was getting more used to accepting my desire and enjoying putting myself out there on display.

As we passed the pool I made eye contact with the same guy who was a fan of my work when I modeled in the art class. He was like my one man fan club and I guess he couldn't help himself from calling out to me.

“Hey stud! Another girl!? No surprise with what you're packing down below!” He laughed to himself and rejoined his confused friends.

I waved back then caught mom’s baffled look.

“What was that about?”

“Oh, he was just in the class that Lily and I went to. I guess he really liked what he saw,” I answered, trying to sound casual so as not to invite too many questions.

“I guess he did. He certainly was enthusiastic. I guess I'm proud my son is becoming what it takes to turn on the guys and the girls,” she said with a laugh. “Well they'll have to compete with me today while we spend some quality time together.” As she said this she put her arm around my shoulder and pulled me in for a side hug as we walked. Her naked breast pushed into my bare torso and a jolt of excitement went straight to my dick.” My mom held on as we walked down to the beach.

On the way, my mom flagged down a beach boy and ordered a few drinks and chairs to be delivered to us on the beach. We found a spot and sat in the sand while we waited for our lounge chairs and drinks. I scanned the sand for the beautiful girl I had seen the day before, or for Jane in case she wanted to go for round two.

Soon our drinks and lounge chairs arrived and we relaxed. My mom sat up quickly when she realized she had forgot her sunscreen. She asked a beach boy to get some. When he returned I braced myself for her to request me to put it on again. Maybe I wasn't ready to accept that I want what I want yet after all. To my surprise, she instead turned back to the young beach boy.

“Could you lather me up, please? Im really worried I'll get a burn.”

“The boy looked overjoyed. “Yes, of course ma’am,” he responded enthusiastically.

Relieved I wouldn't have to risk having to deal with a hard on turned to jealousy. There was a part of me that wished she would have asked me.

My mom laid on her stomach on the lounge chair as the boy went to work. I watched out of the corner of my eye as he started at her back and made his way down. He massaged the lotion into her well-defined back, making her pale skin glisten. He moved slowly down to her mostly visible ass with the disappearing string. The boy must have been an expert at his because he took no hesitation to really massage her ass and spread the lotion between each cheek. His dark hands were in strong contrast to her pale skin. My mother, as she had done with me, spread for the boy, and he dove up her thighs with no guilt or shame. As the beach boys and other food service staff were some of the few partially clothed hotel staff, I could see a tent forming in his shorts. I watched on as he smiled but kept an air of professionalism.

This has to be the luckiest kid in the world, I thought to myself. I thought back to that age and fantasied about what it would have been like to lotion up MILFs at the local pool as a summer job.

“You may flip, ma’am,” he said. My mom flipped to her back and I could see the redness in her fair cheeks, no doubt a little turned on from the rub down so far. I turned my body so it wasn't obvious I had been watching everything with interest so far.

As he lotioned up her legs, he again made no effort to avoid her bikini line. His fingers traced her bikini line, at times it seemed like he dipped a little below. He moved to her tight stomach then up to her breasts when my mom called to me so that i was forced to look directly at her rather than side eye.

“Jason, honey. Make sure you put some lotion on too. How's your drink...” she asked several mundane questions that could have waited. All the while, the boy moved the lotions in circles, lovingly ensuring my mother's breasts received ample coverage. Her nipples were rock hard as they met his hand and her tits moved slightly from the pressure. My mom thanked him when he was done, and he left to attend to other guests, making no effort to hide his erection. Lucky bastard.

My mom, seeing the straining on my own tight swim shorts urged, “Honey, why don't you get those shorts off and relax. Try to enjoy the beach like everyone else. Besides, people are going to think you're the waitstaff wearing those shorts.

“I don't know mom,” and looking for any excuse I said, “besides, you still have yours on.”

This had the exact opposite effect than I had intended. My mom looked serious and said, “My gosh, you're totally right. I can't ask you to do something I'm not willing to do myself.” From her seated position she lifted her ass, then her legs and slipped off her string bikini. My dick went into overdrive and I feared it would burst through my shorts as I sat there looking at the mother's bald pussy. Mom made no effort to cover herself or close her legs out of modesty.

I was completely unable to move, battling the old desire to look away, with the even more ancient desire to look. "Honey," my mom said concerned. "Are you worried because you have an erection? Is that why you don't want to get naked?"

"Yea, that's part of it," I muttered. I just was not at the place yet where I could show off my raging hard penis to my own mother. Even if a part of me wanted to so badly.

"Oh, well that's OK. I don't want you to do anything you aren't ready for." Mom then smiled, "Even if it means your poor old mother is the last one to see you naked. I mean, should I have that guy back there from the art class come and tell me all about it instead? Or even your sister?" she said jokingly.

"Ha ha. I don't think I'm sober enough for these jokes," I said. I recognized her efforts to try to make things easy and fun, and I appreciated them.

"Oh, I see Mr. Grown Man. I'm glad you are really embracing this freedom to drink." Mom signaled to the beach boy and ordered some food and some more margaritas. We sat in the shade and enjoyed the beach while sipping the strong cool drinks. I did my best, of course, to reign in my peaking as much as possible.

Eventually I grew more comfortable, or more buzzed, and relaxed. From one corner of the beach near the resort we heard the bass sounds of club music and looked over to notice some people had gathered. "What do you think that is?" I asked.

My mom looked slightly disinterested, "I'm not sure. But it looks like a lot of young people. Why don't you check it out? It'd be good for you to see people your age feeling comfortable." Out of politeness, I asked if she would be coming, but she said no, as she preferred to just relax.

I stood up, thankful my erection had gone down, and headed toward the noise. It'd be helpful to get away from mom for a little bit. Maybe she was able to be comfortable with nudity so quickly, but to me it still, at least with her, seemed to signal sex. What am I thinking? I'm admitting to myself more openly that I couldn't stop thinking about my mother in a sexual way. I really did need some time apart.

As I approached the crowd, I noticed they were standing around a stage and seemed to be waiting for a show to start. I stood around and helped myself to one of the drinks the hotel staff were passing around. Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder, and turned to see Paul, the coordinator from the art class.

"Hi, Jason right? Oh thank goodness. Listen we are looking for some people to play a little game on stage. It's going to be recorded for an ad for the resort, so we are trying to find some people who would look good and presentable. You were so helpful stepping in for the model before, and I already know you look good. Would you mind?"

I was a little lost. "Ummm, sure I guess. What's the contest?"

Paul laughed, "Oh it's nothing. It's a silly little game where we pit couples against each other. Is your girlfriend here?"

Again I was lost, until I remembered that Lily and I pretended to be together in the class. "Oh. No, she's at the spa right now." I don't know why I felt the need to keep up the charade, but I went along.

"Oh, well, if you don't think she'll mind, I can set you up to be part of a fake couple, just for the game. It would be with Alex over there." Paul pointed to the side of the stage where the black girl I had been lusting for on the beach yesterday was standing. She was looking at beautiful as ever. Instead of pulled back, her hair was out in a full, slightly parted afro. She stood talking energetically to another girl next to her. Her massive tits hung in front of her and entranced me immediately.

"Yea, sure sounds like fun. Lead the way." Paul took me by the arm and lead me up to the side of the stage.

Paul made the introductions. "Alex, darling. This is Jason. He's going to be your pretend boyfriend for the game. Thank you both so much for agreeing to this. It's a big help. Alex, can you explain the game to him? I have go find another guy and girl to be the other couple.”

"Hi, I'm Alex...but I guess you knew that already from Paul." Alex smiled in a bashful way. Her voice was sweet, and at her height she had to bend her head back to look up at me.

"Hey, so do you have any idea what this game is about?” I asked, trying to act casual. This was no easy task. Up close, she was even cuter than I thought. Her lips were full and glistening, almost pulling me in to kiss her. Her skin was smooth and dark brown, and up close I could see that her eyes were round and green. Her eyes gave her an innocent appearance that might also have had to do with how open and engaged she seemed. Nothing about this whole experience had any of the tinge of the insecurity or shame that I still held with nudity.

I tried to avoid outright staring, but looking down, I was in awe of her amazing chest. Her breasts were at least a D cup and stood out prominently from her fit and thick body. I wanted nothing more than to smother myself between them.

Alex laughed. “Oh yea. They put this on all the time. It’s pretty simple. We are going to compete against another couple to see who can make the best outfit made only from whipped cream,” She gestured to a giant bowl of whipped cream I hadn't noticed before that had been set on the side.

"Seems simple enough," I said. There was a part of me that felt slightly relieved that I would be partially covered by the cream.

"Yea, it's just for fun. Then there's the performance, but thats really on me."

I looked at her confused. "What performance?" Oh god. I didn't have it in me to put on some kind of show.

Alex laughed again, seeing my hesitation. "You have nothing to worry about. You basically just get to sit in a chair the whole time. I'm the one who has to give you a sexy lapdance."

My mouth dropped slightly and my dick twitched in my swim shorts. "You're going to give me a lap dance?" I couldn't believe my luck. I had been lusting over her and working myself up just to talk to her. Within minutes of meeting we were going to be doing something I'd have to pay good money for back home. This was just further evidence that the resort was some sort of magical place.

I realized my shocked question probably made me seem deeply uncool to this girl who was unaccustomed to being bashful around nudity and sexuality. I tried to sound confident, "Well alright, should we get started then?"

Alex's smiled broadened and her eyes narrowed slightly. "I would love to, but we have a small problem." She brought her gaze down to my swim suit.

"Oh, right, I guess I should ditch these."

"Listen, I can tell this is kind of new for you. It's no big deal, but I'll turn around to give you some privacy" she said.

Her turning around did nothing to improve my ease. All it did was give me a nice view of her ass up close. As I had suspected before, it was not as big as my sisters, but it was still gorgeous. It stood firm and matched her smooth complexion everywhere else. I could imagine myself thrusting my cock deep into her, but had to push these thoughts away to avoid getting fully erect. I took a deep breath, hitched my thumbs into my waistline and dropped my shorts.

Hearing the thud of my shorts on the floor, Alex turned around to take me in. She smiled approvingly. "Not bad," she said. She turned and walked over to the whipped cream bowl. "Alright, you first. That way we can 'touch up' any areas that need it after you put my whipped cream on and inevitably get hard."

"Oh, you're so confident," I joked. I had to lean into a more confident persona to match her lack of insecurity. I walked to her and stood up straight in front of her.

Alex gathered up a heap of whipped cream and spread it over my ass gingerly. Sure enough, my dick began to respond to her touch and rise.

"See that. We didn't even get to me yet." She continued her work. Though the whipped cream stopped her just short of making contact with my dick I couldn't help but be fully hard within a minute. She applied the cream to the underside of my shaft and pushed my legs open to connect it to the cream on my ass. "Alright, that should hold up nicely, even if you go soft. Which I doubt," she said, giving her ass a little flirty shake. "Now do me."

I put the cream into my hands and tried my best to act as 'professionally' as she had. Starting at her ass, I smeared the cream over her, and with a racing heart, tried my best to make it look like a bikini.

Sensing how I was covering her ass, Alex looked back. "No, no. Don't give me your grandma's bikini. Wipe it off and let's start over."

I scraped the cream off with my hand, feeling the heavenly feeling of her firm ass that when not flexed had a delicious bounce to it. After toweling her off, Alex handed me a whipped cream can. "Here, use this to give me a string bikini."

I started at her hip and as I got closer to the split in her ass, she suddenly spread her stance and pulled her cheeks apart. "Draw the cream right through there." My dick was in over drive. Did she really not get how insane this was making me?

I sprayed the cream in a line down her crack and over the other hip. Alex turned her body to allow me to keep spraying. I was focusing so hard on keeping the line straight that her bald pussy being directly in my face came as a surprise. I was so close that I had to actively resist the urge to shove my tongue into her.

"Hmmm, I'm thinking a triangle shape there. Give me some coverage, but don't travel too high. Keep it sexy."

I did as she commanded and met my cream line to the other hip to complete the bikini. "Not bad," Alex said, turning to look at herself in the mirror. "Now for these puppies." She said this as she grabbed a hold of both her breasts, giving them a squeeze, lifting them and dropping them. They bounced and swayed, almost hypnotizing me.

Out of self-preservation, I moved closer to her to start covering them with cream. Out of sight, out of mind. I sprayed on her bikini, remembering the style of my mother's. Two triangles with a string of cream meeting at that back of her neck.

"That's cute, good job," Alex said, looking down to admire my work. "Now let's decorate. We finished up by placing sprinkles and cherries in strategic spots. Looking in mirror I could see we did a pretty decent job.

Soon we could hear Paul hyping up the crowd. I guess he had found the other couple, but I didn't see them around. Soon enough, we heard Paul announce, "And let's hear it for our first couple. Alex and Jason are two very young love birds that have been heating up our beach recently. Some of you might have already got a preview of young Jason's assets yesterday. I know I enjoyed that view!" The crowd cheered at Paul lecherous calling. "Come on out!"

Alex scooped her arm into mine, careful not to brush against the cream bikini. "Let's do this. Don't be afraid to make it fun." We moved from back stage and into the bright sun. The crowd roared with cheers and seemed to have doubled since I was out before. A throng of mostly naked strangers, pressed up against each other and fueled by alcohol, were cheering us on. The energy was infectious and I couldn't help but smile.

Alex and I strutted together, and I could see she was having a good time. She smiled and made eye contact with the crowd, almost like she was in a pageant. I tried to match her energy and surprised her by taking her hand and giving her a twirl for the audience. They loved it and cheered with appreciation. As we walked, my dick, covered in cream, flopped around. Alex let me go ahead, and gave my ass a slap. I gave her a mock disapproving look, and we joined arms again, making our way to a chair.

"Look at these lovers's show each other off. Let's have our young buck take a seat and his beauty can stand right next to him."

I sat at the chair and Alex put her hand on my shoulder as she stood next to me. She suddenly squealed and called out, "Hi daddy!" She waved and bounced up and down making her massive tits jump. The crowd responded with more cheers and whistles.

I looked to where she was pointing and saw her father, who I had seen on the beach the day before talking with her. He had a big smile on his face and gave a thumbs up to his whipped cream clad daughter. I couldn't even imagine what it must be like for a father knowing he was about to watch his incredibly sexy daughter give her fake boyfriend a lapdance on stage in front of leering strangers. It was so strange, but a little hot at the same time.

I took in the crowd, and getting over the discomfort of sitting in a mess of whipped cream, enjoyed being on stage. I could see a lot of the girls in the crowd looking me over approvingly, nudging each other. I made sure to keep my back up and show off my strong torso.

Soon enough, Paul called out again. "Please welcome to the stage our next competitors. I found these two sexy beasts right here in the crowd. Diane is a fiery redhead who will absolutely burn up the stage. And she's brought her boy-toy I caught her flirting with to the stage to show off his big talent, if you know what I mean. Please welcome, Diane and Brad!"

If this was a few days ago, there's no way I would have made the connection with the name of the woman called and my mother. But a lot has changed and I knew what was coming. Sure enough, my mom, smiling huge, comes from backstage on the arm of a guy who was barely older than me. He was huge. At least 6'3'', incredibly muscular, and hung like a horse. Flashes of my mom applying the whipped cream to his monster cock flashed through my mind and a bit of jealousy surged up. Somehow my mom in a whipped cream bikini was hotter than her nude. More flashes of this Brad guy liberally applying whipped cream to my mothers luscious ass and perfect tits flitted across my mind. If it wasn't for the jealousy I'm sure I would be hard as a rock.

"She's pretty," Alex said, admiring my mother's beautiful body.

"Yea, she is," I acknowledged, not wanting to draw too much attention to my desire.

My mom walked with her graceful legs and bouncing ass across the stage and stood next to her adonis-like man. He sat in the chair that was about 10 feet to my left. Did Paul say something about her flirting with him on the beach? What would dad think? I projected my jealousy onto him to feel more justified in my feelings. My thoughts were interrupted by Paul.

"If you've been here before you know the rules of the game. Our beauties will put on a show and give their men the hottest lapdance they can. But don't get carried away! No penetration and absolutely no cumming! This is a family show after all!" Paul laughed to himself and the crowd cheered. His brand of corny worked perfectly for his role as Master of Ceremonies.

"When the music starts, grind your men!" Paul shouted.

I tried to focus and not stare over, but the few times I did it seemed like my mom was totally ignoring me. She had to know I was right there. Alex gave me a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder. "Don't worry, I got this. Think you can hold off from busting your load...at least for now?" She winked. Man, she was cool.

Soon the music started playing. Deep base and a steady rhythm beat through the crowd. Alex got straight to work. She walked from my side, swaying her hips to the rhythm. It was such an effortlessly sexy move, I could tell she had some experience. Her hair bounced to the rhythm as she spun her hips and bopped her head. She stopped in front of me with her legs close together, put her hand on my knee and bent over. I got a glimpse of her whipped cream laden tits hanging down while the crowd got a view of her ass. They roared with excitement. She was so sexy I dared not look away, despite seeing movement from my mom out of the corner of my eye.

Alex lifted her heels to the beat, letting her tits and ass jiggle with each pulse, until the beat dropped, and she took that opportunity to spread her legs out. The crowd erupted with a cheer as they got a full view of her pussy covered in cream. She looked up at me and smiled, enjoying the attention. Through her legs, I couldn't help notice her father looking on approvingly. His hand had moved to his own hard cock as he gently stroked watching his daughter dance. Several of the men in the audience had become aroused and made no effort to hide the fact that they were jerking off too.

Alex slow walked her hands up my thighs but spun around before reaching my waiting cock to give me a view of her ass and the crowd a view of her front. By this point, my dick was at full length and the whipped cream barely covered it at all. Alex moved herself back with both hands on my knees, and her ass lightly grazing my aching cock. Being on display in this way was so intensely erotic, I had no doubt that if Alex wanted she could make me burst in a second. I gripped the sides of the chair to avoid stroking my dick. To make matters worse, I looked over to see my mom grinding, with full contact, Brad's groin. She bit her lips and Brad appeared to be loving it. His hands held my mother's hips directly over his dick. I could see flashes of his enormous, hard member sliding on her asscrack with each thrust my mother gave

"Uh oh, looks like Diane couldn't help herself. For his sake, I hope Brad can last." Paul bellowed into the microphone. Brad was in heaven, but at the announcement, my mom hopped off of him and he gave her a slap on the ass as playful punishment. Fuck that was hot.

Not to be outdone, Alex grabbed my chin and yanked me to focus on her in a playful but powerful move. Alex sat on my lap facing me, careful to not slide her pussy into my shaft (that would have been game over), then grabbed the back of the chair and arched her head back to look at the crowd. A true showman. I was treated to her full, wonderful breasts heaving in front of me. Alex took one hand out to the crowd, then ran it over her tits to scrape the whipped cream off, leaving her bare. They went wild, and so did I. It took everything in me not to shove my cock deep into her. Alex then playfully slapped my face with the cream, grabbed my head and pulled me into her tits for a motorboat. Her soft skin and pillowy breasts surrounded my face. I grabbed her tits and drank deeply from her nipples. Losing myself completely, I sucked her nipples and licked wherever I could. Alex did nothing to stop me, and moaned in delight.

A few more seconds of that and I would have cum for sure, but suddenly I heard a commotion and the crowd yell "Ohhhhh!."

Alex shifted her body reluctantly, and we turned our attention to the where the crowd was staring. My mom was on her knees, kneeling in front of the seated Brad, looking up at him with a shocked look on her face. It looked as if they had been taken over by the same lust as us, but my mom made the mistake of pushing Brad too far and jerking his dick in a mock blowjob. A mix of cream and cum was splattered across her face and dripped down her chest. Brad held a look of satisfaction that turned to embarrassment as Paul called out, "Looks like Brad couldn't help himself and shot his load too soon. Alex and Jason are our winners!"

The crowd cheered and Alex squealed with excitement. "We did it! Good job hanging in there stud." I smiled but kept looking over at my mom in a mix of awe and shock. My mom, to her credit, took the loss in stride. She stood up next to Brad, cum still staining her face, and smiled. One eye was shut owing to a glob of Brad.

"And to our winners, a romantic dinner for two at any of our finer resort restaurants." Paul held up mine and Alex's hands as if we were prize fighters. I could see my mom being ushered off-stage, and was about to go to her, when Alex pulled my attention.

"Romantic dinner, ey? Find me on the beach tomorrow, and we can plan out our date."

I blushed for some reason. Despite everything that we just did, I still was getting little warm fuzzy butterflies in my stomach at the thought of dating this gorgeous girl. "Of course. Looking forward to it."

Alex then bounced off and I watched her jump up to give her father a hug. I for sure caught his hard cock get smashed between them as she pressed in for a hug. "Jesus," I thought to myself, "What a dad."

I went backstage to find my mom, but it was empty. I felt a hard slap on my ass and turned to see Paul. Of course.

"Great work out there. For a fake couple, you and Alex had great chemistry."

"Thanks. Have you seen my m--uhh. I mean have you seen Diane?"

"Oh?" Paul gave a wry smile. "You just have to have them all, don't you? Yea, I saw her heading back to the resort. Probably going back to shower some of Brad off of her." Paul laughed to himself as he walked away.

I wiped myself down with a towel and headed over to the resort. Halfway there I realized I had left my clothes back at the stage and apparently hadn't even cared to remember them. I just knew I had to get back and see my mom after everything that just happened.

I entered my room and went through the adjoining door to my parents' room.

"Mom?" I called. I entered the bedroom and heard the shower running. Through the steamy glass I could see my mom's sexy figure. Without thinking I opened the door and entered. My mother turned to me with only slight surprise.

"Jason?" She made no attempt to cover up and both of us were aware of the small distance between us. "Is everything OK, sweetie?" Her face was sweet. She was still a little flushed from the show, or maybe the heat of the shower. Her red hair was wet and stuck to her shoulders. Her sexiness and sweetness were overwhelming. I breathed heavy.

I wanted to ask her if she was OK with what happened. I wanted to understand how she wound up with some hung stranger on stage with me. I wanted so much.

I wanted to take her to myself most of all. Without saying a word, I closed the distance between my mother and I and kissed her on the lips. Our bodies crashed together and I felt her wet slippery skin slide smoothly over mine.

My mom held her head back ever so slightly as our lips met, but then pressed into me hard. We kissed deeply and hungrily, as if we had built to this moment for years. My hands went everywhere on her as the water soaked us both. She pushed me away slight and looked up at me. I looked at her, afraid she would stop. I didn't want to stop feeling my cock press against her and was thankful she hadn't actually let go of me.

"What's this all of a sudden?" she asked. It wasn't an accusation or a serious question. It was more playful.

"Why'd you let that guy cum on you? What about dad?" I asked, not admitting that I was actually jealous.

Moms know better of course. "Is that why you are upset? I let someone other than your father shoot their load onto my face." With that she reached down and gripped my hard cock. "Mmmm, you and your father share some similarities." She lightly stroked me, the water helping her glide easily up and down. "Maybe you wanted to be the one to cum on me?"

Mom backed me up and gently pushed me to sit on the marble bench in the shower, never taking her hand off my cock. Stroking lightly, she lowered herself to her knees and looked me in the eyes as she wrapped her lips around the head of my penis. I moaned as pleasure surged through me. "Yes. Oh god, yes." It was as if she had me on puppet strings.

"Good boy," she purred and began licking my shaft. "You think you can cum for mommy more than once?"

I struggled to get words out. "Mmhhmmm. Yes."

"Yes what?"

I knew exactly what she wanted to hear. It's what I wanted, too.

"Yes, mommy."

My mom smiled and took me deep into her mouth. She rocked her head fast, taking my whole length each time like a professional. The feeling was intense, but the sight of her pale glistening body and wet red hair pouring down her back was incredible. She lifted her head and coaxed me with her hand. "Come on. Cum for mommy baby. Cum for mommy."

She went back to deep throating before moving to the head of my dick again. One hand began to massage my balls just in time to feel them tighten and my body tense. I was so built up from before, and my mom's shift from sweet to controlling was so intensely erotic, I couldn't last long.

"Cum for me baby. Stand up."

I did as she asked and stood while she stayed on her knees.

"Soak my face like you saw before. Make mommy proud. Show me how you can cum for me." She stroked harder and harder until it was too much. I looked at her one last time. Her face was eager and hungry for my cum. I felt myself well up and finally closed my eyes as I shot the load that had been building up during the strip show and in the shower all over my mother. I pushed my hand onto the wall to hold myself steady as my legs became weak. I could feel loads and loads of cum ropes shoot forward.

Finally, I looked down to see my mother's smiling face, absolutely covered in me. "That's my big strong boy," she said as she licked her lips and scooped more cum into her mouth. "You even taste like your father."

My head was in a fog of pleasure and I barely registered her saying, "Did Lily like how you tasted?"

I opened my eyes wide and look at her in shock. "You know?"

My mom laughed. "I do now. Naughty kids. Now get up. We aren't done."

That's right. I promised her I could cum again. I wanted so bad not to let her down. Despite my weak knees, I stood as she asked. At this point, I would do anything for her.

My mom backed up while staring me up and down, taking in the view of my strong body and healthy cock. Soon the shower’s spray was over her head and soaking her. What was left of my cum washed down her body. I looked over her perfect form as she gently rubbed her breasts and her hands made their way south. She spread her pussy lips with one hand, showing me how bright red and pink she was. She lightly circled her clit and teased herself. I knew she was putting on a show for me and giving me time to get my strength back up.

I took it as a challenge, and walked to her confidently. I kissed her deeply and massaged her breasts. Soon, without disturbing her hand, I moved my own to her pussy and slipped two of my fingers into her.

My mom gasped with pleasure and I felt her body rise initially, then settle down on my hand. We stayed like this for a while, pushed against the shower wall, with me exploring the inside of her pussy with my fingers, and her mouth with my tongue. Our wet bodies writhed together and I felt my cock growing again, pushing up against her.

Wordlessly my mom lifted one leg up and I held it. Looking her in the eyes, I held the shaft of my hard cock and guided it into her. She screamed in pleasure. "Yes, baby. Oh you fill me up." Her moans of pleasure and encouragement made me feel like I grew another few inches, and I pushed even deeper. I thrust myself in and out her, still pressing her against the shower wall. My mother held onto my back and explored my strong body. I could tell she enjoyed running her hands over my muscles, and feeling the shape of my ass.

My mother suddenly gave me a look of intense desire and shifted her position to bend down in front of me. Both of us standing, with her bent, she presented me with her incredibly shapely ass. She put her hands on the shower wall and looked back at me almost shyly. "I want to you fuck me hard, Jason. Fuck me like a man." I didn't need to be told twice. In one movement I took a step and put myself in her. She wanted it rough so I made no effort to ease it in. She screamed with pleasure and I felt her body tighten around my dick. I fucked her hard, and she continued to beg me to pound harder. Not waiting for permission, I gave her amble ass a slap and felt its firmness under my hand. Her body jolted in surprise with each slap. Two, three, four; until her pale skin bore my hand mark.

"Oh, bad boy," my mom cried, but in pleasure more than pain. She shifted again, now standing and facing me. I could tell she enjoyed shifting the power between us back and forth. She was in charge now. She grabbed my rock hard dick and used it to push me back to the marble bench. I landed hard on my ass, and it seemed like she leaped up like a tiger onto my lap and wrapped her legs around me. I held her lower back for support and I entered her again.

My mother rode me expertly. Her gymnast training coming in handy as she bucked and contorted her body in incredible ways. The pleasure was indescribable. At the same time, she worked her clit and I could tell she was close to cumming herself.

"Are you going to cum in your mommy?" she asked, and with that put her hands around my neck and pounded me hard. She lifted herself almost the full length of my cock before pounding down again. I could tell she loved the feeling of being drilled deep. Her white skin began to flush, which against her bright red hair, seemed so erotic.

Her flushed skin, and her focused effort as she pounded on top of me pushed me to a place where all I could think about was satiating my desire. Taking control back again, I suddenly grabbed her hips to hold her steady and rapidly pounded myself into her. Her body shook and her eyes opened wide in surprised ecstasy. We rutted like this for what seemed to be an eternity, wrapped in unthinking, animal pleasure. We grunted and sweat in the steam of the shower. My mother's body grew more and more taut as she hunched herself in response to the building pressure. From her stomach I could see the abdominal muscles flexed and tight.

As we both grew closer to climax, I felt my dick pushing deeper and knew she was pushing herself down onto me harder. She wanted to cum. She lifted one hand and began rapidly circling her clit. I felt the walls of her pussy close tighter on my dick, and the sensation pushed me closer.

Suddenly my mother erupted with a groan and a scream as she came. She froze as shock waves of pleasure took over her body. Seeing this pushed me over the edge and before I could pull out I emptied myself into her. A brief thought of surprise passed across my mind at how much I could cum after having just sprayed my mom across the face earlier. It felt like I filled her to the brim with my cum, and her pussy pulsed in thanks.

My mother's body collapsed onto me and I held her. There was no rush to detangle as we sat there moaning softly while our muscles relaxed. Eventually my mom lifted her torso, keeping me in her, and ran her hands over my chest. "You've become such a man." Owing to her touches, my dick twinged a bit.

Feeling this, my mom laughed and stood up. "Oh no, I think we should have a breather, young man. Your mommy is sore from that pounding you just gave her."

We showered and cleaned the sex off of us. Just like Lily and I before, we enjoyed soaping each other up, and playfully exploring our bodies.

After the shower we dried off and my mom started pushing me to the adjoining door. I was confused. I wanted to stay there forever. I wanted to do THAT forever.

"It's late and your father is going to be back soon. I'm not sure how I am going to explain the bright red hand mark on my ass to him." We both looked at my artwork and she shrugged. "Now get to your room, young man," she joked.

I went through the door and she closed it behind me. Just like that, with a "young man" and sending me to my room, my mom re-shifted the balance from whatever the hell we just were, back to mother and son. I flopped myself onto the bed and played the events of the day out until I drifted to sleep in contented exhaustion.

 

The chapters just keep getting hotter and hotter. Amazing!!

 

love it