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This is a repost of the first story I posted on Literotica. It has been down for years, so maybe it will be new to some readers. If you have read it, thank you, if not, I hope you enjoy.
It was going to be an interesting week. Mom was coming to stay with me. I hadn’t seen her in nearly two years. I lived in Hilo, Hawaii, and she lived in Boston. I worked for the National Park Service at the Volcano National Park and she was a professor of Literature at Boston College. We’d always been close. She was my best friend all through school and she leaned on me a lot, too, especially after Dad was killed.
He was sitting at a red light and the driver of a cement truck fell asleep and hit him. He likely never knew what happened. Mom was devastated for a few months and she never really got back to that bubbly girl she was. Over the last two years we’d always meant to spend some time together, but things just kept happening. I finally just bought her a ticket and told her to come over Christmas break. She had a million reasons not to come, but I wouldn’t listen and she finally agreed.
When she landed, I was waiting and when she came out of the gate, she still took my breath away. She was forty-eight, but she looked like she was thirty and just coming into her prime. She was tall and slender, with this amazing long black hair that hung down to the back of her knees when she let it down. She was nineteen when I was born and they never wanted another child, so it was just her and I after Dad died. She looked like she needed some sun. I suppose that after a couple of months of Boston winter, she hadn’t seen much besides snow, recently.
She saw me waiting and ran to me. She threw herself on me and we hugged. She kissed me all over my face and she was crying.
“Hey, this is supposed to be happy,” I told her.
“It is,” she said. “I’m just so glad to see you. Thanks for making me come.”
I put my arm around her shoulders and she put hers around my waist as we walked down to get her luggage. She leaned her head against me and an older couple was walking beside us. They smiled indulgently at us. “How long have you two been married?” the lady asked.
“Two weeks,” I told her. “We’re on our honeymoon.”
“Oh, that’s so romantic,” she said. “It just thrills me seeing young people in love.”
“What was that?” Mom laughed as they walked away.
“I didn’t have the heart to tell them you’re an old woman,” I told her.
She punched me. “You’re such a liar, Regan,” she laughed.
“They’re still watching,” I said.
I dipped her down and gave her a kiss, lingering on those luscious lips. She gasped and held onto my neck until I pulled her back up.
“That’s quite a hello,” she said, looking into my eyes.
I laughed and picked up her bags. We loaded them in my truck and drove home. There was a spectacular sunset and the volcano was steaming in the background.
“It’s gorgeous, Regan,” she said. “I understand why you live here.”
“There’s room for you,” I told her. “Anytime you get tired of snow, the sunny beaches await.”
I got her settled in her room and cooked dinner for her. We had fresh fish and prawns. We sat together on the sofa and I fed her prawns dipped in drawn butter. We drank wine and ate chunks of fruit.
“Want to go swimming?” I asked her.
“It’s dark,” she said. “Can we swim in the dark?”
“It’s eighty-five degrees out there and the ocean feels like bath water,” I told her. “Of course we can swim.”
“I’ll go get changed,” she said.
We met on the deck, she had a striped wrap on and I brought towels. She held my hand as we walked down to the beach. I lived about 200 feet up on a hill facing the beach and there was a stone path down to the water. I had a fire ready to be lit and a cooler with champagne in it down there.
“You planned this all along,” she said.
“I thought you might like it,” I told her.
“I love it,” she said. “Are we really going to swim?”
“I am,” I said. “Do you want to go with me?”
She untied a couple of strings and dropped the wrap by the fire. My breath caught in my throat. I had never seen Mom in a bikini. She was spectacular. She had a body that men would kill to touch. Her breasts were large and high, barely held in check by the little red bikini she was wearing. Her waist was tiny, looking as if my hands could circle it and it flared dramatically into hips that were slim but definitely female. Her legs were impossibly long, slender and muscular at the same time and her feet were tiny.
“Stop staring and close your mouth, Regan,” she said. “You’re embarrassing me.”
“My God, Mom,” I gasped. “You’re gorgeous! I had forgotten how beautiful you are.”
“Thanks, baby, but I look the same as I always have.”
“I guess I just forgot,” I said. “How many times a week do you work out?”
She laughed. “Four times a week, just like I always have. Are you going to stare at me or are we going swimming?”
“I’m Amsterdam Shemale going to stare for a couple of hours, and then we’ll swim,” I said.
She laughed and pulled me toward the water. I followed her and the firelight playing across her back highlighted her fantastic butt. It was firm and very round and she had a thong bikini. Her cheeks were bare and I could hardly keep myself from reaching out to give her a squeeze.
This was not what I had planned! I shook my head. “She’s your mother, for God’s sake,” I told myself. “Get your mind out of the gutter. If she knew what you were thinking she’d be horrified!”
We waded into the surf and the water was as good as I’d promised her. We waded out until the gentle waves were bobbing us off our feet. I’m six-three, and I could stand a little farther out than she could. She paddled over and held onto me and we laughed and played. The feeling of her sleek body, rubbing against mine was causing undesired results and I started to feel the beginnings of an erection. I hid it for a while, keeping my hips turned away from her and adjusted myself so that my trunks held it flat. A larger wave pushed her against me and I felt her stiffen in my arms for a moment. She looked at me seriously and then laughed and splashed me.
“Stop it, Regan,” she said. “It’s very flattering, but I’m old enough to be your mother.” She laughed at her joke and I hugged her for not making it awkward. I towed her in so she could stand up.
“I’m not doing it on purpose,” I told her. “If you want me to stop, you shouldn’t look and feel like that. Let’s play where you’re not rubbing on me for a while and I’ll be better.”
We swam down the beach a quarter mile and back, getting some exercise and then got out. I spread out the towels by the fire and opened the champagne. We drank it all and ate more fruit. She looked like a fire goddess in the flickering flames and I noticed she was getting a little tipsy. Her speech became slower and she lay facing me, her eyes shining in the firelight.
“I love being here with you, baby,” she told me. “I’ve missed you so much you can’t imagine.”
She leaned into me and gave me a kiss. She lost her balance a little and rolled into me, pushing me over on my back. She snuggled her cheek into my chest and lay half over me. I cuddled her and played with her hair for a minute. Her leg slid up over mine and I could feel the crotch of her bikini against my thigh. I ran my hand down her back and she shivered and pushed against me. She looked up into my face and offered me her lips. I nibbled on them and caught her full lower lip gently between my teeth, stretching it and letting it pop loose. I gave her a full kiss and our tongues dueled for a minute as she rubbed against me.
She pulled back with a laugh. “I think I’ve had too much to drink,” she said. “Maybe we should go get some sleep.”
She stood and pulled me up, wobbling a little, and held my hand as she led the way up the hill. She hugged me and gave me another peck on the lips before going upstairs.
“Thanks, baby,” she said. “That was awesome. I can’t wait for tomorrow.”
It was raining when I got up the next morning. I made coffee and cubed fruit. I had some pastry and juiced some guavas. I heard her shower running and she came down in a few minutes wearing jeans and a white button up shirt. She fit in those jeans like a fifteen year old girl and she had the tails of the shirt tied up under her breasts, leaving her stomach bare. She had ridged abdominal muscles showing and it was very sexy. Her toenails were painted purple and yellow and her fingernails matched, I noticed.
She hugged me and kissed my cheek. We ate fruit and drank juice. She nibbled on a piece of pastry over coffee.
“I love how you have all this fresh fruit you can just pick up,” she said. “I buy fruit at the store and it tastes like eating a piece of celery. I like celery, but I expect fruit to taste like fruit. I get some good things in the summer at the farmer’s market, but that’s it.”
“I know,” I told her. “I have mango and avocado trees and there are all kinds of people selling on the streets. The pineapples are awesome here.”
The rain stopped by the time we were finished and the sun came out. I took her to the park and showed her around where I worked. I had a tour planned to take her down in the volcano the next day, but she got a good look from the rim. Stan was bringing a group back when we got up on the rim.
“Is this your girlfriend, Regan?” he asked. “Yes she is,” I told him. “Sadin, this is Stan. He usually takes a group down in the morning and I go in the afternoon.”
“Sadin, watch out for him,” Stan winked at her. “He’ll sacrifice you to the goddess if you go with him. You should schedule a morning trip.”
Mom just laughed and held my arm. “I trust him, Stan,” she said. “He thinks I’m the goddess.”
He smiled at that. “You are a goddess, Sadin. You’re too beautiful to hang out with him.”
“Hey, she doesn’t Rotterdam Shemale like hairy guys,” I told him.
He looked down at the forest sprouting out of the neck of his uniform. “I’m getting waxed this afternoon,” he said.
He took his troupe off down the mountain and we stayed a while longer.
“Why do you do that, Regan?” she laughed. “He liked me! Then you told him I was your girlfriend.”
“We’re on our honeymoon, remember?” I said.
“Yes, you’ve become an incorrigible liar since you’ve been here,” she said.
We walked back down the mountain and drove home. I made a picnic and we put on shorts and t-shirts to go to a place I knew.
We had to hike half a mile, but it was worth it. I know the property owner and she promised to keep out everyone but us. We walked right back under one of the volcanic ridges where a waterfall plunges sixty feet down into a large pool before running off down a small stream. There were lots of trees and grass and it was the perfect picnic spot. We set our stuff up in the shade and I got blankets to spread on the grass in the sun. We rolled towels up for pillows and lay on the blankets.
She felt like she was burning and since her skin was so fair, I believed her. She tanned easily, but she had been inside in that Boston winter and her tan had faded to a golden tint. She put on sunscreen and we moved back into the shade for a while. It was very humid and we sweated quite a bit. I suggested swimming in the pool.
“Why didn’t you tell me we were coming here?” she asked. “We could have brought swim suits.”
“I didn’t know it was going to be so humid,” I told her. “The wind usually blows this humidity away. It may storm tonight. We could go skinny dipping.”
“Someone might see us,” she said. “Other people come here; I could tell by the path.”
“Not today,” I told her. “This is private property and the landowner promised she wouldn’t let anyone else come today.”
She began to blush. “I don’t know, Regan. This sounds like a bad idea to me.”
“Hey, it’s just me,” I said. “I remember when you, Dad and I went skinny dipping in Virginia on a canoe trip.”
“You were seven,” she said.
“Come on, Mom. I’ll turn my back and you run and get in. Then you can look somewhere else and I’ll get in. We’ll go in reverse when we get out.”
“Do you promise not to look?” she asked.
“Of course. I’ll just open a couple of beers while you get in,” I told her.
I could hear her rustling around and then a splash as she dived in.
“This feels great,” she called. “Come in now.”
I turned around and she was swimming toward the falls. I stripped and carried the beer into the water until I was up to the middle of my belly. I went around the pool to the falls. She was standing there under the water, the beginning of the swells of her breasts exposed and she had her head back while the water splashed over her face. Her hair streamed down her back and floated in the water.
“Venus, rising from the waves,” I called over the rush of the water.
She laughed and took her beer. “You know the coolest places,” she said. “I can’t believe I’m standing under a waterfall in the middle of the winter.”
I tried to see her boobs but the water was full of bubbles from the falls. We let the water splash over us while we drank our beer. When we were finished I took her can and swam back toward our stuff. I threw them up toward the blankets and swam back to her. I found a rock in about two feet of water and sat on it. She swam over and I saw her hesitate for a minute.
She looked up at me and then swung up beside me. She quickly crossed her arms over her chest, but not before I got a glimpse of those luscious breasts. We relaxed, leaning against another rock and she gradually forgot about crossing her arms. We talked and she became more relaxed until she was leaning back beside me, those beautiful breasts on display. I didn’t stare, but when she wasn’t looking at me I drank in the sight like a starving man in a buffet line.
They were amazing. I could tell they were very heavy but they looked like a teenager’s little cones. These weren’t teenager breasts, though. They were full and nearly perfectly round. They didn’t sag an inch in spite of their size. Her areolas were small brown caps on the end, slightly upturned and crinkled from the cool water. Her nipples were also small, just little nubs, but they were rock hard and begged to be sucked and nibbled on.
She turned and caught me looking. We both blushed and she started to cross her arms, then she laughed and relaxed. “This is a beautiful spot,” she said. “It really does seem like paradise.”
“No snakes, though,” I told her. “There are none in this paradise.”
“Good,” she said. “I don’t need any extra temptation. Are you ready to eat?”
I was getting hungry and I agreed we should get out. We swam to the shore and I was very surprised when she just walked out. I could see every inch of her back and as the water Netherlands Shemale cascaded off her sleek form she took her hair and wrung it out. Her butt was on full display and I nearly choked as she flexed it not ten feet in front of me.
My cock sprung to attention and she looked back over her shoulder at me.
“Coming?” she asked.
I stood up and I saw her eyes drop down to look. They widened and I heard her gasp. She blushed even more and her eyes quickly returned to mine. She couldn’t help looking and we just stood there for a minute. I could feel the blood pumping and my cock bobbed in rhythm to my heart.
“Jesus, baby,” she said. “You grew up nice!”
She walked to her clothes and I could see a few wisps of dark curls between her legs from behind. When she bent over to pick up her clothes I could see everything she had on display. I groaned and she laughed.
“This was your idea, Regan. Don’t be groaning around.”
“I never thought you’d do it,” I said. “I didn’t expect you to look like Venus either.”
“Venus is a fat chick with little tits,” she said.
“Well, yeah in the painting,” I said. “I think the real goddess looked just like you.”
She pulled on her shorts and t-shirt and came to stand in front of me. My cock was rock hard and I stood there for a minute while she just looked.
“Jesus, Regan; you’re big,” she said. “You didn’t get that from your dad. He wasn’t little, but I’ve never seen anything like that.”
She reached out and squeezed my cock for a second. She jerked her hand away and covered her face.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have done that.”
She turned away and went to sit on the blanket. I pulled my shorts on and when I sat down beside her I saw she was crying.
“What’s wrong, Mom?” I asked her.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” she said. “I just went skinny dipping with my son and touched his cock. I’m so sorry, Regan. I don’t know what I’m doing. I haven’t had sex in three years. Your father wasn’t interested the last year and I haven’t met anyone I cared about like that since. Ever since that couple asked us how long we’d been married at the airport and you told them we were on our honeymoon, I’ve been thinking weird thoughts. What would it be like to be married to you? Then you told your friend I was your girlfriend and I wondered what that would be like. We went to the beach and I made you hard and I’ve been as horny as hell ever since. You’ve been so nice to me, this place is amazing and romantic and then you talked me into going skinny dipping. You’re so beautiful and you make me feel like I am your girlfriend. I’m a horrible person. I shouldn’t be feeling like that.”
I pushed her down on the blanket and put my face close to hers. Her cobalt blue eyes looked up at me full of tears.
“Mom, you don’t have to feel bad,” I told her. “I planned your vacation here to make you feel like you are my girlfriend. Ever since Dad died I’ve been worried about you. You’ve laughed more in these two days than in the last six months I was in Boston. You deserve to feel special. You are special. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. You look so young and sexy that people think you’re my girlfriend or my wife. Let’s just spend every day you’re here like you’re my girlfriend. When you feel horny that’s okay. That’s the way you’re supposed to feel. My God, it’s been three years. When you see someone you love and they make it obvious they want you, you’re supposed to feel horny.”
“You’re my son, though. It’s sick to feel like this about you.”
“How in the hell is that sick? I know that’s what people say, but if they had a Mom like you, they’d be lying if they said they don’t want you. Do you know how many millions of pages of pornography there are about incest? People have those fantasies and if they don’t, they are the ones that aren’t normal. If there’s a guy alive that hasn’t thought about fucking his mom or his sister, they were either ugly, the guy is gay or he has some sort of moral hang-up. I’m going to kiss you now.”
I bent down to her and took those full lips with mine. She gasped and I felt her hands running through my hair as she pulled my lips to hers. That kiss went on for five minutes and when I pulled away her face was flushed and she was gasping for breath. I put my hand on her stomach and raised the hem of her t-shirt. I caressed the silken skin over her abs and she sucked in her breath. I ran my hands up over the swell of her ribcage and onto one of those amazing breasts. It was firm and pliable under my fingers and the little nipple was hard as diamond. She moaned when I rolled it between my thumb and forefinger and she arched her back, pushing her breast harder into my hand. I pushed her t-shirt up over her breasts and she groaned when I fastened my lips over her nipple.
“Oh, my God,” she whispered raggedly. “Oh my God, baby; that feels so good.”
She was writhing under me and when I switched nipples she exploded in orgasm. She was smoking hot and her nipples were obviously very sensitive. Her body spasmed and writhed as she came, her hips making coital motions against my thigh between her legs as she rubbed her mound against me.
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