Nawal4u

MOM AND THE BEACH AND ME

My mother suddenly got the strange idea that it

would be a good day to go to the beach. My father

had a golfing date with his buddies, and my sister

had plans to run off with her boyfriend somewhere

for the day. I kind of felt sorry for my mother.

She had thought that today the family would

somehow spend the day together on a picnic at the

beach.

She looked over at me and said, "Well, Johnny, do

you want to go? Or, do you have fantastic plans

away from home, too?"

"Sure," I said, "let's go."

Actually, it seemed that Mom just wanted a reason

to drive her new car somewhere, that's all, I

figured. It was a nice car, and she really didn't

need a reason to drive it anywhere in particular.

Just taking a ride in it sounded like a neat idea.

She got in and opened the door for me. I plopped

myself down in the passenger seat and buckled my

seat belt. In shifting gears, several times, she

kept her hand on the gear shift, her hand coming

in contact with my leg.

The feeling of a beautiful woman touching one's

leg has an effect, even if it is one's own mother.

It did on me, anyway. It gave me a hard on.

Mom seemed to notice it right away. She kept

glancing over at me, and then looked at her hand

as it brushed against my leg.

"I did that?" she asked, glancing at my crotch.

I smiled. "Did what?"

She grimaced and kept driving. She moved her hand

to my leg, her fingers walking down my thighs

toward my crotch. I stared at her fingers with

wide eyes as they moved to my crotch and pressed

against my hard cock.

"Did that," she said. "Yep, my touching you made

you hard. Right?"

I nodded. "What you're doing isn't helping much."

Her voice was a little choked as she said, "I

thought you would like that."

"I do," I said.

She moved her hand intermittently to my crotch all

the way to the beach. I didn't know what to expect

or what to think. I knew that I really liked the

feel of her hand in my lap, though, with it

pressing against my hard cock the way it was

doing.

The beach wasn't very crowded. She pulled into the

parking lot and stopped the car. She was flushed

and breathing hard. I knew that I was, too.

She looked around. "Come with me," she said.

Mom got out and locked her door, and I did the

same. We walked toward some dressing rooms. She

looked around briefly, then opened the door and

pulled me inside, locking the door behind her.

"Get those clothes off," she said as she pulled

her top off. I watched in amazement as she reached

behind her and undid her bra, which she let fall

to the floor.

An hour ago, if someone had ever asked me if I

wanted to have sex with my mother, I would have

said no, that it would be impossible. It's amazing

how fast things changed.

I virtually tore my clothes off as Mom took hers

off. I reached up and cupped her big tits in my

hand, rubbing my thumbs across her erect nipples.

She pressed her body close to mine, and I could

feel her hairy, wet pussy press against my cock.

She fell to her knees, running her tongue down my

chest and then down my stomach, flicking it out,

licking as she went. She came to my cock as it

poked her in the cheeks. She looked up at me and

smiled as I watched in wide-eyed fascination.

"Lovely cock," she whispered. She turned her head

sideways, and with her mouth open wide, plunged it

on my

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