I had been waiting nearly six hours before they announced the arrival of my mother's plane. It was late, it was hot, and I was tired, and the last place on earth I wanted to be at the present time was the San Fernando airport. My flight from New York had come in earlier, and rather than take the long cab ride to the resort, then have to come back to meet her, I figured I'd just stay at the airport. Of course, her flight was delayed. And delayed. And delayed. At last, I saw her as she entered the terminal.
It had been over a year and a half since I'd seen mom. With me in New York and the rest of my family in Seattle, it just didn't work out. I took her carry-on and embraced her, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.
"You look great!" I said. And I meant it. After my brother had gone on and on about her being in total misery since the old man left a year ago, I was expecting somehow she'd look haggard and worn out. But she was her perky, cheerful old self, the mom I'd always known.
As we waited at the baggage claim, she quickly caught me up on what had been going on since we'd last seen each other. As we talked, I looked at her and realized her taste in clothing hadn't changed much. She'd always dressed conservatively, but always with style. Tonight she had on a beige jacket with a matching beige skirt, and a white blouse with little ruffles around the color.
She wore light blue earrings in the shape of a heart. Around her waist was a thin leather belt with what looked like a handcrafted bronze buckle, and she had on a necklace with a bronze pendant that matched the buckle on her belt.
Her blonde hair was pulled back, giving her a formal, professional look. I noticed there wasn't a trace of gray in her hair.
After retrieving her luggage, we found a cab and started on the long ride to the resort. As the cab made its way over the twisting, bumpy roads, I thought back on the events that had led me here. The call from my brother had come just a week ago.
"Yo! Big brother Tom, how's it going? Ken here." His voice sounded upbeat and cheerful. I knew from experience that meant there was trouble coming. Call it brotherly intuition.
"Look," he continued, " you won't believe this, but I won a four-day, all-expense-paid vacation to a four star resort in San Fernando."
There was silence on my end of the line.
"You know, the Caribbean island."
"Oh, yeah," I muttered, "So, great for you. How does this involve me?"
"I can't go, see, because I got this big contract we're working on here in Seattle. So I thought, great! I'll give it to mom and she can go with one of her girlfriends. It will get her out of that big lonely house. So mom agrees and for the first time in a long time I think she got excited about something.
"I had dinner there last week and she had half a dozen maps of the Caribbean spread on the table. She'd found some book about the history of San Fernando, and she'd downloaded schedules of tours you can take to the other islands around it. I mean, that's the most excited I've seen her since the old man left."
"Well," my brother continued, "It's a long, involved story, but it seems her friend just met this guy, and instead of going to San Fernando, at the last minute, her friend decides to go to Las Vegas to marry this guy. Funny, huh? And meantime, I've made all these reservations and booked airline tickets and on and on."
"And exactly how does this involve me?" I repeated.
"So I thought, what can I do? This will really destroy mom. She'd never go alone, of course. Then I came up with the perfect solution. I thought, hey, Tom doesn't have a real job..."
"Watch it, Ken," I interrupted, "I'm a consultant with a PhD in electrical engineering and make more in a year than you do in two."
"Whatever," he continued, "What I meant was, your time is your own. And you being separated and all, I figured, hey, why doesn't my good brother Tom go with mom to this place?"
"You figured all that out yourself?" I asked.
"Yeah," he answered, "What do you think?"
"You're crazy," I answered, "That's what I think."
"You haven't seen her in over a year. She told me that. Look, I'll make all the arrangements here in Seattle. It's not like I'm asking you to sit naked on an anthill or something, this place is top of the line, check out their website. Not so bad a deal, huh?"
I reluctantly asked him for the dates. While he held on the phone, I checked my calendar. I could squeeze it in, I realized, and suddenly I thought about the twelve hour days I'd been working for the last few months, and how much I needed a break, and how I did feel a little twinge of guilt about not seeing the family in so long. What the hell...
"O.K." I told my brother, "I'll go."
*****
It was 11:30 by the time we checked in. The resort was a casual, cabin type of setup, with a single main building, and cabins spread down the beach on either side.
"And will you be eating breakfast in your cabin, or in the dining room," the girl at the check-in counter asked. I looked at mom. She shrugged, as if to say 'I don't know, you decide'.
"Uh, I guess we'll have breakfast here," I answered.
"Your cabins are about a half mile down the beach," the girl continued, "Carlos will take you. Call when you want to be picked up in the morning."
I was momentarily confused. Carlos? Taking us?
Mom poked me in the ribs and pointed to the door. There was Carlos, our bags in hand. We followed him to a six-person golf cart waiting in the driveway.
*****
The cabins we passed seemed in the moonlight to look like miniature duplex houses, each one with two doors, with a little porch in front of each door. They were about a hundred yards apart. Carlos stopped the cart.
"You're the one on the right," he said as he took our luggage and led us inside, setting our suitcases on folding carts.
I fumbled in my pocket for a tip. Carlos gave a little bow and was gone.
I looked around. The cabin was set up like a little efficiency apartment. It had a small kitchenette area with a table, a little living room area with two wicker couches, and a bedroom area separated from the rest by a waist high wooden wall.
"Shit!" I suddenly exclaimed.
Mom looked at me, startled.
"Sorry," I said, "I forgot to tell them we needed a rollaway bed."
"Don't worry about it," Mom said, "We'll get one tomorrow. Remember when we used to go camping and the four of us would spend the night in that little tent?" she asked, "Compared to that, this will be a spacious sleeping arrangement. And besides, it will be the first time I've had a warm body in bed with me since..." she paused, "since he left."
"If it's O.K. with you." I said, shrugging my shoulders. I looked at my watch. It was midnight. I was exhausted, and didn't look forward to spending another half hour waiting for a bed to arrive.
"I'll get the bathroom first," mom said. She opened her suitcase and as she began getting her things, a loud scream suddenly pierced through the air. Startled, we both turned toward the source of the scream; the wall separating our suite from the one adjoining us.
My first thought was to run out the door to help. I looked for a phone. Did they have 911 here?
Then there was another scream, and a woman's voice cried out loudly, "Yes, Roy! Do it to me, Roy! Yes! Fuck me now! Put your big cock in me and fuck me now!" It was a woman's voice. A young woman with a southern accent. Alabama or Mississippi, I guessed.
I looked at my mother, a smile forming on my face. She smiled back at me. I think we were both relieved that at least it wasn't a mad ax murderer next door. The cries and screams continued.
"Oh, Fuck! Oh, Fuck! Oh, Fuck!" we heard the scream.
"I'll go say something to them," I said, looking at mom. I was a little embarrassed for her.
"No," she said, "It's alright, they'll be done in a minute or two." She blushed slightly.
The screams ended. Whoever was next door had finished their sexual workout. It was quiet again, and mom went into the bathroom. As the door to the bathroom closed, I grabbed a pair of shorts and a t-shirt from my suitcase. I quickly changed into them and slid under the covers on the bed.
A few minutes later, the door to the bathroom opened and mom stepped out. She was wearing a white, knee-length nightgown. The light in the bathroom was still on, and as she hung her clothes on the hooks outside the bathroom door, for one brief moment, I could see the light shining through the fabric of her nightgown, showing the outline of her full, large breasts, and how they swayed back and forth, braless, under her nightgown. I closed my eyes and was instantly asleep.
*****
My eyes popped open. My bladder had sent an urgent warning to my subconscious brain that I'd better wake up, or risk a disaster. It was dark and it took me a moment to remember where I was. I stood and stumbled in the darkness to the bathroom.
With my business done, I opened the bathroom door, keeping the light on so I could check out the path back to the bed.
I saw mom, lying on her stomach. It was hot, and I realized we hadn't thought about turning the air conditioning on, and the blanket on the bed had pulled up until it was bunched up at mom's waist. Her nightgown had followed the blanket.
I looked down at her, the light from the bathroom illuminating the bed. I don't know why, but I just stood there and looked. I stared at her feet. Her toenails, I noticed, were painted red. Then up her calves to her thighs. They looked smooth and trim. Then higher, to her ass, covered by her panties. Her ass was large and full, but at the same time looked firm. Not bad for 48 years old. She must work out, I thought to myself. Her panties were white and silky-looking where they hugged her rear, and in the middle, darker, as her panties spanned the deep valley between her asscheeks.
Mom's legs were slightly spread, and I could see the uppermost part of her inner thighs, white and smooth, as they came to a juncture at the point hidden beneath her panties. Her head was turned slightly away from me, and her blonde hair spread out on the pillow like a halo.
I have no idea why it came to my mind at that moment, but I thought about the last time I'd had sex. It had been two weeks before, when I'd been working late at a client's office, and the girl who'd been assigned by the client to assist me started talking about what a rotten marriage she had, and how her husband didn't appreciate her, and one thing led to another and we were soon locked in a passionate embrace.
And I remembered how she took my hand and led me to her boss's office. She cleared the clutter off his desk, and said to me, "I want it here. I want you to fuck me here." And I did. She was active and loud as we fucked, and afterward, she wiped my penis clean with her hand and spread the mixture of my cum and her pussy juices all over the seat of her boss's chair. "He's such an asshole," she said, "let him figure out where that came from."
I looked down again at my mother's legs and panty-covered ass. Maybe it was that memory of two weeks ago, or maybe it was just the Caribbean air, but I realized my cock was now hard and erect, pointing toward the ceiling. I'm not sure what motivated me to do it, but I went into the bathroom and grabbed a little bottle of body oil I'd seen earlier.
Moving to the foot of the bed, I squirted the oil onto on my cock. Looking down at mom, I took my cock in my hand and slowly began stroking it. I looked at her face, nestled into the pillow, her hair, silky and soft, and I stroked my cock harder. I looked down at her thighs, and at the place they came together at her ass, and suddenly I felt the cum spewing out of my cock. I jerked my hand hard up and down, and my cum flew out in stringy waves, landing in large globs on the carpet in front of me.
I got a towel in the bathroom and knelt down on the floor, my cock hanging limp under me. I cleaned my cum off the carpet as best as I could, all the while trying hard to suppress my feelings of guilt and embarrassment at what I'd just done.
*****
When I opened my eyes, the sun was shining directly into them. I squinted and turned my head away. Mom was sitting at the table, sipping a cup of coffee.
"Finally awake, sleepyhead? Breakfast ends in half an hour. Let's get going. I've already called for our cart," she said with a smile.
Over breakfast, mom outlined the plans for the next few days. She had something scheduled every day.
"Today," she told me, "we get a boat at 4:00 for San Maritius. They have a tour of the museum there that will last until 6:00, then we can take a taxi around the island and meet the last boat back here at 9:00."
I looked at her in amazement and just nodded my head. My idea of a vacation didn't seem to be the same as hers.
"What about we hit the beach until we have to get the boat?" I asked.
"The beach?"
"Yeah, you know, sand, ocean, waves, that kind of stuff."
"I didn't even bring a swimsuit."
I looked at her in amazement.
"We're in a Caribbean paradise, and you didn't bring a swimsuit?"
"I haven't been swimming in years," she replied.
"You have to go back with a tan to at least prove to Ken you were here. And it's not about swimming," I said, "It's about lying on the beach with a good book, relaxing.
"Maybe I don't know how to relax," she said with a smile, "Maybe when we're in town the next time, I'll look for a suit." Same old mom.
After breakfast, we headed back toward the lobby. I saw a little gift shop/convenience store type of place and we wandered inside. Against one wall, there was a nicely stocked selection of wine. They had my favorite Merlot for about half the price I'd pay back home. I loaded six bottles in my arms. Then I saw the clothes rack at the back of the store.
"Mom," I said, "they've got swimsuits here."
She walked back and glanced at the clothes rack.
"No, those are for girls. Not my style."
I looked at her, a confused expression on my face.
"Look," she said, "They're overpriced and undersized. I can't buy any of these. Maybe in town I can find a clothing store."
"But town is thirty miles away. I'll pay for the suit. I just want to sit on the beach for a while until we go on your tour."
Mom glared at me, but finally gave in. She glanced at the rack and grabbed a suit, handing it to me. "You're wasting your money," she muttered.
*****
"Yeeek!" mom screamed.
"What?"
"I can't come out in this!"
"Why not?"
"This is for a nineteen year old, not for me, and it doesn't fit. It's too small," she called out to me through the closed door.
"It doesn't matter. Look, there's no one on the beach, and if there was, they're strangers anyway.
"No way, I couldn't even let you see me in this."
"Come on, Mom, you're just an old fuddy-duddy. Be a little daring."
A moment went by, then another, then the door to the bathroom opened. I let out a little gasp as my mom stood in the doorway.
It was a peach colored bikini. The top cupped her big breasts, covering them, but just barely. And she was right, the bikini was too small. The peach material spanned across the middle of her breasts, leaving most of the upper parts exposed, and at the bottom, her breasts swelled out from under the tight bikini top.
And the bottom of the bikini...the whole thing hung low on her hips, at least three inches below her belly button. The front and back were two 'V's, each 'V' coming to a point and disappearing at her crotch, exposing her outer thighs and hips the entire way to her waist.
I let out a little whistle. "Sexeeey!"
Mom frowned at me.
"I couldn't possibly be seen in public like this," she said.
"Mom, there's no public here, besides, you have a great body. You must work out, huh?"
She nodded and gave me a brief smile, as if happy that I'd noticed.
"I try to go down to the club about three times a week," she said, "nothing too much. Treadmills, bicycles, that type of thing."
"Well, whatever you're doing has sure paid off."
She blushed and thanked me.
Her belly was smooth and while not perfectly flat, most women half her age would be proud to have theirs look as good. Her thighs looked trim and tight and their muscles seemed well-toned.
"Let's go down and get some sun." I said. There was a whicker basket in the kitchenette stuffed with picnic type things, and I threw a couple of bottles of wine in it. Grabbing two folding chairs from the porch, I ran in my bare feet toward the beach. Aside from another couple several hundred yards away, it looked like we'd have the entire beach to ourselves.
I set up the chairs and looked back toward the cabin. Mom was just coming out the door. Of course, she'd slipped a blouse on and had a large beach towel tied around her waist. We sat down, and each of us propped a book up on our lap.
Suddenly a figure appeared in front of us.
"Hi, there! We're your next-door neighbors. We saw you coming down here and just wanted to stop by and introduce ourselves."
I immediately recognized the voice. With its southern drawl, it was the same voice we'd heard screaming the night before.
"I'm Lisa," she said, "and that's my husband Roy." She pointed toward a figure headed toward us carrying two beach chairs. She giggled, "It feels funny to say 'my husband'. We've only been married for three days. We're on our honeymoon now. Roy and I are from Mobile. How about you guys?"
I put out my hand. "I'm Tom, and this is my... this is Sally."
Lisa shook each of our hands enthusiastically. By now, the figure with the chairs had arrived. Roy propped the chairs against his legs and extended his arm to each of us.
"We're from...Seattle," I said, figuring there was no sense in going into the whole Seattle/New York story.
"It's so nice meeting you, Tom, Sally," Lisa said, "I'm sure we'll see more of each other Well, it's a big beach so we'll walk up a little ways to give you guys some privacy."
"Don't be silly," mom said, "put your chairs down right here."
I looked at her and rolled my eyes. So much for a quiet day at the beach.
As Roy unfolded the chairs, I had a chance to study them. Lisa was a short girl, and a little on the plump side. For some reason, she reminded me of a little roly-poly teddy bear. She wore a bikini that she definitely shouldn't have been wearing. The top consisted of two triangles of cloth that barely covered the front of each breast. As she talked, her floppy breasts jiggled up and down and I was afraid they might at any minute pop out from the top of her bikini.
In the front, the bottom of her bikini was nothing more than a three-inch wide strip of cloth that went from her waist to her crotch. Her stomach, while not exactly fat, had a chubby, rounded look to it. Lower, her waist curved out into a large ass, which spread out against the surface of the beach chair when she sat down.
Lisa had a pretty face. It was round, with dimpled cheeks, and a little cupid mouth that always seemed to be curved upward in a smile. And her eyes... her eyes had this little devilish glint to them, as if she was about to do something bad, and wanted you to join her.
Roy looked to me to be about six feet tall. He had a muscular build, his biceps were thick and well formed and his stomach rippled with muscles. He had on a pair of bikini-brief swim trunks. They hugged him tightly, and looking at him, it was impossible not to notice the large bulging mound pushing out against the front of his trunks.
It soon became evident that Roy was the strong and silent type, apparently already resolved to the fact that Lisa was the spokesman in their partnership. Lisa sat on the edge of her chair facing us. She began to talk. Lisa, we soon found out, was a talker. Five minutes later, I knew more about Lisa's life story than I knew about some people I'd known for years."Roy and I are 20 years old," she told us, "We wouldn't be at such a fancy place for our honeymoon except my uncle owed Daddy some money and he repaid him by paying for our trip."
"Roy's a backhoe operator with the county," Lisa explained, "and I'm going to cosmetology school. Well, not exactly cosmetology, we learn a lot more than that. Stuff like skin care and massage, so when I graduate I can work in one of those 'whole body spas', or at a resort, or even on a cruise ship. There's a lot of opportunities."
Mom glanced at me with a little smile on her face, as if to say, 'see, aren't you glad I invited them to sit here'?
"So how long have you guys been married?" Lisa looked at us and asked.
Mom looked at me. There was a pause. I wondered how she would respond.
"About two years," mom answered with a little smile on her face.
"Cool, so you two are almost newlyweds, too," Lisa said.
Lisa's voice, with her southern accent, was soft and pleasant to listen to, and she had a certain open, vivacious quality to her that intrigued me. I think mom was equally fascinated by the young woman. She had an uninhibited air about her, as if she was willing to bare her soul to anyone, and share her innermost thoughts about anything. But yet, she seemed so confident and self-assured that I soon forgot I was talking to a girl barely out of her teens.
"How long will you two be staying here?" mom asked.
"Four more days," Lisa answered, "then Roy's 'gotta go back to work and I have classes. Hey, the sun's getting higher. Roy, better get the lotion out."
Roy reached into a large bag beside the chair and pulled out a tube of suntan lotion. He hadn't said a single word yet.
"So Sally, are you going to get some sun?" Lisa asked, looking at mom, who still had on her blouse and a towel around her waist.
Mom shrugged her shoulders and began to unbutton her blouse. She pulled it off and undid the towel.
"Nice suit!" Lisa exclaimed, "I wish I had a figure like yours; to be able to look so good in a bikini."
A slight blush crossed mom's face.
"I don't normally wear stuff like this," Lisa said, looking down at her bikini, "at home I have a one-piecer, because we'd be swimming with family and all, and I wouldn't want my tits to hang out like this, I mean, with kids and stuff around. But Roy saw this in the store, and this being our honeymoon and all, I sort of figured I'd give him whatever he wanted." She looked at her husband and let out a little giggle.
"So I figured if Roy could choose my suit, then I could choose Roy's. So I found this little thing." She reached over and slid her finger under the elastic hem of Roy's suit. She tugged on it, then let it go with a snap.
Lisa suddenly turned away from us and plopped herself face down on the beach chair. Her breasts bulged out on either side of her body, flattened like pancakes underneath her. The bottom of her bikini fought a losing battle trying to cover her rear. The material had bunched together in the middle, leaving most of her large asscheeks exposed.
"O.K., big boy," she said, "lather me up."
Mom looked at me and smiled again, as if she were enjoying the entertainment. Roy knelt on the sand and started applying the lotion to Lisa's body. He started on her calves, then worked his way up her thighs, and soon had both hands cupped over her rear, massaging her asscheeks with oil. Her ass jiggled back and forth as he spread the lotion. Lisa let out a little moan.
As I watched his hand move across her, her rear so prominently displayed, I could feel that familiar bulge beginning to form in my swimsuit. I raised the back of my chair slightly, hoping a more upright position would help hide it a little.
Roy continued working his way up Lisa's body until he'd done her back and shoulders. She immediately rolled over.
"Now my front," she commanded.
Her breasts, with little support provided by tiny bikini top, flopped down on either side of her chest. They were in serious danger of popping completely out of her bikini.
Roy began his way up the front of her legs. As he moved higher, Lisa spread her legs to give him access to the inside of her thighs. With Lisa's head facing away from us, I found myself looking straight up between her outspread legs, but Lisa and Roy seemed oblivious to the fact they had an audience. Roy continued his way up. He was now applying the oil to her lower stomach.
I glanced at mom. She'd been staring at the scene in front of us too, but when she saw me look her way, she blushed slightly and reached down to pick up her book.
Lisa let out a little giggle and I turned to see Roy's hand stuffed down the front of her bikini bottom. Lisa slapped his arm, and he quickly pulled it out. Roy moved up to her breasts and massaged the lotion in, occasionally letting his hands slip under her top. As he rubbed the oil on, her breasts flopped back and forth like big mountains of soft dough. He did her face, and finally finished, sat back on his chair.
"What's the matter with you guys?" Lisa asked, staring at us, "You're going to get the worst sunburn! Maybe you Northerners aren't used to the sun, but it can kill you if you're not careful!"
Mom pulled a tube of suntan lotion out of the beach bag she'd brought with her. She squirted some into her hand and began to spread it on her feet and legs. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched her. As she leaned forward, rubbing the oil onto her legs, her breasts hung low in her bikini top, gently swaying with the motion of her arms. I could see the deep valley between her breasts.
She squirted some more lotion on her thighs. I didn't realize it, but I was now staring straight at her. She turned her head and looked at me. Embarrassed, I looked away.
I tried to keep my eyes on Lisa and Roy. Lisa was just finishing applying oil to her husband's back. She leaned over him, facing mom and I, and her breasts dangled down from her chest like big water balloons, swinging from side to side, barely contained by the little pouches of her bikini top.
Meanwhile, Mom was applying the oil to her stomach, and saw her hands moving up toward her breasts. I turned my head toward her and watched as she spread the oil over her stomach, and higher, until she reached the little area of her breasts bulging out from the bottom of her bikini top. With her fingertips, she spread the lotion there.
As I turned back to watch Lisa's tits swinging and her ass wiggling back and forth, and then turned again toward my mother beside me, her hands gliding over her stomach, and across her chest, my body reacted. I glanced down and realized my cock was now hard and erect, forming a bulge in the front of my swimsuit. I raised my knees higher.
Mom abruptly glanced up at me. If she was upset or surprised to see me watching her, her expression didn't show it. She squirted more lotion on her hand and rubbed it across the top of her breasts exposed above her bikini. When she'd finished her face and arms, she turned toward me.
"Would you mind getting my back?" she asked as she rolled over onto her stomach.
I rolled off my chair and awkwardly crawled to her, hoping she wouldn't notice the hard-on pushing out the front of my swimsuit.
I knelt over her. Mom's breasts, flattened against the beach chair, bulged out slightly on either side of her body. Her bikini bottom, cut as low in the back as it was in the front, hugged against her, accentuating the full round curves of her ass.
I squirted some lotion on my hands and began massaging it onto her lower back. Her skin felt soft and smooth as I spread the lotion. I moved higher, avoiding the thin strap of her bikini top, until I realized I'd have to apply oil there. I slid both my oil-covered hands under the strap, and moved them sideways across her back and down her sides until they just touched the bare skin of her breasts bulging out from underneath her.
Finished, I quickly sat down in my beach chair, raising my knees up to help hide the mound at my crotch. Mom rolled over and pulled the back of her chair up. Meanwhile, Lisa reached out and gave her husband a solid slap on the ass.
"Turn over, big boy," she said, "time for the front."
Lisa was applying oil to Roy's chest and one glance at his crotch made it very obvious what state of mind he was in. Mom let out a little gasp. The suit Roy wore was far too small, and there, poking out from the top of it, for all the world to see, was at least three inches of his cock, its huge bulbous head pressed tight against his belly. Mom covered her mouth with her hand and giggled. She turned to me to see if I'd noticed it too.
Lisa looked up and followed our stares.
"Roy, you've got to keep that monster under control," she said. She tugged the top of his suit up as high as it would go, but to no avail, the head of his cock still stuck out the top. She shrugged her shoulders, as if to say, 'Sorry, nothing I can do about it', and continued applying the lotion.
"Newlyweds," mom whispered to me and giggled again.
I leaned down and opened the picnic basket. I uncorked a bottle of wine and poured a glass for each of us.
"What about them?" mom asked.
The basket only had two wine glasses, but there was a pack of plastic cups at the bottom and ripped it open and poured two more glasses. Lisa had finished with the suntan lotion and they both brought the backs of their chairs up.
"Lisa, Roy, would you guys like some Merlot?"
Lisa looked up.
"Merlot?"
"Uh, I held the glass up. It's a type of wine."
"Sure," she answered.
Lisa took the glasses from my hand and handed one to Roy. He was sitting with his knees up, which helped hide his huge erection.
"You know what's funny?" Lisa said, "Roy and I are old enough to get married and have kids, but we're not old enough to drink." She giggled and took a long sip of wine.
"Are either of you driving tonight?" I asked.
They both looked at me strangely for a second, then laughed when they realized I was joking.
"Then I guess a glass of wine it's alright." I said.
Lisa suddenly jumped up.
"Sally, you never oiled up your hubby! He'll turn to toast in this sun!"
"In a second, let me finish this," mom said, holding up her drink.
"Never mind, I'll get him myself." Lisa went to the back of my chair and lowered it. She squirted some lotion on her hands and began spreading it on my legs.
"Don't worry, Sally," she said, "I do this for a living. I mean, not this, but massages. At least I will when I graduate."
She smoothed the lotion across my legs and my back.
"Now roll over."
I didn't move.
"Roll over," she repeated.
"I can't," I said softly.
"Why can't..." she started to say, then understood why. "That's O.K., it happens all the time. Nothing to be ashamed of, it's a natural reaction. I've seen it lots of times in my massage class."
I turned my head to look up at her. She was looking at mom.
"He has a hard-on, Sally. And he's embarrassed about it. You don't mind, do you?"
I turned my head to look at mom. She was smiling. "No, I don't mind. It's O.K., hubby, you can turn over."
I frowned at her. She laughed, as if she was amused by the entire situation.
I slowly turned over. Looking down, I saw my cock making a huge tent in my swimsuit, the material bulging up, clearly defining the outline of my hard-on. I could feel myself blushing and knew my face must be bright red.
Lisa continued with the oil, spreading it up my legs.
"Spread your legs, big boy," she said. Her hands rubbed oil on the insides of my thighs, and before moving on to my stomach, she grabbed my cock through my swimsuit and gave it a hard squeeze. When she was done, Lisa stood up.
"All done," she said.
I pulled the back of my chair up and raised my knees, glad to be out of the center of attention. I grabbed the wine bottle and filled everyone's glass.
Lisa raised her glass. "Here's to new friends," she said. We raised our glasses and saluted her in return.
"Let's go for a swim, baby," Roy said. Mom and I both stared at him. We'd both realized they were the first words he'd said.
Lisa jumped up, and Roy ran after her.
Content to sit and watch them, mom and I sipped our wine in silence.
"So how's everything?" I finally turned to her and asked, "I mean, with dad gone?"
She looked at me. "I'm doing fine. It took me a while to get over it. The worst part was giving up the friends we'd mutually shared. They pretty much dumped us both after the divorce."
"And you?" mom asked, "what about you?"
"Your story sounds familiar, I think I'm going through the same thing. Cheryl says the divorce papers should be ready next week. I've never had a chance to tell you, mom, how sorry I am I screwed up my marriage. I hope I haven't hurt you."
Mom laughed.
"Me worried about your marriage! How about me screwing up mine?"
"It wasn't your fault, though. Even though he's my father, I know he's pretty much of an asshole when it comes to other women."
Mom laughed and raised her glass.
"I'll drink to that."
We sat back and watched the newlyweds playing in the waist deep water. Lisa put her foot in Roy's clenched hands and he flipped her backwards. They continued with this, and about every other time they did it, Lisa's top would slip off her breasts and end up tangled around her neck. After about the third time, she gave up and pulled her top off, holding it in her hands.
They eventually stood still, facing each other. We watched as Roy took one of Lisa's breasts in his hand, then leaned down and kissed it. Soon, he was alternating between her breasts, pushing his head hard against them, sucking and nibbling each one in turn.
I looked at mom. She watched them with no expression on her face.
I don't know whether Lisa and Roy thought we weren't watching, or just didn't care, but they continued their games. We watched as Roy reached down and lowered the bottom of Lisa's bikini. She stepped out of them and held them in her hand with her top.
There were no waves on the beach, just a gentle swell as the water moved up and down. At the top of each swell, the water came to Roy's waist, at the bottom, just slightly above his knees. He grabbed Lisa around the ass and pulled her up against him. We watched as he tugged his trunks down over his hips. Lisa moaned, loud enough for us to hear. It was obvious he had entered her.
I glanced at mom. She seemed entranced by what was happening in front of us. She looked back at me.
"Ah, to be young again," she said softly.
"You're not old, mom."
"Too old for making love on the beach. Your dad and I..." her voice trailed off.
"What?"
"We had a good... love life for the first few years, then he discovered all those... young things at work...I couldn't compete with them."
As we talked, we watched as Roy's hips thrust back and forth against Lisa. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. With each thrust, he lifted her up and then lowered her body hard against his. Her head was thrown back, her breasts flying up and down as they fucked in the water.
"But that's all over now," mom continued.
"Come on, mom, you're talking yourself down. You're intelligent and sexy, and you've got the body of a twenty year old."
She smiled, "I think I could at least compete with her," she said, pointing at Lisa.
I laughed. "See, that's the point, it's all based on your own self-image. Lisa's an enchanting, sexy, intriguing person, only because that's what she thinks she is. You've got to do the same."
"What? Act intriguing, sexy, and enchanting?" she asked with a smile.
"Try it." I said.
Our conversation was interrupted by a scream from Lisa. Their bodies pounded against each other, until Roy slowly released his hands from Lisa's ass and lowered her. They stood together and kissed. Lisa pulled on her bikini, Roy pulled up his swimsuit, and they made their way back toward us.
"Mind if we have another wine?" Lisa asked as she sat down on her beach chair. Nothing in her voice or manner indicated she'd just been fucked less than a minute ago.
I filled their glasses. That was the last bottle in the cooler, I realized. I'd have to go get another in the cabin.
"Can I ask you a question?" Lisa said, looking at mom, "and you won't get upset?"
Mom nodded.
"I couldn't help but notice," she continued, "you're a little... older than Tom."
"Yes, a little bit," she answered, "In fact, sometimes he calls me mom and I call him son. Sort of our pet names for each other."
Lisa nodded, "So how did it happen? I mean, how did you meet?"
Mom smiled at me, then looked at Lisa.
"Well, obviously, Tom's my second husband," mom answered. I could see she was really enjoying the charade. "The first marriage just didn't work out. I met Tom when I was vacationing in France. It was in a casino there that I first saw him. At the Baccarat table."
Lisa's mouth dropped open.
"That's so romantic," she said, "Like in a fairy tale. But I can see why he'd be attracted to you. You're pretty and you have a great body. I'd die for your body."
"Thank you," mom said.
"And you're here on vacation now?"
"Yeah," mom answered, "He had a few weeks off from the embassy... in Budapest."
I glanced at mom and frowned. Her game was going too far.
"Wow, you have such an exciting life. I mean, compared to ours," she said, looking at Roy.
I saw that Lisa's glass was empty.
"I'll go get another bottle of wine in the cabin." I said.
Mom glanced at her watch.
"We've been out here for two hours," she said, "maybe we'd better go in before we really do get broiled."
"Would you come up to our cabin?" Lisa said, "We could talk more there. Please?"
Mom nodded. I half expected her to go to our room to change out of her bikini, but she didn't. Their room was identical to ours. I plopped down on the couch and mom sat down beside me. Lisa sat across from us while Roy stood at the counter, opening one of the bottles of wine I'd gotten from our room.
"So is it weird, the age difference?"
I was suddenly struck by the absurdity of the entire scene. Here was Lisa, who'd just been fucked in the water five minutes earlier, sitting in front of us, leaning forward with her tits hanging down, barely covered by her bikini top, asking my mom and me about our pretend marriage. I started to laugh. Lisa looked at me.
"No," I said, "It works out just fine. She has the experience and I have the energy."
I looked at mom. Her eyes twinkled. Evidently, she was enjoying the game we were playing. Roy came with the wine and filled our glasses. He sat down on the couch beside Lisa. There was a pause as we each took a sip of our wine.
"But that must be nice for you, Sally," Lisa continued, "I mean, to have a young guy with more energy. You know... in bed."
"Yes, he keeps me quiet satisfied," mom said, looking at me with another smile.
"So are you guys having fun?" Lisa asked, "I mean, on your vacation?"
"So far we are," mom answered.
"Can I say something? Lisa continued, "I mean, in an advice sort of way? And you won't get mad?"
Mom nodded.
"You're both older and more experienced than me," Lisa continued, "but it seems like you guys need to loosen up a little."
"How you mean?" mom asked.
"Well, you both just seem a little...conservative. You shouldn't be reading books on the beach. You have to do some crazy things while you're on vacation. Daddy always used to tell me, 'you only live once'."
"Like what should we do?" mom asked.
"I don't know," Lisa said, looking at her, "Maybe just go back to your room and fuck each other's brains out." Lisa covered her mouth with her hand and laughed, as if she'd realized maybe she'd gone too far.
"I did have a new experience today," mom said.
We all looked at her, waiting to hear about it."I shouldn't have had all that wine," she said, blushing, "I'm getting silly."
"So tell us about your experience," Lisa said.
Mom paused.
"It was the first time in my life I ever saw someone else... making love."
"You mean us?" Lisa asked with a giggle, "We didn't think you'd see us that far out in the water. Sorry if we upset you."
"No, you didn't upset me. It was ...fascinating. When you think about it, people all over the world do it tens of millions of times a day, but I've never seen it in real life. My first husband used to make me watch those porno films, so I've seen people... doing it, but never in real life. Never in flesh and blood."
"Well, Roy and I are sure flesh and blood," Lisa said, giving her husband a poke in the ribs, "At least I am. I'm not too sure about Roy."
Roy looked at her with a sheepish smile.
"So, Sally," Lisa continued, "when you saw us, what were you thinking?"
"I'm not sure," mom answered, "in a way, it was sort of...exciting. Sort of exciting to watch another couple doing it."
Lisa leaned forward and whispered, "Did it turn you on?"
There was a long pause. Mom took another sip of wine, looked up at Lisa, and slowly nodded her head.
Now, I felt a little embarrassed. Here was a side of my mother I could never have known, or even suspected.
Lisa took a sip of her wine. I could see a little devilish smile form in the corners of her mouth. She looked at mom.
"Would you like us to give you another show? Would you like us to do it again?"
There was a long pause. Mom looked at me and blushed, clearly embarrassed. Then she looked back at Lisa.
"Yes," she answered softly.
"And if we give you a show, Sally, afterward, when you're hot and wet and turned on from watching us, will you give Tom the fuck of his life?"
A little whimper came out of the back of mom's mouth. Her face was flushed. Her breaths seemed to be coming a little deeper. I wasn't sure what was happening, where this was all going. Meanwhile, I realized my cock was hard. Rock hard. Erect and throbbing, it pushed against my swimsuit, trying to break free.
Lisa stood up. She motioned to Roy and they picked up the wicker coffee table between the two couches and slid it away.
Lisa took Roy's hand and they stood directly in front of mom.
"So tell me, Sally," Lisa said, "tell me what you want to see."
Mom lowered her eyes and turned her head to the side.
"Tell me, Sally!" Lisa commanded.
"I want...I want to see you do it," mom finally said, softly.
"Do what, Sally?"
"You know... I want to see you... make love...to...fuck."
Mom glanced at me again. She had a confused look on her face, as if she too wasn't sure exactly where this was all headed.
"And how do you want us to fuck, Sally? Tell me!"
Mom let out a little moan.
"I want to see his ...thing... and I want to see your...pussy."
Mom's words were deep and raspy, her breasts moved up and down as her breath came in shorter bursts.
Lisa reached up and undid her bikini top. She shrugged her shoulders and it fell to the floor, exposing her big, floppy tits. She motioned to Roy and he stood, facing her. She slid his suit down and off his legs. A little whimper escaped from mom's mouth. His cock, even limp, was truly immense. Lisa knelt in front of him, and without using her hands, leaned down, opened her mouth wide and using her tongue, pulled the head of Roy's penis into her mouth with a little sucking sound.
Holding the head of his cock firmly in her mouth, Lisa swung her head from side to side, stretching and pulling his flaccid penis like a rubber band. As we watched, Roy's cock slowly began to harden, limiting the range of Lisa's motions, until finally, hard and erect, his cock prevented her head from moving at all, as if her mouth were glued to a thick, rigid pole.
Lisa released his cock from her mouth and it slapped up against Roy's belly. Mom let out another whimper. Roy's cock was at least two inches in diameter and looked like it was at least eight inches long. Blue veins rippled up its underside to a large bulbous head.
Mom's mouth was slightly open. Her chest heaved up and down as her breath became shorter. Lisa stood and faced us. We watched as she slowly slid her bikini bottom off her hips and down to her knees, kicking it away. Her cunt was shaved bare. She stood in front of us, her legs parted, the twin mounds of her cunt visible with their lips red and exposed.
"So tell me, Sally," Lisa said, looking at mom, "tell me how you want us to fuck. Do you want me to lie on my back and spread my legs? Do you want me to kneel on all fours so he can fuck me from behind? How do you like Tom to do it to you? Tell me!"
As she talked, Lisa's hands stroked her tits, caressing her nipples, then lower, until they were making small circles over the mound of her shaved pussy. Another small whimper came out of mom's mouth and she lowered her head. Her face was flushed.
"Look up at us, Sally," Lisa commanded, "Look at Roy's hard cock. I'm going to let him fuck me now."
Lisa knelt on all fours, her ass toward us, her legs slightly spread.
Roy got on his knees behind her, and inserting his thumbs into her, used them to spread her pussy lips open to make room for his cock. He pushed his huge cock against her, and after just two or three strokes, his pelvis was slapping against Lisa's ass.
Lisa's tits began to swing beneath her in large circles. His hands gripped against the meaty flesh of her ass to pull her tight against him with each stroke.
"His cock is in me now, Sally," Lisa said, "I can feel his cock stroking back and forth in my cunt."
Lisa let out a little moaning sound and continued, "This makes you hot, doesn't it, Sally, watching us fuck? Maybe you're thinking about how good it will feel to have your cunt stuffed with Tom's cock."
Mom continued staring at them, her mouth open. I heard a little groan form in the back of her throat.
What happened next occurred as if in a dream. It happened in real-time, but it was like a movie - a movie in slow motion.
Mom turned and looked into my eyes. In one slow, fluid motion, she moved her body toward mine and lifted one leg over me until she was straddling my lap, facing me, her body pressed tightly against mine, her crotch pushing down on my hard cock. Another little whimper came out of her mouth. She put her hands behind my head and pulled tightly until my face was pushing against her breasts.
She put her mouth so close to my ear I could feel her breath. "I'm so sorry. I'm so very sorry. I'm so very sorry, Tom," she whispered. Her voice trembled. "I just need it. It's been so long and I need it. Will you forgive me? Will you ever forgive me for being so terrible? Will you forgive your wicked mother?"
I could feel a slight trembling in her body. I put my hands on either side of her head and pulled her head back until I was looking directly into her eyes. I moved my face slowly toward hers until my lips just barely brushed hers. I could feel her breath against my mouth. Her head moved forward and our lips touched again, and I opened my mouth slightly to meet hers, and I felt the wetness of her mouth against mine as we held each other tight.
I pulled mom's head harder against mine. Our tongues momentarily touched, then touched again, and mom brought my tongue deep inside her mouth and our tongues pushed hard together. A small whimper came from the back of mom's throat, then another. Mom's pelvis ground back and forth against my cock, her ass sliding up and down on my thighs as she humped against me, our bodied separated only by the fabric of our swimsuits.
"Take off your top," I whispered.
Mom reached behind and undid her bikini top. She shook her shoulders, and the top fell down between us. And there, in front of my face were my mother's huge breasts, round and full and heavy, with large brownish-pink aureoles and erect little nipples pointing straight at my face. I leaned down and pushed my open mouth against one of her breasts, sucking as much of it into my mouth as I could, caressing her nipple with my tongue. Mom moaned and pulled my head tighter against her.
"Yes, Tom," she said softly. Her voice had a husky, throaty sound to it, "Yes! Suck on my breasts! Play with my breasts! So good..."
She grabbed my head and moved it to her other breast, all the while her body humping back and forth against my cock.
I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, the pressure was mounting in my cock. I put my arms around mom's back and slowly leaned forward, off the couch, until I was lying on top of mom, her back on the floor.
Lisa and Roy moved to make room for us. Lisa was still on all fours with inside her, but they had stopped their movements, their heads turned toward us.
I sat up, kneeling between mom's outspread legs. Her hair was splayed on the carpet in a circle around her head. She looked up at me, her lips slightly parted, a glazed look in her eyes. Her breasts swayed gently back and forth on her chest as her breaths came deeper and faster.
Sliding back, I put my fingers under the elastic hem of her bikini, and slowly began to slide it down her hips. Mom put an arm across her forehead, and let out a series of soft, quick whimpers.
I slid back further to allow her legs to come together enough for me to pull the bikini down her thighs and off. Then I slid forward, still on my knees, causing her legs once again to move apart.
I looked down. There was my mother's cunt, spread open and waiting. Her pussy hair was golden blonde, the same color as the hair on her head, and neatly trimmed. Her pussy lips puffed outward, red and swollen, and glistening with her juices.
I pulled my swimsuit down, and awkwardly slid it off. Mom raised her head and looked at me. My cock was hard and erect, the veins on it throbbing.
"Oh, God!" she moaned, "Oh, God! No! We can't! No!"
I grabbed the base of my cock and held it in my hand, brushing the head of it against mom's protruding cuntlips. I made little circles with its tip around her clitoris, then lower, brushing her wet, swollen opening with the head of my cock.
Mom's hips began making little up and down strokes, as if begging my cock to enter her. I slid the head of my cock between her cuntlips, gently parting them, then slowly pushed my cock deeper. Her cunt was hot, and tight, and wet against my cock.
Abruptly, my mother's hips left the carpet and thrust upward violently, causing my cock to sink deep into her cunt. Our pelvic bones met, I was as deep inside her.
"Oh, God!" she cried out, "Oh, God! Yes! Yes!"
I slowly withdrew my cock, until its head nearly left her cunt, then pushed it back again. I put my hands under mom's ass, and cupping her asscheeks, pulled her tighter against me. I began slow, steady strokes into my mother's cunt.
Suddenly, mom's legs flew up and wrapped around my waist, her ankles locking behind my ass. Now, with each downward stroke of my cock, her legs flexed, causing her body to slam up against mine.
"Oh, God!" she screamed out, "Fuck me! Fuck your mother!"
Her breaths came in short, deep gasps. A sheen of sweat covered our bodies. As my mother shook her head from side to side, strands of hair stuck to her wet, sweaty face, flopping into her open mouth, sticking to her eyes.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Roy was once again slamming back and forth against Lisa. I pounded my cock hard into my mother, my hands grasped tight on her ass.
"Oh, shit!" she screamed, "Shit! Shit! Fuck me! Fuck your mother, Tom!"
I could feel a slow boiling feeling in my balls.
"I'm going to cum," I moaned almost uncontrollably, "I'm going to cum!"
I could feel a slight quiver in my mother's cunt, then her entire body began to shake beneath me.
"Oh, shit! Shit!" she cried out.
I could feel a spasm in my cock as the first spurt of cum rushed out, spewing deep into my mother's womb.
Her head was thrown back, her mouth wide open. From deep in her throat, a long, low moan formed. Her pelvis made quick, jerking motions against mine. Now, her breasts were flying from side to side, as her breath came in short, deep gasps.
As I continued to thrust deep in and out of her, I felt another spurt of cum blasting out of my cock, and then another. Uncontrollably, I let out a loud groan as the last of my sperm spilled into my mother.
Mom's body shook in one long, last spasm, then I could feel her go limp beneath me. I collapsed on top of her, our sweaty bodies making contact from head to toe, my cock still buried inside her.
My eyes were closed, and I could hear the slapping sound of Roy's body meeting Lisa's. Lisa screamed, and I heard their bodies slip to the floor beside ours.
I'm not sure how long we lay there, probably only a minute or two, but I finally rolled off mom, my limp cock slipping out from inside her. Without a word to each other, we pulled our swimsuits on and went back to our room.
After the hot sun on the beach, and our physical exertions just minutes before, I realized I was exhausted, and maybe a little drunk. I suspected mom was tired also. As if by some unspoken mutual agreement, we both collapsed on the bed.
"Well," mom said, turning her head toward me, "I guess we're not going on that tour today." She smiled and closed her eyes.
I looked at the clock on the wall. It was only four in the afternoon.I opened my eyes. The clock on the wall said 8:00, and for a moment, I was confused. Was it night or morning? By the way the sun came through the window, I figured it must be evening. That would mean we'd been asleep for about four hours.
I turned to mom. She looked so peaceful and content, strands of her blonde hair running across her face. She still had her bikini on, and I remembered how we'd come into the room from next door, too tired to change, and collapsed on the bed.
As I looked at her, she opened her eyes. I was afraid for a moment. We hadn't talked since we'd made love just four hours earlier. No, I thought, we hadn't made love, we'd fucked. We'd fucked hard and fast, unable to control ourselves. What would her reaction be now? Regret? Embarrassment? Guilt?
Mom looked in my eyes and smiled. I held her glance.
"Mom, I'm sorry..." I started to say. I felt I had to say something, some apology, some explanation, anything to make it O.K. between us.
She put a finger to my lips.
"Don't say anything," she whispered, "Don't say a word."
She continued to look deep into my eyes. Slowly, mom reached back and undid the top of her bikini. She shrugged her shoulders and her top slipped off. There, just inches from my face, were her huge breasts, their aureoles at least three inches in diameter, topped with their hard little nipples.
A little groan came from the back of my throat. Mom reached down and slid her bikini bottom down over her hips and off her legs. I could see the golden blonde hair above her pussy.
"Don't say a word," she whispered again.
Mom got up on her knees. Kneeling above me, she pulled my swimsuit down my hips just enough so my penis was exposed. It rested against my stomach, flaccid and soft.
She looked into my eyes again, "Don't say a word," she said again, then slowly bent down and took the head of my penis into her mouth. And then more of it, until she'd taken it all deep inside her mouth. Her mouth was warm, and wet, and I could immediately feel my cock start to harden, to expand in her mouth.
She pulled at the head of my cock with her closed lips, stroking her tongue into the little slit at its end. Then her head began to move up and down, sucking my cock deep into her wet mouth, her cheeks puffing in and out with each up and down movement of her head.
By now, my cock was hard and erect, and she let it slip out of her mouth. Mom turned, and again looking straight into my eyes, drew her leg across my body. Facing me, she put her hands on the bed, and supporting herself on either side of me with her arms, began to slowly move her hips, causing her pussy to rub up and down against me. I could feel her wetness as her pussy lips spread out on either side of my cock, stroking up and down against it.
I looked up at mom's face. Her mouth was slightly open, her cheeks a little flushed. Her breasts swung gently back and forth, inches above my chest, her erect nipples pointing down at me.
Mom let out a little whimper, her pussy continuing its slow, up and down motion against my cock. Then, at the end of an upward stroke, she lifted her hips slightly up, allowing the head of my cock to enter her. She lowered herself, slowly engulfing me inside her.
Her pussy was hot, and wet, and tight against my cock, and I had to fight hard to resist the urge to suddenly thrust my hips upward.
"So good..." I started to say, but mom interrupted, putting a finger across my lips.
"Shhhh," she whispered.
Now, our pelvises touched, our pubic hair mingled together. She paused, then ever so slowly raised her hips until just the head of my cock was inside her. Then slowly she lowered herself.
I stared at the point where our bodies were joined together. Her light blonde pubic hair was almost invisible against her skin, almost giving the illusion her pussy was shaved bare. With each of her slow upward movements, I could see the lips of her pussy hanging back, dragging against my cock, then folding inward as she began her downward stroke.
I watched the muscles in her thighs and ass flex as she moved against me. My cock glistened with her juices, and her strokes came so slow I could feel the cool, evaporative air on my wet cock with each of her upward strokes, then the moist heat as her pussy enveloped me again.
A boiling pressure began to develop in my balls, and I knew I was going to cum. And then it started. I could feel the cum rushing out of my cock, spurting into mom's pussy. Because her motions were so slow, the feeling was intense, almost painful. I wanted to shout out, 'Faster! Faster!'. I wanted to grab mom's ass and pull her hard against me, to pound my pelvis upward. I needed to feel my cock stroking hard and fast into her cunt.
But she continued her excruciatingly slow, up and down movements, torturing my cock as I continued to fill her womb with cum.
Now, mom's eyes were closed tight, her face flushed red. She whimpered softly. I felt another wave of cum gush out of my cock and I knew my balls were drained dry.
I felt a slight trembling in her cunt, as if it were trying to grab my cock, to pull me in tighter. Mom's eyelids began to flutter uncontrollably. Her entire body began to shake on top of mine. Her mouth was now wide open, as if she was screaming in silence. Despite her own orgasm, she continued her slow, even strokes.
Then, as if someone had pushed the pause key on a video, her body became still. She opened her eyes. Still supporting herself on her outstretched arms, her body was remained still above mine. Her breasts hung motionlessly over my chest. I was still deep inside her, and I watched as a thin trail of white cum slowly oozed out of her pussy, down my cock, to form a small puddle at its base.
Mom remained frozen above me for at least a full minute before her body went limp and she collapsed on top of me.
*****
We were sitting with Roy and Lisa in the resort's restaurant, just finishing dinner. The meal had all come about as a result of a jog that mom had taken earlier in the day.
"I just did a terrible thing," she had said after returning from her run.
"What's that?"
"I saw Lisa and Roy down on the beach, and I invited them to have dinner with us. Are you mad? Or better yet, am I crazy?"
"No," I said, shrugging my shoulders, "they're a little wild, but you have to admit, there's something intriguing about them."
Intriguing was putting it mildly. Lisa was probably one of the most uninhibited people I'd ever met. Both in her speech and her actions, she gave off a devil-may-care air as if she would say whatever she wanted and do whatever she wanted, and the hell with whatever anyone else thought. I still wasn't sure if this was a result of supreme confidence or supreme lack of confidence but I suspected the former.
It was a semi-formal restaurant. I had put on a tie and blazer. Mom, as usual, was dressed elegantly. All in green, she wore light green pants that, while not tight, helped to accent the curve of her hips and her trim thighs. She had on a light green blouse with tiers of ruffles across the front. There was a silky green neckerchief loosely tied around her neck.
Lisa had on a tight, knit halter-top, which exposed most of her chubby little tummy. With no bra on underneath, her floppy breasts hung down and jiggled whenever she moved. She wore a pair of denim shorts, the kind with the frayed hems at the bottom, and an inch or two of her asscheeks puffed out from the bottom on each side.
Roy had on a pair of khaki pants and a button up sports shirt that was a size or two too small. Maybe he chose that size on purpose, I thought to myself, because it helped show off the bulging muscles of his upper arms, and the contour of his well-developed chest.
"So Sally, why did you divorce your first husband?" Lisa asked, looking at mom.
I was curious to see how she would handle the question.
"I think because he was more interested in the young things he could get at work than he was in me."
"Now you've got your revenge," Lisa said with giggle.
Mom looked at her, confused.
"I mean, now you've got your own young thing," Lisa said, pointing at me.
Mom and I both smiled.
"Well, he was crazy to let you go," she continued, "and Tom's lucky to have you now. I mean, you know I've seen... all of you, and you have a great body! I'd trade mine for yours any day. Even Roy here was getting all excited talking about how hot you look."
I noticed Roy blushed slightly.
"I don't think I'd be that upset if Roy screwed around," Lisa continued with a smile, "as long as he kept bringing me the paycheck."
She took another sip of her wine.
"In fact, let me tell you a funny story, at least I think it's funny. Three or four weeks ago my best girlfriend was over at my apartment. Roy was there, and the three of started drinking this wine she'd brought with her, and before you know it, she's making these google eyes at Roy.
"So I saw this, and figured if she was 'gonna chase him, it was better if she caught him when I was around, just so I could keep an eye on things. So I just came out and told her, 'you can have him tonight. Now, if you want', and she turned three shades of red. But I told Roy to go sit beside her and console her in her embarrassment, and Roy was happy to oblige, and before you know it, they're groping and grabbing and tearing off their clothes."
I glanced at mom and rolled my eyes. She smiled.
"Now here's the funny part. You guys have seen Roy, right?"
We both nodded.
"And you noticed he's a little... big."
We nodded again. Big's not the word, I thought to myself, gigantic is more like it.
"So there they are on the couch," Lisa continued, "starting to do their stuff, and it won't fit! I mean, she's lying back ready, and Roy tries to go at it and he pushes hard and it won't fit, not even a little bit. Her cunny was just too small. So she gets all flustered and annoyed, and just gets up, puts on her clothes and leaves. Funny isn't it?"
Lisa continued, "Even I had some trouble with him in the beginning. When we first met I couldn't get it in either, so I went to the store and bought a cucumber and started working out with it, every day, sometimes two or three times a day. Then a week later I bought a little bit bigger cucumber, and the week after that an even bigger one. It took me a month of work, but I finally got my cunny big enough for Roy."
Mom looked at me and giggled. I glanced around, luckily there was no one sitting close to us. I could only imagine what they'd think if they overheard our conversation.
"Sally, do you have kids?" Lisa asked.
"Yes," mom nodded, "I have two...daughters."
"I was thinking," Lisa continued, "in that case you could probably take Roy. I mean, after having children you might be a little bit... more open down there."
Mom face turned red. She didn't respond.
Lisa was unstoppable. She continued, "Do you guys ever fool around with other people? I mean, not like last night, you were just fooling around with yourselves while we happened to be there. Do you ever trade or anything like that?"
Lisa asked the question with the same casual tone of voice as if she were asking if we knew what the weather forecast was.
Mom shook her head. "No, we haven't done that," she answered quietly.
"You should try it. If you really trust each other, I bet it would make your marriage better. And Lord knows, you guys could use a little loosening up."
"I'm not sure we're the type," mom said.
"It's all a state of mind," Lisa continued, "You 'gotta be in the right state of mind. Tom, if Sally wanted to fool around with another guy, would you let her?"
"Sure," I answered.
Mom scowled at me.
"Like, Sally, the way you dress, the way you wear your makeup..."
Mom looked at her.
"It's nice and all, but it's sort of... boring and old fashioned. I mean, with your great body, you should be showing it off. Tom would like that, wouldn't you, Tom?"
"Yeah, I'd like that. I'd like that a lot." I turned to mom and gave her a big grin. She looked back at me, a frown on her face.
"Tell you what," Lisa said to mom, "I brought my cosmetology bag with me. What about I give you a going-over tonight?"
"I think that's a great idea," I said, "I think Sally needs a good going-over."
Mom stared at me. If looks could kill, I would have been dead at that instant.
*****
Roy and I were sitting in our room while the women were next door, my mom getting her 'going-over' from Lisa. Despite his quiet demeanor, I discovered that Roy could, in fact, talk. Of the four boys in his family, Roy explained to me, he was the only one to graduate from high school.
"Even though it was Vo-Tech, not the real high school," he said.
When he'd graduated, he'd been hired by the county as a backhoe operator.
"It's really an O.K. job," he told me, "I get to work outdoors, and the pay and benefits are great."
I'd done a little weight training in my time, and it was obvious from his physique that he was serious about it.
"I belong to a club," he said when I asked him about it, "I go three times a week, no matter what," he said.
I don't know how the conversation got to it, but Roy confided in me the reason he'd started his bodybuilding.
"I have this...big thing, you know," he said, looking down at his crotch, "and in high school, the other guys would see me in the shower and they'd laugh at me like I was some kind of freak. They'd call me names like Mr. Pecker or Cock-a-Doodle. I was this skinny kid with a big dick. In eleventh grade, I started working out. I knew I couldn't change the size of my dick, but I did know I could do something to my body that would let me beat the shit out of the next little bastard who called me a name."
The door to our suite opened, interrupting our conversation. Lisa took a step inside. She was carrying what looked to me to be a big tackle box for fishing. I figured it must be her famous cosmetology kit.
"All done!" she announced, swinging her free arm back and pointing to the door as if making an introduction. There was a pause.
"Come on, it's O.K." Lisa whispered out the door.
"Holy shit!" I exclaimed as mom stepped into the room. I hardly recognized her.
Mom's blonde hair puffed out in curly waves from her head. Her bright red lips and the red rouge on her cheeks contrasted with the dark blue eye shadow Lisa had applied. Her eyelashes were shiny black and at least a half-inch long.
There was a thin red silky collar around mom's neck, and lower, a tight red tank top that left her stomach exposed. The top was made of some loosely woven material that allowed glimpses of skin through the open weave of the fabric. It was obvious she didn't have on a bra.
Lower, a red and white plaid skirt swelled out over her hips. The skirt would have been short on Lisa, and with mom being five or six inches taller, it left almost the full length of her thighs exposed. Black thigh-high stockings barely made it to the hem of the skirt.
The red shoes on her feet had heels at least four inches high, helping raise and tauten the muscles of her calves and thighs and accentuate the curve of her ass.
But the most dramatic part of Lisa's handiwork was the tattoo. What looked like the top of a butterfly wing was visible where mom's breasts began to curve out from her chest. The rest of the butterfly disappeared under her tank top.
I whistled and began clapping and Roy followed suit.
Mom stood there in front of us, blushing bright red and staring down at the floor.
"Show them your tattoos," Lisa said, nudging mom with her elbow.
"I couldn't," mom whispered.
"I said, show them your tattoos!" Lisa repeated, but this time it was more of a command.
Mom slowly reached toward the butterfly wing and hooked one finger under her tank top there. Slowly, she pulled the top down, exposing more of the butterfly and more and more of her full, round breast. The bottom of the tattoo actually extended a half-inch onto her aureole and she dutifully lowered the top to the very bottom of the tattoo. She looked down, and once she was sure she'd shown the entire tattoo to us, she quickly pulled her top back up.
"And now the other one," Lisa said.
Mom looked at her, a pained expression on her face, as if silently begging Lisa not to make her go through this. Lisa simply stared back at her. Mom hooked her thumb under the elastic waistband on one side of her skirt and slowly began pulling it down. After she'd lowered it about five inches, the red top of a rose appeared, then lower, the leaves of the rose, then even lower, the stem, extending down until we could see the beginning of her blonde pussy hair. Again, mom glanced down, and after verifying that we could see the whole tattoo, she let her skirt snap back to her waist.
"Very nice," I said.
Hoping to break the tension of the moment and maybe relieve some of mom's embarrassment, I looked at Lisa and asked, "How long do they last?"
"What?"
"The tattoos."
"About three weeks," Lisa answered, "it depends on how many times you shower or go swimming. Do you want one?" she asked me with her devilish smile.
"No, I'll pass this time," I answered.
"Sally chose these two herself, didn't you Sally?"
Mom nodded.
"So how does it make you feel, Sally... dressing like this?" Lisa asked.
Mom was still blushing.
There was a long pause, then mom whispered, "I think, sort of...slutty."
"And do you like feeling slutty, Sally?"
Mom didn't answer. Her blush deepened.
"I think maybe you do like it," Lisa continued, "I think maybe you do like standing in front of us dressed like a slut. I think you like to show off, don't you, Sally?"
Again, mom remained silent, staring at the floor.
"Let's see how much of a slut you really are, Sally. Give me your hand."
Mom slowly raised her arm. Lisa took mom's hand in both of hers, and I watched as Lisa put mom's hand against one of her breasts. I could see mom's arm instinctively try to pull back, but Lisa held it tight.
"Now," Lisa said, "I'm going to let go of your hand, but I want you to keep it against my breast. Understood?"
There was no reply.
"Understood?" Lisa repeated, louder this time.
Mom nodded.
Lisa released mom's hand.
"Now," Lisa continued, "I want you to slip your hand under my top and put it over my bare breast."
A small whimper came out of mom's mouth. She had a pained look on her face. But I watched as her hand slowly slide off Lisa's tank top, then reach up and underneath, until it disappeared under the top, her hand cupped over Lisa's breast.
I glanced at Roy. He stared at the women, seemingly as entranced as I was by what was going on.
"Now," Lisa said, "massage my breast with your hand."
I could see mom's hand begin to move under the fabric of Lisa's tank top.
I was utterly astonished as I watched the scene unfold in front of me. It was as if Lisa had some absolute control over mom. But I knew it was more than that... I knew mom was obeying Lisa's commands because she wanted to obey them. She needed to obey them.
Lisa had intuitively tapped into some inner, hidden need of mom's. Some dark secret that maybe mom herself perhaps wasn't fully aware of. And Lisa was exploiting it, maybe because it gave her a feeling of control, or maybe just because it gave her a little cheap thrill. I couldn't know.
But I decided it wasn't my right to intercede. No physical harm was being done, no one was in danger. Mom was a big girl, she could make her own decisions. She could stop it at any time. If this was what she wanted, if this was what she needed, so be it.
And I realized something else. Maybe I didn't really understand what was happening, or the reasons for it, but I did know one thing - it was tremendously arousing. My cock was rock hard, throbbing in my pants. Meanwhile, I watched in amazement.
"Now use your other hand, too," Lisa said.
Mom complied.
"Sally, look at the guys. What do you suppose they're thinking now as they watch you play with my breasts? Are they thinking about what a slut you are?"
Mom didn't answer. She glanced toward us, then back toward Lisa. Her face was still flushed as she continued to massage Lisa's breasts.
"You like it, don't you, slut?" Lisa said, a little edge in her voice, "You like being told what to do, don't you, slut?"
There was no answer.
"Don't you?" Lisa asked, louder this time.
I watched as mom slowly raised her head. She looked into Lisa's eyes and after a moment's pause, nodded her head.
"I thought so," Lisa said, "On the surface you act like some sophisticated lady, always behaving properly, always dressing perfectly, but underneath, you're just a slut whore who likes to be told what to do. Isn't that right, Sally?"
Again, mom nodded her head slowly.
"And you like to show off your body, don't you? You like to show off your body and think about how men are getting a hard-on looking at you. Isn't that right too, Sally?"
Mom turned her head away from Lisa. For a moment, I thought she was going to burst into tears. Then she turned her head back, and again, nodded slowly.
I noticed that Lisa had glanced at me as she'd asked the last couple of questions. Perhaps she was trying to gauge my reaction, to judge how far she could go before I'd object. I tried not to give her any facial clues. From now on, I'd decided, it was up to mom to choose when to put a stop to it all.
I glanced again at Roy. His mouth was open, as if he, too, couldn't believe what was going on in front of us.
"Sally," Lisa continued, "undo the button on my shorts."
Mom's hands reached down and undid it.
"Now, slut, take off my pants."
Mom didn't move.
"I said, take off my pants!" Lisa yelled.
Mom reached out and slowly pulled the shorts over hips and down her legs. Lisa wasn't wearing panties and she faced us, her plump ass and bald pussy fully exposed.
"Sally, put your hand on my pussy," Lisa commanded.
A small moan came out of mom's mouth. She hesitated for a moment, then slowly reached her hand out and cupped it over Lisa's cunt.
"Now, slut, I want you to make me wet. Play with my pussy."
We watched as mom's fingers played with Lisa, spreading her pussy lips, stroking her fingers up and down her slit.
"That feels so good, slut," Lisa said, "now put two fingers in my pussy. Push them in deep."
Mom did as she was told.
"Take your fingers out now, slut, and put them in your mouth. Let the boys see you suck my pussy juices off your fingers."
Mom's face turned even redder. She glanced momentarily at Roy and I sitting just five or six feet away, then slowly brought her hand up and put the two fingers in her mouth, her cheeks puffing in and out in a sucking motion.
Lisa stepped behind mom. She reached her arms around and put her hands on mom's breasts.
"Should we let the boys see your breasts now, Sally?"
There was a look of anguish on mom's face.
"Should we show them your breasts now?" she repeated, "Answer me!"
"Yes," mom whispered.
Lisa yanked the tank top up and off, allowing mom's full, round breasts to swing free. I could hear Roy moan softly. Lisa cupped her hands over mom's bare breasts, then began tugging and pulling at her nipples.
"You like that, don't you?" Lisa asked, "You like to have your nipples played with."
Lisa took mom's nipples between her fingers, and slowly pulled upward, higher and higher, until, distended and stretched out of shape, mom's breasts pointed toward the ceiling. Suddenly, Lisa released her hold, and mom's breasts flew down causing her to gasp loudly.
Again standing behind her, Lisa reached under mom's short skirt and slid her panties down her hips and off her legs. Mom stood there in her high heels, wearing only the skirt and thigh-high stockings. Lisa put her hands on mom's shoulders and turned her around until her back was to Roy and I.
"Bend over," Lisa told her, "give the boys a little show."
Mom hesitated, then slowly leaned forward. As she did, her short skirt rode up her legs, exposing the smooth white skin of her thighs above her stockings.
"Stay like that," Lisa told her.
Roy and I watched as Lisa slowly lifted the back of mom's skirt, exposing her ass, smooth and round and full and inviting. At the juncture of her thighs, the mounds of her pussy swelled out. Again, Roy let out a moan.
Lisa began caressing mom's ass, then with one hand on either side, she spread mom's asscheeks apart until her little asshole, brownish-pink and puckered, was visible.
"Now," Lisa said, "I think they want to see your cunny."
Lisa lowered the back of mom's skirt and turned her to face us.
"Roy," Lisa said, looking at her husband, "do you think Sally would like the little toys we bought on the way down here?"
Roy was still staring at mom, his mouth open. He looked momentarily confused by the question, then nodded.
Lisa knelt down at her cosmetology kit, her heavy ass pointed in our direction. She dug through the kit. I saw her opening a small jar, then more digging. After a moment, she stood up. I could see something in her hand. At first, it looked like a baby's pacifier, then I realized what it was.
When my wife and I were still together, we'd played with them once or twice. It was some kind of butt plug. I hadn't seen one in years. Lisa stood behind mom.
"Stand still," Lisa said, "Don't move."
I couldn't see exactly what was happening, but Lisa put her hand under the back of mom's skirt. Suddenly mom's body jolted forward.
"Oh, my God!" she screamed, "Oh, my God!"
Her face and chest turned bright red. Her entire body seemed to quiver slightly, causing her breasts to jiggle up and down. Mom stood there for a moment, then, seemingly unable to stand up any longer, pulled a chair from underneath the table and quickly sat down.
"Oh, my God!" she repeated. She covered her face with her hands. "Oh, my God!"
"How does it feel, Sally?" Lisa asked.
Mom looked up at her.
"I... I don't know. I've never..." a shiver interrupted her words, "I've never...had anything there... like this."
"You'll get used to it, honey," Lisa said, "and besides, I've already used it a couple of times, so the battery must be getting low."
And then I understood the cause of mom's violent reaction. It wasn't simply a butt plug, it was also a vibrator. I would have bet money that mom had never experienced a vibrator in her ass before, and the shock alone would have been enough to cause her reaction.
"Stand up," Lisa said.
Mom slowly stood.
"Show them your cunny,"
Mom didn't move.
"I said, show them your cunny. They want to see your pussy now. Raise your skirt and show it to them."
Mom looked at Lisa, a begging, anguished look on her face. Then mom stared down at the floor, avoiding our eyes. She reached down and slowly raised the front of her skirt until it reached her waist. Her legs were slightly spread, and I could see her light blonde hair, and the lips of her pussy and the valley in between.
Whether from the excitement of showing off her pussy, or from the effects of the vibrator deep in her ass, a deep shiver again went through mom's body as she faced us.
"I think Roy is getting excited watching you, Sally. I think we need to see just how excited he is."
"Tom," Lisa said, looking at me, "help us check out how excited he is. Undo Roy's belt for us."
I stared back at her like she was crazy.
"Just undo his goddamn belt!" Lisa shouted, loud enough to startle me.
My first thought was to tell her to go to hell, I had no interest whatsoever in opening another man's belt, but I didn't say anything. Maybe Lisa had some sort of spell on me too, I thought. Or maybe, as with mom, she'd tapped into some inner part of me I wasn't aware of. I could see the huge bulge in the front of Roy's pants. I remembered how mom had gasped the night before when she'd seen his huge cock. For an instant, I had a vivid image of Roy and my mother together, him between her legs, his huge cock pounding into her.
I felt like it was someone else, not me, who knelt in front of Roy, like I was watching a stranger in some sort of movie or a dream. The bulge in his pants clearly outlined his erection and extended the entire way up to his belt, as if his cock was trying to push its way out the top of his pants. I pulled the leather strap out of the clasp, then, with a tug, undid his belt completely.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Lisa and mom take a step closer.
Suddenly, I felt Lisa behind me. Kneeling down, she wrapped her arms around my waist and quickly undid my belt, then thrust her hands down my front, wrapping them tight around my cock. She put her mouth against my ear, so close I could feel her breath.
"You're just like your wife, aren't you?" she whispered, so softly that I could barely hear her, "You're just like Sally. You'll do anything I say, won't you?"
I angrily jerked my head away from hers, and simultaneously cried out in pain as I felt Lisa's sharp fingernails bite into the head of my cock.
I knew I was stronger than her. I knew I could throw my arms back and in one motion fling her away from me. But I didn't.
"You'll do whatever I say, won't you?" she whispered again.
Her fingers began to gently massage the head of my cock.
I looked up at mom, staring down at me. I felt Lisa's hands slowly gliding up and down the length of my erect cock. A small, uncontrollable whimper came out of my mouth. A second passed, then two seconds, then I felt my head giving a little, slow nod up and down.
"Yes," I whispered, "Yes."
"Good," Lisa said softly, "now his zipper."
I reached up and undid the little metal clasp at the top of his pants, then began pulling his zipper slowly down. As I did, the front of his pants spread open, and there, poking out from the top of his briefs, was at least three inches of his hard cock, its huge bulbous head pressed against his belly.
"Pull off his pants," Lisa whispered.
I hooked my fingers inside the top of his pants and briefs and slid them down. Roy raised himself off the couch, allowing me to slide them over his hips to his thighs. He kicked his pants off his legs. His cock, suddenly released from its bondage, sprung off his stomach and pointed toward the ceiling. It was at least eight or nine inches long, I thought, and must be two inches in diameter. Thick blue veins bulged out of its surface.
"Good," Lisa whispered, her hand still massaging my cock, "You want to touch it, don't you? You want to feel in your hand how heavy and big it is, don't you?"
Her hands continued to rub up and down against my cock.
I shook my head no, then felt her fingernails again biting deep into the head of my cock. I slowly reached up and put my thumb and forefinger on either side of Roy's massive member, barely touching it. A little shiver went through my body. Here I am, I thought to myself, twenty-seven years old, and this is the first time I'd ever touched another man.
I moved my thumb and finger over different parts of his cock, feeling the ridges and contours made by its thick veins. Then I took it in my fist. It felt hot against my hand, and so thick my fingers couldn't make it the entire way around. My fist moved slowly up the length of his cock, until it reached the head, which felt soft and smooth under my fingers.
I began to slowly move my fist up and down, in the natural motion that every man knows, but this time, I realized, for the first time in my life it wasn't my own cock I was jerking. Roy's legs were spread apart and his balls swayed with each stroke. I reached out and took his hairy sack in my other hand, massaging it, squeezing it softly to gauge the size and shape of his testicles.
I felt Lisa's hand leave my cock, and she moved until she was kneeling beside me. As I continued to stroke Roy, Lisa put her hand around his cock below mine. At the same time, I felt her other hand at the back of my head. She was pushing me forward, pushing my head closer and closer to Roy. Then in one motion, she tugged Roy's cock down until it was pointing directly at me, and simultaneously pushed my head forward until my mouth made contact with the fat head of Roy's cock.
Surprised by the sudden action, my head automatically tried to jolt back, but Lisa held it firmly in place with her hand. My mouth was closed, my teeth clenched tight together. She pushed the head of his cock tight against me, then began rubbing it roughly back and forth against my closed lips.
By simply turning my head, I thought to myself, I could escape her grasp. But I hadn't done that, and for an instant, I was confused, unsure of what was happening. Lisa continued to push my head forward. As she pushed his cock back and forth against my mouth, I gradually felt my teeth begin to unclench. My mouth opened slightly and Lisa guided the massive object between my lips, forcing my jaws to open wide. And then the huge head of his cock was fully in my mouth.
I ran my tongue over its surface, feeling its smooth, rubbery texture. Lisa had her hand on the top of my head now and began to gently push me back and forth with small little strokes, each stroke causing Roy's hard cock to slide back and forth in my wet mouth. With each forward stroke, I could feel the head of his cock making contact with the very back of my mouth, and I knew even then, only a small part of his huge cock was in my mouth.
As Lisa continued to guide my head back and forth, the saliva built up in my mouth until I felt it dribble out of the tight space between my lips and Roy's cock, making each stroke create a loud, wet slurping sound.
"Sally, come closer," Lisa said.
Mom knelt down beside Lisa.
"Put your hand around Roy's cock," Lisa said.
I could see mom's hand, only inches from my face, slowly grasp his cock, her fingers barely making it half way around its circumference.
"So what do you think, Sally," Lisa asked, "seeing your husband suck off my husband? Seeing your husband's mouth filled with Roy's fat prick. How does that make you feel?"
Mom's only answer was a small whimper. I could see her hand, lubricated with my saliva, slowly begin to stroke up and down. Roy let out a moan.
"Tell me, Sally," Lisa continued, "should I stop them now, or do you want to see Roy cum in your husband's mouth? Do you want to see his thick white cum spurting out of his cock into your husband's mouth? Or would you rather save his cum for yourself? I'm giving him to you tonight, Sally. I'm giving Roy to you. Should I let him continue fucking your husband's mouth, or do you want Roy's balls full and ready to burst with cum when he fucks you?"
I could hear mom's breathing coming a little faster. Again, a small whimper came out of her mouth.
"Tell me!" Lisa commanded.
In the tiniest of whispers, mom said, "Stop them."
"Why?" Lisa asked, "Why should I stop them?"
There was a pause. Then mom answered, again in a low whisper, "I... I want him... for myself. I want...your husband for myself tonight."
"Are you ready now, Sally? Are you ready for my husband to fuck you?"
Again, there was a pause, then out of the corner of my eye, I could see my mother slowly nod her head up and down.
Lisa put her hand against my forehead and pushed my head back, causing Roy's cock to slip out of my mouth with a plopping sound. A long, thin string of my saliva dangled from its tip.
I looked at my mother kneeling on the floor, her heavy breasts quivering occasionally as the vibrator caused another shiver to run through her body. Her cheeks were flushed, and her chest moved up and down with each heavy breath she took.
Lisa took mom's hand and led her to foot of the bed.
"Tom, Roy, come here," she said.
I was a bizarre scene, I thought to myself, the four of us standing at the foot of the bed. Lisa, still wearing her tight tank top, but naked below the waist. Mom, standing there, her breasts bare, wearing only black stockings and a short skirt that barely covered her thighs, her body shaking as the vibrator in her ass sent spasms through her body. Roy, still wearing his sports shirt, his massive, hard cock sticking straight out at the bottom of the shirt. And me, still fully clothed, my cock as hard as a rock.
Lisa was the leader, the tour guide, the controller. As the four of us stood there, she began to give directions, her voice soft and low, looking back and forth between us.
"Sally," she said, "get on the bed."
Mom crawled on the bed. Lisa had her lay on her back. She doubled up a pillow and put it under mom's head.
"Raise up your hips," Lisa said. She slid the other pillow under mom's ass, raising her pelvis off the bed.
"Do you know what happens now, Sally?"
Mom looked up at her.
"Spread your legs, Sally," Lisa commanded.
Mom slowly spread her legs, causing her skirt to ride high up on her thighs. Her breath was coming shorter and deeper.
"I'm going to raise your skirt now, Sally. So that we can all see your pussy. Do you want us to look at your pussy, Sally?"
A sound, half moan and half whimper, came out of mom's mouth.
"Do you want us to look at your pussy?" Lisa repeated.
Another visible shiver went through mom's body.
"Yes," she whispered.
Lisa reached down and raised mom's skirt to her waist. Her pussy lips were red and swollen, glistening wet with her juices. Lower, I could see the end of the vibrator protruding from her ass.
Lisa motioned toward Roy, and he got on the bed, kneeling between mom's legs, his cock protruding out in front of him obscenely.
"He's going to fuck you now," Lisa said, "Roy's going to put his big cock in your cunt and fuck you. Is that what you want, Sally?"
Mom's eyes had a vacant, glazed look to them. She turned her head toward Lisa.
"Yes," she answered softly."
"Take off your shirt, Roy," she said, "Tom, you should be naked, too."
As I began undressing, Lisa pulled her tank top off, allowing her big floppy tits to spring out. Roy unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off.
Lisa put her hand around Roy's erection and guided it downward until its fat head brushed lightly against mom's open pussy lips, its thick head seeming all out of proportion compared to mom's petite pussy.
Holding Roy's cock tightly in her hand, Lisa slid the tip of it up and down mom's slit, pausing at the top to make little circles with it around her clitoris.
"Oh, my god! Oh, my God!" mom moaned softly.
I could hear mom's breathing coming faster, her breasts waving from side to side as she gulped for air. Her face and chest flushed red and I realized she was cumming, before Roy even entered her, an orgasm triggered, I suspected, from the combined effects of the friction against her cuntlips and the vibrator, still buried in her ass.
From the back of her throat, a long, low moan began. Suddenly, her entire body began to tremble.
"Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, shit!" she screamed out.
Her pelvis made little up and down bucking motions against the head of Roy's cock.
She let out another long, low moan, and then it was over. Mom put her arm over her forehead. Her breathing was still labored and fast. There was a long pause as she regained her composure.
She removed her arm from her forehead and looked at Roy and Lisa.
"I want it now," she whispered, "I want him in me now."
Still holding Roy's cock, Lisa used her other hand to spread mom's pussy lips, then guided the head of Roy's cock to the opening. Lisa used her hand to slowly push his cock against mom's cunt. Acting like a wedge, its fat head slowly parted mom's pussy lips, forcing itself into her hole.