Mom's Bikini

Mom's Blue Bikini

It's Friday and our family is heading out to our private cabin for two weeks. I just turned eighteen, five days before graduating from high school. Mom and dad want me to find a summer job but they said I can worry about that after our holiday.

They know I've worked hard to get the grades I needed and they're thrilled that I'm already accepted at my chosen college: I got accepted to the Business Administration, accounting program, but long-term, I want to be a psychology counsellor like my mother. She's actually a sex counsellor. She also counsels people about their marriages but mainly she counsels people about their sex lives.

We arrive at the cabin but are famished from the trip. We don't have any groceries at the cabin yet but there's a store about twenty miles from the cabin. Dad and my two younger siblings, Myrna and Jake, are about to head out to the nearest store to buy some groceries while mom and I kick back and relax.

"You two take it easy," says dad. "We'll buy the groceries. After that hell ride, with the kids screaming and fussing, you two probably need a rest from the kids. Joel, you should stay here and help your mother. Maybe you can cut some firewood while I'm gone, but be careful with the axe. It's ultra sharp. I just sharpened it."

"Go on, hun. We'll be fine. See you soon," says mom.

Mom walks around in the cabin dusting while I sit back and turn on the old-fashioned TV, trying to get at least one channel working but there's too poor of a signal. I shut off the TV and resolve to lounging.

"So, any hot girls in your life, son?" asks mom, trying to pry into my business in her usual motherly way.

"Nope, just you mom," I say, trying to tease her and flatter her at the same time. It's true, though, my mom is very hot for a lady her age. I hate to admit it but she's given me more than a few erections. Some of the outfits she wears are so hot that I have to go to the bathroom to jerk off. It's pathetic: she's my mother. What can I say? I'm eighteen and full of cum and testosterone. Mom loves to tease me about girls. Most moms will tease their sons about girls but since mom talks about sex for a living, she always wants to know all the details, such as which actresses I want to fuck most or which one of her friends has the best tits. The last time we had one of those talks, she told me that one of her clients confessed that they had an addiction to girl-girl-girl threesomes while their husband was at work. I just about exploded in my jeans. She told meeverything.

"You know, Joel, I think you're selling yourself short, my friend. You're a good-looking guy. You just don't think you are. OK, so you got dumped by Melanie. So what! She was about as tight as a keyhole. I don't think that girl has even heard the word sex before. You need a girl who will give you a good release, you know. A girl who will allow you to experience life a little, maybe put out a little bit."

I can't believe my mother is trying to talk to me about sex again. I get so annoyed when she does this. Sometimes, she'll even ask me what I fantasize about. It's too awkward. No eighteen-year-old male should have to tell his mom what he jerks off to.

"Put out? Mom! I can't believe your telling me this. Most moms are telling their sons to keep it in their pants and here you are telling me to get laid," I say, annoyed.

"OK, you can't tell me that you don't need to get laid. When's the last time you had a release. Tell me, I want to know," she says in her counsellor voice.

"It was last night," I confess reluctantly.

"Last night? That's good. That's recent. That's healthy. Let's start with that. What made you want that release? If we can discover what turns you on, we can discover what sort of girl you need to look for."

"I really shouldn't say, mom. It's just wrong. It's too embarrassing. I would die if I told you. You would die if I told you. It's just...No! I can't tell you," I say, locking up emotionally."

"Oh, sure you can, honey. People talk to me about this sort of thing all of the time. You can trust me, sweetie. Tell me what it was."

"You don't want to know. Trust me!" I yell.

Mom just frowns at me and keeps dusting. I can tell that we're going to have an argument if I don't comply so I decide to tell her.

"Ok, if you really want to know. But I can tell you right now that you're going to regret asking me," I say.

Mom sits down on our old paisley loveseat, all ears, waiting to hear what sort of mental images I jerked off to last night.

"You. Last night, I jerked off to you. There, happy now!" I say defiantly.

"Me? You jerked off to me? No, really, what did you jerk off to last night? What sort of sexy thoughts were you having?" asks mom, ignoring the truth of my statements.

"I told you already. It was you. You were wearing your tight, faded blue jeans and your white bodysuit top. You bent over to pick something up and I saw the folds of your pussy through your jeans. It was so hot I couldn't take it. I went to the bathroom and jerked myself off. Happy now?"

"Uh, sort of. You're serious? You're totally serious about this. You jerked off to me last night?"

"Yes!" I yell, "Yes! Yes! Yes! I jerked off to you last night, OK?"

Mom goes silent for a moment. She wiggles her bottom lip side to side as she ponders what I have told her.

"You know, Joel, it's not abnormal to find a woman sexy. I mean, I know I'm your mother but I'm still a woman and I can still be sexually attractive, to any male. Don't feel bad about it. It's normal to have those types of thoughts. I don't think you're a freak for having them, not at all."

"It's not just last night, though, mom," I admit, allowing her to counsel me. "It'severy night. You're thin, totally fit, totally sexy, and you totally turn me on. You're wise, educated, sophisticated, exceptionally good-looking, and everyone adores your lovable personality. What's not to like about you, mom?" I say, spilling my guts to her.

"Wow. Joel, I had no idea you felt that way about me. I'm flattered. I am really, really, flattered. It's hot out, isn't it? I'm going to put my bathing suit on so that I can tan later," says mom while walking to the master bedroom to change.

I sit on our old, black leather lazy-boy chair, staring out the window, ashamed. I can't believe that I just told my mom that I jerk off to her and that I think she's hot.

Mom comes back from the bedroom a few moments later wearing a baby-blue bikini. My eyes take her in. Once again, she's stunning. Once again, I'm getting turned-on by my own mother.

I stand up from the chair. "Mom, you don't hate me for saying that stuff, do you?" I ask, hoping with every part of my being that she's alright with it.

"No sweetheart, I don't hate you for saying that at all. You're young and figuring things out. It's normal. I still think you need a girlfriend, though, and soon! Jeez! You're starting to want to fuck your mother. All of that testosterone needs to be released. You're going crazy on me, I think, jerking off to your old mother. We've got to do something about this, and fast!" says mom sincerely. "Come over here and let me give you a hug. Look at you, you poor thing."

I walk over and begin to hug mom. As I hug her, I can feel her breasts squish against my chest. Her nipples are poking out of her bikini as she is cold in the house and I can feel them pointing right into me, sensually and erotically. I begin to get an amazing hard-on as we hug. I keep holding on, wanting to feel mom's breasts just a little longer. My hard-on keeps growing and mom feels my bulge brush against her groin. She looks down at the massive tent in my jeans.

"Oh! Goodness! Look at you! You're hard as a steel pipe right now," says mom, her cheeks flushing as she gets embarrassed for me.

I go to release the hug but mom holds me in with her right arm while reaching down and touching my erection through my jeans with her other hand. Mom begins to rub gently up and down my jeans, feeling my hard, erect cock.

"Well, maybe you need a release right now. I mean, if you're this hard and all we did was hug," says mom, continuing to stroke my cock.

I don't know what to say so I just stand there and let mom stroke my cock through my jeans. She continues stroking my dick harder and harder until she pushes her bikini-covered pussy closer to my erect cock. I can feel the softness of her cunt through her bikini bottom and I revel in the feeling, enjoying it.

Mom grinds my cock into her pussy repeatedly, causing me to become more and more aroused. "Undo my bikini top," she whispers into my left ear. I reach around her back and untie her bikini top. She pulls it off and returns to her previous position, her body hugged against mine while she strokes my cock and grinds it into her pussy. I stare down at her naked breasts, her nipples protruding erectly into my chest. I can feel her through my shirt and notice that my cock is getting very, very hard.

Mom undoes my pants and slides them to the floor. She then pulls my boxer shorts down, carefully stretching them over my enlarged cock. She returns to hugging me and strokes my naked cock lovingly and tenderly with her soft left hand.

Mom strokes me gently, teasing me with only gentle touching. She kneels down and places my engorged cock head into her mouth. It feels warm and smooth yet soft and wet all at the same time. She begins sucking me in and out of her mouth and I get the most wonderful sensation in my balls.

She circles the head of my cock with her tongue and begins flicking her tongue erratically beneath the mushroom-shaped head of my hard dick. The feeling in my balls increases: a hot, tingly, erotic, power-surge feeling.

Mom sucks my balls up into her mouth one at a time. The feeling in my balls gets very intense and my cock hardens. I reach down and begin to fondle her breasts, which feel soft and tender, much softer than I imagined boobs would be. Her nipples have a firmer, more coarse texture than the rest of her breasts and I enjoy touching them and fondling them as she continues to suck my large cock.

She begins to moan and I can tell she is enjoying this as much as I am. I find that I don't feel weird about getting it on with my mother. In this moment, she feels to me as a girlfriend would but as a girlfriend would feel if I had fallen in love with her.

Mom stands and removes her bikini bottoms. I stare lustfully at her naked vagina, my cock throbbing and begging for it, wanting to fill it and enjoy it with pure abandon. She places my cock before her vagina and I feel that she is wet. I can feel the lips of her vagina sliding open as they splay over the girth of my hard shaft, slicking it up with her lubrication. My friends often told me that pussies get wet but I had no idea what that meant until now.

The feeling in my balls continues to get more and more intense, so much so that I begin breathing very deeply. Mom lies down on the couch and I walk closer to her, her legs spread, as she lay, cock-hungry and needy on her back. I stare for a moment at her naked vagina. It's so beautiful and neat in arrangement. Her folds open slightly as her legs spread. I kneel down and begin to fondle her pussy, discovering its unique shape and texture with the pads of my fingers.

I place one finger inside of her and she moans. Inside her vagina, I feel ridges and bumps but also smooth contours. My fingers slide easily into her wet pussy and I place at first one, then two, then three fingers into her at once. She moans and groans and I can't believe how sexy she sounds when she does so.

"Fuck me!" she says in a soft and sexy whisper. "You need to. You need it. Weneed to. We need it. Fuck me!"

I climb onto the sofa and place my erect penis at the opening of her vagina. I stare her in the eyes, knowing full well the immoral implications of going any further. She nods, pleading with me silently to enter her as though speaking would be too eager of a submission to our dirty deed.

I enter her vagina slowly, soaking up the feeling in my balls and shaft. She pushes herself forward slightly, taking in more of me than I was at first going to put in her. I slide in all the way to my balls and feel them press against her naked ass. I begin to thrust up into her rhythmically, enjoying her sweet femininity.

I begin to kiss her smooth-skinned neck, tasting its sweet and salty goodness before kissing her full on the lips. She begins to French kiss me passionately as I thrust up into her again and again, enjoying her purely and making love to her without guilt or shame, allowing nothing to interfere with my lust for her.

She moans as I thrust up into her shaved pussy, her breasts tickling me as I seesaw my chest up and down onto hers. She grips me around my back with her arms and orgasms on my cock, her pussy embracing it with pressure and squeezing it with passion.

I fuck her harder as her orgasm peaks, forcing her to enjoy the full length of my love rod. She kisses my neck with succulent kisses, sending my balls into an overflow of sensation. I feel my rod stiffen and powerful contractions shake my body. I begin pumping my semen into her vagina, into her cock-filled pussy, allowing it to flow freely out of me and up into her. She moans and moans then screams: "Oh fuck yeah! Fuck yeah! Give me that fucking load. Holy Shit! Fuck yeah! Oh God yeah! Fill my pussy! Fill it with your hot cum!"

I keep thrusting up into her, hard, long after my ejaculation. I slow my thrusts as the tingling sensation subsides throughout my body. I notice that I have filled her full with semen and begin to withdraw my erect penis. I can feel my hot seed within her, sliding on my skin and tickling my shaft. I slowly ease out of her completely and stand up. I offer her my hand and help her stand up. Mom grabs the tissue box by the sofa and cleans herself. She cleans my cock with a few tissues before she finds her bikini top and bottom on the floor and puts it back on.

"I'll bet that feels a lot better now, hey?" asks mom.

"Yeah, it does. It feels a lot better now. Thanks mom," I say, still staring at her naked body.

"And its good experience for you, too. I mean, if you find a girl anytime soon, then you'll have had some good practice, right?" says mom.

"Right. I won't be as nervous because I'm not a virgin anymore," I say to mom, laughing.

"That's true. Don't you dare tell your girlfriends that you lost your virginity to yourmom, Joel. Please, please don't do that."

"I won't, mom. Our secret's safe with me."

I quickly dress again, and just in time, too, as dad arrives with the kids and they open the door. Mom helps them with the groceries and I head off to the bathroom.

Myrna and Jake come in and enter the living room. Myrna sits on the couch before standing up again, shocked. "Mom! There's something sticky on the couch! It's kinda white and sticky," cries Myrna.

"Oh, don't worry about it, dear, I'll clean it up. Why don't you kids go and play outside until dinner is ready," hollers mom at the kids. Jake and Myrna head outside and I come out of the bathroom.

Mom and I look out the window to see if dad is outside and we notice that he is busy fixing a broken fence post that must have broken during the winter.

Mom grabs a wet sponge from the sink, walks over to the couch, and quickly wipes my semen off the fabric. "There! All clean," says moms.

"Dad was telling me that he wants to take the kids fishing in the morning. I was wondering if you wanted to help me with some things around the cabin? You know, have some mother-son time."

My cock begins to stiffen again. "That would be great, mom. By mother-son time do you mean clean the stove and organize the kitchen time or my cock in your pussy time?"

"The second one," says mom with a smile. "With that much jizz coming out of you, it's going to be hard to do anything but ride your big cock over the next two weeks. Let's see how busy we can keep dad and the kids, OK?"

"So, you don't think this is wrong or anything?" I ask curiously. "Not even a little bit?"

"Not even a little bit. It's natural. It's nature. It's not what society says is right, but I've studied a lot about incest and I don't think it's perverted at all. I'm not going to tell your father or anything, and you better not either, but I don't see anything wrong with it, do you, Joel?"

"No. I see it as perfectly acceptable. As long as you're alright with it, I'm alright with it."

"I'm more than alright with it," says mom. "Oh! I forgot to tell you, I have some friends coming to the cabin tonight."

"Your friends?" I ask, surprised at mom's comment.

"Yes, my friends from the fitness club. In fact, I've invited them over to the cabin. They should be here at six o'clock. Dad will be out with the kids at the mini-golf course. They should be gone all night. So it's just you and me, babe, and three of my girlfriends. And promise me you won't tell dad. He's a good man. He would be crushed if he ever found out. Not only that but he'd probably kill us both."

"I promise. Dad must never know about this, mom. You have to promise me that you won't say a word either," I say, adjusting my dissipating hard-on in my jeans.

"Don't worry. There's no way I'm telling your father that we made love or that I have feelings for you," states mom with complete assurance.

"You have feelings for me?" I ask, shocked but inwardly rejoicing at the unveiling of her heart.

"Well, don't you have feelings for me, son?" she asks, "Isn't that what this was? I thought we were expressing our love for one another, didn't you? Or were you just fucking me because you're young and horny and your sex drive is out of control?"

"No. I wasn't just fucking you," I say, quick to comfort her. "I have had these

feelings for you for a long time. Not just sexual feelings but loving feelings, like the way dad loves you. I love you like that," I admit, trusting her with my deepest, darkest secret.

Mom and I notice dad walking outside in front of the living room window. Mom

waves me over to the kitchen so that we are out of view, grabs me around the waist, and stares me in the eyes.

"I have been ashamed of my feelings for so long, Joel. This has not been an easy

journey for us. I wasn't just turned on when I saw your erection earlier. I have been in love with you for a while now. I have been dying to make love to you but I didn't know if you felt the same way. When you had an erection for me, I had to act. I'm sorry if it offends you but I am in love with you, Joel," says mom softly as small tears form in her eyes.

"There's nothing to be sorry about. I know that you love dad and that will

probably never change but I have fallen for you, bad. The truth is, I don't fantasize about you because I'm too horny, I fantasize about you because I'm madly in love with you," I say, staring into her crying eyes. Mom sighs and pulls me hard into her body, holding my buttocks with both hands. I begin French kissing her: not as an incestuous mother but as a lady in her own right; and not as a lustful son, but as one in love.