MONDAY
When I woke I was spooned against Mom’s back. We were still on our sides, but I must have snuggled up to her in the night. My arm was draped over her stomach, so I lifted it in embarrassment. Mom grabbed it and put it back around her. “Don’t move,” she twisted her head to me and whispered. “It’s comforting to be with you like this. Did you sleep well?”
“I slept great,” I whispered. And I did. I slept through the night like a log.
Mom smiled. “Me too.”
Brad and Jessica got up and went into the bathroom to shower together. Mom rolled over to face me. “This is a lot less awkward than I thought it would be,” Mom said softly. “I like cuddling with my boy.”
“I like it too,” I confided. I struggled to keep my morning hard-on from pressing against Mom’s perfect ass.
When Brad and Jessica were done in the bathroom, Mom told me to use it next. I shat, showered, shaved and put on my red swim trunks.
Mom used the bathroom last, and came out wearing a new bikini. “What do you think?” she asked and wagged her hips in a saucy way at me.
“Jesus, Amy! That’s hot!” I exclaimed. Small triangles held her round fake tits and the bikini bottom was cut very low. She turned around and I saw that the back only covered a fraction of her tight little butt.
“It is hot,” Jessica agreed.
Brad put his eyes back in his head and rolled his tongue back into his mouth. “Yeah. It’s hot,” he simply said.
Both girls giggled and Mom hugged me. The beach was full of pretty college girls, but in that bikini Mom attracted a ton of attention. Guys eyed her with lust as she sauntered around until we found an empty patch of sand for our blankets.
A big group of college kids were having a splash battle in the ocean. The four of us quickly joined in.
The splash battle intensified when Jessica and another girl jumped on Brad and pushed him underwater. He came up sputtering and everyone laughed. In retaliation, several guys tackled their girlfriends and dunked them.
I advanced on Mom and she looked worried, but still smiling. “Gary, don’t,” she begged and laughed as she tried to back away. I jumped, cleanly knocked her off her feet and dunked her with a big splash.
I helped her back to her feet and kept my hands on her waist to steady her. She pushed her wet hair out of her face. “Sorry,” I apologized. “I couldn’t resist.”
“It’s okay. This is fun,” she replied with a smile. She leaned against me to whisper in my ear, “I’m glad you’re here, Gary. I couldn’t relax and enjoy myself with anyone but you.”
“I’m glad too,” I replied. I tried not to perv out on the feel of her soft tits compressed against my bare chest, or the sight of water dripping down her face. There’s just something about a soaking wet girl that revs my engine.
The splash battle wound down and the others were headed for the beach. I let go of Mom and we followed.
We spent most of that day doing the usual beach stuff. Sunning, reading, trying to ride the little waves, throwing a frisbee, taking walks. Mom played and had as much fun as any of the young college kids. She really did fit in with them. It made me proud of her.
The girls wanted to get dressed up that night. Brad and I just wore khakis and polo shirts, but we learned the girls shopped together before the trip. They had matching little black dresses. They were sleeveless and the neckline dropped low, displaying the perfect cleavage between Mom’s fake tits. The dresses were tight and short too, ending only a few inches down their thighs. Very sexy. I whistled. “Wow. You ladies are gorgeous,” I complimented.
“Yeah babes, you look great,” Brad agreed. Jessica gave him a kiss, so Mom smirked at me and planted one on my lips too. I didn’t flinch or anything. She’s a good kisser.
Mom happily took my arm and we went to a nice restaurant for dinner. We went to a nightclub after.
The club was an upscale one. They played “American standards” music, like Sinatra, and it was all slow-dancing. Brad and Jessica went right on the floor to dance, but I wasn’t confident in my ability so I didn’t ask Mom. She kept looking at me, expecting me to ask her, but I just watched the others.
A big heavy guy who looked like an offensive lineman came right up to Mom and said, “Come on, babe. Let’s dance.” He took her hand and pulled her toward the dance floor. She looked back at me but I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to stop her from dancing and having a good time if she wanted to.
The guy drew her into his arms and danced them into the crowd. I tried to keep an eye on her but the other dancers got in the way. Two, then three songs passed and Mom didn’t return. I started to get mad. Mad at myself for not asking her to dance and at her for leaving me here alone and dancing with that guy.
Mom came back into view and I saw that the asshole had a big hand on her ass. I rushed out to her. “That’s enough,” I told the guy.
He sneered at me. “Beat it, wimp. The girl is with me.”
“If you don’t take your hands off my wife, I’m going to break your fucking nose,” I threatened.
The asshole looked like he wouldn’t mind a fight, but Mom told him, “Thank you for the dances, Frank, but my husband will take over now.” To his credit he backed away without a fight.
Mom had a little smirk on her lips that annoyed me. I gathered her in my arms and danced with her. She leaned in, pressing the full length of her curvy body against mine, and whispered in my ear, “What took you so long?”
“What?” I asked, confused and still mad.
“What took you so long to get me away from that guy? I’m your wife this week, honey. You shouldn’t let other men dance with me.”
I stared in her eyes, but couldn’t figure out if she was teasing me. “I thought you wanted to dance with him.”
She shrugged but her eyes sparkled merrily. She was enjoying this but I had no idea what was going on. “I wanted to dance with you, but he asked and you didn’t,” she explained. “And you know how much I like to dance. You shouldn’t have let me go with him.”
“I shouldn’t?”
She shook her head. “I’m your wife. You need to assert yourself. He had his hands all over me.” She was still smirking.
“I know,” I groused. “I can’t believe you let him do that.”
“I expected you to stop him,” she replied innocently. “You’re my big strong husband. You’re supposed to protect me.”
I blushed, ashamed by my inaction. “Sorry,” I apologized.
She giggled and nipped my earlobe with her teeth. “It’s okay. I think you learned your lesson.”
We stayed at the nightclub for hours. The music wasn’t my favorite, but I have to admit that slow dancing was a hell of a lot of fun after Mom taught me some basic steps. Mom stayed in my arms the rest of the night, mostly swaying on the dance floor but also with my arm around her while at our table.
I used the restroom once, and damned if some guy wasn’t chatting up Mom when I got back. I possessively put my arm around her waist and glared at the guy. Mom kissed my cheek and told him, “This is my husband and we’re going to dance again.”
Out on the dancefloor I complained, “What the hell, Mom? I’m gone for a minute and you’re flirting with some guy again.”
She gave me that smirk. “I wanted to see what you’d do, and you passed with flying colors, darling.” She kissed me gently. “Don’t worry, I wasn’t going to dance with him.”
“It didn’t look that way to me.” Seeing her flirting with men really pissed me off. She was married and my mom!
“Don’t sulk, Gary,” she chastised. “If you’re going to act like a petulant little boy then you should go back to the hotel and I’ll find a real man to dance with. It would be easy. Half the men in here are eying me like a piece of meat.”