That was true. She was a stacked, fit babe and her little black dress didn’t hide much. The men in the club were itching for a shot at her. “I’m sorry, Mom,” I sighed. “It’s kind of confusing being your date.”
“I know, honey,” she cooed and quickly kissed me. “But try to relax and go with the flow, okay? I promise you’ll enjoy yourself.”
“I’ll try.”
“Good. And I promise not to flirt with any other men, alright? The first one was your fault, but I should’ve sent the second one away immediately. Forgive me?”
I nodded and smiled. “Forgiven.”
To change the topic of conversation, Mom taught me another dance step to go along with the current song.
At 1am, Jessica and Brad found us. “I’m all danced out,” Jessica announced.
“My feet are tired too,” I admitted. It had been a long day. “Ready to leave, Amy?”
Mom pouted. “I could dance all night with my hubby.”
“We’ll come back another night,” I promised.
Mom reluctantly left with us. The cool breeze blowing off the ocean was refreshing. “Jess, did you see what a good dancer Gary is?” Mom asked.
“I saw,” Jess agreed. “It looked like you were giving him lessons.”
“He’s a beginner,” Mom admitted, “but he’s light on his feet and a quick learner.”
“Brad has two left feet,” Jess giggled, “but it’s so much fun dancing with this big guy anyway. What he lacks in grace he makes up for in enthusiasm.”
“Hey,” Brad complained. “That’s not true. I’m practically Fred Astaire.”
The rest of us laughed. “I’m glad you think so, honey,” Jessica kidded him.
We went back to the hotel. In bed and with the lights out, Mom and I laid on our sides with our backs to Jessica and Brad. We expected a repeat of last night and we weren’t disappointed. We heard them kissing for a few minutes, then the bed began creaking. Brad huffed and finally Jess started making her funny “eep, eep, eep” noises. We couldn’t help laughing.
“Oh, please don’t laugh,” Jessica gasped. “It’s embarrassing! Stop for a minute please, Brad. Brad, stop!” There was a pause and Jess addressed us, “Amy and Gary, look at me, please.” We turned to face her. “It makes me really self-conscious when Brad and I do it and you don’t. This vacation will be a lot more fun for all of us if you get over your inhibitions and do it too. I mean, you’re married. You have nothing to be shy about. So please stop listening to us and do it yourselves. Please?”
“We’re sorry, Jess,” Mom answered. “We didn’t mean to be rude, but we … well, we’ve never done it with anyone else in the room.”
“Us neither,” Jess giggled. “But it’s kind of sexy, isn’t it?”
Mom giggled too. “It is. Y’all made me horny last night.”
“Good. So will you do it too?” Jess asked.
“I’m game,” Mom stunned me by answering, “and I’m sure I can get Gary interested.” Both girls laughed. Mom pulled off her panties and made a show of tossing them across the room onto our suitcase. She grabbed my boxers but I held on and didn’t let her pull them down. “Play along, Gary,” she whispered almost silently in my ear. “It will be okay, I promise. We can’t ruin their vacation by embarrassing them.”
She had a point. I felt bad for making Jessica self-conscious. But what about me? It was going to be damned embarrassing to be naked in bed with Mom. I glanced at the other bed and saw Jessica and Brad watching us. I sighed and let go of my boxers. Mom grinned, kissed me on the cheek, and pulled them off me. I was nude in bed with my mom.
Mom gently eased me onto my back and crawled on top of me. I was frozen with shock and even trembling a little. This was nuts! Mom laid the length of her body on mine and I felt the warmth of her. It wasn’t full skin-to-skin contact because of the t-shirt she still had on, but it was enough to make my brain seize up. Mom turned to them and said, “Okay y’all, this is intimidating enough without you watching. Go back to what you were doing.”
“Oh darn, I wanted to watch,” Jessica joked and giggled. “Come on, Brad. Fuck me, big guy.”
“They’ll notice if we don’t do anything,” Mom whispered in my ear. “Let me handle it, okay? Follow my lead.” Without waiting for a response, she propped herself up on her arms and slid her pussy lips along the underside of my cock.
Yes, I was hard. The situation was freaky but damn sexy too. Brad was banging Jess a few feet away and Mom’s smoking hot body was all over me. I couldn’t help getting excited. Mom seemed to expect and accept it. Mom bit her lower lip and rubbed back and forth, back and forth, simulating like she was riding my cock. “Mmm,” she moaned.
Mom sat up straighter, taking her weight off her hands. The bedsheet still covered us down below so it looked like she was bouncing up and down on me. “God,” she groaned. Her hands went to her own tits and groped them through the thin t-shirt. “Ah!” she gasped. She was a heck of an actress. It looked like she was really getting off on this.
I mostly just laid there, stunned, but I couldn’t resist rocking up in time with her bounces. She smiled to encourage me. Her pussy was only rubbing the side of my cock, so there was no danger of it going in, but it still felt good to me. We worked into a good rhythm.
Mom suddenly pulled her t-shirt off over her head so she could directly pinch and roll her nipples. Her perfectly rounded, unnaturally firm boobs bounced naked in front of me for the first time. My eyes bugged out of course. Mom noticed and giggled. She grasped my hands and put them on her tits. My natural reaction was to pull them away, but Mom kept her hands on mine and wouldn’t let me. Her hands manipulated mine into squeezing and rubbing her tits.
Mom stopped her bouncing motion and intensely rubbed her puss and clit on my rod. The fast jittery motion quickly got her off. Her head snapped back and she gasped, “Oh!” Her body spasmed and her hot pussy lips were suddenly wetter. She froze for a moment, then slumped on me. “That was a good one,” she laughed while little tremors continued to roll through her.
Holy fuck! My mom just orgasmed on me! I couldn’t believe it. But what came next was even crazier.
She looked me in the eyes and bit her bottom lip again. Coming to a decision, she told me, “But you didn’t cum yet, honey.” She rolled us over so I was on top of my naked mom. Gorgeous naked mom. “Pretend you’re fucking me, like I did,” she whispered in my ear. When I hesitated, she said out loud, “Don’t be bashful. Show Brad how it’s done.”
I didn’t know if Brad and Jessica were watching us and I was too embarrassed to look. I heard the noises of them rutting away, so maybe not. But if I didn’t fake this now, what kind of wimp would they think I was? They already saw me let an asshole paw my “wife” on the dance floor that night. Mom looked challengingly at me and wrapped her long legs around my hips. “Do it, honey,” she urged. “Fuck me good.”
In a daze, I began to saw my rigid cock up and down Mom’s puss lips. “Oh, yeah. It’s so long,” Mom moaned, putting on a good show.
It was half exciting and half mortifying. The hot babe squirming under me was my mom, damn it! “Faster, baby,” she urged. “Harder.”