Considering what we’d been doing, I felt justified in giving my Mom’s naked body a good long look while she turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature. Her fake tits drew the eyes, but damned if her natural perky ass wasn’t her best feature. It was round and firm like an idealized sculpture. Mom saw me looking and asked, “Does it look good?” She gave her ass a little shake.
“Looks great,” I assured her. “You’re in amazing shape.”
“All because of you getting me into working out, babe,” she replied. She took my hand and pulled me into the shower with her. “Might as well do this together,” she reasoned. “It’s too late to be shy about anything now.”
I wasn’t going to complain. Water running down the sleek curves of her body was mesmerizing, and my cock swelled immediately. Mom gave me a wash cloth and instructed me to wash her while she washed me. We took turns doing our backs, and I didn’t even linger very long on her butt. I’ll admit her tits and pussy got extra attention, but they deserved it. Mom only washed my cock for a few seconds, which was terribly disappointing. It was straining hard. Instead of sexy play, Mom had me wash her hair while she washed mine. It was actually pretty hot to gently massage the shampoo into her long, silky hair. She stood so close to me that my hard cock rested on her belly. When the shampoo was rinsed off, we got out of the shower and toweled each other dry.
Mom finally took my straining cock in her little hand and said, “Poor baby. Don’t worry, I won’t leave you like this.” She knelt before me.
“Mom, you don’t have to,” I told her. I didn’t want her to feel obligated to suck me.
She smiled. “Thanks, honey, but I actually like sucking yours. It’s so long and hard and hot. It feels wonderful on my tongue.” She proceeded to give me another masterful demonstration of deep-throat technique. I was already on the edge, so it only took a minute to get me to spurt. “Wow, Gary,” she exclaimed when she was finished swallowing it all, “you cum buckets!”
I chuckled awkwardly. It made me proud to hear it, but that’s not something I ever expected to hear Mom say. We brushed our teeth, then Mom suggested, “Let’s apply sunscreen before putting on our swimsuits. It will be easier and more thorough.” It was a good idea, but she wanted us to apply it to each other, even on the front areas that we could reach ourselves. I went along with it because I’m not stupid and I liked exploring her body with my hands. The problem was that rubbing cream all over her made me hard as a rock again. “Again?!” she asked with surprise. “You already came twice this morning!”
I blushed and shrugged. “I’m a teenage guy and you’re really hot.”
She dramatically sighed and said, “What am I going to do with you?” But she was smiling when she got on her knees and sucked me off for the third time. I lasted longer, but not more than five minutes. I didn’t want to make her work for it any more than she had to, and I had no reason to hold back. It was damned satisfying to thrust my hips forward and squirt into that lovely mouth again. It felt a whole lot less weird than the first time. I was getting used to it and enjoying the hell out of it, of course.
We had breakfast, then went to a water park to ride the slides. Mom screamed and laughed like a little girl. It was a hell of a lot of fun.
After dinner we went one of the crazy big miniature golf courses. It’s corny but fun.
Jessica and Brad went to a nightclub next, but Mom and I decided to take a long walk on the beach. Her cell phone rang. “It’s your dad,” she told me and answered it.
Her side of the conversation went like this:
“Hi, honey. I’m sorry I didn’t call yesterday. We got busy and I forgot.”
“We went dancing and I taught Gary.”
“No. He’s a quick learner. He did great.”
“Yes, our Gary.” She giggled and looked at me before adding, “He’s a talented boy.”
“No, no drinking. They’re too young and you know I don’t really like it.”
“Okay. I’ll talk to you later in the week. Goodnight, honey.”
After she hung up, I teased, “How is husband number 1?”
Mom blushed, and replied, “You know your dad. He has his work so he barely notices we’re not there.” She hugged me tight and asked, “How is husband number 2?”
“Husband number 2 is awesome, especially when you press your boobs against him like that.”
She giggled and smacked my arm. “You’re so bad. Let’s go back to the hotel.”
Jessica and Brad returned to the hotel a couple minutes after us. And after only a few minutes of kissing and foreplay, they were fucking. But Mom didn’t try the simulated-fucking trick again. Instead she crawled under the sheet, took the head of my cock in her lips, and twirled her tongue around it. Fuck! I was hard as a rock and bucked my hips to encourage her to take more of it in her mouth. She kissed and licked down the side first, then sucked my balls. It was sweet torture.
I felt selfish for getting all the oral attention, so I pulled her legs over me and got my mouth near her pussy in the 69 position. Mom moaned around my cock, which felt awesome, and her thighs quivered in anticipation. I’d only tried this twice with mixed results with other girls, but I was ready to try my best.
I decided to take my time. I started by bending her right leg and kissing my way from her pretty little ankle, over the curve of her calf, and up her firm thigh. She hummed with pleasure around my balls, so I bent her left leg and gave it the same treatment. She squirmed with glee as I got closer to her pussy.
I licked along her slit with a broad flat tongue. I heard Mom gasp and her thighs twitched. I caressed them with my hands while I dragged my tongue up and down her slit slowly. She responded by releasing my balls from her mouth and licking up the underside of my cock. I sucked on her puss lips, but that didn’t get much response. She eased my cock into her mouth and I decided it was time to move to the main event. My hands moved to the perfect globes of her ass and squeezed. The tip of my tongue nudged the hood off her clit, then very slowly circled her sensitive tiny nub. Mom hummed on my cock with elation, and her thighs tightened on the sides of my head.
Feeling more confident with each success, I decided to try a trick I’d read about. I lightly spelled the alphabet over her clit with the tip of my tongue. A, b, c, d … Mom squeezed my head harder and furiously sucked my cock. E, f, g, h … She mewed like a kitten and sucked even faster.
Awesome! I tried one more trick I had read about. I slid my middle finger into her. She froze for a moment and I thought I’d made a mistake. But then she quivered and resumed sucking with gusto. I curled my finger to stroke her upper wall while continuing to spell on her clit. I found the rough patch that I was hoping for and pressed my finger across it firmly. Mom jumped like I stuck her with an electric cattle prod. Eureka! The g-spot! I curled my finger over it again. Mom’s mouth sprang off my cock and she gasped, “Ahh!” I sucked and fingered her and she erupted in orgasm. My hand clamped on her ass prevented her from bouncing away from my lips. “Aiii!” she squealed and her body shook.