I kept sucking and fingering her right through her orgasm. No sooner did that one pass but she began to shake and tremble again. “Gary! Gary!” she called out. I pushed her over the peak again. “Aiiiiiiiii!” she squealed. She thrashed like a bucking bronco and I think she tried to get away from me. But I held one hand on her ass and the other had a finger firmly in her hot wet puss. She wasn’t going anywhere.
The second orgasm passed and I decided to go for the hat trick. I pressed her g-spot as hard as I could and sucked that clit for all I was worth. “Garrrry pleeeease,” Mom whined. It didn’t take long to put her over the top for the third time in rapid succession. “God!” she yelled and her body thrashed harder than ever. I held on for dear life and slowly backed off my manipulations until her aftershocks passed. I eased my finger out of her and let go of her ass.
Mom spun around and latched her lips on mine. Her arms clinched around my neck and her tits rubbed hard on my bare chest. “Darling, I love you,” she murmured between fevered kisses.
I heard Jessica giggle. “Will you teach Brad how to do that, Gary?” she playfully asked.
“No, but I’ll demonstrate on you and you can teach him,” I offered in jest.
“Sorry, no demonstrations on my girl, dude,” Brad laughed.
Mom ignored our patter and gazed at me with stars in her eyes. “You’re amazing, Gary. What did you do to me?”
“You mean fingering your g-spot? I read about that. Did you like it?” I asked, knowing the answer.
“I loved it,” she gushed. “I’ve heard of it, but I thought it was a myth. It was so amazing! I’ve never ever cum like that. What can I do to pay you back, darling? I’ll do anything.”
I chuckled. “Well, you could start by finishing my blowjob.”
Mom gasped in horror. “Oh my god, Gary! I got so distracted I forgot. I’m so sorry. I’d do it right now.”
“That can wait,” I told her. “Let me hold you for a while.” I was loving the feel of my excited luscious Mom in my arms.
She cuddled happily against me and rubbed those tits harder on my chest. She sighed, “How did you get so perfect?”
“Well-raised I guess.”
Mom giggled and kissed me.
WEDNESDAY
In the morning, before I opened my eyes, I relished the feel of a warm, soft female body sprawled on me. I was on my back and Mom was against my side with an arm across my chest and a leg over mine. I heard the shower and opened my eyes.
“They’re in the shower,” Mom told me and nodded at the other empty bed. “How are you this morning, honey?” she asked with a smirk.
I decided to tell the simple truth. “Relaxed and satisfied. Very satisfied. How are you?” Three times during the night she had sucked my cock, and each time I reciprocated by giving her clit and g-spot the attention they craved.
She giggled and kissed me. “Perfectly satisfied too. You have a talented tongue and fingers, honey.” Her fingers wrapped around my hard morning wood and gently stroked it.
I slipped my hand between her legs and nudged two fingers into her wet puss. My fingers curled to press her g-spot. Mom’s back arched and she moaned, “Mmm. Your father never found that spot in all the years I’ve known him.”
“You should have told him,” I pointed out.
“I didn’t know,” she answered. Her hand picked up the pace to energetically jack me. “You’re only the second man I’ve ever done anything with.”
My eyes opened wide. “Really?”
Mom nodded. “Remember I was only 16 when Mark knocked me up and we married. I hadn’t even kissed a man before I met him.”
“Wow. Do you regret marrying him?”
“No. I did it for you. I’ll do anything for you. And he’s been a good husband, mostly.”
When Jess and Brad finished in the bathroom, Mom took my hand and led me into the shower with her.
I’ve already explained that dripping wet girls are a weakness of mine. Mom and I playfully washed and fondled each other. In no time my cock was rock hard again and Mom had it in her soapy hands. I returned the favor by putting my hand between her legs and pushing two fingers up into her tight little pussy.
“Oh!” she gasped and rose up on tip-toes. My fingers curled to stroke her g-spot. “Oh wow,” she moaned and leaned her wet body on mine.
We frantically brought each other to crashing orgasms. Mom squealed and her legs gave out. I had to hold her up by her twat, and my arm around her waist. I sprayed spunk on her belly. She left it there for a minute while she lovingly washed my diminishing cock. Then she stood and let me wash my cum off her and cleaned up around her pussy.
We grinned like a couple of idiots while we toweled each other dry, but we didn’t speak. Nothing needed to be said.
We hit the beach and soaked up the sun. After a morning in the heat, Mom complained, “It’s too hot to wear regular clothes.” Jessica, Brad and I put on t-shirts and shorts, but Mom didn’t want to.
“You can wear a bikini to the cafe if you wear a cover-up,” Jess suggested.
Mom nodded. “Good idea.” She wiggled a yellow bikini bottom up over her round naked ass, to the visual delight of me and Brad. Then she pulled a loose yellow and white striped cover-up on over her head. It settled over her firm tits and hung down almost to the bottom of her puss and ass. She smiled and exclaimed, “That’s much better than hot regular clothes.”
Jessica’s eyes were wide. “Aren’t you going to wear the bikini top?”
Mom shook her head. “It’s an unnecessary extra layer. Less is better in this heat.”
“But that cover-up is almost transparent, Amy,” I pointed out.
She frowned and looked down at herself. “It is not. I can’t see through it.”
“When the sun hits it, your body is perfectly silhouetted, Amy,” Jessica informed her. “You might as well be wearing nothing.”
Mom thought about it for a moment, then shrugged. “This is the beach. I’ve been wearing less than this all day, and I’m don’t want to put on the bikini top. Any objections?” She pointedly looked at me, but when I didn’t object she slipped her feet into her flip-flops. “Okay, then. Let’s go to the cafe. I’m thirsty and hungry.”
Mom took my hand and walked close beside me. As Jess said, out in the sun the silhouette of Mom’s curvy body was on display under the sheer cover-up. Every step she took made her unfettered breasts jiggle and sway. And her hard nipples poked the thin fabric. Every man stared as she walked by, and I saw three girls smack their boyfriends for openly ogling. Mom didn’t seem to notice. She chatted with me cheerfully about our vacation so far. I just hoped she wouldn’t cause a riot or something.
We got an outside table at the cafe, under the shade of the awning. We could watch all the people go by, but they could also see us. Mom continued to draw attention. Several men congregated around the outside dining area, and others frequently walked past. I thought Mom still hadn’t noticed, but half-way through our lunch she leaned over to me and whispered, “All this attention is going to make me soak right through these bikini bottoms. And my nipples are hard enough to cut diamonds. You shouldn’t have let me come out dressed like this, honey.”
“Me? It was your idea,” I whispered back.
“It was, but you didn’t stop me. What kind of a husband lets his wife go out in public with her tits on display?” She grinned and reached out to tousle my hair. “I think you’re secretly a very kinky young man, Gary.”
I blushed. “I am not.”