“You promised you’d never say no to me again.”
“I didn’t. You agreed to go to breakfast and to the beach,” I reminded her.
“You know I didn’t want to. I don’t think you like it as much as I do.”
“I love it. You know I do.” I held her in my arms.
“Then why did you want to go to the beach?”
“Mom, even young guys can’t do it constantly like women. We need time to regain our strength. You know the saying, the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.”
She frowned. “But last night you did it over and over.”
“I know. And again this morning. I’m tired. I needed to eat and rest,” I explained.
Something clicked in her mind and motherly concern kicked in. She hugged me. “I’m sorry, baby. Are you feeling better? We can go back out on the beach if you want.”
I chuckled at her quick change in attitude. Fucking your mom is complicated. “I don’t want go on the beach. I want to make love to you.”
“Are you sure?” she asked with real concern. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me,” I assured her.
Mom shucked off her bikini in a flash and crawled on the bed on her hands and knees. She waggled her round butt at me and enticed, “I want to do it doggy style.”
The sight brought my cock to a full stand and I dropped my swim trunks. I fingered her cunt from behind. “You’re wet,” I said.
“I’ve been drooling all morning,” she moaned. “Please, baby. I need you so bad.”
I obliged with athletic force and style. At the end Mom dissolved into a satisfied mass of giggles and nerve-endings. I didn’t cum but that was fine. Save it for later. I held Mom until she recovered. “Feeling better?” I asked as I toyed with her nipples.
“Mmm,” she purred. “I needed that. God, you make me cum so hard.”
I had to ask. “Dad doesn’t make you cum like that?”
She shook her pretty head. “Not even close.”
I knew it was wrong to make her compare us, but I was curious. So shoot me. “He isn’t a good lover?”
Mom shrugged. “He’s not as energetic or hard or big as you. You last longer and recover faster too.” She paused and looked in my eyes. “And I’m absolutely crazy for you. That makes it so much better.”
We kissed and petted for a long time. Nothing frantic. Just enough to keep us feeling good. Breathed each others breath. Traced every inch of skin with fingertips.
By mutual silent agreement, she got on her hands and knees again. She loved this position. “Mount me, stud,” she begged. Her enthusiasm infected me and it instantly became my favorite position too.
After we came again and slumped on the mattress she could tell I was exhausted again. “Poor baby,” she cooed. “I’m sorry for wearing you out again.”
I smiled. “It’s okay. It’s a great kind of tired.”
She was back in mom mode. “It’s not okay, honey. I’m going to call your father because I haven’t touched base with him in a few days. But when I’m done we’re getting you something to eat.”
She sprawled naked next to me in bed and called Dad. Talk about surreal. Her side of the conversation:
“Hi, Mark. How are you?”
“I’m having a blast. Much better than I expected.”
“Gary is having fun too, I think.” I reached out and groped her tit and pulled her nipple. She smiled at me but didn’t let on to Dad that anything was happening.
“Alright, Mark. Try not to work too hard. We’ll be home late Sunday.”
She hung up.
I sucked on her nipple, but she ordered, “Get up. We’ll shower then get you a snack. You need energy.”
I stroked her thigh. “Let’s stay in bed,” I replied. “I can rest here.”
“If we stay here we’ll fuck again,” she reasoned and I had to agree. “Please darling, get up. If you don’t eat I’m afraid you’ll get sick or something.”
She looked so genuinely concerned that I dragged myself out of bed and into the shower with her. She didn’t even let me fool around with her in there. She was all business. Wash, dry, dress, and out the door to find food.
I admit that I wolfed down the pizza and felt much better after. Moms really do know best.
Mom pampered me for the rest of the evening, constantly getting me food and drinks. She didn’t even want me to dance, but I finally convinced her to join me for a few songs. Brad and Jessica were highly entertained by all of it. They’d never seen Amy in mother mode before.
That night in bed I was recovered and raring to go. Mom and I sucked each other to readiness, then I arranged her naked body in the doggy position she loved so much. I tugged her long, platinum-blonde hair and pulled her head up. “Huh, huh, huh,” she gasped in time with my thrusts. Her perfect boobs bounced wildly.
I let go of her hair and grabbed those fucking tits. “Yes baby, yes!” Mom spurred me on. “Cum in me baby! Fill me up!”
I jerked and pumped my load in her like a fire hose. “Aii,” Mom squealed as she came too. We collapsed on the mattress and she giggled. “When I feel your cum it always sets me off.”
“I know,” I replied with a smile. “I love it.”
FRIDAY
When I woke I was on my back and Mom was sprawled against me as usual, with an arm and leg across me. I loved the feel of her warm naked body. She was awake already and watching me silently. Her face was only a couple inches from mine. “Good morning,” I murmured. I put a hand behind her head and pulled her in for a long, gentle kiss.
Our lips eventually parted. “Brad and Jessica went out for breakfast about a half-hour ago,” she informed me.
I looked at the clock. Nearly ten o’clock. “You should have woke me.”
“We both needed the rest. Somebody kept waking me during the night.”
I grinned, remembering the night. “That’s because you’re irresistible,” I told her. My arms tightened and pulled her hard against me. I kissed her again. “You’re so cute in the morning.”
“You’re such a liar. I must look awful. My hair is a mess.”
“Your messy hair is what makes you look cute. You look like a little girl.” Another kiss. “You have a great body. Long and lean and fit. It feels awesome against me.”
“You’re not embarrassed to be with your old Mom, Gary?” she asked with concern.
I chuckled. “You’re not old. Gorgeous women like you are ageless.”
“You could have your choice of the young college babes running around here,” she told me. “I’ve seen the way they look at you.”
“They couldn’t be half as exciting as you, Mom,” I assured her and kissed her neck. “This is so kinky and hot. I love it and I love you.”
“I love you too,” she cooed. “I just don’t want to hold you back.”
“You aren’t. I only want you.”
“Me too, darling. Only you.”
It was raining that morning, so when Brad and Jessica came back, the girls decided we should go shopping. Brad and I rolled our eyes but dutifully tagged along.
I got interested when we discovered a sophisticated lingerie shop. We walked in and Brad promptly exclaimed, “Oh yeah, you got to get one of those, Jess.” He pointed at a mannequin wearing a fancy embroidered corset. Not the kind designed to super-compress the waist, these were mostly decorative.
“You like that?” Jess asked.
“Hell yeah,” he enthused. “Corsets are hot.”
“They’re actually bustiers, but close enough,” Jess informed him. We perused the display and Brad talked Jess into buying a red one. The fabric was sheer, but embellished by floral patterns embroidered along the edges and in swirls across the belly area. I looked forward to seeing Jess in it, but I didn’t say it of course.
Mom held up a pale pink one. “What do you think, Gary?”
I pictured her in it and my cock twitched. “You’ll look hot in that,” I answered.
She smiled. “I’ll buy it then.”
Garter straps dangled from the bottom of the bustiers, so the girls decided to buy stockings too. And fancy panties to complete the sets. My imagination worked overtime visualizing both girls in the lingerie, and from the look of Brad his was too. “This is the most fun I’ve ever had shopping,” I told them.
“That was for you boys,” Jessica said. “Now we’re going to look at dresses.” Brad and I groaned.