A Rough Day at the Beach

Beach

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This is a work of fiction, and all names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. No characters are under the age of 18.

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Beach

Taking a break from the nasty porn, the twisted chat rooms, and the obsessive masturbating, I decided to do something healthy and venture outside for a change and to take my son to the lake.

“Are you about ready to go?” I asked my son Danny as I threw the few things I needed into a large shoulder bag for our day on the beach.

“Yeah, I’m ready.”

“Really! Did you get yourself a towel? Your Batman beach towel is in the hall closet. Hurry up, I want to get going.

“Okay, okay, I’ll get it.”

“I knew you weren’t ready. Hey, I hope you’re not going to be embarrassed to be seen at the lake with your old mom.”

“What are you talking about, you’re not old, and why would I be embarrassed?”

“Oh, I just don’t look as good as I used to in a bathing suit. It hardly fits me anymore, my butts getting too big.”

“I think you look good, I think you look really good!” Danny called out from down the hall.

“Thank you for saying that… even if it’s not true.”

“It is true! Aren’t you going to be wearing your bikini?” He said returning with the large beach towel.

“Yeah, I’m wearing it. See, it’s on underneath this,” I said tugging on the sheer beach cover-up that I had on over my bathing suit. “But I probably won’t take this off.”

“That’s a bummer! Why not?” He asked, shyly looking me over.

“What do you mean, “That’s a bummer.” You sound disappointed.”

“Yeah, a little I guess. I just thought…”

“Thought what? It sounds like you want to see your mom in her bikini.” I teased.

“Yeah, I guess.” He said, seeming embarrassed.

“Really. You want to see this, in a bikini?” I said patting my belly. I’ve gained a little weight.”

“I think you look good!”

“Thank you, honey!” I said, intrigued and flattered by his sudden interest in my body. “So… you really want to see me half-naked in my bikini.” I continue to pry.

“Yeah, I guess,” he said, I could tell he was getting uncomfortable.

“Really? Your fat old mom?”

“I told you, you’re not fat, and you’re not old!”

“Isn’t that a little weird that you’re wanting to see your mom in her bikini!”

”What’s so weird about it? Like I said, you look good! Shouldn’t we get going?” He said, obviously trying to change the subject.

“Yes, we should!” I said enthusiastically. I was surprised and curious about his reaction. I was also surprised by how flattered I was that he was so eager to get an eye full of me half-naked. It made me kinda horny.

At the lake, I picked out a spot on the beach close to the tree line so that we would have some shade.

“Can’t we be closer to the water?” Danny protested.

“No, I like it here. I don’t want to get too much sun.” I said as I laid out our blanket.

It was a nice warm day in the middle of the week, so thankfully, the beach wasn’t at all crowded.

”I’m going for a swim!” Danny said pulling off his tee-shirt.

“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!” I said as Danny started to trot off towards the water. “Come here. You need some sunscreen. I don’t want you getting burned.”

“Okay, fine.” He said impatiently.

“Come here and turn around,” I said, squirting the lotion on his shoulders. “You need to be careful. Too much sun can cause skin cancer, and cause premature aging. You don’t want to look like me do you?” I said working the lotion into his shoulders, back, and neck, taking care to get it everywhere.

“Really? Are you still fishing for compliments? I told you! You look great!” Danny said looking over his shoulder, and I caught him stealing a glance at my tits.

“No! I’m not looking for compliments! I’m just telling it like it is. Now turn around and let me put some on your chest.”

“Aaah… No! I’m fine! My chest never burns.” He said as

he tried to pull away.

“Wait a minute! I’m not done!” I said, grabbing him by the arm and turning him around.

That’s when I saw it, the big rise in his loose swim trunks. I just stared at it for a minute in disbelief, not sure of what I was looking at.

“Danny! Do you have a…” I exclaimed in surprise.

Looking very embarrassed, Danny covered the bulge with his hands.

“You do! You have a hard-on!” I said with surprise. I looked around the beach, thankfully no one was near. “What caused that? Was it me? Was it because… I put lotion on you?”

He just shrugged.

“It’s okay. Don’t be embarrassed.” I said, even though I was a little unnerved.

Snatching up his Batman towel, he held it over the bulge in his shorts.

“It’s okay, I understand how these things happen. It felt good getting the lotion rubbed on your back and your body reacted.” I said, suddenly a little flustered and aroused myself.

“It’s not just that.” He said.

“What? What is it then?”

“I told you! It’s you! You look good! I mean it! You look really good!” He said looking me over, pausing at my big, bikini-clad tits that were barely covered by the thin beach cover-up.

“What! Are you saying, that I gave you that hard-on!” I said both amused and intrigued.

“I’m sorry! Are you mad?”

“No! I’m not mad, not mad at all. I’m just surprised, that’s all. Your growing up so fast. I know you can’t help it, but wow! I just didn’t realize… Here, give me your towel.”

”What! No! I don’t want anyone to see!” he said looking around.

“It’s alright, no one’s going to notice. Just run to the water and go for a swim. That should help you need to cool off.” I told him, and at that, he took off running for the lake and jumped in with a splash. After dunking himself in the cool water, he looked back and waved, and I returned his wave.

Amazed, I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I had no idea that I was having such an effect on my son. But strangely, I liked it! Not only was it was a boost to my sagging ego, it also felt good, exciting, and stimulating, arousing even. Not only did giving my son a hard-on flatter me, but it also made me horny as hell. I’d given my son a hard-on, and from what I saw, it was big, and that got me horny as fuck.

Sitting by myself on the beach blanket while Danny swam, my heart was raced, and my pussy was tingled, suddenly very wet and demanding to be touched. I needed to touch myself badly. Looking around to make sure that no one was near, I draped myself with Danny’s towel so that no one would see. Again, I looked around nervously, then spread my legs and pulled my bikini bottoms to the side, and began rubbing my throbbing clit. Pushing my fingers into my pussy, it was already wet and gooey.

Again, cautiously looking around the sparsely populated beach, I could see that no one was paying any attention to me, so I pulled the large beach towel up higher to cover my breast and then began squeezing my tits as I fingered my wet pussy.

Open to just about anything, I’d always been very easily aroused, but never by my son, although before then, I’d never seen him with a hard-on. Seeing my young son’s big hard cock had gotten me so horny, that I began fingering fucking myself right there on a beach.

Without thinking of how it would look, I untying my bikini top, and pulled it off from underneath my cover-up, and shoved it in my bag. With my bikini top off, I pinched and pulled on my stiff erect nipples as I rubbed my throbbing clit.

So much for taking a break from masturbating. I was truly addicted, and doing it in public was turning out to be an exciting new twist.

I was just going to play with myself a little, not make myself cum, but discovering that my son had a hard-on for me had gotten me so incredibly excited that I was very quickly getting close. Sitting on the public beach, hidden by my son’s Batman beach towel, I struggled to not moan aloud as I fingered my sopping wet pussy, rubbed my swollen clit, and tormented my erect nipples.

My pussy was beginning to pulsate, and I could feel an orgasm coming on, I was just about to go off when all of a sudden, Danny came strolling up from the water dripping wet.

”Oh fuck!” I blurted out as he walked up. ”Hey! Your back so soon.” I said, having to quickly regain my composure.

”Yeah… What’s wrong with you?” He said flatly, looking me over suspiciously.

”Nothings wrong with me!” I snapped.

”Whoa! No need to be so defensive. You just look funny, that’s all.”

”Oh! Before, I looked so good that I gave you a hard-on, but now I look funny?”

”Never mind. Just forget it. Can I have my towel?”

”No!” again I snapped. When he walked up and interrupted me mid-orgasm, I hadn’t the time to fix my bikini bottom so my fat steamy pussy was still hanging out, and so I was reluctant to surrender the towel.

”Why?” he asked suspiciously. ”It’s mine.”

”Because I’m using it. That’s why. Just lay down here and air dry.” I said patting the beach blanket. ” It’s plenty warm enough.”

”Fine!” he said laying down on his stomach next to me.

I could have fixed my bikini bottom then, but I didn’t. I hadn’t made myself cum, and I was still crazy horny, and I liked the way it felt gathered tightly to one side of my throbbing pussy. It made me feel a little dirty and nasty.

”So… Did a quick splash in the lake fix your not-so-little problem?” I teased.

He just nodded.

”Good. There’s no reason to be embarrassed.” I said, still thinking about the big bulge I’d seen in his shots.

”I’m not embarrassed.” He said. “I just don’t want you to be mad.”

”I’m not mad at all. What mother doesn’t want to give her son a hard-on.” I said with a laugh.

”Really!”

”Maybe!”

I was so fuck’n horny, and dying to touch my pussy and finish what I started, and thinking about my son’s hard cock wasn’t making it any better.

”Aren’t you going swimming?” He asked getting up on his elbows, looking me over with a dirty smile. “And why are you covering yourself with my towel?”

I knew what he was getting at. He wanted to watch me frolic around, tits bouncing and ass jiggling in my bikini. And the thought that that might get him hard again turned me on.

“Well… ” I said coyly to my curious son. ”the reason I’m not going swimming, and why I’m covering myself with your towel is that I took my bikini top off,” I said pulling the tiny piece of fabric out of my bag.

“Why?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.

“It was uncomfortable, and I just felt like it,” I said.

“So… you don’t have anything on underneath the towel!” He asked, unable to hide his interest.

“I have on my cover-up. Do you want to see?” I said letting the towel drop off my breast.

Danny’s eyes widened, and his mouth fell open. The thin beach cover-up did little to conceal my large tits with big erect nipples. “Does it look okay?” I asked.

“Um… it looks good! Really good!” He said, staring at my tits.

“Thank you,” I said nonchalantly, but my heart was racing, and my throbbing pussy was dripping, wondering if the sight of my tits made him hard again. “You don’t think it’s too revealing? Can you see my nipples through this?” I asked coyly, knowing that he could easily see through the very sheer, floral printed beach cover-up.

“Yeah, I can see your nipples, but I don’t think it’s too revealing. I like it! I think it looks great!” He said staring excitedly at my big dark stiff erect nipples.

“Thank you, honey! Why don’t you lay your head back down.” I said, ignoring his reaction to seeing my big hard nipples as I scooted closer to him. “I think it’s time for more sunscreen.”

Laying his head on his forearms, he kept his eyes trained on my unrestrained tits that swayed back and forth, as I sensuously rubbed the lotion on his back.

“Does that feel good?” I asked.

“Yeah! It feels really good!” He groaned.

“Good. I’m glad. Are you getting hard again?” I teased. “If you are, it’s okay.”

“I can’t help it.”

“It’s okay, I understand, I like it,” I said as I continued to rub his flesh with the smooth lotion. “So tell me… when it gets hard, do you ever touch yourself down there?”

He just shrugged.

“It’s okay if you’re embarrassed. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. Just know that it’s perfectly natural and that there’s nothing wrong with it. In fact, I do it all the time, especially after your father left.”

I continued to leisurely rub his back, taking much more time than it normally would take to rub on lotion.

After a while, Danny finally said, “Yeah… I do… sometimes, touch myself down there.”

“Yeah! Good! It feels good, doesn’t it?” I said as I ran my lotion covered fingers along his spine. He nodded.

Hearing that excited me. The thought of my son stroking his young hard cock turned me on.

“Um… do you make yourself cum?” I asked as I rubbed my finger down his twitching sides.

He just shrugged.

“When you touch yourself down there, does it feel so good that creamy white stuff comes out?”

“Mom! I know what cumming is!” He said defensively. “I’m not a little kid anymore!”

“I’m sorry baby. I didn’t mean to offend you. You certainly are not a little kid anymore. You are growing up… nice and big!”

The way my bikini bottom was pulled to the side was driving me crazy. My pussy was pulsing and throbbing and my asshole was twitching, and my nipples were tingling from my swaying tits rubbing them against my cover-up. Insanely horny, I wasn’t in my right mind.

“Rollover. I want to put some on your chest.” I said with an excited tremor in my voice and my hands beginning to shake.

“But my…”

“You mean your big hard cock?” I said with a chuckle. “It’s okay honey, I’ll put the towel over it. No one will see… but me.”

He rolled over onto his back, and I just sat there staring at the huge rise in his shorts.

“Mom! The towel!”

“Relax. No one can see. I like looking at it.” I said as I began rubbing lotion on his chest.

“Mom! Please!”

“Okay, okay,” I said as I took the towel away from my lap, and draped it across his hard-on, knowing full well that in moving the towel, I’d be exposing my hot wet pussy to my son.

“Mom! Your bathing suit!” He said staring at my gaping pussy.

“Yeah, it does that sometimes,” I said dismissively, acknowledging that my big thick hairless pussy lips were hanging out. “I told it doesn’t fit right anymore. Can anyone see?” I asked.

“No, but I can see it!”

“Does it bother you? I’ll cover up if it does. Does it not look good?” I asked

“No, it looks incredible! I like it!”

“Thank you, baby. I don’t mind if you looking… if you want to.” I said as I continued to rub his chest, making no attempt to fix my bikini bottom, just letting my long lips dangle in the breeze.

I rubbed his chest for a while, and then moved down to his quivering abdomen, and then reached over to his thighs, letting my tits rest against his side. He was beginning to squirm and moan.

“Do you need to make another trip into the lake?” I asked. He nodded and I pulled the towel off of him like a matador taunting a bull. He leaped up and ran for the lake.

While he swam, I again draped myself with the towel and played with myself, pulling and stretching my meaty lips, teasing myself, finger my gooey wet hole, and rubbing and flicking my big stiff erect clit, pushing myself right up to the edge of an orgasm. I could have cum, but I didn’t let myself. I was tormenting myself as much as my horny son.

When he returned, he seemed in some distress, holding his hands over his groin.

“What’s wrong? Are you alright? I asked. “Did you hurt yourself?”

“It won’t go down!”

“Hmmm, okay… you’d better lay down so I can take a look,” I said calmly but was truly very excited.

He seemed hesitant.

“Come on now, lay down on your back. I’ll cover you with the towel.

Nodding, he did as I asked. He seemed concerned. As I tossed the towel over the stiff rise in my son’s shorts, I opened my legs and again, intentionally displayed my enflamed pussy to my very aroused son. He groaned when he saw it and stared, and I openly ran my fingers over my swollen lips.

“I’m so horny baby. I need to touch myself a little! You don’t mind do you? You’re making mommy horny!” I said.

Nodding his head, he had his eyes glued to my pussy.

“I’m making you horny?” He questioned.

“Yes, silly! You’re walking around here with a big beautiful hard-on, and it’s making mommy really horny!”

“I’m sorry.