Resort – Part 1 – Unexpected

“Touch me…”

His mother pleaded in a gentle whisper, her small hand placed softly on his naked, strapping thigh. His stomach was in knots.

“I know, it’s… different… to think about,” reassurance in her voice as she slid closer to him on the bed, pushing her naked body onto her son. He could feel her comforting warmth seducing him, infecting him, playing with his mind. One of her nipples, hard as a stone, ever-so-gently caressed him, it felt as delicate as a leaf blowing across water. The impressively soft bedsheets underneath them pulled tightly as she moved closer, stretching beneath the weight of their naked bodies as they sat on the edge of the bed in their ultra-modern hotel room.

Frozen from anxiety, he couldn’t bring himself to look his mother in the eyes. He fixated his gaze out the hotel suite’s large french doors, over the ocean-view balcony and into the clear blue sky of the horizon. A cool breeze gave him goosebumps as it filled the room, bringing with it the salty smell of the beach.

“Sweetie… sweetie… please…” she called for him, desperately. Her hand moved further up his thigh, stopping painfully short of his manhood. Her touch was electric. In response, his body began to betray him, despite his every effort, as his erection built itself slowly. The warmth of her touch, in a place unexplored by any other woman, couldn’t be ignored.

He spoke, his voice barely audible above the ever distant crashing of the ocean waves, his eyes still glued forward, “… but Mom… you… you tricked me.”

All she could do was bite her lip. He was right.

This vacation had been planned for months as his 18th birthday present. A single mother for most of his life, his mom had always celebrated significant occasions with lavish trips for him and his sister – secluded islands, tropical destinations, you name it. But this trip was just for the two of them, and at the time, he didn’t think anything of it. In fact, he was secretly looking forward to having his mother foot the bill for another exotic vacation, this time having the chance to enjoy himself without his annoying younger sister. But now, just days after discovering she had brought him to a nudist resort, his conscience was in a knot.

The silence between them was deafening – neither knowing what to say.

His goosebumps intensified as she pulled herself closer into him, her left arm now wrapped around his right elbow, her soft breasts straddling his arm, her crossed legs nearly in his lap as she continued leaning over him, keeping her hand on his left thigh. The heat and wetness of her loins softly pushed into his side. She put her lips to his ear, speaking in a sultry whisper:

“Would you have come if I hadn’t?”

Her hot breath tickled his skin. Instinctively, he looked down into his crotch – his full erection staring back at him – and shook his head despondently.

There was no way he would’ve agreed to come had he known their destination. He would’ve looked at her like she had three heads. In fact, he did just that, when they arrived at the resort, as she proceeded to strip down in front of him immediately upon entering their room. He could still see her tan, fit body sliding out of her cream-coloured sundress, revealing a gun-metal-grey lace thong and bra, both shortly destined for the floor. The ravenous look in her eye was unforgettable. Her words brought him back to reality.

“Honey, our family has a way of doing things, and, while it may not seem like it right now, this was the only way to tell you without things getting… you know… weird.”

He had no idea what she was walking about, or how anything could possibly be more weird that having his naked mother draped over his side.