Going To The Lake
I noticed Mom moping around the house one Saturday morning after Dad had been gone about three months. I asked her if she was feeling ok.
“I’m ok, I guess.” She replied absently. “Just feel bored…”
“Why don’t we go to the lake? Would you like that?” hoping to cheer her mood.
Her whole demeanor changed, “That would be great! When?”
“Right now.” I proposed, glad to see her brighten.
“I’ll go get ready,” she exclaimed, rushing from the room.
“Damn,” I thought. “It’s just the lake” Shaking my head I busied myself preparing for the excursion.
I sat in the living room as Mom entered. “Ready?” she asked.
“We’re going to the lake. I just thought you would wear a swimsuit.” I answered.
“Silly.” She laughed. “I have my suit on underneath”
“Let’s see.” I said.
She laughed again. “Why?”
“I wanna see what suit you’re wearing.” My voice even.
“You don’t trust my taste?” she asked, cocking her head slightly, making fun.
“C’mon, Mom,” I goaded, “Let me see.”
“Keith, I have the bikini on…it’s just…” she looked at the ceiling.
“It’s REALLY small.” She laughed nervously.
I just crossed my arms and remained seated on the sofa.
Mom sighed and grasped the hem of her T-shirt and hesitated. I suppose she decided I wasn’t going to relent, so she slowly raised the shirt. Watching my eyes she brought the shirt to her neck. I lowered my eyes and saw the lime green material of the bikini top tightly molded to her breasts, her nipples were hard. Mom’s boobs aren’t large, but the undersized garment couldn’t hold them completely and the white skin of her tits stuck out and was clearly visible. I looked up, “Now the shorts.”
She started to drop the hem of the T-shirt.
“Nuh-uh.” Shaking my head.
She stared at me, blankly. Her mouth opened slightly as if she wanted to say something, then she lifted the shirt over her head and let it drop to the floor. I let my eyes follow her hands to the button of the cutoffs, her fingers resting there. Looking up again I found her eyes on me, she bit her bottom lip softly. Suddenly, and for the first time, this became erotic. My cock stiffened, I had no idea how far I would be able to go with the situation before Mom would resist. I was about to find out.
Mom unbuttoned the cutoffs. Grasping the zipper she slowly moved her hand down. As we stared unblinking at each other she pushed the denim shorts off her hips and they fell down her tan legs. I slowly let my eyes drift down her body, taking in the sight of her breasts again. Over her slightly rounded stomach, my eyes focused on her mound. The cloth pressed against her so that I could tell that there was no hair on her pussy. My cock began to pulse with my heartbeat.
I looked up again. Mom was breathing deeply and deliberately, eyes filled with anticipation. "Is this what you wanted to see?" My mother said looking embarrassed.
“The sides of your bottoms are too low.” I spoke. I do not know how I managed to say anything.
She shut her eyes and I watched as she took the bikini in hand and slid the sides higher on her hips. This made the already tight garment strain against her pussy, her lips pouting into the material. I heard her inhale sharply as she felt the cloth stretch over her genitals then she moaned softly. Mom opened her eyes and looked into mine. She must have seen the raging lust in my face. Her gaze dropped to my groin where my hardness was now rampantly visible beneath my trunks, a twitching, throbbing monster. A whimpering sound, and a deep rasping moan, escaped her throat and she turned away quickly. Taking a few halting, unsure steps, she slowly walked from the room.
I sighed as I stood up and headed toward my mother’s bedroom.
As I approached her room I noticed she hadn’t closed the door. I stood in the doorway and saw her sitting on the edge of the bed farthest from the door. I could tell she was crying even though she was facing away from me.
“Mom, don’t cry.” I implored.
“I can’t believe what I did.” She almost whispered.
I reached up, wiping the tears from her damp cheeks. “What you did? I don’t think you did anything that should upset you like this.”
“Keith, please.” She sounded exasperated. “You know I shouldn’t have…”
“Shouldn’t have’ what, Mom?” knowing exactly what she meant.
“You’re my SON!” she spat the words out.
“And you love me? I asked.
“You know I do, but—“
“And I love you?” I interrupted.
Mom nodded in response, her thinly covered breasts jiggled with the motion.
Cradling her face in my hands I gently pressed my lips to hers. She didn’t move away or protest. Her lips were so soft, so warm. I was exhilarated with the sensation. I slid my tongue out against her lips, licking. Mom’s lips parted and I moved my tongue past them. I felt her suck my tongue in and my cock began to stir. My hand found the shoulder strap of her top and I pushed it down and prompted her to bring her arm through. That gave me access to her breast and I cupped it softly, my thumb resting on her nipple. She moaned into my mouth and I felt her hand on the back of my neck, forcing our kiss deeper. I was getting so hot I was beginning to shake. Breaking the kiss I backed away a bit.
“Take this off.” I said, pulling at the bikini top.
Mom replaced my hands with hers, removing the top. Now I could plainly see her breasts. Sloping white cones contrasted her tan body. The pinkish nipples were thick and protruding, stimulated by the circumstances. I excitedly grabbed the bottoms and pulled them over her hips, down her legs. Taking an ankle in each hand I spread her toned legs.
“Oh, my God.” She exclaimed.
I looked between her legs and saw her pussy, the lips slick with her excitement. The tan lines accentuating the pinkness of her labia and clit. Her ample hips spread under her as she moved against my grasp, a carnal foundation for my lusts.
“Mommy, look how wet you are.” I said. “Why are you so wet?”
“You know why.” She growled, squirming at my child’s reference.
“Why?” I persisted, sliding my hand along her leg.
She whimpered. “I’m aroused.”
“Why are you aroused?” my fingers brushing the lips of her pussy.
“Keith!” she whispered sharply.
“Tell me.” Flicking a finger over her clit.
Mom squealed. “I saw your erection in your trunks!”
Moving my finger from her clit, I pressed passed her labia. Her lubrication was so abundant the digit slid inside easily. “My penis excited you?”
Another squeal. “Yes!”
I moved my finger in and out of her slippery cunt. “You want to see my cock, Mom?”
Mom bit her bottom lip and didn’t answer. I added a second finger and increased the speed of my thrusts somewhat. Her hips began moving against my hand. “Do-you-want- to-see-my-cock?” I spoke the words calculatingly.
“Yes!” she exclaimed.
I pulled my trunks down, freeing my partially erect penis. I spread her wetness around the head with the two fingers that had been in her pussy. The purple, mushroom shaped head glistened in the low light as my cock thickened and began to rise.
“Oh, God!” the words leaping from her throat.
I moved between her legs, my penis swinging heavily with my movement. Her hand was forcing the head of my cock over her labia in a stroking motion, her hips writhing in the pleasure. I could feel my legs begin to shake, the excitement growing inside me. With her other hand she pushed my chest, forcing our lips apart.
“Fuck me Keith. oh please, do it now!” she pleaded, her voice choking.
I pushed my hips and my cock parted her lips and penetrated her, the head moving just inside her. She gasped loudly. I pushed more, feeling her warmth enveloping my rigid cock. One more thrust and I was completely inside her. Mom began to pant, her hips bucking. I began moving in sync with her hips and she moaned, her hands on my shoulders.
“Harder! Fuck me harder, Keith!”
I was watching my cock move in and out of her, shiny with her juice, making squishing noises as I violently fucked her. I was pounding her so hard that she was bouncing off the mattress against the cock invading her cunt.
She screamed. “YES GOD, MAKE ME CUM!”
Then the words became unintelligible grunts and cries as she climaxed. Mom’s body quaked with the orgasm, her pussy clenching my cock repeatedly. This was my limit and I felt my balls tighten in preparation. I withdrew my cock and taking it in hand, moved my body forward. As I started to cum I pointed the head at Mom’s torso. It happened. Long ropes of semen jetted out onto her body. Thick, hot cum spurted out onto her breasts. She screamed again.
As the orgasm subsided I fell onto the bed beside her. My chest heaving, trying to suck more oxygen into my lungs. I looked over at Mom. Her eyes closed and her chest moving with her post coital recovery. She was beautiful.