As mom and I walked over to the pool, I thought over how much life had changed. This resort had brought out sides of my parents and sister I never knew existed. Lily was actually attentive and cared about how I felt. Dad was actually relaxing and trusting us. And mom had gone from mom jeans and PTA, to bikinis and T&A. I glanced over and watched her breasts soak up the sun as she walked. They were so perfect in shape and size. Walking next to her I felt proud, rather than annoyed, at the stares she was getting. This was part of my change too. I was getting more used to accepting my desire and enjoying putting myself out there on display.

As we passed the pool I made eye contact with the same guy who was a fan of my work when I modeled in the art class. He was like my one man fan club and I guess he couldn’t help himself from calling out to me.

“Hey stud! Another girl!? No surprise with what you’re packing down below!” He laughed to himself and rejoined his confused friends.

I waved back then caught mom’s baffled look.

“What was that about?”

“Oh, he was just in the class that Lily and I went to. I guess he really liked what he saw,” I answered, trying to sound casual so as not to invite too many questions.

“I guess he did. He certainly was enthusiastic. I guess I’m proud my son is becoming what it takes to turn on the guys and the girls,” she said with a laugh. “Well they’ll have to compete with me today while we spend some quality time together.” As she said this she put her arm around my shoulder and pulled me in for a side hug as we walked. Her naked breast pushed into my bare torso and a jolt of excitement went straight to my dick.” My mom held on as we walked down to the beach.

On the way, my mom flagged down a beach boy and ordered a few drinks and chairs to be delivered to us on the beach. We found a spot and sat in the sand while we waited for our lounge chairs and drinks. I scanned the sand for the beautiful girl I had seen the day before, or for Jane in case she wanted to go for round two.

Soon our drinks and lounge chairs arrived and we relaxed. My mom sat up quickly when she realized she had forgot her sunscreen. She asked a beach boy to get some. When he returned I braced myself for her to request me to put it on again. Maybe I wasn’t ready to accept that I want what I want yet after all. To my surprise, she instead turned back to the young beach boy.

“Could you lather me up, please? Im really worried I’ll get a burn.”

“The boy looked overjoyed. “Yes, of course ma’am,” he responded enthusiastically.

Relieved I wouldn’t have to risk having to deal with a hard on turned to jealousy. There was a part of me that wished she would have asked me.

My mom laid on her stomach on the lounge chair as the boy went to work. I watched out of the corner of my eye as he started at her back and made his way down. He massaged the lotion into her well-defined back, making her pale skin glisten. He moved slowly down to her mostly visible ass with the disappearing string. The boy must have been an expert at his because he took no hesitation to really massage her ass and spread the lotion between each cheek. His dark hands were in strong contrast to her pale skin. My mother, as she had done with me, spread for the boy, and he dove up her thighs with no guilt or shame. As the beach boys and other food service staff were some of the few partially clothed hotel staff, I could see a tent forming in his shorts. I watched on as he smiled but kept an air of professionalism.

This has to be the luckiest kid in the world, I thought to myself. I thought back to that age and fantasied about what it would have been like to lotion up MILFs at the local pool as a summer job.

“You may flip, ma’am,” he said. My mom flipped to her back and I could see the redness in her fair cheeks, no doubt a little turned on from the rub down so far. I turned my body so it wasn’t obvious I had been watching everything with interest so far.

As he lotioned up her legs, he again made no effort to avoid her bikini line. His fingers traced her bikini line, at times it seemed like he dipped a little below. He moved to her tight stomach then up to her breasts when my mom called to me so that i was forced to look directly at her rather than side eye.

“Jason, honey. Make sure you put some lotion on too. How’s your drink…” she asked several mundane questions that could have waited. All the while, the boy moved the lotions in circles, lovingly ensuring my mother’s breasts received ample coverage. Her nipples were rock hard as they met his hand and her tits moved slightly from the pressure. My mom thanked him when he was done, and he left to attend to other guests, making no effort to hide his erection. Lucky bastard.

My mom, seeing the straining on my own tight swim shorts urged, “Honey, why don’t you get those shorts off and relax. Try to enjoy the beach like everyone else. Besides, people are going to think you’re the waitstaff wearing those shorts.

“I don’t know mom,” and looking for any excuse I said, “besides, you still have yours on.”

This had the exact opposite effect than I had intended. My mom looked serious and said, “My gosh, you’re totally right. I can’t ask you to do something I’m not willing to do myself.” From her seated position she lifted her ass, then her legs and slipped off her string bikini. My dick went into overdrive and I feared it would burst through my shorts as I sat there looking at the mother’s bald pussy. Mom made no effort to cover herself or close her legs out of modesty.

I was completely unable to move, battling the old desire to look away, with the even more ancient desire to look. “Honey,” my mom said concerned. “Are you worried because you have an erection? Is that why you don’t want to get naked?”

“Yea, that’s part of it,” I muttered. I just was not at the place yet where I could show off my raging hard penis to my own mother. Even if a part of me wanted to so badly.

“Oh, well that’s OK. I don’t want you to do anything you aren’t ready for.” Mom then smiled, “Even if it means your poor old mother is the last one to see you naked. I mean, should I have that guy back there from the art class come and tell me all about it instead? Or even your sister?” she said jokingly.

“Ha ha. I don’t think I’m sober enough for these jokes,” I said. I recognized her efforts to try to make things easy and fun, and I appreciated them.

“Oh, I see Mr. Grown Man. I’m glad you are really embracing this freedom to drink.” Mom signaled to the beach boy and ordered some food and some more margaritas. We sat in the shade and enjoyed the beach while sipping the strong cool drinks. I did my best, of course, to reign in my peaking as much as possible.

Eventually I grew more comfortable, or more buzzed, and relaxed. From one corner of the beach near the resort we heard the bass sounds of club music and looked over to notice some people had gathered. “What do you think that is?” I asked.

My mom looked slightly disinterested, “I’m not sure. But it looks like a lot of young people. Why don’t you check it out? It’d be good for you to see people your age feeling comfortable.” Out of politeness, I asked if she would be coming, but she said no, as she preferred to just relax.

I stood up, thankful my erection had gone down, and headed toward the noise. It’d be helpful to get away from mom for a little bit. Maybe she was able to be comfortable with nudity so quickly, but to me it still, at least with her, seemed to signal sex. What am I thinking? I’m admitting to myself more openly that I couldn’t stop thinking about my mother in a sexual way. I really did need some time apart.

As I approached the crowd, I noticed they were standing around a stage and seemed to be waiting for a show to start. I stood around and helped myself to one of the drinks the hotel staff were passing around. Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder, and turned to see Paul, the coordinator from the art class.

“Hi, Jason right? Oh thank goodness. Listen we are looking for some people to play a little game on stage. It’s going to be recorded for an ad for the resort, so we are trying to find some people who would look good and presentable. You were so helpful stepping in for the model before, and I already know you look good. Would you mind?”

I was a little lost. “Ummm, sure I guess. What’s the contest?”

Paul laughed, “Oh it’s nothing. It’s a silly little game where we pit couples against each other. Is your girlfriend here?”

Again I was lost, until I remembered that Lily and I pretended to be together in the class. “Oh. No, she’s at the spa right now.” I don’t know why I felt the need to keep up the charade, but I went along.

“Oh, well, if you don’t think she’ll mind, I can set you up to be part of a fake couple, just for the game. It would be with Alex over there.” Paul pointed to the side of the stage where the black girl I had been lusting for on the beach yesterday was standing. She was looking at beautiful as ever. Instead of pulled back, her hair was out in a full, slightly parted afro. She stood talking energetically to another girl next to her. Her massive tits hung in front of her and entranced me immediately.

“Yea, sure sounds like fun. Lead the way.” Paul took me by the arm and lead me up to the side of the stage.

Paul made the introductions. “Alex, darling. This is Jason. He’s going to be your pretend boyfriend for the game. Thank you both so much for agreeing to this. It’s a big help. Alex, can you explain the game to him? I have go find another guy and girl to be the other couple.”

“Hi, I’m Alex…but I guess you knew that already from Paul.” Alex smiled in a bashful way. Her voice was sweet, and at her height she had to bend her head back to look up at me.

“Hey, so do you have any idea what this game is about?” I asked, trying to act casual. This was no easy task. Up close, she was even cuter than I thought. Her lips were full and glistening, almost pulling me in to kiss her. Her skin was smooth and dark brown, and up close I could see that her eyes were round and green. Her eyes gave her an innocent appearance that might also have had to do with how open and engaged she seemed. Nothing about this whole experience had any of the tinge of the insecurity or shame that I still held with nudity.

I tried to avoid outright staring, but looking down, I was in awe of her amazing chest. Her breasts were at least a D cup and stood out prominently from her fit and thick body. I wanted nothing more than to smother myself between them.

Alex laughed. “Oh yea. They put this on all the time. It’s pretty simple. We are going to compete against another couple to see who can make the best outfit made only from whipped cream,” She gestured to a giant bowl of whipped cream I hadn’t noticed before that had been set on the side.

“Seems simple enough,” I said. There was a part of me that felt slightly relieved that I would be partially covered by the cream.

“Yea, it’s just for fun. Then there’s the performance, but thats really on me.”

I looked at her confused. “What performance?” Oh god. I didn’t have it in me to put on some kind of show.

Alex laughed again, seeing my hesitation. “You have nothing to worry about. You basically just get to sit in a chair the whole time. I’m the one who has to give you a sexy lapdance.”

My mouth dropped slightly and my dick twitched in my swim shorts. “You’re going to give me a lap dance?” I couldn’t believe my luck. I had been lusting over her and working myself up just to talk to her. Within minutes of meeting we were going to be doing something I’d have to pay good money for back home. This was just further evidence that the resort was some sort of magical place.

I realized my shocked question probably made me seem deeply uncool to this girl who was unaccustomed to being bashful around nudity and sexuality. I tried to sound confident, “Well alright, should we get started then?”

Alex’s smiled broadened and her eyes narrowed slightly. “I would love to, but we have a small problem.” She brought her gaze down to my swim suit.

“Oh, right, I guess I should ditch these.”

“Listen, I can tell this is kind of new for you. It’s no big deal, but I’ll turn around to give you some privacy” she said.

Her turning around did nothing to improve my ease. All it did was give me a nice view of her ass up close. As I had suspected before, it was not as big as my sisters, but it was still gorgeous. It stood firm and matched her smooth complexion everywhere else. I could imagine myself thrusting my cock deep into her, but had to push these thoughts away to avoid getting fully erect. I took a deep breath, hitched my thumbs into my waistline and dropped my shorts.

Hearing the thud of my shorts on the floor, Alex turned around to take me in. She smiled approvingly. “Not bad,” she said. She turned and walked over to the whipped cream bowl. “Alright, you first. That way we can ‘touch up’ any areas that need it after you put my whipped cream on and inevitably get hard.”

“Oh, you’re so confident,” I joked. I had to lean into a more confident persona to match her lack of insecurity. I walked to her and stood up straight in front of her.

Alex gathered up a heap of whipped cream and spread it over my ass gingerly. Sure enough, my dick began to respond to her touch and rise.

“See that. We didn’t even get to me yet.” She continued her work. Though the whipped cream stopped her just short of making contact with my dick I couldn’t help but be fully hard within a minute. She applied the cream to the underside of my shaft and pushed my legs open to connect it to the cream on my ass. “Alright, that should hold up nicely, even if you go soft. Which I doubt,” she said, giving her ass a little flirty shake. “Now do me.”

I put the cream into my hands and tried my best to act as ‘professionally’ as she had. Starting at her ass, I smeared the cream over her, and with a racing heart, tried my best to make it look like a bikini.

Sensing how I was covering her ass, Alex looked back. “No, no. Don’t give me your grandma’s bikini. Wipe it off and let’s start over.”

I scraped the cream off with my hand, feeling the heavenly feeling of her firm ass that when not flexed had a delicious bounce to it. After toweling her off, Alex handed me a whipped cream can. “Here, use this to give me a string bikini.”

I started at her hip and as I got closer to the split in her ass, she suddenly spread her stance and pulled her cheeks apart. “Draw the cream right through there.” My dick was in over drive. Did she really not get how insane this was making me?

I sprayed the cream in a line down her crack and over the other hip. Alex turned her body to allow me to keep spraying. I was focusing so hard on keeping the line straight that her bald pussy being directly in my face came as a surprise. I was so close that I had to actively resist the urge to shove my tongue into her.

“Hmmm, I’m thinking a triangle shape there. Give me some coverage, but don’t travel too high. Keep it sexy.”

I did as she commanded and met my cream line to the other hip to complete the bikini. “Not bad,” Alex said, turning to look at herself in the mirror. “Now for these puppies.” She said this as she grabbed a hold of both her breasts, giving them a squeeze, lifting them and dropping them. They bounced and swayed, almost hypnotizing me.

Out of self-preservation, I moved closer to her to start covering them with cream. Out of sight, out of mind. I sprayed on her bikini, remembering the style of my mother’s. Two triangles with a string of cream meeting at that back of her neck.

“That’s cute, good job,” Alex said, looking down to admire my work. “Now let’s decorate. We finished up by placing sprinkles and cherries in strategic spots. Looking in mirror I could see we did a pretty decent job.

Soon we could hear Paul hyping up the crowd. I guess he had found the other couple, but I didn’t see them around. Soon enough, we heard Paul announce, “And let’s hear it for our first couple. Alex and Jason are two very young love birds that have been heating up our beach recently. Some of you might have already got a preview of young Jason’s assets yesterday. I know I enjoyed that view!” The crowd cheered at Paul lecherous calling. “Come on out!”

Alex scooped her arm into mine, careful not to brush against the cream bikini. “Let’s do this. Don’t be afraid to make it fun.” We moved from back stage and into the bright sun. The crowd roared with cheers and seemed to have doubled since I was out before. A throng of mostly naked strangers, pressed up against each other and fueled by alcohol, were cheering us on. The energy was infectious and I couldn’t help but smile.

Alex and I strutted together, and I could see she was having a good time. She smiled and made eye contact with the crowd, almost like she was in a pageant. I tried to match her energy and surprised her by taking her hand and giving her a twirl for the audience. They loved it and cheered with appreciation. As we walked, my dick, covered in cream, flopped around. Alex let me go ahead, and gave my ass a slap. I gave her a mock disapproving look, and we joined arms again, making our way to a chair.

“Look at these lovers’s show each other off. Let’s have our young buck take a seat and his beauty can stand right next to him.”

I sat at the chair and Alex put her hand on my shoulder as she stood next to me. She suddenly squealed and called out, “Hi daddy!” She waved and bounced up and down making her massive tits jump. The crowd responded with more cheers and whistles.

I looked to where she was pointing and saw her father, who I had seen on the beach the day before talking with her. He had a big smile on his face and gave a thumbs up to his whipped cream clad daughter. I couldn’t even imagine what it must be like for a father knowing he was about to watch his incredibly sexy daughter give her fake boyfriend a lapdance on stage in front of leering strangers. It was so strange, but a little hot at the same time.

I took in the crowd, and getting over the discomfort of sitting in a mess of whipped cream, enjoyed being on stage. I could see a lot of the girls in the crowd looking me over approvingly, nudging each other. I made sure to keep my back up and show off my strong torso.

Soon enough, Paul called out again. “Please welcome to the stage our next competitors. I found these two sexy beasts right here in the crowd. Diane is a fiery redhead who will absolutely burn up the stage. And she’s brought her boy-toy I caught her flirting with to the stage to show off his big talent, if you know what I mean. Please welcome, Diane and Brad!”

If this was a few days ago, there’s no way I would have made the connection with the name of the woman called and my mother. But a lot has changed and I knew what was coming. Sure enough, my mom, smiling huge, comes from backstage on the arm of a guy who was barely older than me. He was huge. At least 6’3”, incredibly muscular, and hung like a horse. Flashes of my mom applying the whipped cream to his monster cock flashed through my mind and a bit of jealousy surged up. Somehow my mom in a whipped cream bikini was hotter than her nude. More flashes of this Brad guy liberally applying whipped cream to my mothers luscious ass and perfect tits flitted across my mind. If it wasn’t for the jealousy I’m sure I would be hard as a rock.

“She’s pretty,” Alex said, admiring my mother’s beautiful body.

“Yea, she is,” I acknowledged, not wanting to draw too much attention to my desire.

My mom walked with her graceful legs and bouncing ass across the stage and stood next to her adonis-like man. He sat in the chair that was about 10 feet to my left. Did Paul say something about her flirting with him on the beach? What would dad think? I projected my jealousy onto him to feel more justified in my feelings. My thoughts were interrupted by Paul.

“If you’ve been here before you know the rules of the game. Our beauties will put on a show and give their men the hottest lapdance they can. But don’t get carried away! No penetration and absolutely no cumming! This is a family show after all!” Paul laughed to himself and the crowd cheered. His brand of corny worked perfectly for his role as Master of Ceremonies.

“When the music starts, grind your men!” Paul shouted.

I tried to focus and not stare over, but the few times I did it seemed like my mom was totally ignoring me. She had to know I was right there. Alex gave me a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, I got this. Think you can hold off from busting your load…at least for now?” She winked. Man, she was cool.

Soon the music started playing. Deep base and a steady rhythm beat through the crowd. Alex got straight to work. She walked from my side, swaying her hips to the rhythm. It was such an effortlessly sexy move, I could tell she had some experience. Her hair bounced to the rhythm as she spun her hips and bopped her head. She stopped in front of me with her legs close together, put her hand on my knee and bent over. I got a glimpse of her whipped cream laden tits hanging down while the crowd got a view of her ass. They roared with excitement. She was so sexy I dared not look away, despite seeing movement from my mom out of the corner of my eye.

Alex lifted her heels to the beat, letting her tits and ass jiggle with each pulse, until the beat dropped, and she took that opportunity to spread her legs out. The crowd erupted with a cheer as they got a full view of her pussy covered in cream. She looked up at me and smiled, enjoying the attention. Through her legs, I couldn’t help notice her father looking on approvingly. His hand had moved to his own hard cock as he gently stroked watching his daughter dance. Several of the men in the audience had become aroused and made no effort to hide the fact that they were jerking off too.

Alex slow walked her hands up my thighs but spun around before reaching my waiting cock to give me a view of her ass and the crowd a view of her front. By this point, my dick was at full length and the whipped cream barely covered it at all. Alex moved herself back with both hands on my knees, and her ass lightly grazing my aching cock. Being on display in this way was so intensely erotic, I had no doubt that if Alex wanted she could make me burst in a second. I gripped the sides of the chair to avoid stroking my dick. To make matters worse, I looked over to see my mom grinding, with full contact, Brad’s groin. She bit her lips and Brad appeared to be loving it. His hands held my mother’s hips directly over his dick. I could see flashes of his enormous, hard member sliding on her asscrack with each thrust my mother gave

“Uh oh, looks like Diane couldn’t help herself. For his sake, I hope Brad can last.” Paul bellowed into the microphone. Brad was in heaven, but at the announcement, my mom hopped off of him and he gave her a slap on the ass as playful punishment. Fuck that was hot.

Not to be outdone, Alex grabbed my chin and yanked me to focus on her in a playful but powerful move. Alex sat on my lap facing me, careful to not slide her pussy into my shaft (that would have been game over), then grabbed the back of the chair and arched her head back to look at the crowd. A true showman. I was treated to her full, wonderful breasts heaving in front of me. Alex took one hand out to the crowd, then ran it over her tits to scrape the whipped cream off, leaving her bare. They went wild, and so did I. It took everything in me not to shove my cock deep into her. Alex then playfully slapped my face with the cream, grabbed my head and pulled me into her tits for a motorboat. Her soft skin and pillowy breasts surrounded my face. I grabbed her tits and drank deeply from her nipples. Losing myself completely, I sucked her nipples and licked wherever I could. Alex did nothing to stop me, and moaned in delight.

A few more seconds of that and I would have cum for sure, but suddenly I heard a commotion and the crowd yell “Ohhhhh!.”

Alex shifted her body reluctantly, and we turned our attention to the where the crowd was staring. My mom was on her knees, kneeling in front of the seated Brad, looking up at him with a shocked look on her face. It looked as if they had been taken over by the same lust as us, but my mom made the mistake of pushing Brad too far and jerking his dick in a mock blowjob. A mix of cream and cum was splattered across her face and dripped down her chest. Brad held a look of satisfaction that turned to embarrassment as Paul called out, “Looks like Brad couldn’t help himself and shot his load too soon. Alex and Jason are our winners!”

The crowd cheered and Alex squealed with excitement. “We did it! Good job hanging in there stud.” I smiled but kept looking over at my mom in a mix of awe and shock. My mom, to her credit, took the loss in stride. She stood up next to Brad, cum still staining her face, and smiled. One eye was shut owing to a glob of Brad.

“And to our winners, a romantic dinner for two at any of our finer resort restaurants.” Paul held up mine and Alex’s hands as if we were prize fighters. I could see my mom being ushered off-stage, and was about to go to her, when Alex pulled my attention.

“Romantic dinner, ey? Find me on the beach tomorrow, and we can plan out our date.”

I blushed for some reason. Despite everything that we just did, I still was getting little warm fuzzy butterflies in my stomach at the thought of dating this gorgeous girl. “Of course. Looking forward to it.”

Alex then bounced off and I watched her jump up to give her father a hug. I for sure caught his hard cock get smashed between them as she pressed in for a hug. “Jesus,” I thought to myself, “What a dad.”

I went backstage to find my mom, but it was empty. I felt a hard slap on my ass and turned to see Paul. Of course.

“Great work out there. For a fake couple, you and Alex had great chemistry.”

“Thanks. Have you seen my m–uhh. I mean have you seen Diane?”

“Oh?” Paul gave a wry smile. “You just have to have them all, don’t you? Yea, I saw her heading back to the resort. Probably going back to shower some of Brad off of her.” Paul laughed to himself as he walked away.

I wiped myself down with a towel and headed over to the resort. Halfway there I realized I had left my clothes back at the stage and apparently hadn’t even cared to remember them. I just knew I had to get back and see my mom after everything that just happened.

I entered my room and went through the adjoining door to my parents’ room.

“Mom?” I called. I entered the bedroom and heard the shower running. Through the steamy glass I could see my mom’s sexy figure. Without thinking I opened the door and entered. My mother turned to me with only slight surprise.

“Jason?” She made no attempt to cover up and both of us were aware of the small distance between us. “Is everything OK, sweetie?” Her face was sweet. She was still a little flushed from the show, or maybe the heat of the shower. Her red hair was wet and stuck to her shoulders. Her sexiness and sweetness were overwhelming. I breathed heavy.

I wanted to ask her if she was OK with what happened. I wanted to understand how she wound up with some hung stranger on stage with me. I wanted so much.

I wanted to take her to myself most of all. Without saying a word, I closed the distance between my mother and I and kissed her on the lips. Our bodies crashed together and I felt her wet slippery skin slide smoothly over mine.

My mom held her head back ever so slightly as our lips met, but then pressed into me hard. We kissed deeply and hungrily, as if we had built to this moment for years. My hands went everywhere on her as the water soaked us both. She pushed me away slight and looked up at me. I looked at her, afraid she would stop. I didn’t want to stop feeling my cock press against her and was thankful she hadn’t actually let go of me.

“What’s this all of a sudden?” she asked. It wasn’t an accusation or a serious question. It was more playful.

“Why’d you let that guy cum on you? What about dad?” I asked, not admitting that I was actually jealous.

Moms know better of course. “Is that why you are upset? I let someone other than your father shoot their load onto my face.” With that she reached down and gripped my hard cock. “Mmmm, you and your father share some similarities.” She lightly stroked me, the water helping her glide easily up and down. “Maybe you wanted to be the one to cum on me?”

Mom backed me up and gently pushed me to sit on the marble bench in the shower, never taking her hand off my cock. Stroking lightly, she lowered herself to her knees and looked me in the eyes as she wrapped her lips around the head of my penis. I moaned as pleasure surged through me. “Yes. Oh god, yes.” It was as if she had me on puppet strings.

“Good boy,” she purred and began licking my shaft. “You think you can cum for mommy more than once?”

I struggled to get words out. “Mmhhmmm. Yes.”

“Yes what?”

I knew exactly what she wanted to hear. It’s what I wanted, too.

“Yes, mommy.”

My mom smiled and took me deep into her mouth. She rocked her head fast, taking my whole length each time like a professional. The feeling was intense, but the sight of her pale glistening body and wet red hair pouring down her back was incredible. She lifted her head and coaxed me with her hand. “Come on. Cum for mommy baby. Cum for mommy.”

She went back to deep throating before moving to the head of my dick again. One hand began to massage my balls just in time to feel them tighten and my body tense. I was so built up from before, and my mom’s shift from sweet to controlling was so intensely erotic, I couldn’t last long.

“Cum for me baby. Stand up.”

I did as she asked and stood while she stayed on her knees.

“Soak my face like you saw before. Make mommy proud. Show me how you can cum for me.” She stroked harder and harder until it was too much. I looked at her one last time. Her face was eager and hungry for my cum. I felt myself well up and finally closed my eyes as I shot the load that had been building up during the strip show and in the shower all over my mother. I pushed my hand onto the wall to hold myself steady as my legs became weak. I could feel loads and loads of cum ropes shoot forward.

Finally, I looked down to see my mother’s smiling face, absolutely covered in me. “That’s my big strong boy,” she said as she licked her lips and scooped more cum into her mouth. “You even taste like your father.”

My head was in a fog of pleasure and I barely registered her saying, “Did Lily like how you tasted?”

I opened my eyes wide and look at her in shock. “You know?”

My mom laughed. “I do now. Naughty kids. Now get up. We aren’t done.”

That’s right. I promised her I could cum again. I wanted so bad not to let her down. Despite my weak knees, I stood as she asked. At this point, I would do anything for her.

My mom backed up while staring me up and down, taking in the view of my strong body and healthy cock. Soon the shower’s spray was over her head and soaking her. What was left of my cum washed down her body. I looked over her perfect form as she gently rubbed her breasts and her hands made their way south. She spread her pussy lips with one hand, showing me how bright red and pink she was. She lightly circled her clit and teased herself. I knew she was putting on a show for me and giving me time to get my strength back up.

I took it as a challenge, and walked to her confidently. I kissed her deeply and massaged her breasts. Soon, without disturbing her hand, I moved my own to her pussy and slipped two of my fingers into her.

My mom gasped with pleasure and I felt her body rise initially, then settle down on my hand. We stayed like this for a while, pushed against the shower wall, with me exploring the inside of her pussy with my fingers, and her mouth with my tongue. Our wet bodies writhed together and I felt my cock growing again, pushing up against her.

Wordlessly my mom lifted one leg up and I held it. Looking her in the eyes, I held the shaft of my hard cock and guided it into her. She screamed in pleasure. “Yes, baby. Oh you fill me up.” Her moans of pleasure and encouragement made me feel like I grew another few inches, and I pushed even deeper. I thrust myself in and out her, still pressing her against the shower wall. My mother held onto my back and explored my strong body. I could tell she enjoyed running her hands over my muscles, and feeling the shape of my ass.

My mother suddenly gave me a look of intense desire and shifted her position to bend down in front of me. Both of us standing, with her bent, she presented me with her incredibly shapely ass. She put her hands on the shower wall and looked back at me almost shyly. “I want to you fuck me hard, Jason. Fuck me like a man.” I didn’t need to be told twice. In one movement I took a step and put myself in her. She wanted it rough so I made no effort to ease it in. She screamed with pleasure and I felt her body tighten around my dick. I fucked her hard, and she continued to beg me to pound harder. Not waiting for permission, I gave her amble ass a slap and felt its firmness under my hand. Her body jolted in surprise with each slap. Two, three, four; until her pale skin bore my hand mark.

“Oh, bad boy,” my mom cried, but in pleasure more than pain. She shifted again, now standing and facing me. I could tell she enjoyed shifting the power between us back and forth. She was in charge now. She grabbed my rock hard dick and used it to push me back to the marble bench. I landed hard on my ass, and it seemed like she leaped up like a tiger onto my lap and wrapped her legs around me. I held her lower back for support and I entered her again.

My mother rode me expertly. Her gymnast training coming in handy as she bucked and contorted her body in incredible ways. The pleasure was indescribable. At the same time, she worked her clit and I could tell she was close to cumming herself.

“Are you going to cum in your mommy?” she asked, and with that put her hands around my neck and pounded me hard. She lifted herself almost the full length of my cock before pounding down again. I could tell she loved the feeling of being drilled deep. Her white skin began to flush, which against her bright red hair, seemed so erotic.

Her flushed skin, and her focused effort as she pounded on top of me pushed me to a place where all I could think about was satiating my desire. Taking control back again, I suddenly grabbed her hips to hold her steady and rapidly pounded myself into her. Her body shook and her eyes opened wide in surprised ecstasy. We rutted like this for what seemed to be an eternity, wrapped in unthinking, animal pleasure. We grunted and sweat in the steam of the shower. My mother’s body grew more and more taut as she hunched herself in response to the building pressure. From her stomach I could see the abdominal muscles flexed and tight.

As we both grew closer to climax, I felt my dick pushing deeper and knew she was pushing herself down onto me harder. She wanted to cum. She lifted one hand and began rapidly circling her clit. I felt the walls of her pussy close tighter on my dick, and the sensation pushed me closer.

Suddenly my mother erupted with a groan and a scream as she came. She froze as shock waves of pleasure took over her body. Seeing this pushed me over the edge and before I could pull out I emptied myself into her. A brief thought of surprise passed across my mind at how much I could cum after having just sprayed my mom across the face earlier. It felt like I filled her to the brim with my cum, and her pussy pulsed in thanks.

My mother’s body collapsed onto me and I held her. There was no rush to detangle as we sat there moaning softly while our muscles relaxed. Eventually my mom lifted her torso, keeping me in her, and ran her hands over my chest. “You’ve become such a man.” Owing to her touches, my dick twinged a bit.

Feeling this, my mom laughed and stood up. “Oh no, I think we should have a breather, young man. Your mommy is sore from that pounding you just gave her.”

We showered and cleaned the sex off of us. Just like Lily and I before, we enjoyed soaping each other up, and playfully exploring our bodies.

After the shower we dried off and my mom started pushing me to the adjoining door. I was confused. I wanted to stay there forever. I wanted to do THAT forever.

“It’s late and your father is going to be back soon. I’m not sure how I am going to explain the bright red hand mark on my ass to him.” We both looked at my artwork and she shrugged. “Now get to your room, young man,” she joked.

I went through the door and she closed it behind me. Just like that, with a “young man” and sending me to my room, my mom re-shifted the balance from whatever the hell we just were, back to mother and son. I flopped myself onto the bed and played the events of the day out until I drifted to sleep in contented exhaustion.

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