Mother and son go to the beach… Family taboo incest stories.. John stretched out on the beach, enjoying the warm sun that beat down upon him. He lay on a large towel and beneath a great big beach umbrella. He wore a t-shirt and a bathing suit with nothing underneath. Beside him was another towel, empty at the moment. But the 18-year-old was not concerned with that. More pressing was the girl laying some distance down the beach. She was on her stomach with her top open and John was enjoying an eyeful of the side of her breast. The soft curve of it glistened erotically. As he watched, the young woman rolled back and forth a little. Her breast rolled as well, teasing John with just a hint of her nipple. He felt an erection growing in his bathing suit and pulled his feet up towards his butt, his knees in the air, to hide it.
As he enjoyed the view, he caught glimpse of an amazingly hot woman out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head to face her. In her late thirties, this woman had blonde, lustrous hair that was a little bit longer than shoulder length. Like John, she too wore a t-shirt, except hers was pulled tight across her chest, showing off her supple and full breasts. She had on thigh-length khaki shorts as well, allowing for a generous view of her long, smooth sun-browned legs. Concealed beneath was her bathing suit, although anyone who looked closely could see the outline of her top against her tight t-shirt and her bikini bottom against her tight ass.
She walked directly towards John, catching his eyes with her soft green eyes as she got near. She flashed a smile, which John returned. Soon she stood beside him, looking down.
“Hi, mom,” John said.
“Hey babe,” his mom returned. She sat down on the second towel, glad to be out of the hot sun. Still smiling, she leaned over to kiss her son on the cheek. “How was school?”
“Oh, alright,” he replied, not really paying attention. He was still focused on the topless girl, gazing now at her ass. His erection continued to grow.
“Just alright?” John did not respond, so enthralled was he by the young girl’s ass. “Babe?” He looked over at his mom, and was suddenly embarrassed by his rather large erection. It was hidden by his bent legs, but he was still embarrassed. He flushed.
“Oh, umm, yeah. Just alright.” His bright-red face did not go unnoticed.
“Wow, are you red. Are you feeling ok?” Gently, she reached over to touch his cheek with the back of her hand. John nodded, feeling uncomfortable that his mom was touching him when he had an erection. He pushed her hand away.
“Yeah, I’m alright. It’s just hot.” His mom nodded, satisfied by the answer, and stretched out on the towel.
“Mmph,” she mumbled, closing her eyes.
John glanced over at her. Her arms were crossed behind her head, causing her shirt to ride up her stomach a little. Her bikini bottom could just be seen coming out the side of her shorts. That made John remember something.
“Hey, I got the lotion you wanted.” She opened her eyes and looked over at him. Normally she had her husband rub lotion on her before these afternoon visits to the beach. She knew how awkward her son would feel applying it for her. But she had recently run out of sun-tan lotion and had asked John to pick it up on his way here.
“Great! Just…” She trailed off, uncertain if he would mind.
“Just what?”
“Could you rub it on my back for me? You know how easily I burn, and I plan to do a lot of tanning and swimming shortly.”
John sighed. He had really been looking forward to spending a little longer gazing at that girl. But he could hardly deny his mom this small favor, as close as they were. “Yeah, alright.”
His mom grinned. As John fished out the lotion, she sat up and crossed her arms in front of her chest to grab the bottom of her shirt. Slowly she lifted her shirt up, and John turned with the lotion, waiting. Her abdomen became fully visible as she arched her back to pull off the t-shirt. Then her chest came into view. She was wearing a bikini top that was just a little too small for her generous breasts. They weren’t exactly spilling out, but they were close. She finished talking off the shirt and then laid out on her stomach, her head resting on her arms. She turned to look over and up at her son.
“Okay babe.”
Hunched over to still hide his lingering erection, John moved towards his mom and kneeled beside. He squirted some lotion onto his mom’s upper back and pressed his palms against the back of her shoulders. Gently he began to rub her brown skin, spreading the slick lotion. He rubbed his hands around and around, above her bikini strap. His fingers slid slightly down her sides as well, just below her armpits. John did not feel awkward doing this for his mom. He was mature enough to think nothing of it.
His mom, meanwhile, simply enjoyed the sensation.
Finished with the top of her back, John squirted more lotion, this time on her lower back. He pushed his hands into the curve of her lower back, rubbing and touching his mom. A soft moan escaped his mom’s lips at the sudden pressure on her lower back, but John did not hear it. He continued to rub her lower back.
She had not meant to moan at her son’s touch. It had surprised her quite a bit, especially due to its blatantly sexually nature – she had felt the massage fully between her legs. So while the event itself was troubling, the sensation that had caused it certainly was not. She decided to just try and forget about it.
John did not make it easy. Innocently he continued to rub her lower back, but his mom remained aroused. If anything, she grew more turned on as her son slid his hands up her back. His fingers reached underneath the string of her bikini top, and rubbed out to either side of her back. Driven by an unknown force, she reached back and guided one of those hands further down, so that his fingertips were touching the side of her breast.
“I burn very easily there,” she lied.
John nodded absently. He let the fingers of both of his hands slide down over the sides of his mom’s breasts. His mom gasped softly as he rubbed them up and down, massaging her breasts. She felt one finger actually brush against her nipple. Then, sadly, the fingers were gone, trailing down her lower back. His mom was not one to question anything that felt as good as this, so she decided she would milk it for all it was worth. The thought that this was her son was pushed to the back of her consciousness. It felt good, so she wanted more.
She felt that her son’s hands were not going that low on her back, so she said, “Babe? Could you get lower too please?”
“Okay mom.” He applied a little more lotion to her lower back and resumed rubbing. His hands moved down the waistband of her shorts, sliding back and forth across her skin. The shorts were very low so his hands were touching just above his mom’s ass. He felt nothing regarding what he was doing, but his mom was just the opposite. It was everything she could do to stifle a moan, one that this time her son would certainly hear. She buried her mouth in her arm, but the heat between her legs would not cooperate. A moan escaped her body, drowned by her arms, and still her son touched her.
Holding her breath, she called softly to John. “The sides as well.” Her sides tingled in anticipation, long before the hands made their way there. One she did feel her son’s slick hands and fingers begin to rub and caress her sides just above her hips, she moaned loudly.
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