Jen picked up her bag, checking their spot on the beach to make sure she wasn't forgetting anything. Satisfied she had it all, she set out to follow her husband, Allan, to the bank of change room tents. Her pace was slow and lazy and she did a lot of people watching as she meandered along the sand. She loved the beach, but a day in the sun made her drowsy. She was ready to get out of the sun and find somewhere cool to have dinner.
She looked back to make sure Ben, their son, was coming too. Smiling, she noted again that he was very suited to hanging out at the beach. His tanned, muscular, chest had all of the girls swooning that day, something he hadn't failed to notice. More than once Jen had watched as he talked to a group of girls his age, but it wasn't just the ones his age who were watching. She had noted many of the older women keeping an eye on him as well.
Ben, bringing up the rear, smiled at her and picked up his pace to a jog, passing her to join his father. Several female heads turned to watch. He was certainly enjoying the attention, as any 19-year-old straight man would.
They made their way to the change tents, which were a 10-minute walk up the beach, but by the time she arrived both Allan and Ben had disappeared into them. How had they bypassed the long line of people waiting to use them?
She called out softly, "Allan!"
"Here!" came the returning call, and she headed to the tent that seemed most likely.
Trying to avoid the stares of the people in line, Jen ducked into the tent quickly. She was confused to see that the naked man inside wasn't her husband. She let out an 'eep' when she recognized her son, fully naked, facing away from her. Hearing her exclamation, Ben turned around, a confused look on his face.
She couldn't help it; it was human nature to look. As he turned, she glanced down at his crotch, and she was stunned to see a hefty penis dangling between his legs. It was of decent length and girth even when soft, and the circumcised head topped the package off perfectly. She had never seen one so well formed. It was truly beautiful, as if carved to portray a Greek god.
What should have been a quick dip of the eyes turned into a thorough examination, as she involuntarily committed it all to memory. The length, width, texture and colour. Belatedly she dragged her eyes up to see Ben staring at her, his face red. He covered up and whispered, "Mom!"
Jen shook her head and stammered out, "Sorry, wrong tent."
She ducked out and found there was another tent behind her son's. She called out again and was happy to hear Allan's voice inside. She hurried in and made sure to avoid looking directly at him, sure that he would see how red her face was from the awkward encounter next door.
She started to change quickly, trying to rationalize what had happened. Walking in on her son was a mistake, plain and simple. It could happen to anyone. No one was hurt. She would just apologize. She hadn't meant to stare, she was surprised. She kept up the stream of excuses as she took her bikini top off, and it was only as she rubbed the sand off of her breasts did she register that she was in a rather heightened state of arousal. Her nipples were rock hard, the size of thimbles, poking straight out. She couldn't resist pinching one of them, feeling an echoing pulse in her pussy. Her moist pussy.
Embarrassed, Jen listened for Allan to finish changing and leave. Him being gone eased her anxiety that he would see how aroused she was. Her rationalization mantra of the encounter with Ben changed to rationalizing her arousal. It was a normal reaction to seeing an attractive penis, no matter who it was attached to. She didn't have control over her body's natural functions. It would be weird not to be turned on at least a little bit by a naked cock so close to her.
She paused and let out a big sigh. The mental gymnastics were silly. It wasn't a big deal, she just needed to apologize.
Jen finished changing into some half pants and a sleeveless button-up white blouse and grabbed her bag. Outside both Allen and Ben were waiting, dressed in similar light summer wear.
With a deep breath, Jen said, "Sorry I walked in on you. I mistook which tent your father was in."
Allan raised an eyebrow while Ben said, "Don't worry about it. You didn't see anything, I'm sure."
She laughed in relief at his olive branch and jumped on it. "Yes, that's true. Still, I should have made sure I had the right tent." She pushed the memory of her son's penis away.
Allan shrugged. "No harm, no foul. Let's get something to eat."
They made their way to their hotel and ate a delicious meal at the house restaurant. Nothing fancy, but filling.
As they did, they discussed the itinerary for the next day. Allan had their trip down the coast fairly well scheduled, but there was enough wiggle room to be spontaneous. Tomorrow was not a wiggle room day. They had to pack up and check out and then drive for a few hours to the next town over where they had another hotel booked. Jen hated these days, as it took so much convincing for Allen to stop for a spontaneous side adventure, but she had to admit that he tried to keep time open other days.
After dinner Allan went from the restaurant to the bar to have a few drinks and see if there was a hockey game on. Ben left to go find some trouble, probably in the form of a girl. Jen just wanted to hang out in the hotel room before bed. She got to their room and had a cool shower before changing into a knee length nightie. She watched her full breasts bounce in the mirror as she wiggled to get the material to drop after bunching up on her hips. She winked in the mirror at herself. She enjoyed watching her body move even at 40 years old. She brushed out her long, auburn hair and drank a glass of water before climbing into the bed furthest from the washroom. All three of them were sharing a room with two queen beds to save on costs and so she was careful to wear appropriate clothing at all times.
She lazily flipped through the channels available, and by nine o'clock felt herself drifting to sleep, so she turned the TV off.
Several hours later she woke to the sound of her husband breathing next to her. He was snoring a bit, which he usually did after a few drinks. The spike of pressure in her bladder reminded her why she woke up, so she rolled out of bed to use the toilet. The room was pitch black and she stumbled half-awake to the washroom. She kept the light off and went pee in the dark before stumbling back to bed.
Somehow her husband had rolled over to her side after she left, so she had to wiggle and shove some room for her to lay down. Her attempts to make room caused him to roll over, giving her enough room to get fully under the covers. Sleep returned.
Sometime later she woke up again to feel her husband pressed up against her side, his hand on her breast. She patted it absently, and he squeezed her boob in return, sending a pleasurable warmth through her body. She looked to see if he was asleep, or if he was looking for some action. In the dark all she could make out was his outline, but he did seem to be sleeping. She was disappointed that he wasn't trying to start something, but also glad because Ben was in the same room.
She lay there a minute, drifting off to sleep again when she felt something stir against her thigh. She smiled as the movement crept up her leg and eventually formed into an iron rod poking into her hip. Thinking she'd like a feel of her own, Jen moved her hand down and found his cock by feel, encased in his boxers. She wormed her hand into the hole in the front of his underwear, and lightly wrapped her hand around his erect cock. A grin spread across her face in delight at how hard it was, but then faded away in confusion. This wasn't the normal penis she was used to! Quickly tearing her hand out of the underwear, she pushed to the edge of the bed, Ben's hand falling off of her breast. He reached out to her, mumbling in his sleep, but she kept going and fell onto the floor with a thump.
Her heart beating fast, she paused to make sure no one had heard her. Satisfied they were all asleep, she stood up and walked to her own bed. She was glad to join her husband in their bed. It took her a long time to calm down enough to fall asleep. In that time, she did her best to push the feel of her son's erect penis far, far down in her mind. That wasn't something she wanted to dwell on.
