As the clock struck midnight and I felt my mother's soft lips on mine, I couldn't help but reflect on how we got here. The tension had been building all week, ever since Mom arrived on Christmas Eve, yet I never imagined things happening the way they did. I guess I have my wife, Amy, to thank for that.
Mom flew down to Miami for the holiday week. Being a teacher, the Christmas break was one of the few times a year she would get to visit. Mom and I had always been close, but when Dad passed away a few years ago, Amy and I made sure to be extra present to her.
"Thanks for having me down," Mom said as she started to unpack.
"Don't be silly, Jill. We love having you here. You are actually really lucky. The weather last week was horrible, but this week should be perfect for getting some sun," Amy smiled.
"Please, Amy, remember, call me Mom. I can't wait to get a tan. The sky in New York has been positively gray," Mom told us.
"Well, it is settled then. How about you get comfortable, and then we can head over to the beach? There is still plenty of time to catch some rays," I noted.
"Sounds great," Mom said.
As Amy and I left Mom alone to unpack, we couldn't help but comment on how good she looked.
"Is it me, or does your Mom look hot?" Amy observed.
"Amy!" I shot back at her.
"Oh, come on. Just because she is your mother doesn't mean you can't appreciate her beauty. Besides, what guy doesn't have a little thing for their mom?" she responded.
My wife wasn't wrong. For as long as I could remember, Mom had found her way into my sexual fantasies. While I didn't like to admit it, I compared every woman I had ever dated to her.
"She does look good. It seems like she has really gotten in shape since Dad died. I wonder if she is dating?" I said.
"Or fucking," Amy chimed in.
I smiled at the thought of Mom meeting some random guy on a dating site and bringing him home for some fun.
"Shit!" we heard Mom yell.
We ran back to her, worried that something horrible had happened.
"Are you okay?" I shouted while busting into her room.
"John!" Mom screeched.
I was shocked by what I saw. Mom stood there in all her glory, completely naked. While I had pictured Mom nude many times, the reality of it was so much better. Her full tits were topped with dark brown areola and nipples that were rock hard. As my eyes scanned her body, I was shocked to see that except for a small, neatly trimmed sliver of brown and gray hair, her pussy was completely shaved.
Mom tried her best to cover her tits and pussy with her hands, but my sudden intrusion didn't leave her a lot of time to hide her assets.
"Turn around," she shouted.
"Sorry," I sheepishly said.
Giggling, Amy asked if everything was okay.
"I was in the middle of changing, and I realized I left all my bathing suits at home," Mom explained.
"Oh, that is no problem at all. I have some bikinis that would look amazing on you," Amy said.
"That would be great. Sorry for yelling at you, John. I just didn't expect you, and well, I am naked," Mom chuckled.
"It's okay. I'll leave you to change," I said.
"I'll be right back. I'll grab some bikinis for you to try on," Amy added.
I left the two of them alone and went to change into my swim trunks. As I pulled off my shorts, my cock sprung to life. My dick was throbbing and begging for attention. Mom's nude body flooded my mind's eye as my hand gently stroked my dick.
Waves of guilt coursed through me, yet I couldn't stop myself from picturing Mom's tits while touching myself.
"Oh, Mommy. Suck my dick," I quietly groaned.
I lost myself in the moment, completely oblivious to everything around me. All I could think about was Mom's naked body pressed against mine.
While it had only been a few minutes, I was close to cumming. Unexpectedly, I heard Amy clearing her voice from across the room. My eyes shot open as I saw her standing there naked, watching me.
"Oh my god. Amy, how long have you been there?" I frantically asked.
"Probably around, "Oh, Mommy, suck my dick," my wife laughed.
"This isn't funny," I tried to say with a serious tone.
"Oh, come on. If you can't laugh about being caught masturbating thinking about your mother, what can you laugh at? Besides, she is hot," Amy smiled.
Despite feeling embarrassed by being caught, my cock still screamed for attention. I walked over to my wife and pulled her naked body into mine.
"Ooh, someone is frisky. Mommy has gotten you all hot and bothered. I bet you would love to fill my cunt up with your cum," Amy growled.
My wife's words were all the encouragement I needed. I spun her around, pulled her hips towards me, and pushed her against the wall. My cock was already covered in precum as I ran my dick up and down Amy's drenched labia. I was shocked to see how wet she was, but it was clear that teasing me about Mom was having as much an effect on her as it was on me.
"Do it," Amy grunted.
I pushed forward, thrusting my throbbing cock into her. We knew this had to be quick and quiet, but I was still determined to make my wife cum.
With one hand, I reached around to rub her clit, while my other hand muzzled her mouth to keep her silent. Amy shoved her hips back against my cock, meeting my every plunge. Our bodies moved in unison as the two of us inched closer to orgasm.
"You are so bad. I can't believe how much you liked seeing me touch myself thinking of Mom," I panted.
Mentioning Mom seemed to set something off in Amy. Her body began to shake uncontrollably, and a flash of wetness engulfed my dick. Sweat dripped down my forehead as I fucked my wife harder, hoping to join her in her orgasm.
My hand slipped off Amy's mouth, allowing her to speak freely.
"Do it, John. Cum in me. Think about Mom's wonderful, succulent tits as you fill my cunt," Amy teased.
Lightning shot through me as spurt after spurt of cum, filled my wife's pussy.
With a slight plop, my now limp dick slipped out of Amy, leaving behind a creamy mess.
"That was intense," Amy smiled back at me.
"Wow. Yeah. About what you said..." I started before being cut off.
"Don't think about it. That was a lot of fun. We better get dressed before your mom begins to suspect what we are doing," Amy said before going to the bathroom to wash off and change.
Twenty minutes later, the three of us were in a cab as if nothing had happened. With a case of beer, some towels, and tanning oil in hand, we set ourselves up on the sandy shore.
The beach was full of college co-eds on winter break. It was hard not to notice all the sexy young bodies in barely-there bikinis. My libido was working overtime as I watched them prance around practically naked.
Yet, when Amy revealed her bikini body, all my attention turned to her. Amy wore a simple black string bikini. The suit was basically a few triangle pieces of cloth held together with some strings. The suit barely contained all of Amy's assets, leaving her body fully on display.
Amy reveled in the stares by all the onlookers. She worked hard on her body and she loved the attention she got when she showed it off.
Mom, on the other hand, seemed less sure about undressing in front of all the hard Miami bodies.
"You know that bikini isn't going to magically show itself," Amy said.
"I'm fine. I don't know how I feel about wearing your bikini in public. Hell, I mean, look at all those college girls over there. I feel silly wearing a bikini like this so close to them," Mom remarked.
"You are beautiful, Mom," I earnestly said.
Mom looked at me, slightly bemused. She was clearly shocked by my comment. However, something about it must have changed her mind.
Our gaze met as she reached for the bottom of her white coverup and slowly pulled it over her head. My eyes must have bulged out of my head because Mom suddenly seemed self-conscious. Yet, I couldn't stop myself from ogling her.
Mom's bikini was the exact same one Amy wore. While the bikini was the same, the way it fit her was completely different. The top was a size or two too small, leaving the bottom and sides of her tits barely contained, while the thong bottom disappeared into her ass and left the faintest of camel toe.
"Whoo hoo," Amy hollered, "You look like a fox, Mom."
"Shush you," Mom sneered.
Amy and I just smiled at each other, enjoying the view before us.
"If I am going to wear this silly thing, I am going to need one of those," she said, reaching for the beer.
I handed Amy and Mom a beer and joined them for a drink.
"To a wonderful vacation," I cheered.
"And to wild adventures," Amy added.
The three of us sipped our beers while enjoying the refreshing ocean air.
"We better put on some protection if we don't want to get burned," Mom said.
"Always the mother," I laughed.
"I brought tanning oil with SPF. I hope that is okay. I can help you put some on after I am done if you like," Amy offered Mom.
"That would be great," she said.
Amy splashed a generous amount of oil into her hands and gingerly glided across her golden skin. Starting at the top of her neck, Amy's hands caressed her skin, leaving behind a shimmering glow. Oil dripped from her hands down to the top of her bikini, leaving a shiny trail in its wake.
She ran her hands over her large chest, down her stomach, and over her hips. Each gesture seemed deliberate as if she were putting on a show for Mom and me.
As she made her way down her legs, she spread them wide, exposing her crotch. Gracefully, she lifted each leg, massaging the oil from her feet up to her muscular thighs. Her fingers trailed the outline of her thong, gently stroking the sensitive skin around her vulva. Amy's head flung back, her eyes closed, as she lost herself to her touch.
I couldn't look away, and I wasn't the only one. At this point, Mom was openly gawking at my wife. Mom was shifting around while she subtly touched her chest. I was gobsmacked! Mom was getting turned on by my wife.
Moments later, Amy finished up and offered to help Mom apply the tanning oil.
"Um, ugh, that would be great," Mom uttered.
