Janet's frustration with her husband grew more pronounced the longer the conversation went on. She took a deep breath and said, "Listen, John. The twins are only home for another month before they leave for college. They deserve a vacation after graduation. I know you don't want to go, but it's not about you this time. OK?"
John knew he would lose this one. He had thrown out every lame excuse he could to change Janet's mind, but it obviously wasn't going to work. The four of them would go to Florida, spend a week in a too-small rented condo, quickly grow tired of each other, and come back in worse moods than when they left. He also knew it would be another full week without sex. He and Janet rarely had sex as it was, let alone in a condo with the kids around. The entire scenario reeked of disaster. Except, of course, he would get to be around his daughter Aimee in her bikini. That just might salvage the entire affair.
The last thing on Janet's mind was sex, which was never good with John to begin with and had grown even more mundane as the years went on. This was about spending quality time with the kids she loved before turning into an empty nester at thirty-nine. She had dreaded for some time the idea of having only John to talk to. Yes, she briefly considered having the affairs that two co-workers proposed to her. However, both times she backed out in favor of keeping the family together.
In the back of her mind, keeping her weight down and her figure slim was always a priority in case John suddenly was the one who left. She never ruled it out. Her fears were somewhat allayed knowing that other men considered her 'cute' and her tits and ass were as firm as when she was in high school. She also knew that, with the right partner, she could be as good at sex as any other woman.
The twins, Eric and Aimee, were only eighteen years old, but they understood what was happening with their parents. The tension never exposed itself with shouting or violence, but the coolness between John and Janet was evident to anyone living in the same house. As a result, the kids tended to be away with their own friends a lot to avoid the hassle at home. They didn't talk to each other about it very much, but both of them harbored feelings about their parents.
Upon arriving at the condo, John was pleasantly surprised. The three-bedroom, two bath home was plenty spacious and would be more than adequate. The owners left a stack of fliers on the kitchen table highlighting various activities and near-by sites. John and Eric quickly became interested in the half-day fishing excursion. Janet and Aimee browsed the list of malls and outlets. They all looked over the list of restaurants and chose a favorite.
The master bedroom was down one hallway off the living room while two more bedrooms were off a hallway on the opposite side of the condo. This arrangement suited everyone after a brief dispute between the kids on who got which bedroom. The family disbursed and unpacked.
Eric and Aimee changed into bathing suits and were on the beach in fifteen minutes. John and Janet were a little more deliberate, taking time to check out the kitchen and determining what provisions were needed when they went grocery shopping. That chore took them until dinner time and a restaurant was decided upon by John, Eric, and Aimee, overruling the urgings of Janet that they eat the food she just bought.
All except Janet slept well that night after a day of traveling and exploring their new surroundings. She spent much of the darkness thinking about the kids going to college and the void it would leave in her life. She was determined to make this vacation memorable and to strengthen the bond between herself, Eric, and Aimee.
The weather forecast for the next morning wasn't great, and it was worse than that. Steady rain fell with no sign of letting up. The earliest it was predicted to end was mid-afternoon. With that in mind, John and Aimee decided to go to a movie around noon. Eric moped around the condo in his bathing suit and played on his computer. Janet went shopping.
"Are your father and sister at the movie?" she asked Eric when she got back.
"Yep. Just left," he replied.
"I bought a couple things I didn't try on," she told him. "I better see if they fit so I can take them back before we leave, if I have to."
Eric lazily signaled his agreement without ever looking up from the computer. Janet lugged the shopping bags back to the master bedroom and tossed them onto a chair. She had pushed the door behind her, but it never completely closed, as was her habit at home when nobody was around. She took off her shoes and spent a moment in the bathroom.
When she returned, she passed the largest mirrored dresser and pulled a skirt from one of the bags. She moved toward the center of the room, but stopped when she saw something in the mirror. With her back to the door and an eye on the mirror, she confirmed her first suspicion. Eric was in the hallway. Not standing directly in the open door, but positioned so he could see her without being seen...he thought.
Janet's mind raced with choices. She fumbled with the new skirt to buy time and give the impression she had not seen Eric. Finally, she acted.
"Eric! Come in here!"
A few seconds later, he sheepishly poked his head around the edge of the door.
"Come here," Janet said a little more calmly.
She watched him slink into the room.
"Close the door," she said.
He obeyed and walked toward her.
"Do you always try to spy on me when I'm dressing?" she asked.
"No. I wasn't...I mean...I needed something from the closet."
The lie was obvious and Janet successfully suppressed a smile. She gazed at her son and his well-toned body. She felt her pulse quicken.
"Sit on the end of the bed, Eric."
He sat down with a look of uncertainty on his face. Janet tossed the new skirt back onto the chair, on top of the bags. Janet faced Eric without saying a word, standing about five feet in front of him. She wore a blouse and short skirt that accentuated her long, lean legs. Under the blouse, her heart pounded.
Janet unzipped the skirt and lowered it a few inches before letting it drop to the floor. She stepped out of it at the same time she began unbuttoning her blouse. Eric's hands moved awkwardly on the bed on either side of where he sat. His discomfort made Janet fleetingly question her decision to do this, but it didn't stop her.
As the blouse opened, a black bra that matched her panties came into view. When the last button was done, Janet let the blouse hang loosely. Eric's eyes were everywhere, scanning his mother's body from her tits to her pussy. Only then did Janet notice the start of a bulge in his bathing suit.
She took off the blouse. Janet's tits were not large, but they filled her bra with ample cleavage to get any man's attention. Her stomach was flat and her panties snugly covered her pussy. Eric's cock continued to grow and he attempted to move in such a way to lessen how apparent it was without actually reaching for it.
"Is this what you wanted to see, hon?" Janet asked.
When Eric nodded, she added, "I want you to see more...and so do I."
She stepped toward him until she was within reach. Then she turned her back to him.
"Take off my bra, Eric."
He leaned forward and fumbled with the hook until it was undone. Cautiously, he lifted the straps off her shoulders and down her arms. Janet saw the bra hit the floor and used that cue to turn towards him, again. She relished the next few seconds, while her son's eyes locked in on her breasts. Janet stepped between his legs, her body just inches from his face, and crouched down. She grasped the waistband of Eric's swimsuit and began to pull it off.
Eric raised his ass off the bed to help and Janet was glad that she had to lift the front of the suit higher to get it over his raging erection. After putting the suit on top of her bra, Janet fought the urge to wrap her fingers around the large cock. That would have to wait a minute.
She stood and turned her back to him, once more. This time she lowered her panties, bending at the waist slightly as she did. Eric stared longingly at the tight ass, uninhibited while his mother looked the other way. Once the panties were off, Janet pivoted.
Now Eric had full view of his mother's naked body and he didn't attempt to hide his gawking. His cock ached, but he was no longer embarrassed by it. All he could think about was the beautiful woman in front of him and what they might do.
Janet remained in charge. She kneeled on her knees and pushed Eric's legs farther apart as she moved there. She never took her eyes off his cock. Finally, she reached out with one hand and slid her fingers up the length of the shaft.
"It's beautiful, Eric," she said gently. "And so big."
She ran her finger around the tip before putting the cock in her palm and gripping it tightly. Eric was still concealing his excitement, a feeling of guilt overpowering his desire to show...or say...what he felt. Janet was not constrained by those same feelings and she stroked her son's cock willingly and gleefully. She could feel the blood rushing through it, the warmth against her palm only driving her to want more.
Soon, Janet was leaning down, lightly kissing the bright pink tip of her son's cock. Her tongue flicked across it and Eric shivered. He alternated between watching her mouth, her breasts as they hung free, and her ass. However, his attention was solely on his mother's mouth as her lips slid down his erection. Janet wasn't able to get it all in her mouth, but she was very much out of practice. Eric certainly couldn't tell that as Janet began to bob her head up and down, clutching his cock with her lips. He could feel her tongue sliding all over it, hitting every sensitive spot.
At last, his efforts to stay quiet, failed him.
"Ohhhhh, yes," he moaned when Janet's tongue glided up the entire underside of his cock from his balls to the top.
She lifted her head and told Eric, "Get on the bed...on your back."
He quickly followed her instructions, his head on a pillow and his body stretched out. The cock rose like a pole and she had only one thing in mind—it needed to be inside her.
If Eric had any doubts left in his mind about what was happening, they disappeared as his nude mother crawled onto the bed and hovered over him. Janet continued moving forward until her tits were above Eric's face. Then she allowed them to be within reach of his mouth and Eric eagerly took one. At first, they were tentative stabs of his lips at the nipples. But as Janet bent lower, he took as much of the breast into his mouth as he could; and then, the other.
Janet stroked Eric's cock during this taste-testing. Unable to wait any longer, she moved back so the cock was positioned at the opening of her pussy. Neither of them will ever forget the next moment. Janet carefully situated her son's erection, dropped her pussy onto the tip, and felt her body open up to accept the cock. She was so wet and ready to fuck Eric that she had to slow down, allowing inch after inch of the cock to enter her.
"Oh my God, Eric. That feels so good," Janet moaned.
Eric was silent, marveling at the moist pressure of his mother's pussy around his cock.
"Fuck me, please," Janet told him.
