I got free a day early and headed for the beach. I knew I was walking into a maelstrom, but it was the beach. Mandy and I text all the time, so I knew that mom had a problem and that it was becoming a family problem.
Mom was drunk every night, dad slept on the couch. Mandy couldn't sleep watching her family disintegrate. Sounds like a great beach vacation, huh. Well, it gets weirder.
Drunk mom texts. Very inappropriately. I should be offended but I have a secret. I think my mother is hot. Not a big secret, lots of guys admire their mother's beauty, but I'm part of that subset who wants to see their mother naked, masturbating, getting fucked, and yes, fucking my mother. I've had these feelings for years. I just assumed it was normal and I ignored them, except for trying to peek at mom and occasionally stealing her thong panties from the laundry. I never tried anything because she and dad fucked up a storm at every opportunity and to her, I was just her son. No big deal, I've had my share of girlfriends, girlfriend's moms, and a few random hookups. Youth is not wasted on this youth.
Mom's texts', however, have changed that. She tells me how horny she is. How dad won't fuck her. How it's his fault she's horny. Now, nothing about how she drinks so much he's turned off and how she flails around in bed, hitting him and he's sleeping on the tiny couch in the rental. Dad's texts, all supportive, can't wait to see you, etc. Nothing about mom. I guess he figures it's his problem.
Mom's text last night, however, was a real eye-opener.
"Can't wait to see my big son. I miss my boy. The beach is fun. I want to show you my new bikini, just like the ones on your college girls. I'd get you a speedo, but you wouldn't wear it for me, I'm sure."
What the fuck was that all about? She said college girls, I knew what she meant. I had pics from last spring break and all the girls had thong or g-string suits. A speedo? My mom wants me in a speedo? Well, drunk mom does. I don't think sober mom will like that idea at all.
I parked my Jeep on the street, the driveway only had room for one car. I got out, threw my duffle over my shoulder, and headed for the house. Stoic dad, sister worried sick, mom with two personalities and a drinking problem. Yup, gonna be a real fun vacation.
The front door made a noise as I entered. I was looking into the kitchen, at the far end of the living room. A large island filled the center of the room. Mom, on the far side facing the other counter, making a cup of coffee, dad and Mandy, backs to me, at the island. Dad's hand moving up to his coffee cup and Mandy's tee fluttering, no lines. My eyes went right to my sister's ass.
When did my sister grow up? I stood in silence and watched her gently sway, colliding with dad's side, the fabric of that tee shirt clinging to her firm teen ass. I left her a year ago, a child, and now, well wow.
"Hey, gang!"
Mom leaped off her stool and ran to me, nearly knocking me over. The way her long nightshirt moved I saw no lines under it, top or bottom. Her lips touched my cheek at the corner of my mouth. As she pressed herself against me, I felt hard nipples press into my chest and her legs straddling my right thigh, pressing her mom sex against me. It was a very loving mom hug, with that side-order of desire, maybe.
"Oh, baby I'm so glad to see you."
I released mom and took dad's hand.
"You're early. I'm glad. It's been a long time."
His eyes looked a little tired, but when Mandy came up to hug me, he smiled.
My sister hugged me almost as good as mom's, better since now I knew there was nothing under that thin tee shirt. A brother should not think of his sister this way.
Dad made a call and we moved to the big house. That took all morning. It didn't help that both mom and Mandy wore loose shorts and I was getting panty peeks on a regular basis. Mom wasn't being at all careful about how she moved. I followed her up the stairs to the new house, her steps a little wider than usual, allowing the legs of her shorts to billow and let me know that today was lime-green thong day. I envied that thin strip of fabric.
I drove Mandy back to the small house for another load.
"Clay, mom is drinking way too much."
"Yeah, you told me, sis."
"Dad wants to confront her. I think he's thinking about leaving."
Mandy had never even suggested that before.
"You never mentioned that."
"It's just a feeling. We go sailing every afternoon. It really de-stresses him, and I love it. He won't talk about mom, though, he's waiting for you."
As I drove, I thought. Sailing every afternoon. Sun, warmth, sis in a tiny bikini. That part I wasn't sure about. I've been gone almost a year and back then it was conservative two-pieces. Mandy stared through the windshield, thinking. I noticed that when she talked about sailing her nipples got hard, joining my cock.
Dad and I drove into town for food, beer, and rum.
"Clay, I'm sure Mandy has been keeping you up to date. Your mother has a drinking problem. I want to have a family intervention. I'm sorry to dump this on you just as you arrive for what was supposed to be a vacation, but I need your help. I want to confront your mother as a family tomorrow morning."
Dad was never a 'ease into it' kinda guy.
"Yeah, Mandy's been doing a good job, so I know all about it. I'm fine with whatever needs to be done. How's that couch?"
Dad actually smiled, "It sucks. I shared Mandy's bed one night, it was so bad."
I gave him a surprised look. He laughed.
"Your sister is worried that I'll be grumpy if I'm tired. She sleeps under the covers and me over. We don't live in the Ozarks, you know."
I laughed.
Mom had a rum punch with lunch, ignoring the scowls from her daughter. Dad was not happy and hinted that mom didn't need the drink. She laughed it off and told him to loosen up. Lunch was a little tense. Dinner was going to be epic; I could tell.
After we cleaned up from lunch, Mandy announced that we were going sailing. Mom, looking drowsy, said no way, she'd barf. She was taking a nap.
"You gonna come sailing with us, bro?"
"I'd love to sis, but leaving a day early, left me with a few things to wrap up. I've got to have a few hours to finish a paper. Tomorrow, however, I will go out and teach you to sail."
Mandy laughed and hugged me, "Teach me? You're funny, bro. Dad's been teaching me since we got here. I'm the queen of the sea now!"
I smacked her hard, young ass. I wanted to grab it, but resisted, "We'll see tomorrow. You better get more training today."
Mandy released me and grinned at dad, "Oh, I'll get plenty."
They left to go sailing and I did have a paper to finish. I took a break in a half-an-hour and thought I'd check on mom.
Her door was open about half-way. A warm breeze ruffled the sheet that covered her ass and legs. Her top was bare. She lay face down, not snoring, but definitely asleep. Mom is an older version of Mandy, a bit curvier, but still a petite, curvy woman. Her long blonde hair lay off her shoulder, her arms out to her sides. The sheet clung to her firm ass, giving me a clear pattern of her crease. I had a few hours. Did I read the sub-text of her messages correctly? Did my mother take all her clothes off to just take a nap?
Was she sending a message when she pressed her pussy into my leg greeting me?
The house didn't have air-conditioning. The coastal breezes kept things comfortable. Even so, I had taken off my shorts and tee to work. I moved into mom's room wearing only an athletic supporter. This was either a bold move or an enormous fuck-up.
She lay in the middle of the queen bed. I sat to the left of her. I ran my hand over her back, she stirred.
"MMM, that's nice son. I haven't had a back rub in a long time."
I turned slightly and put both hands to work, pressing in at her lower back, just above where the sheet covered her nice round ass and moving up and out over her shoulders and down her sides. I loved the feel of her soft skin under my fingers and the scent of herbal body wash that wafted in the air. Mom just seemed to purr.
"Clay, baby, it's so nice to get some attention. Please don't stop."
Time to push the envelope. On my next pass, running my fingers gently down her sides, I nudged the sheet lower. The edge lay just at the top of her crease. She said nothing. Two more slow passes, rubbing her back deeply on the way up and dancing my fingers along her sides, just high enough to miss the edge of her naked breast pressed into the bed.
On the next pass, I let my fingers go lower on her sides, below her waist, on her hips, just a little, and under the sheet. As I moved back to the center, I nudged the sheet. Now I could see the top of her ass. Firm, round, just the beginning of her crease. I thought I smelled excitement.
"Clay, baby. If you keep doing that, you're gonna see momma's butt."
My hands pressed into the muscles of her back as I moved them up. Nothing she had just said sounded like 'no' or 'stop', so I ignored her. Mom shifted a little and I definitely caught the scent of excitement.
Two more slow, taunting passes. Each time, touching the edge of the sheet and letting my fingers dip into the depression at the top of her butt.
On the next pass, my fingers went low on her sides again and I gently slid the sheet back until it rested at the bottom of her firm, curved ass.
"Oh, baby. You shouldn't be seeing me. You shouldn't be looking at momma's ass."
"But, momma, it's a nice ass."
Mom wiggled a little, "Your dad doesn't think so, he won't fuck it anymore."
I'd never heard mom say fuck and never heard her talk about her sex life with dad.
My hands came up off the side of her hips and moved over her mounds, dipping into the valley of her ass before moving up for another pass over her back.
"Well, mom, maybe it' because you're having a little too much wine."
"But I like my wine. It makes me feel good."
My hand glided down, skimming the side of her breasts, to her hips and up and over. Now I had a hand massaging each of her ass cheeks, my finger probing between them.
"Oh, Clay, baby. That feels so good, but it's wrong. You shouldn't be touching me like that."
Still no attempt to stop me, "You feel good momma. It feels good to touch you."
Mom caught the sheet with her foot and pulled it off her. As she settled, she spread her legs.
"My legs Clay, please massage my legs too."
I ran my hands down her right leg, "Momma, the drinking, you need to stop drinking so much."
Now I took one had on each side of her right leg. I rubbed the muscles as I very slowly moved up.
"I don't want to."
