Left on the Beach with Mum , a short story by KiwiDreamer. Date added: 2012-08-03. Times viewed: 8463.
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- Intro: A sexually well-endowed guy, aged 17, discovers he should target older females because they know what to do.
[NOTE: Only halfway there with mum, but looking promising with sister and a couple of aunts are likely targets]
The day was calm and Meg, David and their two kids were down on the beach that early in the week was near-deserted. The Browns were returning home from a wedding and had taken the beachside cottage for a couple of nights.
Erica (18) had complained she really wanted to get back to school to prepare for finals but Max asked, “Dad could we stay an extra night?”
Meg, in her new one-piece black swim suit, sighed and said, “Come on kids, settle down and enjoy our near solitude.”
An hour later Erica complained she was bored.
Meg clenched her teeth but then relaxed, remembering she was on a break from the clinic, and said, “David take the kids skating. I saw a notice pointing to the direction of a roller-skating facility when we entered the town on my left.”
“Oh hurrah, come on dad, get off your butt. They probably have a bar at the rink if you get tired of skating and David I don’t want you showing me up.”
The 17-year old said, “I’m staying here to work on my tan.”
“Fine come on dad.”
David asked his son was he sure and Max said quite sure but could they stop on the way home and buy hamburgers.
After they heard the car go off Meg said, “You were the only one not to comment on my new swimsuit.”
“It’s pretty cool mum. You look quite good for a woman your age.”
“Oh thanks,” Meg said sarcastically and returned to read her paperback about love in the French Alps. “If you must know I work hard on keeping my body toned.”
A couple of minutes later Max went off and holding his cold drink, dropped his mother’s up high on her closed thighs.
“Jesus,” she yelled and pulled the can of unsweetened grape juice clear.
“You said Jesus, you know what dad is like about any of us bad-mouthing.”
Meg sat up and pulled the tab open and said, “Okay you tell him and I’ll go to jail.”
Max sat down and Meg sat up and their sipped their drinks.
After a couple of minutes of them staring out to sea Max said, “If you must know I prefer coloured swimsuits on females best but black looks pretty cool on you. It’s rather skin tight.”
“And so?”
Max said little was left to the imagination and Meg looked at him and smiled and returned to looking out to sea.
“Mom, can I ask you something confidential?”
She said yes of course and waited.
Max ran a finger down her arm and said, “How old were you when you first had full-on sex?”
“Define full-on sex.”
Feeling the warmth of her skin, Max said, “A pussy is penetrated by a guy’s dick.”
Meg said she had just turned sixteen. She bit her lip.
“Christ mum.”
She said she knew it was young but the guy got her going and was pretty persuasive.
“I regret giving away my virginity rather early but as it happens no harm was done.”
Max said that was interesting and then lapsed into silence.
Meg lay back on her towel and then said, “Is it okay if I lowered my top.”
“I’ll see your tits.”
Meg said the unanswered question was would he mind and Max said go ahead.
He watched intently as his mother rolled slightly to undo the back zip and then ease her arms out of the straps and then pull the top part of the swimsuit down to her waist. Hi didn’t wait to be invited to comment in case she didn’t make the invitation.
“You have decent size … um breasts. Most of the girls at school have a long way to go. I accept that’s how it is.”
Meg asked casually had he started having sex.
“Yes twice but it was disappointing. The first girl kept moaning and groaning that I was too big for her and she came and ended it, telling me she shouldn’t have taken me on. The second one screamed when she pulled up a hand and saw blood on her fingers and that was the end of that. Gee what did she expect if she knew she was a virgin?”
“Well kids of your age are feeling their way and have to expect less that perfection until they settle into the grove.”
Max told his mum she must be well into the grove because she must have had something like 5000 fucks.
“What rubbish.”
“Says who? I’ve just done the calculation, Say conservatively 5 times a week, by 52 weeks in a year and you had your first at sixteen and you’re now thirty-eight and that works out to 5720, but I dropped that figure back to 5000 to allow for your periods and dad being away.”
“Omigod, no wonder I feel tired and stiff,” Meg said and cackled.
She told Max he was not being conservative in saying five sexual unions a week and in fact it was probably less than that because they were many days when married couples didn’t have sex and besides on some occasions they had multiple sessions and so it was extremely difficult to estimate the number of sexual connections. I’ve heard some of my friends say they are lucky to have sex two to three times a week but no mention was made of multiple sessions and I read somewhere of a medical researcher saying 200 times a year would be in the high side for people married for more than ten years but he went on to say who was counting. Further who would agree to whatever statistic was produced because people and their habits can vary significantly.”
“Do you like having sex mum?”
“Yes unless I’m too tired or feeling bitchy. Um your first girl said you were too big. Give me a look at it.”
“Help yourself.”
Meg sat up to pull down the front of his beach shorts and her tits were swinging.
“May I touch a breast?”’
“Yes of course, but behave yourself.”
Max grabbed the nearest one and squeezed gently and Meg muttered, “Good boy.”
She dug deep and said in surprise, “Christ you’re bigger than your father.”
“Oh am I?” Max said proudly.
Meg ordered him to lift up his bum and she pulled his shorts to his knees and rolled on to his legs and contemplated his dick that was now almost fully erect.
“Suck it mum.”
“Don’t be foul.”
“Then jerk it.”
Meg’s fingers twitched, her nipples were hard and her breathing rate was up and so she reached for his 7½ inch penis.
“Cocks are never beautiful but I find yours damn attractive.”
“Mum please suck it. Until now I’ve only had girls, most of whom don’t really know what they’re doing, have a go at getting me off.”
He watched as his mother spat on his dick and rubbed the moisture down his length and then after hesitating slowly closed her mouth over the head of his dick and he felt her waggling tongue. It gave him a weird feeling and a totally erect dick. He scanned the beach and up behind them and there appeared to be no one near them.
After a while his mum spat him out. She was red-faced and breathing heavily and said, “I need attention. Either I go inside and do it or you attend to me.”
“What with a sixty-nine?”
She nodded and he said okay and she swung a leg over his chest and lowered her mouth back on to his dick and then pushed her butt back closer to her son. She sucked away while Max closely examined her cropped vulva, opened her slit with one finger while pushed his other hand on top of her butt and she lowered her vulva until she felt his tongue flick into her slit.
It was the first time Max had been close enough to eye a big, fat adult female pussy spread wide enough to see the pink and as a drop of moisture fell on to his face he ejaculated.
Coughing and spitting, his mum said, “You bastard.”
“Mum I couldn’t help it; your cunt was… was just so beautiful.”
Meg’s vexation collapsed and she cooed “Aaahh” and turned around on Max and kissed him, catching him with his mouth ajar and in dribbled some of his semen still in her mouth.
She was only being playful, being primed to be heavily fucked. But poor Max. The 17-year old reacted as if he’d been poisoned. He jumped up and ran naked into the sea, scooping up a handful of water to sluice his mouth.
He plodded up the beach to his mum and Meg held out her arms invitingly and made the mistake of laughing.
Max flared and yelled “You bitch”. He grabbed and pulled on his shorts and marched off to the cottage just as his father and sister arrived back from town.
“The rink is only open Wednesdays to Sundays,” Erica scowled. “We had a snack and then came home because the town’s a dump and dad didn’t want me going into the games arcade.”
“That’s a pity,” Max intoned.
“What’s wrong?”
Max muttered nothing.
Erica went to the bank and looked down at her mother, sunbathing with the top of her swimsuit pulled right down.
“Ah,” she chortled. “Mum sent you away because she didn’t want to display her bared breasts to you.”
Max hurried off to brush his teeth and was on top of his single bed in the bedroom he shared with Erica when she came in and saw the boner in his hand.
“Jesus Max, you’re huge.”
Max had rolled away on his side and gritted, “Fuck off.”
But Erica was used to rude guys. She closed the door and went over to him and patted his ass affectionately and said, “Here let me get you off Max. I’ve been told I’m very good at it.”
Max, desperate to ejaculate again because his balls felt like they were rioting, rolled on to his back and held his forearm over his eyes.
His sister said unnecessarily, “Omigod where did all of this come from?”
He remained mute.
“Max I’ll do it but you must never fuck me. Dad would kill you if he found out.”
“Yeah, yeah. Get on with it.”
Erica looked out of the window and said, “Wow mum is all over dad. I think she’d trying to have sex with him… wow, mum and dad doing it on a public beach!”
Max groaned and Erica bent over him to complete the job but when she began to tire of jerking she bleated, “Max I have to stop. My hand feels it’s about to drop off.”
“Suck my cock.”
“Max!”
“And get your tits out. That will excite me.”
That also excited Erica more than she expected and she said sternly, “Very well but nothing more Max and I mean it.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
With a hand holding Erica’s hair clear of her face as her shoulders lifted and lowered rhythmically, Max used his other hand to grab her swinging left tit and found the nipple up and as hard as a rubber. He grinned and switched hands to hold back her hair and slowly worked his right hand over his sister’s tight ass and under her short skirt.
Erica’s thighs slammed together and Max was patient and just kept on massaging her butt until her caught a whiff of her arousal. He pushed his hand near the top of her thighs and they parted without resistance.
He leered and while working two fingers concentrated on not coming in his sister’s mouth. He was out to fuck her, not to upset her. He had his mum to thank for being placed in this delightful position. He also thought his mom’s younger sister, Aunt Jess, was often in a playful mood when alone with him. It had not occurred to him why she was like that until now.
Yeah and at least one other aunt might relish receiving the woody of a 17-year old.
Max wondered if today he’d become an adult? He thought it certainly looked like it.
(((The End)))
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