Moms at the Beach Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Moms at the Beach Ch. 01

... good time." I had expected a mealy-mouthed explanation, a half-hearted justification for a mistake. Instead I was getting an unapologetic assertion of my desirability, of my right to enjoy what a man could do to me. I looked in the distance, at the water. I wasn't sure how to respond. I wanted to object, but my mind was scrambled. My thoughts returned to the evening before. I'd loved screwing Andrew. He had seduced me. Why was I trying to decide it was wrong? Steve's hand found the back of my neck, rubbing it, effortlessly working the muscles. I heard a happy sigh. He was also kneading Annie's neck. "Mom, you're a sexy beautiful woman. Dad's not denying himself. Why should you?" I kept my head down, letting him massage my neck, my only retort, "Baby, that feels so good." I watched Annie rub his knee with the heel of her hand, the movement unabashedly sexual. I tried to feel offended, but could find no disgust. I remembered their groans, moans, and screams reverberating though the walls last night. Who was I k**ding? Listening to them had been a turn-on. My son, his friend, were superb cocksmen. I had screwed her son; she had screwed mine. Who was I to object? Ann's hand slid up his leg, her thumb on the inside of his thigh. His robe moved, seemingly on its own. It took me a second to figure it out; my son was becoming hard. I stared, frozen, as his erection rose, pushing aside his robe. Ann's hand crept further up his thigh and his penis emerged from his robe, standing ...

... full and tall. My reaction was combined shock and fascination. I should not be looking at this thing; when had my baby grown this thing? It was thicker and longer than Andrew's impressive instrument. Prominent veins ran up its side, pumping bl**d into it. The head was a dusky brown. His testicles were enormous. I stared at it. Steven's hand moved from my neck to my shoulder, kneading my muscles between powerful fingers. Ann took Steve's penis in her hand. A drop of fluid emerged from the top, coating the brown knob. When had he sprouted this mast? It was twice the size of his father's. Ann sensed what I was thinking. "It's strange, you watch them grow up, become men, but never think how this part has grown." I stammered out, "Yes, yes, you're right, I mean, it, he's so big, I remember...," befor faltering. Ann picke dright up. "Sharon, honey, how about my boy, does he have a super-sized cock like Steven?" I stared at his erection. It was, unabashedly, a sexual instrument; the seat of my son's masculinity and power. He had used it on Annie last night as Andy has used his on me, flooding us with a****l pleasure, reducing us to our carnal cores. When I replied there was a definite sexual undertone to my voice, "Oh yes Ann, your son's, its big and beautiful." Ann continued squeezing my son's member. When another drop of pre-cum emerged, she massaged it into the head of his tool with her thumb. Steve let out a low growl. "I listened to you two last night. It sounded like my son's a ...