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A Vacation for Mom

... "Want to go swimming?" I asked her. "It's dark," she said. "Can we swim in the dark?" "It's eighty five degrees out there and the ocean feels like bath water," I told her. "Of course we can swim." "I'll go get changed," she said. We met on the deck and she had a striped wrap on and I brought towels. She held my hand as we walked down to the beach. I live about 200 feet up on a hill facing the beach and there's a stone path down to the water. I had a fire ready to be lit and a cooler with champagne in it down there. "You planned this all along," she said. "I thought you might like it," I told her. "I love it," she said. "Are we really going to swim?" "I am," I said. "Do you want to go with me?" She untied a couple of strings and dropped the wrap by the fire. My breath caught in my throat. I had never seen Mom in a bikini before. She was spectacular. She had a body that men would kill to touch. Her breasts were large and high, barely held in check by the little red bikini she was wearing. Her waist was tiny, looking as if my hands could circle it and it flared dramatically into hips that were slim but definitely female. Her legs were impossibly long, slender and muscular at the same time and her feet were tiny. "Stop staring and close your mouth, Regan," she said. "You're embarrassing me." "My God, Mom," I gasped. "You're gorgeous! I had forgotten how beautiful you are." "Thanks, baby, but I look the same as I always have." "I guess I just forgot," I said. "How many times a ...

... week do you work out?" She laughed. "Four times a week, just like I always have. Are you going to stare at me or are we going swimming?" "I'm going to stare for a couple of hours, and then we'll swim," I said. She laughed and pulled me toward the water. I followed her and the firelight playing across her back highlighted her fantastic butt. It was firm and very round and she had a thong bikini. Her cheeks were bare and I could hardly keep myself from reaching out to give her a squeeze. This was not what I had planned! I shook my head. "She's your mother, for God's sake," I told myself. "Get your mind out of the gutter. If she knew what you were thinking she'd be horrified!" We waded into the surf and the water was as good as I'd promised her. We waded out until the gentle waves were bobbing us off our feet. I'm six five and I could stand a little farther out than she could. She paddled over and held onto me and we laughed and played. The feeling of her sleek body, rubbing against mine was causing undesired results and I started to feel the beginnings of an erection. I hid it for a while, keeping my hips turned away from her and adjusted myself so that my trunks held it flat. A larger wave pushed her against me and I felt her stiffen in my arms for a moment. She looked at me seriously and then laughed and splashed me. "Stop it, Regan," she said. "It's very flattering, but I'm old enough to be your mother." She laughed at her joke and I hugged her for not making it awkward. I ...