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A Vacation for Mom

... from behind. When she bent over to pick up her clothes I could see everything she had on display. I groaned and she laughed. "This was your idea, Regan. Don't be groaning around." "I never thought you'd do it," I said. "I didn't expect you to look like Venus either." "Venus is a fat chick with little tits," she said. "Well, yeah in the painting," I said. "I think the real goddess looked just like you." She pulled on her shorts and t-shirt and came to stand in front of me. My cock was rock hard and I stood there for a minute while she just looked. "Jesus, Regan; you're huge," she said. "You didn't get that from your dad. He wasn't little, but I've never seen anything like that." She reached out and squeezed my cock for a second. She jerked her hand away and covered her face. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, baby. I shouldn't have done that." She turned away and went to sit on the blanket. I pulled my shorts on and when I sat down beside her I saw she was crying. "What's wrong, Mom?" I asked her. "I don't know what's wrong with me," she said. "I just went skinny dipping with my son and touched his cock. I'm so sorry, Regan. I don't know what I'm doing. I haven't had sex in three years. Your father wasn't interested the last year and I haven't met anyone I cared about like that since. Ever since that couple asked us how long we'd been married at the airport and you told them we were on our honeymoon, I've been thinking weird thoughts. What would it be like to be married to you? Then ...

... you told your friend I was your girlfriend and I wondered what that would be like. We went to the beach and I made you hard and I've been as horny as hell ever since. You've been so nice to me, this place is amazing and romantic and then you talked me into going skinny dipping. You're so beautiful and you make me feel like I am your girlfriend. I'm a horrible person. I shouldn't be feeling like that." I pushed her down on the blanked and put my face close to hers. Her cobalt blue eyes looked up at me full of tears. "Mom, you don't have to feel bad," I told her. "I planned your vacation here to make you feel like you are my girlfriend. Ever since Dad died I've been worried about you. You've laughed more in these two days than in the last six months I was in Boston. You deserve to feel special. You are special. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. You look so young and sexy that people think you're my girlfriend or my wife. Let's just spend every day you're here like you're my girlfriend. When you feel horny that's ok. That's the way you're supposed to feel. My God, it's been three years. When you see someone you love and they make it obvious they want you, you're supposed to feel horny." "You're my son, though. It's sick to feel like this about you." "How in the hell is that sick? I know that's what people say, but if they had a Mom like you, they'd be lying if they said they don't want you. Do you know how many millions ...