My Love Affair with My Mum Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

My Love Affair with My Mum Pt. 04

... above the top of the bikini.

"Oh they'll dry as we walk," she replied turning and facing me so we were no more than two feet apart. Then quite purposefully, I thought, she ran her glance up and down my body in the tee shirt and shorts and then held my gaze as she said quietly, "But you can dry the front love if you want."

I nearly fuckingwell exploded hearing that and at the thought of what that might mean especially when with that wry, little smile that I found so sexy she added, "But be careful where you dry won't you?"

"What do you mean?" I managed to blurt out."

"Oh I think you know exactly what I mean," she said in a near whisper as she took a small step closer to me and went on, "And wouldn't try drying places that you shouldn't see or.............." she paused looking right into my eyes before muttering, "Touch."

I began to understand what she meant although, as women seem to be masters at, she was talking in riddles leaving me to work out the real meaning and that she was inviting me to see her tits again under the pretext of drying them. In her ultra-feminine way she sort of confirmed that by adding, "After all this area is a clothes optional beach, isn't it?"

"Oh yes Jayne, it is very clothes optional," I replied my courage now booming as she held my gaze and just as she had in my bedroom the other night, she pulled her top down a little so that she almost uncovered her nipples but stopped with just her areola, that I had learned from google was ...

... the pink bits surrounding them. She then almost knocked me out when she said.

"Would you like to love?"

I didn't latch on at first and grunted, "Huh?" as a question.

"I told you there were other ways Peter, didn't I?"

"Yes," I gulped as she went on.

"Well, this could be another one of them, couldn't it?" she whispered.

"And what's that?" I rather naively asked worried that I might get things wrong after all I was now playing the sex game with a mature woman who just happened to be my mum.

Again, with that little smile on her lips and holding my gaze she said softly, "Well the beach is deserted and your mother's breasts are soaking wet love so maybe you should dry them."

I could hardly believe what she was saying or what was happening as she pulled the bra of the bikini completely away from her boobs and let it fall into a bundle around her waist. My immediate reaction was indeed to use the towel and to start drying both of them.

"Mmmmm that's nice lovey but do you really need the towel?" she murmured as at the same time her hand found my hard-on and she pressed her hand against it.

"Oh my God Jayne," I groaned dropping the towel and pressing my cock hard against her hand, "No, no of course I don't."

"Good and by the way Peter that's lovely," she sighed pressing her tits against my hands that were now cupping and caressing them as, at the same time, she fiddled her hand down the front of my shorts and unbelievably but wonderfully grasped my bare ...