A Vacation for Mom - Sex Stories

A Vacation for Mom

... might look like naked. It was like someone had grafted my Mom onto the most beautiful centerfold body you could imagine. I had never seen breasts like hers. I had seen them in magazines and on the internet but they were obviously fake. There was nothing fake about Mom. I guess it was a combination of good genes and exercise that kept her looking like she does. Whatever it was, if she could have bottled it she would never have to work another day. It seemed impossible to me that a forty-eight-year-old woman could look like she was sixteen. There wasn’t a line on her face and not a sag or wrinkle anywhere. I had to tell her. “Mom, you’re the most exciting woman I’ve ever known. You look like Mary Lou Jenkins did after prom my junior year in high school. You look and feel fantastic.” “You mean for an old lady,” she laughed. “I mean for anyone,” I said. She was backed up against me and my erection was sliding between the cheeks of her butt. She reached down and gave it a squeeze. “That scares me a little,” she said. “I’ve never seen anything like your size, Regan. I think you’re going to hurt me. I’ve only been with two men in my life. One was your father and another in college. Neither one was close to as big as you. I haven’t had a lover in more than three years and I’m afraid.” “Don’t be,” I told her. “It may hurt a little, but I’ll go as slow as you need me to. If it takes 24 hours to make it feel good, that’s how long I’ll take. I don’t want to hurt you. Pain isn’t fun. Do ...

... you like oral sex, Mom?” “I think so. I think I would with you. Your dad didn’t like it. He liked me to do it for him, but he said I tasted like fish.” “Jesus Christ, Mom; Dad was an asshole. What about the other guy?” “He did it and he made me cum, but I only slept with him once.” “Anyone I know?” I asked. “No, he ran his motorcycle off a bridge our junior year at Colgate.” “I forget you went to an Ivy League school. How smart are you, Mom?” “I was second in my class at Colgate,” she said. “I could have been first if I were better at math. I know you’re smart, Regan. I know your IQ.” “Really? I never knew I took an IQ test.” “You were in the third grade and they wanted to test you for the gifted program.” “What was it?” I asked. “I’m not going to tell you,” she smiled. “It might make your head swell. I should probably tell you that you’re three points below me, so there,” she stuck out her little pointed tongue at me. “It was good enough to get you into the volcanology program at the University of Hawaii, so you should be happy. It’s all you ever wanted to do.” I cradled her in my arms and took her back to the blankets. She tried to put on her clothes but I wouldn’t let her. “I just want to have a picnic with the most beautiful naked girl in the world,” I told her. She laughed and relaxed. She sat between my legs and leaned against my chest while I leaned against a tree. We ate fried chicken and baked beans and drank beer. I put more sunscreen on her so she wouldn’t burn and ...