Thank you. As YES, I want my mom to be happy and satisfied. I would make very proud to know that my mom does a good job at pleasing you as a woman and I would be jealous but also extremely grateful to you for satisfying my mother's needs. Of course, I would love to watch my mom in action and no, I will never hinder you. I don't want to stand in the way of my mom's happiness. I would just feel appreciative and proud of my mother as I watch you pound her brains out.
Well, I like that you appreciate what I do for your mom. And she surely appreciates it.
You knew things were changing when your mom told you I was moving in. She, as the good mother she is, doesn't want to bother you, to impress you in a way it may affect you badly, so she creates vain and vague excuses for me moving in, excuses that you pretend to believe as you think of the night spectacle I'm going to reward you with. Maybe you should tell her that you were the one who started everything, the one who offered me his mom on a silver plate. She'd be thankful of the gift you gave her. As I slept on the couch the first days, only to sneak into your mother's room, crawl up her bed... and crawl up her too, and as things changed and I went into her room inmediately afterwards dinner, in front of your very eyes, the excuses went vaguer and harder to believe, but you still acted like you knew nothing.
So, as this contingency passes and the restrictions begin to loose, your mom wants to stretch. To stretch her limbs, of course, since I'm already making sure that her warm, clutching, dripping cunt is getting streched every night. Your mom surprises the three of us taking some days off and making a reservation on a beach hotel
We pack and let you drive, while your mom and I have our way in the backseats. Nothing intense, since she is already thinking on how to tell you I'm the new man of the house, she doesn't want to hurt you... just some tender kisses and the lovely gazes your mom has been recently gifting me with. After she noticed you glaring, she stops and sits straight, her white, cute face all blushed. I'm happy that your mom stopped to be all over me since I know you, I supposed that you were peering, and I didn't want to have an accident due a luker son. We arrive without incidents and take our rooms in the hotel. You notice that your mom and I are sleeping together on a room with only a queen-size bed, while you'll be sleeping on an individual room next to us, but say nothing
After settling in, we decide to get down and have some sun. Your mom wears a new striped bikini she bought specially for the trip. The beach is warm and calmed. There are some families, but is far from crowded. We settle and plunge into the refreshing water, and we have a great time together. No one of those peaceful passers-by would suppose the complicated things going on back at your house.
Finally your mom gets tired and wants to return to the towel so I accompany her, you choose to stay in the refreshing, relaxing water.
Time passes by, and you notice that neither your mom nor I are on sight. You worry up a little, but soon calm down for you know that both your mother and I can watch over ourselves. Maybe we went for a walk? Still, it is a bit irresponsible to just leave our stuff alone on the beach.
An old couple that settled besides us informs you that we went for a walk along the beach. You thank them and ask them to watch over the things, that you'll be back soon, and they agree. Excited and a little aroused, you search for us, following the directions they gave you. Where are we? Maybe we wanted to have a little more fun? To relax a little, since it was a long trip? You are now striding on the beach, and you notice you've entered a quite isolated area, with just a few children playing around, and boring-looking mothers watching over them. No wonder there is almost no one there, as the sand is rougher and there are a lot of rocks that could bother one's bare feet
There is an old, abandoned lifeguard cabin in there, and as you draw closer to it, you hear a familliar giggle rang out. You push the door quietly and carefully, but it is closed. Walking anxiously around, you discover a little room attached to it, to storage first aid kits and thing like that, but that is now empty and the doors swungs open at the push you gave it. There is a little step on its insides, and stepping over it, you get to see what is inside the cabin
The black and white stripes bikini your mom was wearing is laying on the floor, along with my swimsuit. And on an old wooden seat, your mom is bouncing up and down my stiff, swollen cock. My back is leaning on one of the cabin walls, and your mom is hugging me, her head plunged on one of my shoulders to muffle her moanings, as I lick and bite one of her crimson, perky niples. You can see your mom's face, contorted in pleasure, blushed, her lips pressed tightly so her moans won't alert the children playing near the cabin.
And you arrived just in time: you see her as a shiver runs along her spine, her legs trembling, those wide hips of her shaking around as she cames over my cock. A little bit of watery fluids drips on the sand.
"You made me came again, stud" says her once she has recovered. "As much as I'd like to spend all day here, my son might be looking for us"
"Damn, your right" I reply, knowing your voyeuristic side. "But I'm hard yet"
"Lets finish and go back. I can blow you off, I know you like it".
"No baby, I'm quite close. Let me pound finish inside you"
You see as my strong, big hands grap her ass, and my hips began a quick plunging into her. Astonished, you hear as your mom begs me to fill her insides.
The arousement of having her impaled in an almost public place and her naughty petitions overcome me, and kissing her, I burst inside her, my hot, gooey nut adhering to her clinging cunt folds and labia.
We relax a bit before going outside. A little tent has grown on your shorts as you see your mom kissing my face, neck and broad shoulders, worshiping me. Then, you notice I am looking right at you. I wink playfully at you, and give you a subtle thumbs up before your mom slender hands reach my face, pulling me to a deep, tender french kiss. As we press our lips against each others, I wave a signal for you to leave. Having understood that the party is over, you rush back to the towels.
After a while you see both of us walking towards you, your mother smiling and looking quite relaxed, her stripes bikini covering her 80 cups again. She also combed her blonde, long, velvet-like hair. We sit besides you as you cover your loins with a towel, and she gifts you a big, motherly smile.
"Sorry son, we went in for a walk"
And you can't help but notice there is a white, fat drop sliding down her inner thighs. She notices it too, and rubs it over her legs, still smiling.
"Just some lotion. This beach is lovely, don't you think?"