Spring Break at The Windjammer Part 6

 

Truth or Dare With Mom

Part 1

(Author’s note:  this is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental.  All characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are at least 18 years of age.  This work is copyrighted and may not be distributed in any way by any person(s) without the express written consent of the author.)

Daphne had to admit that she was excited as she drove through the beach resort town where ‘The Windjammer’ hotel was located on her way to meet her son, Stanley (or ‘Stan’ for short).  It was Spring Break and the beach town was full of college students, there to enjoy themselves while taking a break from the rigors of college life.  Her son was in his freshman year of college, and since the college was in the next state over she didn’t get to see him as much as she would have liked.  He’d pretty much been the only man in her life since her husband was tragically killed in a motorcycle accident three years ago, and she had to admit that she’d been lonely once Stan had gone off to college.  So when he called her a week ago and suggested that they meet at ‘The Windjammer’ and spend Spring Break at the beach instead of him coming home she jumped at the idea.    

She smiled as she drove up to the main entrance of the hotel; this had been her and her husband’s favorite place on the beach for as long as she could remember, ever since the hotel was built actually, and this was the first time she’d been back to ‘The Windjammer’ since her husband was killed.  She wondered if Stan knew how she felt about the hotel and if he’d picked this one out of the dozens of other beachfront hotels and motels in town because of it, but she really didn’t care.  He had picked it, she was there, and that was all that mattered.  She parked the car in the lot next to the entrance and went inside, still smiling and carrying the soft sided bag that held her clothes and the other items she would need for the next five days.  She walked up to the desk to get her card key from the clerk, and she was surprised when the clerk called her by name before she had a chance to speak.

“Mrs. Alton, how very good it is to see you again!” he said, a big smile on his face.  “It’s been quite some time since you’ve visited with us, and it’s so nice to have you here!” he said.  She returned his smile as she held out her hand to him, recognizing him from her many previous visits.

“Thank you, Carl, it’s good to finally be back!” she said as Carl took her hand and gently shook it, holding onto it as he spoke again.

“I’m so sorry to hear about the untimely and tragic passing of Mr. Alton,” he said, his voice soft.  “He was a very nice man, a true gentleman, and we miss him terribly as I’m sure you do as well,” he said.

“Thank you, Carl; he was indeed a very special man, and I do miss him terribly,” she replied, her smile dimming just a little for a moment but renewing itself as she continued.  “But I’m here to meet my son for Spring Break and spend the next five fun-filled days with him, so all is right with the world!” she said, her smile bigger and happier now.

“Of course!  Your son has already checked in and is waiting for you in his room,” Carl said, reaching under the counter and coming up with a small folder with a key card in it.  “He’s in Room 2230 and you’re in Room 2232,” he said, handing the folder to her.  “Would you like me to have your bag brought up to your room?” he asked, nodding towards her bag.  Daphne smiled as she shook her head.

“No, that’s fine, Carl, I can handle it,” she said, “but thank you anyway!”

“My pleasure, Mrs. Alton,” he replied, “enjoy your stay, and please don’t hesitate to ask if there’s anything you or your son need while you’re here.”

“Thank you, Carl,” she said, then turned and walked across the lobby to the elevators to her left.  When the bell dinged announcing the arrival of the elevator and the doors opened, she saw a man inside who she knew to be a biker by his long hair, jeans, boots, and the leather vest festooned with club patches that he wore.  His hair was tied back in a ponytail and he was clean-shaven, and he smiled at her when they made eye contact.  He reminded her of her husband, all decked out in his leather vest (called “colors” by club members), and for a moment her breath caught in her throat.

“Please, allow me,” the biker said, holding out his hand to keep the doors open for her to step inside.  “Ladies first,” he said, still smiling.

“Thank you,” she said, returning his smile.  He stepped out as soon as she stepped in, and a few moments later the doors slid closed.  She pressed the button for the 22^nd floor and then waited as the elevator made the trip up.  Once the doors opened she stepped out and turned to her left, walking down the hallway to Room 22230.  She knocked on the door and it opened almost immediately, and there was her son, Stan, handsome as ever and grinning from ear to ear.

“Mom!” he said, reaching out and pulling her to him in a big bear hug. “It’s so good to see you again!” he said, holding her close as she returned the hug.  He let her go after a few moments more and then ushered her into the room, taking her back from her hand. 

“I’m so sorry we didn’t get to see each other over Christmas,” he said, walking into the room behind her.  She walked right over to the balcony doors and opened them up, smelling the sea air and letting the room fill with the sounds of the sea and the beach.

“That’s okay, honey,” she said, standing in the doorway and just looking out over the ocean, “I wouldn’t have turned down the chance to spend Christmas in Cancun, either,” she replied, turning to face him.

“If it hadn’t been a fraternity trip I wouldn’t have gone, but if I didn’t go they’d probably have kicked me out of the fraternity, and that’s the last thing I want,” Stan said, walking over and standing in front of her.

“Yes, I know, you’re a ‘Legacy,’” she said, referring to his father having also been a member of that fraternity when he was in college, “and your father would be very proud of you!” she continued, reaching up and running her hand along the side of his face, smiling at him.

‘He looks so much like his father it’s almost frightening!’ she thought to herself.

“Thanks, Mom, I appreciate that,” he said, bending down and kissing her on the cheek before hugging her again for a few moments.  After the hug was over he turned around and went over to where her bag was sitting on the bed, picking it up as he spoke.

“I’ll put your bag in your room for you, Mom,” he said, walking over to the connecting door between the two rooms and opening it, then walking inside just enough to toss her bag onto one of the two queen sized beds in the room before stepping back into his room. 

“Do you want to go get some lunch, or would you rather just change and head for the beach?” he asked, standing between the two beds.

“Lunch first, I’m starving!” she replied, smiling.  “And I know just where I want to eat, too,” she said.

“Let me guess; ‘The Gull Reef Club,’” he said, grinning.  He remembered how much she and his father had loved that club and knew that was the first place she was going to want to go to after having checked in.

“Bingo!” she replied. 

“Then let’s go!” he said, walking out into the room and offering his arm to her.  She stepped forward and took it, smiling, and together they walked out of the room and down to the elevator to head out.

The food at ‘The Gull Reef Club’ was just as good as she remembered it, and the lunch with her son was one of the most enjoyable times she’d had in longer than she could remember – before he went off to college, anyway.  They chatted at the table like a couple of long-lost friends, the talk coming easily and constantly.  She learned that he was happy at college, was doing well in his classes, and didn’t have a girlfriend – yet.  There was this one girl at the school, a short, slightly thick and extremely big-busted black girl named Jasmine that he thought had her eye on him, but nothing had become of it yet.  There still wasn’t a man in Daphne’s life either, and Stan was a little dismayed to hear that.

“Seriously, Mom, you need a man in your life,” he said, reaching across the table and taking her hand.  She put her hand on top of his as she replied, a smile on her face.

“I have you, honey, and right now that’s good enough for me,” she said, meaning it.  “But I promise that if the right man comes along, someone who I know can and will make me happy in any way, I won’t pass him by.  Okay?” she said, looking into his eyes.

“Okay, Mom,” he replied, returning her smile.

After the lunch was over they got back into the car and drove back to the hotel with the goal in mind of changing into their swimsuits and getting in a little beach time.  She went into her room to change, and when she had finished putting on her bikini she stood in front of the full-length mirror next to the main door to the room and looked at her reflection.  She nodded at what she saw, smiling to herself.  She didn’t think she looked too bad for a 40-year-old widow, turning as she examined herself.  She had short dark brown hair which she wore in soft waves, a cute face with a pert nose and full lips, and at 5’5” and 115 pounds she thought she could compete with most of the college coeds there.  Her tummy was still flat although not as taut as it was before she had Stan, and her medium-sized breasts hadn’t developed much sag to them.  Her breasts had grown from a ‘B’ cup to a ‘C’ cup when she was pregnant, and she was happy when they didn’t deflate and sag after she had given birth like so many other mothers she knew had experienced.  The only part of her body that retained any of the ‘baby weight’ was her butt, but only enough to make it deliciously rounded.  She could still fill out a bikini with the best of them, and her only regret was that her husband wasn’t here to see it.

But her son was, and that was good enough for her.

“Wow, Mom, you look great!” Stan said when she came into his room after knocking on the adjoining door.  She had her beach robe draped over her arm and hadn’t put it on yet, and she blushed a little at her son’s response to seeing her in her bikini.

“Thank you, sweetheart, you don’t look too bad yourself!” she replied, smiling at him.  Stan was six feet tall with a good build, inheriting his mother’s dark brown hair and his father’s chiseled good looks.  He was wearing a t-shirt so she couldn’t see his chest, but she knew from past experience that he had just enough muscles to him to get the attention of any female within sight.  He was a good-looking young man and, Daphne thought to herself, sexy as hell.  In the back of her mind she couldn’t help but wonder how big he was inside the baggy bathing suit he was wearing.  If he was built like his father down there as well, then he had been blessed because her late husband had packed a full seven inches of heat where it counted – and he knew how to use it.

‘If only he wasn’t my son, I’d love to find out!’ she thought to herself.

“So let’s get our stuff together and get out onto the sand, shall we?” she said, slipping into her beach robe and tying it closed around her waist.

“Sounds like a plan to me!” Stan agreed.  Ten minutes later they were walking out onto the beach behind the hotel, looking for a spot to set up and relax for a few hours.  They had been walking for a minute or so when Stan nudged her with his elbow.

“Hey, Mom, see that black girl over there in the yellow bikini, the one just coming out of the water?” he said, nodding off to his left.  “That’s Jasmine, the girl I was telling you about at lunch!”  Stan had heard she was coming up to this particular beach for Spring Break, but had no idea that she was going to be in the same area as he was.

Daphne looked over that way and saw a short, thick black girl in a very small yellow bikini with absolutely the biggest tits she’d ever seen in her entire life.  They were big, really big, heavy and full, standing out proudly from her chest and swaying like two puppies in a sack trying to get out as she walked up the beach from the water, her wet chocolate brown skin glistening in the sun.

“Oh, my word!” Daphne gasped, her hand coming up to her mouth.  “She’s absolutely huge!  Are they real?” she asked, glancing up at Stan before looking over at Jasmine again.

“According to her they are,” he replied, amused at his mom’s stunned reaction at seeing Jasmine for the first time.  “And if I’m lucky, maybe I’ll get a chance to find out for myself!” he added, smiling down as he looked at her.

“Oh, you have just got to tell me if that happens!” she replied, grinning up at him. 

“Sure, Mom!” he said, grinning.  ‘I should be so lucky!’ he thought to himself, looking over at Jasmine again before looking away.

They found a spot and set up, then spent the next few hours on the beach just relaxing, getting some sun, swimming in the ocean and generally just taking it easy and enjoying each other’s company.  When they packed up and went back to the hotel Daphne noticed that Jasmine was nowhere to be seen, and figured that she must have already left.  After they got back to the hotel they went into their rooms to shower and changed clothes, then hit one of the popular tourist restaurants for dinner.  It was steak this time at a place called ‘The Black Angus,’ and it was just as good as Daphne remembered it being.  When they were on the way home she touched Stan’s arm to get his attention as he drove them towards the hotel.

“Let’s stop at a liquor store on the way back to the hotel, I want to pick up a bottle of wine,” she said.

“Sure, Mom,” Stan said.  They stopped at the next liquor store they passed, and Stan waited in the car while Daphne went inside to get the wine.  Ten minutes later they were in their rooms, with Daphne going into her room to change into what she called her ‘lounging attire’ while Stan did the same.

While Daphne was changing all she could think of was how good it was to be back at ‘The Windjammer’ again, all of the pleasant memories of the many wonderful hours she had spent there with her late husband flooding her mind.  And the fact that Stan was literally the spitting image of his father only made her miss him more.  She also knew in the back of her mind that seeing Stan in his bathing suit on the beach all afternoon had made her incredibly horny as he was a constant reminder of just how good a lover her late husband had been, and she couldn’t help but wonder if Stan was just as good and if she would have a chance to find out for herself.  She hadn’t been with a man since her husband had been killed, and while watching porn and masturbating with her dildos was satisfying, it was only satisfying to a point – and she was at that point now.  She needed a man, a real man, with a real cock, and if she didn’t get it soon she was going to go out of her mind.  And since her son was the only man in her life at the moment, and they were both in a hotel at the beach, she found herself incredibly attracted to him in a decidedly sexual way.

She knew she shouldn’t have been having those thoughts about her own son, but she just couldn’t help it.  There was an old saying about men that went, “When the little head gets hard the big head gets soft,” and that was pretty much true about women too – they just wouldn’t admit it.  When a woman got those kinds of thoughts into her head and her arousal began, common sense went on vacation.  And as she finished getting changed she had a feeling that her common sense was packing its bags in preparation for departure. 

When she came into the room through the connecting door a few minutes later she was wearing a baggy white t-shirt and a pair of loose, baggy maroon lounge pants.  Stan was wearing a loose-fitting black sleeveless t-shirt and a pair of baggy grey basketball shorts and that was it.  They were both barefoot, and ten minutes later they were sitting out on the balcony with their feet up on the railing, watching the moon rise over the ocean with Daphne enjoying her wine and Stan drinking a soda since he was still too young to drink alcohol.

“It’s beautiful here, isn’t it?” Daphne asked, looking out over the moonlit ocean, taking a sip from her glass of wine.

“It sure is,” Stan replied, looking out over the ocean as well.  “I know why you and Dad loved this place so much,” he said.

“This is my favorite place in the whole world,” she said, a smile on her face with a touch of pain in her heart at the memories of her departed husband came to mind.  “I still remember the very first time we came here,” she said, taking another sip of wine.  “It was about a year after we got married and before you were born, and we got a room on the top floor of the hotel so we could have the best view possible.  We spent the evening just like you and I are doing now, sitting on the balcony, drinking wine and just relaxing, and before I knew it we were having sex right there on the balcony,” she said wistfully.

“No shit!  Really?” Stan said, grinning over at her.  “Right there on the balcony?” he asked.

“Yep, right there on the balcony!” she replied, pausing to take another sip of wine.  She could already feel the buzz starting, and she didn’t care.  “We stood up to hug and kiss, and all of a sudden your father spun me around, bent me over, and took me right there on the balcony.  All I could do was grab onto the railing and hang on!” she said, giggling at the memory.

“You’re lucky you didn’t get kicked out of the hotel!” Stan said, laughing with her. 

“You can say that again!  The people in the room next door came out onto their balcony about the time we were finishing up, and I thought the old broad was going to have a heart attack when she saw us!” Daphne said, her giggling turning into a full-blown laugh.  “The old man thought it was funny as hell, but I guess his wife didn’t see the humor in it.  We could hear them arguing about it; she wanted to report us to the hotel and have us kicked out, but the old man put his foot down and said no, that it was none of their business, and what was wrong with having sex out on the balcony anyway?”

“I bet that didn’t go over too well with the old lady,” Stan said.

“No, it didn’t,”  Daphne replied.  “But we never got a call from the front desk and nobody came to our door, so I guess the old man got his way,” she said.

“Good for him, and good for you,” Stan replied.

“You know what else your father and I used to do out on the balcony?  Especially after you were born and started coming with us,” she said.

“What’s that, Mom?” Stan said.

“We used to play ‘Truth or Dare.’  We’d get a bottle of wine, sit out here and drink wine, then play the game.  Once the wine took hold some of the things we’d come up with were pretty outrageous, and we always made sure you were asleep before we let it get that far,” she said.

“No more sex on the balcony, then?” he asked, grinning at her.

“Don’t ask me questions that are going to make me lie to you!” she replied, returning his grin.  She took another sip of her wine and then her face lit up as an idea struck her.

“Let’s do it!” she said, her eyes bright and shining, the excitement evident on her face.

“Do what, Mom?” Stan asked.  “Have sex on the balcony?” he asked, grinning at the joke.

“No, silly, let’s play ‘Truth or Dare!’” she replied.  ‘Although I like your idea better!’ she thought to herself, the wine beginning to take hold now.

“Are you serious?” Stan asked, grinning at her.

“Yes, I’m serious!  C’mon, it’ll be fun!” she said, egging him on.

“Okay, if that’s what you want,” he replied.  “Let me get another soda before we get started, though,” he said, getting up from his chair.

“And I need a refill, if you don’t mind, please!” she said, holding her wine glass up above her head.

“Sure, Mom,” he said, taking the glass from her and walking back into the room.  He came back a minute or so later with a fresh soda in one hand and her now-full wine glass in the other.

“Here you go,” he said, handing it to her.

“Thank you, sweetheart!” she said, looking up at him and smiling as she took the glass from his hand.  She took a sip and then spoke again.

“So who’s going to go first?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” Stan replied, pausing.  “It was your idea, so maybe you should go first,” he said.

“No, sweetie, you go ahead.  Ask me!” she said, smiling at him.

“Okay, I guess.  Truth or dare?” he asked, smiling.

“Truth,” she replied.

“Gee, lemme think,” he said, “there isn’t much I don’t already know about you and Dad, so that kinda makes it a challenge to come up with something new,” he said, pausing to think.  A moment later his face lit up when an idea hit him.

“I got it!  How old were you when you had your first kiss?” he asked.

“Twelve,” she replied.  “It was with the boy next door who was a year older than me.  My turn; truth or dare?” she said, taking a sip of wine.

“Truth,” he said.

“Same question – how old were you when you had your first kiss?” she asked, genuinely not knowing the answer.

“Thirteen,” he replied, smiling at the memory.  “It was with Jackie at a Thanksgiving gathering.”

“Jackie?  As in your first cousin Jackie?” she asked, laughing.

“Yep, Jackie, as in my first cousin Jackie with the world-class yabos,” he replied, chuckling.  “And she was a damned good kisser, too!”

“She was also three years older than you,” Daphne said.

“Yeah,” Stan said, smiling at the memory.

“You had a crush on her, didn’t you?” she asked.

“Not your turn, Mom,” he replied, grinning at her.  ‘Damned right I did!  I would have killed to get my hands on those tits!’ he thought to himself.

“Oh, shoot,” she replied, returning his grin.

“Truth or dare?” he asked, and she thought for a moment before replying.

“Truth,” she replied.  “I’m not drunk enough for a dare yet!”

They played the game for about another half-hour, with the questions being simple and unassuming at first, but as the wine took hold of Daphne’s common sense her questions got a little more daring.

“How old were you when you lost your virginity?” she asked, looking over the rim of her glass at him as she took another sip.

“Sixteen,” he replied.

“Do I even want to know where and with who?” she said, grinning.

“Not your turn, Mom,” he said again, returning her grin.  “You want some more wine, or have you had enough?” he asked.

“You can never have enough wine!” she said, holding her now-empty glass out to him.  He took the glass and got up, went into the room and refilled it, then returned and handed it back to her before he sat down.

“My turn,” he said, taking the last drink from his soda can before putting the empty can down onto the ground.  “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“How old were you when you lost your virginity?” he asked.

“Eighteen,” she replied without hesitation. 

“Eighteen?  Really?” he asked, surprised.

“Not your turn, son!” she replied, grinning at him.  “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” he said.  Neither of them had gone that route yet, so he thought it was about time.  After all, that’s what the game was about, right? 

“Take off your shirt,” Daphne said with only a moment’s hesitation.  “I want to see your chest!”

“Is that all?” he replied, smiling as he sat forward and took off his shirt, pulling it up and over his head and then dropping it on the small table between the two chairs.  “You saw my chest at the beach today, you know,” he said, sitting back in the chair.

“Not the same thing,” she said, taking another sip of wine.

“Truth or dare?” he asked.

“Dare,” she said, without hesitation. 

“Take off your shirt,” he said, thinking  that he wanted to see if she was drunk enough to let him see her in her bra.  He’d seen her in a bikini top, so what was the difference?  But he truly wasn’t prepared for what came next.

“Is that all?” she asked, chiding him as she pulled her t-shirt up and over her head.  Stan’s eyes went wide and his mouth fell open as she revealed to him the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra under her shirt.  Her breasts were full and firm, swaying slightly with her movements as she took her shirt off and dropped it on the table with his.  Then she sat back in her chair, a big grin on her face as she saw the look on her son’s face when confronted with his topless mom.

“What, you’ve never seen a pair of tits before?” she asked, giggling at him.

“Sure I have, just not your tits, Mom!” he replied, tearing his eyes away from her chest to look her in the eyes.

‘Damn, she’s got a nice pair of tits!’ he thought to himself.

“Tits are tits,” she replied, picking up her glass and taking a sip as she continued.  “If you’ve seen one pair you’ve seen them all!  Mine are no different than any other woman’s, you know,” she said.

“I bet Jasmine would disagree with you on that point,” Stan replied.

“Yeah, I guess she would at that,” Daphne said, smiling and nodding in agreement.  She turned her head to him before speaking again.

“Truth or dare?” she said.

“Truth,” he said, wary of taking a dare from her right about now.

“Do you like my tits?” she asked, looking him in the eyes.

‘Shit!’ he thought to himself, realizing that he’d just walked into that one.  He sighed and then answered her question.

“Yes, Mom, I do,” he said.  “Truth or dare?” he asked quickly before she could say anything else.

“Truth.”

“Are you drunk right now?”

“Yes.  Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” he replied, figuring he was fucked either way.

“Do you think I’m sexy?” she asked, her heart beating a little faster now.  ‘I shouldn’t be doing this, I know, but I just don’t care!  He’s so fuckin’ hot, and I’m so fuckin’ horny!’ she thought to herself, her common sense leaving for vacation, bags in hand, as the last of her inhibitions were stripped away by the wine.

‘Shit!’ he thought to himself again.  ‘Oh, what the hell!  Why not?’

“Yes.  Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” she replied.  He thought a moment before he asked her the next question, not sure where it would lead and not sure he cared either way.  He wasn’t going to admit it, but sitting there looking at his mom’s tits while playing the game was giving him an erection.

“Do you think I’m sexy?” he asked.

“Abso-fuckin’-lutely!” she replied, grinning at him.  “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” he said, going all in.  Daphne’s eyebrows went up in surprise and she hesitated while she thought of a dare for him to do.  It only took a moment for her to come up with one, and her heart began beating faster as she spoke.

“Come over here and kiss me,” she said, looking him in the eyes.  “And I don’t mean a peck on the cheek, either.  I mean a kiss, a real kiss, so come over here and kiss me like you mean it!”

“Mom, I don’t think…” he started to say, but she cut him off.

“That’s the dare, and you have to do it,” she said, her voice low.

Stan knew he could quit the game, just get up and walk away and it would all be over, but he didn’t.  He couldn’t, actually, because he finally realized that his mom was hot as hell and that he wanted to fuck her in the worst way.  So he got up out of his chair, walked over to where his mom sat, then took her by the hand and stood her up.  Once she was on her feet he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her, long and deep, feeling the mounds of her naked breasts pressing against his equally naked chest.  Her lips were soft and warm, and it surprised him a little when his mom’s tongue came snaking into his mouth to find his own.  He could feel his cock getting bigger and harder by the moment, and he knew that she felt it too.  She held him tightly in her arms, pushing her mound against him as they kissed.  When the kiss ended a few moments later it left him hard as a rock and her as wet as the ocean, and both of them breathless with desire.  They looked into each other’s eyes, still embracing, as Daphne spoke.

“Truth or dare?” she whispered.

“Not your turn, Mom,” he said.

“I don’t care.  Truth or dare?” she whispered again.

“Dare,” he replied, his voice low.  It was obvious that they were both caught up in the heat of their passions and that they both wanted the other, so Stan decided to stop fighting it and just let what was going to happen just happen.

“Fuck me, right here, right now, out here on the balcony,” she gasped, her voice breathless.

“Are you sure, Mom?” he asked, his voice low.  “I mean, we really shouldn’t be doing this to begin with, but that…are you sure?”

“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my entire life,” she said, looking into his eyes.  Even at his relatively young age and with his lack of real experience, he could clearly see the passion and desire burning in her eyes, and he felt the last of his resistance crumble.

“Then get out of those lounge pants,” he replied. 

Daphne took a step back and quickly untied the string holding the pants up, then pushed them down over her hips to fall down around her feet.  Stan was surprised to see that she wasn’t wearing any panties, but he was glad because that was just one less piece of clothing to get out of the way before they got down to it.  Her pubic hair had been trimmed into a very small, neat triangle, and from what he could see her outer lips were shaven smooth.  She stepped out of the pants and then got down on her knees in front of him, immediately reaching up and untying the string holding his basketball shorts up.  Once the string was loose she pulled the shorts down over his hips, being careful not to snag them on his erect cock, and let them fall to the ground around his feet. 

When she got her first look at his erect cock she was more than pleased, and a smile broke out on her face.  Her son’s cock was just as big as his father’s, maybe even a little bigger.  Without hesitation she grabbed the hard shaft with one hand and pointed it at her mouth, then opened her mouth and dove down onto his cock.  She clamped her lips closed on the hard shaft just behind the head, then sucked hard as she slid her mouth down all the way to where her hand was gripping the shaft at the base.  She immediately began sucking his cock in earnest, her head bobbing up and down as she slid her wet mouth up and down the length of his hard cock over and over again.  She pumped the base of the shaft with one hand, gripping it tightly as she massaged and tugged on his balls with the other, and she could taste the saltiness of the first bit of precum on her tongue.

‘Holy shit!’ Stan thought as he watched his mom sucking on his cock.  ‘My mom is really sucking my cock!  And she’s good, too!’  He took a quick look around to see if anyone else was out on their own balconies, and was relieved to see that they were, for the most part, alone.  Then he looked back down and watched his mom’s head bobbing up and down as she sucked hard on his cock.  She released his balls from her grasp and slid her hand down to her pussy, moaning as she rubbed herself with her hand.  Stan could hear the gentle squishing sounds of her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, and just as he had the thought that it was time to bend her over and fuck her, she slid her mouth from his cock and stood up, still gripping his hard cock in her hand as she spoke. 

“Fuck me, Stan,” she said, her voice a breathless gasp, “please fuck me!”

Without a word Stand took his mom by the upper arms and spun her around, then put his hand in the middle of her back and pushed, bending her over at the waist.  Daphne gasped as she grabbed the balcony railing for support, instinctively spreading her feet apart and taking a few small steps back towards him to push her rounded, shapely ass back at him. 

‘Damn, her ass looks as good as her tits!’ Stan thought to himself as he saw his mom’s ass for the first time.  He could also see that he was right about her outer lips being shaven smooth.  He took his cock in his hand and stepped forward between her outspread feet, putting a hand on her hip as he moved into position.  He rubbed the head of his cock up and down between her outer lips, spreading them apart and rubbing her juices over the head of his cock.  Daphne gasped at the first touch of his cock against her pussy, and pushed her hips back towards him to urge him on.

Stan placed the head of his cock against her opening and pushed, taking his hand away and gripping her hips with both hands as his cock slid easily into his mom’s pussy.  She was very wet and tighter than he expected, and she moaned as his pushed half of his cock inside her pussy with the first thrust.

“Ohhhhhhh, my God, that feels so good!” she moaned, closing her eyes and gripping the railing hard as he pushed more of his cock into her.  Stan worked his cock into his mom’s pussy, pushing it a little deeper with each thrust, at it only took a few moments for him to have his hard shaft completely buried in his mom’s tight pussy.  He held his cock inside her for just a moment and then started fucking her, thrusting his cock in and out of her in long, deep, firm strokes.

“Oh, my God, yes!” Daphne moaned, pushing her hips back against him as he stroked his cock in and out of her.  “Yes, yes, yes, yes!” she gasped in time with his thrusts, each time pushing her ass back to meet him.  She loved the feeling of being filled by his hardness, her pussy stretched out just a little bit, filled completely by his length on every forward thrust.  Stan gripped her hips tightly in his hands and increased the tempo and the force of his thrusts just a little bit, enough to make her moan with ecstasy.

“Ohhhh, that’s gonna make me cum!” she moaned, looking back over her shoulder at him, her mouth hanging open as he continued thrusting.

“Then cum,” Stan replied, “I won’t be far behind you!  Just don’t scream, okay, Mom?”

“I’ll try, but no promises!” she gasped over her shoulder at him, then bit her bottom lip and moaned as he pushed deeper and harder into her again.

Stan thrust his hard cock in and out of his mom’s pussy in long, deep, firm strokes, gripping her hips firmly in his hands as he did.  The tempo was perfect – not too fast, not too slow, perfect for driving her to orgasm.  She had been so long without a man’s cock inside her and Stan reminded her so much of her late husband that it didn’t take long at all for her orgasm to arrive.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” she moaned, biting her bottom lip as Stan continued fucking her.  She gripped the railing tightly in her hands as the sensations inside her quickly built, and a few moments later her orgasm hit.  She came hard, groaning loudly and biting her bottom lip as the waves of pleasure exploded from her pussy and went crashing through her body like an erotic tidal wave.  She was cumming hard, harder than she could remember, and it felt so good that it literally brought tears to her eyes.

Stan could feel her pussy clamp down on his shaft as she came, and that set him off.  He came a few moments after his mom’s orgasm hit, groaning and shoving his cock forward as the cum came blasting out of his cock and into her waiting pussy.  His cock pulsed and throbbed again and again, pumping stream after stream of hot, thick cum deep into his mom’s waiting pussy.  He gripped her hips hard as he pumped her full, finally pushing his cock forward as deeply as he could and holding it there while it spewed the last streams of cum out into her tunnel. 

When it was all over for both of them they were left gasping and panting for air, Stan’s body covered with a light sheen of sweat.  Daphne put her forearms down onto the balcony railing, one of top of the other, then laid her head down on them to catch her breath.  Stand stayed where he was, keeping his cock inside his mom’s pussy as they both recovered from their orgasm.  They stayed that way for several moments, with both of them feeling Stan’s cock slowly soften inside Daphne’s pussy.

“Are you okay, Mom?” Stan asked, looking down at her.

“I’m more than okay, sweetie, I’m so much more than okay!” she replied, her eyes closed with a big smile on her face.  Then she lifted her head up and opened her eyes, looking back at him over her shoulder and smiling as she spoke again.

“We need to go clean up, and I need some more wine!” she said, her eyes hooded with satisfaction.

“The last thing you need is more wine, Mom,” Stan replied, returning her smile.

“We’ll see about that!” she said, standing up straight.  Stan’s cock slipped out of her as she moved, the night air cool on his wet shaft.  Daphne turned around to face him and stepped forward, putting her hand on his cheek as she spoke.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” she said softly, kissing him lightly on the lips.  “I needed that more than you know!”

“You’re welcome, Mom,” Stan replied, looking into her eyes.  Then she walked past him into the room without bothering to get dressed, heading to the bathroom to clean up.  Stan picked up their clothing and followed her into the room, putting it on the dresser as his mom went into the bathroom.  She came out a few minutes later, the satisfied smile still on her face.

“Your turn,” she said, walking over to one of the beds and laying down.  Stan went into the bathroom to wash up, and when he came out a few minutes later he found his mom under the covers and sound asleep, lying on her side with the satisfied smile still on her face.  Stan looked down at her for a moment, a smile on his face as well, then turned out the lights and got into bed with her.  He snuggled up next to her and put his arm around her, pulling her close.  She snuggled back against him in her sleep, pushing her ass into his crotch, moaning lightly in her sleep. 

“I love you, Mom,” he whispered, and a few moments later he, too, was asleep.

The next morning Stan was awakened to the most pleasurable sensations of a warm, wet mouth clamped onto his erect cock, sucking hard as it slid up and down his length.  He felt a warm, soft hand gripping and massaging his balls as a warm, wet tongue slid up and down the underside of his cock.  He lifted his head to look down and saw the outline of a head bobbing up and down under the covers, then lifted the covers away to reveal his mom sucking on his cock.  She looked up at him and smiled around his cock in her mouth as she continued what she was doing.

“Good morning, Mom!” Stan said, grinning at her. 

“Good morning, sweetheart!” she replied, taking her mouth from his cock just long enough to speak before slipping her mouth back onto it and picking up where she left off.  She sucked on his cock for a minute or so longer, with Stan laying there watching and enjoying both the show and what she was doing.  Then she slipped her mouth from his cock and pushed the covers aside, nimbly climbing on top of him and straddling his hips.  She kept his cock in her hand and gripped it firmly as she put one foot on the bed and lifted her hips up, pointing his cock up at her pussy.  She placed it against her opening and then sat down, impaling herself on his cock.  She put her knee down onto the bed and pushed harder, groaning as his cock stretched her open, filling her in the most delicious of ways.

“Ohhhh, my God, that feels so good!” she moaned, looking down at him with her hands on his waist, moving her hips up and down as she took more and more of his cock inside her tight, wet pussy.  It only took a few moments for her to totally engulf his throbbing cock with her pussy, and she immediately began riding his cock in long, slow, even movements, sliding her pussy up and down his turgid shaft over and over again.

“This is to prove that last night wasn’t because of the wine,” she said, looking down into his eyes and smiling as she rode his cock, a smile on her face.

Stan reached up and grasped her breasts in his hands, gripping them firmly and squeezing them as she moved her hips up and down on him.  He pulled and tugged on the hard nipples, and Daphne cried out as he pinched the hard nubs between his fingers.

“You keep that up and I’m gonna cum all over you!” she said, grinning down at him.  Stan promptly pinched then again, tugging harder as he did and making her cry out again.

“Oh, I see, it’s like that, huh?” she said, looking down at him and putting her hands on either side of his head on the bed, changing the angle of her pussy on his cock.

“Yeah, it’s like that,” he replied, returning her smile and tugging on her nipples again.

Daphne picked up the pace a little, closing her eyes and biting her bottom lip as she rode his cock, giving her hips a little bit of a twist every now and then.  She moaned softly as she clamped down on his shaft with her inner muscles, something that took Stan by surprise as she hadn’t done that the night before.  Her pussy felt like a warm, wet velvet fist gripping his cock as she squeezed him, sliding up and down faster and faster as both their passions increased.  Stan squeezed her breasts in his hands hard, and he could tell by the way she was moving and by how fast she was breathing that she was getting ready to cum.

“Oh, my God, yesssss!” she hissed between her teeth as the sensations quickly built inside her, squeezing his cock harder than ever with her talented inner muscles.  She ground her mound down onto him, rubbing her clit against him as she fucked him, and that put her over the edge. 

“HHHNNNNNGGGGHHHHHH!” she groaned loudly between clenched teeth, her eyes squeezed shut, her hips bucking and jumping on Stan’s cock as her orgasm hit.  She moved her hips quickly, riding his cock hard and fast while keeping her upper body still, her hips a blur as she came hard.  This set Stan off, and he groaned as his own orgasm hit.  He bucked his hips upward to thrust his cock into her pussy as it exploded inside her, stream after stream of cum blasting out of his cock and into her waiting pussy.  He could feel his cock pulsing and throbbing as it pumped her full of his cum, and she pushed her hips down onto it and held it there as she rode the last of her orgasm out. 

When it was all over and both of them had finished cumming they were both left breathless.  Daphne sat up straight on Stan’s hips, his cock still trapped inside her, her hands resting on his stomach as she caught her breath.  She looked down at him through disheveled hair, a satisfied smile on her face.

“Good morning again, sweetie!” she gasped, her eyes sparkling.

“Yes, it certainly is, isn’t it?” Stan asked, returning her smile.  “And I didn’t think it was the wine, either,” he said, resting his hands on the top of her thighs as she sat astride him.

“Well, now you know for sure, don’t you?” she asked.

“I do, yes,” he replied, nodding.  “So what would be the chances of us starting out every day like this for the next three days?” he asked.

“I think the chances are pretty good, considering that I’d already had that very same thought and had decided to do just that!” she replied, grinning at him.

“Hot dog!  Now that’s what I’m talking about!” he said, returning her grin. 

“First a shower, then breakfast, then the beach,” she said, patting him on the stomach.  “Okay, sweetie?”

“Sounds good to me, Mom,” he replied.  Daphne got up then, easing his cock out of her pussy as she dismounted from him, getting down off of the bed and then walking naked across the room to the bathroom.  She stopped when she got to the doorway, turning to look at him as he lay in bed.

“Aren’t you coming with me?” she asked, a coy smile on her face.  She laughed at how fast Stan shot out of the bed and crossed over to her, a big grin on his face.  She took him by the hand and led him into the bathroom, giggling all the way.

The first half of the day went as planned.  They managed to take a shower without giving in to the desires to have sex in the shower, both of them deciding that could wait for later.  After they showered and dressed, putting on their bathing suits and then covering them with t-shirts and shorts, they left the hotel and went to a local breakfast restaurant where they had a good breakfast.  Then it was back to the room to pick up their beach gear before hitting the beach.  They stayed out on the beach until around noon, and when they both got hungry they packed up their stuff and walked over to one of the many restaurants facing the boardwalk.  After lunch it was back to the beach, where they stayed until close to three in the afternoon.  By that time they were both ready to come off of the beach and get out of the sun, so they packed up their stuff and headed for the room to shower and change clothes.

The air in the room was cool thanks to the air conditioning, and it felt good after being out in the sun all day.  Stan noticed that the cool air made his mom’s nipples hard, and grinned as he saw them standing out against her bikini top like two hard little pebbles. 

“What are you grinning about?” she asked, smiling at him as she dropped her gear on the spare bed.

“Cold in here, huh, Mom?” he said, nodding at her chest.  She looked down and laughed when she saw what he was looking at, swatting at him as she spoke.

“You’re terrible!” she said, laughing. 

“I thought I was pretty good, actually,” Stan replied, easily dodging her swing. 

“And modest, too, I see,” she said, laughing with him.

“A trait I inherited from my mother, I think,” he said, causing him to dodge another swat in his direction.  Then Daphne got up from the bed and stretched, arching her back to work the kinks out before she hit the shower.

“I’m going to take a shower and wash the sweat and suntan lotion from my body,” she said, walking towards the bathroom.  “And no, you can’t come with me this time!  We both know what will happen if you do, and I want you to save that for later on tonight.  I have big plans for you, mister,” she said, stopping in front of him and running her hand along the side of his face, “and you’re going to need all your strength, so you stay out here while I take a shower,” she said.  She reached up and kissed him briefly on the lips, then went into the bathroom to shower.

Stan walked over to the balcony door, sliding it open and then stepping out onto the balcony.  He leaned on the railing and looked out over the ocean, the shadows from the hotels along the boardwalk stretching out over the sand as the sun started to set behind the hotel.  He let his mind wander over the events of the past 24 hours or so, still not sure how it had all happened the way it did.  But one thing was for sure – he was glad it had happened, and he was anxious to see what would happen next.

He only had a couple of hours to wait before he would find out.

To be continued…