Skip to content I wasn’t that nervous about going on a trip with my mother. She had told me it was long overdue that we did something together, and I agreed. But she was a bit of a hippie with long blonde hair, a toned body, and a constant scent of coconut and sage. She had a flower tattoo on her shoulder, and she loved sunbathing nude, which could potentially embarrass me if anyone from my college found out.
At forty-two, she looked incredibly attractive. It wasn’t just her height, toned physique, or her full, firm teardrops. It was her bright smile, the one that lit up every room and infected everyone around her with joy. It was her outgoing personality, her wild optimism, and her unapologetic love for life. She’d gotten pregnant with me at twenty-one, and despite her free-spirited nature, her love for nudity, flowers, and long barefoot walks, she had always been a really good mother.
She had booked us a trip to the Bahamas, one of the islands with a nudist beach. When we arrived at the hotel, the manager told us the room we originally booked had suffered some water damage. Instead, she could rebook us in a couple’s suite with a king-sized bed, at no extra charge.
Mom looked at me over her sunglasses, wearing short denim cutoffs and a tiny crop top that barely covered her boobs. “What do you say, sweetie? Sounds like quite the upgrade.”
“Sure, I don’t mind,” I said, and I didn’t.
The suite was just as described. A big king-sized bed took up the center of the room, with white linens and a perfect view of the ocean. I hadn’t shared a bed with anyone since I was a kid, but I figured it wouldn’t be too weird unless I made it weird.
“Let’s hit the beach,” Mom said, cheerful as ever. “I can’t wait to get some sun on my skin.”
Naturally, our first stop was the nudist beach. I expected only older people, but there were actually some stunning middle-aged women lying out in all shapes and colors. I saw tanned skin, toned bodies, pierced navels and firm curves, but naturally, my eyes strayed to all the different kinds of breasts and also their pussies.
“Do I have to be nude?” I asked, trying not to sound awkward.
“No, not at all,” Mom said as she laid out her towel. “But I will be.”
“Sure,” I said, doing my best not to gawk at her.
She started with her sandals, kicking them off. Then she slid her shorts down her smooth, sun-kissed legs. Her crop top came off next. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and once the top cleared her head, her breasts bounced and jiggled till they found equilibrium. Her breasts were narrow at the top but full and round at the bottom, a bit like two, delicious pears. They were fully natural, my mother being a hippy, hated surgeries more than anything. Her nipples were a little darker from all her time in the sun and also thick and suckable. Then she slipped off her bikini bottoms, letting them drop to her feet before stepping out of them.
I couldn’t breathe for a second. She looked incredibly sexy and so comfortable with her nudity. I tried to play it cool, but my eyes kept drifting back to her body, no matter how hard I fought it. She had a little blonde bush on her mound, but it was neatly trimmed. Her slit was slightly hidden, but I was taking it too far by checking her out in that way, and the heatwave didn’t make it any better.
Mom stretched out on the towel, her bare skin gleaming under the sun. She pulled her hair over one shoulder and looked up at me with a smile.
“Could you do my back?” she asked, holding out the bottle of sunscreen. “I don’t want to burn my shoulders again.”
“Yeah, of course,” I said, sitting down beside her. My fingers were already tingling as I took the bottle from her.
I squeezed some lotion into my hand and rubbed it between my palms before slowly applying it to her upper back. Her skin was warm and smooth like a youth’s. I moved carefully at first, trying to be respectful, but she let out a little sigh and arched her back slightly.
“You don’t have to be so shy,” she said. “It’s just skin.”
“Sure, Mom,” I said, moving from her shoulders to the curve of her lower back. Then I reached the borders of her ass, which was round, firm and bubbly. I couldn’t see a vein or wrinkly patch of skin in sight. She looked even better than some girls at my college. I kneaded her cheeks, parting them slightly so I saw her puckered hole and the hint of her camel toe. I felt my cock stir as I could massage her ass for a lot longer.
Then she rolled over, wanting me to take her front as well. Her body was completely exposed to me now, and I hesitated, eyes locked on her breasts.
Mom smirked. “It’s okay to touch them. I promise I won’t bite.”
I tried to act normal, but my hands trembled a little as I smoothed lotion over her stomach, then up to her chest. Her breasts fit perfectly in my palms, and she didn’t flinch when I rubbed the lotion in.
“See?” she said, eyes still closed. “Told you it was okay.”
When I finished, she sat up and took the bottle from me. “Your turn.”
“You don’t have to,” I said, but she was already squirting lotion into her hands.
“I want to. You’ll burn faster than me anyway.”
I lay down, and her fingers slid over my shoulders, then down my arms. She made it sensual without even trying. It was just who she was as a woman. When she ran her hands over my chest and down my stomach, my cock twitched hard in my shorts. I knew she saw it.
“Mmm. Someone’s excited,” she teased, brushing her fingers right above my waistband. “That’s a good sign. You’re virile and healthy.”
“Mom … some might be looking?”
“And?” she asked teasingly. “This is a nudist beach, no judgment here.”
My mouth was dry, and all I could do was stare at her, but deep inside, my body ached for more.
After finishing the sunscreen, Mom stood up and stretched, giving me a full view of her glowing, naked body. Her curves caught the sunlight in all the right places, and when she glanced over her shoulder at me with a smirk, I knew she knew exactly what she was doing.
“I’m going in,” she said, walking toward the water.
Her hips swayed with every step, mesmerizing me. She waded into the waves without hesitation, diving under and emerging with her hair slicked back, droplets running down her nude chest.
I couldn’t just sit there anymore. I was about to overheat. I peeled off my shirt and shorts, leaving my boxers on, and ran in after her.
After we’d swum, we headed back up to dry ourselves. She wanted help with that too, and I dabbed the towel across her nude skin. Then she reached into the cooler we brought and pulled out a container of pineapple chunks.
“They taste better down here,” she said, biting into a juicy slice that spilled down her neck and ran down to her cleavage. “Sweeter.”
“They do,” I agreed, chewing slowly, even though I wasn’t really tasting anything. I was too focused on her lips, the juice trickling to the corner of her mouth, the way she licked it away with a grin.
We sat close on the towel, the sun warming our skin, the ocean breeze brushing over us.
“I wish we had more time like this,” she said quietly, staring out at the horizon. “No obligations. No routines. Just you and me, mom and son.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Me too.”
“Sometimes I feel like life’s just rushing past. I mean, look at you, it feels like yesterday you were born and now you’re a full-grown man. I’ve been chasing peace for years, and it feels like I only catch it in moments like this.”
I nodded. “I don’t mind more vacations with you.”
“You sure I’m not embarrassing you with my nudity and flowers?” she said and rubbed my back.
“No … I’m just glad you’re yourself and fully natural.”
She kissed my cheek and leaned against my shoulder.
*****
We ate dinner at a fancy restaurant, and after that, it was time to go to bed. Once we got into the room, Mom headed straight for the bathroom.
“I’ll be a minute,” she said, looking back with a little smile before closing the door.
“Yeah, right,” I said. She was joking since she could spend hours in the bathroom. In the meantime, I sat on the edge of the bed. My cock had been half-hard for hours, and now it was pulsing just from the memory of her walking into the ocean nude, from rubbing sunscreen over her tits, from the way she sighed when I touched her. It wasn’t fading. I badly wanted to masturbate but had never done that while fantasizing about my mother.
After the shower, I heard a buzzer. I arched an eyebrow, thinking perhaps it was a vibrator, which I’d found in her wardrobe before.
My curiosity got the better of me. The bathroom door had an old-style keyhole, and I decided to have a look.
Mom had one foot propped up on a towel, completely naked, leaning slightly forward with a razor in her hand and the shaver was on the sink. She was shaving her pussy. Her free hand spread herself just enough so she could get a clean line. She looked calm, sensual, like this was just another part of her nightly routine.
My cock throbbed. I slid my hand down, slipping inside my shorts, already so hard it hurt. I stroked slowly, biting my lip, watching her glide the razor along the edge of her folds, her skin smooth and glistening. I could see her vagina a bit better now. She had a neatly shaped mound with inner lips that didn’t protrude too much. The color was naturally flushed, the moisture making it look like fresh honey drizzled over her vagina.
I was so close to losing it as I stroked myself.
Then her voice called out through the door. “Hey, sweetie? Can you grab my nightgown? I left it in the bag.”
I froze, my hand still on my cock. “Y-yeah. Yeah, give me a sec,” I said, stumbling toward the suitcase.
I grabbed the nightgown. Pale pink, silky, light as air … And transparent. I held it in one hand and walked up to the door.
“I’ve got it,” I said.
The door cracked open just enough for her to reach out. I handed it to her without looking inside, even though every cell in my body was screaming to.
“Thanks,” she said, and I could hear the smile in her voice.
I went back to sit on the bed, adjusting myself, trying to calm down and suppressing my hard-on. I took a breath, then another. But it didn’t help. I badly needed to masturbate.
A minute later, Mom stepped out, the pink nightgown clinging to her hips, the straps loose over her shoulders. Her hair was brushed and fell over one side of her face. I could see her privates through that nightgown. She looked like a forbidden, erotic dream.
She lay down on her side, propping her head on one hand, the silk of her nightgown slipping up to reveal her thigh. I couldn’t look at her for too long without my cock twitching again. She patted the spot next to her, and I couldn’t resist being closer to her.
“I noticed how hard you were earlier,” she said caringly.
My chest tightened a little. “Oh. Yeah, sorry. I wasn’t trying to be—”
She giggled, sounding more like a teenager than my mother. “Ethan, relax. It’s fine. Honestly, I’m glad. We should be open about sex and stuff. It’s natural.”
I nodded, unsure what to say, the heat already rising to my face.
She ran her fingers lightly down her side, over the curve of her hip. “Truth is, I usually get myself off before I sleep. Helps me relax.”
I blinked. “Seriously?”
She grinned. “Mmhmm. I’ve done it for years. I was going tonight too, but I figured I should ask if you’re okay with that.”
“Yeah,” I said quickly, probably too fast. “I mean, totally. Of course.”
She tilted her head. “Yeah?”
I looked into her eyes. “You were insanely hot earlier. I’ve never seen anything like that in my life.”
That made her smile again. She let her eyes linger on me for a moment before speaking. “Well,” she said, resting her hand near her inner thigh, “what if we did it together?”
“Together?”
“Yeah,” she said, sliding her fingers just beneath the edge of the nightgown. “Side by side. No pressure. Just you and me, enjoying ourselves.”
My heart thudded in my chest. My cock was already stiffening again, pushing hard against the fabric of my shorts.
“I’d like that,” I said, my voice low.
She gave a small, approving nod. “Good. Then get comfortable, sweetie. Let’s enjoy the night.”
Mom slipped the straps of her nightgown down her shoulders, then pulled it over her head. The silk pooled around her waist before she laid it aside. Her breasts looked even more beautiful in the dim light of our hotel room, her tan nipples already hard.
“You should get comfortable too,” she reminded me.
I pulled my shirt off and hesitated at my shorts, suddenly realizing what we were about to do.
“Don’t be shy,” she encouraged. “I’ve seen you hard all day.”
I slid my shorts and boxers down, my cock springing free and swaying back and forth like a snake. Mom’s eyes widened slightly, and I noticed her lick her lips.
“You’re bigger than I imagined,” she said with a playful smile.
We lay side by side, our bodies barely touching. Mom’s hand drifted down between her legs, and she began to stroke herself slowly. I wrapped my fingers around my shaft, but my eyes were glued onto her.
“That’s it,” she murmured, closing her eyes in pleasure. “I love to masturbate.”
I watched, mesmerized, as she circled her clit with two fingers, occasionally dipping lower to gather moisture and then rubbing herself. She moaned seductively, her chest rising and falling. Every time her finger came out of her pussy, it was soaked as if she’d reached into a honey pot. I became curious.
“Can I touch you?” I asked.
She nodded, taking my free hand and guiding it between her legs. “Feel how wet I am.”
My fingers slid against her slick, forbidden folds. I slid a finger inside her, feeling her sweet, sticky wetness coating me.
“You’re so soft,” I whispered, exploring her beauty.
Mom moaned, her hips lifting slightly off the bed. Then her hand reached for me, wrapping around my cock just above my own grip.
“We can touch each other,” she said, stroking me from base to tip.
Her touch felt incredibly good, warm and soft like flower petals. As I explored her, I wasn’t sure what I did. I was just adventurous as I touched every inch of her pussy.
“Oh god,” she said. “That feels amazing.”
We explored each other for several minutes before Mom withdrew her hand.
“I’m getting a bit too turned on. Let’s finish ourselves,” she suggested. “I want to watch you come.”
I reluctantly removed my fingers from her warmth and returned to stroking myself with her hand, smearing it all over my shaft till it glistened. Mom spread her legs wider, giving me a perfect view as she pleasured herself.
“I’m getting close,” she said, thrusting her hips.
“Me too,” I groaned, my hand pumping up and down my cock while I couldn’t stop watching my mother.
Our eyes locked as we approached the peak together. Mom’s back arched, her mouth forming a perfect “O” as she cried out. “Oh, fuck.”
The sight of her orgasm made me burst with pleasure, but just as I was about to explode, Mom shifted position, leaning toward me.
My cum shot out in thick ropes, landing and splashing across her boobs. Some even reached her collarbone and neck, dripping down in thick pearly chunks.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry,” I said.
But Mom just giggled, looking down at the pearly streams adorning her skin. “Don’t apologize. That was incredibly hot.”
She ran a finger through the mess on her breast, lifting it to examine the sticky substance. Then, to my shock, she brought it to her lips and tasted it.
“Mmm,” she hummed. “Sweet. Must be all that pineapple.”
I watched, mesmerized, as she gathered more of my cum on her fingertip and licked it clean.
“I loved cum when I was younger,” she said with a smile. “I don’t remember it ever tasting this good.”
I didn’t know what to say. I was still catching my breath after that dual orgasm. “That felt surprisingly good.”
She smirked. “Don’t pretend that was your first time masturbating.”
“Well… certainly the first time with you.”
She let out a soft laugh. “It makes the experience better, doesn’t it?”
“You’re right.”
She stretched and rolled onto her back, her voice softer now. “Sweet dreams. We’ve got a whole vacation to enjoy.”
“Sweet dreams,” I said, glancing at her one last time before closing my eyes. I already knew it had been one hell of a start.
The end.
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