MOM'S SOFT WARES

Last year about this time, my mother dragged me to a software convention in Florida. Well, to be fair, she didn't have to drag me – it was March and a chance to spend a few days on the beach looking at the girls sounded good to me; and I liked being able to spend time with her too.

My mom is pretty awesome. She's had her own software company for about 5 years now, making various medium-sized financial applications. I've helped her write a few routines, but mostly it is all her work. She always says I'm kind of a programming prodigy, but I think it's really just her genius genes that have given me the knack. I guess I should give my father some credit too since he was a computer geek mom met in college. She never married him; in fact, maybe she only wanted his intellectual genes – I've seen pictures, and she cold have done a lot better. Back in college - hell even today - she is a knockout. With her slim (but by no means bony) body, thick blonde air, and big chest, she could have easily been a cheerleader if she had ever gotten out of the computer lab. It was those studies, however that allowed us to attend the software convention in Florida to show her products to local entrepreneurs.

I had never seen the ocean, so the second we set foot in the hotel, I was ready to hit the beach – never mind that it was almost midnight. Mom could see me craning my neck to see out the hotel's back glass wall, but all I cold see was the lobby's reflection.

"Alright," she said. "Help me get this stuff up to the room, and then you can go exploring. All of the bellmen were gone for the night, so it took a couple of trips to lug all of our display materials to the room.

We got all of the bags up to the room, filling most of the floor space around the two beds, and she began unpacking, accounting for, and assembling her display.

"Do you need me to help, or can I take a look around?"

"I just want to do a quick run-through to make sure I didn't forget anything. I know you're dying to see the water, so go ahead."

I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thanks boss!"

"We have to get going early tomorrow, though, so don't be long."

I was already in the bathroom slipping on my bathing suit. I answered through the crack in the door, "OK, I just want to stick my toe in the water!" I slipped out the back of the hotel and walked across the warm sand to the water. True to my word, I literally stuck a toe in. It was much warmer and calmer than I expected. In fact, had it not been so dark and late, I probably would have dove in. I decided to walk a little ways along the surf. A few minutes later, I heard laughing and splashing ahead in the dark; I couldn't believe anyone was brave enough to swim at night. To my shock, before I knew it, I was right upon the swimmers – I almost ran over a woman of about 25 emerging from the water totally nude!

"Whoa, I-I'm sorry!" I stammered. You have to understand that, at the time, I was 18, but pretty inexperienced, having only gotten as far as putting my hands on a girl's breast (and only through a shirt). So being suddenly face-to-face with a totally nude young woman completely stunned me.

"No problem," she said casually. "It's almost pitch black out here."

I fumbled for conversation hoping to prolong the moment for even another second, "Aren't you scared, swimming alone in the dark?"

I nearly wet my pants when she drew her finger down my chest. "That's why I'm using the buddy system," she said laughing.

I was a confused until suddenly a huge guy appeared out of the surf and scooped her up. "C'mon buddy," he said as she giggled into the night.

I couldn't force myself to look away. In the slight moonlight, I saw them caress each other in a long kiss, then begin dressing.

I couldn't get those images out of my mind as I turned and began walking back to the hotel. Worst of all, staying in a room with my mother, I would have no opportunity to jerk off, which I was desperate to do.

I quietly eased the door open so as not to wake my mom; I was surprised to see that she was still awake and working. And she had changed into just her nightshirt. I had seen it a hundred times before, but having just seen my first naked woman, I couldn't take my eyes off it this time. The shirt seemed shorter than before . . . or maybe her legs seemed longer . . . and was she wearing a bra?

"That was quick," she said.

"Like I said, just sticking my toe in the water." I debated telling her about the skinny-dippers, but I was already too worked up without trying to talk about it. My eyes involuntarily shifted back to her thigh, exposed from the shirt creeping up as she worked.

"Why don't you take your shower tonight and I'll take mine in the morning so we can get out of here quick in the morning."

I quickly agreed. My cock nearly went boing as I freed it from my pants. I got in the shower and lathered up my hands. Soon my cock was cleaner than it had ever been in my life.

DAY 2

My Mom woke up every day at 5 am without an alarm clock. It is just an indication of her confidence that even on an important day like this she trusted her internal clock more than a wake-up call. I guess that must be in the genes too as I had awoken just seconds before she got out of bed.

Not one to dawdle, she rolled right out of bed and disappeared around the corner where there was a sink outside of the bathroom. I heard the basin water turned on and a few seconds later, saw her nightshirt come flying out toward the suitcases. I couldn't see her, but was left to wonder, was she standing there in just a bra and panties? Had she even been wearing a bra to bed? Or panties, for that matter?

God, what was wrong with me? One glimpse of a naked girl and I've gone completely nuts! This was my Mom!

I took the few minutes of privacy to jerk off again. This time, however, I'm embarrassed to admit that the girl on the beach wasn't the only image in my head; much as I tried to put her out of my head, Mom kept creeping in. Thank God I had finished and was dressed when she emerged from the bathroom in a towel. Actually the big hotel towel covered almost as much as the nightshirt had, but she was still damn sexy in it with her glistening shoulders exposed. She grabbed an outfit and again disappeared around the corner.

I began packing up all of the laptops, software and marketing junk. When Mom emerged 20 minutes later, I was stunned; she was normally a jeans and sweatshirt type. Today, however, she was dressed in a short black dress, with a red jacket over the low-cut top. Frankly, just what I did NOT need to see today!

"Wow – that's new!" was all I could think to say.

"You like?"

"You look great!" I gushed as she slipped on a pair of never-worn black pumps. "It's all about marketing. I used to think it was a sign of weakness to use my gender, but I'm starting to realize that it's just another asset. If that's what it takes to use as bait, that's fine – my products will reel them in."

When we walked into the convention center, it was obvious that everyone else had been reading up on marketing too. Since nearly all of the customers would be men, nearly every vendor had brought along their cutest employee, daughter, or from the appearance of a few – a hooker to stand in their booth and look sexy.

Mom had the same thought and said, "Wow look at them, they're all gorgeous. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea – I can't compete with some 19 year old model!

"You're as cute as any of them," I said. "and they're just here for show. None of them can talk about their product like you can."

Mom gave me a hug. "Thanks – I needed to hear that. Now let's get set up."

Naturally, the men that came by the booth wanted to talk to Mom much more than me. She would occasionally refer a question to me about a module I had worked on, and had me write up some of the orders. Mostly though, I was consigned to keeping the hardware up and getting her Diet Cokes.

Coming back from the concession stand, I noticed that the corner booth beside us had two cute girls working there. They didn't look glitzy like the others, but were both very cute and young. I stopped by and struck up a conversation with them. It turned out they were in the same position as me. They came to help their father, but were mostly just sitting around. They said they planned to leave and hit the beach at 2:00. They invited me, but as much as I longed to see these two cuties in bikinis, I knew I had to stay with Mom.

Then a miracle happened – at 2:00, Mom said she could handle the rest of the day if I wanted to hit the beach. I managed to catch the girls as they were leaving and we agreed to meet in the hotel lobby.

Jennifer was a year older than me, and Erica was my age. I arrived in the lobby first and saw them coming from the elevators. I looked forward to seeing both of them in bikinis. Both were really cute with great bodies. Since they were from Tampa, they probably even already had nice tans.

"Have you been to this beach before?" Jennifer asked.

I laughed. "Yeah, in fact last night I caught a couple of crazy people skinny-dipping!"

"What is skinny-dipping?" Erica asked.

"I mean they didn't have any clothes on."

Jennifer looked at me. "And that's the only time you've been to this beach?"

I sensed something was up. "Yeah."

"Then you're in for a treat. We make it a point to come to this beach every year Dad comes to the convention."

The three of us crossed a wooden bridge and as the beach came into view, I was so flabbergasted that it made last night seem like a "day at the beach". Everywhere I looked were naked people. To be honest, most were men, but there were a lot of women, too. Whereas it had taken me 16 years to see a totally naked woman, it took only 10 seconds to see the next 25. I tried my best to stay cool, but it was a losing battle.

The girls laughed at me as I looked around in stunned silence. "You didn't know what kind of beach this was, did you?" Erica said. I could only shake my head in disbelief.

Jennifer said, "You won't believe how quickly you get used to it. It is sooo natural and sooo relaxing. We come here every year."

We stopped at a clear spot and spread out a large blanket the girls had brought. I looked away for only a second, and the next thing I knew, I was staring at Erica's bare ass as she was running naked down to the surf.

Jennifer laughed at her sister and casually took off her bikini top. Then, like it was nothing, stripped off the bottoms. For the 2nd time in less than a day, I was inches from a cute naked girl. I guess my shock was obvious.

Jennifer suddenly realized what was happening. "Oh, my God. You've never seen a naked girl, have you?"

Geez, how humiliating – I guess Mom wasn't the only one who wasted too much of her youth in front of a keyboard. My biggest fear, though, was that she would cover herself. "That's not exactly true . . . I saw the one last night." I was glad she chuckled at that.

"I'm sorry I sprung this on you then. If this is too much, if you would rather go to the clothed section of the beach, we'll go with you."

"No, I'll give this a try," I said, for the first time allowing my eyes to leave hers. "Maybe I should keep my pants on, though. It's kind of embarrassing because . . . . "

"Because you have an erection? Nobody cares, it's not a big deal." Reassured by her words, I did let my suit fall to the ground, and yes my cock was hard as a rock.

"I'm so sorry about this. I don't want you to think it's because of you, I mean – "

"Of course it's because of me!" she laughed. I'm the first naked girl you've ever been this close to!"

She was right of course. It was obvious that she was much more experienced and mature than me at only a year older. And she was also right that eventually my erection went down and the nudity became natural, and not sexual - I would never have believed that in a million years. Of course, in my mind, I imagined her wanting me to rub suntan lotion all over her and Erica, but it didn't happen. The only time I almost lost control was when we went to the concession stand. Looking at Jennifer's bare back and butt as she stood ahead of me, it just seemed so natural to hold her, but I knew that would be wrong. Actually my erection was up and down all day.

Unfortunately, at 5, I had to leave to help Mom pack up her stuff. It was murder to tear myself away. Of course, the nude girls were great, but I really enjoyed Erica and Jennifer's company too. As I stood and pulled my pants up, Jennifer leaned over and whispered something to Erica. I began saying my goodbyes as they stood. We all agreed that we hoped to meet again next year. As I was about to go, Jennifer said, "Wait a minute," and grabbed my hand. She stood and pulled me into a warm embrace. This time I felt it was appropriate for my hands to caress her warm bare back.

I can't start to describe how good this felt. Maybe you get used to it as you get older, but right then, holding a naked teenage girl was the high point of my life. She even seemed to purposely brush her breasts across my chest as she kissed me on the cheek. My hands slid down her waist and over her bare hips. Then Erica joined us in a group a hug. And the high point of my life just got even higher.

All the way back to the hotel, I was grinning like an idiot and whistling. I just hoped I could sneak a few minutes to jerk off sometime soon. When I got to Mom at the show, she was very excited had grabbed me in a tight hug. Luckily, my erection was in a down phase at the moment. Although having another beautiful girl in my arms, even my Mom and even with clothes, made it jump.

"You won't believe how many orders we got!" she gushed.

"That's great," I said, prolonging the embrace.

"How was the beach," Mom asked. "Did you meet the girls there?"

I'm not sure why, but I told a very rare lie. "Uh, we ended up going to the pool."

The whole time we were packing, I'm ashamed to say that I was checking out Mom's legs and sneaking peeks down her blouse. The urge to start masturbating right then and there was overwhelming.

Mom was so tired from her day at the show that she didn't want to do anything but go home, take a bath and go to sleep. At first I was a little disappointed and tried to figure what I could do in a strange town and no car. Then I realized, that this might give me a blissful 30 minutes to safely jerk off while she took her bath.

The second the door closed behind her, I began rubbing myself through my pants. I wanted to safely wait until I heard the water shut off before going any further. I was learning my 2nd truth about nude beaches – 1st was that, incredibly, you do tune out the nudity, at least intermittently. 2nd was that the memories are much sexier than the experience. I nearly came in my pants after 10 seconds. It was literally killing me as I waited to hear the tub water turn off. I was so anxious that I jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom door to see if I could hear what the progress was. I was thinking about how much I wanted to see more naked girls (and who knew when that would be?) when I realized that I was about 2 feet from a gorgeous naked girl right now.

My ear was to the door and I was rubbing away, when I nearly had a heart attack as Mom yelled, "Davey! Can you hear me?"

I leapt back into the sleeping area., and cleverly shouted, "Yes?" in the other direction to sound further away.

A second later, I heard the door open. "I didn't know if you could hear me."

I still couldn't see her, but by this time I was so worked up, that I risked walking around the corner. I was partially rewarded in that she was already out of her robe, and only in a towel. "Sorry Mom."

She was clearly surprised that I had come around within sight of her. "I forgot to tell you that if a Tom Johnson calls, I need to talk to him. He was going to get approval on a big second order from his boss and get back to me tonight."

I could now see that the towel wasn't even wrapped around her, but she was just holding it to her chest. If it had even occurred to me to pray for what happened next, I would have: at that very second, the phone rang.

"That must be him," she said excitedly. The call really seemed to throw her into a tizzy – she reached behind the door for her robe, but it just didn't seem to want to come unsnagged from the hook. "Oh, shit!" she gave up on the robe and pulled the towel up to cover her butt. "No peeking" she said as she hustled around me to the phone.

Of course, I could not help but look. Mom was pretty efficient with that small towel though, and I saw only her bare back. Any more than that and I know I would have shot off in my pants. My first thought was to grab the bathroom for some masturbation time. Then I remembered - oh yeah, there was an almost-naked woman in the other room.

I rounded the corner just in time to see Mom giving me hand signals. She was making the universal "get me something to write on" motion with her hand. I grabbed a hotel notepad from the desk and gave it to her. I think she didn't get it herself because of the precarious position of the towel. The slightest move, especially since her hands were occupied, would be disastrous. As she spoke on the phone, she then motioned me to get her order book. As she reached for it, a strategic tuck in the towel came apart and only her cat-like reflexes kept her breasts covered. But it was now like watching a building begin to crumble – every second, gravity and her slight movements were degrading the small towel's ability to keep her covered; any tug in one direction exposed flesh at the other end.

Finally Mom made a last ditch effort to cover up and ended up exposing her entire left side – an unbroken line of beautiful flesh all the way up her leg, her hips and waist, to her shoulder. I guess I'm just a doofus –much as I would have liked to gawk at her, I went to the bathroom, got her hotel robe and draped it over her. She motioned to me to spin around, which I did dutifully. A second later the I saw the towel hit the bed and knew that Mom was a foot behind me, certainly nude, probably struggling to get into a robe while talking on the phone. A minute later, she tapped me on the shoulder for the all-clear.

"Oh, that's great, Jim. You should receive your order in about 2 weeks . . . well you have my number if anything comes up . . . thanks so much. Bye-bye." Mom hung up the phone and threw her arms around me. "Oh, my God! They ordered another 500 units!"

I immediately did the math in my head and hugged her back. "Wow, that's great, Mom! We're rich!"

"Well, maybe not rich, but I'll tell you what – let's turn this into a real vacation and stay a couple more days!"

"Oh, that would be great!"

"Let's do it! Ahh, what a way to end the day – that bath is going to be sooo relaxing." As she was walking away, and I was checking out her legs in the little hotel robe, she said, "Oh, and this will give us a chance to try the beach."

DAY 3

"I'm surprised my dick didn't have calluses the next morning; I gave it a pretty good workout while Mom had her bath. The next morning, my mind was spinning like a top. Was this really going to happen? Did I want it to really happen?

Then Mom emerged from the bathroom wearing a bikini. I had never seen her in one. No, it wasn't the kind a 16 year old girl would wear, but it was pretty shocking and very exciting to see her in it. Little did she know . . . .

"I don't know why I even bought this," she said. "I really didn't plan on getting to the beach this trip. Not until we sold 500 units!" she exclaimed, grabbing me again. At this point I had only a bathing suit on; it was more skin-on-skin contact than I had ever had with Mom.

I put my hands on her bare waist, and had a flashback to that incredible embrace on the beach yesterday. That was it - oh Christ, I had to see her!We went downstairs and Mom told the desk clerk that we would stay another 2 days. Unfortunately, our suite had been booked for that night, but another room was available on the first floor. She arranged with the concierge to have our things moved that afternoon.

We walked out the back door of the hotel and my mind raced. I was determined to do this, but how? Should I just go to the beach with her? Would that scare her off? Should I hang out by the pool, then spy on her later after she was naked?

She answered the question for me when she noticed some other kids that had been at the show were at the pool now. "If you'd rather stay at the pool again like yesterday, it's OK – I have my book and will probably just take a nap at the beach anyway."

I gave her a kiss, "OK, I think I will."

"I'll be back up in a couple of hours and we'll go somewhere nice for lunch."

"Cool." And then I watched my beautiful bikini-clad Mom walk to the nude beach. God, I could only pray that she took the bait.

I sat in a lounge chair worried that I'd see Mom come walking back 5 minutes later. After the longest half-hour of my life, I decided, it was time – Mom should be on the beach and (what a sick puppy I am) naked.

I crossed the bridge and again it was like crossing over into Shangri-La. Sure, the average beach-goer was a fat German guy, but there were a lot of women, too. And girls.

Now to find Mom. Luckily, she had a really loud blanket with her, and she had said that she wanted to be right near the water. Next question: approach her with my suit on or off. I decided to leave it on – although some might think I was just a local gawking, it would allow an easier transition for Mom. She wouldn't just suddenly see her son nude with more wood than Sequoia National Forest. I began my hunt.

Not far down the beach, I saw that hideous orange blanket – but no Mom. Uh-oh, I started to panic. What if she saw me first? What if she hid? What if she accused me of being a sick perverted bastard trying to spy on her (well, that part would be right anyway). Honestly, at that second, I wasn't seeing any other women as my eyes scanned the beach.

Then I saw her.

Oh, my God! There was my Mom only about 25 feet away emerging from the surf completely nude! I would have been awestruck even if I had never met her – those long legs, her thick blonde hair (not wet, just moist from the spray and perspiration), and those big natural boobs jiggling as she trotted out of the breaking waves. Holy shit, what was I doing here?

I also noted that she wasn't wearing her glasses or even the prescription shades. Without them she was blind, so I risked walking even closer. As she was going toward the blanket, I walked along the surf so that our paths almost crossed. My nude glistening Mom passed only a few feet in front of me, giving me the most awesome sight a son could ever have. I passed so close behind her that I could have reached out and touched her bare ass.

In a bit of a stupor, kept walking, not sure what to do next. I'm sure this will disgust many people, but if holding two nude girls yesterday was the greatest feeling in my life, it was nothing compared to this thrill today.

I guess I was feeling like a real daredevil, I decided to chance a walk-by. I did a quick 180 on the beach, almost running into a nude 15 year old girl that I barely noticed. Ah, there she was in a beach chair by the blanket – and still no glasses. I veered out of the surf and began walking right toward Mom, prepared that if the glasses suddenly came out, I would immediately abort the mission.

She was laying back, her legs parted a little I could even see – NO, I was not going to look there! I still had some decency!

She became only more beautiful as I got closer. As I neared the foot of her chair, cutting my eyes to see her, I nearly shit.

"Davey?" She immediately, but not in a panic, put an arm over her breasts and pulled one leg up to discreetly hide her "privates."

OH, SHIT! RUN? PLEAD FOR FORGIVENESS?

I decided to do what I always did with Mom – be honest. "Uh, hi Mom."

"Davey, what are you doing here? You weren't, I mean you wouldn't . . . "

"Oh, God no, Mom," I said, averting my eyes. OK, maybe it was only a 9 on the honesty scale. "Here's the truth," I began.

"Well, at least sit down for this. It makes me kind of anxious having you tower over me like that."

I pulled up another beach chair. The main thing I noticed, though, was that she had never scrambled for a towel. She was covering herself, but only with her arm and leg.

I came clean with her, still looking everywhere except at her body. "I'm sorry, Mom, I lied about yesterday. Jennifer and Erica and I came here, not to the pool."

"Oh my God! Was that the first time you had ever seen a girl?"

"Oh, this is soooo embarrassing – yes."

"Don't be embarrassed, honey." She even extended her hand to mine. "What an introduction to the opposite sex – a nude beach! What did you think?"

"Oh, I thought they were awesome, Mom!"

"Well, I hope so, silly! I meant what did you think of the beach?"

"It was overwhelming at first, but then you get used to it – I couldn't believe that. I still sometimes got, you know, but mostly you just forget about the nudity. Guys at school would never believe this! You just kinda see people as people whether they're fat or old or whatever."

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a smile. "And you just let me stroll right down here?"

"I just didn't know how to bring it up. I would have had to tell you about yesterday and I wasn't sure what you'd say. And what would you have thought if I came with you this morning? That I was trying to sneak a peek?"

"Which brings us to now. What were you doing?"

THINKDAVEYTHINK!

"Even though, like I said, yesterday wasn't what I expected, it was still very relaxing here. And, I guess I shouldn't admit it, but I did like seeing the girls. So I came down for another look around. I'm so sorry, Mom – I'll go back to the pool."

She tightened her grip on my hand. "That is such a mature attitude; I'm so proud of you! No, this isn't a sexy atmosphere and I don't think many kids – young men – your age could understand that. If it doesn't gross you out too much being here with your old Mom, you're welcome to stay."

"Thanks Mom, you're the greatest."

"One question, though. Yesterday, were you . . . did you participate?"

I must have blushed all over. "Yes."

"Well do what ever you feel comfortable with today. By the way, without my glasses, I wouldn't have seen you if you didn't wear those hideous orange shorts – they're as tacky as this blanket."

And so 60 seconds later, I was laying next to my Mom, both of us totally nude. Un-fucking-believable! I wasn't really sure what to do. I'm not proud of it, but I just couldn't resist the urge to sneak occasional looks at my Mom. It just seemed so . . . strange – how often does a guy get to see him Mom with no clothes on?

Being the naturally restless type, I was frequently up and about, in the water, walking the beach, checking out the sights. Of course the trip back to the chair always provided the perfect excuse to look in Mom's direction.

After one excursion, Mom said, "There's a concession stand right up the beach. Let's get some hot dogs, or whatever they have."

I joined her in walking to the stand which the girls and I had gone to yesterday. Standing in line, I had exactly the same feeling as Mom stood in front of me. It would have been so natural to put my hands on her. Against, my self-restraint was awesome.

Mom turned to speak to me, taking off her sunglasses. Before she said whatever was on her mind, she sputtered, "Oh, my God, you're burning up!"

She put her hand on my chest and I jumped – and not just from the sexual charge. She was right – I hadn't used any sunscreen and I was burning up.

"We're going inside right now!" she said.

"No, I'll be OK," I replied. "I'll just borrow sum of your sunscreen and lie on my stomach for a while."

"Are you sure you can lie on your stomach?" she laughed.

Oh my God, did my Mom just make a joke about my erection?

Now it was my turn to sputter,"I, uh, I er . . . . "

"Its no big deal," she said. "You are amazing how well you are handling this."

She turned to place the lunch order, and – I swear to God – completely by accident, I did get a little too close and my erection found its way between her butt cheeks. No, I didn't give her anal sex, and no I didn't cum; it was nothing more than a light brush, and she barely even reacted.

After we quickly downed the dogs, Mom offered to rub sunscreen on my back. It felt nice, but there was certainly nothing sexual about it. Until she said, "Before you get too comfortable, can you do my back?"

Hey-oooooh! This was a whole different ballgame. I had adjusted pretty well to seeing my Mom nude, but touching her was another thing entirely. Always one to honor my parent, I obliged immediately. I squirted lotion on my hands and began rubbing it into her back. God, could this really be happening? I oiled up her upper back, and yes even slid down to the sides of her breasts, then worked my way down her back. How far should I go, I wondered. Does she really intend for me to oil up her bare ass?

As I got down around her waist, she leaned around and said, "I can take it from there, Hef."

She and I both fell asleep surrounded by the warm sun and sea air. This time it was my internal clock that woke first – looking for food. I looked at my watch and knew it was trouble.

"Mom, wake up!" I put a hand over to shake her. As soon as I touched her, she shrieked. We had been asleep in the sun for 3 hours and were both burned to a crisp.

"We have to get back to the room – NOW!" she said. Just getting up was painful. I was in agony slipping back into my shorts – the hell with wearing a shirt – even the cotton would be like sandpaper. Mom, of course, had no such luxury. I sadly watched her beautiful breasts disappear into a T-Shirt, knowing that I would never see them again. She was almost in tears from the pain, even having to hold the shirt out from her chest (my guess is that the friction was brutal on her nipples).

Looking like we had just walked across the Sahara, we stumbled into the lobby. This was a pretty nice hotel, so the desk clerk had to pretend to give a damn (of course, any guy would have helped the big-boobed blonde with bikini panties and no bra – but he also helped me). Obviously, this had happened many times before, and the desk had a "survival kit" for each of us to take to the room. We didn't even look inside, we just slowly slogged our way to the elevator. The clerk called to us, and we were in too much pain to even turn around.

"Don't forget," he called after us. "We moved your belongings to a new room – the only vacancy we had left." A few minutes later, I unlocked the door. We didn't even make it to the table, we just dropped our junk on the floor. I tore open my survival kit and found a can of some junk that was supposed to ease the pain. I sat to read the can and leapt up – there would be no sitting on that ass for a while!

Without thinking, I eased my shorts off right there in front of Mom; it felt so much better not to have them rubbing against my burnt skin. I could tell Mom was about to object, but then said, "Oh well, I guess there aren't any more secrets between us." With that, she slipped down her panties and carefully took off the t-shirt so that she was as naked as me.

Another lesson learned that day: It's one thing to see your Mom nude at the beach; it's another thing entirely to see her naked in a hotel room. At the beach, it even seemed somewhat natural, this was just . . . unbelievable! I began spraying this stuff on my burnt skin when Mom said, "Here, let me do that."

She began spraying this stuff all over my body. Of course, the most-effected areas were those that never got any sun. So she was forced pay extra attention to my butt and my dick which, unfortunately, was stiff as a crowbar. This stuff did help ease the pain though.

After nearly emptying the can, she said, "Ok, now do me." I began spraying her; likewise, it was her butt and breasts that needed the most attention and I was happy to supply it. "Oh that feels good," she purred. "Oh yeah . . . I don't think I can stand that t-shirt against my skin again. Unless it makes you uncomfortable, I think I'm going to just crawl under a single sheet and sleep this off a little bit.

"That sounds like a good plan. Maybe after a few hours of sleep, we can go out and get something to eat." Still nude, we each walked to opposite sides of the bed and, believe it or not, in our agony, that was the first time we realized that they had only been able to get us a room with a single bed. We each had a corner of the sheet in our hand, pulling it back when it hit us –and we looked at each other.

"It's OK," I said breaking the awkward silence. "I can lay on the floor." I could see Mom thinking for a second (I could also see her hanging breasts swaying slightly as she leaned over the bed).

"You are not laying on this cheap hotel carpet - this stuff gives you rug burns when you look at it the wrong way. Look, this is a king-size bed – we'll be fine." Mom disappeared under the sheet, and I joined her.

And no, we didn't start humping like rabbits. The heat, the salty air, and the burn had so sapped us of energy that we both passed out immediately.

But then a funny thing happened.

This was the first real burn either of us had ever had. We didn't realize that the burning sensation (not nearly as bad as it first seemed) would later give way to a bad case of the shivers. I guess our internal clocks got burned too, because we slept for 8 hours. And we awoke freezing to death. In each others arms. Nude.

Our eyes caught each other's for a second and we both quickly looked away. But we continued holding each other's shivering bare bodies. I never expect to have a sensation as awesome as that was. Even with the burn, knowing that this was my naked Mom in my arms trembling, was the greatest feeling I had ever known. To be honest, I wasn't really in all that much pain anymore; I wasn't about to admit that though. I held my Mom, rubbed against her bare skin. I was even rubbing my stiff dick between her thighs as we held each other. She rolled over so her back was to me – nothing personal, I think she was just half-comatose. I spooned up against her, my dick nestling between her butt cheeks. I ran my hand over her waist to rest on her stomach. "Mom," I whispered. "Are you alright?"

She groggily said something that was unintelligible.

I pulled myself even closer so that I was firmly against her bare body; it still radiated heat from our time on the beach. All I can think is that maybe my age allowed me to recover more quickly. "Mom?" I shook her slightly. I involuntarily ground my dick more firmly between her thighs as I dared slowly move my hand toward Mom's breasts.

"Water," she barely managed to utter. "Please."

I went to the sink and filled a glass. Still nude, I looked at myself I the mirror. Is this what marriage I like, I wondered. I'm walking around naked with a hard-on; there's a beautiful girl nude in my bed. I glanced down toward my erection and noticed that under the sink, the mini-bar had been opened. No wonder Mom was so conked out. She must have taken a couple of the little bottles to the beach with her – I really doubted that she had been up for a drink since we returned to the room.

I took the water back to the bed. Mom managed to sit up a little and I held the cup to her lips as I eased an arm around her bare shoulder. She took only a sip and leaned back. "Can you spray some more of that stuff on me?" she mumbled.

I got the can and returned to the bed. Oh well, she did ask for it, I thought as I grabbed the corner of the sheet. I slowly peeled back the sheet revealing my Mom's totally nude body. I sat on the edge of the bed so that our bare thighs were touching and began at her feet, the tops of which still showed some burn. I moved up her calves and thighs – oh my god – and then her neatly trimmed "bikini-zone." The can began to empty as I approached her beautiful breasts. I gave the can another shake and began spraying Mom's boobs. The can began to sputter out its contents (and I could sure sympathize with that), leaving a few globs on Mom's boobs.

Without thinking, I did the logical thing – I put the can down and began rubbing the oil into Mom's boobs myself. Of course that took about 2 seconds; after that I was just enjoying my first feel of a woman's – my Mom's! – big boobs. I just couldn't let go, it felt so good, they were so big and warm and soft. Over and over I rubbed, squeezed, and kneaded Mom's large bare breasts; I was in ecstasy!

"Uh, Davey, please, this isn't right," she barely managed to get out.

I was getting my first taste of what guys meant when they said the little head was thinking for the big head. Rather than back off, I threw one leg over Mom so I was straddling her, my stiff dick between her legs, actually brushing against her vagina as I continued massaging her boobs. I buried my face in Mom's neck and sighed, "Oh, that feels so good, Mom."

Mom seemed to be only slightly coming out of her coma. "Davey, Davey, I know this has been a crazy couple of days for you." She gently took my hands off her breasts and held them. "Seeing so much new to you - and it all happening at once."

She released my hands and I placed them on her bare hips. "I'm sorry Mom. I guess I went a little crazy." I wasn't beyond begging, though. "But can I please just touch them one more time?"

She flashed a sleepy smile at me. "You know it's not exactly normal for a guy to want to feel his Mom's breasts." That wasn't a "no" so my hands began sliding back toward her boobs.

I then got the shock of my life as Mom wrapped her hand around my rock-hard dick. "OH MOM!" My hands didn't even make it to her boobs before I exploded.

Even before I could stutter an apology, she said groggily, "That's OK – I knew that would happen. You'll last a little longer the 2nd time, and being young, probably the 3rd and 4th time."

She was clearly still very groggy from the mixture of sun, salt air and alcohol. Could I take advantage of her this way? Would it be taking advantage - no, dummy, Mom would still fuck me if she were sober. It took about 2 seconds for me to delude myself into thinking this was OK. I leaned down and kissed Mom on the mouth. I didn't allow myself to think about the alcohol that was still on her breath – clearly she did have a couple of shots after we got back to the room.

As we kissed, she began stroking my still-erect dick. My hands roamed all over Mom's bare body and she cautioned me to take it easy since she was still burning. She allowed me to have my way with her for a while, then she began to take charge. She rolled me over so my back was propped up on the pillows and she was leaning over me. I couldn't resist the opportunity to once again work over her big swaying boobs. She smiled and gently pushed my hands away.

She then launched me into ecstasy by thrusting my erect dick into her mouth. I watched in orgasmic disbelief as my rod slipped in and out of my Mom's mouth, as she played with my balls and worked her lips and tongue over my dickhead. I began running my hands through mom's thick blonde hair; although, to be honest, I didn't know what the hell I was doing. Mom was showing me no mercy. She removed my dick from her mouth and began roughly jerking the slick rod. I knew I couldn't take but a few seconds of that, so I used my hands to guide her face back to my dick. She rubbed my dick all over her face and kissed the head, but then began jerking me off even faster.Before I had a chance to protest, I was again spewing cum; then spewing apologies. As before, Mom knew best. "It's OK, it's OK. I just wanted you to have a fighting chance."

"What do you mean?"

This time, it was Mom's turn to do the straddling. She climbed on top of me and grabbed my dick, brushing it against the lips of her vagina. "Oh, Mom," I sighed.

"I wanted this to last more than 5 seconds, so I'll bet 3rd time is the charm. She lowered herself onto me and I was a virgin no more. For the next 2 hours, we did it in every position; or at least all that I knew about. She did ride me in the beginning, but later I was on top, and I also gave it to her from behind. Just as Mom planned, it did take me longer to come – I was pretty good at holding off despite the incredible physical sensation. The only time I couldn't control myself is when this thought popped into my head: Oh my God, I'm fucking my Mom!