“You’re everything,” I replied, knowing then and there I was in love with my mother in a much bigger way than just family.
“You’re my everything too, sweetheart,” she said, turning back around before adding, “now let Mom sunbathe.”
“Oh yeah,” I chuckled awkwardly, realizing the dream had come to an end. “You probably can’t get any sun with me leaning over you.”
She didn’t say anything as I got off her, my cock raging, and Mom’s bold words about my big cock swimming around in my mind. I stared at her ass a bit longer before I decided to go for a swim and dash some literal cold water on my raging hard-on.
An hour later, Mom fully back in her bikini, she said, glancing down at my crotch, “We’re going out for dinner tonight.”
“Where?” I asked.
“At the exclusive golf course,” she smiled, since it was the only restaurant in 50 miles.
“Well, I’ll wear my finest golf shirt,” I joked.
“Dress up as nice as you can, honey,” she said, going to our cabin, before turning around and adding, “and I will too.”
As she turned away and went into the cabin I stood there flabbergasted.
She’d definitely looked at my crotch.
She was taking me out on what almost seemed like a date.
She’d allowed me to poke her ass with my dick for endless minutes.
She’d let me see a lot more of her breast than the mother of an eighteen-year-old should.
She’d mentioned how big my dick is.
Which, by the way, is impressive. I don’t mean to brag, as I was a virgin and no girls at school had a clue about what I have in my pants, but I’m seven and seven-eighths inches in length (I measured… bummed I wasn’t eight inches). I’ve done some research and that is substantially above the average cock size of five point one (according to google). I also know from seeing them naked at different times that I’m bigger than any of my three brothers. I’ve always hoped once I met a girl in college where it was about more than looks and athletics (I sure hope it’ll be) and she saw my cock, I’d become the stud I dreamed about being.
I went into our cabin and to my room and changed. I had very limited options as I hadn’t brought many clothes other than t-shirts and shorts. I did have a golf shirt and khaki shorts, so that’s what I put on after I had a quick shower (although we were camping, we were doing it in a rather comfortable way… air conditioned cabin with a shower, bathroom, satellite television and full kitchen). Before I put my khaki dress shorts on, I grabbed my one pair of quality underwear (a pair of MyPakage (yes, that’s the correct spelling) underwear which is a Canadian company very similar to Saxx underwear… except more affordable… at least where I found a pair for eighteen bucks).
I didn’t expect the night to end with Mom seeing me in them, but I was hopeful, and sure wanted to showcase my cock as best I could if, by some miracle, I did end up showing her my underwear.
I walked out and Mom was still in her room. I flipped on the television and was watching Wheel of Fortune when Mom startled me by saying, “Home is where the heart is.”