Vicky felt her son’s eyes curiously scanning her breasts as she stood there — somewhat triumphantly and proud — exposed before her naked son. She knew that her breasts turned the heads of men, so she could be sure her son’s mind was swimming in sordid thoughts. She was equal parts tickled pink and downright disturbed.
You did it. That doesn’t feel so bad, does it? Guess you can just take a peek at it again now that he’s got his eyes all over you. Just have a good look at it, why keep acting so shy about your interest? Just Look. You’re actually eager to show him the rest of your body aren’t you? God I’m sick. thought Vicky.
As Donny slowly turned to fish his boardshorts from the backpack, his mother tucked her fingers into her dress by the waist and began to wriggle and shimmy it across the flowing curve of her hips, taking her panties along for the ride.
Donny was staggered by contours of his mother’s body. He’d never seen such a womanly figure in the flesh like this. There’s just..so much there to grab. I want to feel her. No, that’s gross! She’s your mom! As Vicky’s breasts swayed back and forth during the tumult, she found herself occasionally arching her body back to allow her breasts to balloon back up into the full view of her son who was currently fumbling his feet through the openings of his shorts.
Oh my god! cried Donny internally as his mother shifted both her dress and panties down to her ankles in one fell swoop, causing a v-shaped, brunette bush to burst forth between her legs. Donny sprung up rapidly, whipping his shorts up violently, causing his cock to flick up against his abdomen and slink away like a fleeing snake under the confines of the fabric.
“I guess you’re not used to seeing a woman like this. I don’t shave it all off like the young girls these days apparently do,” explained Vicky as she rolled her eyes. “Pass me my swimsuit, would you?” asked Vicky politely as as she shifted a leg outward and rested a hand on her hip. For a brief moment she felt like a goddess, standing there so assertively; so comfortably nude with her son. She had just about forgotten that there were two men outside the door, a few yards away.
Donny fossicked around the backpack and pulled out his mother’s one-piece swimsuit and passed it to her. The fly of his boardshorts was agape, exposing his own dense, dark pubic hair, and this did not go unnoticed by his mother’s wandering eye.
“There’s two people in there man…what the fuck?” one of the men whispered to the other quizzically.
Vicky stepped into her swimsuit, then stood up, twisting at her hips to point her round backside her son’s way for a moment as the fabric slid up and over it, causing her thick butt to jiggle pleasingly. Shen then turned to face Donny once again and scooped her arms through the arm hoops, taking a moment to run her hands up and back through her long brown hair to clear it from the inside of the suit. Donny swooned as his mother’s voluptuous tits rose and fell into the swimsuit, her nipples catching against the edge of the fabric on the way.