As they approached their camp, she could not even bear to look at him, opting instead to flop down on her stomach out in the sun. It was just too uncomfortable dealing with the situation, when they had at least both been aware of his erection. Whether her son had realized the nature of her actions in the water she did not know, and feared to think about. She closed her eyes as the sun began to dry her back and she resolved to not make any more sexual advances towards her son. She then tried her best to clear all thoughts from her head.
John sat in the shade, beneath their umbrella, gazing out at the ocean (for Sam was no longer there to gaze at). He had actually not realized that the erotic contact initiated by his mother had been intentional. Were it another a woman, there would be no question, but he was not yet prepared to even consider the fact that his mom was sexually attracted to him. No, he figured his erection against her ass had simply been his own sick mind, and he was totally disgusted with himself for it. What kind of freak was he? He sighed, not really certain he wanted to answer that question. He glanced to his mom, who was lounging on her stomach, in the sun…and he forced his eyes not to roam over her body.
However, he could not help but think about the fact that she was very nearly naked, wearing just her bikini top which barely covered her breasts, and her bikini bottoms which covered just half of each ass cheek.
Again he sighed and then stood. He retrieved a fresh towel from their bag and began to move into the sun, on the opposite side of their umbrella from his mom. He needed some distance between them. But she looked up at his stirring and called out to him as he was about to get settled in his new spot. “Babe?”
He responded cautiously, watching her from across the patch of shade. “Yeah?”
His mom had decided that she was going to prove to herself that her prior attraction had indeed been a passing phase, and that she was now rid of the strange anomaly. “Why don’t you come over here?”
John froze in indecision. Why did she want him to do that? But soon his thoughts were on the same path as that of his mom’s. He wanted – no, he needed – to convince himself that he was not some sick pervert. With confidence, he picked up his towel and proceeded back towards the shade.
When he reached the shade, she said, “Leave it.” It took him a moment to realize she was referring to his towel. “Mine’s already wet and there’s no sense in messing two.” She shifted over on her towel, making room for him.
John left his and stepped back out into the sun. Before him lay his mother, her wet hair pushed back and the rest of her body glistening. She was still stretched out on her stomach, but she was up on one elbow, turned slightly to look at him with the side of her head resting on her hand. As hard as he tried, he could not avoid looking at her body. Holy crap, he thought, was she hot. Her skin was a rich tanned color, made more tantalizing by the droplets of water covering it. She was in her late thirties, but she worked out and was in amazing shape. His eyes started at her feet and moved longingly up to her muscular calves, admiring their shape. Next came her finely-toned thighs, and above that, her incredibly tight and curved ass. Her bikini bottom was snug against that ass, leaving little to the imagination. It was especially clingy because it was wet. And further up, past her hips, was the smooth arc of her back, which was further arched now, and twisted slightly, as she looked in his direction. This also caused one of her breasts to become fully visible, resting heavily in her bikini top, teasing him with its fullness as it hung from her chest. When he finally looked at her face, he saw she was smiling. He could not stop himself from smiling back, because he did love his mom. He longed for the innocence of that love, and hoped for its sake that he could resist another longing that was beginning to stir in his crotch.