“Here babe. I made room.” John’s mom had moved to the left, but only a little. The towel was not really that big to begin with, and she had not made an effort to give her son much room. It was part of the test, she told herself.
Gaining confidence from his own self-imposed test, John made as if his tiny spot was plenty large enough. He kneeled on the towel, the side of one knee touching the side of his mom’s knee, and the other touching the edge of the towel. As he lowered himself down, his mom returned to laying fully on her stomach. Beside her, John had also come down on his stomach. He felt the length of his mom’s leg touching his, felt their hips pushing together. He found that there was nowhere to put his left arm. His mom had her arms folded under her head, but her forearm was right next to his head, leaving no room for his own. Eventually he settled with laying it down flat between them. But he was extremely conscious of his arm touching the side of her breast as it rested there.
A massive erection jumped into life in John’s pants, crushing against the sand. He had been a fool to think he would not get aroused by this. His mom was nearly nude, and the sides of their bodies were flush against each other. Lust overwhelmed him and he struggled to keep his breathing steady.
His mom was doing far better. She was fully aware of their bodies touching, especially at the side of her breast, but she was handling it well. Had she known the lust her son was feeling for her, she would not have felt so calm. But she had decided that her son was innocent in all of this, that her actions alone had forced him to become aroused before, and thus it was not difficult to bury her latent desires. She was overcome by a tranquil feeling and soon forgot that her son was even next to her. A short time later, the energy drain from her earlier multiple orgasms finally caught up with her, and she dozed off.
John, meanwhile, spend that time immediately after laying down grinding his hips into the sand, rubbing his erection as surreptitiously as possible. He would shift just a little bit, so as not to disturb his mother, and find himself reward by waves of pleasure coming from his hardened cock. He would enjoy body brushing against her warm skin with each shift. It was his mother that was getting him so hard, but, having failed his test so fast, he was slowly becoming okay with that fact. Simply the fact that she was his mother, that it was so wrong, magnified the attraction.
When he heard her first snore, fireworks began going off in his head. This was his chance! Looking around, he saw far less people still on the beach than before. It was getting later in the day so a lot of people were going home. Gently, he pulled away from his mom and turned to his left, on his side, looking at her. The rise and fall of her back was long and deep, and her snore was audible. She was asleep. Encouraged by that observation, he slowly moved his right hand towards her body, palm up. As gently as he could manage, he let one finger touch the side of her breast. When he pulled it back, he watched the slight depression it had made disappear. And she did not stir.