He thought about that until he felt himself growing dizzy, and harder, and more turned on than he had ever been in his life. Finally, when he thought he was going to pass out, immense waves of pleasure began emanating from his cock. They washed over his entire body as he shot his first stream of cum against the inside of his bathing suit. He climaxed again and again, rolling his hips and squeezing all the cum from his cock, still watching his mom touch Sam. He gasped for air, completely drained, and then came again when his mom’s hands cupped beneath Sam’s tits. His mom said something, possibly a compliment, and rubbed the girl’s breasts a little. Sam was bright red as she removed her hands from covering her nipples, allowed John’s mom to rub them appreciatively. She played with them a little longer, much to Sam’s embarrassed pleasure, then stood and spoke with the girl for a minute. She had had truly been innocent in her actions, which soon become apparent to Sam. John’s mom had just always been very intimate and close with other women.
By the time she picked up her lotion and turned around, John was already in the water.
About an hour later, John was still in the ocean. He lay floating on his back in shallow water, his eyes closed, bathing in sunlight. Waves pushed gently against the shore and the noise soothed him. He had spent much of the last hour this way, lost in thought about what had just happened. He had decided that it was not really a big deal. True, he had been masturbating while looking at and thinking about his mother. But he convinced himself that his attraction lay more in the girl, Sam, than anything else. That his mother happened to be the one touching her was irrelevant. What mattered was that she had been rubbed down by another woman and had apparently been turned on by it.
Then, suddenly, pressure on his shoulders pushed him underwater. Salty seawater filled his mouth and nose, which he quickly blew out. He gurgled and broke the surface, standing in stomach-deep water, gasping for breath. To his surprise, he saw his mom standing before him. She was giggling, her breasts shaking with the rest of her body, although they were not wet so her nipples were not as visible as earlier.
“I’m sorry,” she managed between giggles, but clearly did not mean it. Smiling and shaking his head, John quickly covered the short distance between them. His mom’s laughter soon turned to shock as John grabbed her arms and began pushing her over. As she fell back, John swam forward, but he was faster than she fell so his body pressed against hers. He felt her breasts on his chest, her thighs against his thighs. She dropped into the water and John dropped upon her, pushing her down by the arms and shoulders, laughing. He then pulled back to allow her to surface.
Underwater, John’s mom had plenty of time to become aroused. She had felt the innocent brush of her son’s chest against her own, had felt their thighs connect. That surge of arousal flowed through her again, somehow stronger than earlier. Again she found her desire overpowering her rational thought. She wanted to feel this way – no, she needed to. She swam towards John, determined to feel more, yet hoping that he would not realize what was happening. If he did, it could change both of their lives forever. That was something she was not prepared for. But she was even less prepared for the overwhelming lust that she now felt for him. The implications and consequences of her actions were far less important in the face of such emotions.