“Joey”, his mother broke the silence, “It’s okay if you want to look at mommy’s body, I don’t mind. And I will observe yours too. You look so much like the photos of your father when he was your age. Handsome and masculine and with his sweet smile.” Jenny sighed.
“Gosh! Mom you’re so pretty, I can’t help it, it8s really all right?”
“Yes, darling go ahead, look all you want, this is your chance to see that there is nothing wrong with being without clothes; that the human body is beautiful. A wonderful creation, special and unique among the animals on earth, because we alone know we have the choice to be covered or not. It is our brains, not our bodies that lift us above the beasts.”
“And it’s okay with you that I have a hard-on?”
“An erection, yes, that is a perfectly natural phenomenon, for young males to sport their potency. But let’s go for a swim. That will cool us down and shrink that nice looking lance.” But somewhere in the back of her mind, she sort of wanted his manhood to continue being displayed in rigid arousal. But she did not want Joey to feel at all embarrassed about his butt being buck-naked, nor cocky of his endowment, nearly as large as his father’s had been, and with his final growth spurt still before him.
She tried to put aside her thinking about his member – arousal, cock, rigid, spurt; goodness she thought to herself, that was getting far too sexual. But then she realized that she was only human too, and had buried her sexual needs since the crushing news of David’s demise. Even if it was her own son, a naked – no, nude – male, handsome and well hung, had to have an effect on her, naturally!
Joey took her hand, interrupting her musings and pulled her to the water. The sea was a perfect contrast to the heat of the late afternoon sun as they bathed and splashed and played, skipping stones and dipping into the deeper part where a pool beside a low flat rock made for a natural spot to plunge into the wetness. Even in the ocean, Joey’s flagpole did not become entirely flaccid. Contrarily, her nipples hardened and pouted with the dripping of the chilled water off them.
Eventually, they had their fill of aquatic amusement and stepped ashore to dry off. Joey took his towel and with a gallant air began drying her back, starting with Jenny’s shoulders and moving down her back to her backside where he brazenly patted her buns. She smiled at his little examination of her posterior. Mother turned to son and as his eyes zeroed in on her aureoles, she used the towel she had been drying her hair with and flipped it completely over his head, effectively blinding his sight of her charms, and tousled his hair to get the excess dampness out.
Joey giggled at the sensation like he had as a tike, and pushed the terrycloth in his hands forward to try to sponge the droplets from her front. This was poorly managed as he was sightless, his head being covered, yet with the fumbling he still managed to mash her chest with his palms, the fabric the only barrier between her bosom and his fingers. They firmed again with his bungled bumping. She slipped the towel from his head to his torso to protect against his clumsy attempt to cop a feel of her tits.