As she stroked the cloth downwards she encountered his cock and dangling nuts, her light brush renewed the boner to what seemed like its natural position when exposed. Jenny smiled at the sneaky touching both had delighted at. But now as evening began to approach, with the sun low, the wind picked up and the evaporation made their skin tighten with goose-bumps. “Let’s watch the sunset from our blanket before we have to go,” She suggested to her son.
They walked hand in hand to the sheltering cliff where sand had collected to make a smooth pliant flat section. The higher rocks acted as windbreaks, but their view of the horizon was open and the sky was beginning to take on a ruddy hue. They settled side by side, silent for a moment. Jenny remembered this very spot. She had gained a spouse, lost her virginity, conceived a baby, lost her husband exactly there; where now she and that son, the perfect heir of his father’s physique, sat. She lay back as the memories and emotions washed over her in waves of love and lust. The surge of feelings were like being drowned in the pain of loss and the sight of her boy next to her was like the air her heart was gasping for.
Joey stretched out next to his mom, quiet, understanding that her mood was reflecting the many associations she had for their location. Jenny realized that her son was looking at her with concern. “Don’t worry Honey,’ she reassured, “I’m okay. Do you want to know a secret?” Joey naturally did. “This is where your daddy and I made you, we started the baby that became you, right here on this very site, I remember those rocks looking down on us as we made love and made you!”
“Gosh! Mom! You guys screwed right here?” It was not quite the direction Jenny meant the conversation to go but she affirmed the fact, nodding her head. “How many times did you do it?” Joey was wide eyed and eager to hear as much as his mother would share.
“It only took . . . well, it just takes once to become pregnant, but I think we made three efforts that day, once in the morning and just before our afternoon nap, but I’m sure that the third time – right at sunset – was when I got pregnant with you.”
“No, I mean how many times did you and Pop have sex here at our secret beach all those years.”
“Oh! Heavens – it was every time, usually twice a visit, at least. I think we came any time he had liberty and the sun was shining. That had to be almost twice a month in the summers, for let’s see . . . SAY! Why do you want to know that?”
“Gee mom! I think that fucking outside must be really cool, I mean hot – you know – very exciting.”
“Yes it certainly is, and your father was excellent at it. But don’t say that four-letter word when what we were doing was making love and a baby. You wouldn’t say, ‘My mother fucks a lot.’ would you?”
“Well, I couldn’t right now because you don’t have a boyfriend, nor married, but you and daddy did do it right here, dozens of times?”
Jenny laughed, and pulled he son close to whisper in his ear, “Yes and mommy liked it every time, but that is just between the two of us. We want to keep that in the family. She suddenly realized that her hug had brought them together so that her breasts pressed against his chest and his peter poked her tummy. The twist of the conversation from baby making to love making to her admission of liking sex had begun to turn her on. Joey was her son, but a male as well, and the setting was rousing old feelings with this perfect copy of her only lover.