Jenny slowly rolled back away so as not to appear to be negatively reacting to their touch. Actually the opposite was true; she had started to dampen between her thighs. A natural thing, considering everything that this emotion laden place stirred up, she reassured herself. But Joey had other ideas about continuing the bodily contact. He turned toward her, so he wound up half lying on Jenny, one leg over hers, his respectable root on her thigh where she could detect a hint of pre-cum which dampen her bare skin. Why shouldn’t he be like his father in that respect, she thought to herself, for that matter as horny outdoors just like both his parents, truth be told?
It came to her she was horny now too. The seaside paradise, the hidden haven of a little heaven on earth beside the sea was ideal for temptation. That is why so much had happened here. She felt safe and protected, private, and secure enough to give herself freely to nudity, to her husband, to losing her maidenhead, to making – no, she’d use Joey’s vernacular – to fucking. Only they knew what went on, what came off, what went in and how many times they came. And what came out of it all was this perfect copy of the man she loved.
Jenny was lost in a moment of memory and clutched her son to her as she had her husband that last day of passion, before the shock of grief. Spouse and son were for an instant one and the same, she kissed him and called, “David . . .” Joey, confused but game for a sexy kiss, even – no, especially from his mom, bussed her back with enthusiasm. His warm lips made Jenny’s mouth naturally open up to a French kiss, and for long moments their lingual digits danced the duet of lovers. A splash of spray from a strong wave bursting on a nearby boulder brought her back to the present. She lifted her brow in surprise at what they had just done and she put her hand up to cover her mouth in shock.
Jenny gasped, but Joey knew that she was not upset. They both laughed, the tension broke. “For a minute there, I thought I was back in your father’s arms and making love to him!” The mother smiled to make light of her inappropriate action.
“That’s okay mom, I know I look a lot like dad. I know you loved him a whole lot, and I’m glad you love me too. It was fun and I didn’t mind. After all, this is our ‘secret beach’ and no one knows what goes on here, it stays in the family, just between us. And just between us, I wish we could do it again.” That made Jenny’s eyes go wide, but she didn’t move and they remained in the clench. “And just between us,” Joey now was the one leaning close and speaking in a breathy soft voice, “I wish I could do what daddy did.” With a not too subtle hint he pushed his stiff dick higher on her leg and gently cupped a nipple with his palm.
Jenny thought about the youth’s proposal, but she knew that would not be what should normally happen with mothers and sons. Still her pussy was damp with erotic fluids, as dirty thoughts flowed in on a tide of lust. “No Joey, you can’t take daddy’s place, Sweetheart.”