“No, it looks nice,” I replied.
I assumed it belonged to my youngest sister as the top was obviously at least a size too small, she was quite flat-chested compared to my mum and other sisters who were also at least a C-cup. I realised I was staring at my mum’s cleavage and forced myself to look up.
“I’ll rub the sun cream in,” I said.
She replied, “Don’t worry I’ll do it, I know you will miss bits and have burnt patches. Now lie back and don’t start fidgeting like you used to when you were younger.”
I let my mum rub in the cream as I tried to think of something to keep my cock from growing. It had woken up as soon as I saw her cleavage and now was getting harder and longer as she spread the sun cream over my chest and stomach. I gripped the arm rests of the lounger as I thought it might help and hoped mum would think I was doing it to stop squirming as I have always been ticklish.
As she rubbed the last of the cream into the skin just above my waistband I could feel the tip of my cock trying to poke out of top of my shorts. Her forearm brushed over my stiff cock and she seemed to move her hand back and forth as though she was checking how big it was. I realised I had closed my eyes and when I looked at her face I saw she was looking at the bulge in my shorts. I glanced at her cleavage and saw her nipples had got hard and were poking through the fabric of her bikini top.
I felt her fingers slide over my shorts tracing the line of my engorged penis. I wasn’t sure what to do I thought I should push her hand away but I really wanted her to rub my cock harder. It was my cock that seemed to take charge as it stiffened again pushing against her fingers and poking above the waistband of my shorts. Mums fingers moved to the tip and she traced them over the head.
“Mum I’m sorry,” I blurted out.
I moved my hand over my burgeoning erection but she just took my hand and held it in her lap.
“I think we should go inside for a while to let you calm down before anyone comes past,” she said and stood up and pulled on my hand.
We stepped inside the caravan with my cock still poking above out of the top of my shorts. Still holding my hand she led me to the bedroom.
She hugged me, “It’s okay I have seen it like this before,” she said, “Will it calm down or do you have to sort it out?”
But before I could reply she said, “Or do you want mummy to help?”
I didn’t say anything at first and she smiled at me.
“Well if I am going to help I had better see the whole thing,” she said.
Then she tugged my shorts down and wrapped her hand around my shaft stroking it as she sat down on the edge of the bed. Her other hand took mine and she placed it on her breast and squeezed.
“Squeeze mummy’s tits for her while I see to you,” she muttered.
I was more taken aback by my mum using the word “tits” as I had never heard her use any swear words even mild ones. She leaned forward and rubbed her face against my hardness.
Mum murmured, “Oh this is a big cock have you used it properly yet?”
I instinctively held her head closer and rocked my hips rubbing my cock over her cheek.