A concerned couple

If I said I never imagined my mom in my erotic fantasies, I'd be lying. Of course, back in my teenage years, when I had only seen naked women in pictures, my mom's body was very attractive to me, especially if I managed to catch a glimpse of the edge of her nipple or cleavage in some opportune moment. I particularly liked watching when she bent over and her breasts hung down—and she has a substantial size—or when she was washing the floor, and the thin fabric of her robe or shorts tightly hugged her cute little butt.

After an unsuccessful six-month cohabitation with a girl who turned out to be a spoiled, capricious

bitch, I returned home, and mom was over the moon with happiness.

Literally a couple of days later, mom and I went to the Black Sea for a vacation, where we spent a great week. No, it wasn't a week of hot sex, as is usually written in stories on this site; we simply began to understand each other even better and, unnoticed by both of us, became best friends, something that hadn't been there before. But now that moment had arrived.

I'm twenty-seven, and mom is pushing fifty. Of course, she's no longer a photo model with glossy skin; there are wrinkles on her face, and while her figure overall looks good, it's clear that under her clothes, she's not flawless either. But that's exactly what I've been wanting lately. I understood that time would do its thing, so I wanted to capture at least a little of her beauty, to see it with my own eyes. Our somewhat youthful friendship didn't stand still but evolved, revealing hidden secrets and desires to each other. So, one day, while we were lying on the beach, mom wanted to go to a nudist beach to sunbathe topless. At first, I squirmed and tried to push away the thoughts telling me this was the chance I wanted to use. I kind of shrunk, feeling uncomfortable—after all, it's one thing to sin in your thoughts, and another to facilitate it and allow the possibility in reality. Mom sensed my embarrassment and hesitation and dismissed the idea, but a minute later, I agreed with her.

 — Well, okay, let's go, you want to anyway.

 — Especially since I'll show you something new there. Although, I'll probably just scare people away from the beach.

 — Mom, stop talking nonsense, let's go.

And mom and I cheerfully trudged around the bend where the shore led.

Mom walked onto the beach, not without embarrassment and not without glancing around. I think at the last moment, she herself wasn't happy with her whim, but when a long, wild, and deserted beach appeared around the bend, she calmed down a bit.

 — Let's go further in; I don't want people gawking at us and bothering us.

 — At us?

 — What did you think? You thought I'd be prancing around naked in front of you? No, sweetie, you'll have to take off your swim trunks too and keep your mom company.

My mom is quite fun and modern; she's never shy with her words and says everything straight—to your face.

I agreed with mom. We walked for a few more minutes and wandered far enough that the place we came from wasn't even visible.

 — This is a good spot, some bushes, let's settle here, — mom said.

 — Let's.

Mom undressed slowly, turning her back to me.

 — Interesting, you came to a wild beach, you're about to be naked, and you still turned away, — I said.

Mom laughed, probably at her own antics, and turned to face me. She was already completely naked.

I undressed too, took off my swim trunks, and now my buddy was dangling between my legs.

Mom's gaze slid over me, then below the belt. She smiled and slowly walked into the water. I, on the other hand, stared at her intently, devouring her with my eyes. Here was natural beauty: a tall, mature woman with full, slightly sagging breasts, large dark nipples, a small belly that usually turned into a fold when mom sat down, and a shaved pubic mound with a tuft of black hair below. That's how my long-haired blonde mom entered the water: gracefully, swaying her round hips.

Mom swam for a long time, bathing, running her hands over her breasts like in an erotic film, wiping water from her skin.

Fantasies suddenly hit my head, and my dick started to rise. I tried to quickly extinguish this mental fire and pushed away the dirty thoughts. My dick relaxed and settled down again.

Mom came out of the water and lay down next to me. It seemed she had gotten used to our nudity, and now we were having casual conversations, though sometimes her eyes would slide over me—a guy of average build with an average-sized dick—and she'd lick her lips strangely.

 — Well, how do I look? Not too scary? — mom asked.

 — Stop it, you're so beautiful. I couldn't even dream of seeing you naked.

 — But you wanted to, didn't you?

 — Well, I won't deny it.

Mom smiled. It seemed she was ready to hear such an answer and was even glad to hear it.

After that, we talked about topics mom brought up. They were all quite spicy, and it slightly turned me on, even making my dick start to rise.

 — You're fun, but I never thought you'd be so frank.

 — Don't you like it, or are you embarrassed by me?

 — I even like it, — I said loudly and cheerfully, kissed mom on the lips, slapped her ass, and ran into the water, waving my erect dick.

I decided to go all in. What will be, will be. Whether mom was having some fantasies or just teasing me, I decided to flirt with her anyway—after all, she's a woman too—and we'll see what comes of it, especially since I hadn't had sex in a week, and sperm toxicity was pushing me toward adventures, even if not very proper ones.

Mom didn't sunbathe alone and ran after me.

 — I'll catch you now, and you'll get it from me, — mom shouted across the beach, running into the water.

She ran in beautifully, her breasts flying in different directions, and her wet hair whipping her face and neck.

Mom ran into the water and threw herself at me, pushed me into the water, and we started wrestling.

Mom pressed me against her and tried to push me underwater. Soon we got tired, laughed a lot, had fun, and went ashore. Mom lay down and continued sunbathing, while I took a mask and went to explore the underwater world.

When I came out of the water, mom was sleeping on her back, legs spread, so her pussy was completely visible. Such a small peach, covered by outer lips, pink and appetizing.

 — Ma, — I said quietly.

 — Huh?

 — Let me take some pictures of you; you're so sexy.

 — Go ahead.

I took pictures of mom, and she happily posed, waking up from sleep.

We spent a long time on the beach: sunbathing, swimming, having fun—in short, we had a great time. I even lost the feeling that my mom was next to me. It was as if I was spending time with my girlfriend: there were no complexes; they completely disappeared. Mom was also delightful; she was so cheerful, relaxed, and light.

 — You're like a boyfriend to me, not a son. I feel like a light, eighteen-year-old girl.

 — You're reading my thoughts. I was just thinking that you're like a girlfriend to me, not a mom.

 — Just Zhenya.

 — What?

 — Well, just call me Zhenya.

 — Can I?

 — No, I'm joking with you, — mom laughed loudly.

 — Then I'm just Sasha to you.

 — Okay, — mom burst out laughing again.

 — It's kind of strange not to call you 'mom'.

 — Well, as you wish. I offered, and you decide.

 — Okay, Zhenya.

Boiled and tired, we barely crawled home and took showers. First me, then mom, who came out of the bathroom naked.

 — Whoa, — I said.

 — What, are you embarrassed now?

 — That's true, there's nothing left to be.

 — You can walk around in your underwear if you want, but I'll be like this. I'm still warm.

We had lunch and drank a glass of cold wine, then went to sleep.

 — Lie down with me.

We lay down on the bed with mom. Mom put her head on my shoulder and fell asleep. I passed out right after.

I woke up because mom suddenly got up and ran somewhere. She returned about ten minutes later.

 — What's wrong with you?

 — Nothing. My period started. Still going, at my age.

 — Ah, what's with your age? Lie down.

Mom returned to her original position.

I felt relieved because I thought I'd have to have sex with mom today—everything was leading to that—and I didn't want that yet. I wasn't morally ready. But everything happens for the best.

When it got dark, mom and I went to the sea, took some beer, and sat on the beach. Mom snuggled up to me, wearing a sports jacket—it was getting cold. We sat for a very long time; I held mom close, and she told me about work, about her friends—opening up to me, filling me in on her personal affairs, complaining that she had no one (in terms of a man), that she missed me so much.

 — Well, I'm with you now.

 — Yeah, for long?

 — Don't rush; I just came back home, and you're already trying to get rid of me.

 — I'm not trying; stay as long as you need. And it needs to be long, — mom smiled.

 — My girl, — the alcohol hit my head, and I went to kiss mom.

Mom reciprocated. She lay back on the sand, and I pressed her firmly to the ground, kissing her passionately.

 — Fuck, this period, if it weren't for it, — mom interrupted herself and dug her lips into mine, biting my tongue and stroking me through my sweatpants.

 — What a horny Zhenya I have, swearing.

 — Sorry, honey.

 — It's okay, I like it. It blurs the line.

 — Then let it be like that.

I pushed aside the jacket flap, pulled down mom's T-shirt from her breast, and started kissing her nipples. Mom moaned softly, closing her eyes. It was a full moon, and everything was visible. People were passing nearby, and I noticed them approaching to see what was happening.

 — Need help? — a guy asked, with another friend beside him.

 — Nah, thanks, I'll manage, — I replied.

The guys laughed and immediately walked away from the spectacle.

Mom laughed too.

 — Let's go home; it's getting cold lying on the sand, — she said.

 — Let's go.

I held mom by the waist, and we slowly trudged home.

Covered with a warm sheet, we, slightly chilled, pressed against each other.

Mom whispered tender words to me, and I smiled contentedly at her. Then mom slipped her hand into my underwear and started massaging my dick.

 — Whoa, mom, you shouldn't; it's your time of the month.

 — And what's my mouth for?

Mom ducked under the sheet, quickly pulled down my underwear, and slowly took the head into her hot little mouth.

 — Wow, you're fast.

 — Yeah, I am.

 — Well, okay, don't say anything; just continue what you started.

Mom quieted down and started sucking slowly.

It was a great blowjob, especially since I'd been wanting to put my boy in someone's mouth for a long time.

Without unnecessary words, for a long time and skillfully, mom sucked, showing her expertise. It was truly masterful. She sucked for a very long time. Really long. Usually, in these situations, girls complain that their mouth gets tired, their tongue and lips get sore, but mom gave it her all. I was starting to get annoyed that I couldn't cum, but then mom started helping herself slightly with her hand, and after a while, I started to cum. Mom swallowed eagerly and for a long time. It seemed like the sperm had stopped shooting into her mouth, but she was sucking everything out of me; it felt like she'd suck out my balls, which would pop out through the hole in the dick's head from such pressure.

Mom finished and crawled out from under the sheet, pressing against me.

 — Thank you, — I said.

 — Don't thank me, understand? I love this too and wanted it.

 — Okay.

 — Sleep. — Mom kissed me lightly on the lips and hugged me.

The next day, mom was kind of serious