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Subject: [inc] story: "MOM AND THE BEACH AND ME" {FFm, inc}                                                                                        805754
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MOM AND THE BEACH AND ME

My mother suddenly got the strange idea that it would be a good day to
go to the beach.  My father had a golfing date with his  buddies,  and
my sister had plans to run off with her boyfriend  somewhere  for  the
day.  I kind of felt sorry for my mother.  She had thought that  today
the family would somehow spend the day together on  a  picnic  at  the
beach.

She looked over at me and said, "Well, Johnny, do you want to go?  Or,
do you have fantastic plans away from home, too?"

"Sure," I said, "let's go."

Actually, it seemed that Mom just wanted a reason to drive her new car
somewhere, that's all, I figured.  It was a nice car, and  she  really
didn't need a reason to drive it anywhere in particular.  Just  taking
a ride in it sounded like a neat idea.

She got in and opened the door for me.  I plopped myself down  in  the
passenger seat and buckled my seat belt.  In shifting  gears,  several
times, she kept her hand on the gear shift, her hand coming in contact
with my leg.

The feeling of a beautiful woman touching one's  leg  has  an  effect,
even if it is one's own mother.  It did on me, anyway.  It gave  me  a
hard on.

Mom seemed to notice it right away.  She kept glancing over at me, and
then looked at her hand as it brushed against my leg.

"I did that?"  she asked, glancing at my crotch.

I smiled.  "Did what?"

She grimaced and kept driving.  She moved her  hand  to  my  leg,  her
fingers walking down my thighs toward my  crotch.   I  stared  at  her
fingers with wide eyes as they moved to my crotch and pressed  against
my hard cock.

"Did that," she said.  "Yep, my touching you made you hard.  Right?"

I nodded.  "What you're doing isn't helping much."

Her voice was a little choked as she said, "I thought you  would  like
that."

"I do," I said.

She moved her hand intermittently to my crotch  all  the  way  to  the
beach.  I didn't know what to expect or what to think.  I knew that  I
really liked the feel of her hand in my lap, though, with it  pressing
against my hard cock the way it was doing.

The beach wasn't very crowded.  She pulled into the  parking  lot  and
stopped the car.  She was flushed and breathing hard.  I knew  that  I
was, too.

She looked around.  "Come with me," she said.

Mom got out and locked her door, and I did the same.  We walked toward
some dressing rooms.  She looked around briefly, then opened the  door
and pulled me inside, locking the door behind her.

"Get those clothes off," she said  as  she  pulled  her  top  off.   I
watched in amazement as she reached behind  her  and  undid  her  bra,
which she let fall to the floor.

An hour ago, if someone had ever asked me if I wanted to have sex with
my mother, I would have said no, that it would  be  impossible.   It's
amazing how fast things changed.

I virtually tore my clothes off as Mom took hers off.   I  reached  up
and cupped her big tits in my hand, rubbing my thumbs across her erect
nipples.  She pressed her body close to mine, and  I  could  feel  her
hairy, wet pussy press against my cock.

She fell to her knees, running her tongue down my chest and then  down
my stomach, flicking it out, licking as she went.  She came to my cock
as it poked her in the cheeks.  She looked up at me and  smiled  as  I
watched in wide-eyed fascination.  "Lovely cock," she whispered.   She
turned her head sideways, and with her mouth open wide, plunged it  on
my throbbing dick.  She took it all the way into her mouth.   I  could
feel her tongue moving around on the base of it, close to my balls.

My knees shook, and I was going to cum, way too fast for  me.   I  had
never been so thrilled or turned on sexually before  in  my  life.   I
thrust my hips forward, and grabbing the back of her head, gyrated  in
and out of her mouth, fucking her mouth.  I shot my load  as  my  dick
jerked again and again deep inside her mouth.

She swallowed, and drops of my hot cum came running out of her  mouth,
down her chin.

I pulled out of her mouth.  "Sorry, Mom," I said.  "I couldn't control
myself.  I know I came too soon."

She smiled at me with her mouth full of cum.  "Just  fuck  me,  you're
still hard."

She found a strange position.  She leaned over and held onto the  wall
in the changing room, and spread her ass cheeks and legs.  I could see
her hairy pussy lips hanging beneath her ass hole.  I  stepped  behind
her and inserted my cock into her wet, hot cunt.  I thrust in  easily,
and I could feel my balls slapping against her pubic hair as I  thrust
into her from behind.  I began to pump  in  and  out  of  her  with  a
regular rhythm, and she started moaning and groaning.

"Big, fat cock," she moaned.  "Fuck  me  with  that  monster  dick  of
yours, Johnny," she moaned.

Her talking like that made me speed up.  Soon, the  wall  was  shaking
from my thrusts and her holding onto the wall, and  I  was  afraid  we
might knock the little shed over into the sand.

She screamed as her body jerked with orgasm after  orgasm.   I  thrust
into her, grabbing her ass, pumping it toward  me.   I  shot  my  load
again, this time deep  in  her  cunt.   I  continued  thrusting,  then
slammed into her cunt one final time as she came again.

Slowly, I pulled out of her, and there was nothing but silence.

She straightened and turned and looked at me.  She smiled  again.   "I
wonder how many people heard us fucking?"

I shrugged.  I opened the door a  crack.   There  were  a  few  people
standing around, close to the shed.  They were  talking  and  smiling,
whispering among themselves.  We dressed quickly and made our  way  to
her car amid glances and a few big smiles.

Driving home, she turned and looked at me briefly.  "Would you like to
go on a picnic next Saturday?"

"You fucking bet I do," I said.

--- John H., Jacksonville, FL

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