Forbidden Love – Part 12

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Chapter 12

My mother and I were lying on the beach naked when she sat up and stared at a woman, also naked, walking up the beach. When she was a few feet away my mother gasped. At the same moment, the woman saw my mother.

“Teresa,” the woman said as she stopped and stared at my mother.

“Stephanie?”

“Yes. Oh my God, it is you, Teresa.”

My mother jumped up and suddenly as I stood there watching the two women hugged. I hadn’t missed the fact that the woman was gorgeous, but I had no idea who she was.

Suddenly I felt my cock start to twitch. I had to will myself not to get excited.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” my mother said, turning to me. “Stephanie, this is … uh … this is,” she said and paused.

I realized that she was struggling to introduce me … I mean we were both naked on the beach and I was her son. I wanted to help, but had no idea what to say either.

Stephanie looked at me and then back at my mother. “What’s going on? You have a boyfriend that maybe hubby doesn’t know about,” she said with a laugh. “I can keep a secret.”

“No, my husband left me years ago.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Stephanie said and looked at me with what could only be considered a naughty smile. She knew how old my mother was and it was obvious that I was much younger. She apparently thought I was some type of gigolo.

“Step, this is… is my son, Jerry.”

Stephanie’s eyes opened wide as she reached out her hand to me. She looked at my face and then down at my half hard cock. “Your son is on the beach naked with you? My little Teresa who was embarrassed when the girls got naked in the shower, is on a public beach naked with her son? I would have never believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes,” she laughed.

My face turned as red as my mother’s.

“Quite a young man,” she said, scanning my body once again.

“Not your type,” my mother said.

“Maybe, and maybe not. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen something like him.”

My face turned redder.

Stephanie could see she was embarrassing us and changed the subject. “I was heading up to the room to change. I’m down here by myself for a week. Any interest in having dinner one night?”

“Ah … well Jerry and I were planning on going to the Flamingo tonight, … but what about tomorrow night?” my mother said, looking to me for approval.

I shrugged. Who was I to deny my mother the pleasure of going to dinner with her sixy, gorgeous, and incredibly well built friend.

“We’ll meet you in the lobby at six tomorrow night. I’ll set up the reservations,” my mother said.

“Great. I can’t wait to catch up on what’s been happening in your life,” Stephanie said, glancing at me again and raising her eyebrows.

My mother and Stephanie kissed each other on the lips and Stephanie left. I watched her gorgeous ass as she walked away from us. I was surprised to see that my mother was watching too.
“Well, what’s the story there?” I asked as we sat back down.

“Stephanie and I were best friends from elementary school through high school. We lost touch after she left for college and I stayed home. I’ve only seen her once since then. It was when you were about five or so, but I’m sure you don’t remember. She stayed with us for a week. Her father is a mega-millionaire. I can’t believe that of all the people in the world, I run across her here on the beach.”

“She’s gorgeous, but I didn’t see a ring.”

“She’s not married, I’m sure.”

“How do you know?”

“Well, unless she married another woman,” my mother said with a laugh. Then she added, “Stephanie always liked girls better.”

“She’s a lesbian?” I almost screamed.

“Shhh,” my mother said, looking around. “I don’t think she is a hard core lesbian. She just likes girls better.”

“Same thing as a lesbian. Too bad,” I said and smiled.

“Too bad? Hey, you have your woman.”

“True. But you have to admit that she is a real looker.”

“Um, huh,” my mother said with a strange look in her eyes.

After dinner that evening I suggested that we go out to the beach and sit to enjoy the fresh ocean air. Mom had on her robe and I told her to take it off. With a smile she dropped it from her shoulders and we walked outside and down to the beach naked. I had a bottle of wine from the hotel refrigerator-which probably cost a fortune-and a blanket. I spread the blanket on the sand between some tall grass to give us a little privacy and we sat down.

I had been thinking all day about the relationship between my mom and Stephanie. It took a few glasses of wine to give me enough courage to ask some questions. “So if Stephanie was your best friend and she liked girls … uh … what was your relationship with her,” I asked rather sheepishly.

My mother sighed and stared into my eyes. “I guess I should be honest with you.” Then she paused for several moments as I stared at her with great anticipation.

Finally she continued, “Before I met your dad, Stephanie and I were … were, well the only word for it is lovers.”

You could have knocked me over with a feather. I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I swallowed hard. “Really?” I said stupidly.

“Yes. I don’t know why but we just seemed to gravitate to one another.”

“What … how … I mean … you know, how did it happen?” I stuttered.

“Well, I guess if I told you this much I should finish it.”

We turned and lay down on the blanket, facing each other. My heart was pounding in my chest, waiting for the details.

“We were both eighteen and had been friends for quite some time. We were studying for midterms in high school. It wasn’t unusual for us to sleep in the same bed and run around in front of each other naked. That night I think we were getting a little loony over all the studying. It must have been two in the morning and we were laying on the bed, taking a break when her hand somehow ended up on my breast.”

“What do you mean it ended up on your breast?”

“I guess she did it on purpose, but it was a surprise to me. I mean we had never really done anything. Well, except that kiss on New Years Eve. That just kind of happened since both of us were guy-less at the big party. We were standing there and everyone was kissing and the next thing I know she and I were kissing. We both had a few illegal beers and maybe some spiked punch. The strange thing was that I really liked it … I’m embarrassed to admit. I hadn’t had a lot of experience kissing boys so it was kind of a novelty to me. Her lips and tongue were very soft. My head was spinning, but I don’t know if it was from the alcohol or the kiss. Anyway that was a couple of months before the incident in the bedroom.”

My mother smiled when she saw that I had an erection.

“Guys,” she said, shaking her head in fake exasperation. “So, she put her hand on my breast. I was only wearing a tee shirt and panties. I know she could feel my nipple become hard under her palm. The next thing I know, we were kissing, and it was as good as the first time. But this time we were alone in my bed. She pushed my shirt up and caressed my breast very gently. Her mouth was working wonders on me and I knew my panties were getting soaked. A minute or two later we both had our tops off and were breast to breast, kissing like long lost lovers. Then she began working down my neck with little butterfly kisses-you know the kind I like-all the way to my breasts. God, did she work on my breasts. She sucked them and massaged them until I almost climaxed without even touching my pussy. Finally she looked up at me and whispered, ‘I want to eat you.’ I could feel my pussy spasm. I was breathing so hard I couldn’t answer. I just nodded. She quickly crawled between my legs and pushed them apart. I can remember it as if it were yesterday. She started kissing the wet crotch of my panties. Then she was urging my hips up so she could take them off. A moment later she was licking me. It took about ten seconds for me to grab her head and lift my hips to her tongue. She really knew how to eat pussy.” My mother paused and looked at me and said, “But not as good as you.”

“Yeah, right,” I said. “Go on, please.”

“There isn’t much else to tell really. She ate me until I climaxed. Then she must have done it three or four more times that night.”

“And what did you do? Did you return the favor?”

“You know, that is the one thing I regret. I never did her … well with the exception of using my finger on her. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Not that I thought is was gross or anything, it was just that what we had done was her thing and if I did her … I don’t know, I didn’t want people to think I was a lesbian. Although I know no one would have ever known.”

“Wow, what a story. I assume you two did it more than once,” I said.

“Yes. Probably every weekend until the end of our senior year.”

“Cool. I knew I liked her the moment I saw her,” I said with a smile.

“You liked her naked body.”

“Well, yeah, that too,” I laughed. “You said she came to visit when I was five and stayed a week. Did anything happen then?”

“The short answer is yes. I had resolved not to let it happen again, but Stephanie always had a way of getting to me. We spent the next day, after your father left for work, in bed, only getting up to eat a quick sandwich and pee. As I said, your father would never use his mouth on me, but Stephanie loved to do it. She did me for hours, literally.”

“So I was somewhere playing in the sandbox and you two were having a ball.”

“Not exactly. I took you over to my mother’s place. You know she loved to have you there and always complained that I didn’t bring you over enough. She got you most of the week. Good old mom was always there when I needed her.”

“I don’t remember Stephanie, but I remember grandma a little. I was, what, seven when she died.”

“Yes.”

“So, you think Stephanie is going to want to renew her old friendship?”

“Maybe, but not very practical.”

“Are you going to tell her about us?”

“I’m not sure. If I don’t tell her the truth, she is going to know, I’m sure of it.”

“Can you trust her?”

“Absolutely. All those months we were in high school, no one ever knew about us, or even suspected as far as I know.”

My mother glanced down between my legs and saw my cock throbbing.

“So it looks like my little confession excited you.”

“How did you guess?” I said as I reached for my cock.

“Mmmm, I just had a hunch.”

A moment later we were in each other’s arms kissing.

My mother pulled away breathless and said, “Stand up, I want to suck your cock. And, you know what else?”

“No,” I answered excitedly.

“I want you to cum all over my face,” she said and giggled.

I figured she had had a little too much to drink, but I wasn’t going to argue. I could feel my cock throbbing as I stood up. I watched my mother kneel in front of me. She grasped my cock and brought it to her mouth and took the head inside. “Ohhhhh,” I gasped. She sucked my cock, using her hand to stoke me at the same time. I grasped her head and rocked my hips back and forth. Within a few moments my hips began to move faster. “Mom,” I whispered, “I’m going to cum.”

When I said that my mother pulled my cock from her mouth and looked up at me. “Cum for me,” she hissed as she continued to stroke my cock.

I closed my eyes for a second as my body began to tremble. Suddenly my cock lurched and blasted cum into the air. I opened my eyes in time to see the first blast hit my mother in the face.

She opened her mouth and tilted her head back, catching several large gobs in her mouth. My cock seemed to keep cumming for a long time. When it finally stopped, my mother’s face was literally covered with my juices. With a smile she used her fingers to scoop it from her cheeks and into her mouth.

“I think I could get addicted to your cum,” she whispered as she cleaned her fingers.

I pulled her to her feet and close to me. “I love you,” I said and brought my lips to hers. She moaned as my tongue entered her mouth.

“Let’s go back to the room. I need this cock again,” she said.

With my cum dripping off her face, my mother grabbed my cock and led me back to the room.

We falled twice that night, with me pulling my cock out before I came. I could tell that pulling out was frustrating for my mother … I know it was for me.