Linda and Peter

As soon as Peter was out of school in June, Linda took a week off from work as a little vacation. She especially needed a holiday after completing a big project and wanted a change in scenery. Already it was quite warm, so she accepted an offer to rent from a co-worker, at a very reasonable price, a cabin in the state forest two hundred miles away. A creek and a sandy beach were a few steps from the front door. Early in the season, few people would be around the isolated cabin. 

Peter was thrilled with this news, having visited the cabin many times in the past, guests of the owner. Already, Peter, his mind filled with lustful, masturbatory thoughts, had an image of his mother spending her days in flimsy attire, allowing him to view her large breasts and curving hips. Linda came home from a pre-departure shopping trip and held up, for his inspection, a couple of bikini bathing suits she had bought. Peter, seeing how tiny they were, could barely wait to leave for the cabin. 

When they arrived in the forest, few people there so early in the season. They had beaten the locals and other visitors who enjoyed this spot. The day was so warm that Linda suggested that they relax: swim and rest on the beach. They had the place completely to themselves, and they changed quickly into their swim suits and walked down to the beach. After placing a picnic lunch and their blanket in a shady location, Linda and Peter were soon splashing in the cool water, refreshing themselves from the drive. After almost an hour of this aquatic fun, they decided to get out to eat and drink. Linda and her youthful son reclined in the shade on the soft, thick beach blanket. 

Peter couldn't help staring at Linda. Her wet body was barely covered by a flimsy two-piece swimsuit; it clung to her like a second skin. Her nipples, hardened in the cold water, were pressing boldly against the thin fabric, which was already stretched thin, holding back her heavy, round breasts. Her pussy caused the bottom piece to bulge out, and the thin fabric allowed the soft outline of her labia to be visible to the horny boy's eyes. Peter watched the water droplets run down Linda's curvaceous body. 

Peter attempted to avert his eyes to keep his unruly penis under control. In spite his effort, his dick began to harden. He lay on his stomach as Linda handed him a sandwich and a drink. Soon, by keeping his eyes off her and focusing on the tasty food, his cock relaxed slightly. As they ate, their early departure and the warm air made them both drowsy. Peter felt his eyes close for a few minutes, and, when he opened them again, he watched his mother gather up the stray leftovers of their picnic. Then she lay down and closed her eyes too. 

Peter fell asleep again, but soon woke up feeling refreshed by the short nap. His mother was fast asleep on the shaded blanket just inches from him. Peter sat up slowly, not wanting to wake her. He used this moment to stare openly at her nearly nude body. His cock hardened again while he sat there and examined Linda, watching how her breasts spilled out of her overfilled top. His eyes dropped to her crotch, where her bathing suit had pulled up tight, allowing him to see his mother's pussy lips pressing against the fabric. She was far sexier than any of the sluts in his porn magazines. 

Linda's breathing was slow and shallow even though she was dreaming of being naked with a lover, one who would appreciate how she had kept herself in good shape by diet and exercise. In her sleep her arm shifted and rested on Peter's leg. Instantly, his cock bulged and demanded his attention. Judging his mother to be sleeping, Peter slipped a hand into his bathing suit and grasped his errant prick. His brain filled with an erotic fantasy of his mother's hand on his hard dick. Soon he was slowly stroking his swollen cock and leaning over her to inhale the sexy fragrance rising from her warm body. He gazed at his mother's crotch. He knew had to stop because his mother might wake at any moment, and his masturbating would be clearly evident. 

Linda began to wake up and sensed that her son was kneeling next to her. She let her eyes open slightly, tiny slits that Peter failed to notice. He was too engrossed in the triangle of firm thighs and bulging mound. Oh, the little devil, she thought, when she saw her son's hand busily working inside his swimsuit. She opened her legs wider, giving him a better view of the inner thighs right up to her cunt. Linda let out a deep sigh, and Peter jumped and yanked his hand out of his clothing. 

Linda knew that Peter wanted to jerk off and come; she pretended to be asleep and allowed her son to resume stroking his penis. She watched him bend over her to catch a waft of her hot pussy. While she peeked, Peter edged closer and strained his head down to her twat to inhale deeply her exotic scent. The aroma of her pussy drew Peter closer. He wanted to rip her bikini bottom off and plunge his mouth into that sweet cunt, but he restrained himself and stroked his cock faster. As she pretended to be sleeping, Linda had begun to feel her pussy becoming damp. 

Suddenly, Linda sat up slowly as if she had just awakened, and Peter, slow to react, was caught with his hand grasping his errant prick and his face inches from her pussy. His hand was in his shorts, and Peter realized his mother could not but know what he had been doing. He believed that it must have been his lewd acts that that woke her from her nap. Peter stared at her frozen with guilt, not knowing that Linda was actually pleased that Peter could feel like this, that his own mother could get turn him on. 

Peter, flushed with guilt, pulled his hand from his trunks. His head hanging down in shame, he mumbled, "Mom, I'm so sorry... Uh... I..." 
Linda put her hand on his arm and reassured him, "Peter, it's all right; don't worry, baby." Peter felt her grip, not knowing his mother also felt guilty that she had been excited by her own son. 
"I'm so ashamed, mom. I couldn't help myself. I was looking at you, and, before I realized it, was touching myself. Then I couldn't stop." 
"Peter, I said that it's ok; I know about young boys and that these things happen. It is even normal that you might have some erotic feelings for me. You see me as a woman, not as your mother." 

Peter suddenly blurted out his worries about masturbating, about much he was doing it and how some recent fantasies had involved her. 
"Mom," he confessed, "I jerk off three or four times a day. Sometimes I go into your bureau and use your undies to excite myself. I'm so sorry, mom, but I just can't help it. I'm so worried, mom. What's going to happen to me?"