Graduation Vacation Pt. 02

Graduation Vacation is perhaps my most popular story. This next chapter has been brewing a while. I probably poked at it too slowly, because I didn't want to disappoint. I hope I achieved that goal. Cheers!

Mom and I had been having breakfast in our suite at the Adams Mark. We hadn't spoken much since Friday, and we were due to meet Rhonda Pelt and her sister in a few hours. "You want to talk about it?" Mom asked, sensing tension in the air.

I blushed a bit, shaking my head. "Aww, Mom. It's just been awkward ever since... well, you know. We haven't even looked each other in the eye since we got back from the beach the other day."

"I know. That's my fault, Keith" said Mom.

"Then why did we agree to meet Rhonda and her sister at the beach again, today?"

The day before yesterday, Mom and I went to a private beach. The problem? It happened to be a nude beach. Rather than go somewhere else, we tried it out and it led to a number of embarrassing incidents. Most notably, masturbating in front of my mother. She even swallowed my cum, the sum of much sexually frustrated passion. It had been almost four years since she's been with any man. We eventually went back to our spot on the beach and hung out with my lab partner from college, who was vacationing with her sister. It was a complete coincidence finding them there. Mom and I hadn't originally planned to go Reilly's Beach that day, much less to see a girl I knew from university. It was sheer happenstance that we had bumped into each other.

Mom answered my rhetorical question, "We were trying to act like everything was normal when we visited with your friends. They invited us to meet them again, and if I recall, you're the one who said yes. Remember?"

"Maybe we shouldn't go," I groaned.

"It would be a shame. That girl really likes you, I think."

"I told you, Rhonda has a boyfriend."

"Well, maybe her sister is available. We barely got to know her. What was her name again?"

"Brenda, but Rhonda said she mostly goes by Birdy."

"Strange name for a Latino girl," sighed Mom. "She has quite a figure. Looks nothing like her sister."

"Well, yeah, she was adopted, hence why she's Latino and Rhonda isn't. And believe me, I noticed Birdy's figure. That's uh... the thing, Mom. If I have the same problem I did the other day, I'm going to look like a pervert!"

Mom started laughing, "No, honey. It's fine."

"No, it isn't fine. And you know it."

Even after getting sexual relief in the woods, my boner never went away. It was impossible while being surrounded by Rhonda, Birdy and Mom. For one, I had always wanted to see Rhonda naked. Though we never flirted while we shared class together, I found her to be very pretty. She made it clear she had a boyfriend and I respected that. She was just this cute, bubbly girl with a hot, lithe body. Birdy is more voluptuous than her sister. All of them are incredibly pretty, but in different ways, including Mom. I've never had any sexual feelings for Mom before, by the way, but it still doesn't negate the fact that she is absolute fire without clothes on.

She tried to reassure me now. "Seriously, it's fine, Keith. We already saw your erection, so it doesn't matter if we see it again. You have nothing to be ashamed of. You're fit and healthy." She paused a beat. "And if it helps to know, you have a very nice package."

"It's embarrassing. Painfully so."

Mom's eyes darted to the ceiling. "Yeah, well, like I said, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. If anything, maintaining an erection for several hours speaks volumes for your stamina. After what we did in the..." her voice dwindled as she thought back on the moment when she'd acted so slutty with me. I think it's been hard for Mom to reconcile the fact she swallowed my seed. "Okay, Keith. It's your decision. If you don't want to go back, I underst--"

"Oh, no. Don't make me be the bad guy," I complained, before finally conceding. "You're right. We should go. We had a good time, and we promised we'd see them again. I just hope I can keep it together."

"Um, maybe... maybe you should..."

"Yeah?"

"Maybe you should masturbate before we go. Do you think that would help?"

I scratched my head, thinking it over. If I hadn't already experienced so many embarrassing moments with my mother recently, it would be a shocking question. At this point, it seemed perfectly rational. "I suppose it couldn't hurt to try. I'll do it before we leave." Mom smiled. She wasn't offering to help or participate in any way. I'm not living the life of a Penthouse letter, I reminded myself, and I was thankful for that. Things had been weird enough.

**

"Shit!" I screamed, tapping at my phone.

"What, honey?" Mom asked, coming into the living room with a mimosa.

"The wi-fi isn't working. I was gonna... well, you know... visual stimulation. I don't have any nude girls saved on my phone. I was going to use the internet to... well, this sucks."

Mom sighed, but seemed unfazed. "Take a picture of my naked body, just keep my head out of it, and only use it for jerking off. Don't think about how it's me in the picture. Can you promise me that?"

"Mom, I don't want to jerk off to your body!"

"Well, your penis claimed otherwise the other day. What I am saying, Keith, is for this exercise, think with your dick rather than your head. Just get off on the nude form. I know it's erotic for young men. Either that, or do it with no visual aid."

My mother wasn't wrong. I did get turned on seeing the naked female form. And hers? It's exceptional, but I had been trying to avoid thinking about it. Regardless, I relented, and minutes later my mother was stripped naked, offering a few poses, while I managed to snap some pictures, without getting her face in them. I threw all my mental focus on trying to disassociate whose body it belonged to. It's hard to describe without seeing for oneself, but her body seethes pure sex appeal. I want to have my way with a woman who has such a body. It's just very unfortunate this one belongs to my mother. Any other woman, I would be chasing the chance to sleep with them, if only for a one-night stand. I was out of the bathroom and cleaned up a few minutes later.

"You ready?" Mom asked, with keys in hand.

There's something to be said about being young and healthy. It doesn't take long to recover from an orgasm. With just the one-off, I was already feeling aroused by the time we made it to the beach. I probably should have jerked off more than once, because I couldn't stop thinking how I would soon be surrounded by three beautiful, naked women again.

We parked the car and walked across the bridge to the entrance. A new girl, skinny as a rail, was behind the desk. She was all smiles and giggles as she took our money. She must love her job, and if one is an exhibitionist, I couldn't think of a better one to have. This time around, as Mom and I undressed in the gender-neutral locker room, stuffing away everything but our towels and a beach umbrella, things were much less awkward than the first time around. In fact, I was able to prevent an erection.

"Looks like we made it here first," said Mom, when we arrived at the same spot we'd visited the first time. We scanned the rest of the beach but didn't spot the girls. "Let's set up the towels and the shade, and then relax. They'll show up eventually."

Ten minutes later, I was slathered in lotion, laying on my towel, face up in the sun. Mom was in the shade next to me. I'd managed to keep my eyes off her, decreasing the risk of any embarrassing reaction. I wasn't laying there long before I fell asleep, though. Blissful, blissful sleep. Under the sun, it feels extra relaxing.

**

"Wake up, Mr. Flagpole," I heard a voice say.

"Huh?" I was wondering if I was dreaming.

"I said, wake up! We're here, and we've been talking to your Mom for like half an hour. Nap time's over." It was Rhonda's voice. Then it hit me that she called me 'Mr. Flagpole.' I quickly looked down, horrified to see my cock was standing at full mast. I may have been able to stave off the horny thoughts when I was awake, but apparently that was not the case when I nodded off. I jerked my hands down to cover.

"Oh, don't do that," laughed Birdy, who was standing to the left of Rhonda. "It's nice eye candy!" She looked to Rhonda before bursting into laughter. "For me, anyway!"

"Don't mind her, Keith," said Rhonda. "Birdy teases everyone. It's fine. Come on, have a beer. We brought a few."

I was thinking maybe four or five beers might help. Alcohol sometimes impacts my erections in a negative way, but that could be a good thing. I sat up and accepted the beer. The others brought their towels near mine, allowing us to sit in a semi-circle. At some point, the conversation shifted to our current activity. "This is really your first time at a nude beach?" Rhonda asked.

I nodded, "Yeah, it's not something we've ever done before. I mean, technically, it's the second time. We probably wouldn't be here if you hadn't invited us back." Rhonda laughed, seemingly pleased we were willing to push our boundaries for her. Her smile didn't last long, and I noticed she seemed to drift off for a moment, as if preoccupied by bad thoughts.

Mom chimed in, "It's not my first time, actually. Keith's father and I used to go to nude beaches every so often."

"You have terrific breasts, Cassie," Birdy butted in. "I wish mine were more like yours."

"Don't say that!" cried Mom to Birdy. "You have a lovely figure. Doesn't she, Keith?" Mom turned to me. The girls were huddled close to each other, and the last thing I needed was them comparing their naked bodies in front of me. My cock was stiff as steel already.

"Oh, yes. It's... amazing," I said, trying to find the right word without sounding creepy. Personally, I think all three of them have incredible figures. Rhonda has an ass as firm as cement, and I can see muscles and lines that accent her lithe, sexy body. Mom, with her hourglass figure and amazing breasts, is gorgeous in her own right, and Birdy was like a younger version of that. Her hips aren't as wide, but her tits are every bit as large as Mom's, just a different shape. Firmer, but there's a touch of asymmetrical nipple placement. I loved it. They're each beautiful, and I wish I could have all of them. Even Mom, because I couldn't get that vision out of my head, where I witnessed her getting insatiably horny while she watched me masturbate. That image is hard to shake, no matter how much I tried.

Birdy looked to her sister and asked, "Are you going to tell them?"

Rhonda shrugged, and I could tell the mood had shifted. So could Mom, because she asked, "Tell us what?"

Birdy sighed, "Rhonda was dumped by text the other night, when we got back to our hotel. We spent all day yesterday getting drunk. Personally, I think it's for the best. I never liked the guy."

"I know you didn't like him," moaned Rhonda, "but that doesn't make me feel better about it." She paused, before saying, "I almost cancelled today, but Birdy insisted."

Mom spoke, "I am so sorry, Rhonda. Breakups always take time to get over."

"He won't even take my calls, and I'm blocked everywhere. He just dumped me. Said he was interested in someone else, and if things were right with us, he wouldn't have those feelings."

"I'm telling you, Rhonda. He was already cheating," said Birdy. "And the way he always talked about you, anyway! Unforgivable."

"It doesn't matter at this point," said Mom, "What's important -- right now, anyway -- is making this day as fun for you as possible, Rhonda. You're here with friends, and you should take advantage of it!" I think Mom was most empathetic to the news. Her split with Dad hit her pretty hard, and the circumstances were similar. She tried to lighten the mood with her next question to Rhonda, "Well? Did you drink enough yesterday?"

Rhonda chuckled, "I'm not sure there's enough liquor in the world."

Mom answered, "You say that now, but believe me, you'll get over it in due time."

Birdy said, "We each drank four wine coolers yesterday, and then we went back and got a twelve-pack. These are the leftovers." She raised her beer to me, as I took another swig from the one in my hand.

Mom looked to me, "Keith, why don't you run to the store? Get a couple bottles of wine and some glasses. Maybe some more beer, too."

"Really?" I asked.

"I think your friend deserves it. Two days in a row won't hurt her. Is that okay with you, Rhonda? So long as you don't make a habit of alcohol... but we're on vacation. We can break a few rules."

"Yeah, actually," Rhonda smiled. "Why not? It helped yesterday, and I am here to have fun. I'd rather enjoy the day, than spend it sulking."

"Can you get me another pack of coolers?" asked Birdy.

I was caught off guard being volunteered to do something, but I liked the idea. Maybe with enough liquor, the ladies won't mind my erection so much. Hell, maybe I'll drink enough to make it go away. "Would you like to go with him, Birdy?" Mom asked. "Get whatever you like. Keith has a card I let him use for college. Just put it on that." Mom pays off my credit card every month. I know I have a privileged life, but I don't usually rack up more than necessary. I have a meal card and a dorm room that covers my basic needs.

"I'd love to go!" Birdy said, jumping to her feet. I couldn't help but be in awe of her confident nudity. "Let me get my bikini. I actually have it in this bag." She began digging through it, but then turned to Rhonda and asked, "Or do you think I should wear my shirt and shorts to the store? They're back in the changing room."

Mom pointed toward the road and said, "I saw a liquor store just over the bridge. You remember it, Keith? I think it's called Sand & Sun Liquor, something like that."

"Yeah, I saw it. Next to that restaurant we stopped at yesterday. You can probably wear a bikini in there, Birdy. It must get lots of beach goers for customers, so do whatever is comfortable to you."

Rhonda laughed, "Don't tell Birdy that. She'll go naked."

Birdy kicked sand at Rhonda, "Hey, you're the one who suggested we go to a nude beach for vacation!"

The girls bickered for a bit while I got up. I wanted to cover my erection fast, and the requirement to get dressed, to run an errand, was a good excuse. "We'll be back in about thirty minutes or so," I said, calculating the time in my head. It's at least a five-minute walk to the car, and five or ten minutes to get to the store. Hopefully, it would be long enough for my loins to calm down. I wondered if Rhonda's quip about Birdy preferring to stay naked was accurate. We began our trek toward the changing room, and I took a moment to take all this in. Me, surrounding by three naked, beautiful women. Isn't this the vacation of any man's dream? Well, any straight man, I suppose. Why was I so nervous around them? I had tried playing it cool, but I wasn't sure it worked.

Watching Birdy's hips move while walking didn't help my case. She has a fluidity in her motion. A natural gift of dance, maybe? And unlike me, she is confident in her own skin. We made it to the changing room and I quickly found my shorts, pulling them on. They tented up, doing little to hide the fact I still had an erection, but at least it wasn't out on display. Birdy opened a nearby locker and pulled out two small articles of clothing, a shirt and shorts, both white in color. She held the skimpy shirt up, shaking it. "What do you think? Should I put my bikini on first, or just the shirt and bottoms only?"

I blushed, but responded, "I think you know what I'd prefer."

Birdy giggled, ditching the bikini altogether, throwing the shirt over her head and pulling it on, all in one quick motion. Two seconds later, she had on a pair of booty shorts to match. Her ample bosom jiggled easily and often under the thin fabric of her shirt. If she bent over, someone might get a pleasant surprise. It didn't cover much. I loved it, of course. A few moments later, we hopped in the car and just as I started it, Birdy slapped at my stiff erection, giggling. It was covered in my shorts, but it was still raised to attention. "Hey, what was that about?" I asked.

Birdy laughed, winking at me. "You really aren't used to this, are you?" she asked.

I shook my head, and kicked the car into gear. "No, I'm not. Obviously!"

I pulled onto the main road and Birdy leaned in closer. "Well, don't worry about it, Keith. We're on vacation. You're allowed to have fun."

"I am having fun."

"I know. But, come on, be honest. You're way too preoccupied with the state of your penis. Like I said, don't worry about it."

"Easy for you to say," I said. "You try being me for a minute."

"I get it, Keith," Birdy said. "You get a bit flustered. You know... you aren't the only one."

We were already almost halfway to our destination. Once over the bridge, it's only a small stretch of road. "What exactly are you implying?" I was desperately hoping Birdy was making a pass at me. Sometimes I can be dim about these things.

"Well..." Birdy did seem a bit hesitant to speak, but continued, "I was going to ask you about Cassie."

"Mom? What about her?"

"She's single, right?"

I chuckled. "Very. She hasn't been with a man in years."

Birdy tilted her head. "A man, huh? What about the 'softer side' of things?"

I was a bit confused. "Softer?"

"The touch of a woman," Birdy said, smirking. "I find her to be very exotic."

"Wait. You? Mom? You're into my mother?"

"She's divine," Birdy exclaimed. "I'm not trying to cause trouble. I was just asking if you know... well... is she the kind of woman who might be open to a fling?"

"She's twice your age!" I exclaimed.

"And? I'm not going to marry her, Keith. I just..." Birdy leaned in again, whispering, "Cassie is like my dream woman. And it's just for fun! One time only, maybe. Would you mind if I--"

"Hey, you do what you want, Birdy," I said, shaking my head. "You just surprised me, is all. I, uh... I didn't expect it. But honestly, I don't think my Mom is..." I paused, realizing Mom had surprised me herself, with lots of new information lately. "... on the other hand, she's my mother. In regards to her sexual history, I wouldn't really know, would I?"

"I kind of feel a connection to her, Keith. So you won't be mad if I ask?"

"Shoot your shot," I said, raising my brow. "And good luck. I'm just not so sure you'll get anywhere."

We pulled into the parking lot of the liquor store just as we were finishing our conversation. My cock was finally starting to soften and I repositioned it in my shorts. "Okay. You remember everything we're supposed to get?"

"Yeah, let's go," Birdy said. "I'm eager to get back." She bounced out of the car and I had to chase after her to catch up. The clerk behind the counter was thrilled the moment he caught sight of Birdy. I'm not sure he even noticed I was there. "Look!" Birdy pointed to a display. "Cherry Blasts. My favorite cooler. You grab the beer. I'll grab the wine and the coolers. Meet ya at the register!"

A few minutes later, the young man behind the counter was slowly scanning our items, staring at Birdy's chest more than his task at hand. "That'll be $69.80," he finally said, turning to me. I popped out my card and scanned it over the machine.

"Thanks!" Birdy chimed to the man, waving at him. She even bopped up on her toes, making her boobs jiggle under her shirt. She knew what she was doing. She grabbed the coolers and one bottle of wine. I grabbed the other bottle and the 12-pack of Hammerstein. "Oh, wait!" Birdy exclaimed, "Cassie said we need to get glasses."

The man behind the counter sparked to attention. "I gotcha," he said, reaching under his cabinet, procuring three plastic wine glasses. "On me," he said.

"Uh, we need four of them," said Birdy. The man behind the counter didn't hesitate, grabbing another glass for her. He placed them all in a bag and handed them to me. I managed to take it, carrying it and the wine bottle in the same hand, and the case of beer held like a football in my other.

Once back in the car, I lamented, "Probably more liquor than we'll ever need, but at least we know we won't run out!"

Birdy giggled and then surprised me, lifting her shirt, exposing herself. "Come on, big boy. Get us back to the party!" Her flirtatious demeanor, of course, sent a jolt of pleasure to my nether regions. I was already getting hard again.

On the way back, Birdy brought up something even more interesting than my mother. "So... I was thinking... maybe after a couple of drinks, I might get a few minutes alone with Cassie." I stayed silent while Birdy continued, "Rhonda could use a pleasant distraction. Maybe you two could hook up."

"She just got dumped, Birdy!" I said. "That would likely impair her decisions... and you know... it would be like me taking advantage." Once again, Birdy reached over and slapped at my cock. I really wish that thing would go down and stay down. "Hey! What was that for, this time?"

"It's not a rebound. It's just good, old-fashioned, fuck-her-brains-out action. The perfect thing to do while on vacation."

"I'm serious, Birdy. I actually kind of like Birdy. If I ever had a real shot with her, I wouldn't want to ruin it by being her rebound." Birdy chuckled, shaking her head. "What?" I asked.

"Keith, Birdy has talked about you all year, ever since you two shared that class together. She never pursued you because she was with Bonehead, though. Take that information any way you want, but it's my take that she would never consider you as a rebound. Maybe as a fling. Maybe a boyfriend. But no... you wouldn't be taking advantage of her."

"Are you serious right now?" I asked, pulling into the parking lot.

Birdy began peeling out of her clothes as she replied, even though we're supposed to do that in the changing room, not in the parking lot. "Keith. Rhonda thinks you're cute. Thinks you might be a good guy. Sure, she's going through some stuff, but she's always held those feelings towards you. Come on, let's get back and have some fun. Either try, or don't try. After all, I might make a complete ass of myself with your Mom, but I am at least going to try."

"Alright, alright!" I relented, getting out of the car with her. I opted to keep my clothes on until we got to the changing room. I think Birdy enjoyed watching me get out of them, seeing my cock spring back out in the open. It really is impossible for me to keep it down with Birdy exposed, and telling me I have a shot with Rhonda. I wouldn't be able to keep my mind off the matter.

There were more visitors peppering the beach when we got back, but Mom and Rhonda were still, more or less, secluded in our spot at the south end of it. It was a bit slow moving, carrying all the liquor back with us, but we managed. As we were getting closer, Birdy leaned toward me. "Aww, looks like Cassie and Rhonda have bonded."

I picked my head up from the ground to see Rhonda curled up in my mother's arms. Even from here, I could see there had been crying. "I'm guessing Mom offered an empathetic ear to Rhonda. You know, Mom's divorce was just finalized last week."

"Really? Well, hopefully, we can brighten the mood with our offerings." Birdy held up one of the wine bottles, and then called out to them. "Hey, girls! We're back!"

Mom and Rhonda turned, waving us toward them. Then they both stood up, preparing to offer us aid, and I just took a moment to acclimate myself to the vision. My mother, my school friend, and her sister. All ridiculously hot, and willingly, happily, naked in my presence. My cock was pulsing... wanting. I gave up trying to have any control over it.

**

"Alright, for the second round of drinks, I say we play a game," said Birdy, after we'd been sunning and chatting for some time. "We can do more than just soaking in the sun, ya know!"

"What kind of game?" Mom asked. She'd been laying on her tummy and turned over. Goodness, it's a sight to behold, yet I still feel a bit "icky" for enjoying the view. That uncomfortable feeling didn't stop me from looking, though. It's an irresistible temptation.

Rhonda answered Mom's question. "Let's play, 'Would You Rather.' It's fun, easy and we won't have to leave our spots." She was currently turned on her side, fishing out some sun lotion from her bag. Slight muscles ripples under skin with her motions, a testament to how fit and lean she is. She doesn't overdo things in the gym, but she does enough to stay flexible and strong.

"What is that?" asked Mom.

"Oh, man," I sighed. "It's like a game of scruples, Mom. You'll be asked to choose between two options, and then you give your reasons why."

"How is it a drinking game?"

Rhonda answered, "If you refuse to answer, or if everyone in the group thinks you're lying, then you take a drink. If you answer the question honestly, the person asking the question takes a drink."

"How would anyone know if someone is lying?"

I shrugged, "I guess we play by the honor system, and it's just our opinions."

"It's questions like this," said Birdy. "Would you rather win a million dollars, and no one knows about it, or ten million, but everyone knows about it?"

Mom sighed, raising a brow. "Well, that's easy for me. I would take just the million. I've experienced what it's like when all your friends and family think you're a piggy bank. I wouldn't want to risk that happening again."

"I hope I was never like that," I said.

"Not you. Some of our extended family. Too many, frankly." Mom smiled, and picked up her freshly poured, second glass of wine. "I answered that okay, right? I think I'll drink, anyway."

We all chuckled, but I broke the news to her. "Most questions, Mom, get... uh... worse than that."

"Like how?" Mom giggled.

Rhonda jumped in, "Like, would you rather me, or Birdy, help your son get off?" She turned to me, as I tried to process what she had just said. "It looks harder every time I see it, Keith. You must be in agony."

If it weren't for the wind, you could hear a pin drop after Rhonda said those words. Birdy looked flabbergasted that her sister had been so forward, and I think Mom's brain went on the fritz, likely because of how we handled this very same issue the other day, where she had kind of helped me get off. A few seconds later, Birdy erupted into uproarious laughter. "Now THAT was the quickest escalation in a game of Would You Rather that I've ever experienced." She tapped Mom on the shoulder. "The whole point is to try to shock each other. You were unable to answer the question, so now you take a drink."

Mom blinked, before saying, "Oh, okay! I get it." She took another sip from her glass and asked, "Who's next?"

Rhonda perched up a bit on her towel. "Me and Birdy have asked questions, so you go next, then Keith. We'll stop when someone gets too drunk," she quipped.

Mom sat up now, too. "Alright. I'll ask you a question, Birdy," she pointed. "Would you rather kick Stephen in the balls, or the teeth, for what he did to Rhonda?"

Birdy and Rhonda immediately burst into laughter, while I tried to figure out the joke. "Who's Stephen?" I asked.

"Rhonda's ex," Birdy replied, before turning to Mom. "I guess Rhonda told you everything, huh?"

Mom nodded and said, "Yes. I hate him already." She looked to Rhonda. "I know it hurts, but trust me, you are better off!"

"You are, too!" Rhonda kicked back, then looking to me. "She told me about your Dad."

"Was he an asshole, too?" Birdy asked.

"Just never around, really," I said.

Birdy stood up, stretching. I tried not to look like a perv while, essentially, perving on her, but I have no idea if my effort worked. It's very hard not to stare at such beauty. Hell, I may have been drooling. She addressed Mom and Rhonda confidently. "The answer is, I'd kick his teeth in. Stephen said a lot of shit that he can never take back." Now Birdy pointed at the two ladies and shouted, "You both are better off without these assholes in your lives!"

"Hear, hear" Mom said, raising her glass, and taking yet another swig. It was already close to empty. She turned to me. "Keith, your turn! Ask away!"

"Yeah, Keith. Bring it on!" exclaimed Rhonda.

I hadn't really thought of anything, so I improvised, shooting a question back at Rhonda. "Alright, would you rather live 300 years, but you are average looking at best, and live an average lifestyle at best... or live 80 years, and you are beautiful, successful and lavishly rich?"

"Oooh, a philosopher's question," said Birdy. "I like these."

Rhonda tapped at her knee, thinking for a moment. "I don't want you to think this is vanity, because it's not, but I choose the shorter life. I don't think I want to live three hundred years, seeing so many generations of friends and family come and go. On the other hand, I would hate to know I die at a certain age, too! But still, I choose the shorter life. Thanks for all the extra bonuses that come with it." We laughed, and I took a drink. "Your turn, Birdy," Rhonda finished.

Birdy hopped next to Mom and directed her question at me. "Alright, Keith. Serious question," she said, pausing for dramatic effect, and staring me down. "Be honest, would you rather squeeze these..." Birdy quickly raised her hands and gave her tits a healthy squeeze, before reaching over to do the same to my mother's, "... or these?!"

Instantly, Birdy and Rhonda howled in laughter. Mom, caught off guard, practically jumped a foot in the air, but then she, too, laughed right along with them. They knew they were torturing me. My penis couldn't be any more erect than it already was, and my brain was working overtime to keep salacious thoughts at bay. They were making it very difficult. "You, of course!" I shouted. "I couldn't grope my Mom!" I lied. I mean, I might feel awkward about it; I might experience a post-nut clarity and regret it, but I could definitely see myself doing it.

Birdy took her drink and pointed to Rhonda, who immediately asked her sister a question. "Birdy, would you rather discover a deep, meaningful and long-term relationship with someone, while you're on vacation... or would you rather find someone to have wild, passionate sex, free of any commitments or obligations, for one-time only."

"Oooh, both sound pretty good," said Birdy. "I think I pick the latter right now. I'm too busy with school to be serious with someone."

Rhonda raised her bottle and took a swig. "Okay, Cassie. Back to you."

"Hmm, okay... I think I'd like to ask that same question to Keith. Well?"

"Mom!" I cried. "You're gonna ask me embarrassing, personal shit?"

"Isn't that the fun of it?" The other girls seemed to agree with her, backing her up.

"Fine. I'm with Birdy about both options sounding good..." I paused, probably for too long. "... but I don't know. I feel like I'm ready."

"Ready?" Mom asked.

"Yeah, you know. I guess I feel like I've grown up enough to treat a woman right, and I guess I would kind of like that. I haven't really started looking for a relationship yet, but I am open to one."

"Oh, honey! That's terrific," Mom insisted. I noticed her nipples were hard as diamonds. "I can't wait to meet the lucky girl." Mom took a big swig from her glass, then said, "I took enough for two sips. It was worth it." She pointed to me, indicating my turn.

I've always been a bit competitive, and with a little alcohol, a bit devious. I don't know why I felt the mood was okay for this, but I just spit it out, "Birdy, would you rather have Mom all to yourself for an hour, or a whole night?"

Rhonda spit up, coughing, while Birdy's jaw dropped. I could tell Birdy was surprised, but she wasn't angry. Mom just looked confused, saying, "Wait. What?" Rhonda and I then burst out laughing.

"Cassie," Birdy pleaded. "I hope you still enforce spankings, because your son just did a very bad thing and revealed a secret."

"A secret?"

Birdy sighed and fessed up. "Yes, I have a crush on you, Cassie." It was easy to see the look of shock and surprise on Mom's face as Birdy continued, "I was going to tell you about it, of course, but Keith just ruined it. Anyway, please don't be offended, but--"

"Why would I be offended? I just had no idea. Oh, my, I haven't had a girl crush on me since... well, not that know of, anyway... in years. College, actually." Mom seemed to blush while thinking on a distant memory.

"Okay, you have to tell us this story," I said, suddenly wishing I had kept my mouth shut. It comes off weird asking for sex stories from parents, right?

Mom smiled and gently shook her head. "Oh, it was nothing. Just my second-year roommate, Anna. She was kind of a wild one." She lifted her head and looked at me. "I don't think I ever told you about her... for reasons."

Birdy laughed and said, "You're going to have to tell me those reasons some time."

"I don't kiss and tell," Mom quipped, which implied to me that Mom had that wild side, too. "Are you going to answer Keith's question, or take a drink?"

Birdy reared back, smiling, then approached Mom, leaning in, staring her down. "Fine. The answer is, with you, I'd want the whole night."

"Oh, admit it, Birdy!" yelled Rhonda. "You'd take a whole week."

I took a drink while the three flirted with each in this manner. My cock couldn't stop trying to reach new heights. I think it was begging me to do something about the situation. I pointed to Birdy. "You again," I said.

"Fine, she said. Cassie... would you rather suck my breasts? Or Keith's cock?"

Mom gasped, shocked by the blunt question. It stumped her. "I... I could never do that to Keith. He's my son!" She was denying it, yet in her voice, I heard through it. I wondered if the others did, too.

Birdy barked back, "Awesome! That leaves me!" She winked at Mom, who was blushing, and then took a swing from her wine cooler.

It was Rhonda's turn again and she spoke, "I think it's time for something else. All these questions about sex are kind of, uh... turning me on."

"So... we should quit?" Mom asked.

Rhonda laughed. "Yes! Either quit, or let me fuck your son! Holy shit, I am horny." She turned to her sister. "You know why, don't you?"

Birdy was giggling, nodding fast. She tapped Mom on the shoulder and pointed to me. "Rhonda thinks it's cute that Keith gets so excited around us." Birdy winked to me this time, and then gave my mom's tits a squeeze, surprising her yet again. "Almost as excited as I get over these," she whispered directly to Mom.

I'm pretty confident there had to be precum forming at the tip of my cock. I never dreamed I would be in such a crazy predicament. Mom briefly turned to me, looking confused and slightly panicked, before snapping out of it. She then addressed Rhonda. "Rhonda, my dear, if Keith wants to... well... you know... if he--" Before Mom could finish her thought, Rhonda bolted off her towel, rushing at me, tackling me down. I was laid on my back, and her hand was gripped tightly on my cock, squeezing hard, before I even had chance to respond. "I didn't mean in front of me!" Mom screamed.

I heard Birdy cry out with glee, followed by a short squeal from Mom. I was too distracted by Rhonda's actions to follow what was happening with them. Rhonda was tugging back and forth on my dick, while she drove her tongue down my mouth. It was unexpected, but wanted, and I reciprocated. Soon, I was touching parts of her body I'd only dreamt about. When my fingers reached her clit, it was like a shock went through her. She was so sensitive, yet so needy. I pushed in, feeling her juices, and a soft moan escaped her.

"Please," Rhonda whispered. "Please fuck me. Use me. Be with me. I want you, Keith. I've wanted you so badly, for so long."

I had no idea Rhonda had ever held these feelings for me. If she had this crush on me when she was dating Stephen, I was all the more impressed with her character. She stayed devoted and true to him to the end. But the end was two days ago, and by her actions, it was very clear she was ready to move on. A moment later, she had her mouth wrapped around my penis, stopping only a moment to say she loved how it tasted. Her sensual talk had me on edge way too early for this, but I was absolutely determined not to cum until Rhonda was fully satisfied.

Ten feet away from us, I caught a glimpse of Mom and Birdy. Birdy's ass, mostly, as it was facing me. I couldn't tell for sure, but it appeared as if she was going down on my mother. The wind made it difficult to hear, but I think I could make out a soft moaning sound. I'd heard those kinds of moans once before, just a couple days ago, when Mom and I masturbated together.

I looked down to Rhonda. She, too, was moaning, rubbing herself as she went to work on my shaft. She was too skilled for me to allow this to go on, so I said, "I want you on your knees. I want to fuck you from behind." Rhonda groaned louder, loving the request. She eagerly hopped up, turning around on all fours.

"Make me feel it," she said, looking at me with a lust I've never experienced from a partner before. In seconds, I was doing exactly what she asked. Her groans turned to screams of ecstasy, as I took her there, only feet away from my mother and her sister. I avoided looking in their direction, too afraid that if I saw something that turned me on, it would make me shoot too early. Instead, I concentrated on Rhonda, watching her movements work with mine as our bodies collided. Her first orgasm wasn't a minute after I penetrated, and her second came even quicker.

Rhonda dropped down, her chest in the sand and her ass as high as I could hold it. I gripped at her hips and drove my cock inside her, making her feel me ever harder and faster. Her squeals turned into something that sounded like a mix between whale song and paranormal screams, as she went reeling into a cascade of orgasms. I'd never been with someone who was so easily triggered to it. Either that, or she had a lot of pent-up frustration.

I pulled out at the last second, the very moment I knew I couldn't hold back. "I'm cumming!" I yelled, much louder than I had intended, just as I sprung out of Rhonda's pussy. I probably didn't even need to use hands, but perhaps out of habit, I grabbed and beat off, matching the pace I'd been fucking Rhonda. The first rope of cum shot out just as Rhonda turned to face me, a healthy amount splashing across her left cheek. She opened her mouth, surprising me, as she took me in for the sequels.

Rhonda latched on, sucking hard as I released more into her. Her moans and movements indicated she was cumming yet again. Only when I was almost finished, did I take a breath, looking around. I had expected Mom and Birdy to still be in their area, playing with each other. Instead, the were just a few feet behind me, mouths agape, looking shocked at what they had just witnessed.

Birdy spoke, "Holy fucking shit, that was hot."

Mom replied, without hesitation, "Yes, it was."

I don't think Birdy or Rhonda faulted Mom at all for speaking such taboo words, by commenting on her own son's sex game. Even I felt like something spiritual, or supernatural, had occurred. Never had I been so high on such sexual energy. I fell back into the sand, face up, needing rest. And air. A moment later, I felt Rhonda crawling up on me. "Hey, Tiger," she said. "Um... so... maybe we could do this again later. Less spontaneously?"

I smiled, chuckling. "That would be nice."

Suddenly, Birdy jumped into view, crowding our space. "Only if I get to watch again!" she joked.

I looked to Mom. She still appeared stunted. Maybe she felt guilty for having seen me in such an intimate way. I'm sure as many thoughts were going through her head, as were going through mine, but I was grateful for Rhonda. This new experience, and its future possibilities, monopolized my thoughts over all others.

We cleaned up not long after, and went back to drinking and conversation. For some reason, we avoiding talking about what had just occurred, but we traded phone numbers and, of course, Rhonda and I made plans for a big date two weeks from now. I was over the moon by the time we all headed out, saying our goodbyes.

"Promise you'll text me," Rhonda said.

"You know I will." We kissed. It was soft, sensual and short, a perfect end to the day.

Or so I thought.

***

"Keith?"

"Mom?" I asked, jerking up. She'd woken me up, and it was still dark in the room. I was propped on my elbows trying to make her out. Only the dim light from the hotel bathroom reached into the room.

"Yes, it's me. Can we talk?"

"Uh, sure. What time is it?" I sat up and fumbled for the light at my bedside.

"It's almost two in the morning. I couldn't sleep."

I felt the weight of Mom as she sat on the bed next to me, just as I found the switch to the lamp. The view was somewhat shocking. Mom was in her robe, but wearing nothing underneath. It was almost half open, and I could see lots of flesh, though none of the intimate details. Still, it was a tease, whether she knew it or not. "Keith. May I ask you something?"

"Sure, Mom. Go ahead."

"When you were with that girl today... Rhonda..."

"Yes?" I asked. I shifted my position, trying to lean in more.

"I... I..."

"Mom, it's okay. I get it. It's... weird, right? Maybe you feel guilty for what we've... I don't know... skirted with... and..."

"No, no, no, honey. It's not that! I mean... I guess I felt a little guilt or shame... at first. But when I saw you with her. How you put everything into the act. It was... well... wow. Is it always that way with you?"

I chuckled a bit, but answered honestly. "No, actually. I mean, yeah, the women I have been with -- not that it's a lot -- they all claim to have enjoyed it. But what happened today... I don't know, Mom. I really like Rhonda. I hope it's always like that."

Mom laughed this time, and I caught a glimpse of her full breast for a brief instant. Maybe it was all this sexual energy still in the air, but my penis responded. How, I don't know, after everything it had already been through. Mom sighed, and then looked right at me. "Keith. I... I've never had a man like that. Like what I saw today."

"Oh," I said, not sure where else to go with it. "Uh, I mean... it can't have been all bad, right?"

"I didn't say it was bad. I just said... like that." There was a pause, because I wasn't sure how to take this flattery. "Keith. If I weren't your mother, could you fuck me like that?" The question didn't sound desperate, but rather like her curiosity just demanded to know. Mom was, and always has been, a confident woman, even if she has been through several years of celibacy.

"Mom. You have to know, you are a beautiful and amazing woman. I mean, I guess it's kind of a weird question, but you have to know the answer is yes."

Mom sighed, dropping her head. "A weird question, huh?"

"I mean, I don't mean to... offend, or anything... it's just--"

Mom interrupted my thought, saying, "It's just I have a weirder question."

I laughed. "It's fine. Ask away."

"If I were your mother, could you fuck me like that?"

"You are my mother," I responded, confused.

"I know. I am asking... Keith, I am asking -- and I want to ask now, before you get in any serious relationship -- and I don't want you to hate me for asking -- but I have to ask, anyway. I want you to fuck me like, Keith. Fuck me like you fucked Rhonda."

My cock was standing to attention. I hadn't even noticed its rise as Mom confessed her desire. There was a sexual tension with Rhonda when we were together, and I felt it again, now. Maybe it was leftover effects from the day, maybe it was a culmination of things. I took Mom's question seriously, pulling at her robe, drawing it down.

"One night only," she said.

As we embraced each other, I was thinking I had at least two weeks.