Hot Sand: Carolina

"There were a few, but...I've seen nicer," Josh said. "They should shop at your store."

Julie was amazed at his flirting skills. She glanced down at the too-sexy bikini and once again wished she'd been smarter with her packing. But then, out of nowhere, maybe from sunstroke or some such thing, she flirted back. Josh was, after all, a handsome young man, six feet two inches tall, with the muscled stomach and strong legs of a soccer player. All of Logan's friend's are from the team.

"Oh, you like this one?" she said, eyeing the way her still-nippily breasts looked in it. Her sleepy brain wasn't thinking a hundred percent clearly. "Logan's father likes the way it looks on me. I guess I buy them more for the men than for me. It's hard for me to get used to thinking of you boys as men, but, you are, aren't you."

The sudden, real-life conversation with Mrs. B about her stunningly bikinied breasts seemed to tongue-tie Josh. Logan and Tyler said nothing.

"I brought some others, too," Julie said. "You'll all have to give me your opinion on them. I probably shouldn't tell you this, but I was supposed to bring some less sexy ones, to wear around you boys, but I forgot them. Good thing I didn't forget these or we'd have to be like a French family and run around half naked, or even more naked that that." The words tumbled out of Julie's mouth without her full knowledge. She felt the inner heat of a full body blush that made her look sunburned, and it wasn't just from what she'd said. Josh's hard-on was bigger, maybe even full-blown. There were no pockets in his board-short type swimsuit, so he held his hands down in front of the lump to try and hide his predicament.

The way life is supposed to be seemed badly out of whack. Julie knew it, but it was what it was—the boys had seen her topless, and that was all there was to it. There was no rewind to change how it had played out. She stood up and stretched her groggy body, which she quickly realized was another mistake. All she could do was try to normalize things. "I fell asleep for a while. It's so peaceful here. I haven't seen a single person up the beach this far since we got here. I guess I'll go take a shower and wash this lotion off of me."

It was yet another wrong thing for a chaperoning mother to say. She shook her head a little, wondering why she couldn't wake up the brain cells she needed, the ones that controlled good behavior. She gathered her towel and her book and tossed them in her beach bag. She turned and walked to the house, her nearly naked ass wiggling the way it always does, like a lingerie model on a fashion runway. The black bikini, with it's nearly-a-thong racer-backed bottom, was designed to look a little like lingerie, with lace around all the edges, and it carried off the design brief with aplomb. Logan couldn't quite believe that his mother was wearing such a thing, and it was even more astonishing that she looked so amazing in it. Josh and Tyler didn't blink, so as not to miss a second.

—

"Did you leave me some hot water, Mrs. B.?"

In the quiet, close quarters of the upstairs hallway, Julie stopped suddenly and turned toward Josh. Her expression was one of surprise, and her breasts, under her flimsy summer robe, wobbled to their equilibrium. "Oh, I didn't...know you were here."

"That's all right, I don't need much."

"There's...the outdoor shower," she said. "I thought you boys would use that one, after the beach."

"Yeah, Logan and Ty are down there, but...I don't know. I felt like a real shower. You probably don't want us gettin' naked down there, do you?"

Julie could see the flirty mischief in Josh's eyes, and the situation flustered her. "No, I...guess that's not a good idea. If there was some kind of enclosure I guess it would be okay, but..."

Julie stood there, in her shorty robe that draped on her breasts, amazed that Josh was so unashamedly looking at her. It wasn't lecherous looking, but his glances were all out in the open, and they took in various parts of her. She knew Josh's father, and he was a handsome, flirtatious ladies man, too.

"Your tan looks great, Mrs. B."

"Oh, thanks. You're pretty dark, too." And just like that, Julie was looking at Josh's six-foot-two hunk of shirtless, swimsuit clad body just as much as he was looking at the way her suddenly aroused nipples poked at the fabric of her flimsy little robe. Blushing from the embarrassing inappropriateness of it all, Julie said, "You'd better get in there, before the boys use all the hot water."

Just a few minutes later, Julie heard something she had not expected to hear. It was the sound of Josh masturbating, virtually as clear as day. The walls in the old summer house are all simple open stud-work, with a sheathing of tongue-and-groove pine on just one side, the bedroom side, in the case of the white-painted wall that separated Julie's room from the bathroom. As she stood there, with her hand against the wall and her ear just a few inches away, she couldn't help but picture seven-and-a half inches of hard, wet, soapy meat in Josh's fast moving fist. She was pretty sure he was trying to be quiet about it, not aware of the paper-thin walls and Julie's close proximity to him. As the crow flies, if a crow could fly through walls, Julie was just three or four feet from Josh's suddenly breathless, spasming body. She was as breathless as he was, but in a silent way.

The sound of footsteps on the creaky staircase roused her from her voyeuristic trance, and she raced to her door and shut it. She thought of locking it, but it seemed unnecessary. She listened as Logan and Tyler passed by, each heading to their room. "Oh my God," she whispered to her empty room. Her heart pounded and she felt a little faint. A sit-down on the side of her bed calmed her, and then she dressed for dinner, putting on white denim shorts and a charcoal gray tunic top. A bikini top would have been the cooler, more comfortable option, but she thought it best to cover herself a bit more.

—

Hamburgers and hotdogs sizzled on the grill, and potato salad was dished out, all of it from the supermarket on the mainland. It tasted wonderful, as vacation food often does. After dinner, the boys kicked the soccer ball around on the beach. Julie went out to the car for something and saw a girl, about the boys age, cutting wildflowers and reeds on the other side of the sandy dirt road. Julie had seen her twice before, passing slowly by on her bicycle, looking curiously at the house and the rental car in the driveway. Julie waved and said hello, and the girl introduced herself as Everbright Hardy, daughter of Everanham and Brightly Hardy. "I guess my folks wanted my name to be somethin' similar," she said.

Everbright lives on small farm with her parents and her brother, way off the island's only road. They raise pigs and chickens and bees, and sell their products over on the mainland, in Greenville, at the local Farmers Market. Julie quickly realized theirs was a free-spirited bohemian lifestyle, and that Everbright had been home schooled.

"Julie's a nice name, too, Ma'am. It's like that woman who sings, in that movie."

"Julie...Andrews?"

"That's her. You're pretty like she is, too," Everbright said, her eyes lingering on Julie's bosom for a few moments. "Even prettier, I reckon."

"Would you like to meet my son and his friends?" Julie asked. "They're about your age."

"Oh, yes ma'am, I would like to. I thought I saw a boy yesterday, when I was ridin' past."

Julie couldn't help but smile. If Everbright had seen one, she'd probably seen all three. "It must be lonely living way out here. Is yours the only house around?"

"Yes ma'am, ours and this here one. I've met some nice folks that come though. This place is rented or full-up with the owners pretty much all year."

"I'm not surprised. It's a very nice place. We thought we'd be closer to town, but I'm enjoying how peaceful it is way out here."

"Yes ma'am. Pretty much nobody ever even walks up the beach this far, 'specially when it's hot like this."

Julie walked with Everbright, around the side of the house and down the path through the dune grass to the beach. The boys' ball kicking came to a sudden stop when they saw Julie and the unknown girl approaching. Julie wasn't surprised that the sight of Everbright had such an effect on them. A deeply tanned sun-bleached blonde tends to do that to eighteen-year-old boys, especially when her soft hair and wispy homemade summer dress waft in the sea breeze, the way they would if a movie director had placed a big fan just so. Julie didn't realize it, but the light of the low evening sun shown through Everbright's dress, giving away the outline of her youthful, underwear-free body.

Julie introduced her to the boys and watched with fascination as teenage hormones and ideas transformed them all. She'd seen it before, each time Logan met an attractive girl, but to see all three of the boys morph into slightly different people was truly interesting to her. It was nature doing its thing, and it made her realize that some of the behavior she'd seen from boys she knew when she herself was a teenager hadn't been as odd as she'd thought it was at the time.

The boys and Everbright built a campfire on the beach, where one had been before, near the shore-grass that separated the beach from the house's yard. Soon, the sun set behind the house, the sky turning pink and yellow, and then orange, darkening to a burnt-umber twilight. Julie left the young people to themselves when the eastern sky was turning black, speckled with emerging stars. "I think I'll go curl up with my book for a while," she said.

"Goodnight, Mom."

"Night Mrs. B."

"Goodnight Julie," Everbright said, her southern voice soft and lovely. She said it in a way that sounded like she'd known Julie forever.

An hour later, after reading a few chapters, Julie climbed the stairs to the widow's watch. She found an old, dust encrusted pair of binoculars there, and at first she pointed them toward the moon, bright and round, full but for a sliver of its flank. It hung halfway up the sky, above the reedy marsh across the road, over in the direction of Everbright's farm. Then Julie heard a tell-tale sound, floating to her ears on the quiet sigh of the ocean's soft surf. It was the moan of a young man, either in pain or in pleasure, and she was pretty sure it was pleasure. The circular view through her binoculars told the story: Her very own son, Logan, silent again for the moment, had his head tipped back, his eyes on the stars, and his very hard cock deep in the mouth of Everbright Hardy. He sat on the sand, leaning back on his arms, with his legs wide in front of him. Everbright was between those legs, on elbows and knees. Two other hard cocks were easily visible in the flickering firelight, Tyler's and Josh's, each one held by its owner's hand, at the base, letting the full length of the muscular erections tower toward the moonlit night sky. Everbright worked her way from one hard cock to the next, to the next and back again, and so on and so forth, until each of the boys' bodies tensed and their hips jerked as they orgasmed.

Julie's sweating hands held the binoculars none to still, her breathing short and ragged as she watched the stunning scene. She was amazed by so much of it—the remarkable size and manliness of the boys cocks, the beautiful looks of ecstasy on each of their faces when they came, and the remarkable oral skills of Everbright. The girl was a quiet dynamo, with the blowjob skills of a master, drinking and swallowing the boys gushes, squeezing out the rest from the still throbbing cocks with her hand, gathering every last drop of their cum with her tongue and her smiling mouth.

Julie, certain she'd be spotted up there on the widow's watch balcony in the moonlight, slunk away, into the deep quiet of the old house, where her mind reeled with thoughts of the sights she'd just seen. Logan's big seven-inch cock surprised her. His father is a grower-not-a-shower, so it stood to reason Logan would be, too, but he's a smaller young man overall than his father, six feet tall as compared to his father's six-two, and slimmer than his father ever was, so seeing a dead-ringer for her husband's big cock, sprung hard and proud from Logan's crotch, was a breathtaking sight for Julie. It made her proud, and it made her a little jealous of Logan's girlfriend Kayla, and it made her more than a little horny.

Or was it Josh's even bigger, girthier one that triggered her horniness, or was it the look on Tyler's face when he came, a boy she'd long thought was the ideal when it came to ranking Logan's friends for 'cuteness.' All of it confused Julie. She retreated to her bedroom, with its ocean view, her window positioned just low enough so the young folks and their fire couldn't be seen because of the shore-grass. Were they all fucking Everbright, Julie wondered? Three boys with one girl? Was such a thing even done? Should I put a stop to it if it's happening? They're eighteen, now, and Everbright said she was, too. I don't want to be thought of as that kind of mother.

But there was the girl's parents to think about, parents Julie knew nothing about. She pictured a shotgun toting father banging on the door, spraying rounds of birdshot into the behinds of the three boys she was responsible for. Julie was out the door, heading for the path to the beach when she saw Everbright walking toward her out of the dark, with the wispy homemade dress still on her, her youthful face radiating relaxed joy the way it always seemed to.

"Hi Julie," she said, her voice calm and soft. "Did you finish your book?"

"No...I...just thought I'd get some air."

"The fire's nice," Everbright said. "I like your son. You raised him up real nice."

"Oh, thanks," Julie said. "Are you...leaving?"

"Yes ma'am. I've got chores real early in the mornin'. I didn't want my momma comin' over here and seein' how cute all those boys are. She'd be stealin' all my fun. I got all I can do just competing with you," she said, glancing for a few long seconds at Julie's bosom again. "You sure are pretty."

"You are too, you know. You've got a certain something, that the girls up North don't have."

"Do I?"

Julie nodded. "I'm starting to wonder if I dreamed you."

Everbright smiled. "Julie! That's such a nice thing to say! I'm gonna remember that, always."

Julie and Everbright said their goodnights again, and Julie watched as the girl rounded a corner and was gone into the quiet night. The boys' voices could be heard, and the snap and crackle of the fire, but they couldn't see Julie and she couldn't see them. She stood there for a few moments, watching the red-glowing smoke and sparks rise from behind the beach grass, and then she turned and went inside, up to her room where her phone was, and she called her husband.

They discussed the production problems at Mark's work, under control now, he said, and Julie told him about the hot sun, and the nearly full moon, and the nice warm ocean water. She told of reading, and of falling asleep on the lounge on the beach, and of the boy's long walk to town, but she didn't tell Mark anything about her unplanned toplessness, or about listening to Josh masturbate. She told of meeting a delightful young local girl named Everbright, but she skipped over the part where Everbright gives all three boys blowjobs, just hours after meeting them.

It wasn't like Julie to keep secrets from Mark, but there were so many of them all of a sudden. Broaching one would have meant telling all, and it seemed best not to, at least for the time being, until Julie got a better handle on things.

After the phone call ended, guilt pangs tugged at the edges of Julie's happiness. She couldn't help but wonder if she was making a mess of things, a worry all parents have, especially when they're in charge of other parents' children. They're not children anymore! she told herself, but it was still confusing. Seeing what she saw through the binoculars couldn't be anything but confusing for a thirty-six year old mom. And then there was the totally uncalled for excitement she'd felt as she lay nearly naked on the lounge for the boys perusal. Why, she wondered, did it feel good instead of bad?

Parenting conundrums always made her long for Mark's companionship, so they could work things out together. She picked up her phone to call him again, but she didn't make the call. She needed to think more, but she wanted him near, so she opened the doorbell camera app on her phone, the way she often does when she's home. Her phone's screen showed an image of her front steps, her front walkway, and her driveway. Mark's car was there, the visual grounding she was hoping for, but right behind it, in blatant orange with black trim, was the Subaru that Julie had seen so many times in the parking lot at Mark's business. His secretary's car.

"What the fuck!" Julie said. She stared at her phone for the longest time. She saw a car drive by on the street, so the doorbell camera was working; it wasn't stuck in some sort of Twilight Zone moment, even though it seemed like it was. She'd just spoken to Mark and he hadn't said a word about Courtney being there, maybe working out the last of the production problems or some such thing. No, he'd said everything was back to normal, that he was glad to have a quiet evening to kick back with a drink and unwind.

It took a few minutes for the anger to rise up in Julie. She went to the kitchen, clumsily poured a glass of wine, stood there motionless, with campfire smoke in her nose and the still glowing phone in her hand.

An hour later, back in her bedroom, sitting on her bed, staring out at the black ocean, the tears came to her. She wondered why it had taken an hour, but deep down she knew why. Her marriage had been coasting on fumes for three long years. There was no shock, there was only sadness, the kind that felt deep but not bottomless.

Checking her phone again, the orange car was still there, quiet and motionless. Wiping away the last few tears, anger confused her thoughts. Her mind spun with visions — Courtney's always pleasant smile, Mark naked on a bed, Logan's cock disappearing in Everbright's mouth. Julie's confusion suddenly felt deeper than her sadness. She pictured Mark and Courtney fucking, and then she imagined Courtney's voice saying Everbright's words: I like your son. You raised him up real nice.

"You go near Logan it'll be the last thing you do," Julie said to the empty room. "Fucking my husband, huh, you little bitch? He'll lose interest in you someday. That's what he does."

Julie cried. She heard the boys in the house, noises in the kitchen and then footsteps on the stairs. The house went quiet, and the orange car was still there on her phone.

It was still there in the morning, early. Julie sat on her bed, watching the little screen, watching until she saw Courtney and Mark exit the house, get into their cars and drive away.

For Julie, it was an odd feeling morning. Somewhat numb, she showered in the bathroom, before the boys showed any sign of being awake. It was there, in the shower, when she started questioning her sanity. Her husband Mark and his secretary Courtney were in her thoughts, but not as much as she expected. Drowning them out was Josh, a ghostly vision of him right there in the shower with her, his tall, perfect body towering over her, his seven-and-a half inch cock hard in his fast-moving masturbating hand. Julie could sense him there, the powerful presence of him, his eyes watching her as she masturbated right along with him, her forefinger and middle finger furiously rubbing her clit. As she climbed higher and higher toward an orgasm, she felt as if she could feel the warm water splashing off of his spectral body, and then her fingers were his fingers, and she nearly crumbled to her knees from the intensity of the orgasm that ravished her.