Life's Too Short

"See, told you not to worry," I snickered, letting off the brake and driving through.

The road climbed a small hill then went down for almost half a mile before we came out into a dirt clearing being used as a make-shift parking lot. There were only four cars in it. I pulled in next to one and hopped out, followed by mom who spent several moments just looking around. The parking area was in a depression so you couldn't see anything other than grass covered hills.

Mom joined me at the back of the jeep and said, "I don't see a swimming hole."

I pointed toward a well-worn path and told her it was just over that rise. Shrugging she helped me unload the jeep. She carried the over-sized umbrella and towels while I grabbed a double-wide sleeping bag for us to lay on, pulled the handle up on the wheeled ice chest and headed up the path. When we reached the top of the hill and looked down into a shallow valley the water came into view. It was a man-made lake approximately two hundred yards across by about four hundred yards long. A wooden platform, anchored to the bottom of the lake with cement blocks floated in the center. A man and woman were stretched out on it catching some rays. Along the shore there were three more couples doing the same thing. I heard mom gasp when she saw that everyone was completely naked.

"Alan?" she whispered, slowly pulling her eyes away from the scene in front of her and staring questioningly at me.

"Oh, uh, I guess I should have warned you that this was a nude swimming hole," I said, my lips spreading into a huge smile.

"You think! Why would you bring me here of all places?" she asked.

Releasing my grip on the cooler I placed my hand on her shoulder and said, "Mom, I love you, and I figured you needed to just let loose, and what better place is there to do that than at a nude beach. Give it a try, and if you don't feel comfortable after a bit, then we'll leave."

"Are you going to be naked like them?" she asked, sweeping her arm out to indict the people below.

"I am. But hey, if you don't want to do this, then we can go," I told her while giving her my best puppy-dog eyes.

She couldn't help but grin as she said, "I hate it when you give me that look. Okay, we'll give it a try, but I have to tell you, you're putting me in an awkward position."

"It won't be awkward, Mom. Everyone here is naked, so I'm sure two more naked bodies isn't going to faze anybody."

"I'm not talking about them; I'm talking about being naked with my son. I haven't seen you without clothes since you were little, that's going to be the awkward part," she replied.

"I can appreciate that, but you've always told me that I look just like Dad, so while we're here just think of me as him, from the neck down anyway," I chuckled.

She gave me a stern look, let out a long breath, then headed down the path toward the water. I followed close behind, my heart beating a little faster than normal. She chose a spot as far away from the others as possible, but still in the sand. While I sat up the umbrella she spread out the sleeping bag. I had to prop the umbrella up with some stones that were lying nearby, and once I was finished I stood back and surveyed our little spot. Much to our delight the size of the umbrella cast shade on almost every inch of the sleeping bag. Satisfied with our little nest we stood on opposite sides of the sleeping bag just staring at each other for what felt like a long time.

Taking a deep breath, mom kicked off her sandals and said, "Let's get this over with."

I stood frozen as I watched her remove her shirt revealing the tiny string bikini top she wore. The brown fabric, what little there was of it, was just a few shades darker than her complexion. It had strings that tied around her torso and ones that tied around her neck, the two small triangles covered just enough of her breasts to make it legal elsewhere. She saw me looking and remarked, as if in explanation, that it was the only swimsuit she had.

"It looks great on you," I replied, pulling my shirt up over my head and dropping it on the ground.

Next I slipped out of my sneakers and reached for the snap on my shorts. Mom stopped what she was doing and just watched as I lowered the zipper. Staring at her face to see her reaction I placed my thumbs in the waistband and slowly lowered the shorts, revealing to my own mother my semi erect cock. The fact that I was hairless down there must have struck a memory in her.

"Well, I guess like Father like Son," she giggled.

I breathed a sigh of relief now that the ice was broken. I only prayed that I wouldn't sprout a full-blown erection when she finally removed the rest of her clothes. Unfortunately she only removed her shorts before shouting, "Last one in is a rotten egg!"

The bottom part of her suit wasn't a thong, but the way it crept up her butt crack while she ran had me mesmerized long enough for her to reach the water's edge. Running at a full gallop, my cock flopping, I managed to dive into the water a few seconds after mom had gone under. The water was only a few feet deep, and I felt my cock and balls skim the sandy bottom right before I pulled up. Somehow we surfaced at the same time right next to each other.

"Holy shit! It's cold!" mom screeched as soon as she caught her breath.

"I guess I should've warned you about that too," I chuckled.

She spun toward me and with a snarl took a small jump and landed with her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. The momentum knocked me off my feet and we both went back under. When we surfaced she was about a foot away from me, and to my utter delight her top had somehow gotten twisted. She stood there unaware that I had an unobstructed view of her tear-drop shaped tits. It didn't take long for her to figure out why I was being so quiet. Glancing down she saw her tits hanging out, then she looked up at me and shrugged.

"I guess I might as well just take this off," she remarked while reaching behind her back and tugging on the strings that held her top on.

Before I could stop myself I said, "They're beautiful."

I was really shocked when instead of telling me how inappropriate my comment was, she smiled, stepped up in front of me and wrapped her top around my neck.

"A little souvenir," she whispered, then started walking back to the shore.

I caught up with her at the water's edge, reached out and took her hand. No one watching would ever believe the couple walking hand in hand were mother and son. And I was soon thankful for that. Just as we reached our spot I heard a man's gruff voice behind me.

"Alan?"

Turning to face the guy, I smiled broadly and stuck out my hand.

"Hey, Mike. Hello, Crystal," I offered, shaking his hand and the hand of the statuesque woman next to him.

Mike Thomas is a stocky, barrel-chested man with thick white hair in his early sixties. His wife, Crystal, was also in her sixties, but looked like she was in her late forties. While Mike was getting soft around the middle, Crystal on the other hand still remained firm in all the right places. Especially in the boobs department. I had never seen a woman her age that had such large, firm breasts as hers. I thought the small smile on Crystal's face was an indication she knew what I was thinking. But when she nodded her head toward my chest and said nice necklace, I realized it was because of mom's top around my neck. I smiled back and said thanks just as Mike began speaking.

"It's good to see you again, Alan," Mike started before glancing at mom and continuing, "And who is this vision of loveliness?"

Briefly caught off-guard by his question I stammered an apology before answering.

"Mike, Crystal, this is Grace. Grace, this is Mike and Crystal Donohue. They're the owners of this place."

Mom nervously said to them, "Nice to meet you both."

We traded conversation for a bit before they told us to enjoy ourselves and slipped away to a spot not more than forty feet from us. It wasn't until then that I noticed their large beach towels spread on the ground, a cooler next to them. I watched as they stretched out on the towels and lay motionless in the sun. When I finally looked over at mom she was busy wringing the water out of her long, thick ponytail, her movements causing her tits to sway and jiggle. I felt my cock twitch so I sat down hoping mom wouldn't notice the slight thickening.

"They seem like nice people," mom remarked, still trying to get more water out of her hair.

My cock thickened a little more when I noticed how hard her nipples were. They looked like they could cut glass. Slowly I pulled her bikini top from around my neck and hap-hazardly draped it over my lap. It wasn't much cover, but it would do for now.

"Yeah, they're real sweethearts," I managed to say when she stopped moving.

Sitting down she studied the crowd for a few minutes before turning her gaze toward me. She didn't say anything, she just let her eyes drink me in. For some reason I found it highly arousing to have her eyes roaming over my naked body. I blatantly returned her stare, my eyes traveling slowly over her exposed flesh.

With a smile on her face she asked, "Getting your eyes full?"

Returning her smile I replied, "I would be if you'd take off those bottoms."

"Oh honey, I don't know, I don't think I'd fit in with the other women out here," she said, her eyes leaving me as she scanned the other sun worshipers.

Puzzled, I asked, "Why not?"

Her face blushed as she spoke, "I'm sure you've noticed that all the women here are shaved. I, on the other hand, am not. I'd feel completely out of place."

With a chuckle I told her, "Don't let that bother you, Mom. I, on the other hand, happen to like the all-natural look on a woman."

Her eyes bore into mine as she stood. I sat and watched as she hooked her thumbs into her waistband and slowly lowered her bottoms. It was like she was teasing me with how slow she was pulling them down. First came the sight of some wispy hairs at the top of her suit, then as she lowered them even more of her full bush came into view. I let out a soft groan as finally the bottoms were falling down her legs and landing in a heap at her ankles. There before my bulging eyes was the loveliest sight I'd ever seen. Her bush was jet black, not overly thick. I could see her clitoral hood through the hair. It looked rather large and swollen. The gap between the top of her thighs was wide enough for me to see her labia just peeking out past her outer folds. My mouth grew dry as I placed my hands behind me for support and leaned back, unaware that my cock had risen to full mast. I swear I drooled a little bit too.

"Well, I can't picture you as your Father anymore," she whispered, her eyes locked onto my crotch.

Tearing my eyes from her heavenly form, I glanced down and saw what she saw. My cock was a throbbing mass of rigid flesh, easily six and a half inches long and quite thick. I was definitely bigger than the pictures of Dad's dick in the photo album. Mom continued to stare as I willed my cock to grow even bigger. Oddly I found myself wanting her to look at my cock, it was quite titillating. Staring into her eyes I used one hand to prop myself up, then reached around with the other and pulled mom's swim top off my cock. There was no denying the soft moan that came from her throat.

"Those pictures in the album don't do you justice Mom." I croaked out.

That must have snapped her out of whatever trance she was in. With a blush on her face she sat down, reached into the cooler next to her and pulled out a bottle of wine. As soon as she had the top off she took a long draw directly from the bottle. She glanced at me, took another long drink, then sat the bottle down.

"I think we need to set some rules here. First off, I think it's fine if we look at each other. I mean it's kind of unavoidable. But we have to remember that we are mother and son, so any inappropriate thoughts that either of us has cannot be anything other than wishful thinking. Secondly, thanks for the compliment," mom said, nodding toward my erection.

"Are you having wishful thoughts, Mom?" I couldn't help but ask.

She took another pull from the bottle before saying with a laugh, "No comment!"

"Well, on that note, I think I'll go take care of this," I said as I stood, my hand giving my cock a quick stroke.

I left mom sitting there, the bottle of wine once more making it to her mouth as I headed toward the water, my rampant rod bobbing and swaying all the way. Instantly the cold water had a dramatic effect on my cock. It shrank down to normal, freeing up some blood for my brain. I stood chest deep wondering what was wrong with me. I'd always had a great relationship with my parents, but truth be told, I was closer to mom than dad. I think that's normal between mothers and sons. But the thoughts running amok in my head at this moment were definitely not normal. I found myself thinking of her as a sexually attractive woman for the first time in my life. At least I told myself it was the first time. I'm sure I hadn't harbored any thoughts of this nature in the past. Or had I? Diving under the water helped clear my head. I was feeling almost normal, mind wise, by the time I made my way back to our spot.

"Feel better?" mom asked without looking up while applying sunscreen to her arms and legs.

"Much better. I see you found the sunscreen," I replied as I stood a couple of feet away letting the water drip from my body.

"I did, and yes it was colder than that lake. I also found the plastic cups," she said, stopping long enough to point out the red cup sitting next to her hip.

I had packed everything into the ice chest so we wouldn't have too much to carry in our hands. I went over and took a soda from the cooler then sat down next to her.

"Could you do my back when you're finished?" I asked.

"Only if you do mine first," she replied, holding out the bottle of sunscreen to me.

When I took it she remained sitting but scooted around until her back was to me. My hands shook like a nervous school boy on his first date as I applied a liberal coating to her back. Slowly I worked it in, garnering several soft moans from her, especially when my hands went all the way down to the top of her butt. By the time I finished I could feel a fresh stirring in my crotch. To hide my growing chubby I laid down on my stomach and told her it was my turn. My chubby didn't go away, instead it grew even harder when I felt her hands gliding smoothly over my skin. When she reached my ass and continued to apply the lotion I was powerless to stop the deep moans of pleasure coming from my mouth.

With a quick slap on my ass, she said, "All done."

"What about my front?" I teased.

With a hearty laugh she replied, "I think you can do your front all by yourself."

"Aww," I pouted.

"Oh boo hoo. Now change sides with me, you have all the sun," she said, rising to her knees.

It was true. The angle of the umbrella was just enough to cover her side in shade while leaving the side I was on open to the sun. I started to turn over to get up, but she told me that she'd crawl over me and then I could slide to the other side. Just to see what kind of reaction I would get I waited until she had one leg over me then suddenly flipped over onto my back. That's when things took a turn for the unexpected. As I flipped over she lost her balance and came crashing down on me in a sitting position, her crotch landing right on top of mine. Instantly my cock twitched violently at the feel of her pussy lips resting upon my shaft. To steady herself she placed her hands on my chest, while I reached down to help by grabbing her hips. I think we were both equally stunned by the skin-on-skin contact.

"Alan?" she softly uttered, her wide eyes staring into mine.

"Sorry Mom, my bad," I offered in explanation.

As I stared up into her astonished eyes I couldn't stop myself from thinking how easy it would be to just use her hips to slide her pussy up and down my thick shaft which was sandwiched between her outer lips. Her surprisingly damp outer lips. Before I could act on that evil thought she threw herself the rest of the way over and landed on my right side. I slide over into the shade and sat up.

"Hand me my hat and towel," mom said.

I gathered them up and passed them to her. I watched as she rolled her towel up and lay back down using it for a pillow. Once she was comfortable she place her large hat over her face, not once looking in my direction. I on the other hand couldn't take my eyes off her. She lay there unmoving, her chest gently rising and falling with each breath she took. The movement of her chest drew my eyes and I marveled at how hard her nipples were. The nubs proudly on display, her dark areolas tightly crinkled. My cock twitched again forcing me to look away. Taking a long pull on my soda I stared off into space, my eyes barely registering the people around us.

It took a while, but my dick finally softened. Using her example I rolled my towel up and settled down, the soft cool breeze blowing across my body helping me to relax. I must have dozed off, because the next thing I knew mom was shaking my shoulder.

"Wake up sleepy head. It's lunch time," she was saying.

I opened my eyes and saw her sitting next to me with her legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. She smiled down at me and then took another bite of one of the two ham sandwiches I'd packed. When I sat up, thankfully my cock under control, she held out the other one for me. I wasn't really hungry, but knowing her, I ate it anyway. No need in having her tell me I needed to eat. When I was done I took both our wrappers and stuck them in the cooler, pulling out another soda before closing it.

As I was lifting the can to my lips mom placed her hand gently on my thigh and softly asked, "Honey, why did you really bring me out here? I'm sure it wasn't to see me naked; you've already seen that in all those pictures."

"It's not the same as seeing you in person," I answered.

"Somehow I still don't believe that's why you brought me here. Please tell me Alan." The look on her face told me she really wanted to know.

"Okay, truthfully," I began, covering her hand on my thigh with mine, "It made me sad when you said that you and Dad never got the chance to come to a place like this. I figured since he's not with us anymore then I could give you that experience. Be his surrogate so to speak. I'm sure it isn't as adventurous as when you and he did things together, but I hope you like it anyway."

Her eyes grew misty.

"Oh honey, that's so sweet of you," she cried.

Squeezing her hand I said, "I just want you to be as happy as you can be. I don't want another day to go by where you're not living life to the fullest."

I heard a small sob as she got up on her knees. I thought I'd said the wrong thing, but when she straddled my thighs and wrapped her arms around my shoulders pulling me in for a crushing hug I sighed a breath of relief. Wrapping my arms around her waist I pulled her into me until her tits were mashed against my chest, her pubic mound just brushing against my cock. Thankfully I knew this wasn't something sexual. This was her releasing herself from the grip of fear she'd had since going to the doctor's office. Slowly I rocked us back and forth until her quiet sobs ebbed. She finally released her arms from around my neck and leaned back so she could look into my eyes.

"Alan, I don't know how much time I have left, but I can't think of anyone I'd rather spend it with than you. I love you so much."

Pulling my hands from around her I cupped her face and used my thumbs to dry the tears from her cheeks. That brought a smile to her trembling lips.

"I love you with all my heart Mom, and I want you to know that I'll always be here for you," I told her.