Son Waxes Mum

She recalls the teasing webcam exchange with Julian, on he and Cole discussing their wives' feminine floral secrets.

Julia wonders what was going on in her son's mop of head when he plucked Antônia from the bouquet.

***

Two thousand miles away. Cole's cellphone vibrates. A motherly chime tone.

A message, "In town? Lunch sometime?"

"Marrakesh. Blue Ginger, Fri, high noon?"

"Lovely!"

***

Chapter 3: Vacation

Arrival.

Julia scans the airport terminal concourse. There he is. They hurl themselves at each other, meld and kiss. She enjoys the bakery warmth of his bear embrace.

***

The cottage is set at the head of a valley. The valley slopes down toward the sea. Wooded slopes surround the valley.

The building has wonderful architectural bones. The cottage comes with a decent-sized garden, and a small swimming pool. They can use the pool if they feel too idle to walk the half mile down to the beach. The resort calls it a cottage, but in fact it is quite a substantial house, more like a villa, with some outbuildings, all built in the traditional local rustic style. It is peaceful, quiet and private.

There is still two hours before sunset. They decide to check out the beach. Julia puts on the two-piece thong bikini.

"Honey", she beckons in her most husky . She pirouettes.

Julian is visibly surprised and pleased.

The artist's mission is to choose which aspects of reality to include in a work, and which to leave out. Reality itself is infinite. It can never be wholly represented in art.

And the artist is accorded genuine admiration and success when her version of reality seems to bring out valuable features of it.

Julia is the artist. Julia is art. The artist and her art are one, as a singer-songwriter-composer. A vision of loveliness.

His eyes drift southerly. The thong covers her cleft, and no more. Her mound is pristine. The texture of tender, pliant, newborn flesh. At the fount of life, she is a baby all over again.

Waxed. But, by whom? He is about to ask, then bites his lip. The question can wait. He wants to relish the delicious mystery for as long as he can. A sage said the power of anticipation is three times that of the eventual actual experience. He will milk it for its worth.

He feels a tingle. As does Julia. They can't wait to hit the beach.

The beach is deserted, except for a sprinkling of couples nestled in the far corners and dunes.

They make their way to a far dune. Just when they have settled down on their towels, they hear alternating male and female breaths emanating from beyond the bushes, in the next dune. A piercing wail. And then quiet.

A male voice floating over, "Sorry about that! We didn't know you were settling in."

Julian apologetically, "Oh, we're the ones who should apologise. We're newbies here, unsure of the protocols."

"Are you OK if we pop over to say hello?"

Julian gazes at Julia. She closes her legs, then nods timidly.

"Oh yes, please do! We can learn something about the beach protocols from you."

***

Julian and Julia blink, then promptly suppress their surprise. The couple is nude.

The couple appears totally at ease with being naked before Julian and Julia. Reciprocating, Julian and Julia try to act naturally as if the couple is in swimsuits.

The lady introduces herself as Emily, or Em for short. The man, Elliot, or Ell. They are originally from the UK, but have resided here for a long time.

Julian says that they are first-time tourists here.

Em says that this is an unofficial clothing optional beach. At least, this is the implicit understanding of the few people who live around here, who know about and frequent this beach. There is no clothing optional sign. It is better that way because a sign will attract interlopers, weirdos and assorted muck. But, there is no pressure on anyone to go nude.

Julian looks questioningly at Julia. She can see the burning desire in Julian's eyes. He so wants to immerse in the local biodiversity. Julian can sense the mounting conflict in Julia's eyes.

Julia considers just taking off her top only. She gazes surreptitiously down to her crotch. Because of her body movements from when she first put on the thong bottom, the gusset has slipped into her cleft without her awareness. She is as good as bottomless, save for a symbolic run of string. Her feminine bit is neat and pristine, her cleft starting low on her mound, presenting a surreal angelic aura. Nothing much on show there, in contrast to the lurid floral designs on many mature women.

Finally, she rationalises that she will be in the buff only here in the dunes with Em and Ell. She will put on her swimsuit again when she ventures out of the cosy confines of the dunes.

Her moral burden so rationalised, Julia nods at Julian. Julian flashes her an approving smile. Julian is surprised at his demure wife's decisiveness in arriving at their unity of purpose. Well, we learn something new everyday, don't we? There is a nagging realisation in his subconscious though that once this inner genie is released, it can never be rebottled again.

Julia is even more surprised at herself. Is she revealing a Julia that has been hidden away for far too long? Since the beginning of her menopause, she has felt a need or desire for new forms of stimulation. Over time, she has given herself the time, opportunity and permission to enjoy herself alone. Now, she is raising the bar to a more radical level.

And so, Julian and Julia make a decision. They had wanted this at the back of their minds, but were unsure earlier about the status of this beach. Now, they know better. Oh well, when in Rome... And Ell and Em appear to be nice folks, the kind of people whom you would like to get native with. And the whole anonymity context of the situation and place helps.

Julian and Julia make a move of losing their textile.

Em says, "Oh! Sorry, if we gave you the wrong impression. You don't have to. You've the right to be in whatever clothing you choose on this public beach."

Julian replies instinctively, "We were unsure of the clothing status of this beach. Thanks for your info. Now that we know better, it is cool. We do want to indulge in some local immersion anyway, so why not start on day one!"

Julian and Julia turn away from the couple in an instinctive show of socially conditioned modesty. They peel off their swimsuits perfunctorily. For a moment, Julia feels conscious of her modest top. But, when she turns around and there is no visible reaction from Ell and Em, particularly Ell who looks at her admiringly, her anxiety fades away. Perversely, Julia feels nothing about her now naked bottom. By rights, she should be more conscious of her revealed womanhood than her top. But, unconsciously, she keeps her thighs together.

All four endeavour to make light of their nudity. Light banter is an effective social lubricant.

Em looks like she is in her late fifties. Ell appears youthful, maybe early thirties. A May-December pair? They appear comfortable with their age gap.

Em is the chirpy one. Ell appears comfortable to let Em lead the social twitter charge. But, he is by no means shy.

Julia turning to Ell, "Does this beach attract more people on weekends?"

Ell observes, "Not that many more than weekdays, do you agree, mum?" And then bites his lip.

Sensing the discomfort arising from this accidental revelation, Em feels obliged to explain that Ell and she are mum and son. The nudity bit is left unsaid. The looming elephant in the room.

Em discerns the rising unease in Julian and Julia.

Em adds "Don't worry, we've been together awhile. Since Ell and I were both widowed, coincidentally within a year, two years ago. We've have given each other comfort, but, we can use a little new conversation. Stay with us awhile if you're not in a hurry."

Julia glances at Julian. Together? Comfort? Two years is quite awhile to grieve?


Em and Ell have a large blanket spread out. They sit at one end of it leaving ample room for Julian and Julia. Julian and Julia sit down.

Julian is silently amused. E&E in the blue corner, J&J in the red! All set for tag team play?

Julian and Julia are sitting at their feet facing them. Em is sitting cross-legged. Ell has his legs bent up so that his chin rests on his knees.

Although E&E are nudists, they are not very tan. Em has small breasts with dark brown nipples, short brown hair and dark eyes. She is pretty in a plain sort of way. She has a thin waist. Her vulva looks like it is very bushy, but her crossed legs conceal it in a coquettish manner.

Ell is lean and lanky. He has a little longish black hair, swept way back behind his ears like he has just trekked down a Nepalese mountain. The demise of his spouse appears to have taken a toll on him. His arms are wrapped around his knees, his legs drawn close together. 

Julian sits with his legs outstretched and leans back languidly on his arms. His penis flaccid.

Julia sits with her right leg outstretched. Her left leg is tucked under her buttocks. This posture accentuates her pouty mound, exposing just a hint top of her hairless cleft.

Idle banter.

They chat about the beach, the weather, the people that Ell and Em have met on this beach, and the country at large. As nudged along by Em, the conversation soon drifts into topics with oblique hints of sexual themes. Like how Ell helps her in perfecting her nude yoga postures. Julia and Julian feel somewhat awkward about the direction that the conversation is taking, considering that they are talking to a mum-son pair.

Ell straightens his legs out and lies back against the dune slope. He spreads his legs apart. Julia and Julian cannot help but stare for a moment. His penis has to be nine plus inches long. Julian is long, and Ell is longer. It hangs down over his testicles, the end resting on the sand. He casually reaches down, picks it up, shakes off the bits of sand, and lays it on his abdomen. It is uncircumcised. It reaches all the way to his belly button. 

Em looks at Julian. She smiles. Julian knows that Em has seen his reaction. With that, Em also straightens her legs and spreads them. Em watches Julian as his gaze moves to her. Em rocks her leg back and forth as Julian unabashedly stares at her crotch. Em has a big swatch of black curly hair at the top of her vulva. But, her lips are cleanly shaven. As she moves her leg, Julian watches her lips opening and closing.

Julian moves his legs and stretches out, shifting his weight on his arms.

Em continues the conversation with Julian and Julia. Ell is mostly silent.

Em reaches over and lightly rubs her son's stomach. She then moves her hand down onto her son's penis. Her hand is on top of his penis. She rolls it around against his stomach.

Em picks up the big hunk of son meat. She wraps her fingers around the base. Her fingers fit completely around it, so it is not as thick it looks. She holds it up and waves it around. Her other hand begins rubbing her vagina. Em now begins talking about how she enjoys watching a man's penis gets hard.

Julian's penis is practically bursting from this frisson.

Ell's penis however remains semi-rigid. In fact, the way it flops back and forth as his mum plays with it, it appears almost soft. Curiously soft in a big way, in the way that bigness seems to suggest firmness. She puts both hands around his penis and works it up and down. On the down stroke, his foreskin pulls back to reveal a flush pink head which she kisses and licks.

Looking fixatedly at Julian even as she is working her son, Em says that she always enjoys meeting a man with a hard penis. Julian takes this to mean that her son never gets hard. But, Ell is only in his, what, early thirties? Maybe the grieving is eating him up. This helps to assuage Julian's feelings of regret that he doesn't have a bigger manhood.

Julia is highly aroused by all the action she has witnessed. A small rivulet of warm, slippery and viscous arousal seeps down to run from her vagina to moisten her thigh. Part of her wants to scoot over to Ell. She feels confident that her new fingers can awaken his slumbering serpent. She wonders what it will feel like. But, she holds back. What is she thinking? Julian, her husband, is right here beside her.

The frisson is too high to bear. Julian sits languidly. Julia sits in front of him, pauses, as if giving him notice of her next move. Julia reclines on Julian as if he is a chaise lounge chair. They make some fine body adjustments, and then Julia melts onto Julian, their contours meshed in a cosy unity.

Ell and Em do the same, facing Julian and Julia obliquely. An almost mirror image of heavenly body constellations. They banter for awhile on no particular subject.

Julian's right hand caresses then fondles Julia's breasts. His fingers tweak her hardening nipples. Julia writhes. Julian's shaft is lined up along the length of Julia's slit. Julia tightens her thighs to press Julian's penis length against her slit.

Ell and Em are aroused by what they see. Emboldened by Julian's actions, Ell plays with his mum's breasts.

Ell is in the eye of a sensual perfect storm. Voyeur visual stimulation from observing Julian and Julia. The physical ministration of his own mum's breasts. The fleshy grind of his shaft against his mum's mound. The tingle of the taboo. The exhibitionist opportunity afforded by the situation. This sensual confluence moves Ell to harden. Em flashes a Cheshire feline smile as if expressing a rare hard-won joy. They make some body readjustments. It appears like this is a pointed opportunity that they will want to make best use of. Ell slips into Em. It appears like this is the first time in a long while that Ell has engaged his mum this assertively.

Still in connection and in conjunction with each other, Em raises herself slowly, with Ell moving gingerly in harmony and in unison, the mum-son pair reconfigure seamlessly into a classic doggy position. Once in place, Ell pounds his mum mercilessly with primal abandon. A slow-starter has raged into a runaway train. How very transporting for Em, the passenger of the ride.

Julian and Julia watch open-mouthed at this wanton sexual spectacle. Ell has a long penis. Now agonisingly erect, it is even more formidable. Em is not a big woman. Her love capacity is maxed out. Ell manages only three quarters way in.

Julia wonders mutedly whether she can handle Ell all the way. Although a hypothetical question, a curious charge of fear mingled with yearning and excitement courses through her loins. For a brief moment, Julia imagines she is Em, and Ell is her son Cole. Ell widowed like Cole, getting comfort from mum. Julia shakes her head to clear the haze.

Julian and Julia are emboldened by Ell's and Em's brazen primal doggy display. Julia is wound up in a high state. She is on edge, aching to be penetrated.

Julia disentangles from Julian. She pushes Julian flat on his back. His penis is ramrod skyward. Julia lowers herself on Julian's shaft, gingerly at first, and then sitting down on it, facing him, in cowgirl stance. Oooh! That searing impaling moment. Julian is kneading her breasts with intensity. Julia bounces on him like a woman possessed. Julian is aroused to pulp. In a stupor. He loses focus on her breasts as he drifts and loses himself. His hands drop from her breasts.

Julia increases the intensity and speed of her movements as she feels a sensation welling in her loins. As she cums, she simultaneously feels spurts of warmth flooding her insides. Julia folds and collapses onto Julian in a tangled body heap.

Julia cries, "That was sooo intense, son!"

And then immediately bites her tongue. It bled. Oh my god! Oh my god! Why did she utter that? Did Julian hear that? What will he think? Did Ell and Em hear that? What must they be thinking?

A look of surprise washes over Ell and Em. They too bite their tongues to suppress themselves. Julian and Julia don't look mum and son. Julian is too old for that. What's going on? In their earlier chat, they did say they have a son. What must Julian be thinking? Or, is this their routine roleplay?

There is a sense of awkwardness between the two couples. An alternating confused electricity. In the heat of the moment, they have exposed way too much of their interiors.

Ell and Em say that it is time for them to go. They say that they come to this beach often, and if Julian and Julia see them again, be sure not to be strangers.

Ell and Em pack up and walk away. Then Em turns back on her own as if she has left behind something.

"I want to thank you both for inspiring Ell to give him that lift. He needed that jolt. And I needed Ell."

Julian was about to say "anytime", but stopped himself. They didn't know what to say, so they just smiled sheepishly.

***

Julian and Julia stay awhile, silent and confused, yet enjoying their alone time nudity, secure in the knowledge that no one is likely to come to this beach at this late time of the day.

Julia squeezes Julian's penis lovingly. Her voice is low, as if she is speaking from a distance. But, she is next to him. "I want to explain..."

Julian decides to take charge, "There is nothing to explain."

Julia's heart sinks.

Julian continues, "Alot has happened in the short time since we landed here. Firstly, our rapid induction into nudism. Then, sharing our nudity with others. And then, the dissonance arising from Ell and Em's intimacy. A heady brew of nudism, the taboo, sex, voyeurism and exhibitionism in short order. Naturally, we will confuse who-is-who at the height of our stupor, as our lovemaking face off a taboo pair, as we mimic and pace each other's gyrations."

Julia says nothing. She knows better. But, what a sweet husband she has. He is trying to erase her guilt and moral burden. She squeezes his penis again with love.

She asks more shyly than she needs to, "What do you make of Em and Ell?"

"The double widowing was a cruel conspiracy of double whammy on life. They had to find comfort where they could at a tender time..."

Using her index finger, she measures the length of an imaginary object in the air, "What do you make of Ell?"

"Despite his formidable machinery, which I wouldn't mind installed on my goodself, I sense that he seems to have lost a bit of his confidence, his mojo. Perhaps something happened during those bottomless dark days. I speculate that Em has been trying to help her son rebuild that, likely without much success, until today."

"So, we were sexual fuel?"

"We were both fuel, and the fueled. A circularity of exhibitionism and voyeurism feeding on itself."

He added, "What do you think of the incest bit?"

Julia lowering her eyes, "Fascinated repulsion..."

"Why repulsion? You didn't appear offended by their antics?"

"Hmmm... socially conditioned, if not hardwired, societal norms. I didn't appear outwardly offended is about right. That's fascinated repulsion."

"Ell got me thinking about Cole..."

Raising his eyebrows, "Oh?"

Smacking his semi-erect penis in mock annoyance, "It's not what you're thinking!"

She continues, "It's two years now. I often wonder how Cole is coping with the loss of Antônia."

"He doesn't let on much in our boys talk. I guess it's the macho thingy. Suppress any show of vulnerability. With the stale aroma of cigarettes, whiskey, chips, unwashed armpits and bad plumbing all assaulting our senses in the pub, it's not the sort of place to talk about such things."

Julia looks at Julian for the longest time as if reading behind his eyes. She gulps. She says nothing.

Holding the gaze, "You're the mum. You can better connect with him. Perhaps you can give him the comfort he needs for him to move on..."

Julia looks away instinctively. From the far corner of her eye, she spies a tiny granule of arousal leaking from Julian. A small evidence of human desire. It reforms and lines his tiny slit.