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Derek's eyes shot open. He'd been so wrapped up in his incestuous thoughts he'd forgotten his swimsuit had fallen off during their mishap.

"Oh god…" Miranda muttered as she began whipping her head back and forth for any sign of their clothing, "I don't see them anywhere. Check underwater!"

Derek was getting worried. He ducked his head underwater and began looking around for anything. It was clear enough that he could see a good distance but there was nothing around. His stomach sank. His mother may have been fine walking around naked but he wasn't interested, especially when he couldn't keep his erection down. He went under multiple times looking with no luck. In his last surface, he came up to Miranda standing over him with her hands on her hips.

"Well? Anything?" She asked in desperation.

Derek wiped the water from his eyes and looked up to see his mother's vulva right at his eye level. It was the first time he could see the whole thing clearly. It was perfect. Tight outer lips hid the interior mostly, a slight opening sharing her pink secrets with her son. Smooth as silk. Derek was silent, a dumb look slapped on his face. Miranda didn't care anymore, she was just worried about their missing clothes.

"Derek!" She barked as she snapped her fingers at him, "Did you find them or not?"

"N-no…" he responded, reluctantly averting his eyes.

Miranda sighed and turned around looking out at the water for any floating objects. They were gone. She rubbed her forehead as she contemplated her next move. She was fine being nude, but Derek certainly couldn't walk around in his condition.

"Ok hun, I'm going to go get your towel. I'll bring it out to you so you can cover that thing up ok?" Miranda said while turning and walking by him. She patted him on the back as she passed and continued, "Try to relax a bit. It would be easier to hide If it wasn't so big."

'What?' Derek thought to himself, 'did she just compliment the size of my dick?' He knew he was reading too much into it but couldn't help himself given the situation he was in. His attempts at stifling his erection were proving futile as he awaited his mother's return.

Miranda hustled to shore. She felt more vulnerable than before, having lost the safety net of her swimsuit. It was about time they headed back to the room to cool off and unpack anyway. She worked her way up to their encampment and was shocked to find only one towel where there were previously two. She looked around a bit to see if it had blown away from the wind but found no signs.

"What the hell is happening?" she sighed.

"Excuse me, miss…" called a man's voice, catching Miranda's attention.

She looked up to see a man in the doorway of the tent behind their site.

"One of your towels got blown away. I tried to grab it but it was too late. Darn thing took off. I put down some rocks for you to make sure the other one didn't do the same," the man explained with a friendly smile.

Miranda looked down to see a rock in each corner weighing down her towel.

"Oh my, thank you so much," she replied, "It wasn't windy at all when we set them down so I didn't even think of it."

Derek was concentrating on getting his erection to go away so he didn't notice the meeting taking place until midway through. When he saw his mother conversing with the creep from the tent his jaw dropped. He moved in closer for a better view, as close as he could while still keeping himself hidden underwater. They were smiling and laughing, Derek's mind melted. She was casually talking, while naked, to some guy who had just masturbated to her a short while ago.

And then she turned. Miranda grabbed the towel from the sand and walked towards Derek in the water. He hadn't made any progress in shrinking his cock as his mother approached with the towel. Miranda looked down on her son and could clearly see his blurred cock jutting out from his body.

"Ok hun, cover yourself up if you're embarrassed," Miranda said while holding out the towel for him.

"Thanks, mom," Derek responded with shame.

He arose from the water up to knee-height, his dick nearly impaling Miranda's stomach again. He wrapped the towel around himself and tucked his erection into the waistband. The tip of his head was still visible, the slit smiling at anyone that were to look. Miranda watched intently as he stowed his equipment, curious now at how many times he's walked by her before using this same method.

"All set? Let's get out of the water then," Miranda instructed. She grabbed her son's hand and led him out of the water and into the squishy sand, "I'm about done with this for today. I think I've gotten all the attention I can handle."

Derek simply nodded his head in agreement.

"Come on, I want you to meet someone," she said still pulling him along.

'Meet someone?' Derek thought to himself, 'Who could she possibly - no... no, she can't... she can't mean -'

"This is Robert," Miranda said with a smile, presenting her arm forward.

In front of Derek, the man in the tent unzipped the door and let it fall to the side. Out stepped a nude middle-aged man with a furry chest and thin frame. He stepped forward with his hand raised and a wide smile on his face, "Nice to meet you!"

Derek felt a bit ill but didn't want to make a scene so he shook Robert's hand and replied, "Yea, you too."

Miranda felt the strange tension in the air but shook it off and continued, "Robert's been kind enough to invite us to hide out in his tent while we figure out how to get new clothes."

Derek grimaced at the prospect and retorted as politely as he could, "Can't we just go back to the hotel?"

"We only have the one towel hun, and I'm so hot from being in the sun, I really need a break," Miranda replied with a sigh. She leaned in close to him and whispered, "Just try not to look, ok?"

She did look burnt out, and Derek sympathized. It was what was best for her so he complied, "Ok then."

"Great,"  Robert said gleefully while stepping to the side and holding the flap open wide, "Well come on in!"

Robert's cheerfulness irked Derek but had the opposite effect on Miranda. She loved her gracious host saving her from the heat and exhaustion as well as the endless onlookers. They made their way inside and Robert zipped the doorway closed behind them. The tent was small and sparse, a couple of chairs, a duffle bag, and a cooler. Robert bent over at the cooler and flipped it open, showing his ass to his guests. Derek cringed and looked away while Miranda chuckled.

"Do you guys want a drink? I have beer and soda," Robert offered as he rummaged around.

"Aww, I would love a beer right now, " Miranda sighed looking at her son, "Make it two."

"Alrighty," Robert confirmed as he straightened up and turned to hand them each a can, "please, make yourself at home."

They each took their drink and a seat: Miranda squatting down with her knees closed next to Robert, Derek on the opposite wall. Robert raised his drink and Derek and Miranda followed suit.

"Cheers to new friends," Robert exclaimed.

"Cheers," the two repeated, cracking the cans and taking a sip.

"So, how exactly did you two lose your swimsuits?" Robert inquired.

Miranda began explaining the story to him while Derek kept a close eye on Robert. He knew this guy wanted to fuck his mother, but he wasn't going to let that happen. Not that pervert. Miranda was joyful and jovial, happily chatting away about her first experience at a nude beach to a stranger.

"Wow, it must have been crazy having all those people stare at you," Robert stated as his tone changed, "But I can't say I'm surprised. A beautiful woman like you doesn't come by every day."

Miranda's heart skipped a beat at the compliment. It had been a very long time since she'd been flirted with and she found herself enjoying it quite a bit. She allowed her knees to open up slightly as she lounged back in her chair.

"That's so sweet," she smiled, "I'm sure the women here can't help but look when you walk by either."

Derek cringed at the exchange. That was the last thing he wanted to see at that point. He wanted to tell his mother what Robert had done, but she looked so happy he couldn't do that to her. So he kept quiet, sipping on his beer.

Robert laughed heartily at Miranda's come back, "Well I do ok. I've got to be honest with you though, it's tough for a guy on a nude beach with women like you walking around naked."

"Oh really," questioned Miranda, "why's that?"

"Well, no matter how long it's been since puberty there are just some things a guy can't control when he sees something so… enticing," Robert growled as he leaned closer to Miranda in his seat, spreading his legs wider. His dick was long and soft, sprawled out of the chair. "It's easy for a woman to hide if she's interested, but for a guy? Things can get… hard," he added.

"Oh my…" Miranda blushed. Her body felt hot again, but not from the sun. She looked around nervously and saw her son, she'd almost forgotten he was there. She didn't know how to proceed at that point so she cracked a joke, "Ohh, my son knows all about that don't you, hun?"

Derek choked on his beer, "Mom!" He curled up tightly in embarrassment.

"Oh don't be embarrassed. It's perfectly natural, especially for a guy your age," Miranda replied.

"That's right, just means you're a healthy guy, full of vigor," added Robert.

Derek felt attacked. He'd been so in sync with his mother while they were in the water. He felt a connection to her that he'd never felt before. An immoral desire. Now it felt as though she'd abandoned him for Robert. Was it all in his head? Did she not feel the same thing he felt when she was in his arms?

She did, but Miranda pressed her feelings down and distracted herself with Robert. She was merely using him to escape a situation where she might make life-altering choices.

Derek was still hard. His mother seemed to open her legs wider every minute, and the two of them talking about his erection kept him excited. Meanwhile, Robert was starting to gain traction. His cock was no longer laid out in front of him, but propped up straight from the base of his groin to the tip on the chair.

Instead of covering up like a decent person, Robert slid down in his seat and hunched his back, raising the head to dangle out in front of him. Miranda certainly noticed as she let her eyes wander. She was leaned on her elbow nearest Robert as they chatted, inching her legs apart almost unconsciously.

"In your experience, what's the best way for a guy to get control of himself in such a situation?" Miranda asked straightforwardly, "y'know, to avoid embarrassment? I saw a lot of guys that didn't have that problem."

"Well there's probably a reason for that," Robert responded casually, "most guys saw you for what, two or three minutes max? Meanwhile, Derek has been with you the whole time right? Of course, he'd have a stronger reaction."

Derek wanted to crawl into a hole somewhere and hide. He felt like a child being discussed by his mother and a doctor.

"Uh, uhmm… You know he's my son right? I'm sure it's not because of me." Miranda replied a bit nervously.

"Oh, I know. But the thing about guys is, it doesn't matter, "Robert began to explain, "A nice pair of perky breasts, a tight stomach..." his eyes traced his words on Miranda's body, "a firm butt, long slender legs, and of course, a woman's most precious spot."

Miranda's breathing labored as Robert dissected her figure. The temperature was rising in her body; her breathing got heavier as he began turning her on. Actively now, she slid her feet outwards from each other, opening up herself for his viewership. Her tight lips were in plain view for both Robert and her son, who was sitting silently watching her reveal herself. He was ignoring their words at that point, entranced by his mother's body once again.

"A dick doesn't care…" Robert continued in a low tone as he placed a hand on Miranda's closest knee. His sudden vulgarity perked up Miranda's ears, and his skin contact shot static into her. "A dick sees something it wants and it reacts." Robert was proving his point dramatically. His erection was slowly rising to the occasion, growing stronger with every passing second.

The movement caught Derek's eye and he shifted his gaze from one crotch to the other. His mouth went dry as he watched Robert's dick reach its peak and flop back against his stomach with an audible smack. Miranda stared as well as it continued to inch upwards and increase in girth. Both of them watched as Robert allowed himself to attain his full potential as he continued his speech.

"Friend, lover, stranger… mother," He pressed on, sliding his hand gently up her thigh, making her reel back into her chair from her leaning position. She was breathing heavily, her body reacting to the touch she's been repressed of all those years. It was an incredible feeling for her and only left her wanting more. She glanced over at Derek, his eyes were glazed over watching them. Her mind was moving a mile a minute; an internal struggle brewed between her primal desires and her motherly instincts.

Derek was in shock. He wanted to say something, anything, but he couldn't find any words. He should have had feelings of anger, disgust, embarrassment. But he couldn't articulate any of it because the only thing he felt at that point, was jealousy.

"It doesn't make a difference for most, but for some..." Robert's words pulled her focus as he pulled his hand up to the crease of her thigh and groin. Her thighs were trembling and her eyes darting between Robert and Derek. Robert leaned in close to her ear and whispered in a heavy, seductive voice, "it makes it much, much better…"

With that Robert slid his hand down and pressed a finger against Miranda's closed lips. Her head jerked back and her body tightened as she gasped. Robert's finger pierced her lips to find the wetness that had been accumulating there. Miranda grabbed his wrist lightly in a faint attempt to protest but was overwhelmed by the pleasure flowing into her as he began rubbing her up and down.

Derek's jaw dropped and cock throbbed as he watched Robert enter his mother's sweet slit. Miranda moaned lightly as she spread her legs wider allowing him access. She brought her head back down and locked eyes with her son. Her face shriveled to embarrassment and she attempted to close her legs, but Robert pressed against her hole and slid his middle finger inside her, causing her to moan loudly and push back against the chair. As she squealed Robert slid his other arm over her shoulders and grabbed onto the side of her neck. He pulled himself in close and kissed her neck as he began fingering her gently.

Derek was frozen. He knew he should leave, but couldn't make himself move. The erotic theater of his mother getting fingered was overwhelmingly stimulating. Every moan she made was a siren song calling out to him, every glance that connected a steamy affair. Derek would have given up anything to trade places with Robert at that moment.

Miranda was torn between pushing Robert away and escalating with him. She flip-flopped between hesitantly resisting his grasp, and giving in to his stimulation; eyes circling round from her son, Robert, and Robert's throbbing erection. She didn't have the strength to pull herself out from the situation, or perhaps it was the desire she lacked. She knew it was wrong but she was loving it too much; her repressed sexuality finally being reignited in an explosive way.

Derek was in her mind continuously. She knew what was happening wasn't right but she couldn't stop, her body wouldn't listen. It was almost as if she wanted him to see her like that, the feelings she felt during their time in the water together rushing back into her. She thought Derek would do something to put an end to their inappropriate behavior, but what he actually did caught her by surprise.

Derek couldn't take the aching anymore. He reached down and released the tension of the towel, letting it slip off to join the others in their nudity. Robert and Miranda took notice, both locking their eyes on his penis. Derek couldn't bare the teasing anymore and gripped his hand around his shaft to hold it upright. Miranda's eyes were saucers as she watched her son squeeze the erection that she created. She again felt the intense, lustful feelings that made her body stir. Deep feelings that she hadn't felt since her husband.

"Your mother is incredibly sexy, isn't she Derek?" Robert asked as he gently stroked Miranda's labia.

Derek couldn't speak. He simply nodded his head as he sat with cock in hand, unmoving. Robert could feel the intense tension rise between the two as they stared at one another in silence. Robert removed his finger from Miranda's and took her hand in his, guiding it over to his own lap. He took her soft fingers and gently wrapped them around his shaft. Miranda glanced over for only a second while Robert manipulated her digits onto his manhood, she couldn't tear herself away from her son.

Derek struggled to breathe as he watched her hand wrap around the cock and squeeze. He squeezed himself to match her movements, trying to put himself in Robert's position. Robert smiled and slowly moved Miranda's wrist up and down, gently stroking him. Derek emulated the movements on himself, matching the pace of her strokes on his own dick. Robert released his grip and let Miranda continue stroking him on her own.

Miranda and Derek focused on each other as everything else melted away. They blocked out Robert completely, using him merely as an intermediary. They were dipping their feet into taboos vicariously through their sexual medium. Each one's heart raced and breathing fluttered as mother and son danced on the line between right and wrong.

Robert knew his place, he kept quiet watching the two of them locked in lust. He saw desire in both their eyes like he'd never seen before. They wanted each other, that was obvious. But neither of them was willing or able to make the move. They were scared and embarrassed, apprehensive about altering their lives in such a drastic way. It was understandable, but Robert had never borne witness to such an intense attraction before and was thrusting for more. He knew what he had to do.

Robert reached up and removed Miranda's hand from his cock, startling the couple. He arose from his chair and pulled her along with him. As Miranda stood her legs shook and she nearly collapsed. Derek ceased his masturbating and watched as Robert slowly led her by the hand over to rest in front of him. Miranda's chest was heaving and her lips trembling as Robert put his hands on her shoulders and gently coaxed her down to her knees in front of Derek. Robert removed himself to his chair leaving her; as a horse led to water, it was up to her at that point.

Derek removed his hand and let his erection slap back against his stomach. He opened his mouth to speak but the words wouldn't come out. Miranda bit her bottom lip and looked up at him through her furrowed brow. She sheepishly raised her hands and rested them on Derek's thighs. Her touch was electrifying and made him wince and flex his cock at her. Derek's heart was pounding out of his chest as Miranda slid her right hand up to the crease of his groin. She peered up and locked eyes with her son. For a moment they connected with each other, sharing their consent to cross the forbidden line.

Miranda slid her hand over and picked up Derek's shaft. She let out a sharp gasp as she felt his solid, squishy flesh under her fingers. The gasp turned to a smile as she exhaled and gripped just under his bulbous head. Derek groaned as she squeezed his manhood and began stroking. Though they were similar enough, his cock felt infinitely better in Miranda's hand than Robert's. It was the eroticism of the familial touch that made it feel so good for both of them.

Miranda scooted in closer and leaned over Derek's crotch while she continued, bumping his head against her breasts. She leaned her head as far as she could and bit her lower lip seductively. Derek took the hint and lifted his back from the chair. He reached up and brushed Miranda's hair over her right ear to hold her head and look deeply into her eyes.

He leaned in close, hesitating for a moment as their noses touched, and pressed his lips against hers. Miranda received his lips with enthusiasm and vigor, releasing his cock to dance with her breasts and grab his torso to pull herself into it. The two shared their saliva in a sensual kiss, keeping their eyes open to watch one another as if needing to confirm that it was truly happening.

Miranda reeled back with a gleeful smile and put both her hands to work on his dick. Derek leaned back and groaned, savoring the taste of his mother's lips as he watched her. She kept eye contact as she bowed her head down and kissed the tip of his head.

"It's been a very long time since I last did this," Miranda said softly as she playfully hid her face behind his erection, "I hope it feels good…"

She rose up and took the head of his cock into her warm mouth. Derek inhaled sharply as she brought her lips down to the ring below his head and gently suckled. She kept her eyes on him, watching for his reaction, as she began bobbing up and down. She sucked down hard as she took as much of his cock in her mouth as she could with each dive.

"It-it feels incredible, mom…" Derek replied, reaching his hand up to run it through her hair. 

If he was completely honest, the blowjob wasn't great. She was clearly out of practice, but the taboo of the incestuous act supplemented enough mental pleasure to make up for the physicality ten-fold and elevated her to the status of blowjob-god in his eyes.

Miranda popped Derek's dick out of her mouth, slid her tongue down its length to his balls and began licking them as she resumed stroking. The salty taste of his sweat mixed with the saltwater didn't phase her as she pleasured her son. She was giving it her all, using techniques she could remember from way back along with what she'd watched in porn over the years.

"Mom… wait," Derek whimpered as gently pulled her by the hair back up to him. Her bottom lip dripped with saliva and her face was flushed, she looked adorable. Derek pressed his lips to hers once again. Their tongues danced in each other's mouths as Derek's hands began exploring Miranda's body. He squeezed her breasts and lightly pulled on her nipples making her groan. As Miranda went to keep stroking him Derek caught her hand and stopped her.

He slid his head to the side and whispered in her ear, "it's my turn," before kissing her on the cheek.

Derek leaned forward and grabbed her ass with both hands. Miranda followed his lead and wrapped her arms around his neck as he used his strength to stand up, pulling her up with him. He turned slowly and squatted down, gently lowering her butt onto his chair to rest. He took his place in their reversed positions between her knees and felt his mouth begin to water as Miranda blushed in her vulnerable state. He was face to face with her forbidden area once more.

There was an intoxicating aroma drawing him to her crotch. He wasted no time in wrapping his arms around her thighs and kissing up the insides. Once he reached the lips of her labia he stopped. He peered up at her, the same way she did to him, and pressed his lips against hers. The mixture of sweet and salty tingled his taste buds as his tongue re-entered his mother for the first time since his birth. Miranda threw her head back and squealed as Derek lapped at her labia.

She grabbed him by the head and pulled his face against her slit aggressively. She raised her legs up and rested them on his shoulders as he increased the ferocity of his tongue, flicking her clit as he pulled her skin taught to keep it exposed. Derek's chin dripped as devoured his mother's pussy with an intensity he'd never felt before while giving oral. Miranda's body continually flinched beyond her control as pleasure flowed through her.

Derek slid out from under her legs and up her body to shove his tongue inside her mouth. Miranda received him in and drank her juices as she sucked on his tongue. Derek pulled her up once again and she wrapped her legs around him as they shared saliva. He turned around and saw a towel laid out on the floor from the corner of his eye. It was Miranda's towel that went missing from the beach. Derek glanced at Robert, who gave him a wink as he stroked himself. He dropped to his knees and gently laid his mother out on the spread.

Derek marveled at the sight before him. His mother's perfect body dripped with sweat as she looked up at him with anticipation and her chest heaved. Derek moved in close and allowed his erection to slide up over her slick vulva and press against her labia. Miranda gasped sharply as he came into contact and gripped his forearms as he leaned over her. He began lubricating his shaft by sliding it through her lips. Miranda looked down to see his head rising and falling at her crotch, translucent liquid beading up at the slit.

Miranda twisted her forearms and laid her hands out with palms up. Derek caught her cue and interlocked his fingers with hers and leaned in to kiss her once more. Derek shifted his hips downward letting the head of his cock drag along his mother's labia for the first time. They broke from their kiss and shared a common sigh. The moment neither of the two knew they wanted was at hand. Miranda braced herself as the tip pressed up against her hole. Derek held his breath as he slid his hips forward and pierced her lips, re-entering the forbidden passage from once he emerged.

Miranda arched her back and jerked her head back to moan out. Derek's lubricated shaft slid in without resistance, filing her in a way that her collection of toys could never. A feeling of ecstasy pulsed through her as he pulled back and thrust into her again. Miranda wrapped her legs around him as he began slowly repeating his motions. The pair locked eyes, fully embracing their new connection. Two beings as one, a mother and son.

After a few moments, Derek pulled out of her quickly, afraid of finishing too early. Being inside his mother was almost too much for him to bear; if he hadn't orgasmed earlier that day he would have surely cum by then. He cupped her left breast and dropped his face to slip her nipple into his mouth. He grabbed her right breast as well and began tweaking her nipple as he sucked on the other. Miranda reached down and began fingering herself, unwilling to go without pleasure on her pussy for even a moment. Derek flicked and poked her erect duct with his tongue. Her breasts, which had first caught his attention and sparked his lust for her, were in the palms of his hands.

"Oh, baby…." Miranda sighed softly as she ran her hand through his hair. She removed her finger from her pussy and waved her hand around searching for his cock, eager to get it back inside of her. "Put it back inside me," she added,  "I need it…"

Derek obliged and reached down to grip his slimy shaft while he adjusted his hips forward. He rubbed his head against her lips before reinserting himself and pulling away from her chest. He towered above her and looked down upon her beauty as he gently made love to her. Her breasts swayed up and down with his motions like waves on the beach. She reached her hands up and ran them over his abs, looking up at him with an intensity in her eyes Derek had never seen before.

"Fuck me!" Miranda cried out to Derek's surprise. She had had her sensual, romantic moment, she was ready to get ravaged.

Derek wasted no time, gripping under her knees firmly and forcing his dick as deep as it could go. Miranda winced from the jolt but quickly reverted to a glaring smile as she propped herself up on her elbows to watch herself get penetrated. Derek resumed his thrusting with increased force and speed. Miranda's moans increased in volume and frequency as well as Derek pounded against her dripping hole. Miranda reached out, grabbed her son's waist, and countered his movement with her own, increasing the power of his thrusts.

"Harder hun," Miranda begged as she wiped beads of sweat from her brow looking up at Derek, "fuck me harder!"

"Fuck, mom," Derek groaned as he increased the force of his thrusts, jolting her back to the ground.

Hearing him call her 'mom' as he fucked her sent Miranda into overdrive. She arched her back and grabbed her breasts, giving her son complete control of her. Grunts and groans filled the tent. Miranda couldn't keep quiet, not that she wanted to, squealing and moaning over heavy breathing.

Derek was tensing every muscle he could, trying to keep himself from finishing. Who knew if he'd ever get the opportunity again, he wanted to make it last as long as possible. That was incredibly difficult being his bombshell mother that his cock was inside. Derek could feel the pressure building inside him with every pump. He released her legs and held onto her hips.

Once again Derek began pulling out, attempting to prolong their incestuous intercourse, but Miranda wouldn't allow it. SheTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.