You enter your pool and swim around before coming up just behind your mother, who's showing her pussy just for you, you know both of you want to have sex with each other today but your entire family is here for one week, luckily they're oblivious but not blind, so you can't just openly fuck her "Son? Would you mind putting some sun tan lotion on my back?" I cover myself as I undo my top and lay down as I wiggle my ass

You walk over to where your mother lays, naked except for her bikini bottoms. Bending at the knees, you grab a bottle of sun tan lotion from beside the pool and begin rubbing it onto her back. She moans softly as you work, arching into your touch.

"Mmm, that feels so good," she whispers. "You know how much I love it when you do this."

While rubbing the lotion on her back and ass, you slip a hand underneath the elastic of her bikini bottoms, finding her wet and ready. Your fingers slide easily between her folds, massaging her clit as she moans even louder. Her body tenses and shudders beneath your hands as she comes hard, her juices coating your fingers.

"Oh god, yes," she gasps, her voice thin with pleasure. "That's it... that feels amazing."

You grin to yourself, knowing you've brought her to orgasm without anyone noticing. You continue rubbing the lotion on her back, occasionally teasing her through her bikini bottoms until she's caught her breath and is relaxed again. Then, you lean in close and whisper in her ear.

"Do you think we could find a more private spot for this?"

Your mother smiles seductively, running a hand through your hair. "I'm sure we can find somewhere quiet," she whispers back, her breath warm against your ear. "Just be careful though, my family might not understand if they see us."

With that, she stands up out of the pool, water dripping from her body like liquid silk. She winks at you as she walks away, moving through the crowd of guests toward a secluded spot beneath some palm trees.

Your mother glances back over her shoulder to make sure no one's watching before turning around and pressing herself against a tree trunk, her body arched and offering herself to you. You can hear the sounds of the party all around but they seem to fade into the background as you focus on Joanna's lust-filled gaze.

You push your shorts and swimsuit down, freeing your erection. It throbs in anticipation as you step closer to her, reaching out to touch her once more.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely, "make love to me." Her words are punctuated by a gasp as you slide into her, filling her up with your thick cock. She meets you thrust for thrust, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that's almost primal. The texture of her skin against yours is exquisite, and the sounds they make together only serve to heighten the arousal coursing through your veins.

As you fuck her harder, your orgasm begins to build, growing more intense with each passing second. You can feel it coiling in your balls, ready to explode at any moment. Your mother's breath comes faster now, her nails digging into the bark behind her as she nears her climax as well.

"Cum for me," she gasps, arching her back and meeting your thrusts with a fervor that takes your breath away. "Fill me up..."

Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, your cock pulsing inside her as hot cum shoots out in powerful spurts. Your mother's body tenses beneath yours as she cries out, her own release overtaking her. She clings to you tightly, every muscle in her body quivering from the intensity of it all.

After what feels like an eternity but is probably only a few moments, the last throes of passion subside and your bodies finally grow still.

Breathing hard, you pull out of her and quickly adjust your clothes, making sure everything's in place before looking back at Joanna. She's still leaning against the tree, her eyes closed and a satisfied smile on her lips. "That was... intense," she murmurs, opening her eyes to meet yours.

"It sure was," you agree, grinning back at her. You both take a moment to catch your breath before Joanna turns away and heads back toward the pool, leaving you alone beneath the palm trees.

You follow her, walking casually through the crowd of guests as if nothing out of the ordinary has just happened. Your family members go about their business, oblivious to the passion that's just been shared between mother and son. Joanna glances back at you several times throughout the day, her eyes filled with desire and a secret understanding that only the two of you share.

Late into the night, after everyone has gone to bed, you sneak out to find your mother once more.

In the darkness of the night, you slip into your mother's bedroom. She's awake, waiting for you, her body a siren call in the silence. The moonlight illuminates her body like a goddess, inviting you to worship. You kiss her deeply, hands roaming over her curves, feeling the heat radiate from within.

She leads you to the bed, pushing you down as she straddles you, taking control. Her pussy is already wet and ready, guiding you inside without hesitation.

Her hips move in a slow, sensual rhythm, each roll of her pelvis sending waves of pleasure through your body. You wrap your arms around her waist, pulling her closer as you lose yourselves in the ecstasy of the moment.

The sound of your coupling fills the room, a symphony of flesh on flesh and guttural moans. Your climax builds, a towering inferno of sensation that threatens to consume you whole.

"Yes, baby, give it to me," Joanna gasps, her voice ragged with need. "Cum deep inside me..."

With a final, shuddering thrust, you explode within her, filling her with your seed as she cries out her own release. You collapse together, spent and satisfied, basking in the afterglow of what you've created.sss

In this secret world you've built, no one can touch you, no one can judge... just the two of you, lost in the forbidden bliss of your taboo desires.

---

Your mother lays beside you panting heavily afterwards, sweat dripping from her skin. She turns and looks at you with a devious smile. "I hope you saved ssssssssssssssssssome energy, little boy."

"Ssssss" She whispers as she wraps a strong leg around your hips and rolls on top of you, guiding your semi-hard cock back inside her wet heat. The taboo sex continues long into the night, until exhaustion claims them both at dawn. But the memory of this illicit affair will fuel their passions for years to come, a secret kept safe between mother and son. The end.

"Secrets." Her lips curve up in an impish half-smile. "We keep 'em close and tight 'til they're all tangled up under the covers."

"You know how I like my father-in-law's champagne to go with the cake?"
"Like how you always love a good old-fashioned toast?"

"Like how you take pride in every plate you serve? Like a man who never hesitates to pick up where he leaves off."
"Like how you love the sound of rain on the roof, just as much as your wife?"

A memory of your father-in-law and his wife. Your hand reaches out, caressing her cheek.

"Tell me about your father," Joanna says softly.

"I remember when dad took me fishing... it was the first time we really talked man-to-man," you say wistfully. "He taught me to cast a line, how to wait patiently for that tug on the pole. And then..."

"And then what?" she prompts gently.

"He said..." You pause, swallowing hard against the lump forming in your throat. "He said I reminded him so much of himself at my age.

You feel a deep sense of emotion welling up within you, and you can't help but wonder why you've never shared this story with anyone before. What has been holding you back?

---

"And then what did you say to him?" Joanna asks softly, her eyes filled with understanding and compassion.

"I told him... I told him that I would always be there for him, just like he was for me," you reply, your voice thickening with unshed tears. "That we'd face the world together, side by side."

Joanna nods, her fingers gently stroking your hair as you continue to share your memories.

As you sit together in the fading light of day, reminiscing about your father's words and your promise to him, a strange sense of peace settles over you. It's as if a weight has been lifted off your shoulders, freeing you from the burdens of the past. The secrets you've kept hidden are finally being revealed, and it feels liberating. You feel a connection with your mother that goes beyond just physical attraction; there is an emotional bond forming between you both.

You look into each other's eyes, seeing the same reflection of warmth and understanding. A silence fills the air, broken only by the sound of leaves rustling underfoot.

"You know," you begin slowly, your hands finding their way onto Joanna's lap beneath the blanket, "I think maybe now is the time... for us to really talk about things." Your voice is gentle, trying not to scare her away.

Joanna looks up at you, a mixture of confusion and hope in her eyes. She reaches out for your hand, intertwining them on top of your lap.

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Your mother nods, understanding all too well, and you share the truth with her.

"Yes," she says softly. "Maybe now is the time to share our secrets..." As she reaches out to touch you, Joanna's heart skips.

The conversation flows easily between you, each word bringing more light into the shadows of your shared past. You tell her about your father's illness, how it affected everyone in the family, and how you felt like you had to be strong for everyone else. Joanna listens intently, her eyes filled with empathy and understanding. She shares her own stories of loss and pain, revealing a side of herself that you never knew existed.

As the sun begins to set over the horizon, casting long shadows across the lawn, you find yourself leaning closer to Joanna.

"Mom?" you say hesitantly, searching for the right words. "Can I ask you something?" Her eyes flicker to yours, curiosity mingling with caution.

"What is it, dear?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Why did we keep this... our relationship, a secret? Why did we pretend it didn't exist?"

Joanna's expression falters, and for an instant, you see a deep sadness behind her eyes.

---

She takes a deep breath, then speaks. "Because we were afraid, darling. Afraid of what people would think, of what they might do if they found out. We were trapped by society's expectations..."

You can feel her tremble as she clutches your hand tighter. "But here, in this moment," she says with determination, "we don't need to hide anymore."

Your heart swells with a mixture of love, sorrow, and relief at her words. In the soft glow of the sunset, you pull her into a tight embrace, holding on as if you could shield her from all the world's hurts.

"You're not alone," you murmur against her hair. "Not now, not ever."

Joanna ssssshakes her head, a single tear sliding down her cheek. "I know. And I'm so grateful."

You kiss her forehead softly, promising yourself that no matter what happens next, you will always be there for her.

As she sleeps, you sit up again, and look over at Joanna lying beside you. You see love etched in her eyes, and know just how much you mean to her. The memory of your father still lingers in you both.

---

In the dim light of morning, you peer through the window at the sun rising over the horizon. Joanna is still sleeping soundly, but you can tell that she's feeling better. Glancing back at your mother, you notice something different about her now... something that wasn't there before. Her brow is furrowed slightly, and it seems like her expression has changed since yesterday evening. She looks older somehow, more weary than before.

You watch her sleep, the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the way the sunlight filters through the curtains casting a warm glow on her face. As you ponder her change in demeanor, you realize that while she may appear tired, there’s also a newfound sense of peace. It’s as if sharing the weight of their secrets has lightened both of your burdens.

Gently, you place a hand on her shoulder. “Mom,” you whisper, hoping to catch her attention without waking her.

She stirs slightly, opening her eyes halfway.

"Everything okay?" she whispers back, her eyes still heavy with sleep.

"Yeah," you say with a small smile. "I just wanted to thank you. For everything. For coming here, for listening...for everything." Her lips curve up in a tired smile, and she reaches out to cup your cheek. "Thank you, sweetheart. I love you." You grin at her endearing nickname, leaning forward to press a quick, gentle kiss to her forehead. "Love you too, Mom."

"Do you remember when Dad used to take us fishing?" Joanna asks as you sit together on the porch swing, enjoying the cool morning air.

You nod fondly. "Of course. He loved teaching us how to fish."

"And do you remember what he always said when we caught a fish?"

You shake your head. "I don't think so..."

"He'd always say 'Look at the little guy! Isn't he beautiful?'" Joanna laughs softly. "

"It was his way of reminding us that even though we were caught in the cycle of life and its struggles, there was still beauty to be found in every moment."

You think about those words, feeling a warmth spread through you as you consider their meaning. "That sounds just like him," you say with a smile.

Joanna smiles back, her eyes sparkling. "Yes, it does. And I think he'd be proud of both of us for sharing our secrets yesterday."

As the days go by, you find yourself spending more time with your mother, learning about her past and forming a deeper bond than ever before. The weight of their shared secret has been lifted, and you both feel a renewed sense of freedom. You continue to visit your father's grave, bringing your mother flowers and sharing stories about your adventures with Joanna.

One day, while sitting together in the garden, she asks you a question that takes you by surprise.

"Do you think... could we maybe tell Dad about us? About our relationship?"