35 comments/ 187224 views/ 152 favorites By Accident, On Purpose Ch. 01 By: MacSwain612 Being an only child, my parents always doted on me, especially my mother. Dad was always the quintessential "busy businessman", always had a big deal going on somewhere. I never really understood what he did exactly, but whatever it was, it paid well; we lived a very comfortable existence. He was described by his friends as a "rainmaker". Bringing entities together and making things happen. His gift was seeing potential where others did not. He was gone a lot, but when he was around he was completely involved in our lives; Mom's and mine. He was fun, gregarious, had a bit of a naughty streak about causing mild trouble, just for fun. His charm tended to disarm people he pranked, and everyone wound up laughing. I always remembered him being a great Dad. When he was gone, he was gone. He would make a nightly phone call to touch base, but always sounded distracted and distant. A quick, perfunctory conversation, to keep contact, but really his mind always seemed elsewhere; the opposite of when he was at home with us. We lived in a big, stately home on a large farm in Martinsburg, Ohio, about 40 northeast of Columbus. The farm had been in Mom's family since her great-grandfather farmed it. Dad had no interest so it was basically share-cropped by and very nice family that lived on the far end of the property. Mom was sexy and well proportioned, and always doted on Dad, but struck me as a bit lonely, due to his constant travels. She was not shy about wearing sexy swimsuits in the pool, but as my mother, this kind of bothered me when my friends were over for a swim and Mom would join us by the pool. They had been married for 23 years and had deferred their anniversary celebration until they could go on a special trip with friends to the Mexican Riviera. There were to be 4 couples going, which was barely going to make a dent in the accommodations, which apparently had 8 en-suite bedrooms in the place. Mom was beside herself with excitement. She and Dad had traveled a fair amount, especially recently, now that I was grown and off at Ohio State. They had been to the orient, Europe, and a safari in Africa. Hanging out at the beach, with not much to do and no one to bother them was going to be her idea of a vacation. She loved the travel, but the hustle and bustle of European travel, always brought her home exhausted. Not that she wasn't fit. Mom loved her workout regimen. I think Dad did too, as it kept her in fighting shape. Actually it kept her body beautifully toned and shapely. She was only 42, and literally had the body of a 30 year old. In our rural region, few women had that kind of shape, and the leisure time to work on that shape and keep it tan by lying out by the pool. At 5'-8" she was also the tallest of most of her friends. She had a few friends at the local tennis club, who were similarly toned and had the free time to play. For the most part though, her friends were the normal moms of guys I had gone to school with. Boosters for my football and basketball teams. I think she preferred their company to her more snobbish club friends. I always thought Mom was pretty. I had seen her all my life in her swimsuits at pool parties and the like. They were never anything too revealing, but still managed to capture the attention of Dad's friends, and her girlfriend's husbands. Toned fit thighs, tight round bottom, nice tight C-cup breasts. Mom's dark hair had began to take in some grey in high school. She said her family always had this trait. By high school graduation, it the salt and pepper; a somewhat misleading appearance, that at first glance made you think she was older, then up close realize that she was not only far younger, but possessed of a beautiful body! My friends had always given me a hard time about my sexy mother. It was weird. I had gotten into it with a couple of guys at school who had gone too far in describing her sexiness, and their lustful thoughts about her. I never got in fights, except for defending my mother's honor. She thought it was sweet, but very wrong behavior. The summer of my junior year, my parents were going to vacation in Corrales, on the tip of land extending west, into the Pacific from Puerto Vallarta, in Mexico. They were staying at a private villa, that was owned by some billionaire businessman that dad had met in passing. One of their guests was going to be Andy Jenkins and his wife Sue. He had worked on the latest Predator movie and was responsible for finding the villa in the first place. Andy and Dad had met up with this billionaire regarding something business related. I was going to stay home alone, while they were gone. I was dreaming of sleeping late, going out to parties, maybe having a couple parties at the house. Mom was fairly dancing around the house, (at times she really was dancing), packing for the trip, taking short shopping excursions to the malls in Columbus. She had packed and then re-packed a couple of times ahead of their Thursday departure date. I was staying at my apartment in Columbus, near the OSU campus, and was going to have coffee with them on their way to the airport Thursday, then head to the house for my own 2 week vacation. Monday night I got a call from my Dad. "Hey Kev, how you doing?" he asked brightly. "Hey Dad. I'm good, how about you? Looking forward to your trip? You at the house?" "Actually no. I'm still in New York working this deal, with Paymer." He had been there a week and a half already, putting together god-knows-what kind of a deal, (whatever it was that he really did). "I may be shootin' into the airport just in time to meet up with your Mom, Thursday." We chatted a bit and then he told me, "Listen Kev, there's something I want you to do for me." "What do you need?" "I want you to join us in Mexico." I was shocked. "It'll be a surprise for your Mom, so you can't tell her, nor can you fly with us. I want you to be a surprise when she arrives." I was a bit disappointed at missing private time at the house, but intrigued with a trip to Mexico. Laying on the beach and hanging out with the 'rents for a couple of weeks sounded kind of fun. We always had a good time together. "Really? That sounds awesome! Do I need to get a ticket...?" I was already thinking of the logistics. "No. I actually bought one for you and it's at the American counter at the airport. It's for the day before we fly, so you can get there and make sure the place is up to snuff." "So... I'm flyin'... Wednesday?" "Yeah. Wednesday morning. Is that enough time to pack?" "Uhhhh, well sure. How much stuff do I need, to lay around in the sun for a couple weeks?" "Too right, mate." Dad chuckled in his fake Australian accent. He was very good at faking foreign accents. "By the way," Dad continued, "Amy, John Clendening's daughter is going, so..." Whatever he said after that I totally missed, my mind was instantly elsewhere. Amy was the most exquisite creature I had ever laid eyes on. I had met her several times through the years, when they would make an annual visit to see us. The fact that she was going to be with us, with me, for 2 weeks on the beach, made my heart pound. "...so anyway you should dress the part." I had missed something important, dreaming of Amy. "I'm sorry, I missed that. I should,... what? Dress what part?" "Play it up." He said. I was still lost and silent. "John told me that she thinks you're cute and studly. So go buy one of those tiny European Speedos that show her what you got. You know the total banana-hammock thing." He was laughing at his plan to use his son to tease this sexy young girl. "It's just going to be us out there. The beach at the villa is completely private, so... live a little." I had an embarrassing flash of strutting around in my banana-hammock in front of everyone. Maybe I could wear it just around her. Hell after a few days on the beach alone, the group would probably wind up naked anyways. This last thought sprang unbidden into my mind and I suddenly went cold with embarrassment, at the thought of my parents laying around naked on the beach, with their friends around no less. I had the disquieting thought that maybe they had already done such a thing. 'Mom'? I thought to myself, 'Laying around nude with other people?' No way!! Wildly improbable! But,... I thought to myself , not impossible. I mulled over this a bit longer missing more of Dads conversation. "Anyway," he broke in, "I gotta run. Have a good flight and we'll talk to you in Mexico. Remember it's a secret!" I agreed to keep it on the down low and we hung up. I suddenly felt like I had a ton of work to do. Packing, shopping, planning. Thoughts of Amy, on the beach, her exquisite body, showing off for her, flooded my mind. I rode my bike to the mall and was looking for a few things, including, just for grins, a banana-hammock, even as a joke. I was thinking of seeing Amy on the beach as I passed the local swimsuit shop. They had some beautiful tine pieces in the window. Their photos of swimsuit models in the windows gave me the sense of fullness in my pants that warned of impending erection. I glanced past them into the window and noticed a familiar shape in the store. My mother was inside, probably doing the same brand of shopping I was. I chuckled to myself that she was probably NOT in the market for something as ridiculously brief as my hammock idea. I was just about to enter the store and say hello when I thought of the secret. Would she somehow know that I was shopping for the very same trip? How could she possibly? There was no way. As I talked myself out of danger of spilling Dad's beans, I noticed that she was examining the tiniest patches of fabric I could ever imagine. That couldn't actually be a swimsuit, could it? It looked like fabric swatches. There was nothing to it. Two tiny patches that might,... might cover her nipples and one that couldn't possible cover her pubes. The thought of her shaving washed over my addled brain. I physically shook myself aware. 'That is so wrong!!' I thought to myself. I wanted to run away, run from the thought I just had. I was however rooted to the spot by witnessing my mother, gathering a couple of these swatches on hangers and walk to the dressing rooms. "No way!" I said aloud, well within earshot of a woman pushing her stroller. "I'm sorry, what?" she asked me. I turned and noted that she and her baby daughter both had the same questioning look. "Oh, I'm sorry. Nothing." I stammered to her. She looked up at the store sign, then back to me, looking through the window, then gave a look of disgust at what she assumed were my perverted thoughts about watching swimsuit shoppers, and then marched on. I was suddenly struck by the thought of surprising my mother in Mexico, when she was planning on wearing something so brief on the beach. My erection was growing; I headed off for the food court. I needed something cold to drink. The normal swimsuit store had a few Speedos but nothing very interesting. I bought a cool pair of board shorts, resigning myself to wearing something more normal on the beach. I was just about to give up when I noticed a store that was selling mostly women's clothes, but had a small selection of men's things. I wandered in and was greeted by a fey young man whose eyes sparkled when they met mine. With a broad smile of overly white teeth, he asked if he could help me. I felt like his gaze was a bit too interested, but let it go. I figured the hell with it, and told him what I was looking for. His gaze was now definitely a bit too interested, but he told me he had just the thing. The store was almost empty of people, with noisy techno music playing, just a touch too loudly for my taste, as he led me deeper into the store. He stopped at a rack of the same type of fabric swatches on hangers. I laughed out loud. He turned and gave me leering smile as he pulled a black rubber band on a hanger off the rack and held it out to me. It was actually larger then a rubber band, but not by much. "Where are you going where you'd wear this?" he asked me. "Two weeks on the Mexican Riviera." I told him, withholding the bit about being in front of my mother. "Then you should have one in white, for when you get all tan." I asked about sizing, and gave him the opportunity to really check me out, professionally of course; 'Yeah, right!' I thought. He pulled the sizes and told me that I should really try them, as it was tough to get it right by eye. He led me to the changing rooms and I undressed. I could hear him hovering outside as I worked the tiny scrap of fabric up my legs. It had a pouch, not quite big enough for my junk, but it covered enough, I guessed. The room was walled with mirrors which showed every inch on this obscene display, there was almost no covering for my butt, but at least it wasn't just a G-string up my ass. "How's the size?" he asked. "Hard to say." I countered. "Need some help?" 'What the hell' I thought and opened the door. His look said it all. He was ready to eat me up right there. There was a moment where we both acknowledged that I was straight and he was gay, and he was drooling for my cock, but it was not for him. He made do with the leering and turned me around to check the back. "Mmmmmmm." He moaned. "Very nice." His eyes came up to mine, inviting me to let him play with me, if I wanted. My look must have communicated my 'No, thank you' adequately, but not before my cock expanded from the attention. He checked the fit of the waistband, commenting that if that was comfortable, then the rest would work as well. "Unless of course,..." He stated quietly as both of us noted the increasing size and firmness of my cock. "I'm afraid,..." he continued, "... that if you become... aroused,... it may not be enough to contain... your... size." He licked his lips lewdly. I had lost all control over my cock as it continued to grow and thicken. "The fabric stretches,..." he went on, "... but not enough for you I think." We were both standing watching my cock grow. He glanced around to ensure we were alone. "Perhaps you should back up a bit." He whispered. I backed into the stall and he stepped halfway in. "With a cock as big as yours,..." he whispered, not tearing his eyes from it, " you may have trouble holding it in." He extended a finger and hooked it in the waistband, tugging slightly. That was all it took for the head and several inches to spring free of its confines. "Mmmmmm" he moaned. "You may inadvertently expose your..." his voice tapered off, his eyes came up to mine, then he whispered, "Your absolutely gorgeous, big, thick, cock to people." His eyes dropped back down as his fingertips gently teased around the head. "So beautiful." I stood there and let another guy tease my cock. No man had ever touched me before. I had thought about it, hell, who hasn't but this was all new. "Mmmmmm." He moaned again. "Beautiful, big penis." He glanced around the empty store again, then back to my aching cock. "You look so yummy." I said and did nothing to stop him. I was frozen in place. "Oh, you look delicious." He whispered. I felt his hand on my chest as he gently pushed me farther back into the stall and he closed the door. "Absolutely gorgeous, big, thick, cock." He repeated. He quietly knelt down and peeled the suit down and off me. I leaned back completely nude against the mirror. His hands closed gently around the root of my cock, his thumbs were under my balls. "Mmmmm, cum in my mouth." He whispered as his lips closed softly around my shaft. His mouth was liquid and warm around me as he began bobbing deeply on my penis. The two of us were absolutely silent as he sucked my cock. I was surrounded by mirror images of his lips on my shaft, wet and glistening, as he took it completely into his tight throat. My hand went instinctively to the back of his head. His eyes came up to mine smiling as he devoured me. I noticed how big and round his brown eyes were, his narrow elegant nose, his thick full, sexy lips, as my cock slipped tightly in and out. My legs were trembling as I neared orgasm. He was nodding that he wanted it. My mind was a whirl, his lips, Mom's tits in that tiny suit, Amy's gorgeous ass at pool parties past. My head fell back and banged against the mirror as I squirted heavily into his mouth. The first shot caught him by surprise and he coughed just slightly, and made loud gulping noises and he drank me down. I was shaking as I came down. He just held my cockhead in his throat, making swallowing sensations, that were almost, but not quite too much on my sensitive equipment. I looked back down into his smiling eyes. I was surprised at how erect I remained. He was perfectly happy to continue swallowing my cock. We stayed like that a long time. A noise in the store, forced him to withdraw. I hated to let him go. He put his finger to his lips, I remained silent. He cracked the door and peeked out. Satisfied that on one was there he closed the door and smiled at me again. "Perfect cock." He whispered dropping his gaze to my still-hard penis. "Perfect mouth!" I countered in a whisper. "Oh, anytime, baby! Anytime!" he grinned widely licking his lips. "Plus," he added, "...I don't know if you're into it but,..." He quickly opened his pants and fished out an amazing, very large very erect cock. He was bigger than me by an inch or two. "You may have mine anytime as well. I stood there watching him stroke his hard penis, thinking 'What the hell am I doing?' I watched as his hand gently teased up and down the length of his gorgeous meat. He had a very attractive big head and the shaft was as thick as the head. He was completely shaved to the base. He then stood, hands on his hips and gently waved his thick pole at me. "I will suck your sweet cock, anywhere, anytime." He told me. "Your cum is a treat on my tongue; warm and sweet" "Feel mine." He said simply. I reached out immediately and gently cupped his thick shaft. It was warm and very smooth. I stroked the length with the slightest pressure. "Oooh what a loving touch you have. Do I feel good to you?" I nodded. "Yeah? Well if you ever want to learn how to suck a big hard cock, I would love to teach you." He moved a tiny bit closer. "I would love to watch you kneel down and take my big cock in your warm mouth." I was stroking, entranced. "Mmmm watch you taste your first cock. Gently feed you my big, hard penis. Teach you to love sucking it. Gently flood your mouth with your sweet treat. I shoot a ton of sweet warm cum." I had been entranced with the feel of his smooth cock, even the fleeting thought of feeling it in my mouth, but my mind drew its line in the sand about letting him shoot his cum in my mouth. I retreated. "Mmmmm. Well maybe. Someday." He whispered as he backed up a step. I watched as he worked his fat cock back into his pants and closed them. We heard the sounds of 2 women entering the store. "Got to go." He said and quickly, quietly slipped out of the door. I stood there gathering my thoughts, and slowly dressed. I bought the 2 pairs of hammocks and thanked him, he smiled wide and bade me goodbye then went to help the other ladies. 'What a fucking shopping trip!!' I thought to myself sneaking out of the mall so Mom wouldn't see me. I called Mom Tuesday night and wished her Bon Voyage. I made up a story about not being able to see them on Thursday per our plan, but she was fine about it. She sounded a bit odd and I finally got her to admit that Dad's business trip ran over, and that he would have to meet her at the airport. He would fly in and they would immediately fly out together. I felt terrible that I couldn't go out and get her and help her get to her flight, but I would be gone already. Dad had inadvertently made me feel like the bad guy for being such a thoughtless son. I told Mom that I felt bad and thoughtless, though not why. By Accident, On Purpose Ch. 01 She told me not to feel bad about it, that she could handle it, that she wasn't helpless. I told her how much I admired her. Thoughts of her body in that tiny suit she was holding up washed through my brain. I wasn't even sure if she bought it. Mom told me that she would miss me, but that they were planning to have a wonderful anniversary celebration. "So who all is going?" I asked her. She told me it was her and Dad, the Clendenings, the Jenkins and Ken and Micha Northam. She didn't mention Amy. I wondered if that was a surprise as well. "Well," I said, "Have a wonderful trip and don't get too wild in Mexico." Mom giggled a bit. "Well, you never know." She giggled, with a slight naughtiness in her voice. She was sounding like she been drinking wine, while she packed. "A little wildness might be fun. It's a party for me after all." We both laughed and I agreed. She signed off by hoping that I wouldn't be too lonely. "I really don't plan on it." By Wednesday, 9:00 AM I was on the flight to Mexico City, with the connector to Puerto Vallarta. A car and driver was to take me to the villa. I arrived at the villa about 3:30 in the afternoon. As the car wound its way up the very long gravel driveway, we were engulfed in the jungle. I was reminded of the Predator movie that was filmed near here, which made me subconsciously check the trees for aliens. We turned a corner and the villa came into view. It was more stunning than Mom had told me the week before. It jutted out of the jungle as if it grew there. It was stately, yet somehow perfectly designed to appear natural in its surroundings. The circular drive created a plaza around which the house projected away in several directions, back from a center fountain. The Porte Cochère was a stone structure that was overgrown with vines making it appear completely natural. The main entry thrust itself proudly into the plaza. The other facades were strong but not so prominent. I noticed a lovely young woman standing at the top of the steps as we pulled up. She bowed deeply and then began down the stairs. I noticed at once that she was quite severely handicapped in her right leg. Her heavy limp was painful to watch. I got out of the car as she made it to the bottom of the 6 or 8 large stone steps. I was immediately hit with the hot, humid, fragrant scent of the jungle. The air conditioning in the car had been on full blast, making me a bit chilly. Now by contrast, I became immediately sticky and moist. "Buenos dias, señor Mallory. ¿Como esta, usted?" Her voice matching exactly her smoky eyes and lovely brown skin. Her eyes looked proud and strong, plus they were almost black, with huge pupils. She looked almost defiant, for some reason; like someone used to being pitied for her condition, and wouldn't stand for it. "Muy bien, Gracias. ¿Y tu?" I responded, in my high school Spanish. Having responded in this way, she assumed a fluency in Spanish that I did not possess, and proceeded on a long dissertation about... God knows what. I did get that her name was Maribella. Finally the taxi driver stopped her, with what was presumably a statement that I did not speak the language. She gave me a silent look that conveyed how sorry she was, that I was so pitiful. She grabbed my heavy bag from the driver and turned to head back up the steps. "Whoa." I told her, "Wait that's pretty heavy." I extended my hand to take it from her, but she just gave me a sharp look that said, 'What are you thinking?' and continued shuffling up the steps. I paid the driver who roared off back up the drive, leaving us in complete silence. Actually, what I noticed immediately and came to regard as the new 'normal', was the cacophony that was the jungle. There was sound from every direction. Animals, trees in the light breeze, the sound of water running, (from more than the fountain). It would keep me awake that first night. I turned to watch Maribella carry my heavy bag as if it weighed nothing; she was sturdy. Her right leg though, impeded her progress. Her right foot was turned almost completely inward, and she stood on the outside edge of the foot. It looked painful, but aside from making her slow it didn't seem to affect her much. Her right leg was a bit twisted, but as I studied her gait, noticed how exquisite the rest of her body was. She wore a white tank shirt and a pareo tied on her left hip. It dipped to cover her bad leg, but left the other enticingly exposed. Her thighs were very toned and fit. The bare strip of exposed back was tight and the muscles worked with every step. Even her feet, well, her left foot was elegant and tan. Her arms reminded me of the women at my gym who were obsessed with making their arms cut and defined. I suspected that this girl never even heard of a gym. These were natural muscles, defined by actual labor. Maribella's hips worked enticingly as she moved, perhaps exaggerated by her unique walk. Her ass looked like a Valentines card heart. I seesawed between watching her ass move and taking in the house as we walked a very long way to what was to be my room for the rest of the vacation. She pushed open two 10' high doors into my room which opened into an enormous sitting area with desk and couch and a couple of tables with tall backed chairs. The entire west wall was open to the view of the sea. White drapes blew lazily into the room on the warm, humid breeze. I walked to the veranda and looked down, from probably 100' above the ocean, to the private beach laid out to the left and right. The beach was probably not more than half a mile long before the jungle swallowed it on both sides. It was paradise!! I heard Maribella's voice from inside and went back in. She was standing in a smaller parlor area, with its own small balcony overlooking the jungle to the north. The bedroom was to my left which contained the most enormous bed I have ever seen. A full 4 feet off the floor, making a king size look small. There were steps on all sides as it sat in the middle of the room. She had placed my bag on a table for the purpose, and was running a litany of instructions that I didn't understand. I stopped her and went to fetch my computer tablet. I turned it on and started the app that ran my translator. "Forgive me. My Spanish is terrible. This program will translate my words into Spanish for you then it will translate your Spanish to English for me." I said into the machine. At the push of a button, it then babbled out my ramblings in Spanish. Maribella, who had been watching me with a look of total confusion, suddenly brightened when she heard the translation out loud. She smiled and stepped closer. She asked me something I couldn't get, so I stopped her and made a pantomime of pushing the button, waiting for the beep, and then motioned for her to speak. She restated her question into the tablet. "Does this machine make my words your words?" it asked. I nodded and grinned. She smiled, still unsure. "Yes. This machine makes your words my words. And my words into your words." I translated for her. She giggled and covered her mouth with her hand. Her eyes were gorgeous when she smiled. They crinkled up a bit and sparkled beautifully. I must have appeared confused. "Yes, but you speak Spanish with a woman's voice." She translated back. Now I laughed out loud and she joined. She covered her mouth again with her hand when she laughed, but not before I caught a glimpse of her gorgeous mouthful of white teeth. Maribella was a gorgeous girl. She caught me looking at her that way and retreated a bit to her guarded self. She was at once shy and defiant. We used the tablet around the room as she described the place to me, told me that she was the only staff for the next 2 weeks, aside from the delivery boy and any assistance we might need from town. She showed me the bathroom which had a tub large enough for 4 people, Jacuzzi jets, a shower waterfall at the touch of a button. The shower was so large it needed no door, but was possessed of at least a dozen different shower heads and body sprays. Several teak stools sat around if one wished to relax under the spray. The vanity sink was actually in a small private courtyard with a palm frond roof. The bowl was carved from a single piece of lava rock, and fed by a natural spring that arrived via a bamboo pipe. I was more amazed by each appliance she showed me. There was even an outdoor shower of the same spring water, splashing down into a floor, 6 inches deep of loose smooth black river stones. It was on a private path from the beach so you could rinse off before entering the room. We strolled the villa and she described everything for me. We quickly became adept at passing the tablet to enable our conversation. She ended back at my room and told me to relax for a hour until dinner. I would eat on the main veranda, above the pool. "I'll eat? Or we'll eat?" I asked for clarification. "I do not ever eat with the guests." My tablet translated, her look showing how emphatic a rule this was. "I eat in my cottage." An hour and a half later I was seated at the head of a table that could easily handle 20 guests, as I watched a mild surf ebb and flow on the beach below. I had napped, then showered in the outdoor shower, and dressed in my white dress shirt and linen pants. I had some espadrilles from a trip to France that I slipped into. I was feeling very relaxed as I sipped the Xtabentun honey liqueur that Maribella brought to me. I felt like I was melding into the jungle, as I watched the sun slowly set. It was halfway into the sea when Maribella rolled out a cart with my dinner. She lit the huge hurricane lanterns and then uncovered each dish with a flourish, revealing that she was an exquisite cook. A large Dorado was presented grilled, both fillets had perfect char marks and were reassembled in the center of the fish whose head and tail were still in position. It sat on a bed of unusual lettuces and sliced mangoes and papayas in a kind of chutney. Several different sauces were arranged in lava rock bowls around it. Various other fruits and vegetables had been grilled and were arranged as if in the finest restaurant in New York. I had opted for a local beer, which arrived in a large copper bowl, 3 bottles, displayed in ice. A heavy brass covered dish contained a wealth of fresh made tortillas. Rice and plantains with roasted chiles formed a bed for the starters, 4 large oysters, half-shelled and presented with lemons and a special mild sauce. I sipped beer from the bottle, enjoyed each oyster in turn, as she went about arranging a plate of food for me. She limped heavily, but her hands had the efficiency of a professional as she prepared the plate. "Bon Appetit." She said in perfect French and then backed away. I smiled. "Merci bien." I replied, wondering if she really spoke French. She smiled and then turned and head to the house. I watched her go. Her Pareo had been replaced with a full length white apron to the floor, her tank shirt with a Chef's jacket. She reminded me very much of Padma Lakshmi, from that cooking show. I noticed that as soon as she was inside she went behind and glass wall and sat watching me. I could barely see her, and wondered if this was her regular station with guests at the table. Each bite I took was more exquisite than the last. This was going to be an incredible vacation. 'What must this cost?' I wondered. "Shisha?" she asked after I finished and she cleared away. I must have looked completely perplexed. She laughed. "Hookah?" she tried again. Now I got her. I agreed to try it, having never done so. She busied herself making what looked to be an impressive sized bowl of something that I wasn't sure wasn't pot. She packed in the materials and covered it with foil, punched some holes and brought it under my nose for a smell; not what I was expecting. "Apple?" she tried. "Manzana?" It was not what I was expecting. I did smell like apples. Apparently it is simply tobacco, infused with fruit syrup which made for a rather mellow, relaxing smoke. She ushered me to a collection of cushions strewn of the deck by the pool. I felt like I was at the casbah as I relaxed and smoked my Shisha. I was feeling tired and sated as I watched the moon slowly rise from over the jungle behind me. There was the faintest noise of Maribella in the kitchen, above the sounds of the jungle at night. I had finished my beers and was hoping for another. I struggled to stand, laying on the ground as I was, and headed in the direction of the kitchen noise. I stopped short, in the dark, as I noticed Maribella standing in the light of the kitchen. She was completely nude, changing out of her jacket and apron. She was stunningly beautiful, perfect body, tan and shapely, long, straight jet-black hair to her butt. She had had it up all day so I hadn't noticed the length. I stood rooted to the spot, embarrassed to have walked in of her like this, but captivated by her beauty. Suddenly she turned and saw me standing in the pool of light from the open door. I felt so busted. "Si, señor?" she asked as she turned and headed straight for me, limping as she came. She displayed not the slightest self-consciousness about being nude. If I needed something I guess it was her responsibility to help me get it. Now she really reminded me of Lakshmi, who has a major scar on her right arm. Maribella was also gorgeous in the nude, and her minor physical defect made the effect even more charming. "Perdóname, Maribella. ¿Um... mas cerveza?" I asked. Without a hint of shame or shock at being seen nude, she smiled and turned back to the kitchen. She beckoned me inside and showed me the fridge. She handed me a beer, without thinking to cover any part of her exquisite body. She went on in Spanish about something I didn't get. "La tableta?" she finally asked at my blank stare, wondering where my translator was. "Oh. I,... uh..." I mumbled, turning and pointing back toward my room where I left it. She went about getting dressed, completely unfazed about being seen in the nude. I was really taken by the fact that there was no hint of a tan line of any kind on her body. She was an even color all over her. A tiny patch of jet black hair perched above her pussy and her nipples were the color of cocoa. Her tank shirt slipped over her full B-cup, maybe C-cup breasts and she casually tied the pareo around her. Panties were absent. "La tableta?" she asked again. I stumbled about a bit and then hurried to get it. I was not completely erect from this unexpected show, but was well on the way. I grabbed my tablet from the table in my room and as I turned to head back to her, she appeared at my doorway to the veranda. She simply stood and waited. I was confused and then invited her in. It was apparent that she wouldn't dream of entering without invitation. She was carrying my forgotten beer. We sat on my parlor balcony, shoulder to shoulder, dictating into my tablet, and carried on a long conversation about her life. My tablet translated her Spanish imperfectly, but it gave her side of our conversation a charming goofiness with some of the phrasing the computer adopted. I suppose that it must have done the same for me, as she giggled a bit from time to time and corrected my speech. She covered her mouth every time she laughed; I was further charmed. She was born in Jalisco, to a single mother, never knew her dad. As an infant, her grandfather had dropped her from the second floor, destroying her right leg. They were too poor for the doctor, so the local medicine woman gave her herbs to ease the discomfort and heal the damaged limb, but it remained in its crooked position. Her family had no money to fix it even later, so it became her signature. She took a series of menial jobs in Puerto Vallarta, including one is a small restaurant, where she began to fool around with cooking. Her mother's recipes were based on the meager ingredients she could scrounge, but with better supplies and fresh fruits and vegetables, Mom's recipes had became masterpieces. People began to hear about her cooking and the restaurant became quite well known. Maribella was very adept at swimming and she loves to spearfish. She would go to the beach early in the morning and spear enough fish and seafood for the day's meals. She admitted that she had been very hardened by the various men who fell in love with her beautiful body and quickly out of love with her disability. Many were physically turned off by her scars and bony protrusions in her leg. I told her that they didn't bother me a bit. She gave me a mild smile that let me know she didn't believe me. I apologized for catching her nude. She apologized for embarrassing me. I was so taken aback I laughed out loud. "Why would you apologize to me?" I asked chuckling. "For making you feeling uncomfortable, embarrassing you." I shook my head. "Weren't you embarrassed?" I asked her. She gave me a confounded look. "Me? For what to be embarrassed? You're the man that had to take view my leg." "Truly, your leg looks fine to me. But,... you were nude." Again she seemed lost. "Yes. And that made you embarrassed to feel." We were clearly not on the same page. "I was not embarrassed. I find you very beautiful. Your,... body is very beautiful." She simply stared. "I was uncomfortable because I thought you were uncomfortable." "I was not." She stated simply. "I am something like always nude in this place. I love to be nude. I aware that American peoples are very uncomfortable about with this." I smiled wide. "I, myself, am not." I told her. If you are comfortable than I am as well." "So you will go nude also?" she asked, without a hint of coyness. It was a very simple, straightforward question. I considered it a long time. I hadn't given it the slightest thought. The notion of being nude around her was thrilling really, but this was to be a 2 week vacation with my parents and their friends. Nudity was off the table! I told her this and she seemed to understand, but I think reverted to her previous insistence about Americans being uncomfortable with it. "Your parents are not here immediate." My tablet translated for her. 'What the hell does she mean?' I thought to myself. "Do you take the swim?" I must have looked confused. She turned to look toward the pool. "Do you enjoy to be in the swimming pool?" "Well, yeah. I love to swim." Her face brightened. "Vaminos." She said standing. She had an unreadable look. She might as well have said 'let's go sit outside' for the complete lack of guile in her expression. She had just asked me, I think, to go skinny dipping, but without any of the naughty playfulness that usually accompanies such an activity; at least in my experience. I figured 'What the hell' and stood. She did too, struggling a bit. I offered my hand, which she stared at, as if I had questioned her ability to get around on her own; looking offended. She quickly reevaluated my intention and gently took it but did not lean on me at all. "Gracias." She said quietly, begrudgingly, almost as if she didn't want to. I was still a guest in this house, and she was always gracious. I walked slowly, keeping pace with her limp as we walked to the pool, on the lower veranda. Without any hesitation she untied the pareo and stripped off her tank shirt. She gave me a look that said, 'Well, what are you waiting for?' I stripped off my shirt and as I did so, she dove into the pool. She limped in her usual way to the pool's edge, but from there became a mermaid, as she dove, arcing perfectly, gracefully into the water. Her plodding, almost painful looking gait out of the water gave no hint as to her efficient, elegant stroke through the water. She was like a gorgeous fish, in her natural habitat. She came up for air on the far side of the lengthy pool, her long dark hair straight back against her back. She was glorious! By Accident, On Purpose Ch. 01 I had just dropped my pants and stood entranced watching her swim. She turned to find me and gave me a look that said 'well, come on.' I dove as gracefully as I could and swam the length of the pool underwater. I surfaced about 3 feet from her. She moved over and placed her hand gently on my shoulder. ¿Mejor, si?" "Si. Mejor." I answered. We swam for a while, quietly back and forth. Mari was a picture of elegance in the water. I sat on the edge and simply watched her moving fluidly back and forth; gone was the clumsy limping. Her nude body was perfectly lithe and strong. Her hair streaming beautifully. I realized that I was fully erect when she swam up next to me, and took a long look at my penis. I slipped down into the water. "¿Necesitas Ayuda?" she asked, "Do you need help?" Her hand came softly to my aching cock and she grasped it with a firm yet tender grip. Her breasts were just breaking the surface of the water, her nipples hard. "I help." She whispered. She made a move to lift me out of the pool, impossible for her, but then I raised myself to sit on the edge. "Usted es muy duro, y... si grande." She added quietly. I understood duro to mean hard, which was an understatement! "I fix good for you." She whispered as she slipped her beautiful lips over the tip and slid my cock into her mouth. I was so taken aback by this that I didn't speak or move. I just reveled in the sensation of her exquisite blowjob. "I make all good." She whispered, removing her mouth from me for only a moment. I leaned back on my left hand while my right caressed the back of her neck. "She hummed around my cock, at the gentle contact. "Gusta esto?" she asked. "Oh si." I moaned. "Mucho gusto." I moaned to her that I was about to come. Her mouth was so perfect and the unexpected treat had brought me off so quickly. "Quiero." She moaned. "Yo lo quiero. Dámelo." Her fingertips found my balls and her tender touch did it. I began to shoot in her. She simply held me deeply and swallowed. Her humming around my cock was intensifying my orgasm. Finally having given my all, she slowly withdrew. As she looked up into my eyes I leaned down to kiss her. She drew back with a look of mild shock. She wasn't mad, simply confused. She had reverted back into her lower caste of untouchability; almost as if to ask 'how could a man like me want a woman like her'. I did though. I wanted her badly, her body, her sweetness, her innate sexiness. She told me it was time for bed and turned and dove back into the water and swam to the far side in a couple efficient strokes. She swept her glorious nude body out of the pool and immediately became the invalid again. I watched her amazed. Moments before she was sucking me to the most wonderful orgasm, now she was back to the servant. She dried herself and tied the pareo, leaving off the halter. I stood and grabbed a towel nearby and dried myself and wrapped it around me. She headed for my room. I followed behind watching her hips move hypnotically. Her breasts had the sexiest swing and sway as she moved. Once in my room she pulled back the covers and plumped my pillows. I stood watching. She came down from the bed platform and stood for a brief moment watching me. "Well, good night to you, Señor. Hasta en la mañana." I watched as she left the room, turning to face me as she pulled the doors closed. A brief servant's smile and then she was gone. I was completely hard again, reliving her exquisite blowjob and watching her breasts sway as she closed the double doors. Sleep came easily, once I laid down in my huge bed. I awoke early the following day. It was just before sunrise when the sky was still fairly dark. The sun rose behind the mountain against which the jungle huddled, which made the actual sunrises here fairly late in the morning, around 8:30. I got up and strolled nude to my outdoor shower. The natural stream flows constantly, which was quite chilly in the morning, but there was a supplemental system that added hot water to make it more of a typical shower. I added some that morning and stood under the gushing water for a while. Maribella's shuffling brought me out of my reverie about last night's blowjob. The memory had given me an erection; fairly typical for me in the morning. I turned to face her and noticed her bringing me a tray of coffee and breakfast treats. She was topless again. I supposed that she preferred to be this way, once the ice was broken. "Buenos dias, señor. ¿Como estas?" she asked smiling mildly. Café con leche y desayuno." She handed me the coffee cup. "Azúcar?" she asked. I shook my head. "No thanks, I'm sweet enough." I replied smiling. She didn't get it, looking confused. I was a bit surprised when she removed her pareo with a quick flick of her wrist and moved to join me in the shower. She set about gathering a brush and the soap and then, turning me, began to wash my back. I sipped my coffee and she scrubbed gently and slowly. She washed my hair, scratching my scalp so nicely, she knelt on a foam mat and washed my legs, my stomach and then began to wash my cock, with such an delicate stroking motion. Her gorgeous tits bouncing lightly as she worked me. "Guapismo." She murmured, more to herself than to me. "Tu pene,... Your penis is very handsome. I enjoy to touch you." She commented without looking up. "You explode for me?" I did, wildly, all over her. "Si! Oh, si! Muy bien, señor!" Afterwards I helped her to her feet. She gave me a grudging smile of thanks, as if it was slightly insulting, to doubt her ability to stand on her own. She then let me wash her body which brought my erection anew. Touching her body was heaven, her tits were perfect in my hands, her tight, fit tummy, her tight round ass. She halted me at her legs. I shut off the hot water and let the stream continue to flow normally. She dried me but refused to let me dry her. I leaned back and watched, eating my sweetened breakfast rolls. Maribella tied her pareo, took the tray, offered a brief smile and then headed back to the kitchen. I watched her go. I remember thinking that I couldn't wait to fuck her gorgeous pussy. In the shower, her tiny patch of hair was slicked down and her labia were pronounced, more so than last night in the kitchen, or at the pool. This morning they looked aroused and swollen, 2 full lips and her clit pushing out from between them. I longed to lick them and spear her with my cock. I suddenly remembered that Amy, was also coming. I had the potential to be with 2 women this trip. Amy's father, John Clendening, was a business friend of my Dads. He had been to the house several times on his own, during business trips to the area. The whole family had come for short trips almost every summer. She always made me feel like such a dope, around her. Amy was exquisite, 5'-9" perfect athletic body, Sandy blond hair to the middle of her back, almost always in a loose ponytail. Her big, round, impish blue eyes, the color of the sky just after the sun has set, always took my breath when they fell on me. She was attending college in the northeast somewhere. The rest of the morning was spent exploring the villa and taking a walk to the beach. Mom, Dad and the other guests weren't due until 3:30 or so. The path to the beach was long and winding, passing over several bridges and under a couple tree-root tunnels. There were several places where the jungle would part and a view of the beach would appear. As I approached the beach I noticed someone moving on the sand. I was worried that this place wasn't as private as I had previously thought. Stepping out of the trees onto the sand I noticed that it was Maribella on the beach. I was immediately taken by the thought of her hobbling all this way down here, by herself. I was further taken by the fact that she was nude, wet, and working at cleaning a large fish. There was a rock that made a perfect table for the purpose. She hadn't noticed me yet so I was careful not to make noise. Watching her body in the sunlight, made me long to be nude also. My shorts slipped silently to the sand. My fucking cock was already up and at 'em. I didn't walk to her but made my way around her and to the water's edge. I then turned and began walking into her field of vision. My cock was straight out from me. I don't know when she first would have seen me, but after a while I turned and saw her watching me. She waved slightly. I waved back and continued walking with my feet in the water. The waves weren't too large, but it appeared as though the tide could be quite heavy at times. Finally I turned and headed towards her. "Hola." She said not looking up from her work. She had apparently gone swimming and had caught 4 large fish, that were likely to be dinner tonight. She was prepping them with a very practiced hand. I noticed a scratch on her back that was bleeding very slightly. I pointed it out and she merely shrugged at the minor wound. I took a towel from her food prep kit and washed the scratch. She made a sound as if that felt good, to be touched. I asked if that was okay, she told me it was. I continued to wash off the rest of her back and then forgoing the towel began to simply stroke her skin. It was warm and so smooth. The muscles beneath the skin were fit as they moved, she felt so good. I got the impression that it felt good to her too. She continued working, but at a much slower pace as I explored her naked body. I slid my hands to her hips. I caressed her bottom. I reached around to caress her tummy. Finally I reached around and cupped both her breasts. She made no effort to stop me, in fact she was moaning very slightly at the contact. My cock touched her lower back a bit and she simply moved slightly into it. It began to slide around her lower back and bottom. Eventually I was pressed against her hard from behind. I moved a bit and allowed my cock to drop down and rising up, brought it into contract with her pussy. She went a bit rigid. I apologized for the boldness, but she assured me it was fine. I began a very slow movement of my hips, stroking the length over her wet labia. "God, I would love to fuck you." I whispered. She froze and then turned to face me. "You would,..." she began but stopped. I was embarrassed. I apologized. "You would love to,..." She began again, but didn't finish. I was confused. She didn't look mad at all, she looked confused and sad. "You would do this,... with a... a person such as me?" She looked ready to cry. I was really unsure how to proceed now. "I,... would,...?" I said, cautiously posing it as a question. Then asked, "What do you mean 'a person such as you'?" "I am not worthy." She blurted. I stumbled back a step. She looked fierce but not mad. "I don't know,..." I stammered. "I don't know what,... what you mean. What do you mean 'not worthy'?" I finally asked. "I am not,... I have not the,..." she broke into a hurried statement in Spanish that I completely missed. "Basura?" I asked, curious about the one word she had said that I did know. What did the trash have to do with her, or us. We spent half an hour in discussion about her image of herself as broken, unclean, unworthy, without social station of any kind. That she was on a par with the same kind of untouchability that still exists in modern India. She rambled on in Spanish and her broken English about her position in life, the unimaginable kindness of her employer to allow her a place to live and make a life for herself, serving his guests in his villa, cooking, cleaning, taking care when everyone was gone. By the end of it we were both in tears. She had the same confused expression at my interest in her, my apparent care for who she was and how she felt. She genuinely considered herself without any value whatsoever. To be used by anyone that would, whoever wanted to, anyone who even saw her. She thought of herself as invisible in the world of humans. I pulled her into my arms and simply held her. She remained stiff as if refusing to allow herself believe, even for a moment, that my care might be genuine. I could not begin to fathom a life so hard that she would conclude her life valueless. I finally took her face in my hands and held her so that I could kiss her. She struggled against it a bit, as if afraid of being momentarily fooled into believing otherwise. I kissed her. She remained impassive, unresponsive. I kissed her again. She relaxed ever so slightly. Finally she offered a weak smile and turned away, back to her task. I put my arms around her and simply held her. After a long period with my body pressed into hers she began to move slightly against me. I kissed her back and shoulders, cupped her breasts, dipped my cock back into the lovely warm, wet crevice between her legs. She began to work her hips against me slightly; I began to thrust gently over her. She moaned a bit, I moaned loudly. "May I fuck you?" I blurted, shocked at my own boldness. She made a motion to shake her head no, as if automatically, but stopped herself. She simply continued pushing back against me. My hands released her soft breasts and came around to stroke her shoulders. "I want to fuck you." I whispered. No response from her. "I want your gorgeous pussy." I pressed slightly against her shoulders and she dipped forward slightly. "Oh yeah! Let me fuck that beautiful pussy. You sweet, beautiful, sexy girl." She bent a bit more. My hands caressed all over her back and hips. I was thrusting hard against her wet labia now. "Oh!" she gasped. "Oh, señor!" she gasped again, every time the head of my cock passed over the opening to her vagina. I could feel it grab slightly at her opening, slipping past, instead of into her. "Ohhhhh, señor Mallory!" "No. Kevin." I corrected her. "Señor Kevin." She said. "No. Just,... Kevin." "Oh no. I cannot, señor." "I want to fuck you, Maribella. Do you want it too?" "Ay Dios!" She cried out. "Oh si, señor! Fuck me!" "Kevin." I corrected her again. "Señor Kevin." She said. "Fuck me, señor Kevin!" I stopped moving. "Kevin." I told her. "Call me Kevin." "Oh no. I cannot, señor." "You have to. If you want this hard cock, deep in that gorgeous pussy, you will have to call me Kevin." She was moving, pushing back trying to get contact. "You want me to fuck you?" She was nodding the moaning. "Por favor!" she whispered. "Then say it. Say my name." She was shaking her head. "Say my name. Kevin" "S,..." she was about to say Señor Kevin again, but stopped herself. I waited. She was shaking. "Kevin." She whispered in a voice so quiet I almost didn't hear it. "I'm sorry, what?" "Please fuck me,..." I waited a long pause. "...Kevin." "That's it." I cooed to her, "Good girl. I like how that sounds. You call me Kevin from now on. It sounds like sex, coming out of your mouth. Mmmm out of your perfect, exquisite mouth." I returned to stroking my aching cock over her drooling lips. "You want my cock now?" she nodded. "Say it". "Kevin." "Ooohhhhhhhh yes!! That sounds so hot! Say it again!" "Kevin." I applied more pressure to her back and she bent over. I felt her reach up and caress my balls. I took a few more long swipes over her wet lips and then, using no hands, letting my cock do the work, found the opening to her tight vagina and lined right up. "Kevin." She repeated. I moaned out loud and gave a slight push. "Ooohhhhhhhh!! Kevin!" The head slipped tightly into her. "Ohhhhh!! Cuidado! Tu es gigante! You cock is so big in me! Slow, slow! Lentamente!" We held still for a moment. "Kevin." I growled and pushed another tiny bit into her. She was so fucking tight, I was shocked. "Oh! Oh! Slow! Kevin slow! Fucking! You are fucking!!" I thought to myself, 'Not yet, I'm not. But just you wait.' She was panting and trying to accommodate my girth in her tiny vagina. My hands slid down to her sexy little waist and grabbed her hips. "Mmmm Kevin." This had become a secret password for 'Give me a little more.' I pushed a bit more then waited; a tiny bit more then waited again. Finally I withdrew completely. "No, NO!" she cried trying to stand, not wanting me to quit. I kept her bent over, assuring her that I was not stopping, merely going to start all over again. "Yes! Kevin!" she cried out now. I reintroduced my cockhead back into her tight vagina. "Mmmm, Kevin." I felt her physically relax a bit and this allowed a bit more of my cock into her. Her beautiful brown, tan skin, sexy taut muscles, and perfectly shaped bottom made me wild with the desire to be completely in her. I looked down to see her lips tightly around my shaft; it made em look so big in her. I'm pretty big, but not porn size. I looked like John Holmes in her tiny pussy. I withdrew again until her lips were gently kissing the tip of my cock and pushed again. "Kevin." She murmured. I began a slow in and out with the half of my cock that she could take in her. I wondered when the last time was that she had a cock in her. My hands were caressing her perfect backside, tiny waist, round buns as I thrust gently but forcefully. She took a bit more. I took in the overall scene of us, her leaning over the rock and her fishing gear, bent at the waist, as I held her hips and gently filled her with my cock; all alone on this beach, in the sunlight, the waves crashing. She was running a constant hushed monologue in Spanish, that included the work 'Kevin' every 4th or 5th word. I began fucking her in earnest with the half of my cock that would fit, then slowly ease a tiny bit more into her. She was so fucking tight. It felt like anal sex. Finally, I eased the entire length of me into her. I was burning with the need to bury my cock to the hilt. Slowly, carefully I pushed and pushed until it seated into her with a satisfying bond. My cock seemed to find the perfect spot to snap into position deep in her body, as if her insides had a shape that matched that of my cock perfectly. When complete seated it held me tightly and with the precise shape. Maribella orgasmed heavily. She collapsed onto the rock table, arms out above her, her breasts mashed into rock. She was quivering under me. I slowly withdrew halfway and then seated my cock again. She cried out and lurched a bit but remained flopped in place. I did it again; so did she. I suddenly felt a pulsing wetness that flowed out around my balls and ran down my legs. I did it again. She was gasping and panting. I began a slow deep thrusting, withdrawing completely and filling her completely. I was mad with the desire to flood her with my cum. My pace quickened a bit, hammering her sweet little pussy with my aching cock. I had her hips in a death grip as I pounded, her, making her tight bottom shake with each thrust. I was so close. I noticed that her gasping was actually sobbing. She was crying now. Not merely crying from pleasure but from something deeper. I was so close, I chided myself for not stopping, but began to shoot into her. My cum flooded her to overflowing, soaking her thighs and my balls and running down between us. She was sobbing still as I reached down and worked my arms under her and held her body to mine. My body was still thrusting of its own accord, as I held her tightly. I finally came to a standstill, panting hard. Her sobbing had slowed, but she was still racked with tears. I became worried that she was having a deep emotional reaction, that was not driven by passion, but rather terrible memories of her past. I pulled her up until we were standing. My cock slipped from her tightness. Her arms reached behind her for me and failing to get a firm grip she turned in my arms and threw them around me holding on tight. She was choking the breath out of me. Whatever it was she was feeling it was very profound. By Accident, On Purpose Ch. 01 She held on for a long time and then released me, looking a bit embarrassed. She mumbled a few word 'en español' that I didn't get and then began gathering her things. She gave me a brief, wan smile to let me know that she was okay and she headed for the trail back to the house. I watched her go and then went for a brief swim in the ocean. It was not cold like the beaches of my past, but warm and tropical. I gathered my stuff and walked naked to the house, up the long trail, wondering how long it must take Maribella, with her leg. My outdoor shower was waiting at the top of the trail. I took a quick rinse, wrapped a towel and headed for the main veranda. Maribella was standing there in her chef's outfit. Lunch was served. She was a bit business like, but nothing like the night before. She stood closer, touched my shoulder a couple of times, but remained a bit aloof. I ate her exquisite seafood lunch with fresh tortillas, and very spicy salsa, as she made herself scarce. As I was finishing, she reappeared with my tablet in her hand. Gone was the chefs outfit, replaced with a simple wrap around her hip, her breasts beautifully exposed, along with virtually all of her legs, even the one that was bent and broken. "Is okay?" she asked, indicating that she had gotten my tablet without asking first. I nodded that it was fine. She motioned the question as to whether she could sit and join me. I told her to please sit down. She looked a bit uncomfortable, but sat and smiled weakly. Using the tablet to translate, we had a long conversation about her past, about our lovemaking on the beach and her opinions about herself, me, our differing places in the world and finally her thoughts about our sexual intercourse. She reiterated her story to me about being born in Jalisco, her single mother, no father. She repeated how her grandfather had destroyed her leg. She talked about her time in Puerto Vallarta, the small restaurant that, thanks to her cooking, had become quite well known. This is the part of her life where men began to find her interesting. They didn't fall for her some much as wanted to take her, some forcibly. Maribella was raised with the deep-seated belief that she was valueless. While her mother was alive she would farm Maribella out to other families to clean and sew and drag trash out and wood and supplies in. Older men began to note her shape; she developed fairly early. Several of the men in the houses where she worked had begun to pay attention to her developing breasts. Bras were completely unknown to her, as she could afford nothing, subsisting on scraps. Her breasts were constantly being abused by boys and men; even a few females would take liberties with her. She never thought to stop them. Who was she to complain? She existed in a system designed to use her in all ways, but without consent, gratitude or compliment. Her escape was found in the ocean. Swimming was the one thing that she could do just for her and she was good at it. For whatever reason her leg worked just fine in the water. She could escape from all humans and just exist, without care or fear. She admitted that she wasn't fearful about the abuse she suffered. It was just the way things were. She was completely fatalistic about whatever might happen. If someone was too rough someday, (and several had been over the years), it would simply all be over. That thought that she would simply pass onto the next blissful life, a concept her priest had drilled into her from infancy. She had lived with this almost daily routine for most of her young life. Until she met Blake Sherman. He was in the restaurant one night with a bunch of noisy foreigners having dinner. They were boisterous and loud, eating and drinking everything in sight. After dinner they were smoking cigars and remained at their table long after other patrons had given up waiting to be seated and left. Maribella could not understand why Enrique, the owner, would not kick them out. She asked. Enrique explained a bit about who this man was. Blake Sherman was a billionaire businessman who had close ties to both the local and national government. He had his hands in everything. He owned property close by, and through his connections, all local authorities had turned a blind eye to the ongoing development of his house on the coast. Rumors flew about what he was building there, with labor brought in from around the country and around the world. Enrique had pulled her to the kitchen door and pointed to the party at his table. "You see?" he had asked her. "Look who is with him." She looked, but recognized no one. Not that she would, she had no clue about the outside world. Enrique had been furious with her that she did not recognize this man. "Are you telling me that you don't know who Arnold Schwarzenegger is?" he hissed at her, yanking her arm roughly back into the kitchen. She had shaken her head, having no idea. He had cuffed her hard and told her to get back to the stove, calling her an imbecile and a retard. The insult had simply washed over her. Of course she was those things; she knew it and was not surprised or hurt. A short time later, Enrique had reentered the kitchen looking alarmed. "They want you." He told her. She had given him a blank stare. He batted her head. "They want to 'meet the one who cooked such a great meal'." He told her with a sneer. He had tried to avoid it, but the celebrity himself had asked personally. "Don't you say a word! Just smile and then get back in here." He grabbed her arm so hard it hurt and dragged her out into the restaurant. The entire room turned and fell quiet. All eyes had turned to her. She wanted to run, to vanish, to simply melt away. This was the first time in her life anyone, let alone a roomful of strangers had even acknowledged her existence. Enrique's grip tightened painfully as the entire table began to clap. Maribella was confused and terrified. 'What was this'? she thought. Blake waved them over. Enrique didn't move. Maribella felt like a block of ice. Finally Enrique had relented and she was led around the table where this group of over a dozen men smiled and patted her shoulder, made pleasant sounding comments in languages she couldn't understand, and generally seemed happy that she was there. She grew more frightened. She was just as wooden, meeting Arnold as she was meeting anyone else; no clue who he was. She remembered thinking he was like a monster, due to his gigantic size. If he wanted to abuse her body, she thought briefly, surely she would die from it. He seemed so nice though, gripping his cigar in his wide toothy smile. Her hand disappeared into his as he shook it gently. Finally she met Blake. His gaze was even more frightening. He seemed to see into her mind, know her thoughts. His gaze was penetrating. Maribella grew yet more frightened when his eyes quickly flashed across her, taking in the shape of her body. Was she to be abused by all these men at once? She felt like a prize tuna, on display at the fish mongers, where people would poke and prod and fight over the right to own it; to devour it. His smiling face suddenly fell very serious. Her fear increased. He suddenly began to speak to her directly, in perfect Spanish. He wondered what was wrong. Maribella suddenly realized that she was shaking and that tears were streaming down her face, she was so terrified. "Are you okay? Is she okay?" he had asked her, then Enrique, who still had her arm in a death grip. Enrique had made a comment that she was just a stupid poor girl who knew nothing about anything. Blake had been insulted for her. He had demanded an apology. Enrique fought back insisting that she was a worthless street urchin, who only survived on his own kindness, because she was untouchable, an insignificant invalid. "She can't even walk right." He had shrieked at last. The entire restaurant broke into pandemonium. Blake had jumped to his feet and shoved Enrique hard. With his grip still tight on her arm, Maribella was tossed around like a rag doll, ultimately falling hard to the floor. The kitchen staff poured out into the restaurant to try and quell the disturbance. It wasn't a fight so much as sheer bedlam, most not knowing what was going on, voices raised in half a dozen different languages, some angry, others trying to calm the place. Maribella curled up and balled her eyes out. Moments later she felt herself lifted into the air. She looked into Arnold's smiling face, the cigar still clenched tightly, as he carried her effortlessly out of the place. People crashed into him as they moved, but with no effect at all. They may as well have bumped into a wall for all the impact it made. He sat her carefully on the wall outside, patted her shoulder smiling, and went back inside. She wanted to run but was frozen. She could hear the sounds of furniture breaking, people wailing and dishes breaking. It sounded like the earthquake she had lived through as a young girl. After a long period of relative silence, Angelo, the mute dishwasher came to get her. He took her hand and led her back inside. Angelo had always been very sweet to her; he was again now. Reentering the junk pile that had been a restaurant, she found the party of men seated again at the table, smiling and drinking tequila. Blake waved her over to sit in the empty chair between him and Arnold. She felt hollow and empty, the restaurant had been her only real home for years, and was now a ruin, part of the low roof was caving in, the kitchen was dark. The men talked quietly, drinking and clinking. Arnold's big hand settled over hers for a moment. She didn't respond. He said something to Blake, who agreed nodding, and then turned to Maribella. "Don't worry about a thing. You come with me." he had told her in perfect Spanish. That was all he said before she was led to a car and driven away, paralyzed with fear for her life. She had sometimes seen men put into a car and then heard they had been killed. She was convinced that it was all going to be over shortly. The next life was coming soon. She was beyond fear. Ready for whatever came next. She wondered if it would hurt too bad. Tears fell silently as she sat in the back seat of a huge car. She remembered being absently fascinated by her very first trip in a car. They drove a long time it seemed, before pulling off the road. They were on a long dirt road that was heading for the beach. 'In the jungle.' She thought. 'My end will come in the jungle. That's okay, I like the jungle.' She thought. They turned a corner and she vaguely noticed a huge construction site, lit by tall floodlights on towers. Her thoughts of pending death were momentarily set aside by a fascination with whatever was being built way out here. The car pulled to a stop and everyone got out. She waited until the door was opened and a hand helped her to stand. They were in front of a beautiful building half finished, with elegant details that reminded her a bit of Father Gabriel's big church. She had never seen anything like it. Her fear was now coupled with confusion. Blake approached her smiling. He took her hand. In his deep rumbling voice he told her, "Come live here. Cook your delicious food for me and my friends,... here." She wasn't sure that she heard him correctly. She turned to look into his eyes. They smiled at her. "You will like it here, I promise." She had no clue what he really meant, but allowed herself to be led into the main part of the house. It was like something from a dream. It was dark inside until Blake hit a switch and lights dimmed up, illuminating an enormous room, with furniture that looked priceless to her. They walked out onto the veranda, moving slowly so as not to rush her crippled ambling. He still held her hand. She didn't know she could remove it if she wanted. Several men were following behind chatting quietly. The moon was huge and yellow hanging out above the ocean below. The entire jungle was lit by its glow. She had a brief flash that once she reached the next life she hoped it would be like this. They strolled off to the left and he showed her the kitchen, under construction. She recognized that it was a kitchen, but the size and range of appliances made Enirique's pride and joy, look ridiculous. It was immense. It could easily house 12 people, all working at once. Blake simply watched her reaction with bemusement. "Do you think you could make your delicious food in here?" he asked her. She blinked at him. 'What did he mean?' she wondered. "Would this work for you?" she nodded absently. He laughed. "Come. See your cottage." Maribella knew the word 'Cottage' but thought his translation was incorrect. She almost laughed at his mistake, 'your cottage.' "This is where you will live." Blake told her as they stepped into a bungalow and he flicked on the light. It was as elegant as the other part of the house, only smaller. Smaller was technically correct, yet you could still fit all of Enrique's restaurant in it. 'This is where you will live.' Echoed in her mind. She stood looking in, as if into a picture in a magazine. She frowned at Blake's word's. "Como?" she finally asked him, utterly confused. It was the first word she had uttered all evening. He simply smiled. "This is where you will live." He repeated. "If you cook in this house for me, you will live in this cottage." She glanced to his friends who were standing a distance away but listening, and smiling. "Live?" she asked. "Here?" gesturing to the room. Blake nodded, smiling at her utter confusion with this new situation. He led her to the bed and sat her on it. "We will talk more tomorrow. Sleep now." He patted her shoulder and turned and left, shutting the light off as he went. Maribella had sat up for hours not moving, listening intently, as the men chatted and laughed from the other part of the house. At around 3 AM all had fallen quiet and she laid down, but didn't sleep. 'What the hell...' she thought, over and over. From that night until now she had lived in this room, never once returning to the city, cooking for Blake and his friends. He never laid a hand on her. He would hug her and kiss the top of her head whenever he arrived or departed, and sometimes on special occasions, but that was it. Some of his friends had seduced her, but never with force, never without her actual consent. She was treated from that first night like part of the family. It was only a family of friends, as Blake had never married, but his ever changing list of girlfriends, their friends, his friends, came and went with a kind of regularity that made life interesting. Maribella would sometimes be alone in the house for a week at a time, rarely more, but she had come to enjoy the quiet. Her responsibilities had grown with time to include handling all of the kitchen ordering and finances. She had come to love the house and cared for it without being asked or told. She had even come to enjoy the sexual pleasures that many of the guests had shared with her. But she had never lost her sense of complete lack of self worth. She existed daily only by the grace of God and Blake. We stared into each other's eyes for a long time. By the time she had finished her long tale, made longer by the constant translation, it was 3:00. We had moved to my room and were laying on my bed. I was near to dozing a bit but utterly fascinated by her tale. I was laying naked on my stomach and her tiny wrap was bunched around her waist, covering nothing. She was on her elbows, her perfect, round bottom completely exposed. I stroked my hand over it, feeling its tautness the warmth. She moved to get up saying that the guests would be arriving soon. I stopped her and pulled her towards me for a kiss. She lurched back, away. She shook her head, looking as if I had missed the entirety of her dissertation about her lack of value. I asked her for a kiss, but she politely declined and got out of my bed and shuffled away. I was left to ponder what was in her mind, her own self image. Perhaps she just wasn't in to me that way. I showered and dressed and then went to the main hall to await the rest of our crowd. I began to get anxious about seeing Amy. I had dressed up a bit, my linen pants, my good shirt. Mom was going to be so shocked to see me here. I was hoping I would dampen her plans for romance by being in the way. Amy and I could definitely make ourselves scarce. I flashed on a quick fantasy about making love to her on the beach as well. I read from my tablet while I waited. They were late. At around 4:45 I heard the car approaching. 'Finally!' I thought to myself. A taxi rounded the corner and pulled up to the door. I got up and joined Maribella, who was already standing at the top of the stairs. Mom got out. I smiled at her surprise at seeing me. She looked shocked, but not really surprised. I then realized that she was alone. Maribella and I both glanced back up at the empty driveway. No other cars and not a sound. Mom stood and stared for a moment. I lurched forward and ran down the steps to meet her. "Surprise!" I said taking her into my arms. She embraced me, but with some hesitation. "Where is everybody?" I asked her, letting her go. She stood confused. I looked back up the driveway. The driver came around to the trunk and opened it, pulling out Mom's solo suitcase. He then returned to the driver's door and retrieved an envelope. It was the same guy that drove me yesterday. "Hola señor." He said to me smiling, then handed the envelope to Maribella, speaking quickly in Spanish and then jumping back into his car and pulling out. Confusion reigned as I grabbed Mom's bag and introduced her to Maribella. "This is to be read inside." She told us, noting the envelope. We both led Mom through the house to the veranda. We sat as she opened it. Noting the English she handed it to me. 'Dear Andrea Jean', it began. I recognized Dad's writing. He almost never called Mom anything other than Andi. I began again, this time out loud. "Dear Andrea Jean," I read out to the three of us. Maribella made no move to leave. "First let me say how sorry I am about all of this. I feel like a shit, indeed I am a shit for handling things in this way. I simply cannot go on doing this anymore. I love you and Kevin very much, but feel that I haven't really been a part of your lives for a long time." Mom and I exchanged a glance. "I have cancelled the trip for everyone but you two. I feel strongly that you and Kevin will be solid supports for each other through this. You always have been, for each other. I would say that I'm leaving, but the truth is, I am already gone. I am ashamed to admit that I have another life elsewhere. I have a wife and young daughter in Trouville, in France..." My voice drifted off at this revelation. I looked at Mom whose hand had come to her mouth in shock. She just looked at the letter as if it might burst into flames any second. Her look told me that she didn't believe that this could be real. After a very long moment of consideration, she looked up at me, eyes wide. She jumped up from the table and began to pace circles. Knowing Mom as I did, I figured she was formulating a plan. Jump back on the plane, find out where the fuck Trouville even was, go there and drag her husband home. She stopped pacing to look at me. "A young daughter?!" asked incredulously. "What the fuck?!!" She blurted, "Sorry sweetie,... " she told me, then, "But,... WHAT THE FUCK?!!" she screamed. "This has got to be a joke, right?" she then pleaded. She then moved to grab her purse and pulled out her phone. She punched Dad's number. I watched her listening for a moment. "Disconnected." She breathed not believing it. She tried it again. "His fucking phone is disconnected." By Accident, On Purpose Ch. 01 Defeated she came back to the table and sat down. She snatched the letter from me and began reading to herself. "What does it say?" I asked her. She began again, aloud. "I have a wife and young daughter in Trouville, in France.' She read again, shaking her head. After a brief look to me, she continued. "I cannot even guess at how this news will be received. I have been dreading telling you for some time. I feel like a chicken shit for doing it this way, but there it is. Nothing to be done about that. I don't ever expect forgiveness from you, but I cannot continue the lie any longer." "I want nothing from you, or from the house. All of it is yours. I have established trusts for you both, and hope that this will be enough to sustain you without me. Kevin's is funded with 2 million and yours is funded with 10." At this news, Mom stopped reading. My head had fallen off at this news and I had lost the thread of the letter anyway. "I'm sorry, what was that?" I asked. Mom's look expressed the same disbelief that I felt. She read it again. "Kevin's is funded with 2 million and yours is funded with 10." "Two million dollars?!!" asked her. She just handed me the paper. I read it for myself. "Ten million dollars," I began again, "may seem like a lot, maybe not, but it seemed the right amount to me. I hope you agree. " "As you read this I am back in France and intend to stay here. I suspect that you will never wish to see me again, after this, but perhaps Kevin will find some way of learning to accept his father's mistakes and find a place for me again in his heart. I truly, dearly hope so. Andi, I am sorrier than you can know, certainly more than you may believe. I never wanted to treat you this way. I understand that this letter is the coward's way out, but there it is. Please know that I did love you. In a way I always will. My best wishes for you both, William." I sat staring blankly at the letter, hanging limply in my hand. It took a long time to register that Mom was slumped next to me, staring at the sea; Maribella simply stood motionless nearby, silently awaiting instruction. She seemed to understand the gravity of the situation without knowing the detail. Finally I looked up to her and felt the tears rolling down my face. She had a look that was at once filled with compassion, but also held a stoic firmness that prevented her from getting involved. As if understanding our silent need she left us for a bit and returned with a bottle of tequila and two small glasses. She filled both full and set them before us. I finally forced myself to look at Mom who was staring blankly, as if in a trance. I glanced at my watch and Maribella turned and went to prepare dinner. I took my glass of tequila and sipped it slowly, watching Mom out of the corner of my eye. For the first time I took notice of what she was wearing. She had dressed to impress, in a short pleated skirt that showed a great deal of her sexy thighs. Her cork wedgie sandals were dangling off of one foot, her legs crossed at the ankles. She was wearing a cute, tight, white, bare-midriff halter that showed her firm tummy, and a sand colored lightweight sweater draped over her shoulders. After I had finished my drink and waited a bit longer, I reached out and touched her arm. She jerked a bit as if brought out of a deep sleep. Her look told me that she was at a complete loss for words. Her hand came up and closed over mine. I watched as her eyes misted over and then fully filled with tears. One fat tear rolled down her cheek, as I reached out to her and pulled her up and over to me to sit on my lap. Her little sweater dropped off onto her chair. Nothing was said as she sat stiffly onto my legs and then fairly collapsed against me. The tears came in earnest now. I held her head to me and kissed her cheek and then pulled her tightly to me as she quietly lurched as she cried. I had never experienced a rug being pulled out from under someone so thoroughly. I was furious with Dad for being such an asshole over this whole thing. He had set us both up and then snuck out of town. I was reeling myself over the idea that he had taken up with another woman, and had another child with her. I had a sister that I never knew about. Did they know about us I wondered? I wracked my brain trying to think of something comforting to say to Mom but nothing presented itself. In the end I simply held her. After a bit her arms came around me and she hugged me tightly. I kissed the top of her head. Finally, she sat up and looked me in the eye hard. "Did you know about this?" she asked me gently, not accusingly, just curious. I was astonished that she thought that I might have. "What?!" I spluttered, "Hell no! What the,..." Her hand came calmingly to my face, stopping me mid-tirade. She gave me a wan smile that told me that she believed me. "I was sitting here wondering if he had tried to tell me, before." She whispered to me. "He's right, though. He has been gone from us for quite a while. I guess I just didn't want to believe it. I was hoping this trip would be a way for us to reconnect." She was thoughtful for a long moment. "We haven't had sex in months." She finally added. She breathed a deep sigh and stood up on shaky legs. "Here I was hoping that we'd fuck like crazy this trip." "Mom!" I exclaimed, not quite ready to hear this from my mother, including the language. She just gave me a 'Oh, grow up' kind of look. She returned to her own chair just as Maribella returned with dinner. Mom seemed to take in the sight of her for the first time. Maribella and I exchanged some basic chit chat as she served us. Mom was watching our interchange with mild interest, taking in her surroundings for the first time. Dinner was as exquisite as it had been the night before. It was an oddly sensuous meal, filled with dishes that were shared, eaten with the hands, and slightly messy, but the flavors unlocked the senses in a way that let our current predicament fade slightly into the background, for a short while. We sat sipping more of the Xtabentun honey liqueur from the Yucatan. Mom became distant, thoughtful. "I think,..." she began at last, "that our lives are about to be changed forever." "Do you think that Dad was serious about the money?" Mom shot me an angry look. "I'm just wondering." Mom reached into her purse and yanked out her phone. She did a lot of her banking my phone and appeared afraid that perhaps we were penniless. She pushed buttons, logging in and then slumped in her chair, mouth agape. "What?" I finally asked, fearing the worst. She glanced at me and then began punching numbers again. She stared at her phone as her hand came up to cover her mouth. I was sure we were fucked. She finally spoke. "What did his letter say? 'Kevin's is funded with 2 million and yours is funded with 10'?" My stomach tightened, preparing for the bad news. "Well,... sweetheart,... we're rich at least." "What?!!" I yelped. "He did it?" Mom was nodding gently looking at her phone. "He actually did it?" Mom's eyes eventually came around to meet mine. "Our lives are definitely about to be changed forever." We clinked glasses, but the celebration was muted; definitely changed. To be continued... By Accident, On Purpose Ch. 02 I awoke just as the sky was beginning to lighten. I laid in bed rolling the events of yesterday around my aching head. I imagined my mother's thoughts, a husband that not only cheated, but completely left her for another life, before actually even leaving her. What a sucker punch. I was trying to gather my thoughts about a father whom I had always loved and admired. I couldn't get my head around this new image of him being such a duplicitous liar and cheat and coward and phony. What was I doing here? He had arranged all of this in advance. I know that Mom had taken excited phone calls from our other friends, who were now supposed to be here with us, enjoying this lovely vacation. What had he told them to prevent their coming? Where was Amy in all this? I had really built up the idea of her being here with us. My thoughts returned to Mom. She must really be devastated! Beyond devastated. I tossed back the covers and stepped outside to shower in the waterfall outside my room. The water was chilly and bracing. I wrapped a towel around me and headed off to Mom's side of the villa. I passed by Maribella in her kitchen, topless in her pareo, making coffee, her perfect breasts sway gently as she worked. My penis rose in greeting at the sight of her. I kissed her lips and took a tray of coffee and tiny pastries from her and headed for Mom's room. Entering quietly, I noted that she was still asleep, or so I thought. She was laying half on her side, the sheet lowered and bunched around her hip. Half her bottom and her naked back were exposed as she lay facing the open doors to the sea. I stood taking in the sight of her. I wished I had my camera, the image was so beautiful; tiny waist and perfect flaring hip and a lightly muscled back and shoulders. I approached quietly, not wanting to wake her. I moved to a table and set the tray down as quietly as I could. I turned to face her and noticed her watching me; she was wide awake. "Oh, hey. Good morning." I stammered. "I thought you were asleep." She offered only a faint smile. "No. No sleep." She said quietly. "I couldn't sleep at all,... all night." I noted that the sheet was draped so low that a tiny bit of her pubic hair was visible. Mom unhurriedly moved to pull the sheet up a bit. In doing so she completely exposed her right breast, briefly. The sheet then covered it. I noted though that the sheet was of such delicate material that I could still make out the dark areola through it. That brief image of her breast was seered into my mind. Her breasts were obviously perfect, probably C-cups, I took her a cup of coffee, steaming and smelling of rich, heavy coffee beans. She took it from me with a slight smile. I grabbed mine and sat on the edge of her bed. "Are you okay, sweetheart?" she asked me softly. "Me? I was going to ask the same of you. Are you okay?" She sipped her coffee thoughtfully and took a long time to reply. "No, baby. Not really. I don't even get my mind to focus correctly. I don't even know what I'm thinking, how I'm feeling,... I don't even,... I,..." she set her cup down gently, rolled onto her back and covered her face in her hands. I simply sat there and watched as she began to softly cry. I took both cups and returned them to the tray and moved to lie down next to her and took her in my arms. At first she resisted slightly, but then gave in and let me hold her limp form as she cried and cried. We stayed like that for a long while. I noted Maribella at the open door, silently asking if we needed anything. I smile and shook my head. She left us alone. Mom cried herself to sleep and I simply moved us gently to where I was sitting up with her in my arms. The sounds of the jungle and the sea wafted into the room as I waited for her to get some needed rest. A lovely bright green bird appeared at the open doors and landed on the railing. I eyed me suspiciously as it sat there, taking stock of the tray of pastries. I cocked my head and gave it a 'Don't you dare!' look and it thought better of stealing from me and flitted off again, but not before squawking its irritation as it left. The noise awoke my mother. She lurched at the sound and then, sat up a bit, taking stock of where we were and what was up. She scooted down into the bed, gathering the sheet under her arms and over her bare breasts, then stretched and yawned. "Your father,..." "Is an unbelievable fucker!" I finished for her. She looked at me with a shocked look as if she was about to scold me for the language, but then her mouth snapped shut and she thought for a second. "Yeah. I guess that is so. He is!" she stated calmly. She used the back of her hand to wipe her eyes. "An unbelievable fucker!" she repeated. She glanced around for her coffee. I told her that I think it had gone cold. She had been asleep for about a half an hour. "Let me get you some more." I stood, almost losing my towel in the process and headed for the door, to find Maribella. I found her waiting just outside the room with a new carafe of hot coffee. I kept discovering her knack of knowing just what was needed, just before it was needed. I smiled a thanks and took it from her. I watched, entranced as her hips worked in that sexy way as she hobbled away. What an ass on the girl, I thought to myself. "Feel like a swim?" I asked her after we had silently feasted on breakfast. "Oh baby, no way. I have to get back home." "Back home?" I asked her completely shocked at this new idea. "What the hell for?" Well, I have to find out where you father is, what he's up to,... " "Whoa, whoa. Hang on a sec." I told her. "He's not there. Even if he was,... I mean,... He's gone. No one is there. If you go home now,..." Mom simply stared at me, as if I had no idea about what was required at a time like this. She was looking adamant that she was going to go get him, fix this, and get on with her life; with him. We stared at each other for a long time. "I'm afraid that there's no fixing this. He has played all the moves to ensure that he is well and truly out of it. He can't be found. There's no bringing him back." Mom had no response, simply stared. "How could you even want him back now?" I asked her. "I take it you don't?" she asked me, calmly as she sipped the last of her coffee. "Fuck him!" I blurted, realizing that I was almost in tears. Mom's gaze remained even. I hemmed and hawed for a bit, not knowing how to express the depth of my outrage, my hurt. I caught myself realizing mine could be nothing compared to hers. Mom set down her cup, pulled the sheet up over her breasts a bit and then laid back into her pillows, hands clasped above her head. She was gazing at the ceiling, thoughtful, unaware of how close she was to exposing both lovely breasts to me. "I used to be able,..." she started, "... to see just where we were going, where we were headed in life. Now,..." Her voice fell off as she simply, slowly shook her head. After a very long while staring at nothing, her gaze shifted to the open doors and the sea beyond. "Yes. I do feel like a swim." Slowly here eyes came to mine and she smiled wanly. "Although,... I don't have a swimsuit appropriate for swimming with my son." She smiled a bit more. My pretend confused look, prompted her to continue. "When I thought it was just going to be your father and a few close friends, I thought to pick up some,... smaller,... sexier suits." "So?' I simply asked. "Fuck it." She said, making a face at using such extreme language in front of her only son. "My head is so muddied right now, I just don't care." I simply smiled. "Go throw on a suit and we'll go to the beach." Having changed, I met Mom on the veranda. She was dressed in a floral beach cover-up, large straw hat and her wedgie sandals. I had my shorts on and no shirt. We both noted Maribella busy sweeping the lower deck around the pool, topless and an impossibly brief wrap around one hip. With a simple knot in the material on her other hip I figured that there was no way her pussy wouldn't be openly visible. As we passed her on the way down to the beach, I noted that my suspicion was correct. Mom noticed, I think, but made no comment. I toted the towels and chairs, and once on the sand arranged them side by side for us. I simply dropped my shorts and stepped out of them. I didn't want to draw any extra attention to my hammock. The instant attention that I got from Mom was enough as it was. "Oh my!" she said quietly. "And here I was worried about the size of my suit." I turned and looked down at myself, lewdly displayed, hands out to the side as if to say, 'What do you mean?' I noted that her gaze was straight on my basket. Even I had to admit it was shockingly apparent. My cock was totally on display, as was my ass, with the tiny swatch over my crack. "I figured, if we were to be castaway in this beautiful place, why not 'go native". "Well, I guess you do have a point." My eyes went up to hers. "Not what I meant, naughty!" I gave her an 'I didn't say anything' look. "So,... I guess,... I'll 'go native' as well, then, tossing her hat into the chair. I watched intently as Mom reached down for the hem of her light dress and pulled it smoothly over her head. I was stunned to silence, to see the suit she had chosen, from her shopping excursion. It was a collection of bright yellow fabric patches, trying vainly to cover the private bits of my mother's beautiful body. Tiny triangles of the luminescent fabric barely covered her nipples, leaving breast skin exposed on both sides and even the bottoms of her breasts. The top was tied loosely enough so as to not completely mash and flatten her gorgeous shape. The bottom was a bit of fabric of similar size and was also barely covering. It was obvious that she was completely shaved. The fabric was of such delicate material that both nipples and her labia were obvious, the shapes obvious through the material. There was no coverage in the back. Mom's beautiful bottom was totally on display. "I really hadn't expected you to see this." She commented to my stunned expression, "but as I said before, fuck it! I just don't care." "Mom,... you are gorgeous!" I said breathlessly. She gave me an appreciative smile, posing slightly, hand on one hip. "Not bad yourself." She countered. We stood there for a long time just taking in the sight of each other. My cock felt even bigger, not hard, just nicely filled out. Mom bit her lip. "Swim?" she asked simply. I turned and offered her my arm. She smiled as she stepped forward and took it, We walked to the shoreline. I hadn't thought about it, but having her take my arm, brought her close enough to rub against me as we walked. The exposed flesh of her breast was gently stroking against me as we strolled. The water was so warm! Mom made a sexy moaning noise at the contact, and gave me an equally sexy look, rolling her eyes. We stepped gently, deeper into the surf until the water splashed my cock. I pulled away and ran and dove into the oncoming wave. As the wave reached her she turned her back and let it wash against her from behind. Her ass was superb. She continued to walk out to where I was floating. The waves bobbing her full breasts. "The water is glorious!" she told me when she reached me, treading water gently. "You are glorious!" I blurted. She gave me a dubious look and rolled her eyes. "Seriously, your body is incredible!" The dubious look remained but she thanked me, awkwardly. She ducked under the water and swam a few long, smooth strokes away from me. When she surfaced her hair was slicked back and gave her an elegant, sexy look, like a model in a magazine. We swam around for a bit, never far from each other. Finally we agreed to head back in. I let her swim ahead and several times I saw her bottom break the surface, basically nude before me. I was entranced and quite erect at the sight. When she was in shallow enough water she stood and began walking through the thigh deep water. The waves had begun to come up a bit. I noticed one bearing down on her and yelled for her to look out. At the sound of my voice she turned to face me just as it reached her and completely bowled her over. She completely disappeared. I swam towards her as if my life depended on it and when I reached her she was just finding her footing. I noted that her top was completely gone as she wiped the water from her face. I reached her just as her eyes opened and she looked at me with such a shocked expression. "Are you alright?" I asked "Fine." she said, "I didn't see it coming." She coughed a bit and pushed her hair back on her head. This raised her bare breasts enticingly, nipples hard as bullets, as they swayed a bit with the motion. I caught a brief glimpse of bright yellow as it washed past us in the water. "There!" I pointed, trying to catch her top as it went by. "What?" she said, sounding afraid, as if I was pointing out a shark. "Your top." I told her as I fished around in the water, to no avail. She looked down, noticing her bare breasts for the first time and quickly covered them with her arms. I continued to grab at flashes of yellow and then she joined me, ignoring her topless breasts as she did. Neither of us was successful though. Finally, she gave up and watched my fruitless search, while covering her breasts again. After a short while I gave up as well. A couple more waves had jostled her to the point of exposing her breasts, again and again, until we gave up and headed in. "Now what?" she asked quietly. "Well,... honestly,... I have really had an eyeful already." Mom tried to give me her best scolding look. "I say we don't worry about it." "Easy for you to say you still have on your,..." as she was about to mention my swimsuit, she unconsciously looked down towards it. I did as well. My erection was so pronounced that, besides being quite uncomfortable, it was pushing the material out so far that there was a gap between the material and my body. You could easily see inside both sides of the suit; my cock was on full display. "Well that's a fine thing." I stated simply, comically. I noted that Mom was entranced and could not look away. "You say 'fuck it'? I say 'fuck it." I grabbed the material and pushed it down and off into the sand. My cock was now completely straight out from me. "Kevin!" Mom squealed. She stood there mouth agape, as I picked up my suit and walked to the waiting chairs. She was still standing there, when I sat down in mine and dug my toes into the sand. She stood there, ankle deep in the water, gaping at me, breasts covered by her hands as she simply stared at me, shocked into silence. Finally she resigned herself to it, and began to walk towards me. Halfway to me she defiantly dropped her hands and let her bare breasts sway as she walked. "This is not cool." She stated firmly as she stood before me hands on her hips. My cock was standing straight up between my legs as I shaded my eyes to look up at her. We shared a long look, in which I didn't back down one bit. Finally she looked away, checking to see if anyone was watching us. "Who will see? There's no one here." I stated, obviously. Mom tsked and looked up towards the villa. "What about,... " her voice faded as she thought about Maribella, sweeping the veranda, virtually nude herself. "What's her name again?" I told her. "We were down here nude yesterday. She's seen the goods already." I left out the fucking part. "Puh!" Mom blustered, "The goods." Mom scanned up and down the beach, uselessly again, and then moved to sit next to me, her right arm touching my left. She pulled her hat onto her wet hair, uncomfortably close to my bobbing erection, not 18" away from her. "This isn't something mothers and sons do together." She busied herself fetching a book out of her bag. "Apparently it is." I told her after about a minute's silence. "Don't be vulgar!" she snapped. I sat there in the sun, half watching the waves and half watching to see if my cock would go down. Very slowly it began to abate, drooping heavily to rest gently on my left thigh, the one closest to Mom. It remained thick and full. Mom tried to read her book, but I know was quite distracted by the sight of her son's cock, not a foot from her hand. I was distracted myself, straining my eyeballs to watch the rise and fall of her breathing, as it translated through her gorgeous tits. Her nipples remained rock hard the entire time. "I'm very sorry about Dad." I told her softly. Mom said nothing and continued the pretense of reading her book. I noted that no pages had turned in quite a while. Finally, it settled softly closed and she set it on the sand next to her. "I just don't get it. I laid awake all night trying to figure out when and how it started to come apart. I was trying to think of what signs I might have missed." I gently took her hand. I squeezed but she did not return it. "I feel so stupid." She said quietly. "Don't!" I told her emphatically. "Don't even. I've been trying to remember a time when he wasn't happy, when he seemed like he was,... unhappy. I couldn't. He always seemed like he was totally happy in our lives. Except when he was out of town,..." I chuckled sarcastically, "out of town on 'business." I sneered. "I see now that he was out fucking around on you; on us." Mom squeezed my hand at last, but said nothing. "Another whole life,..." I wondered aloud. "In another country. A daughter?! Really?! What the Fffff,..." I resisted the foul language. "What the FUCK?!" Mom finished for me. "I must have said that 100 times last night." Mom began to cry again. I put my arm around her and she leaned into me. I turned a bit and took her in my arms and held her as she cried and cried. After she stopped crying she remained nuzzled against me. She finally brought her left arm around and hugged me to her. At this movement I noted her naked tits pressing into me, warm and soft. My cock began to rise again. It slowly became wedged between us. "Kev." She whispered. Mmmm hmmm. I moaned in response. "Your fat cock is poking my breast." "Oh." I said simply, not moving. "Sorry." Neither of us moved. "Why is your fat cock poking my breast?" she asked, sounding slightly annoyed. "Because they're there." I responded. "And they are nude." I continued slowly. Still no movement. "And because they are incredible." "Kevin!" mom said sitting upright again. "That is not something mothers and sons should do together." She made no motion, however, to cover them in any way. "I know that." I said stupidly. "But look at you. You are so gorgeous! Your breasts are the most incredible pair of,... " "Tits?" she asked snidely. "Breasts. I was going to call them breasts. But fine, if you want I'll call them tits. Your tits are fucking gorgeous, alright!! My mother has the world's most beautiful tits!!" I yelled to the empty beach. "Does that have to be such a big deal? Yeah, I've seen them now." My eyes involuntarily, magnetically returned to gazing at them. Mom simply sat there, impassive. "Boy, have I seen them now." I told her, my voice dropping low. She let me get my eyeful. "And I could tell you,... fuck! Naughty as hell, this! I could tell you,... that you have the most gorgeous,... cock,... I have ever laid eyes on. But that does not excuse how wrong this is!" She was almost fuming, but staring openly at my erection now. It suddenly bobbed wildly, involuntarily, at the thought of her looking so intently at it. "Really?!! Really Kevin?!! That's your response to how wrong this is? Waving it in your mother's face?" Mom stood and began to gather her things. She was fuming, now. It wasn't an act. "Mom, wait. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to,... I can't help,..." "No?!! Here I am, down here, abandoned by your son-of-a-bitch father, fucking some cheap French slut, completely devastated, and you're going to waggle your naked cock at me?" I sat stunned and silent. "Beautiful!!" she railed. "Just beautiful!" I felt so scolded. "It really is beautiful! Probably the most gorgeous piece of manhood I've ever seen, but I'm your MOTHER, Kevin!" By Accident, On Purpose Ch. 02 She turned, flinging sand, and then stormed off towards the path back to the villa. I watched her prefect ass working and the sides of her breasts as they swayed in time with her strides. 'What the fuck?' I said to myself. 'She is my mother. What are you thinking? Idiot!' I got up, gathered everything and headed for the path myself. I didn't bother with putting on my suit, figuring, damage done. I strolled, not wanting to get there too quickly. I didn't know what had gotten into me. My mind was in a fog. I had been in such a state of aroused emotions; this gorgeous place, Maribella's body, the food the drink. It had all been thrown into an uproar in my mind, with the news of Dad's leaving, rather his never really having been there. Now Mom's nearly naked body on display. I felt like a zombie as I walked back up the path. As I came into a break in the trees that showed the villa, jutting out above me, I noted Mom standing at the railing of her balcony. She was wrapped in a lightweight pareo, which lifted in the light breeze. She was simply watching me as I plodded slowly along; we watched each other. I couldn't tell from this distance, but her posture seemed as though she was crying. I ached for her. I had been thinking only about my own feelings regarding Dad's behavior. What must her feelings be; abandoned, second-rate, inferior to some chippy in France. I wondered what this chick must be like, to draw Dad's attention so completely. Since last night, I had been replaying all of our mutual experience through this new filter that he wasn't really 'with us' when he was with us. It had all been a lie. Now I began to try and empathize with what my mother must be thinking. I stopped and simply looked up at her, watching me. She turned and retreated inside of her room. I had really fucked this up. Maribella was standing at the top of the path, when I arrived. She looked a bit alarmed. She asked if we wanted lunch on the veranda. I glanced towards Mom's room and told her that I would eat in my room. Maribella's glance towards her room told me that she thought my mother would do the same. I strolled around the villa to my outdoor shower and I stepped under the pouring waterfall. I stood a long time under the gushing water, my hands on the wall to hold me up. The water pounded on me pleasantly for a long time. Finally I turned and throwing back my head, rinsed my hair and swept it back. Opening my eyes in saw Mom standing there in the doorway, leaning on the jamb, watching me. She shared a long unreadable look. Without a word Mom suddenly pushed herself off it and slowly walked towards me. I steeled myself for a severe talking to. Five feet from me she pulled the fold in her pareo and let if fall. She was completely, beautifully nude. She entered the water and threw her arms around me. I took her in my arms and we simply held each other in the pounding water. "Oh, Kevin." She said at last. I was holding her nude body tightly against me. "I can't stand to fight with you; especially now. You are all I have left." I said nothing and held her up. She felt like she was about to collapse. She began to sob quietly into my shoulder. I let her. I was concentrating of the feel of her nakedness against mine. My left hand held the back of her head and her neck, my right stroking the lower portion of her back, my fingertips just contacting the swell of her buttocks. Her skin was soft, yet covered with tiny goose bumps from the cool water. Her breasts soft and full against my chest. "I'm so sorry." I whispered into her ear. She nodded. "For everything." She nodded again. "I don't know what I was thinking." "It's okay." I heard her murmur. "It's okay." Very slowly we began to sway a bit, turning slowly back and forth as if blown by a breeze. We stayed like that, immobile, for a long while. "This water is getting kind of chilly." She finally said, then pulled back a bit to look up into my eyes. "I'm so tired." Taking her hand, I led her through the door into my room, pulled a huge white towel off the pile and wrapped her in it. I was still nude as I led her to my bed and pulled her up onto the pedestal and helped her to lay down. She rolled over onto her side facing me. I knelt on the edge of the bed, my knees on the platform and faced her. She reached out to stroke the hair back off my forehead. "I hate to fight with you. I always have." She was wistful now. She looked exhausted. "Your father,..." her voice fell away. "You have always been the man in my life. I just didn't realize it. For so much of our lives, your father was simply gone. Working out of town, calling every night, providing for us, but never really there. You were always there. I love you so much." Her eyes went moist. "I,... just don't know who I am anymore." "You are, who you always were. My Mom and I love you." "Oh sweetie." Mom said and pulled me close for a kiss. We had always kissed on the lips, but it had become more a rarity than the norm, the older I got. It was a normal kiss, but with Mom in a towel, in my bed, me nude with her, it felt very different. She smiled at me and I smiled back, both of us a bit wistful, realizing that all our mutual, familial history, now required reexamination in light of recent revelations. Plus I couldn't think why Dad would have gone to the trouble of sending us here, alone. We shared a long look, before Mom's eyes drooped and then closed. She was asleep. Maribella appeared at the door, tiny pareo at her hip and bare breasts. She was carrying a tray of lunch. She waited until I smiled an invitation to enter. She set lunch up on my balcony as I pulled Moms towel off her and covered her with the sheet. She moaned a bit sleepily, but simply dozed again. I strolled out to join Maribella, cock heavy and swinging. Standing side by side, we exchanged a brief look and then Maribella placed her hand lightly on my chest, asking if everything was okay. I smiled wanly and shook my head. Maribella reached up touched my face and we kissed. I took her in my arms and we kissed deeply for a while. My hands untied the pareo and let it drift softly to the floor. I pulled her tight against my raging cock, pulling her tight bottom hard. I asked her to join me for lunch, and with some hesitation, she sat with me at my table. We ate the delicious food she had brought, and drank the local beer. We ate in silence and then simply sat, side by side, hand in hand and watched the sea below. The sun was still pretty high but way out to the west of us, when Mom appeared by our chairs. We turned to look up at her. She stood between us, laying her arm over my shoulder, completely nude. She was unabashed at being naked in front of me now. Maribella and I were both nude also, so maybe it felt silly to be modest. She said nothing as I drank in the sight of her gorgeous nude body. Her position placed her pussy in my line of sight when I looked at Maribella. Perfectly shaved and full, sexy lips; Her mound looked swollen and excited. "Hermosa." Maribella murmured. "Es maravilloso,... ambos son muy cómodos juntos. Both to be so,... tranquilo,... comfortable mutual,... together." Mom gazed into my eyes, smiling gently, nodding. "You are very beautiful woman." "Thank you,... Maribella" Mom told her remembering her name. I leaned over and kissed Mom's hip. She simply scratched her fingers through my hair, holding me close. From this position I was within inches of her swollen mound and labia. "You hungry?" I finally asked. Mom admitted she was starving. I looked at the empty tray of lunch that we had demolished while she slept. "Come. Let's go to the kitchen. I'll make you a sandwich. Maribella and I both stood up. Mom glanced around for her clothes and then we three shared a long look, standing together completely nude. We made a silent pact that clothes were not needed and we headed for the kitchen. I was thinking to make something for her to eat, but Maribella quickly took charge, nudging me aside; we were in HER place. I simply went and stood next to Mom, leaning against the island counter. I put my arm around her waist and she snuggled a bit into me. Little was said as Maribella efficiently made some lunch, patting and rolling, mixing and chopping. Mom noted the obvious handicap in her leg but said nothing. She grilled a fish that had been laying on a tray of ice. I was aware of my erection gently stroking against Mom's side as I began to gently stroke my hand over her back and then lower, over her bottom. She made no move to stop me. her skin was like warm velvet. We three carried the lunch to a shady spot under a huge palapa on the veranda and sat and ate. Mom and I both ummed and ahhed over each bite. We were now in a world of overwhelming sensuality; the sights, smells and sounds of the jungle, the tastes of each bit of food that Maribella had prepared, the sight of each of us sitting there completely nude, obviously aroused. We lingered over lunch for a long time, in our drunken haze; a bit of alcohol but mostly drunk on the intense eroticism. Maribella announced siesta and began to clear away. Mom and I grabbed plates and platters to help. Maribella gave me the same scolding look, that this was her work, not ours. Mom took no notice and she wasn't about to scold my mother, so she relented and allowed us to help. "Well," Mom said to the room, "a nap sounds great." She hesitated nervously, not sure of what to do or say next. She finally came over to me, a nude mother and her nude, obviously aroused, son and took me in her arms. My cock prodded her belly forcefully. One of my hands went to the back of her head, the other dropped almost instinctively to her round bottom, giving it a gentle squeeze. Our hug was firm but gentle. I kissed her lips when she pulled back and then she excused herself to retire to her room. I felt like she didn't want to, or rather, wanted me to join her. I watched her go and then turned to Maribella. She also had a look like she wanted me to join her. "Siesta?" she asked softly, invitingly. I nodded. After an awkward pause she extended her hand. I took it and she led me quietly to her cottage. I followed a bit behind, my hand still in hers as I watched her hips working, with her odd gait. 'What an incredible bottom.' I thought to myself. Maribella led me to her bed and urged me to lie down. She moved around the room, closing the shutters over her windows. They had a lower section that tilted out to allow the breeze in. It felt wonderful. Coming to the bed, I watched as she reached up and untied her ponytail. I have never seen anything as sexy as when her hair cascaded down and over her shoulders. Her body was perfect. "Nunca,...I never,... ask,... bring a man to my bed. Always I am brought to other,..." she fumbled. "Is okay to brought you here?" I smiled broadly and nodded my head, she smiled shyly at this. "Is first time to want,... to bring,..." I extended my hand to her and she leaned onto the bed and crawled to me. Fuck she was gorgeous. She reached up to kiss me, with a look that asked if this was okay. I nodded again. We kissed deeply, I stroked my hands over her naked firmness. Her body was lean and taut, but her breasts were firm yet pliable, with flesh that felt like a baby's bottom. She kissed my chest, my ribs, my stomach. "Mmmm, su pene,..." she moaned softly taking me deeply in her mouth. We gazed into each other's eyes as she ate me deeply. She looked so sexy with my cock in her lovely mouth. Shortly, she moved up and guided me to the opening of her pussy. She was easing down over me, but my thickness was straining to get inside. The head slipped tightly inside her. "Kevin." She moaned passionately, head back eyes closed. She was using our secret word again. "Ooohhhhhhhh yes!! That sounds so hot! Say it again!" "Kevin." She repeated, her gaze smoldering. I moaned out loud and she raised up until the head pulled free. "Ooohhhhhhhh!! Kevin!" She slipped the head into her again. "Ohhhhh!! Cuidado! Tu es gigante! You cock so big in me, as ayer, as yesterday! Mmmmmm Kevin." 'As yesterday' I recalled. I was again shocked at how fucking tight she was. Her head came forward, her jet black hair covering her, her hands on my chest as she began to sit down, farther and farther onto my cock. "Mmmmmm inmenso! Enorme!" Finally I was in her completely. My hands on her thighs, stroked her gently, as she trembled on me, her pussy filled to capacity. Her hips were working back and forth gently, involuntarily. Finally she lifted her head, her big, dark eyes coming up to meet my grinning face. She smiled, shook her head a bit in wonder and then her eyes rolled shut again. "Your cock!! Oh Kevin, your cock!" She pushed up to a sitting position and reached up to tie her hair in a loose knot again. I reached up to toy with her ripe nipples. She gave me a look of pure passionate animal lust as her hips began a back and forth action, my cock stirring deeply inside of her. She would ride back and forth and then up and down, her exquisite pussy tight and wet around me. She took my hands and clasped her fingers into mine and I supported her as she moved on me. She simply rode me like that for a long time, herking and jerking with an orgasm, coming to a gentle stop then beginning again all over. My crotch was soaked with her fluid. I was watching her orgasm, head thrown back, hissing loudly through clenched teeth, when I suddenly noticed Mom standing in the open doorway. I didn't turn my head, merely watched her out the corner of my eye. She was leaning against the door jamb as she did in my room earlier. Her arms were crossed but she didn't seem upset. I had a panicky feeling that I was in real trouble; being caught fucking by my mother! The fear was tempered by her beautiful nudity, which told me that she wasn't upset, so much as intrigued. Mom simply stood there watching. Her crossed arms were under her breasts, which looked gorgeous sitting on her arms. After a while I worked up the nerve to acknowledge her presence. I deliberately turned my head in her direction. Our eyes met. She made no motion, no noise, no complaint. After a moment a sly smile crept across her face. She dropped her arms and looked about to leave when I reached out one hand to her. She stopped and simply stared, deciding what to do. I simply held out my hand and waited. She started towards us, moving slowly. Maribella continued moving on me, but was watching me now, aware that something was going on. Mom approached and took my hand gently. I gave a soft tug which brought her closer. Maribella looked up and they shared a look. Mom smiled. I continued to pull and Mom knelt one knee on the bed and I pulled her down for a kiss. We shared a long tender kiss, swaying slightly as Maribella kept up her movements. I felt a slight touch of Mom's tongue on my lips right before she pulled back a bit. We then shared a long meaningful look, like nothing between us would ever be quite the same again. I was wondering what kind of lecture I would get later, when Mom moved to lay down on her elbow next to us and simply watched. Maribella's movements increased in tempo and intensity as she began to fuck me again. I noted that Mom's breasts were gently swaying to Maribella's tempo. I moved my right hand to Mom's hip and gently held her there. Mom reached out and placed her hand on Maribella's thigh, where my hand had been. Maribella covered it with her own, keeping her. They gazed into each other's eyes as Mom watched vicariously, as this gorgeous latin girl fucked her son. Maribella began to move up and down again, but opened her legs as she went up, allowing my mother to watch as my fat cock appeared and then disappeared into her tight wetness. "Your cock!! Oh Kevin, your cock!" she moaned again. "Mmmmmm, inmenso! Enorme! Su hijo,... cock so big in me" "Mmmmm." It was the first sound Mom had made yet. "Yes. It is big, sweetheart," she said looking back to me, "you cock is so big! As I said earlier, probably the most gorgeous piece of manhood I've ever seen. You two look so beautiful together. Fuck my son Maribella." A look of pure empathy crossed Maribella's face. She reached out and cupped Mom's cheek. "Es okay?" she asked. Mom simply smiled and nodded. Mom took her hand and kissed it and they held hands as she fucked me to another of her noisy, wet orgasms. I had been very close to cumming, right before I noticed Mom at the door. My uncertainty of her reaction tempered my orgasm. Now, watching my nude mother holding hands with this sexy young woman, as she fucked me like crazy pushed me over the edge. My head went back and my hips raised both of us off the bed as I bellowed out my orgasm. "Si! Oh, si Kevin! Orgasmo! Cum in me! Cum, mi novia! Querida, si!" Mom leaned down and kissed me again. This time her tongue did not hesitate. We French kissed like lovers as I continued to spurt deep into this lovely girl. I worked my arm around her and pulled her tightly to me. I pulled Maribella down onto me as well. We three shared a jumbled hug as I settled down from my orgasm. Panting, we shared a long look then Mom and Maribella, back and forth. My cock lurched yet again when Mom and Maribella slowly leaned in and kissed each other. It wasn't a grinding, tongue-filled kiss, just a loving, lingering kiss of good friends; more than good friends, I don't know what, but it was hot!! We fell asleep in a jumble like that. It was dark and raining softly when I awoke. I was laying on my back with two beautiful women cuddled up to me. I had my arms around both. Maribella was higher up so that her breasts were almost in my face. Mom was lower her head nuzzled into my chest. Mom's leg was tossed over mine, which allowed me to feel her warm smooth pussy against my thigh. My cock felt heavy and sticky, laid over onto my thigh. Replaying the last few hours' worth of sexual exploration caused it to stir. As I lay there, motionless and listening to the rain dripping from the eaves, I felt my cock fill, thicken and harden. It was inches from Mom's thigh. "Mmmmmm." Mom moaned very softly, and I realized she was not asleep. "Oh Kev," she whispered, so as not wake Maribella, sleeping soundly, exhausted from all the fucking. "You really have an amazing penis, sweetheart." I made no move, no sound. My heart had begun to pound with the thought that my own mother was laying there studying my hard cock. Mom's hand had been resting softly on my chest. It began to stroke around slowly, gently. I allowed her all the time in the world to simply explore me at her own pace. It took a long time for her to even move around my chest. She made a point of teasing my hard nipples. She then began to stroke circles around my chest and stomach. My cock ached, hard and straight and aiming almost completely at her face. She lifted and removed her thigh and began to run her fingernails down my thigh. She teased me mercilessly, down a thigh, back up the other, tickling around and around my cock but not touching me. She moved a bit and lifted her head so that her lips were right next to my ear. "I hate to fight with you sweetheart." She whispered quietly. "You have always been the love of my life." I caressed her back and hip and squeezed in acknowledgment. "I have always been so proud of you." She whispered again, her lips actually touching my ear, her breath warm and soft. "And now,..." she paused. "Now,... you,... turn me on!" Her voice was so quiet, but my head screamed out silently, repeating what she had said. My cock lurched in response. "There. I said it. I always want to be honest with you darling." She kissed my ear softly. "You make me so turned on." Another soft kiss. "Your cock,..." she hesitated. "Your gorgeous cock, is so,... well,... gorgeous!" Her hand had returned to scratching my chest. "Looking at it makes me want to,... I want to,..." She couldn't actually say it. I waited. By Accident, On Purpose Ch. 02 "Can I touch you?" she whispered, this time so quietly I almost didn't hear her. I could only hear the blood pounding in my ears. "May I touch your gorgeous penis,... Kevin?" I noticed that we were both trembling now. "I know that I'm your mother, and that touching your cock is so wrong, stroking and caressing your perfect penis is so wrong, but,..." I simply tried to lay as still as possible. "I want to sweetheart. I want to feel you in my hand, touch you so intimately, be so naughty with you. Be more than your mother. May I stroke your cock Kevin?" I simply nodded slowly. "Oooooh sweetheart, darling. I think we are both to the enjoy this so much." She cooed into my ear, kissing it again. To be continued... By Accident, On Purpose Ch. 03 "Fuck my son Maribella." Mom had told her, watching as we fucked. They held hands as Maribella fucked me to a noisy orgasm. Mom leaned down and French kissed me like a lover as I spurted deep into this lovely girl. We fell asleep in a jumble. It was dark and raining softly when I awoke. "Mmmmmm." Mom moaned very softly, and I realized she was not asleep. "Oh Kev," she whispered, "You really have an amazing penis, sweetheart." Mom's hand was stroking my body gently, teasing me mercilessly, down a thigh, back up the other, tickling around and around my cock but not touching me. Her lips were right next to my ear. "You... turn me on!" Her voice was so quiet, but my head screamed out silently, repeating what she had said. My cock lurched in response. "There. I said it. I always want to be honest with you darling." She kissed my ear softly. "You make me so turned on." Another soft kiss. "Your cock..." she hesitated. "Your gorgeous cock, is so... well... gorgeous!" Her hand had returned to scratching my chest. "Looking at it makes me want to... I want to..." She couldn't actually say it. I waited. "Can I touch you?" she whispered, this time so quietly I almost didn't hear her. I could only hear the blood pounding in my ears. "May I touch your gorgeous penis... Kevin?" I noticed that we were both trembling now. "I know that I'm your mother, and that touching your cock is so wrong, stroking and caressing your perfect penis is so wrong, but..." I simply tried to lay as still as possible. "I want to sweetheart. I want to feel you in my hand, touch you so intimately, be so naughty with you. Be more than your mother. May I stroke your cock Kevin?" I simply nodded slowly. "Oooooh sweetheart, darling. I think we are both to the enjoy this so much." She cooed into my ear, kissing it again. "Are you really okay with your mother being this naughty?" I simply nodded. She hesitated a long moment. "I hope I don't burn in hell for this, but..." Her hand gently settled on my aching shaft. "Oh god!" she moaned. Her fingers slowly closed around me. "Oh sweetheart. Oh Kevin! So thick and full." She whispered straight into my ear. I could feel her lips on me. Her tongue snaked out and gently caressed my ear. She squeezed and released me a half dozen times. "Oh baby. Your fucking cock!" I laid still and let her explore me. She gently felt every inch, stroked my balls and then stood it up and turned to look at it. She made a happy sounding moan as she began to slowly stroke the length up and down. "So beautiful Kevin." She told me. "Your penis is such a lovely... thick... hard... big cock!" I felt movement and noted that Maribella was awakened by now. "I go?" she whispered, wondering if I wanted to be alone with my mother, as she stroked my erection. My arm around her pulled her tightly to me, letting her know that I wanted her to stay. She readjusted a bit and laid her chin on my chest, watching. "Is so nice, yes?" she asked Mom. "Oh yes! Is very nice." Mom agreed. She was stroking me full length now. "So very nice!" "I kiss?" Maribella asked her. Mom nodded to her. Maribella moved a bit more and Mom held my cock so that Maribella could kiss the tip. Mom gave her loving encouragement as she took the head in her mouth. "Oh yes! That's it sweetheart, take his cock. Suck my son." Mom's hand went from my cock to her face and cupped her cheek as she took me deeper. "Oh Maribella, that is beautiful." I pulled a pillow under my head to watch. Maribella worked up and down taking me deeply, while Mom caressed my tender balls. "Suck it sweetheart. Oh yes, suck that thick cock. That pretty, thick cock." We continued like that for a while, Maribella's sucking became noisier, Mom continued to moan and encourage. Maribella pulled off of me after getting me very close to shooting. "Now you kiss?" Maribella asked, looking to my mother. I felt Mom stiffen a bit at the suggestion. Touching I think was one thing, her boundary, but oral sex with her son was beyond her comfort level. Having gotten no response, Maribella slowly rose from the bed and shuffled around to the other side. I had become so entranced by her limping gait, the way it made her hips sway and her breasts bounce that I became even hotter. She got onto the bed behind Mom, who had watched her progress as well. Maribella spooned up behind my mother and gently took her full breast into her hand. Mom said nothing, but I could tell this situation was pushing her boundaries hard. "Now you kiss." Maribella stated, looking at my mother. It wasn't demanding, so much as offering permission. If it was possible for one person to give another, a mother, permission to suck her son's cock, she was giving it. "Wondrous good to kiss it." She said in her funny English. She was now toying with Mom's nipple and kissed her neck. "Kiss Kevin's cock". She said again. Mom's eyes, wide with a kind of shock, turned to me. I tried to maintain a neutral look; available, even desirous, without looking like I was asking or begging. Mom's look seemed to beg me for my opinion on this momentous occasion. She looked a bit terrified. "I would... so love it." I told her softly. Her panicked look seemed to melt. A slight smile came to her lips. ."Would you?" she asked me softly. "You wouldn't be all freaked out by that?" I smiled and shook my head. I told her again that I would love it. "Oh baby." She said. "I... am so glad to hear that." She grinned shyly. "Because I want to." She admitted. "I am so unbelievably turned on and... feeling so fucking naughty!" There was another long pause as Maribella pulled and twisted her nipple. Mom's eyes rolled shut at the sensation. Her hand found Maribella's and silently encouraged her to continue, then moved to take my cock in her grasp again. ."Normally," she began again smiling demurely, "I am so straight laced and... conservative and... normal. But now I'm about to suck my son's cock." She had such a naughty look on her face, that I giggled. She did too. "I'm going to suck my son's cock." She told me. "I'm going to suck my son's cock." She turned and told Maribella, who simply smiled and nodded. Maribella's hand drifted down from Mom's breast to her hip, her bottom and then between her cheeks. Mom's reaction made it obvious that her pussy was being fondled. "Kiss Kevin's cock". Mom kissed me deeply, then my neck and nipples and then rib cage and stomach. "Oh sweetheart." She moaned, face to face with my cock. "Oh baby." Was all she said before dropping down to kiss the head, wetly. Her lips were soft and elegant, light pressure. Both girls readjusted themselves for comfort. Mom moaned deeply as she slid her soft, wet lips over the head and down the shaft. She moaned again as Maribella began fingering her pussy more deeply. "Yes, Mommy. Suck Kevin. Suck his cock. Chupa es. Chupa the grand pene de sus hijo. Oh si. Oh si!" The incredible thrill, following Maribella's exquisite sucking earlier, had me ready to pop too soon. "Oh Mom! Slow down. Oh go slow. I'm going to cum too fast." She looked up at me, grinning. "Yeah? Oh please do, baby. I want it! Please do." She dropped back onto me and began bobbing furiously. My mind briefly wandered to thoughts of how my father could have possibly given this up. Mom was after my cum. She was tickling my balls and sucking me deeply, gagging slightly. "Oh give it to Mommy." She moaned. "Yes sweetheart darling. Cum in me. Let me taste your sweet thick load." More sucking. "Shoot it sweetheart. Shoot it in my mouth. Feed Mommy." Maribellla's hand was a blur, fucking Mom's pussy fast. My head dropped back onto the pillow. I grabbed both Maribella's hip and Mom's hair as my hips began an involuntary fucking motion. Mom moaned that this was good. "Oh fuck!" I cried out as my cum began to flood her mouth. She emitted a warm gurgling, happy sound at the feel of my flood. She swallowed, then again, drinking my sperm; her sons' sperm. My body continued its herking and jerking, as I finished issuing a ton of cum; my balls ached with the release. Maribella jumped out of bed and shuffled quickly around the bed again, climbing back on to face my Mother. She understood immediately and they shared a long deep kiss sharing my cum between them. Maribella then brought some of my cum to me. I took it from her lips and tongue; it wasn't bad. We cuddled up again. The rain was now pounding with such force it sounded like the roof would cave. We fell asleep regardless. The pounding sound didn't wake us again. Faint light filtered in. I was somewhat confused at the unfamiliar surroundings. I was in Maribella's' room. I gazed around at her sparse furnishings and the few knick knacks that she had gathered over her life of... I realized I didn't know how many years. I made a note to ask her later. My thoughts drifted to the sensation of having Mom lay with us last night. In my dozing state I had to replay the events of last night to even remember that she had stroked my cock, then actually sucked on it until I came in her mouth. My cock began to rise at this momery, but my head was overcome with fear as to what she might be thinking, this "morning after". I rose from the bed and pulled a wrap around my midsection, covering my thick bouncing penis. There was a delicious scent coming from the kitchen as I passed it. Maribella was dressed in her kitchen outfit, chef's jacket and long apron, while speaking with some vendor on the front porch. Neither noticed me as I slunk passed. Mom was not in her room. I couldn't find her anywhere. After yesterday's revelation from my father, I feared anything might be possible. Beginning to panic I ran to the path to the beach and reaching a clearing noticed her sitting alone in a chair, far below, watching the surf. I stood watching to see if she gave any hint as to her thoughts, but she sat motionless. Though the sun was technically up, it would be awhile before its rays would reach the beach. I went back to the kitchen and found Maribella cooking something for dinner. She had made some fresh pastries and strong coffee for us, but didn't know we were up. She made no motion to embrace me, kiss me, or even acknowledge that we had fucked last night. I approached her cautiously and slowly pulled her into my arms. She seemed neutral about it, as if her service was to be expected and required no tip. "Kiss me?" I asked her. She gave me a look that I had come to recognize as her questioning why I would want to. She relented though, more out of what felt like duty than desire. "You don't want to kiss me?" I asked. She haltingly told me that she did; very much, but would never assume that I would want to, or that she could decide to, either way. "Do you wish to kiss me?" I asked again. She admitted that she did. "Then do it." What followed was one of the most passionate kisses I have ever had. It began tentatively, but when I was agreeable, Maribella became possessed with the desire to kiss the living shit out of me!! We ended up nude and hard and wet against each other, but didn't fuck right there. She was pulling at me, biting my lips gently, sucking my tongue, nibbling my shoulders and pulling me so tightly against her, I could barely catch my breath. Finally, when she pulled away, she seemed shy and embarrassed for letting herself go like that. I smiled and pulled her back to me. I kissed her softly, letting her know that I had enjoyed her abandon. I turned her around and laid her over the counter, pressing my cock against her wet pussy. Pulling her head back by a handful of her hair, I kissed her neck. "I want to fuck you again... later." I whispered. "Would that be okay?" "Oh señor," she responded, "Señor Kevin. Fuck me now." I thrust my painful cock against her wetness for a moment then pulled away. "Later." I told her. She looked over her shoulder at me, with a look that begged to be hammered deeply, but I grabbed the waiting tray of coffee and pastries and headed out, winking at her. She stayed bent over and simply settled her chin in her hand, giving me a naughty longing look. My hard on led the way out. I headed nude for the beach. Mom was still watching the waves, wrapped in a blanket, as I approached with the tray of goodies. "Good morning." I stated simply. She made no motion; not startled, not expecting me. This by itself was a bit alarming. I pulled a table and a chair over and sat down quietly. We were both quiet. I fixed myself a cup of Joe and ate a pastry. I then poured her a cup and asked if she wanted anything in it. She always took cream and a bit of sugar. She finally turned to face me. She studied my face for a long moment, then looked to the cup and simply nodded. I fixed it the way I recalled she took it. She smiled wanly as she took the cup from me, carefully avoiding contact between our fingers. We sat motionless, soundless for roughly 20 minutes. Finally, I started, "Mom, I..." "Kevin..." she said. I totally froze. She had used that tone of voice reserved for moments when I was truly and deeply in trouble; the voice that said 'Don't you say another word!' Another long silence ensued. Finally she chuckled a bit, but not in a good way. "Who am I?" she finally asked, to no one in particular. I was afraid to answer. She then turned to face me. "Who am I?" she asked again. I had no answer, but was suddenly ready to drawl under the sand. A storm was brewing in her eyes. "Do you know?" her tone was growing insistent. "Do you? 'Cause I don't." she was shaking her head a bit. "What... the fuck?!" she asked to the ocean, returning her stern gaze to it. I had absolutely no idea how to proceed, sitting almost hip to hip with a live grenade. I noted that my penis, so proud and full moments before, was retreating fast. "I just don't get it." She continued, to the light breeze. "Who have I become? I mean... apparently I'm the kind of woman men leave at home while they have families elsewhere. That appreciates the smallest measure of affection from her husband, put up with the... the... limited fucking, because he's already shot his load in someone else." Another horrible pause. "The kind of woman, who, when the shit gets in the fan... wants to... wants to..." I felt the pressure building. "She wants to fuck her only son!!" she yelled at last. "Mom." I said trying to contain the maelstrom. "No!" she exclaimed, turning to me. "No! You don't get to..." Her eyes were crazy, she was losing it. "I'm you mother! I should have feelings like this!! I mean... Holy shit... I..." Her eyes shot to my wilted penis. "I... I..." her hand came up to cover her mouth. "I sucked your cock, Kevin!" Now I was really shocked that she would admit it, aloud. "I swallowed your cum!" "Mom, please don't; feel bad about..." "I don't!" she stated loudly through her hand over her mouth. "I don't! Can you believe that?! What the fuck?!" I was confused now. She must have seen it in my eyes. "Apparently I'm the kind of woman who sucks her son's cock, eats his cum and loves it!" I was aghast. "Yeah! I loved it! I loved it Kevin!!" she was fully shouting now. She slumped back in her chair as if to say, 'How you like them apples?'. We gazed into each other's crazy eyes for a bit. I watched her entire countenance change. The confusion and bewilderment left her eyes, then sadness overtook them, then tears came. ."I just want to go home." She said as she began to sob. "I want to go home to my husband, my family, my friends, my normal life." My heart now ached for her desolation. "I want my life back." She sobbed. As she slumped in her chair, the blanket around her shoulders fell and both of her breasts became exposed. With this bewildering display, I was starting to become aroused again. I silently chided myself for being so unfeeling and then dropped to my knees in the sand. I gathered her hands in mine and simply held them. "I want to go home." She repeated sobbing. I knelt there for awhile as she cried. My heart ached for her, for me, for the family that was; now totally demolished. It also ached at the fact that I had taken advantage of her fragile state to get a sexual thrill for myself. My tears were flowing now as well. I stood, pulled her to her feet and then lifted her into my arms. She felt limp and poured out. Her head lolled against my shoulder as I repositioned her on me and then sat back in my chair, enfolding her in me. I reached over and pulled her blanket over us and we sat there for a long time, in the shade of the mountain behind us, daytime but not yet sunny. Mom jerked in her sleep, waking us both. We had fallen asleep, her on my lap, my legs completely asleep as well. "Sorry." She whispered into my neck. Awake now, I simply held her, becoming more aware of every inch of her nude skin that touched mine. One of her breasts was completely exposed, the nipple stiff in the slight breeze. My hand was actually resting on her hip, so low it was actually touching her butt. Her arm was around me, her hand on my hip. Her free hand came gently up to touch my face. "I'm so sorry." She whispered again. I was sleepily trying to figure out what she was sorry for. "So, so sorry." She repeated. "For what?" I asked, kissing the top of her head. "For... for doing..." she stammered. "You know." My silence indicated that I did not know. "You know. For doing what I did." "It's natural." I said, letting her know that crying over her being left by my father was okay, it was not her fault. "Hardly natural, Kevin." She said slightly sternly. "Dad leaving was not your fault." I told her. "I'm sorry for doing what I did." She repeated after a long, thoughtful pause. "Sorry for taking advantage of you." "Taking advantage of me?" I asked confused. "It was unbelievably wrong. I can't believe I did that." "Did what?" "Kevin. It's embarrassing enough without..." "What are you talking about?" Mom pushed up enough to look me in the eye. "Your cock?" she said in an embarrassed whisper. "Sucking your... sucking your cock Kevin." She could not even look me in the eye, for this confession. Her hand came up and covered her face in shame. "Oh my god!" I feared to make it far worse, but could not resist saying, "That was so incredible." "Kevin!" Her eyes were on mine again. Her voice had the same 'Don't you say another word!' tone. "Well, it was. You were incredible. You ARE incredible!" Her eyes continued to glare at me, voicing my positive opinion about something so shameful. Mom was shaking her head. "I need to get home." She said as she tried to get up off of me. I grabbed her hand and prevented her moving. "Home to what?" I asked. We shared a long intense look, before she slumped into me again, defeated. "Who am I?" she asked again. I stroked her hair. "Andrea Jean Mallory." I answered. "My mother. My beautiful, wonderful... sexy... gorgeous mother. You are who you always were. She shook her head at me. "No. Not anymore." she disagreed. "I have become... I don't know what." she looked to me again. "What? You're different? Someone else? Your husband left you, so... you're not you anymore?" "But... what I did... with you..." "What? You gave me some pleasure. You're different now?" "Gave you some pleasure? I didn't scratch your back, Kevin." She said loudly, then dropped her voice and whispered, "I stroked you... I... sucked you." I reveled in the memory of it. "I sucked your cock baby. THAT makes me different. I don't know what got into me." "Did you hate it?" I asked, she looked surprised at the question, but shook her head. "Did I force you to?" "No baby! Of course not...I..." "Did I enjoy it?" This genuinely confused her. She seemed worried that I had not. "Did... you?" she asked, "Did you enjoy it?" I smiled and nodded. Her hand came up to cover her mouth and she had to look away, embarrassed. By Accident, On Purpose Ch. 03 "I fucking loved it." I whispered in her ear. "You were incredible!" "Kevin!" she scolded, but far more mildly now. "You were incredible!" I repeated into her ear, then kissed it. "I loved it." I told her. "I love this." She looked at me confused. "Here you sit on my lap, both of us completely nude. You are so beautiful in the nude. You body is exquisite! You make my cock wildly erect, if you couldn't tell." She admitted that she could; it was pressing into her bottom. "And you give the most incredible head I've ever had." Her scolding look returned. "I'm very serious! Your mouth gives me exquisite pleasure. You suck me so perfectly." "But that's my problem." Mom stated firmly, then whispered in my ear, "I enjoyed doing it. What sort of mother does that, AND enjoys doing that to her son?" "A mother that completely loves her son." "Well not COMPLETELY." She said almost giggling. "Bad enough to suck her son's cock, but to completely love her son, that is full-on incest." Now I was shocked, out conversation went from a blowjob to complete fucking in an instant. My penis jumped at the thought, which brought her gaze back to mine. "What are you doing?" she asked. I told her that I was doing nothing. "Why is your fat cock twitching against my bottom?" I smiled sheepishly and shrugged. "Aren't you bothered by this?" I shook my head. "You're not? You're not bothered by having your mommy suck your thick cock?" I shook my head again. "The idea of fucking your mother's pussy doesn't disgust you?" "It does not." I stated clearly. She gave me a long look, then gazed out at the sea again. My cock was gently pulsing against her bottom. We were actually talking about the two of us fucking. I was feeling faint. "I do need to get up though. My legs are asleep." I told her after she was thoughtful for a long time. She jumped out of my lap. My mother stood gloriously naked before me, reaching out her hands to help me up. I tried to stand, but my legs would not work. I flopped back in the chair. She stood with hands on her hips smiling at me. Her smile faded as her eyes dropped down to my erection. "Mmmmm Kevin." She drawled out sexily. "I can honestly say darling... that I have never seen a more beautiful penis in my life." I sat there and let her gaze at me. "I don't know about fucking baby. I really think that is just way too far into the incest pool for me, for us!" Her eyes came up to mine then back to my manhood. "Would you think me too horribly wicked if I sucked that gorgeous meat again?" My smile gave her my full approval. "Oh Kevin. Your mother is such a slut." Mom said as she dropped to her knees, resigned to do what her body, not her mind was demanding. God help me, I want your fat cock sweetheart." She reached out, took my cock in one hand, my balls in the other. "I love your sweet cock darling. Mother wants to suck her son's cock. Doesn't that sound so wicked? Mommy wants her boys big dick." She leaned in and kissed the tip. "Mmmmm, go on and say it, I'm a slut. I'm a mommy that sucks her son's big dick." With that she engulfed the head and half of my shaft, and moaned loudly that she was pleased with it. "Oh god, Mom! Suck it baby. Yeah suck that fat cock! What a sweet cocksucking mommy you are!" she moaned that she was. I gazed around from the incredible sight of my mother giving me a blowjob, to try and keep from cumming too fast. My hand found the back of her head and gathered a wad of her hair. She moaned her approval. I pulled her down a bit so that the head of my cock tickled her throat. This produced the sexiest gagging sound. "Yeah. Gag on the big cock, Mom. Mmmm suck it! Take it deep!" she did without my pulling. She gagged again, then again. "Ooooh yeah! So deep! You suck your son's cock so deep in your slutty, mommy mouth!" "I'm gonna cum!" I told her. She simply nodded around my thick shaft. "Yeah? You want your boy's cum, lover?" She did. She was possessed with the need to swallow my entire length. "Yeah swallow it. Swallow that huge cock, Mom. Suck it baby! Yeah! Make me cum in your mouth." Two more quick plunges of her sexy lips around me, and I began to explode in her mouth. She coughed a bit at the first spurt, but collected herself and began to gulp down my seed. "Oh yeah! Take my cum Mom. Take that sweet cum, Mommy! Drink it all!" She did, an incestuous mouthful of her son's thick sperm. "Oh baby!" she panted. "Oh fuck! My sweet baby! You are so awesome! What a fabulous cock, darling. I love it! I love your beautiful cock! I love to suck it! I want it in me." I was shocked a bit at this confession. "Oh don't look so shocked. Of course I want it! It's incredible, I adore you above everyone in the world. I want you to fuck me with this sweet cock!" she took it completely in her mouth again. "Mmmmmmm, yeah!" she said loudly slurping it as it popped from her mouth. "I want it up my pussy! I want to get fucked hard and deep by my very own son. My handsome, studly son!" "Come with me!" she told me standing. She pulled me to my feet. We kissed deeply. "Apparently I've become a woman who fucks her son." She giggled as we kissed again. She took my hand and fairly led me to the trail back to the villa. To be continued... By Accident, On Purpose Ch. 04 "Mmmmm Kevin." My mother told me. "I can honestly say darling, ... that I have never seen a more beautiful penis in my life." I sat there and let her gaze at me. "I don't know about fucking baby. I really think that is just way too far into the incest pool for me, for us!" Things had progressed so quickly between us; this trip, Dad's leaving, and the manner in which he did, my sexy encounter with Maribella, as Mom watched. Mom's fascination with my cock; her own son's naked, erect penis. She had sucked it last night, so incredibly. Now here we were again, her playing with me as I sat nude on the beach with her. Her eyes came up to mine then back to my manhood. "Would you think me too horribly wicked if I sucked that gorgeous meat again?" My smile gave her my full approval. "Oh Kevin. Your mother is such a slut." Mom said as she dropped to her knees, resigned to do what her body, not her mind was demanding. "God help me, I want your fat cock sweetheart." She reached out, took my cock in one hand, my balls in the other. "I love your sweet cock darling. Mother wants to suck her son's cock. Doesn't that sound so wicked? Mommy wants her boys big dick." She leaned in and kissed the tip. "Mmmmm, go on and say it, I'm a slut. I'm a mommy that sucks her son's big dick." With that she engulfed the head and half of my shaft, and moaned loudly that she was pleased with it. I used the most outrageous language on her as she sucked me off. I exploded in her mouth. She coughed a bit at the first spurt, but collected herself and began to gulp down my seed. "Oh yeah! Take my cum Mom. Take that sweet cum, Mommy! Drink it all!" She did, an incestuous mouthful of her son's thick sperm. "Oh baby!" she panted. "Oh fuck! My sweet baby! You are so awesome! What a fabulous cock, darling. I love it! I love your beautiful cock! I love to suck it! I want it in me." She then admitted, "I want you to fuck me with this sweet cock!" she took it completely in her mouth again. "Mmmmmmm, yeah!" she said loudly slurping it as it popped from her mouth. "I want it up my pussy! I want to get fucked hard and deep by my very own son. My handsome, studly son!" "Come with me!" she told me standing. She pulled me to my feet. We kissed deeply. "Apparently I've become a woman who fucks her son." She giggled as we kissed again. I pushed the blanket from her shoulders and revealed her nude body. It was glorious! She was a gorgeous sexy woman, with an incredible shape. The fact that she was my mother, made it that much more intense for me to look at the most private parts of her; my mother's nude breasts, her naked bottom, her nude pussy. We gathered her blanket and headed to the villa path. Little was said as we walked. Our pace was quick but not frantic. I was trying not to seem too eager. It felt like she was trying to buy some time by not going too fast. Regardless we arrived at the villa in record time. Maribella was nowhere in sight. We went to my room and discovered that Maribella had laid out an incredible spread of food and drink for us. Fresh fruit juices in tiny glasses, sliced melons and other little treats, arranged as if she anticipated that we would climb into my bed and feed each other morsels and sips of juice and champagne, which was also chilling at the bedside. That is exactly what we did. I climbed into bed and laid on my back facing her. Mom had wrapped herself in the blanket again, from the morning chill and now, standing at the foot of my enormous bed, made a show of stripping it slowly off her body, revealing her shape and nakedness to me. I made no effort to hide my thick cock, which she eyed hungrily. I wasn't exactly hard, as I laid back in a pile of pillows, but was getting there again. She crawled slowly up to me. She kissed both thighs, both hips, gently kissed my tender balls and followed that with a long tracing of my cock with her tongue. She kissed my stomach and chest and then, straddling my legs, she kissed my mouth. "I love you Kevin." She told me with all seriousness. I told her the same. "Mmmmm. It is amazing to say that, ... heck I've said it every day since you were born, ... but now, ... to say it, .. and mean it, this way, ..." her voice trailed off. We shared a long look. "I love you. I love you in THAT way. Like a lover." She smiled a bit shyly which was entrancing. "I want to tell you how much I love you, ... as you fuck me." We kissed more passionately than ever. She remained on top of me for a while, as we sipped and fed each other. She put ripe, juicy mango on my cock and licked it off. I smeared a passion-fruit compote on both her nipples and sucked it off. She oohed and ahhed. "Mmmm sweetheart, you were always so good at sucking my tits, I mean, as a baby." I gave her a look as if to ask 'Yeah?' "Oh yeah, baby! You gave such good head to my aching nipples, when I needed it most. You grew up so fat and healthy on mommy's milk, baby. My tits would be near to bursting, when I would give them to you. You would suck and suck and suck, ... Mmmmm yeah, just like that!!" She cradled my head to her chest. "I don't recall though," she whispered seriously, "that your fat cock would poke me in the butt like this when you were little." We both burst out laughing, as she reached behind and stroked me lovingly. "Mmmmmm fat cock." Her tongue snaked out and licked her lips. "Kevin?" I turned my full attention to her. "Are you truly sure that you are okay with my wanting to fuck you?" I smiled and nodded. "You're totally okay with fucking your mother, even though you and I both know how wrong that is?" I took her face in both my hands and simply gazed into her eyes. "I love you so much." I said simply. "I am so in love with you, Andrea Jean Mallory. Mother, Mom. All of you. I want all of you." I wanted to make myself very clear. "I admit that it turns me on that you're my mother and to fuck you will be the most naughty, incestuous, intensely sexy thing I could ever hope to imagine, ... but truly, I love you so much, as a woman, a beautiful, sexy, adult, strong woman. If you were not my mother I would want you just as badly." She was now staring into my eyes intently. "The sexy naughtiness of who 'we' are, does not even compare to how much I want you as simply 'Andrea Jean'. I love you because of who YOU are." Mom now had a misty look in her eyes, and I pulled her down for the softest, most romantic, loving kiss ever. She was melting into me. We were melting into each other. We shared a soulful kiss that didn't have the fiery passion of a moment ago, but was now a soft lingering dance of our lips that conveyed how much we adored each other, as people. My hands left her face and traveled the wonderful contours of her shoulders and back; her hips and tight round bottom. Her hips moved almost imperceptibly, but I could feel her wetness on my stomach, her smooth pussy lips stroking gently back and forth. She moved up and back a bit, allowing my cock to slip off of her butt and flop heavily onto my stomach. She settled her pussy onto the shaft, not in her, but under her. "Mmmmmmm." She moaned into my mouth and she gently began to slip back and forth over it, the head bumping into her clit. She pushed back just a bit so that our noses were touching. She kissed mine and smiled sweetly. She placed both hands on my chest and slowly pushed herself back up into as sitting position and then looked down to see my cock appearing from between her labia. "Ohhhh Kevin." She said simply. I looked down to see my cock working between us. It looked very large compared to her tiny pussy. It would disappear and then reappear wetter and wetter each time, as she rode me slowly. "Oh my goodness, Kevin, ... My sweet, sweet lover-son. You are going to hurt me with that huge cock, I fear, but I really don't care." "I would never hurt you, ..." I began. Her eyes came to mine with a smile. "No sweetheart. I don't mean like that. It's not even a bad thing. You're gonna hurt me so good. My little pussy hasn't seen any action for some time, and you're, ... well, ... you're huge sweetie." I relaxed a bit. "Kevin, darling, you are going to fuck your mother so good baby, but you're gonna have to take it slow at first. It may be a bit of a struggle to get your fat cock in me." "In fact," she began again after a long pause of watching my cock stroking her pussy, "now that it comes to it, I'm a bit afraid." I asked her of what. "Afraid of your size, afraid of the discomfort, ... afraid," she said, looking up at me again, "of how much I'm going to love it." "Kevin, you are going to stretch me, ... stretch my pussy open and fill me up so completely, ... it is every woman's dream to have that feeling. I am about to have the fuck of my life right now, with you, my son, you are going to give me the most incredible fuck of my entire life." "Feel that." She told me. "I am so fucking wet for you!" she kissed me again, then sat up straight, her breasts jutting out towards me. I took them lovingly in my hands. "Mmmm yes. We are the naughtiest Mom and Son ever. Nude together, aroused, Mom straddling her son and stroking her soaking wet pussy over his incredible, huge, hard cock. We are so close to fucking right now." I had her hips in my hands and was pulling her back and forth over me. "Fuck me, lover." I told her simply. She smiled and kissed me. I felt her reach between us with her right hand and gently grasp my shaft. She moved a bit and lined me up with her vagina. As she moved back I began to realize that this was not going to be a regular, or even an easy fuck; Mom was unimaginably tight!!! She leaned her head into my shoulder and worked on my cock. I had been with 2 different girls who had wanted to try anal sex. This felt like that. One girl couldn't begin to get me in her tight little ass, so we gave up after much grunting and squealing. As I would begin to enter, she would levitate off of me, crying out in pain. Mom seemed somehow, a tiny bit tighter. My cock was by now achingly hard, which didn't help matters, by being too rigid. Mom worked her pussy lips over the head, numerous times, trying to press down onto me. She too would lurch forward off of me when it became too much. I would feel her vagina begin to open for me, but not enough to allow passage. I held her hips and didn't move a muscle; I let her do all of the moving, at her own pace. "Oh lord in heaven!" she hissed through clenched teeth. "Kevin, you are so huge! Oh sweetheart, my pussy is drooling for you for your sweet cock, but, ..." She moved up a bit and went back to stroking over me. "Holy cashmoly! I don't know! Fuck me you're so huge sweetheart. Plus I'm so tiny in that department." I asked her what she meant. "Oh baby, even your father thought I was too tight; and he was not built the way you are." A slight smile crept across her face. "Your father was nothing like you, sweetheart darling. He was barely half your size." I frowned, in wonder. 'Where did I get the big dick from?' I wondered briefly. "Maybe, ..." Mom said as she pushed back farther until she flopped backwards onto my bed. "Maybe I'll just lay here and let you have your way with me." She played with her tits with one hand and strummed a tune on her clit with the other. "Lay here and let you fuck me." I got up, picked her up and laid her back into my bed where I had been, and then arranged myself comfortably between her thighs, so that I could eat her pussy. I did, for a good 40 minutes, while she came and came for me. I had worked 2 fingers in her, though it had taken a very long time. She had cum twice before I began to jerk her off in earnest; hammering my fingers into her, over her G-spot, until she gushed into my hand. I caught some of her delicious flow with my tongue. This must have been a new sensation for her, as her startled look and concerned expression made me giggle. "You never squirted before?" I asked her. She shook her head in concerned wonder. "Squirted?" she asked me. I explained squirting orgasms for women and she listened, rapt, probably wondering how I knew about them. Finally, satisfied that everything was normal, she relaxed back in the pillows. "How'd you get to be such an experienced lover?" she asked me, a wide grin on her face. Her tongue peeked out the corner of her mouth in such an innocent, playful way that I almost took her right there and then. I got on my knees and crawled slowly towards her. She looked a tiny bit afraid. "I would never hurt you." I repeated. "I know that, ... Lover." She whispered, relaxing visibly. Her hand caressed my cheek lovingly. "Fill me?" she questioned with a sexy, innocent look, like a virgin, preparing to be deflowered. In a way she probably was. "Fill my tight pussy with your huge cock, ... son?" This last word was emphasized to enhance the naughtiness of our coupling. I was going to; even if it took all day to get in her. I scooted forward and reached down to lay my heavy cock onto her vulva. It was instantly wet with her lubrication. I gently, slowly slid back and forth over her. Her eyes had a burning intensity in them, anticipating the feeling of me in her. Her legs wrapped around me, ankles locked together behind me, her thighs over mine. I took the opportunity to really take in the visual beauty of my mom's naked body. Her skin was velvet as I caressed her thighs and hips. Her hands settled over mine and held them there as I worked my hips. Mom's breasts were a vision to me as I stroked over her. Perfect shape, slightly resting to the sides, like natural breasts do, nipples hard as bullets and surrounded by gorgeous pink areolas, the size of silver dollars. They moved ever so slightly as I pressed against her, bobbing sexily up and down. She noticed me staring at them and took both tits in her hands and kneaded them upwards, towards the center. Her fingertips squeezed all the way to the nipples, which she pulled out firmly, then began again at the base. I watched, entranced as she milked her tits again and again for me. "You always did love my tits." She whispered. I gave her a questioning look. "When you were a baby, you couldn't get enough. You would stay latched on even when you were done eating. Up until the time you turned, ... oh 6 I think, ... you were always working your hands into my shirt. It used to bug your Dad, but I never cared. I wanted you to." I slid my hands up her ribcage and took her full soft flesh from her. She let me mimic her milking of those gorgeous tits, ending with the same tugging of her nipples. "Yes baby. Play with Mommy's tits sweetheart. I know you want to. And I want you to. I have waited so long for someone to love them the way you do." I tried to communicate how much I adored them. "I know you do baby, I can tell. They love you too. Especially when you, ... Mmmmm!" she moaned as I tugged her tender nipples hard. I shook them gently, watching the soft tissue jiggle and bounce for me. "Mmmmm, Mommy has such tender titties for you." I leaned down and spent a long time kissing each nipple in turn, sucking and licking. "God, I wish there was still milk in these." I told her. "Oh fuck baby! I do too. I wish I had that sweet, warm milk for your mouth. I would feed you every day, 3 or 4 times a day! Let you suck Mommy's titties and drink my milk." I wasn't sure if it was possible, but she seemed even wetter under my cock. I moved up and looked her in the eye. "I love you so much." I told her. She grabbed me and crushed her lips to mine. We shared a passionate kiss that left me feeling faint. "Even before I penetrate your with my penis, ... before I fuck your sweet pussy, ... I am making love to you. Right now" She had a misty look in her eyes. "I am making love to you right now. I am making love to my mother, and I couldn't care less what people might think. We are naughty together, and I love it!!" We shared another exquisite kiss, as she humped up against my cock. "Mmmph." She moaned into my mouth. "Oh Kevin, baby, ... I don't think I can take any more. I need you in me. I need that huge cock up in my body." She had my face in both hands, holding tightly as she humped against me. "I need you to fuck my sweet pussy." I grinned wide at this admission and then pushed back up on my knees. I looked down to see my cock laying on her clit. It looked quite large against her tiny pussy. Her swollen mound was slick with her juice, the sexy smooth skin where her thigh met her labia, was shiny as well. "It's time, I think." I told her. Her look grew quite serious. 'This was it.' It seemed to say. "We really are going to fuck, aren't we?" She asked with very real seriousness. I smiled gently and nodded. "Mother and son." She whispered quietly. I reached down and took hold of my aching cock. I had to scoot back a bit to fit the length between us. I stroked the head over and between her lips. She reached behind her head, pulling it forward so that she could watch as well. We took a minute to rearrange the pillows so that she could see my cock as it entered her. She then relaxed and allowed me to continue. I stroked the head over her clit, back and forth over the hood, and then between her lips again and again. I lodged it right at the opening of her vagina and applied a bit of pressure, the resistance was amazing. "Fuck Mom, you are so tight." "I kind of thought so before, but your cock is really big, sweetie." As I applied more and more pressure, the head began to ease in just a bit. Mom gave a slight moan and a slightly pained expression drifted across her face; not pained exactly, but I could tell I was stretching her. "When was the last time you did this?" I asked her. Her eyes flashed to me, looking slightly embarrassed. "Well," she hesitated, "it's actually been a couple of years." She admitted. I was shocked. A flash of anger washed over me again at my father's behavior. Not so much the leaving part, I was coming to terms with that decision, much as I might disagree, but to leave this wonderful, sexy, darling woman untouched, unsatisfied for so long, was criminal. "Well, after today, ... if you want it, ... I promise to fuck you so beautifully, so lovingly, every single day." Her look was a seductive blend of adoration, appreciation and unbridled arousal. "Well, ... studly son of mine, ... I will hold you to that promise. I would LOVE to let you fuck me!! Every day!!" I pressed a bit harder and the head of my cock slipped tightly inside of her pussy. She gasped a bit of air and gripped the sheets tightly. I withdrew. Her pussy snapped shut as I exited. "Oh! My!" she panted. "Fuck me, you are huge Kev." Her surprised look morphed into one of naughty playfulness. "You may have to go really, really slow with me, but goddam that felt amazing." I pressed the head into her again, and got the same response. After I retreated, she giggled a bit. "Oh my fucking god, Kev. This is going to be something, trying to get you in me." She leaned down to see my cock poised at her opening. "You're so fucking huge, baby!" She alternated looking me in the eye and at my cock poised against her opening. I repeated, a dozen times or more, the gentle, firm press of my cock head into the opening of her vagina, then withdrawing completely. Finally she was used to this much of me. The progress moved agonizingly slowly, torturing us both, as I would then lay it full and hard on her vulva and lean down to kiss her, then back up, to give her just the head. By now I had about 3 inches in her. It had taken a long time to reach even this shallow depth. Mom's eyes had begun to roll shut with each entry. She would lay her head back slowly and then raise it again to take in the awesome view of her son's cock penetrating her. "So full!" she moaned quietly. "Oh baby, I am so filled with you. I have never felt this stretched before!" she leaned up to take a look. "Oh fuck!!" she cried out, falling back onto the pillows. "You're not even in me yet!" Her pussy was stretched so tightly around my girth that her clitoris was stuck up proudly. I wet my thumb and gently stroked it and the hood. "Oh yes, baby!! Oh I'm gonna cum, baby!!" By Accident, On Purpose Ch. 04 "Play with your tits for me?" I asked her. Her eyes flew open with a sexy smile and she grabbed them both and began to milk them again. "Yeah? You like that? You naughty boy!! You re fucking your mother and she's gonna cum all over your huge cock." I began to use short shallow strokes, of the bit that was in her. She began a litany of "Oh fuck!"s that continued until she came hard, her entire body tight as a drum head. I just kept moving that tiny bit in and out, faster and faster. She finally exploded with a howl that might have brought the fire department, back home. Somewhat self consciously, I glanced around to ensure our privacy and noticed Maribella peeking in from my bathroom. She seemed sheepish at being discovered, but I simply smiled. I did not beckon her, nor did she seem like she wanted to enter. This was a private moment; she understood. Mom's hands came to my chest. "Oh baby!" she gasped. "Oh baby!" she pushed a bit more until I slid out of her. "Oh fuck! Oh wait!" She was fighting to draw breath. "I need, ... a minute, ... Oh fuck!" I withdrew completely and simply laid my cock on top of her again. She continued to abuse her titties, while she caught her breath, eyes screwed tightly shut. At last her breathing calmed and her eyes came open on me. She seemed embarrassed. "Holy shit, sweetheart, ..." I grinned. "What an incredible fuck baby!" I reminded her that we hadn't actually fucked yet. "I haven't really gotten in you yet." She shook her head in wonder. "There's a lot more of me to go, I'm afraid." She burst out laughing, the dam of her tensioning bursting as well. "Well then, ... I need a minute to gather myself for that, then sweetheart." I leaned down and we kissed deeply. Her arms came around me she crushed me to her. We kissed long and deep and then she pulled my face back from hers; we shared a long look. "I need to pee." She stated plainly. I smiled. She pushed me back and jumped up, heading for the bathroom. This caught Maribella completely off-guard. She had been leaning on the door frame, nude and quietly masturbating, when she suddenly scrambled to try and hide, comically flailing her arms and looking around for a hiding place. Mom laughed out loud at her predicament and simply went to her and wrapped her arms around her and they kissed. Maribella visibly relaxed then, as Mom went to pee. When Mom returned, Maribella made herself scarce. We shared some more fruit, feeding each other and kissing a bit. We drank some champagne, and busied ourselves without speaking at all. It was funny how domestic we were acting, mother and son, nude and aroused. Finally, Mom laid back into the pillows again and ran her fingernails over my thigh, enticingly. She opened her legs for me and simply waited. I fed her one more exquisite morsel of the ripest mango and then kissed her lips softly. I then moved to kneel again between her thighs. We assumed the same position, readying ourselves for more of the same. I repeated almost exactly the same pace and actions that had led to my being a third of the way in her body before. The slow pace created the same insane arousal in us both. This time her eyes never left mine, as I worked gently, but forcefully into her. They did seem to lose focus a bit when I went deep. She milked her tits for me which I was enthralled by. I gathered her clitoris in her hood, between thumb and forefinger and jacked her off, like a little cock. She was building up to cum again. By now I had half my cock in her. I reached back to take hold of her head and pull her up so that she could see the progress between us. A deep, satisfied moan came from her. She was not as tight in this deep as she had been at the opening. I felt as though I could now sink in her completely without causing damage. "Andrea Jean?" I asked her. Her eyes focused on me at her name. "Are you ready for all of me?" She steeled herself for it, then nodded seriously. "Yeah? I think you are, and I can't take anymore of this. I need to sink it all the way in you now." "I'm ready, ... Kevin. I'm ready. Give me all of your love, sweetheart." She then followed it by saying, "Maribella?" I glanced over to see her peeking again. Mom didn't even look her way, she simply knew she was there. "Maribella?" she repeated and reached a hand out for her. Maribella shyly entered the room. She looked as if she had been totally caught red-handed, spying on the guests. Mom's hand remained open and inviting. Maribella, slowly crossed the room and took it. It was then that Mom turned to smile at her and patted the bed for her to sit and watch. "I got to watch you with Kevin. Now you get to watch me. Watch my son fuck his mother." Maribella repeated this last part in Spanish, but so quietly we almost couldn't hear her. "I'm ready, sweet lover son. Fuck me. Fuck your mother so deep baby." I began to move in her again, slowly gently, out then back in, using half of my cock, sticky and wet with her juice. I withdrew to just the tip, gazed into her eyes and then pushed forward. It was a fairly slow insertion, but it didn't end and didn't end, until finally I forced it right down to the root, out pubic bones mashed against each other. Mom was practically doubled over, muscles tightly constricted, watching me bottom out. Her breath was held tightly, and she remained coiled like a spring. "FFFFUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!" she cried out at last, expelling her held breath. Her body came loose and she flopped back into the pillows. She gasped a few deep breaths. "FFFFUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!" she cried out again. I remained very still, crammed into her so deep. She seemed like she was struggling to catch breath. I withdrew completely, which brought her eyes open with a panicked expression, like I might stop. Instead I worked my full length back into her again. Her eyes rolled closed and she nodded and smiled slightly. I then did it again, then again. "Oh yes, Kev!" she said quietly, without enough breath to make it loud. "Oh fuck yes, Kev!" I continued my full length, deep strokes in and out. "Oh yes! Fuck me, Kev!" Her eyes now remained closed, as she concentrated on the sensations inside her body. "Oh yes! Stretch me, Kev! Fuck that pussy!! Oh yes! Fuck that pussy!!" I began to move a bit faster in her. She kept up a string of "Fuck me!" s until she reached another climax. She was so limp that her body just orgasmed without her even moving. Her wide smile told all. Her pussy gushed weakly around my cock which pumped more fluid out of her. She seemed completely drunk to me. By now I was beginning to pound her little body. Tits bobbing and the bed quaking. She had handfuls of my sheets, but they did little to stabilize her from the effect of my body crashing into hers. "Shoot in me, Kev." She said weakly. "Fill me with your cum, my sweetheart boy. I want to feel you shoot your cum inside of my body, baby." I was getting close and told her so. "Mmmmm yeah, ... son! My studly fucking son! Give me your cum. Flood my insides!" Maribella sensed the impending explosion and moved around so she could reach between my legs and caress my tight scrotum. She ticked my balls and brought to the point quickly. "Here I cum, Mom!" I told her. Mom ooohed and ahhed, egging me on. "Your loving son is going to shoot his cum inside your pussy." She drunkenly smiled and nodded. I was so close! 3 more thrusts! I jammed my cock in her tight hole and then withdrawing it to prolong that crashing sensation, I waited one more second, then shoved it home and burst my sperm into her warm vagina. Her eyes came open at that sensation and she watched me intently as I lurched and jerked, working it deeply in her and spurting warm thick cream against her cervix. She smiled such an angelic smile that I was overcome with emotion. I burst into tears. I continued to fuck her deeply, ejaculating still, as I began to sob aloud. I was so truly, completely, madly in love with this woman, I couldn't control myself. I babbled to her how much I adored her, how wonderful she was, that I would always be there. She cradled my face in her hands as she cried too. I continued to fuck uncontrollably. Maribella had left off caressing my balls in favor of trying to soothe my crazy outburst by stroking my back and shoulders. I was cradled by these two lovely, loving women. Finally, I came to a stop, still buried deeply within her body and then felt as if I might pass out. They both sensed it and helped guide me as I fell to the side. We three repositioned ourselves, me in the middle, and I feel into a deep sleep. It was near noon when I was awakened by splashing in the pool. I looked around to find myself alone. I rolled over and stretched, replaying in my mind the image of my mother lurching wildly on my bed as I pounded her tight little pussy. She had been such an incredible bundle of sexual energy, that I had practically passed out after I came in her. The recollection was making me erect yet again. I staggered to the bathroom and relieved myself. Strolling to the open door, I gazed out at the image of my mother swimming nude in the pool. She moved to the edge and just stood there. The look on her face, gave me a cold chill. She had the same distant, pensive look from this morning on the beach. I watched her for a long time and she appeared to consider, very seriously, what had taken place an hour ago. She swam to the stairs, climbed out and then went and sat in a large arm chair. She didn't bother to dry and even get a towel. She pulled her knees up and again fell into that look of deep thought. I became worried that we had gone too far and that she was having real second thoughts; too late though it was. I went and sat on my little balcony and gazed at the sea, wondering how I could fix this if she really had considered that we had gone way too far. I noted that my tablet was sitting on the table in the corner. I was sure I had returned it to my room to charge. I took in the tableau of the table and 2 chairs pulled up to it, that also had not been there this morning. I got up and went over, curiosity burning in me. Turning on my tablet, I noted that the translation app was still running. Maribella and I had used it when I arrived, to communicate with each other. The last entry was in Spanish, which had translated from "I don't know, but I think he does." 'I think WHO does' I wondered? I began to scroll back through the translations and discovered that my mother had been sitting out here with Maribella, discussing what had just happened between us. I flew back through the various translations to find the beginning of this exchange. "This allows us to communicate." Maribella had obviously begun. "So my English is translated to Spanish?" Maribella must have told her yes. Mom continued writing for the machine to translate. "The truth is, I don't know what to think of this." "Please don't cry. It was a wonderful, beautiful activity to witness." "It is just so wrong though. You understand that he is my son." 'Yes. And you are beautiful together when you make love." "That's the problem, you see? We cannot, should not have made love like that. I am his mother and he made love to my body. His penis was inside my vagina." "Kevin has a wonderful penis and you seemed to enjoy it the way that I did." "That is beside the point. Of course I enjoyed it. He was wonderful in bed. I am so wrong for letting this happen. I enjoyed his penis inside of me, but that is incredibly wrong!!" "You love him? I know he loves you." "Yes I do, but that is not the point. He cannot fuck me. I cannot let him fuck me. Lord help me though, I did." "Let me show you this. Kevin and me we use this for me to tell him of my life before when younger, my family, my leg." I could only assume that Maribella had scrolled back through our previous exchange, wherein she had told me of her earlier life, growing up, her accident, because the next entry was, "My sweet girl. I am more sorry for you than you can know. You are an amazing woman and have overcome so much. I am happy for you that you have found this life here with Blake and his friends." "I am happy too. I only wish that I had a mother like you that loved me the way you love Kevin." "I wish that I was your mother. I would love you so much. Care for you so much." "Your husband and friends are not coming? "No. My husband is never coming again. He has left me for another woman in another country. He has a child with her and I will never see him again. I don't know what he told our friends, but they are not coming either." "Do not feel so sad. Kevin is here to love you and I am here to take care of you." "Yes, but Kevin cannot be my lover. That is so wrong." "Is it? You love him and he loves you and you together are such passionate lovers. He gives your body so much pleasure." "Yes. He certainly does. But how can I let him. Do you know the term INCEST?" "Yes. It is the same in Spanish. Incesto. Kevin has no girlfriend at home?" "Not that I know of. He does not tell me such things." "If Kevin wanted to give me sexy pleasure the way he wants to give you, I would be very happy. Why are not you happy with the sexy pleasure he gives you?" "Maribella it is wrong. That is all there is to say about it." "If I say it is not wrong, and Kevin says it is not wrong, and you want it to be not wrong, then who else is to decide that it is wrong. Why do they get to be the one to decide? I say it is not wrong. Let Kevin make sexy pleasure to you. I wish he would make sexy pleasure to me. Maybe he would make sexy pleasure to you and me together." "Maribella, you are such a wonderful girl. I sure Kevin wants to make sexy pleasure to you. I watched him doing it. I would even make sexy pleasure with you. I need to think though. I don't think I can do that with him again." "I wish you would let him to do it to you again so I can watch again." "You are as naughty as I am." "I would dream to be." "You relax. I will make lunch. Can I kiss you?" "Do you think Kevin wants to make sexy pleasure to you and me together?" "I don't know, but I think he does." I laid my tablet down gently, leaning back into my chair to digest what I had read, the conversation they had while I slept. I pictured them sitting here together, hip to hip, passing the tablet back and forth, then finally ending the conversation with a kiss. 'Make sexy pleasure to them together?' I thought. What are you fucking kidding me? My cock ached again at the thought of that notion. I heard Maribella ring the little gong that signaled that lunch was ready. To be continued ...