3 comments/ 61170 views/ 24 favorites Thunder Over the Boardwalk By: CavyConsultant MONDAY - DAVY'S STORY I walked across Logan Square through air shimmering with heat. The fountains didn't seem to help. It was a sweltering 95 degree August day in Center City, Philadelphia, and mostly quiet on the streets. I walked past a party of sweating tourists gathered outside The Four Seasons, and wished them luck on this fun Philly afternoon. I was headed home early. My day course at the Barnes Foundation had been cancelled because the instructor had his car stolen, so I spent the morning in the Free Library with the homeless, the unemployed, and students like me. I'd had enough by lunchtime, so now I was heading back to my mom's apartment. I lived there when I wasn't at school at UPenn a mile or so away in University City. I would start my second year in two weeks time. As I walked I tried to think about our upcoming trip to The Shore, our last real break of the summer, and push darker and more dangerous thoughts out of my mind. It was hard. You see, over the last six months I had developed a yearning, almost an obsession, for my mother. I'll tell you why later. It's not like I don't have a girlfriend. I do. Her name is Hilda and she is very good to me. How to describe her? Well. She looks a bit like Scarlett Johansson between movie shoots. You know, off her diet but still very attractive. Mom has a boyfriend, too. His name is Topher. All four of us were going to Atlantic City for the airshow later in the week. I made it back home by one and let myself in. Mom has a large apartment in Rittenhouse Square on one of the high floors in what Hilda calls a "swanky block". I shut the door behind me and hung my backpack in one of the closets in the entrance hall. I walked through the living area with its views over the leafy square. I could see Topher's jacket, but no sign of him or mom. I entered the corridor leading to the bedrooms. Mine was second on the right. I closed the door behind me, and flung myself down on the bed. I was sweaty and needed a shower, but I wondered where mom was. On an impulse, I arose and stuck my head back out into the corridor and listened. I could hear the distant rumble of the washing machine and some music. Silently I crept down the corridor to the end where another corridor ran crossways. Along the corridor on the left was the laundry room and opposite it was a large walk-in cupboard where mom kept the towels and other such stuff. Mom's bedroom and ensuite bath was further along the corridor. I saw the laundry room door was open. I looked in. Mom was emptying the drier and folding clothes. She was wearing a thin white cotton shift. She had the radio on a classical music station. She didn't see me. My mom -- now in her early forties - looks like Shania Twain but is a bit taller: five-seven, slim, dark, and attractive in a feisty way. She has smallish breasts but an ass to dream for. She is also very fit. She has to be for her patients to believe in her. I watched her for a few seconds, thinking how attractive she looked, then I returned to my bedroom and lay down to read. After half an hour, the classical music I could faintly hear down the corridor changed to country and got louder. Nosey, I left my bedroom once more and quietly went back to the laundry room. I cautiously peered round the half open door. The washing machine was on the opposite side of the windowless laundry room. It was noisy and on a wash cycle. They were both facing away from me. My mom was bent forwards over the throbbing machine, her arms grabbing the corners to steady herself on the slippery steel appliance, her head half resting on a towel on the vibrating surface. The white cotton shift was pushed up above her waist. Topher was behind her, holding her, his hands under her shift. He was fucking my mom. I could see him rhythmically pumping in and out of her, his balls jangling against her, his shorts around his ankles, his T-shirt hitched up a little. Mom's panties were round her ankles as well. The radio was playing Hank Williams. They couldn't see me - both were facing towards the wall. I had never seen mom having sex with Topher before, of course. The sight aroused conflicting emotions within me but by far the strongest was desire. I could feel the blood flooding into my cock. My hand crept down inside my shorts and I started to get hard. I continued watching them, a shocking invasion of privacy, I know, but I can't help it. I find myself jacking off, just like I was watching porn. Except this is real and it's my mom and her boyfriend, Topher. I should not have been doing this. I'd get in terrible trouble if they saw me. Topher's thrusts are strong, and each one pushed mom a few inches towards the wall on the in-stroke, which she recovered on the out stroke. The whole washer is vibrating as if it has a heavy, unbalanced, load going at a low speed. He was grunting with each poke, while mom was moaning every now and then. Turns out middle-aged people can last quite a long time when they are fucking. I got very excited watching mom get fucked by old Topher. My plan was to skedaddle out the front door when it looked like they were near finished. My brain was telling me to leave but my cock couldn't drag itself away. I was jacking off fast, almost unconscious that I was doing it, when Topher let out a long groan and arched his back, shoving himself as far up into mom as he could get, half-lifting her off the floor. He had come; I don't know if mom did or not. The washing cycle finished with a buzzer and what had been a high level of background noise suddenly diminished. All of a sudden I could hear them breathing, and Topher backed out of mom, his sloppy cock limp and dripping with cum and mom-juice. Before he could turn towards me, I drew away from the door and slipped silently into the walk-in closet, carefully closing it to the same position as before. Risky change of plan. Of course, now I could not see what was going on. I hoped Topher didn't need a fresh towel. I heard steps move down the corridor, a door open, and the distant sound of a shower starting. Did I have time to make my escape? I poked my head out of the door. I could hear nothing but the distant shower. Then the next cycle started which gave me courage to just take one more peek inside the laundry room. I still had a raging hard-on, which I reluctantly stuffed back inside my shorts. I looked with one eye inside the laundry room. Mom was still in the same position, bent over the washer, face-down, now on one arm. Her beautiful ass stuck out in all its glory, no longer obscured by Topher, her long legs still apart. Her other arm was stretched out under her belly, the tips of her fingers stroking her pussy lips as they disgorged Topher's cum which dribbled down her legs. It was now that I lost all judgment. The spin cycle started, goading me on. I was on fire with desire for my mother and in my madness it seemed to me that Topher had not finished the job. Instead of fleeing as I should, I took a step forward. My cock, which was as stiff and as big as it ever got, had somehow escaped from my shorts. It was as if someone else was moving towards my mom and I was just an observer. I crept up behind her in a kind of sexual trance and placed my hands exactly where Topher had been holding her. "Mmm..," she said above the noise of the washer. "Back for more Tophy? Good." She did not turn around, but settled her head on the towel as she had before. I did not reply, but moved right up behind her, between her outstretched legs. Her messy pussy beckoned to me, wet, pink, and inflamed with the pounding it had just taken. I moved my hand from her waist and placed it up on her back, near her neck to discourage her from turning . With the other I guided the swollen head of my cock to her pussy opening, and as I did so she moved her own hand away from there back onto the washer as it spun and spun. Then I shoved my cock all the way up inside her, feeling Tophers cum squish out and run down our legs together. I could feel it dripping off my balls. "Oh," said mom as she felt my dick travel all the way up inside her. Then I started to ram into her, hard and fast. Much harder and much faster than Topher. And much bigger, if I say so myself. As I did so she gasped. Shock? Surprise? Recognition? My nerves stretched to breaking point; I had been close to coming before I had even gotten into mom and within seconds I knew I was going to cum a river. And so I did, arching just as Topher had as I emptied spurt after spurt into mom. She felt me come, and as she gripped the washer once more with both hands she let out a long groan as she came herself. I hoped and prayed Topher was still in the shower. Reality set in the moment after I came. Mom was still quivering as I withdrew and shoved my dripping cock back into my shorts. I backed out to the doorway, looked quickly along the corridor - clear - and turned for one last look at mom. She was still on the washer, face buried in her arms and now I had the satisfaction of seeing my own cum slowly dripping down the inside of her legs onto the tile floor where a pool of semen from both of us had formed. I turned and fled, out to the living area, silently out through the front door, closing it behind me. Why had I done such a crazy thing? One incident earlier that year, in February, had changed everything between us. We shared a sleeping bag after an accidental immersion in an icy mountain lake. We were on a hike, miles from any help. As our naked bodies warmed up next to one another I could not control myself and she had little option but to give in to me. But mom made it clear afterwards that it was a one-off and we were never to speak of it again. Let alone do it. But I could not forget. I've tried. In fact we both found partners -- I hate that word -- over the summer. Mom found Topher, an administrator at the cancer center where she was a physician-researcher, and I started seeing Hilda, a first year student at UPenn. She was my first real girlfriend. I liked her, no matter what happened later. But my feelings about mom were as strong as ever. The thing of it is, I think my mom also wanted me. But not as myself. Not as her son. She could not accept that. I felt bad for my girlfriend. I felt bad for Topher. But this madness haunted me. I was well aware that it could destroy me and mom. So I walked the streets until the time when my course was scheduled to finish. I killed three hours in the Market Street Mall, very badly in need of a shower, and returned home to whatever fate awaited me. I opened the front door and peered inside. No one was in the entrance hall. My backpack was still in the closet. Good. I walked into the living area. Mom was sitting next to Topher. She was reading her medical research papers. Topher was behind a newspaper. She looked up and Topher put down his paper. Mom crossed her legs and the movement filled me with a vivid memory of what I had done to her a few hours before. Her eyes burned brightly as she stared at me. Almost sultry. "How was your course, Davy? Tell me about it," said mom. Her tone was casual, but her look bored into me. Was it anger or something else? Topher sat back next to her looking tired but smug. He had his hand on her knee. I breathed a sigh of relief. I was sure he knew nothing. I spun a short tale about the course. She listened with apparent interest, said 'Hmm' and went back to reading her research papers. Later I checked the phone messages on our residential number. The Barnes people had left a voicemail apologizing for the cancellation of the course. Mom had already moved it to the 'saved' folder. She knew all the time. WEDNESDAY - HILDA'S STORY I'm Hilda. We got to Atlantic City by lunchtime. This was my first trip out with his family, up to now we'd just been together during term time at UPenn. I have to confess I was quite nervous when I was asked on the trip to AC. I find Davy's mom intimidating. All that medical brainpower. I don't think she liked me. But her boyfriend Topher was very kind to me. I had to keep reminding myself to act normally and enjoy myself. But I was very nervous and wanted to please everyone. Looking back on it, that may have blinded me from what was really going on.. The penthouse suite at The Chelsea was huge, with a great sea-view. But I was worried about us having sex in our bedroom of the suite while his mom was there -- even though her bedroom is well away from ours. I had to get over that, so perhaps I drank a little too much on our first night there. At about ten, after dinner with his mom and Topher, we went outside to walk with the crowds on the Boardwalk. It was busy! I have been to AC before in the summer but these crowds were something else. "I've never seen so many people," I said. "It's the airshow," said Davy. "Everyone comes down here to watch it. You think my mom likes AC? Of course not. It's a shit hole." "I wish you wouldn't swear," I said. "It's rude." We walked on south along the boardwalk and came across an outside terrace bar area in front of one of the hotels -- I won't say which one, they wouldn't like it. Davy took me by the hand and led me in. We sat down at one of the tables. A lone server was trying to keep lots of tables happy so we had time to watch what was going on. Most of the tables were occupied, but the lights were small and dim, the big lights on the boardwalk cast long dark shadows over the customers, most of whom were drinking rather than eating. "What do you want to drink?" asked Davy. The waiter came and Davy ordered a Sam Adams and I had a Chardonnay. We weren't asked for ID. We sat waiting for our drinks to arrive, which wouldn't be anytime soon. The Boardwalk was still busy at 11pm. Every five minutes or so a Boardwalk Patrol cart trundled past, momentarily lighting up the dim terrace with its low-mounted headlamps. As it went by Davy gasped.. "What?' I asked. Davys elbow nudged me. He covered his mouth with his hand and said "Look over there. The girl with the two boys at that table.' At a table next to the wall, about fifteen feet away deep in the shadows, I saw the girl and two young guys. A pretty blond, she was sitting to the left of them. The guy in the center with his head in his hands was silent but smiling. Both the girl and the other guy, an Asian, were giggling. They each had one arm on their elbows, but their arms next to the guy in the center were out of sight under the table. They were turned towards the guy between them watching his face and giggling. The table was poorly lit, and underneath it was in black shadow. As I watched, trying not to stare, it seemed clear that something was going on under the table. I had a good idea what it was, but we could not see. Both Davy and I kept watching; we were in dim light too, so we could get away with stares. After a while the two stopped giggling and could not conceal their arm movement. The Asian had both his hands under the table now. The guy between them had his head in his hands and looked down at the table. His smile had gone. In a moment he sort of wriggled, and his mouth opened. Davy and I smiled at one another. Then as luck would have it the Boardwalk Patrol cart trundled past once again. It lit up the trio's table perfectly underneath and we could see what we weren't supposed to. It was only for a moment but we could see everything. The pretty blonde, who was wearing nice pink shorts, was gently pumping her companions erect cock which was poking out of his pants. It was a long thin one. He was coming, still spurting in fact, and a river of semen was sliding down, over her hand and onto the hand of the Asian on the other side who also had a grip on this guy's cock, lower down. This guy had his own cock out and was stroking it furiously with one hand as he was still gripping his buddy with the other. The Patrol past and the light went out. It was one of the most erotic sights I have ever seen and I squeezed my thighs together as my pussy had suddenly become wet. Over at the trio's table the Asian's head dropped and he twitched a little. He had come too. The pretty girl laughed, and her hand reappeared, reaching for a paper napkin to wipe off the gobs of semen from her hand and wrist. She put it on her empty plate for the server to clear away. Davy turned to look at me. "I am seriously horny, do you think we could..?" he pleaded Now I felt guilty. Davy had come on to me back at the hotel but I wouldn't because his mother was there and it put me off. I had never done anything like this in public. But I was horny too, after that exhibition, and I didn't want Davy to think I was a coward. I moved my chair closer to him and, looking around to make sure no-one was watching, reached down under the table. "I can't get your shorts undone," I whispered. He reached down and within seconds Davys large fat cock sprang free and I gripped the end of it, just holding it at first. I wasn't sure how I was going to do this without being obvious. I started a slow rub and squeezed his glans. He was putting out precum and it made his cock all slippery. It felt sooo good. Now I really wanted him inside me but of course that was impossible. I gripped him harder and wrangled him about a little. I am still learning what to do with guys cocks. But it's all good. Then I went back to pumping him. He's very big. He seemed to like that best. A minute later I felt a presence behind us. The server was leaning over between us, looking down at our laps. Davy's cock smiled up at him, all wet with precum and my hand wrapped around it. "Both of you leave right now or I'll call the police," he said, holding a tray with our drinks on it. He did not set it down. There was nothing more to be said. We zipped up, I grabbed my bag and we left while the trio at the other table watched with interest. I have never felt so humiliated in all my life and fifty yards down the Boardwalk I burst into tears. Davy was upset, too. "I'm so sorry, Hilda. So, so sorry. It was all my fault. I'll make it up to you. No-one will ever know about it. I promise." Davy grabbed me in his arms and I started to cheer up a bit. We walked on south for a long time, not talking, each in our own thoughts. The crowds had thinned out. It occurred to me that maybe it was possible to walk too far in AC. Davy was holding me by the waist, which I like, and the incident at the bar was starting to seem funny. It was not like we'd been arrested or anything. No-one knew our names. Perhaps I could even brag about it to my roommate Sandra. She thinks I'm a bit innocent. A distant shout turned us around, looking back where we had come from. A gang of drunken youths were heading towards us. They were yelling and stumbling about. Boardwalk patrol was nowhere to be seen. They had not seen us but still... "Come on," said Davy. Davy has a good eye for trouble. He took my hand and led me down onto the beach. The boardwalk here was still in reconstruction to repair storm damage and it was possible to crawl in under the boards between the new wooden supports. It was dark down there and I hoped nothing lived there that would bite us. "We'll just wait for them to go past, then we'll head back to the Chelsea." We had walked too far but I was not worried. It was a good hiding place, and the sand was soft. Nothing bit us as we sat down. Davy looked at me, his face just visible. I could tell he was still horny. "My mom's nowhere near, hon. Come here." He leaned forward and kissed me, gently guiding my hand onto the bulge in his shorts as he did so. I responded with a squeeze. This was so exciting, I was becoming wet again. I rubbed him and impatiently undid his zipper. I did better than in the bar; soon his cock was out. I could barely see it in the darkness but I could feel its power. I grabbed it and squeezed, wondering if we could do it here in the sand and the dark. At least I could make him come. He's quite difficult to blow cos he's big, but I do my best. Thunder Over the Boardwalk I undid my top and bra, but I left my shorts on because of the sand. He undid his shirt. His cock was already waving around as I gripped him and began to stroke. Then I stopped. The gang of rowdy drunks was close, almost on top of us. I did not want them to hear us. Perhaps they would have left us alone, perhaps not. I was scared and not in the mood for sex. But Davy wasn't having any of it. I think he found it exciting. The gang were talking and arguing amongst themselves. North Philly. Davy took hold of my hand and wanted me to continue, so I did - almost mechanically -- which works just fine, really. I was listening to the ranting from above, not really focused on what I was doing. They didn't seem to show any signs of moving on. Davy looked up and his cock just got bigger as I stroked it. I was thinking how fortunate it was that stroking cocks doesn't make a noise, they are so soft and slippery. Davy's certainly was, he was dribbling plenty of pre-cum. Not so soft, come to think of it though. Then Davy, who had been squatting back on his heels in front of me while I stroked him rose onto his knees and I knew what was coming. His huge cock pulsed in my hands like it had its own beating heart and in the darkness I felt his gouts of cum erupt and land all over me, on my bare breasts, my stomach. A gob hit me on the lips and I tasted his salt. Some even made it as far as my hair, much to my dismay. I kept pumping; Davy has a lot to give. A few more spurts on my belly then his lovely cum ran down my wrists and dripped off my elbows. Despite my fear of the gang above, I was dripping wet in my shorts by now. I was also a sticky mess at the front, covered in my boyfriend's come. I couldn't see it but for sure it had slid down onto my shorts in buckets. I wondered how I was going to get through the lobby of the Chelsea Hotel covered in semen. We remained silent as the group above us talked trash. I could feel Davy get soft and his slippery cock slid away from my grasp. He didn't stuff it back in his pants just yet, however. He leaned forward and kissed me. He undid the button on my shorts and silently lowered the zipper, wormed his hand inside, and pushed my shorts down a couple of inches. He touched me down there in one particular spot and I shivered with longing. My pussy was sopping wet, but in a romantic gesture he pulled his hand back out and slid it along his dick to gather some of his cum, then he put it back inside my shorts, turned his hand around and squished his cum up inside me. I felt two fingers gently sliding against my button. He was good. Not too gentle, not too rough. He felt around and I dipped my head on his shoulder. Then I came. I felt the waves of pleasure run through me and my pussy squirted out more juice, making my shorts even wetter. "Oooo," I moaned. I couldn't help it. We both held our breath and looked up. But the group above us was gone. We could hear them walking away to the south, still arguing. I breathed a sigh of relief. I think Davy did, too. "Now what?" I said. "I'm a mess. Look at me," although I knew he could not really see me in the dark. "I like you covered in my semen." I didn't want to put my bra and T-shirt back on. They were the only things I had clean. My shorts were covered in his cum and my panties were soaking wet. "That's what the Atlantic Ocean is for," he said, taking me by the hand. We ran out from under the Boardwalk down to the surf and washed off in the shallows. I put my T-shirt and bra back on. Then we walked back to the hotel. Yeah, we were wet. But that's not unusual for guests in AC hotels. I slept well that night. THURSDAY AM DAVY'S STORY The day before the airshow, mom, Hilda, and I grabbed a spot on the beach near the Tropicana, with our backs to the roped off area of dunes that protects the grassy plantings. Topher excused himself; he was too fair-skinned for the beach and wanted to hit the casinos instead. Mom had her white swimsuit on and I had to conceal my feelings as I watched her. Hilda looked nice too in her red bikini, but mom got most of my attention. We had our parasol, beach chairs, books, and towels. The beach was crowded. Many of the display teams were practicing over the water, so we got to see the show piecemeal before the actual display. It was a beautiful day with a nice sea-breeze. The temperate was fifteen degrees cooler than central Philly. The flying was intermittent but it held everyone's attention when the display planes did show up. We'd been on the beach for two hours and after chugging water all morning I was ready for a pee. None of us had been in the water. I didn't really want to go in. I wriggled about, too lazy to get up and do it. "I need to pee, too," whispered Hilda in my ear. "Well, go in the water then. Everyone else does." She shook her head, squeezed my hand and stood up, then headed back up towards the boardwalk to search for a ladies room. Moments later an old British Spitfire fighter zoomed past the Pier Shops jutting out into water and suddenly pulled straight up towards the heavens, slow-rolling as it went. It was a late 1945 model, very powerful, and its throaty roar was deafening. Every face looked up as it headed for the sky. Mom watched the crowd. She was lying close by me on her towel and I was on a reclining beach chair, almost prone, looking up. She had seen me fidgeting. "You know, Davy, a person could do anything on this beach during the displays if they chose their moment," said Mom as her eyes followed the old warbird up into the heavens. "Look around." I looked. Every eye was lifted towards the heavens. I lay back considering how I was going to pee. Mom was right. Pick your time and just do it. No-one would notice. It would sink into the sand. Mom was watching me. She must have read my mind. "Well, just go ahead. If you need a pee do it." I really needed to go. So I did. I turned on my side away from mom, made sure the coast was clear and let rip. But wouldn't you know it, just as I did a beach patrol buggy came round the dune scooting towards me. It was fifty feet away and no one was looking at me but I was facing them. In five seconds they would be right on top of me. There was nothing I could do but turn around away from them. My flow had started and it was impossible to stop. As turned around in a panic a fountain of my piss arced over and landed on mom. And the worst of it was, I still couldn't stop even when I was turned on my other side. It just kept coming. Mom gasped as the yellow jet wet her. But she did not move away. I watched her surprise turn to something else as she lay close next to me, my piss wetting her swimsuit, turning it from white to yellow as she held her position next to me on the sand. She stifled a laugh and smiled as my piss rained down on her, some even splashing up into her face and hair. Not understanding why, I directed my cock at her and played the stream up and down her lovely body. She just lay there looking at up me with a strange expression on her face. Eventually I stopped, empty, and pushed my half hard cock back into my shorts. It was a strange moment. "I'm so sorry, mom. Beach Patrol." "I know. Doesn't matter, Davy. Accidents happen. I can go in the water and wash it off." She sat up and I watched her, absolutely soaked. In no hurry, she used her hands to squeeze off the excess from her arms and legs, then she arose and ran down the beach through the scattered groups into the ocean. I covered up the wet area with fresh dry sand, waited for her to come back out of the ocean. Soon she remerged all clean and dripping wet. As I watched her walk back up the beach towards me all the old feelings came back. I wanted to have her right there right then. But I felt a hand on my shoulder and Hilda was smiling down at me. "What's up?" I smiled back at her. "Nothing. Let's watch planes." She sat down next to me, mom returned and we all watched the displays together. THURSDAY PM After spending the morning on the beach Davy, his mom, and Hilda returned to the Chelsea. After lunch, Davy had to tidy up a dissertation, part of his summer assignment. He worked fast and got it ready for mailing. He left it on the table in the main living area. Afterwards he decided to relax in the suite's sunroom and watch the ocean. He slicked up with oil and after a while he lost track of time in the afternoon heat. Hilda had mentioned something about shopping, but he had been so absorbed in his assignment he didn't know where she was. She had disappeared. He grew sleepy and the sun was very bright even through his sunglasses so he put a towel over his face. He was dozing when something awakened him. He opened his eyes and saw nothing but the white blur of his towel. A hand was creeping up under his shorts. Davy remained still. His mind was racing and he thought it through. He left the towel in place. Whoever it was said nothing. No sweet whispers. The hand moved up to his crotch. He felt it cup his balls gently, and wander lightly over his cock which was growing. The hand moved his cock around so that it was pointed up, and massaged his glans ever so gently. He felt his shorts being unbuttoned. Another hand pulled his growing cock out of his shorts and he could feel the cool sea breeze on its sensitive skin. Whoever it was, she was very quiet. Not a peep. A tongue lapped at his cock-end, and he felt teeth. Then he felt himself taken inside. A gentle bite down on his cock, he felt the mouth move up and down, trying to engulf him but really only managing his glans. He was too big for deep throat. He knew that, and had accepted it as his lot in life. He lay back and enjoyed it as the mouth sped up, faster and faster. He fantasized about the owner, Hilda or mom? It felt different to Hilda. Mom, then. He hoped so. The lips and tongue around his shaft felt incredible as they worked up and down. He so wanted to look and see his mom sucking his cock. But he knew the rules of the game. Plausible deniability. So he could not open his eyes. Keep the towel in place and those damn eyes shut! Don't ruin everything. He wished it could go on all afternoon. He tried to prolong it, tried to stretch the moment. Then he felt a finger insert itself into his ass. That finger found his prostate and rubbed ever so gently. It seemed like an electric current ran through his nervous system. In an instant the circuit was completed and his cock chugged out his sperm into the mouth. He heard swallowing. Then he felt licking, wonderful licking, as his cock was cleaned. Oops! Another spurt. Just as he'd been all cleaned up, what a shame. More licking. All of a sudden the mouth was gone and he sighed softly. His shorts got buttoned up. He lay there for ten minutes before he removed the towel, just to be sure. Meantime, David's mom finished brushing her teeth and walked into the living area of the suite. Her boyfriend Topher was sitting on the sofa gazing into space, wondering if he could somehow win back all the money he had lost in the Borgata. He'd lost almost five thousand dollars. He could not afford it. Davy's mom looked at him, wondering why he seemed so fed up. "I need to go out, Tophy. I forgot to mail Davy's dissertation like I promised. But can you help me with a little white lie? If he asks just tell him I went out an hour ago and caught the mail. He doesn't need to know. Here, you want some celery? Good for oral hygiene." "Thanks Hon." With that Davy's mom flashed Topher a cheeky smile out of all proportion to the occasion, picked up Davy's dissertation, her bag, and hurried out the door. Topher looked at the celery. He actually wanted some cheese but couldn't be bothered to get up and walk to the fridge. Five minutes later Davy came in from the balcony. He saw Topher and looked around. "Have you seen mom or Hilda, Toph? I'm just going to catch a shower. Hot out there." "Nope. Your girlfriend went shopping two hours ago. Your mom's been out over an hour. She went to catch the post with your dissertation, then shopping too. Just us here, buddy." Davy looked at Topher as if he'd seen a ghost, and watched as he crunched his celery. Davy turned grey. "What's with the celery, Topher?" he asked in a halting voice. "Good for oral hygiene, young man." Davy turned on his heel and ran for the shower, half retching as he went. EARLY MORNING FRIDAY -- DAVY'S STORY I lay awake in the dark for hours. I couldn't sleep. I was thinking about the day. I finally figured out that Topher had not sucked me off. I had been tricked by mom. Of course, I could never be sure. The reality of my situation, what I think my mom and I are doing -- or is it just me -- hit me. It was crazy. Like a devil had gotten hold of me. These thoughts were going around and around in my head while Hilda lay sleeping next to me. She is a heavy sleeper, especially when she's had a bit to drink. I heard a noise. It was Topher coming back from the casino. Turns out poor old Toph has a bit of a gambling problem. Mom said he'd lost a lot of money but he wouldn't tell her how much. I lay there listening to the noise as he bumbled about the suite. He must have been drinking. Mom went to bed hours ago. I looked at the clock. One thirty. The door to our room opened and Topher staggered in. He thinks he's in mom's room. He can't find the light switch and I didn't put it on. Our room was very dark In the darkness he ripped off all his clothes, shoes, and felt around for the bed. He found the other unoccupied queen bed in the room and flopped down on his back. After five minutes he started breathing heavily. I turned to Hilda. I could hardly believe it but she has slept through the entire thing. I swung my legs around off the bed and stood up in my shorts and tee shirt. I needed to tell mom Topher was back and in the wrong room. I crept along to mom's room. The lights were off in the suite, but mom's door was ajar and a dim light on inside her room. I heard a noise and I peered in. Mom was lying facing away from me. She had a thin nightie on, ridden up around her waist, and I saw the delicious shape of her naked ass. It was a lovely white color, contrasted with her tanned torso. She had one hand down between her legs and I heard a faint buzzing noise. She was using an egg vibrator, the sort you put entirely in your pussy. Mom was masturbating. What a revelation. I thought only I did that. A dangerous idea entered my head, but one that I cannot resist. I closed the door and retreated to the kitchen. I picked up Topher's bottle of whiskey from the sideboard and took two mouthfuls. Then I poured some on my hand and spread it around on my neck, ears and hair. On the way back to mom's room I checked my own. Topher and Hilda were both fast asleep. I pulled off my T-shirt and shorts and dropped them on the floor next to my bed. I was now naked. Back I went to mom's bedroom. I opened the door. Mom was still busy with her eggy, and was wriggling about as she touched herself. I turned off the dim light at the door switch and shut the door behind me. Now it was very dark, but not pitch black. There a small light from the bedside clock. Mom heard me and must have noticed the light go out, but did not stop. Well. This was an interesting glimpse into mom and Topher's life together. "How much did you lose tonight Tophy?" asked mom, not unkindly, as I moved towards the source of the buzzing, my eyes not yet acclimatized to the dark. Of, course I did not answer. Would I get found out before I even began? I moved right up to her bed and sat down next her. "I can smell the whiskey, Topher. Not good for you." Her eggy was still buzzing. She was facing away, so I lay down behind her on my left side and put my right hand on her waist. My cock nestled up against her ass, only half hard because it was one nervous dick. I could feel her shiver as she felt it press against her. It was possible that my cock did not feel like Topher's. This was the moment of truth. Her hand moved away from between her legs and felt around behind her, soon to grasp my cock and hold on tight. I heard her sharp intake of breath. She said nothing for about a minute. Then she spoke. "You've very big tonight, Tophy. Now, don't spoil the moment by talking. Just do what I say." That was mom alright. She was in charge. Fine with me. "Here. Feel me. Feel how wet I am," she said. She let go my cock, and took my hand, guiding it towards her pussy where she placed it on her clitoris. I could feel her whole pussy vibrating with her eggy, it was a weird feeling. But she was wet alright and becoming wetter by the second. One thing I knew. We could not face one another. As long as I was behind her or she was behind me the pretense would work. I was sure she knew it was me. I started to rub her wet clitty and she smothered a moan. But this wasn't enough for me. We didn't have all night. Topher might awaken, or Hilda. "Let's play a game, Tophy. Let's pretend you are an intruder and not Tophy at all. Here. Blindfold me with this." Brilliant. Mom reached around and handed me some black pantyhose. Obediently I tied it around her head, not too tight. But it was good. She could not see a thing. She was so clever my mom. "Good boy, Tophy. Now you have me at your mercy. Do whatever you want. As long as it involves your cock. Nothing rough." Mom talking dirty. This was the sort of thing I never got to hear. Man, this was a great vacation. Who said Atlantic City sucked? I knew what I wanted. I rolled mom over on her back and sprang up, straddling her. What a vision of beauty. Better than Shania. Long dark hair, blindfolded, pert breasts not saggy despite her age, a trim waist due to all the Pilates and then below a sopping wet pussy with some sort of crazy robot shoved up it. A little stringy peeped out of her pussy. I reached forward and started to pull. "No, stranger," said mom with a giggle. "Just try putting your cock in." OOOkaaay. So I did. I was hard and big, so I put my cock gently at the door of mom's pussy and shoved. It distended her -- I was much bigger than her little eggy -- and she gasped as I entered her. In I went kind of shoving the eggy further up inside her, all the way. It vibrated against my cock and I was worried I was going to come pronto. I could not speak, of course. She wriggled away and all of a sudden I felt wetness, a lot of wetness as she orgasmed and her squirt soaked me and the bed. I did not want to come yet and struggled against it, successfully. Time to withdraw. I pulled my dick out of her and took a breather, thinking about anything that would calm my fevered brain. "I want more," she said. That's the thing about women. They can go on and on. My turn. Without asking permission, I took hold of the string and pulled out her little toy. It buzzed around on the bed. Mom picked it up and threw it across the room. "You know what I want," she said. Actually I didn't, but I knew what I wanted. I wanted to fuck her brains out. Here it comes, Doctor Mom. I lifted her legs high, and she laughed, helping me. Now her pussy and behind were exposed I took aim ready to sink my dick back into her pussy. Just as I was about to enter her once more, she grasped my dick and redirected it towards her asshole. By this time I was mad with lust and would have stuck it into a vacuum cleaner if it had presented itself. I had always felt I was too big for anal sex, but what the hell. I placed it next to mom's asshole and shoved. I was right. It didn't go in. She winced in pain and I was happy to go back to plan A -- pussy. But mom knows what she wants. She reaches around and finds some KY. A big tube. She applies it directly to her asshole and squeezes hard. It must have gone right inside her, practically the whole tube. Thunder Over the Boardwalk "Try again, Topher. Sorry, stranger." I was impatient to be inside her, any orifice would do. Once more I lined up my cock, no smaller than before. I pushed. It went in a little way, but got stuck again. "Shove it in D...Topher!" ordered mom. So I did, unheeding of any risk she might be hurt. I thrust like Thors hammer and in it went squishing in through the KY, mom's sphincter at last gaping enough for me to get in. I shoved it all the way in, quite quickly, which must have hurt. Mom winced and balled her fists but she didn't tell me to stop. I was deep inside her and it felt like a tight slippery heaven. I had to thrust, no matter if it hurt her. The KY helped but there's no doubt I was filling up her bowels and distending her way beyond what most would find pleasurable. I thrust and thrust while she moaned, scratching my back. I was on the point of coming when she clenched her muscles and a transcendent tightness made further thrusting impossible. Then I came anyway, emptying the contents of my balls into her lower bowel. She came, too, squirting out another jet onto the bed. We lay for a long time, my half-hard cock still inside her. I wondered what to do next. Perhaps this time I had gone too far. Silently mom expelled me from her sweet ass, and grasping my cock with one hand, felt around and located her bedside face cream. She took a scoop and slopped it on my shaft, rubbing it around. Then some Kleenex and my cock was fragrant and clean again. But the bed was a mess. God knows what Topher was going to think when he woke up and returned. Which could be anytime. The thought excited as well as terrified me. I was so hot for mom that even now I wanted to do her again, almost straight away. She was still blindfolded, of course, but she could feel I was getting hard again. She sat up in her nightie, gripped my cock with both hands, and put her legs around my ass. Then she took her time, one hand on my cock the other gently feeling and squeezing my balls. She'd used up all the KY but she leaned forward and dribbled her saliva on my glans. She worked it in and her hands were a slippery delight as she firmly stroked me up and down. I gazed on her face, her high cheekbones, her perfect skin, and her lips which I had some hope would soon be pressed against my cock. Her black pantyhose blindfold just added to my excitement. I was the only witness to this, which was a special pleasure. Then she leaned forward, pulling herself closer with her legs locked behind my ass, and opened her mouth. Her tongue darted about on the tip of my cock and started slowly licking the whole length of it in long sensuous sweeps. Then her mouth closed on the end of my cock. I could see it was difficult for her. Her mouth is small. It made for a tight fit and I could feel her teeth scraping my cock, even though she was trying not to hurt me, trying to open wide. I knew she had paid a lot in dental bills for those teeth. I never expected that they would be softly raking my cock one day, giving me the ultimate pleasure. Mom realized she could only take the end of me in her mouth, so carried on stroking the rest of my dick with her hands. The sight of her doing this was bringing me to the end game. Involuntarily I had started small thrusts into her mouth, which got my dick a little further in. And then all of a sudden I came. I moaned softly, I couldn't help it, as the first of my semen hit the back of her throat. She pulled my cock out of her mouth and pressed it against her face, running it up to her forehead, her hair, then back down her cheeks to her lips as it disgorged the contents of my balls. I was amazed there was anything left in them, but the white mess all over mom's face told me otherwise. She pushed my cock up to her blindfold and I saw dribbles of my cum wetting the black nylon. She took me in her mouth again and cleaned me. Then she used her fingers to scrape off the sticky white mess on her face, and held up her hands towards me. "What am I going to do with this?" she asked, as stringy bits of cum connected her fingers, although she couldn't see anything with the blindfold. "Don't answer. Rhetorical question," she said, teasing. She licked her hands clean. "Mmm... delicious. Now go, stranger. Return as Topher." She lay back down on the sopping bed and turned away from me, reaching up to undo the blindfold. I left and made my way back to my room. EARLY MORNING FRIDAY - HILDA'S STORY I woke up and reached out for Davy. He's wasn't there. I looked at the clock. 2am. But I could hear breathing. Davy had moved to the other bed. I was a little hurt, but perhaps there was a good reason. It was dark so I used a small flashlight so as not to disturb him. I pointed it over to the other bed. It's Topher! Flat on his back, fast asleep, and stark naked. Davy's not in the room at all. Well. I got out of bed and pulled on a pair of panties and a T-shirt. I walked over to him and shone my torch down at him. You don't see this every day. I can smell the booze. But he is in good shape for his age, same height and build as Davy. Even looks a little bit like Davy. He's fast asleep so I can stare at him. Of course, the first thing I look at - which normally you can't - is his crotch. I can see his penis peeping out of a thicket of pubic hair and his balls dangling down between his legs. I am fully awake now. I have never been able to examine an unconscious naked man like this and it is fascinating. Poor Topher is completely out of it. On a whim I reached down and touched his cock. It flopped to one side and I suppressed a giggle. Then I cupped his balls with my hand. They feel different to Davy's. Middle aged balls. I knelt down by the bed and looked at his cock up close. Not as big as Davy's but respectable. I touched it again. It was so soft, just like Davy's. I couldn't help playing with it. It was half chubby. I can't help myself and give it a stroke. It starts to get bigger. Wow. Cocks are such fun to play with. Topher stirred. Uh-oh. I quickly stood up and switched off the flashlight. No harm done. Time to find Davy. I walked out of the bedroom expecting to find him in the kitchen or the bathroom, but I don't. So I headed down to his mom's bedroom. The door was closed, I put my ear to it. Something is going on in there. Silently I turned the knob and push it open a fraction. The corridor was completely dark so I was undetected and my eyes already accustomed to the very dim light in the bedroom . What I saw will stay with me until my dying day. They were both on the bed. My boyfriend was kneeling in front of a nightie-clad, blindfolded woman who was sitting facing him with her legs wrapped around him. It is Davy's mom without a doubt. She is sucking his cock with enthusiasm and even as I watch she pulls it out of her mouth and with a groan Davy cums all over his mother's face. They are unaware of my presence. Shaking with emotion, I close the door silently and return to our room. I am weeping with anger and disappointment. Topher was still asleep on the bed. I'm sure he knew nothing of this; betrayed like me. I climbed back into bed and pretended to sleep, thinking all the while. Of course I will dump Davy. But that's not enough. I want revenge. Even if I am hurt in the process. A little later I hear Davy return and help Topher back to the right bedroom. I pretended to be asleep when Davy returned and climbed into bed beside me. It is the airshow tomorrow. Our last day here. I must think. SATURDAY - AIRSHOW Davy and his mom were in good spirits at breakfast in the sunroom, discussing the program for the show and which displays they were most looking forward to. The finale was the USAF Thunderbirds and half a million people were pouring into AC or already there. Hilda listened to their talk, her heart turned to stone by her overnight discovery. But she put on a good face, smiling, talking when appropriate. Topher looked like death warmed up, with a killer hangover. It was not helped by his realization that he had lost more money the previous night but was too drunk to remember how much. He did not remember being in David and Hilda's bedroom, and no-one told him. After breakfast they gathered with all their beach gear and trooped out to the elevator. "Mom, only you would rent a penthouse suite with a sea-view and then insist we sit on the damn beach to watch the airshow," said Davy. "You need to keep in touch with the real world, David. Mix with real people," replied his mom. Hilda smiled. They'd soon have more of the real world than they knew what to do with, if she had anything to say about it. But she had to be patient. It could take a while. Once more they found a spot up against the fence protecting the dunes. The beach was already crowded. Offshore, the sea was dotted with boats. It was going to be a long day. After setting up the parasol, beach chairs and what- not, it was time for sun-screen. "Topher, will you put some on for me?" asked Davy's mom as she stretched out face down on a towel. Gray-faced, Topher squirted some on his hands and rubbed it on her back and legs while Davy looked on. Hilda was busy putting her own on. She could no longer bear the touch of Davy's hands. "Can you put some on me, hon?" said Davy, turning to Hilda. There was no escape, and Hilda dutifully applied sun cream to Davy's back and legs. They all settled down to lie in the sun, and await the start of the show. Davy's mom read her medical research papers, while Davy watched the crowd assembling around them on the beach. Hilda studied the airshow program and Topher just sat and suffered. At last it started with the Army skydivers team, the Golden Knights. As the first intrepid parachutist touched down, Topher leaned over away from them and was sick. "I'll take him back to the hotel. I forgot my MP3 anyway," said Hilda. "Are you sure, Hilda? I should take him," said Davy's mom, looking at her boyfriend with concern. "It's no problem Dr. Masson." Davy's mom wondered why she was being called Dr. Masson all of a sudden. No matter. Hilda helped Topher up and they wound their way along the beach to the stairs up to the boardwalk. "I expect she'll be a while," said Davy. His mom rolled around on her belly on her towel. "I'm not sure Topher hit all the spots with the sunblock, Davy. Can you help?" "Sure, mom. Poor Topher. How much money has he lost?" said Davy, picking up the sun block and squeezing out a big dollop onto his palm. "I don't know. He won't tell me." Davy rubbed down his mom, as she gave instructions - upper back, lower back. Upper thighs. Calves. He was becoming aroused. "I have too much oil on my hands. Do you mind if I wipe it on your suit? I don't want to mess up a towel." "No, go ahead. I'll go in the water anyway later." So Davy wiped slow and hard on his mom's ass, kneading her buttocks as she lazily rolled and wriggled underneath his hands. She seemed to enjoy it, closing her eyes and stretching. Then they settled down under the parasol in the shade, Davy on a beach chair, lying back with his sunglasses on, watching the show. His mom sat next to him on her towel, propped up on her elbows as she watched the old T28 Trojan roar along the beach, feet over the water. All eyes were on it as it curved up into a graceful arc. Davy's iPhone rang. He picked it out of his bag. He listened, said OK, and put it back in the beach bag. "That was Hilda. She'll be another half hour at least. She has to run to the pharmacy to get Topher some meds." Davy's mom nodded. She leaned forward and pulled a towel out of the beach bag. Then she threw it casually onto Davy's lap. Davy said nothing. He leaned back with his hands clasped behind his head. He closed his eyes. Davy's mom -- Dr. Anthea Masson MD, FACP - sat up, alert, and waited for the next big display. Fifty yards away Hilda put her iPhone back into her canvas bag and watched them. She was up against the fence sealing off the grassy dune, standing, looking over the spectators that had parked themselves along the perimeter. Down the beach towards the sea were dozens of closely packed groups, families, guys, girl gangs, mixed, all watching the display and looking upwards. Hilda pulled out a pair of small Minolta binoculars and studied her boyfriend and his mother. After fifteen minutes the next display roared past the beach, a formation P-51 and British Spitfire twin ship aerobatic routine. Hilda saw what she was waiting for through her binoculars. She walked down, away from the fence. She threaded her way between the parasols, the ice boxes and the uplifted faces. As she did so she unclasped her bikini top next to a group of young men and put it in her bag. One of them gasped and tapped his buddies on the shoulder. Cameras swung around from the P-51 and the Spitfire rolling skyward to the topless girl wandering past. She continued in the general direction along the beach towards Davy and his mom. She stopped near another mixed group of people in their twenties. She dipped down and pulled off her bikini bottoms. Into her bag they went. A girl in the group, already watching her, gasped and pulled her boyfriend's elbow. Naked apart from her sandals, still clasping her canvas bag, she headed back up to the fence and walked along it to Davy and his mom. By now she was being watched by perhaps two hundred people, of whom one hundred and ninety had cameras. All eyes were focused on her. No-one noticed the activities under the shade of a parasol by the fence twenty feet from her. Hilda upped her stride, knowing that this was the moment when timing was everything. As she closed she heard the roar of the WWII planes drown out any other noise, and she also saw with sick satisfaction that she had timed it right. Davy was lying back on his beach chair with his face looking out and up, his shades on. His mom, with her back to Hilda had her head completely under the large towel covering his lap. It was bobbing up and down. With hundreds of onlookers Hilda reached down and roughly pulled the towel away. Dr. Andrea Masson MD FACP was resting her head on her son's belly, her mouth engulfing a good proportion of his erect cock. Hilda had caught her on the down stroke. Davy opened his eyes, startled, and removed his shades to better see what was going on. It was a decision he would later regret. His mom backed off his cock, licking her lips and looked around in panic, still grasping his erection. Later, pictures of this would be even worse than the ones of her with his cock in her mouth because they could be more easily edited for the mass media. And her face more easily recognized. Hilda wrapped the towel around herself and bowed to the enthralled audience. But everyone watching Hilda had now switched to Davy and his mom. Which had been her intention. A hundred photos had already been taken. Within seconds Davy had covered up and his mom had scrambled away from him in horror. But it was too late. As the Spitfire and P-51 roared off home, the first images were being uploaded onto the internet. Some, of course, was live action video, which went viral. The airshow was over for Davy and his mom. Along with many other things.