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want.”
    “It’s what…” I started, but he cut in.
    “It is what we all want now. You lie to yourself if you want, but you could have stopped her last night, you know you could have. You didn’t, you gave in.”
    “It was so wrong.” I shook my head.
    ‘No Jason, the only thing wrong was when you left her there alone like a hooker.” He sighed, “She was hurt this morning and disappointed.”
    “I should have known better.” I agreed.
    “Not only that, but she was disappointed because it was going to be your turn to take care of her, she was looking forward to waking you up in a….” he looked away. “Fun way and letting you make her feel good.”
    “I don’t know if I could.”
    “You can.” He told me. “You need to forget about all this moral bullshit and just go with it. You want her now Jason, you’d be a fool not to.”
    “I…I’ll apologize to her.” I said, trying not to respond to his last words.
    “You’ll do better than that.” He told me, standing, “Come with me.”
    “Where are we going, I asked, standing as well.”
    “I’m going for a long walk, you’re going to make last night up to Cynthia.”
    Without waiting for an answer he turned and walked inside. I followed him through the beach house and reaching the doors to the main deck we went right back outside. I froze as soon as I stepped through the door and saw Mom.
    She was lying on her stomach on lounge chair wearing just the bottom of the skimpy red bikini. Her top was untied and laying beneath her, exposing the smooth skin of her back. As if they had a mind of their own, my eyes started at the bottom of her bare feet and worked their way along the length of her tanned legs to linger on that amazing ass.
    It was hot as hell and her dark skin was glistening with sweat. Mom’s blonde hair was pulled up in a bun and I again found myself staring at the soft skin of her neck. Mom shifted in the chair and to my chagrin spread her legs open a little more. I swallowed as I stared at the skin of her inner thigh and tried not to stare at the small strip of material that covered her…
    “Here.” Dad’s voice cut into my observation of my mother’s body.
    I looked at him to see he was holding a bottle of suntan lotion.
    “Why don’t you rub this on Cynthia while I make myself scarce for awhile?”
    I took the bottle he pressed into my hand and looked at him to see him staring longingly at Mom. He sighed and with a shrug said, “Take your time and do whatever she wants.” He looked me in the eye. “Do whatever you want.”
    He abruptly turned away from me and walking down the stairs to the beach headed down towards the chowder house, he didn’t look back.
    “You going to be a good boy and put some lotion on me baby?” Mom asked.
    I turned to see she had propped herself up on her elbows and I could see her tits, right down to the nipples. I quickly turned my head and walking around the chair, sat down at the end of it between her feet.
    “Yeah sure,” I said nervously. “Whatever you want Mom.”
    “It’s Cynthia and be careful with that, you have no idea what I want.”
    Yeah I do, I thought. Tipping the bottle I squirted some of the lotion onto her back and leaning forward started rubbing it into her warm skin.
    “Oh, that feels so good.” Mom purred as my hands needed her shoulders. “You have such nice strong hands.
    “Thanks.” I said lamely as I squirted some more lotion on her.
    For the next several minutes I rubbed the lotion into Mom’s back and down her arms. I had planned on doing it quickly, but fact was I was enjoying not only the feeling of her soft skin, but the noises she was making as I rubbed her down were driving me crazy. They started as contented sighs, but were now closer to moans of pleasure as I worked the small of her back. At this point I was fighting to keep my eyes on her back and not trail down to her legs and ass. Mom had her face down and turned to the side and her eyes were