Chapter 157: Roaring Surf & Raging Hormones_1

Chapter 157: Roaring Surf & Raging Hormones_1 This story is the property of Mom's Bedroom, written by author Klrxo.

It is purely fictional, and all characters in this story are over the age of

18.

Roaring Surf & Raging Hormones

By Klrxo

"Honey, I need your help," Coral exclaimed, her voice laced with

excitement. Her voluptuous figure was adorned in a barely-there

bikini top, her huge breasts bouncing as she spoke. "Slater's planning

an exciting surfing adventure up the coast and I'm going with him."

Her husband Rex furrowed his brow, concern etched on his face.

"Coral, what about the girls? You can't just run off for a week like

some carefree teenager with no responsibilities. Who will take care of

the kids?"

Coral waved a dismissive hand, her mind consumed with the thrill of

the upcoming journey. "Fuck, Rex, don't worry so much. The girls will

stay with my mother. The only thing you have to worry about is the

dog." As she spoke, her eyes sparkled with anticipation and her body

practically vibrated with excitement.

"How on earth do you plan on going a week without sex?" Rex asked,

his voice tinged with disbelief. He knew his wife, Coral, was a

nymphomaniac freak who loved to fuck at every opportunity.

Coral's eyebrows furrowed as she paused for a moment, her full lips

biting down on her bottom lip in deep thought. She was like an addict,

unable to go even an hour without touching herself or a day without

having a cock buried inside her.

"I'll figure something out," she finally answered, shrugging her

shoulders nonchalantly. But both of them knew that it would be nearly

impossible for Coral to resist her insatiable urges for an entire week.

Rex chuckled, the corners of his mouth turning up in a sly smile.

"Honey, we both know that's not possible," he teased, knowing full

well that Coral's cravings were too strong to deny for long.

Coral couldn't help but laugh at her husband's accuracy. "Alright, fine.

Maybe I'll pack a few of my fuck-toys to help me along," she said

mischievously, her eyes sparkling with naughty intent.

Slater was the spitting image of his mother, Coral. He shared her

sun-kissed skin and bleached blonde hair, which gave him an

irresistible surfer-boy vibe. His body was lean and chiseled, a result

of countless hours spent surfing and chasing waves. But it wasn't just

his physique that turned every girl's head, it was also his insatiable

appetite for sex inherited from his wild and carefree mother.

When he wasn't catching waves in the ocean, Slater could be found

in the back of his restored VW bus, fucking beautiful women he had

met at the beach. He had a particular attraction to those with

voluptuous curves and huge tits, which he would eagerly suck and

nibble on while thrusting his impressive 10-inch erection deep inside

their tight, slippery folds. The local girls had given him a fitting

nickname - "hammerhead" - in reference to the large, tapered head of

his massive member that relentlessly pounded against the cervix of

every woman he bedded, determined to penetrate even deeper.

"Let's go get some action, mom," Slater declared, his dark eyes

blazing with energy and mischief. He effortlessly scooped up Coral,

slinging her over his broad shoulder while grabbing her bag in the

other hand. She squealed and laughed, feeling the sun-warmed skin

of his neck against her bare legs as he carried her towards his van.

The succulent cheeks of her rounded, bikini-thonged ass pointed

towards the sky, the scent of coconut sunscreen and saltwater filled

the air around them.

"I was born ready for action, hammerhead," Coral teased, a playful

glint in her aqua green eyes.

Slater chuckled, setting her down next to his van with a thud. "Hey,

how did you know that was my nickname?"

Coral's lips curled into a sly smile as she sauntered closer to him. "I

have my ways," she replied enigmatically, leaving Slater to wonder

just how well she knew him. With the ocean crashing in the

background and the warm breeze tousling their hair, they were both

ready for whatever adventures this summer would bring.

The sleek, aqua-colored van zipped along the winding highway 101,

hugging the curves of the scenic coast. The windows were rolled

down, allowing the salty ocean air to rush in and mix with the blaring

surf rock anthem "Miserlou" by Dick Dale.

Coral sat sideways in her seat, her long blonde hair whipping behind

her like a flag in the wind. Her tanned legs were spread wide open,

one bare foot propped up on Slater's shoulder while the other rested

on the center console. From this angle, Slater had an unobstructed

view of Coral's bikini-clad crotch, barely covered by the thin fabric

that hugged her smooth outer labial folds and defined her cuntal

fissure. It was an intentionally provocative position and Coral reveled

in it, her plump, pink lips parting as she let out a satisfied sigh.

"Mm, that breeze feels amazing," she yelled over the music, leaning

even further out the window and causing her king-sized tits to

practically spill out of her tiny bikini top. Their journey had just begun,

but already Coral was feeling wild and free, ready for whatever

adventure awaited them on this coastal road trip.

"Careful, mom. Your boobs might snap that bikini top right in two,"

Slater stated, still eyeballing her magnificent mounds.

"Somehow I doubt you'd care," she giggled, sliding her toes along his

chin. She brought them to his mouth, their nails glowing with bright

red polish and began to slip them teasingly inside his mouth.

"What are you doing?" Slater giggled.

"Just suck on my toes," she grinned. "It's not like I'm asking you to

suck on my clit or something. Are you scared?"

"He'll no, I ain't scared."

"Then suck on them," she playfully urged.

Slater eagerly complied, his lips closing around her polished toes one

by one as they danced in his mouth. Coral let out a contented sigh as

he enjoyed this playful activity, her hips twitching in response. The

breeze continued to rush through the van, the scent of saltwater

mingling with the sweet odor of her arousal.

As they continued down the winding road, Coral's cheeks began to

flush with arousal. "I need a rest area," she announced, panting

slightly.

"You need to pee already?" Slater asked, glancing at her with

concern.

"Nobody said anything about needing to pee," Coral replied with a sly

grin.

Slater's eyes drifted down to her lower regions, silently

acknowledging what she truly needed. "Well, if that's all you need,

you can just go in the back and do it. No need for us to stop," he

suggested.

Coral chuckled at his nonchalant attitude towards her self-pleasure.

"When it comes to naughty things, you think of everything, don't you

my hammerhead," she teased, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek

before climbing into the back of the van.

She pulled the curtain closed behind her, leaving a small two-inch

gap that drew Slater's attention.

Coral quickly slipped off her vibrant bikini bottom and retrieved a

sleek, battery-operated vibrating wand from her bag. With a sly smile,

she settled onto the back seat of the car and propped her long,

tanned legs up in the air. Anticipation built as she clicked on her toy

and brought it down to her overheated vagina, pressing it against her

pulsating clit. She let out a contented sigh at the overwhelming

sensations coursing through her body.

From the front of the van, Slater cautiously peered back through his Sёarch* The Nôvel(F)ire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

rear view mirror. A small gap in the curtain allowed him a tantalizing

glimpse of Coral's form. Her legs were thrown up in the air, toes

clenched in delight, as she squirmed on the rear seat. His gaze

zeroed in on her glistening skin, flushed with pleasure, and he

couldn't help but feel a stirring in his board shorts. He imagined the

vibrating wand pressed against her sensitive clit, moving in quick,

circular motions to drive her wild with desire. The thought of her

writhing in ecstasy sent a delicious rush of arousal through his body,

making it hard for him to focus on driving.

Like most guys his age, he'd spent plenty of hours fantasizing about

his mom. She was his first crush, his first love, and his biggest sexual

obsession. But now, seeing her with her legs in the air, her toes

curled up in pleasure, and that battery-operated toy buzzing against

her clit, he realized that the fantasies weren't enough. He needed to

see it all, to touch her, to taste her. He needed to be a part of her

pleasure. He needed to be inside her, exploring her hot, tight core

with his hammerhead, and give her the most intense orgasm she'd

ever had.

Coral clenched her pretty white teeth together as the vibrator zipped

back and forth over her throbbing clit, her hips bucking wildly. Her

moans grew louder with each passing second, and the scent of her

arousal filled the van.

"Fuck," she snarled, closing her eyes and grinding harder against the

pulsating wand. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Her climax was building, cresting higher and higher until finally, she

slammed the toy into her pulsating cunt, screaming into the curtained

space as her orgasm took her. Wave after wave of pleasure washed

over her, her inner walls tightening and releasing in a frenzy.

When at last she had come down from the edge, she let out a

contented sigh and turned off the wand. Slater could hear the

clattering of the wand hitting her floor of the van.

"You alright back there, mom?" he asked, a hint of nervousness in his

voice.

"Yeah, I'm good. Just needed a little break. I think we should pull over

and take a dip in the ocean. I could really go for a swim."

"You got it," Slater replied, pulling the van onto the next rest area. He

popped the trunk and grabbed a drink out of the cooler and the aroma

of his mom's sweet pussy wafted out, filling his lungs.

"A good dip would sure feel good, but so would some good, hot sex,"

he confessed.

Coral snickered and hugged him, crushing her fat tits against his

shirtless chest. "Your so much like your mom it's crazy," she stated.

"Always craving your next fuck, aren't you?"

"Well, God didn't give me a dick so it could sit in my shorts all day,"

joked Slater, his deep voice laced with playful banter.

A sly grin tugged at Coral's lips as she countered with a teasing

remark of her own. "I'm the one who gave you your 'big dick' with that

juicy hammerhead tip. You should be thanking me for that."

Slater's suggestive grin widened as he leaned in closer to her. "How

would you like me to thank you?"

Coral's gaze flickered down to his bulging crotch and then back up to

meet his mischievous eyes. "Don't tempt me. I'm more than you could

handle."

Slater chuckled, unfazed by her challenge. "That's what all the girls

say. And trust me, I handle them pretty fucking well." His confidence

oozed out from every word.

"All the girls your age, you mean?" Coral quipped, rolling her eyes.

"My advice: if you really wanna get fucked, find a mom my age. We'll

make you cum so fucking hard your balls will be sore for days."

Slater sighed at her words, knowing she was probably right. He

watched as she started down the path towards the beach, the sun

kissing her bronzed skin and highlighting the curves of her body. Her

thong was tucked between her meaty ass-cheeks, leaving very little

to the imagination as it swayed atop her gorgeous, tan legs. The

outer layer of fat jiggled beneath the smooth skin of her cheeks,

tempting him even more.

Slater and Coral plunged into the inviting ocean, relishing the tingling

sensation of cool water against their skin. The waves were larger

than they had expected, rising and falling with magnificent force. As

they frolicked in the salty sea, a particularly powerful wave pummeled

into Coral, causing her bikini top to fly off and disappear into the

depths.

"Shit, I lost my bikini top," Coral exclaimed to her son, who was still

treading water beside her.

Slater offered to retrieve another one from their van, but Coral simply

shrugged it off. "Don't worry about it, darling. They're just boobs," she

chuckled, floating on her back and basking in the warm sun. "Nothing

you or anyone else on this beach hasn't seen before." She winked

mischievously at him as she adjusted her bottoms and continued to

enjoy their playful swim together.

When they were finished, the mother sauntered across the beach,

drawing the attention of every guy in her path. As she and Slater

strolled back towards the van, the movement of her enormous wet tits

captivated all who watched. Each step caused them to jiggle and bob,

a hypnotizing dance that left onlookers in awe. But none was more

fascinated than Slater, whose eyes were fixed on her jutting boobies

as they bounced with each step. He couldn't help but marvel at their

sheer size and fullness. Her areolas were wide and dusky pink,

encircling thick, suckable nipples that protruded from their centers.

Slater had definitely indulged in his fair share of titty sucking during

his beach adventures, but none compared to the massive and

succulent breasts of Coral. They were a sight to behold, and he found

himself entranced by their beauty and size.

"Mom, you're like a whole fucking water park up there!" he shouted,

laughing as her massive tits bobbed up and down. "How do you even

manage to swim with those things?"

Coral turned around to face him, her eyes crinkling with amusement

as she playfully punched him in the arm. "I guess you'll never have to

worry about me drowning in this ocean, will you?" she said with a

laugh.

Slater shook his head, grinning ear to ear. "No, I don't think so.

You're a goddamn beacon of buoyancy out there," he said, his eyes

never leaving her chest.

Coral looked down, her cheeks flushing slightly at the compliment.

"You're a funny boy," she said, a hint of warmth in her voice. "But let's

not forget who taught you how to swim in the first place."

As they made their way back to the van, three attractive girls passed

by them, their sun-kissed bodies adorned in skimpy bikinis that left

little to the imagination. Each one turned to look at Slater as they

walked by, their eyes filled with desire and longing.

"Hey, Slater," one of the girls called out, her voice playful and flirty.

Slater waved back with a grin, enjoying the attention from the trio of

beauties.

His mother chuckled beside him. "One of your many conquests I

assume?"

Slater laughed, the memory of fucking the girl's sweet, tight pussy in

the back of his van already fading from his mind. "I vaguely

remember her. She wasn't very good."

Coral chimed in with a sly smile. "Ah yes, these young girls may be

pretty to look at, but they wouldn't know what to do with someone like

you."

"Maybe you should give lessons on how to fuck, mom," Slater

suggested playfully, "since you seem to have such a knack for it

yourself."

"Well, I do love to fuck," Coral candidly admitted, "and if you do

something enough times it becomes second nature."

Slater chuckled, shaking his head at his mom's audacity. He knew

she was right though; no one could compete with the expertise of a

woman who had been in the game for decades.

They reached the van and began drying off, but Slater was anxious to

stay on the subject of sex and he had a hard time keeping his eyes

off of Coral's big, jiggling tits as she dried herself.

"Have you ever had one of those super-orgasms, or is that just a

myth, like Bigfoot or a rainbow unicorn?"

"You mean have I cum a hundred times in a row? No," Coral

answered, "but I have had some orgasms that made me see stars

and hear angels sing. And let me tell you, baby, once you've

experienced that - that toe-curling, soul-shaking ecstasy - it's hard to

settle for anything less."

"See, that's the way I wanna make a girl cum," Slater stated. "I wanna

make her scream so loud she shatters my fucking windows. We'll, not

really, that could get expensive, but you know what I mean."

"Well, I'll tell you what, you give me advice on how to improve my

surfing skills and I'll give you pointers on how to make a girl cum like

a fucking natural disaster," Coral proposed, smirking.

Slater laughed, appreciating his mother's suggestion. "Deal," he said,

reaching out for a handshake.

"What's this handshake, bullshit?" Coral snickered. "I'm your mom.

We don't shake, we hug."

Slater glanced at her wobbling tits excitedly. "I won't argue with that."

Slater sighed as she hugged him, feeling the warmth and weight of

her fleshy orbs squash between them. Her fat nipples prodded

against his skin, making his cock stiffen. Their hug seemed to last a

little longer than usual as Coral let her son enjoy the fullness of her

tits against him.

Coral decided to forgo yet another bikini and instead chose a skimpy,

crop top t-shirt to pair with her bottoms as they hit the open road once

again. The sun was high in the sky when they arrived at their first

surfing spot, and the waves crashed against the shore in a

mesmerizing rhythm. The back of the van became their lunch spot, as

they refueled and prepared for their day on the water. Slater gave his

mom some pointers on surfing, eagerly pointing out different

techniques and spots to catch the perfect wave before they even

dipped their toes in the sea. His passion for the sport was contagious,

and Coral couldn't wait to try out his tips in the crashing waters

ahead.

As they prepared to hit the waves, Coral suddenly offered her own

advice. "You need to understand pussy before you can really get a

woman to scream."

"Um...ok," Slated stated, his attention piqued.

"Don't make assumptions about what every person with a vagina

likes, and don't base your actions on what you see in porn."

"Is that a piece of advice?" Slater inquired.

"It sure is," Coral replied with a smile. "You shared surfing tips, so I'll

share a tip about how to fuck in a way that gives girl an intense

orgasm. That was our agreement, right?"

"Absolutely," Slater agreed, prompting Coral to continue her counsel.

"First, communication is key. Ask girls how they like to be fucked,

don't assume you know. We're all different, just like these waves.

Some girls like it slow and gentle, others like it fast and rough. Watch

their reactions and listen to their desires."

"Got it," Slater nodded.

"Second, don't be afraid to try new things. Like surfing, you'll never

master it if you don't take risks and push your boundaries. Every

pussy is different, so experiment and explore."

"I can do that."

"Third, foreplay is just as important as the main event. You wouldn't

just jump on a board and expect to ride the waves without some

warm-up first, right? The same goes for fucking. Take your time,

tease, and build anticipation."

"Build anticipating," Slater repeated. "Damn, I feel like I should be

taking notes."

"You better, I'm gonna quiz you later," Coral joked.

"Any other advice?"

"Yes, remember to be patient," Coral continued. "Surfing takes time to

master, as does fucking a girl to a toe-curling orgasm. Some days

you'll catch the perfect wave and others you'll wipe out, but it's all part

of the learning process. The same goes for fucking. Some days you'll

make her see stars, and others you won't. But keep trying, because

the rewards are worth it."

Slater nodded, taking in his mother's words. "I'll remember that next

time I'm between a girl's legs."

"Good," Coral said, "because you're gonna have to practice a lot if

you want to become a master at it."

As they stepped off the van and onto the soft, warm sand, their eyes

were immediately drawn to the vast expanse of sparkling blue ocean

that lay before them. The sound of crashing waves filled their ears,

soothing and invigorating at the same time.

But their admiration was cut short by a local surfer named Rusty, his

fiery red hair and smattering of freckles fitting his name perfectly. He

had a group of other surfers surrounding him, all with similarly

intimidating looks on their faces. It was clear they were the cool kids,

the ones who ruled this beach.

"Sorry, this beach is closed to posers today," Rusty sneered.

Slater and Coral exchanged glances, their determination only growing

stronger. They were not going to let these bullies ruin their day.

"Well, I guess it should be open to me then, 'cause I'm no poser,"

Slater declared defiantly as he and Coral hoisted their boards onto

their shoulders and marched towards the ocean.

Rusty's grin faltered slightly, but he quickly recovered with a snide

remark. "Maybe not...but I bet your mom's a whore though."

Slater paused, clenching his jaw and his fists. Coral placed a hand on

his shoulder to stop things from getting out of hand. "Let it go, babe,"

she advised, glaring back at the gang and speaking loud enough so

they could hear. "Let someone else clean this dog shit off the beach."

"I heard that," Rusty shouted.

"I'm sure you did," Coral said with a smirk, flipping him the bird.

Slater chuckled and walked alongside his mom, both aware that they

had just made some enemies. But they didn't care. They were

determined to enjoy their day surfing.

As they waded into the water and began to catch waves, Slater could

feel the excitement coursing through his veins. The adrenaline rush

that came with climbing onto a wave and riding it to the shore, the

salty mist hitting his face, the sound of the crashing waves - it was all

exhilarating. He glanced at Coral, who certainly wasn't as skilled as

he was, but was still riding the waves with ease and grace.

"Mom, when you're about to pop up on the board, make sure to use

your legs to kick off the water and create momentum. That'll help you

catch the wave easier."

Coral took his advice and perfected her technique, riding with more

confidence with each wave she caught. She could feel the excitement

building within her as she continued to improve.

They straddled their boards in the calm water, waiting for their next

set of waves. Coral took advantage of this pause to offer more tips of

her own.

"When you're fucking a girl," she began, "you want to think of it like

surfing. You've got to ride that wave, feel the rhythm, and adjust your

position accordingly. Trust your natural sense of balance."

Slater grinned at his mom's recommendation. "I like that analogy. It's

all about timing and control, right?"

"Absolutely," Coral replied. "Just like you told me to kick my feet to

create more momentum, you can use your hips to create a better

rhythm and drive your cock home with every thrust. Use your core,

too, and breathe. It's all about coordination and control when your

fucking a girl."

"I got it, Mom. So just like I surf, I can fuck like a pro, right?"

"Yep," Coral giggled, "and feel that rush of conquering nature, both on

the waves and between the sheets."

When they finished surfing they were shocked when they got back to

the van to find Rusty and his goons waiting for them. They had

followed them out of spite, hoping to cause more trouble.

Slater and Coral didn't flinch. They both knew they couldn't back

down now. They were determined to enjoy their road trip without fear.

"What do you want?" Slater asked, standing tall beside his mother.

Rusty smirked, "We saw you guys surfing, thought maybe we could

give you some pointers. You know, since you're a newcomer and all."

Coral raised an eyebrow, "Pointers? Sorry, but we don't take pointers

from a bunch of bed wetting bullies."

"Watch your mouth before I smack you, bitch!" Rusty shouted, but

before he could even take a step forward, Slater moved with

lightning-fast reflexes and delivered a swift punch straight to Rusty's

face. The bully let out a pained grunt as he fell to the ground,

clutching eye.

The rest of Rusty's gang hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to

do. Coral seized this opportunity, grasping her son by the arm. "Let's

get out of here," she said, gesturing to the van.

Slater quickly followed her, not looking back at Rusty and his beaten

friends. As they climbed into the van, Coral started the engine and

drove off, leaving the bullies behind.

"Well, that was a close call," Slater said, rubbing his knuckles. "I

thought the rest of those guys were gonna jump me."

"Close calls build character," Coral replied. "Let's find a friendlier

beach to set up camp for the night. I'm not in the mood for more

trouble."

"Agreed." Slater replied, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at

sticking up for his mom. They drove along the coastline, scouting for

a quieter, less frequented beach.

As they turned a bend, they spotted the perfect spot. The sun was

beginning to set, casting a warm glow on the sand and water. They

pulled the van onto the secluded beach and began preparing the

back for the night.

The back seat folded down into a large, comfortable bed, perfect for

an evening of rest and relaxation. Slater and his mom crawled

beneath the big blanket they'd be sharing, Slater wearing just his

briefs and Coral in panties and a snug cami top.

"Looks like we finally found paradise," Slater murmured into the

warmth of Coral's hair as they lay intertwined on the bed.

"It sure does," Coral agreed, running a gentle hand down Slater's

chest, her huge, soft tits mashed against his side. "Although I'm sure

you'd like to be sinking your cock into some hot babe right now."

"Hmm, maybe," Slater said with a sly grin, his fingers tracing the

curve of his mother's hip. "But you're a pretty hot babe yourself,

mom."

Coral laughed softly, her eyes dancing with mischief. "Well, thank

you, babe, but what are you saying...that you wanna sink your boymeat

into the pussy that birthed you?"

"Well, if we're being honest," Slater began, a smirk tugging at the

corners of his lips, "it's not like I haven't fantasized about it before."

Coral giggled, the sound sending a shiver down his spine. "Oh,

really? When was the first time you had that thought?"

Slater hesitated for a moment, but then decided to be truthful. "When

you were pregnant with Amy."

"Wow, you were only like...thirteen," Coral joked, lightly running her

fingers over his chest again. "But I find that thought kind of hot. In a

twisted, incestuous way."

"You're not going to judge me, are you?" Slater asked, his heart rate

picking up at the thought of the conversation taking an unexpected

turn.

"I could, but I'm too turned on by the idea to care," Coral admitted,

her breath becoming more ragged.

Slater felt himself growing harder at her words, his erection now

straining against the tight material of his briefs. "You mean, turned on

by the thought of you and I, um..."

"Fucking?" Coral finished for him, her voice low and sultry. "Since

we're being honest, yes, I'm turned on by the idea of us, a mother

and her son, getting it on hot and nasty. It's fucking taboo, and that's

exactly what gets me wet."

Slater's eyes widened in shock, but then his cock twitched at the

thought of the forbidden act. "I didn't think you'd be into that, mom."

"Well, I've always had a thing for bad boys," Coral replied, her fingers

playing with his nipples."And what's more bad than wanting to fuck

the shit out of your own mother."

"I guess that makes me the bad boy you always wanted, huh?" Slater

asked, his voice a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Coral gazed into his eyes with a sultry stare. "I don't know. Do you

wanna be my bad boy?" she whispered, gently running her toes down

his leg.

"Maybe," he grinned.

"Maybe, huh?" Coral said, brazenly pulling down his briefs to reveal

his hard cock. Her hand gripped it, taking long, exploring strokes that

made Slater gasp in disbelief.

"See, your fucking rock hard," she noted. "You wouldn't be this erect

right now if you weren't really into the idea of fucking your own mom."

Slater shivered at the sensation of his mom's warm hand around him,

his eyes locked on her face. "Yeah, but can we, um...do that?" he

asked. "Fuck each other I mean?"

Coral smirked, a devilish glint in her eye. "I don't see why not, babe.

After all, we're already on a road trip, living life to the fullest, and

exploring our boundaries. Why not this one too?"

Slater hesitated for a moment but then nodded, his heart pounding in

his chest. "Mom, please tell me you're not joking with me right now,"

he whispered, his voice trembling.

Coral leaned down and gently kissed his nipple, her lips soft and

warm against his skin. "Oh, I'm not joking, babe," she purred, "this is

the real deal. The question is, are you man enough to give it a go?"

Slater swallowed hard, his cock twitching at the prospect of taking

things further. "Yes," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I am."

With a wicked grin, Coral moved further down his body, her lips

trailing along his chest and abdomen until she reached his erect

member. Her eyes widened and her heart fluttered when she saw

just how long and fat it was; 10-inches of delicious, vein-encrusted

fuck-meat, made for fucking. She took him in her mouth, her warm,

wet lips surrounding his shaft as she sucked gently.

Slater moaned softly, his hands gripping the blanket tightly. He

couldn't believe what was happening, but there was a part of him that

had been curious about this forbidden desire for a long time.

As her expertise with her mouth became apparent, he couldn't help

but wonder how many thousands of blowjobs she had given in her

life.

"Damn, mom, you know just how to get things started right," he

groaned.

Coral smiled around his cock, the warmth of her hand wrapping

around the thick base of his shaft. "I've given a few blowjobs in my

time," she admitted, her lips gliding up and down his length. "But I

promise you, I've saved my best performance until right now."

As she continued to pleasure him, Slater found himself growing more

aroused. His heart raced, pounding in his chest, as his mom

continued to suck and lick at his cock. The sensation was unlike

anything he had ever experienced before despite having gotten

plenty of sloppy blowjobs in the back of his van.

Coral's hand snaked around to cup his balls, gently massaging them

as she continued to work on his cock, the rounded ring of her beestung

lips gliding up and down his thick stalk, making the fat, blue

veins shimmer with saliva.

Slater's thoughts raced with the taboo nature of the situation.But as

Coral continued to give him the most intense blowjob of his life, he

couldn't help but let his inhibitions go.

"Fuck, mom...I can't believe you're doing this to me," he whispered,

losing himself in the moment. "This feels so...so wrong, yet so right."

Coral giggled around his cock, the sound vibrating through the shaft

and making Slater's toes curl. "That's the beauty of a taboo fuck," she

murmured, "they feel like they shouldn't be happening, but the thrill of

breaking a taboo just makes them feel even more intense."

Slater moaned, his hips bucking involuntarily as he felt Coral's tongue

curl against the band of skin that connected his knob to his foeskin.

"Oh, god, mom," he groaned. "You're so good at this."

Coral pulled back, smirking up at him. "You better believe it, baby,"

she said, her voice low and sultry. "And I'm only just getting started."

She kissed the tip of his cock, her eyes locked onto his, as she

slowed her movements, teasing him by flickering her licker all over

his bulbous "hammerhead." Slater's breath hitched, the anticipation

building, as he watched her slowly take him back into her mouth, the

velvety warmth of her lips enveloping him.

"Oh, fuck, mom..." he panted, his eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure

overwhelmed him.

Coral hummed around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers

through him. She knew exactly what she was doing, and the look in

her eyes told him she was just as thrilled as he was.

Slater felt a hand wrap around his erection, stroking it in time with the

rhythm of Coral's mouth, the warmth of the hand and the slick

wetness of her throat blending together, sending waves of ecstasy

coursing through him.

"Take me deeper, mom," he groaned, his hips bucking involuntary.

"See if you can swallow all my dick."

Coral smirked, her eyes never leaving his as she slowly took him

deeper, her lips stretching around his girth. She could feel his cock

growing even harder, the veins pulsing with each beat of his heart.

"Oh, god, yes," Slater moaned. "You're doing so good."

Coral hummed again, the vibrations making his cock twitch in

response. She pulled back again, her lips glistening with saliva, and

looked up at him, a wicked grin on her face. "I told you I'd save my

best for you, baby," she purred, her voice low and sultry. "And I'm not

done yet."

She leaned back down, her mouth closing around his cock once

more, this time taking him in deeper than before, her tongue flicking

against the sensitive spot just beneath the head. Slater moaned

louder, his hands gripping the blanket tightly as he tried to control his

breathing.

Coral's hand continued to stroke him in time with her mouth, her

fingers sliding up and down his shaft, her nails scraping lightly against

his skin. The sensation was electrifying, and Slater knew he wouldn't

be able to last much longer.

"I'm gonna cum, mom," he warned, his voice raspy with arousal. "I'm

gonna cum if you don't stop."

Coral pulled back, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Why the fuck

would I stop? This is the best part."

She chuckled and returned to her task, sucking him harder and

faster, her hand matching the rhythm of her mouth. Slater could feel

the orgasm building, the pleasure intensifying with every stroke, every

suck, every moan from Coral.

"Oh, fuck...motherfucker," he groaned, his hips bucking as he

reached the edge. "I'm gonna cum!"

Coral hummed around his cock, her eyes locked on his, daring him to

pour his hot seed down her throat. He felt his balls tighten, the

pressure building, and then it happened. Hot, thick cum erupted from

his cock, shooting down Coral's throat, coating the back of her mouth.

Slater groaned, his head thrown back as he spurted, cumming harder

and longer than he ever had before. Coral gulped it down, her eyes

never leaving his, her hand working him until the last drop was spent.

"Goodamn, that was good," Slater panted, finally able to catch his

breath.

Coral smirked up at him, her eyes shining with satisfaction. "I told you

I'd take care of you, baby," she said, her voice still seductive and low.

"And that was just a blowjob. Wait until you see how my hot, tight

pussy can make you feel."

Slater swallowed hard, trying to clear the haze of ecstasy from his

mind. "Hot damn," he stated, feeling another rush of adrenaline. "I'm

gonna fuck you so hard, mom."

Coral giggled, throwing off her cami top and releasing her big,

wobbling boobies. "Oh, yeah?" she purred, her eyes gleaming with

mischief as she quickly stripped her panties off. "Let's see if that cock

of yours can handle a pussy like mine."

Slater's eyes widened as he took in the sight of his mother's naked

body. The thought of fucking her had been a taboo fantasy for so long

that he couldn't believe it was finally happening. But seeing her

naked, her body glistening with sweat from the passionate blowjob

she had just given him, he knew that he was ready for whatever

came next.

"I'm warning you, mom, I'm not going easy on you," Slater said, his

voice husky with lust. "I'm gonna make you feel every inch of my

cock, and you're gonna love it."

Coral laughed, climbing on top of him, her breasts heaving enticingly.

"Oh, I know you will, baby," she breathed, her eyes locked onto his.

"You're just like your mother. You love a hard, nasty fuck."

She slowly lowered herself onto his erect cock, feeling the thick

pulsing "hammerhead" stretch through the remnants of her hymen

and into her juice-slickened entrance.

Slater moaned, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her as she

impaled herself. "Oh, fuck, mom...you feel so good," he groaned. "So

fucking tight."

Coral bit her lip, her eyes rolling back as she adjusted to the size of

his sinewy cock, feeling it stretch her pussy wide. "Just wait until you

feel how tight my cunt can get," she purred, her voice low and sultry.

"I'm going to wrap my pussy muscles around you so tight that you

won't be able to feel anything but the pleasure."

Slater gasped, feeling her pussy contracting around his cock, milking

him. "Fuck...fuck," he groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily. "You're

going to kill me, mom."

"This isn't one of those inexperienced teenage pussies you're used

to, baby," she stated. "This is a tight, wet, and experienced pussy

that's going to give you the ride of your life."

Slater couldn't believe what was happening. His mother, the woman

who had raised and nurtured him, was now riding him like a skilled

porn star. Her hips were moving in a perfect, rhythmic motion, each

thrust feeling more intense than the last.

"Oh, fuck, mom," he groaned, his hands reaching up to grip her tits.

"You're driving me wild."

Coral laughed, her eyes locked on his. "That's the idea, baby," she

purred, her voice low and sultry. "I wanna make you feel so good that

you'll beg me for more."

She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "Do you want more,

baby?"

Slater groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily as he felt her creamy

cleavage swollow his neck "Yes, mom. Please, more. Fuck me

harder."

Coral grinned, her eyes shining with satisfaction. "You dirty boy," she

whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "I love the way you're just as

nasty as I am."

She leaned down, her tongue laving at his ear, sending shivers down

his spine. "I'm gonna give you more, baby," she promised, her voice

dropping to a sultry growl. "I'm gonna make you cum so fucking hard

that you'll never forget it."

She started riding him harder, her hips slamming down onto his cock,

her pussy muscles clenching and releasing in a rhythm that was

driving him wild. Slater moaned, his hands gripping her hips, his

fingernails digging into her flesh as he tried to control himself.

"Oh, fuck, mom," he groaned, his hips bucking to meet her thrusts as

he gazed upward at the wild display of bouncing tit-flesh.

Coral chuckled, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "That's

right, baby. Fuck me," she demanded, her voice hoarse with lust.

"Make me soak your cock with my honey."

He complied eagerly, his cock pounding into her with a fierce intensity

as she rode him, her pussy tightening around him with each thrust.

The sight of Coral's naked body bouncing atop his, her gigantic

breasts swinging and jiggling with every movement, sent a surge of

desire through him that he couldn't control.

One of the things his mom did that the other girls didn't was alternate

between bouncing on his cock and slowing down to a sinuous,

deliberate grind, her pussy muscles flexing and squeezing him like a

vice.

"Fuck, mom, your pussy is like a wet, hot vice around my cock,"

Slater gasped, his hips bucking to match her rhythm.

Coral smirked, her eyes never leaving his. "You should expect no

less from a fuck-freak like me, baby" she purred, her voice dripping

with lust.

Her eyes rolled back as a powerful orgasm started to build within her.

"I can see why all the girls call you hammerhead," she gasped,

feeling his spongy crown push against her cervix, smearing its

slippery precum against the rounded ring situated at its entrance.

"Your cock is so fucking long and hard, and you knob is... oh, shit it's

divine."

Slater felt a rush of pride at her words, but he knew he had to stay

focused. His mother was close to climaxing, and he didn't want to

lose the momentum of their passionate lovemaking. With a groan, he

increased the pace, thrusting harder and deeper into her tight, wet

pussy.

"Oh fuck, baby," Coral gasped, rocking her hips like a rodeo queen on

a wild stallion. "Your about to see your own mother cum."

"Hell yes," Slater groaned, bucking his hips beneath her.

Coral cried out, her back arching as her orgasm hit her like a freight

train. Her big titties quivered and wobbled violently as wave after

wave of pleasure washed over her, her pussy clenching and

releasing around Slater's cock.

Slater's own climax was building, the pleasure of fucking his mother

overwhelming his senses. He reached down, gripping her hips once

more, and began to thrust with an almost animalistic intensity.

"Ah, yeah, that's good fucking pussy!" he groaned, pulling her down

against him, sandwiching her giant, sweaty tits between their writhing

bodies. His oversized cock flexed at it's root, making his shaft and

knob pulse furiously, and his balls drew up tight to his body, preparing

to unload.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, mom," he groaned, his voice hoarse with

desire. "I'm going to fill you up with my cum."

Coral moaned in response, her eyes locked onto his. "Do it, baby,"

she urged, her voice thick with lust. "Fill me up with your hot, sticky

nut-cream."

With one final cry of ecstasy, Slater's cock began to pulse and throb,

his seed erupting deep within his mother's contracting pussy. Coral

felt the warm burst of cum, splashing against the inside of her most

intimate walls. The sensation was intense, and she moaned her

satisfaction, her own climax still throbbing within her.

As the feeling of his cock emptying its load into her subsided, Slater's

body relaxed on the bed, his body spent. The feel of his mom's flesh

on top of his was intoxicating, and he could feel her wetness and the

occasional twitch of her inner muscles as she adjusted to the

throbbing of his now softening cock inside her.

Their eyes locked as their hearts raced, their breaths becoming more

steady. Coral leaned down, her lips brushing against Slater's, their

tongues meeting softly in a tender embrace that lasted several

magical minutes.

"That was incredible, baby," she whispered, her voice still hoarse with

lust.

"I agree."

"I think we found the perfect sexual arrangement while we're out on

our surfing adventure together," Coral stated.

"How so?" Slater asked.

"Well, I'm away from your father so obviously I'm not getting the sex I

need, and since I'm with you, you're not getting any of that beach-girl

pussy you're used to," she answered.

"That's true," said Slater.

"So, we might as well just fuck each other's brains out for the rest of

the trip," Coral suggested with a mischievous smile. "Kill two birds

with one stone."

"I think that's a brilliant idea," Slater agreed, pulling his mom closer

for a lingering kiss.

As they lay in each other's arms, their bodies still entwined, Slater

couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement about the new

arrangement. While he was thrilled to be getting more intimate with

his mother, he knew that it was a line they were crossing. But as his

dad was still home, now a hundred miles away, it seemed like the

perfect opportunity to explore their newfound desires.

Under the cover of darkness, a large, suped up truck slowly crept up

the winding road, its bright headlights piercing through the night and

casting an eerie glow over the landscape. The lights caught Slaters

van, parked alone by the deserted beach, like a lone ship anchored in

a sea of shadows.

Inside the truck, Rusty and his gang of troublemakers sat in tense

silence. Their eyes were fixed intently ahead, their faces set with

determination. "That's them," one of the guys in the backseat blurted

out, pointing towards the van. "That's their van."

Rusty's bruised and swollen eye narrowed as he peered ahead.

"That's not their van," he answered sharply, still feeling the sting from

Slaters punch earlier that day.

"But it's the same color and everything," the guy protested.

"I see that," Rusty replied with impatience, "but take a good look at

that van, you fucking idiot. What's it doing?"

"Rocking?" another member of the gang ventured hesitantly.

"Yes, rocking," Rusty confirmed with annoyance. "And what does that

mean? It means someone's fucking in there. Now tell me, do you

really think that kid would be fucking his own mother? Use your brain

for once, you moron. That's not his van."

"How much longer are we gonna keep looking for him?" asked

another member of the gang impatiently.

"We'll keep looking until we find him," Rusty declared firmly. "I'm

gonna beat that guy's ass, slash his tires, and then beat his ass

again."

He looked back at his gang before continuing in a low voice filled with

malice. "And you guys are gonna help me out this time, RIGHT?"

They all nodded unenthusiastically. "No problem, Rusty," they replied

in unison. "We're with you."

In the cramped confines of the van, oblivious to the possible danger

outside, Slater and Coral were entwined in a frenzy of fuck-passion.

Her bronzed legs splayed wide in the air, her toes curling in ecstasy

as Slater ravished her with his throbbing cock. His muscular body

was draped between her creamy thighs, his slick skin glistening with

sweat as he pounded his raging-hard cock into her relentlessly. For

the past hour, their bodies had been locked in a primal dance of lust,

his balls slapping against her perfect, rounded ass as he released

wave after wave of hot cum inside her.

"God, I love the way you fuck me," Coral moaned, her voluptuous

frame quivering from the intensity of his thrusts. The sound of their

flesh smacking together echoed through the small space, mixing with

their breathless gasps and moans.

Slater was taking her sexual advice to heart, thrusting with greater

ferocity and abandon with each passing minute. His eyes were locked

onto her swollen, quivering pussy lips, mesmerized by the sight of his

massive juice-slickened cock disappearing deep within her.

"Fuck me harder, baby," Coral pleaded, her voice raw with desire. "I

want to feel every inch of that cock inside me."

Slater groaned, his gaze never leaving her pussy as he began to

slam into her with a brutal intensity. His pubic-bone smacked against

her clit with each powerful thrust, sending jolts of pleasure coursing

through her body. She could feel herself getting closer, her climax

building with every thrust.

"Oh God, yes!" Coral cried out, her breasts bouncing wildly as Slater

continued to pummel her with his cock. "I'm gonna cum!"

"Soak me, mom" Slated blurted, taking perfectly executed thrusts with

his teenage cock.

His mother's body trembled beneath him. He could feel her juices

gushing around his cock as she reached the peak of her orgasm, her

nails digging into his back, leaving fiery marks on his skin. The

sensation was too much for him to handle; he began to thrust faster

and harder, the "hammerhead" of his cock slamming against the gate

to her womb with each powerful stroke.

Coral threw her head back, her moans growing louder and more

feverish as she rode the crest of her orgasm. The pleasure was so

intense that it felt like every nerve ending in her body was alive with

electricity. She could feel her pussy clenching around his cock.

Despite the added friction, Slater continued to fuck, his cock raging

hard and greatly desensitized from an earlier climax. He knew if there

was any time to give a girl that allusive "super-orgasm," this was it.

"I hope you enjoyed that orgasm, mom, because I'm about to give

you another one," he said in a confident tone.

He pulled out of her pussy for a moment, and his cock was glistening

with her juices. Coral moaned as she watched him reposition himself,

his cock at the entrance to her wet tunnel.

He angled himself, and with one powerful thrust, Slater buried his

cock deep into her. The head of his cock hit her cervix, and her body

contracted from the sheer force of the intrusion. Her eyes flew open,

and she gasped at the sensation of him going so deep.

"That's it, baby, take it all," Coral moaned as she reached down and

began to rub her engorged clit.

Slater responded by pulling his cock almost all the way out, only to

plunge it back into her. He began to pump into her, his balls slapping

against her upturned ass with every thrust.

"I'm gonna cum again, my love," Coral panted, her hips bucking wildly

to meet his thrusts.

"Then take it hard and deep, mom," Slater grunted, his pace

quickening, his eyes never leaving hers. "I'm gonna make you cum so

fucking hard."

The van rocked wildly under their passion, and the scent of sex and

sweat filled the air. Coral could feel her orgasm building again, her

body clenching and unclenching around his cock as he continued to

pound into her.

"Oh God, here it comes," she moaned, her voice hoarse with

pleasure. "I'm gonna cum so hard, baby!"

And with that, she let loose a throaty cry, her body shaking with the

force of her climax. Slater felt her pussy walls contract around his

cock, the sensation too much for him to bear.

"Fuck, I'm cumming!" he yelled, his cock swelling even more as it

erupted, shooting hot cum deep inside her womb. He thrust into her

one last time, his body shuddering as he filled her up with his seed,

his cock pulsating with pleasure.

With the first rays of sunlight peeking over the horizon, Slater and

Coral eagerly grabbed their surf boards and made a beeline for the

pounding waves. Before they hit the water, Slater fueled up with a

bowl of crunchy cereal, while Coral chose a more unconventional

breakfast: a belly full of hot cum. She had expertly blown Slater

beneath the table until he erupted his warm, salty release down her

throat. The tangy taste and smooth texture lingered on her tongue as

she paddled out into the ocean, ready to conquer the waves.

The sun beat down on their backs as they took turns riding the

perfect swells, each wave a new opportunity for Slater to show off his

skills. Coral watched in awe as her son caught wave after wave, his

board seeming to dance beneath him. She had never seen anyone

surf with such grace and power before.

In between sets, they lay on the warm sand, basking in the sun and

catching their breath. Coral couldn't help but marvel at the bond they

shared, the way they were able to connect on such a deep, intimate

level. She knew that the only thing that could ruin this perfect

arrangement was the looming threat of discovery.

As they laid on the sandy beach, their bodies entwined in a

passionate embrace, she broached the inevitable topic. Her words

were muffled against his chest as she spoke, the sound of the waves

crashing in the background. "We have to stop this when we go back

home, you know that, right?" she asked Slater.

He let out a sigh and tightened his grip on her. "Yeah, I know," he

said with a hint of sadness in his voice. "You'll go back to dad and I'll

resume my usual pursuit of girls on the beach."

"Yes, that's the bad news," Coral said. "The good news is that we

have lots and lots of fucking to do before then, so let's enjoy this

while we can."

She rolled over on top of him and they began kissing, their tongues

tangling and their hands roaming. "I know you've fucked plenty of

pussy inside that van of yours," Coral whispered, "but have you ever

got your freak on here on the beach?"

Slater's eyes widened at the suggestion, a devilish grin spreading

across his face. "Never," he replied in a low voice, his fingers tracing

the curve of her hip. "But I have a feeling that's about to change."

Coral giggled, nodding her head as she quickly tore off his board

shorts. It only took a few vigorous strokes to get Slater's cock as hard

as a steel rod.

Coral untied her bikini and stripped it off, all while mounting her son;

planting her knees in the soft, warm sand aside his hips.

Slater licked his lips excitedly as he watched her lift his cock, pointing

it up towards her pussy, her wetness glistening like precious jewels.

He spread her lips wider with his fingers, allowing him to see the pink

of her entrance teasing him. She was ready, all he had to do was

push. With a surge of lust and determination, she plunged onto him in

one powerful move, burying his cock deep inside her.

Immediately, Coral threw her head back and cried out, feeling his

cock stretch her out, filling her completely. "Oh God, Slater!" she

panted, her hips bucking wildly to meet his thrusts.

"That's it, mom," Slater groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly.

"Take my cock. Let me fuck you on the beach."

He began to thrust, his cock sliding in and out of her with a wet,

sloppy sound. The sun glinted off the sweat on their bodies, casting a

golden glow around them as the waves crashed nearby. Coral's

breasts bounced right out of her bikini top. The cloth sling simply

wasn't made to sustain the weight of such enormous boobs as they

jumped and rippled violently.

Slater pounded into her, each thrust eliciting a low moan from Coral.

She could feel the sand shifting beneath her knees as she raised and

lowered herself onto him, matching his pace. The sun was now high

in the sky, casting harsh shadows across the beach. Sweat dripped

from Slater's brow and their bodies glistened with a sheen of

perspiration.

Inside Coral's pussy, Slater's cock felt like an inferno, stretching her

tight walls as it thrust in and out. Her juices coated his shaft, making

each stroke slicker than the last. The boy loved having juicy 10-inch

cock so he could fill a cunt completely full of erectile flesh and

stimulate every cuntal nerve ending.

Slater closed his eyes for several minutes, focusing only on the feel

of the exquite pussy that wrapped around his cock. His mom was

right when she told him it was so much better that the pussies of girls

his own age. It was so much tighter, warmer, and more responsive to

his every thrust. He savored the feeling of her muscles clenching and

unclenching around his dick as she rode him, her wet, sloppy sounds

filling the air.

As they fucked, Slater's eyes fell on a nearby surfer, watching them

from the water. The surfer was only a short distance away, but far

enough to know that it wasn't a mother and son having shameless

sex on the beach.

"Does dad fuck you as good as I do?" Slater brazenly asked.

Coral, caught off guard by the question, paused for a moment before

responding. "No, baby," she said soft. "It would be impossible for your

father to fuck me the way you do."

"Why?"

Coral chuckled, her voice thick with lust. "Well, for starters, you have

the biggest, hardest cock of any man I've ever been with. You fill me

up in ways your father never could."

She pushed his cock all the way in and held it there, confirming her

own words and feeling his knob balloon inside the pit of her core.

"The second reason is you're younger. Your body is

still full of energy, enthusiasm, and vitality. I can feel your youth, your

stamina, and your unbridled passion. It's like an unstoppable force

inside of me, baby."

She pulled back and thrust forward again, feeling the head of his cock

brush against her g-spot. It was an exquisite sensation that made her

gasp. Slater grunted, feeling his balls tighten in response to her

words and her movement.

"And the third reason?" he panted, his eyes locked on hers.

Coral smirked, arching her back and giving him a sly look. "Because

you're my son, Slater. You and I have a bond so unique, so intense,

that nothing can compare to it. We share more than just blood – we

share our deepest, darkest desires, and when we fuck, it's more than

just physically pleasurable. It's a union of our souls, a joining of our

spirits."

She brought her upper half down on his, wrapping her arms around

his neck as she embraced him, flattening her meaty tits between their

rib cages. "Watch this," she whispered. Suddenly, her naked buttocks

went wild, bucking up and down as she fucked his cock with a furious

intensity.

"Holy shit," Slater gasped as he held her tightly. He had never had a

girl ride him so hard, their wet thighs slapping together with a wet

sound, leaving rivulets of their juices down his legs.

Their bodies were drenched in sweat, and the sun beat down on

them, creating a steamy, sensual atmosphere. Slater's eyes locked

onto his mother's, her features contorted in pleasure, her mouth open

in a silent cry as she climaxed.

As Coral's orgasm washed over her, she felt her walls clamp down on

Slater's cock, milking him like a wet dream. Slater couldn't help but

groan in response, his own climax rapidly approaching.

Coral brought her lips to his ear as their bodies collided with raw

intensity. "This is it," she panted, "This is what we live for, you and I.

This fucking. This connection. This bond. It's what we have, and it's

all we need."

"I love it," Slater gasped.

"I know you do," said Coral. "It's written all over your face, and in the

way your cock swells inside me, and the way you fuck my pussy so

hard."

"Yes."

Is was clear that Coral was on the same skill level at fucking that

Slater was at surfing. Her hips worked like a well-oiled machine, her

pussy muscles gripping and releasing Slater's cock in a perfect

rhythm. The sand beneath them was shifting with the force of their

thrusts, and their bodies were shiny with sweat and lust.

Slater's cock slipped out of Coral's pussy with a wet pop as she

began to shudder, her orgasm reaching its peak. Hot female

ejaculate erupted from Coral's urethra, as did a pleasurable scream

that was drown out by the crashing surf.

Slater didn't waste any time, quickly rolling her over, positioning

himself on top and thrusting back inside her, sliding deep into her

dripping-wet slit.

As he pounded his mom, Slater felt like he was surfing a neverending

wave, each thrust taking him closer to the edge. He could feel

the heat emanating from Coral's core, and he knew that she was

feeling the same thing.

Coral's legs wrapped around Slater's waist, pulling him deeper into

her, driving him further towards the edge. Her fingers dug into his

back, urging him on, and her hips met each of his thrusts with a

passionate fervor.

Slater felt the familiar sensations building within him, the tight grip of

his mother's muscles around his cock, the sweat on their skin, the

salt and the sand and the sun. He was losing himself in their primal

connection, forgetting everything else around them.

The surfer in the water had given up any attempts at discretion, now

openly watching them fuck on the beach. But neither Coral nor Slater

even bothered to acknowledge him, lost in their own world of

pleasure.

It was only when Coral's orgasm began to subside, her muscles

release him, that Slater felt the wave of ecstasy crash over him. His

cock swelled inside her, and he pulsed, filling her with his seed. The

teen groaned, his body shaking, as he came inside his mother's

pussy.

After a few more thrusts, Slater pulled out, collapsing beside Coral on

the beach. Their bodies still glistened like two athletes that had just

finished a high-intensity workout.

"Damn, you set the standard pretty high now, mom," Slated

breathlessly stated.

"You think so?" Coral asked.

"I know so," Slater assured her. "I've never experienced anything like

that before. You're the best fuck ever, mom. Better than any girl my

age could ever be."

Coral laughed, running her fingers through his hair. "Well, I guess we

both have something to be proud of. You're the master surfer and I'm

a pro at fucking. Although, you're pretty fucking amazing at that too."

Their laughter echoed in the stillness of the beach, the waves lapping

at the shore in the background. For a moment, they lay entangled,

catching their breath and basking in the afterglow of their intense

connection.

Slater traced the curve of Coral's hip with his fingers, marveling at the

beauty of their twisted fate. The bond between them was undeniable,

and it had only grown stronger since their trip began.

As they slowly disentangled themselves from each other, Coral's

eyes fell on the surfer who had been watching them from the water.

She gave him a sly grin, knowing that their secret was safe with him.

"I think we've given him quite a show," she whispered to Slater,

chuckling softly.

"He'll probably never forget this beach day," Slater agreed. He

glanced in the direction of the van, "We should go eat something. I'm

starving."

"Agreed." Coral rose to her feet, her body still tingling with pleasure.

"But first, I need to clean up."

Slater helped his mother pick up their discarded clothes and led her

to the small beach shower stall.. As the warm water cascaded over

their bodies, washing away the sweat and sand, they laughed and

teased each other, reliving the moments that had just transpired.

Slater couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. Despite the

taboo nature of their relationship, there was something indescribable

about sharing this bond with his mother. And as they walked back to

their van, still naked and hand in hand, he knew that they would

never be able to escape the pull of their connection, no matter how

hard they tried.