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 N?vel(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.