She pulled back. We were both panting. Mom slid out of my arms and walked to her room. I made no attempt to hide the tent in my loose shorts as I watched her firm round butt move under those panties. She closed her door without looking back and I resisted the urge to listen at her door. I had to masturbate three times before I could get to sleep.
On the third of our six days, I woke up later than normal. Mom was in her swimsuit and had her tee shirt on.
"Young man, you are wasting beach time. Mom needs to get more color on this skinny body."
I went back to my room to change. I left the door cracked, not thinking. As I stood naked, I caught movement, a shadow over the crack in the door. I don't know why but I held my c**k and stroked it a few times. It grew of course and I saw the shadow
