Chapter 9

A few days later, Kip and Susan sat on a blanket in a little private cove on the Pacific Ocean. It was a warm day and the ocean breezes felt refreshingly cool. It was their last day in California, the end of their adventure together, and soon Kip would be returning to school.

"I'm going to miss you," Kip said.

"You won't be that far away." Susan laughed. I mean you could have picked the University of Peking and then we'd really have problems."

"True, true, but it's just that we've spent every minute together this summer. It's going to seem strange being parted." Kip lay back on the blanket, resting his head in his hands. His tanned body shone in the sun, and his white trunks were pushed down almost to his pubis.

Susan sat next to him, reading a magazine. She wore a big floppy sunhat and dark glasses, protecting her eyes from the huge ball of fire in the California sky. "When's Chris arriving?" she asked. "Sunday."

"Good, that'll give us almost a week to unpack and get things settled. Your birthday's this Thursday," Susan reminded, looking at his tight swim trunks.

"I know. Eighteen. I'm getting old."

"Mature, not old," Susan corrected him. They sat there, silent for a time, relaxed enjoying doing nothing and doing it together. They didn't need to talk much, for they had acquired a rapport unique between mother and son. Each knew what the other was thinking and each knew what to do when the other was upset, depressed, or angry

"Kip, what's wrong?" Susan asked, setting down her magazine. She had seen it brewing in the boy's eyes for days now, and she felt this was the time to ask.

"I told Chris about us."

There was a long silence. The sound of sea gulls echoed in the cove. Waves rushed up on shore. Kip turned to his mother. Susan looked at him blankly, then turned away. "I don't mind that you wrote, I only pray you didn't joke about me."

Kip sat up, touching her shoulder with his strong hand. "Mother, of course not. I wrote out of love for you and the simple need to tell someone. Chris is my best friend, I love him and I love you and I needed a friend to talk to, especially at the beginning. I would never write anything disrespectful to our love."

He played with her hair, hanging down beneath the sunhat, and he could see the tears welling up in her eyes. He knew she was surprised that he had written to Chris about them, but he also could see that she didn't contest that. He felt a great relief.

"I love you," Susan said, lifting the sunhat from her head. She brushed the tears from her eyes.

"That's what I'm so worried about! I'm afraid I won't be able to live without you at school! We've been so close, so together, we've come to accept so much of what most people wouldn't even dream of accepting, and now we have to be parted. I'm scared. I really am scared!" Kip said, lifting his head, looking into her eyes.

Susan answered him with a long, loving kiss. The boy brought his hand up and brushed her hair, then rested his hand on her shoulder. He pulled back and took a long look at the slender woman in her lemon yellow bikini. Her breasts were pointing out, pushing the material from her body, lightly touching his chest. The sight of her made Kip delirious with passion, as now, sentimentalities aside, he wanted Susan to take his cock from his confining trunks and make love to it. He ached for it now, wanting it more than anything in the world. He loved the feel of her dark, soft lips over the head of his penis, loved how they slid along the shaft, bringing him to an ecstasy of passionate vibrations. He wanted his mother to suck his cock right there, on the beach, under the hot sun.

Susan understood the look in the boy's eyes as he lay his head back against the blanket. Quickly, she pulled the white trunks from his body and his throbbing cock shot up and rested against his stomach. Susan's long slender fingers moved up the inside of his leg, over his testicles, and finally up the length of his cock, playfully tickling the head.

Kip moaned and spread his legs so one foot rested in the sand at the edge of the blanket. Susan's tongue followed the same trail her fingers had taken, working up his hairy leg, over the sack between his thighs, up along the hard thick penis and finally coming to rest over the tip, lips closing around it. Susan twisted her tongue over the swollen tip, licking it, teasing it, as she kept her lips tightly sealed around the glans.

The sensation of his mother's lips around his cockhead drove Kip crazy with desire. He reached down and grabbed Susan's left breast, releasing it from the halter of the bikini, tweaking the hard nipple with his fingertips. "Oh, Mom, Mom," Kip moaned in the California sun. He was in another world.

Susan bit down very lightly on the blood-filled head of her boy's familiar penis, and she licked her warm, wet tongue up and down the little slit in the end. Kip felt his whole body stiffen as Susan let the organ slide full length into her mouth. The sensations of her white teeth running along the length of his throbbing cock sent waves of pleasure through his body.

Susan grabbed the base of his cock as she licked up and down the shaft, then moved her head to his balls. She began to lick them, around them, under them, until the boy squirmed wildly on the blanket. She pulled his cock down until the head was just above her face, so that alternately she could lick the tip of his massive organ, then his balls, then the tip again, and so on. Kip felt he was going to explode!

The salty taste of the seeping seminal fluid that appeared on the tip of Kip's cock excited Susan all the more. She thrust it into her mouth, sucking it deep into her throat, and began steady up and down movements with her head as she held it straight up with her clenched fist.

"Susan, Susan," Kip said, holding her head, helping it move. He knew he could not hold back his cum very much longer and his balls felt like they might explode any second.

Susan wanted to feel his hot sticky cum fill the insides of her mouth and race down her throat to her hungry stomach. The thought made her body burn like a fire gone out of control, and she sucked hard, using all of her strength, taking nearly the entire stretched length of his distended young cock into her throat.

Kip thrust his ass off the blanket, ramming his cock into Susan's throat. He yelled and the cove echoed his sound. Birds flapped their wings, frightened by the noise. Kip's cock went out of control. The white sperm raced up his long member and shot wildly out of the jerking opened tip, causing Susan to suck ferociously as the hot liquid spurted deep into her throat. The salty pungent taste drove her crazy with passion. Her cheeks hollowed as she feverishly gulped down the massive mouthfuls of hot cum that shot out of her son's magnificent penis. She wanted it all, and she greedily sucked and gulped it down her hungry waiting throat, while her belly jerked and her body heaved next to the boy.

Kip was in ecstasy. It seemed better than ever. His entire body moved in spasms with each load of cum spewing from his excited cock. He wanted it to last forever, and he lifted his head to see his mother's bobbing hair, her face jammed tightly around his swollen cock, white cum encasing her soft lips.

Susan kept sucking till the last drop had been taken from the boy, and then she let the hard cock slip from her mouth. She put her head next to it, breathing deeply against the wet hot length of it, as she rubbed the boy's tightened balls with her gentle hand. She kept her head there as the boy's penis grew soft in the summer sun. Kip rubbed his mother's hair, played with it as he relaxed in the soft sand.

Suddenly a voice broke the calm and Susan sat up. Three children were coming their way, along the water. "Put it away, baby," Susan said. "The cove is no longer private!"

Kip slid his trunks over his" middle and kissed his mother lightly on the cheek. "Thanks," he said smiling.

"Have a nice vacation?" she asked.

"Super!" Kip responded honestly.