Chapter 1

Haily was on the balcony reading a novel when she heard her son Nathan sigh from the hotel room. She was waiting for the sun to go down before she ventured out onto the beach herself, but she wasn’t sure why her son was hanging out in the hotel room. Even as a teen girl, her pert C-cup tits attracted a lot of attention from the boys at school. She had gotten knocked up at seventeen, and she and her son’s father had tried to make a go at being married. However, being horny teens who were too worked up to find protection before swapping genetic material didn’t mean that two young people were suited to go through life together. They had really tried, but they didn’t work as a married couple. Thankfully, Nathan’s dad wasn’t a huge pain in the ass like many ex-husbands she knew of. Thinking back to the reason she didn’t want to go out onto a crowded beach, her breasts had grown three cup sizes during her pregnancy, then five more when her jugs had filled up with milk. She had pumped so much. Her milk lasted a year and a half, and her son had his last bottle of breast milk shortly after his third birthday. That had proved kind of awkward as he had thrown a week long fit begging and screaming for frozen milk and refusing to accept that there wasn’t any more to give him. People kept telling her that her breasts would go back to a normal size when she stopped pumping, and while they did shrink some, she had worn 32EE bras for the last eleven years.

She wanted to wait until the sun had gone down before going to the beach in a swimsuit and attracting all the wrong sorts of attention with her top-heavy figure. Recently, she had a bad string of first dates and wasn’t planning on any random hookups while she and her son were vacationing. The fact that she was trying to avoid excess attention was no reason for her son to be moping around the hotel room, though. “Nathan,” she called out. “You should be down at the beach; join a volleyball game or go swimming in the ocean. Stop sitting around the hotel room sounding depressed.”

“You’re staying in the hotel room,” Nathan countered petulantly.

Haily sighed inwardly. Kids would always point out when you did something contrary to what you were telling them to do. “I’m enjoying the ocean breeze, and the light for reading is perfect here on the balcony. Unless you give me a good reason why you need to stay in the room, I’m going to order you to go out to the beach.”

Nathan wondered how he could explain to his mom that she was the reason he couldn’t leave the hotel room. It had started the day of his fourteenth birthday. His mother was wearing a top he had seen her in many times before. Up until that point, it hadn’t mattered to him that the neck of the top was cut like a V. That night, when she had leaned over the table to set out food for a birthday meal, the neck of the shirt had fallen away from her chest, and he was staring straight into her cleavage and could see her bra. His mother’s tits were so big and round; he simply couldn’t stop thinking about them. Even worse, when he was remembering that incident in bed after eating way too much birthday cake, he had gotten an erection that wouldn’t go away. His cock stayed hard all night, and the harder it was, the more difficult it was to think about something other than his mother’s breasts. He thought that it might help if he learned more about his mother’s bras. After all, this hadn’t started until he had seen her bra under her shirt. The next day, before he showered, he went through the laundry hamper and pulled one of his mother’s bras out. The tag said it was a 32EE. Nathan wasn’t sure why, but either the full cups of the bra, or the mysterious but impressive double letters on the tag, or some combination of the two, had given him another erection that refused to go away. For some reason, it had felt really good to soap up his penis to wash it, and he had done so three times in the shower after studying one of his mother’s bras. If anything, it felt better and better every washing. Even though it felt really good, he had reluctantly decided not to soap up his throbbing hard on a fourth time. Normally he would go back to his room wrapped in a towel and then put on pajamas after showering, but that night there was no hiding the rock-hard rod sticking straight out from under the towel. Nathan had been mortified by the prospect of his mother discovering the state he was in after showering. That was his second night of little sleep in a row. After those two days, he had gotten used to the idea that if he didn’t go to bed with an erection, when he closed his eyes, he would remember his mother’s round jugs and become rock hard. Probably because he was so sleep deprived, he was eventually able to fall asleep with a hard cock. Even then, his dreams were now strange. No matter what was going on, his mother would need to lean over a table for any number of silly reasons. This last week, his mother would appear in his dreams not wearing a shirt at all, with the only article of clothing on her body above the waist the very same bra he had taken from the hamper to examine.

After that night, every trip his mother made to the gym was guaranteed to give him an erection. She would head out of the house wearing a sports bra, and the amount of cleavage any of her sports bras revealed made him instantly hard. There was one particular one that was more revealing than the others. Sometimes the erection would fade after ten minutes. Other times his cock would have just gone soft when his mother returned home, and seeing her in her sports bra again restarted the cycle of erection and embarrassment. The erections caused by the skimpy sports bra almost always lasted the length of her workout and returned with a vengeance when she got back to the house. Nathan admitted to himself that he made a point of watching for her return when she was wearing that particular bra. He felt weird about it, but seeing her wearing it was so exciting; he couldn’t resist positioning himself somewhere in the house so he would have a good view when she returned home.