Shedding Inhibitions at the River
by hellainiceland
Copyright© 2025 by hellainiceland
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I was browsing my cell phone at night when I saw the news of a teacher being arrested for having a physical relationship with her student. What caught my eye was that the teacher was my age, 38, and the student my son’s, 18. The first thought that came to my mind was that he was old enough to be her son. I began wondering why he showed interest in a woman older than him. And do other boys think about “older” women?
The next evening, I decided to test it. Putting on a low-cut top I had bought on the way from work, I knocked on my son’s door and, without opening it, told him to come to the garage as I wanted his help.
When he entered the garage, I thought his eyes would go straight to me, trying to lift a corrugated box from the floor. But no, his blue eyes went directly to my chest.
I was obviously aware that the way I was leaning my upper body forward and the fact that I had tied my long blonde hair in a bun meant he had an uninterrupted view of my whole cleavage and the bra.
But I didn’t expect him to zoom in on my breasts the minute he entered the garage. However, he came to his senses the second his gaze met mine.
“What’s this?” he inquired, keeping his eyes on my face.
“Eike, please help me keep this box in my room. I want to see what’s inside.”
“I’ll carry it,” he told me as his eyes once again went to my cleavage.
“I’ll help you.”
Though he was 5’11”, two inches taller than I, and possessed a broad chest and muscular arms, I volunteered as I wanted to test him further.
When he bent down to lift the box, I turned my face toward my shoulder, away from him, to let him have a good look. As he raised the box, I noticed that his cheeks and nose had turned a little red, probably because of all the excitement.
He carried the box with me and, dumping it on the floor in my room, went directly to his room. I thought about following him to see why he was in such a rush, but I didn’t.
I knew the box contained nothing but junk, so I didn’t even open it, and lay down on the bed and began replaying the whole scene. I kept thinking whether it was a one-off thing or if he would do it again.
Two days later, he was sitting on a couch in the living room and scrolling through his cell phone. I immediately changed into the same low-cut top and went to the living room. Kneeling down on the rug near the coffee table, I leaned forward and began cleaning the table with a cloth.
“Just lift these books,” I requested, pointing at the books I had deliberately kept on the table earlier.
When he raised his face from his phone, he saw that my knees were on the rug, both my hands were on the table, and the valley between my breasts was below his eyes.
As he got up, he averted his eyes and, taking the books in his hands, stood there. I knew that standing there meant he had a much better look. I decided not to spoil his view, so I leaned more and kept rubbing the table, moving my boobs more vigorously in the bra.
“You can keep them back,” I suggested as I raised my head and saw that his face had again turned red, much more than two days ago.
“Umm, OK,” he mumbled, looking away.
I got up, adjusted my top and jeans, and slowly walked back to my room. After five or six seconds, I slightly opened the door and saw him hurrying to his room.
The next day, while coming back from work, I stopped on the way and bought melons. In the evening, I put on a black minidress and knocked on his door, and entered his room.
“Could you please push the zipper up? It’s stuck,” I requested, pushing my hands behind my back.
He looked at me, shook his head in irritation, and got up from the bed. Standing behind me, he put his hands on my dress and tried to push it up. As he did that, his fingertips touched the bare skin of my back. To offer him a good look, I hadn’t put on a bra, and now my whole back was naked, and he could see the impression left by the bra strap on my white skin.
“It’s not working,” he snapped after trying to push the zipper up three or four times.
His statement didn’t surprise me as I was aware it was broken. Actually, that’s why I chose the dress.
“Leave it then,” I suggested.
He went back to his bed and sat down with his knees raised. I followed him and lay down on the bed on my stomach with my face resting on my hand near his knees.
“How’s Alina?” I asked, referring to his girlfriend.
“She’s fine,” he replied as he lifted his face from his cell phone and looked at my back and ass in that tight cocktail dress.
“Going somewhere?” he wondered, keeping his eyes on my bare back.
“No. I just wanted to try this dress. So, how far have you gone? First base, second, third?”
“Whaddya mean?”
“With Alina,” I replied, looking into his eyes.
“Mom!” he exclaimed as he stared in surprise.
“Oh, come on. I bet she’s good in the sack. Not as good as me, but...” I remarked, fluttering my eyes.
“OK, get out,” he ordered as he got up and opened the door.
“I’m teasing you,” I pleaded as I turned my body and looked at him.
“Just get out,” he repeated, pointing at my room with his finger.
I got up and, just as I was leaving, I stood in front of him, put my hands on his hips, and, bringing my face closer, whispered, “Don’t stay stuck on the first base, stick it in all the way, or someone else will ram that base.”
He simply looked at me and shook his head as I ran my index finger all across his waist over his pajamas and left him standing there.
In the morning, I was having coffee in the kitchen, and he was making a sandwich before heading off to school, when I said, “Do you like ‘em big?”
“Huh?” he raised his face and looked at my breasts, hidden in the sports bra.
“This,” I said, showing him the melon I was holding in my hand.
“Dunno,” he replied as he shifted his gaze back to his sandwich.
“Are you going to the gym? I thought you went after work.”
“I woke up early, so I thought about going, but then decided not to,” I answered, which was a lie, as I didn’t put on the sports bra and workout shorts to go to the gym.
He sat down to eat his sandwich, and I noticed that his eyes were wandering to my chest a lot. I, of course, acted all innocent.
After finishing his sandwich, he came near me and, standing in front of me, wrapped his arms around me and, bringing his mouth near my ear, whispered, “Gonna meet Alina after school. Will do as you said. Wish me luck.”
“My ram’s gonna ram it. Ram it hard, very hard,” I murmured, looking straight into his eyes.
“Will do,” he stated as he slapped my ass and left for school.
When he came back, it was already dark. After waiting for around 15 minutes, I knocked on his door and entered his room. He was lying on the bed with his cell phone in hand.
“So, how was it?” I inquired, lying on my side, propped up one elbow with the hand supporting my head, and my face toward him.
“How was what?” he asked, looking at me.
“Your date with Alina.”
“There was no date,” he snapped.
“Oh! What happened?”
“Mom, you’re irritating me now. Her dad was in the house, so nothing happened.”
“Damn! You could’ve brought her here.”
He kept staring at me.
“Why are you so interested in her suddenly?”
“I’m not interested in her. Oh, wait, lemme think for a second. Nah, I don’t like that dish. I like the meat of only rams and bulls,” I chuckled.
Hearing me say that, he smiled and raised his eyebrows.
“Talking about meat, I haven’t had a ram or bull in a very long time.”
“I thought rams and bulls were always chasing you. What happened to Fredrik, Jan, Emil, and others?” he quizzed, turning his body toward me and putting his leg on my leg.
“God no!” I exclaimed as I shook my body in mock revulsion.
“I’m available only to the rarest of the rarest breed, not to just anyone. To get a piece of this meat, they have to be very special.”
“So, you think you’re special,” he remarked, hitting my ass with his foot.
“Well, you’re my son, so I’ve to be special, don’t I?” I commented as I caressed his shoulder over his top.
“I agree with that. You’re special because I’m special,” he stated, running his finger on my side over my top, from below my shoulder to my waist and back again toward my shoulder.
“Mom, let’s go to Landbrook’s beach.”
“Why?”
“We’ve never been there. We can go on Friday and come back on Sunday. Come on, just for two days. Please.”
“I know why you wanna go there. You wanna see girls in teeny-weeny bikinis. That’s why you wanna go there.”
“OK, then we won’t go there. We’ll stay here like we always do,” he grumbled and turned his body away from me.
“Lemme think about it,” I suggested as I got up from the bed.
At the door, I stopped and said, “My little ram, don’t ram her. I’ve got a better idea.”
“Whaddya mean?” he asked without turning his body.
“I’ll tell you later,” I whispered as I closed the door.
“Whaddya mean?” he shouted.
I half opened the door and again whispered, “I’ll tell you later.”
The next day, I messaged him from work to inform me when he was about to leave for home. And he did. On the way, I picked up takeaway. Just near the house, I stopped the car at the side of a road and quickly changed into a top I had brought during lunchtime, jeans, and a windbreaker, and left the clothes I was wearing in the car.
When I reached home, he was in the kitchen, trying to fix dinner. I put my bag on a chair, removed my windbreaker, and told him not to bother as I had brought Chinese food.
He turned his head toward me, and his eyes locked onto the target just like I wanted them to. I pretended not to notice it as I began placing the food boxes on the table. He stood there near the gas stove, holding a wooden spoon in his hand as his blue eyes followed my every movement.
“The soup’s boiling, Eike,” I told him, keeping my gaze on the gas stove.
Without moving his head or taking his eyes off me, he turned off the knob.
“Did you go somewhere?” he finally managed to say.
“A colleague’s leaving, so there was a small office party,” I lied.
“Why?” I inquired.
“Nothing. I’ve never seen you in this,” he answered, pointing with his eyes at the tube top, which was leaving my neck, my shoulders, and nearly my whole chest naked.
“Oh, OK,” I replied, looking down at my bare cleavage and what people would call voluptuous boobs.
We sat down to eat the hot noodles, and I felt his gaze burning through my skin and devouring me alive. The way he was slobbering over me, the way he was stealing glances at me, and the way his raging hormones were making it so obvious what he wanted to do to me right there and then, probably on the table itself, was making me happy and excited.
That he was 5’11”, had a broad chest, muscular arms and legs, shiny blond hair, and blue eyes was itself a turn-on. But what was really making me happy and excited was the fact that he was my son. That’s what was making me go weak in my legs.
Once the dinner was done, he sat down on the couch in the living room with his cell phone. After throwing the boxes in the trash can and cleaning the kitchen, I grabbed a book and sat down on the rug near his leg. With him on the couch and me on the rug, he could now look at my breasts as much as he wanted. We stayed in that position for over 20 minutes, and then I got up slowly, said goodnight to him, and came to my room. He, too, left for his room, presumably to take care of some matter that had “arisen.”
I spent well over an hour in bed thinking about what I had done, what I was doing, and what I was planning to do.
In the morning, when he was having breakfast, I asked him to come early after school.
“Why?”
“If we are going to the beach this Friday, don’t we have to do some shopping? Don’t we have to buy things?”
“Are we going?”
“Yes, we are. Just come early.”
When he heard that, a wide smile spread on his face. In the evening, we went to a shop to buy some tops, shorts, and hats. I was looking at the tops when he came and said, “Buy this.”
“You want me to wear this?” I inquired, taking a thong from him.
He simply shrugged his shoulders.
“Are you sure?”
“Many women wear them,” he stated, but didn’t make eye contact with me.
“OK. Let’s see,” I commented as I headed to the bikini section with him.
I was picking two thongs when he said, “And this.”
I took it from, ran my hand through it, and remarked, “This is transparent. You want your mom to wear a sheer top?” I whispered as I didn’t want the sales assistant to hear.
“Why not?” he murmured, but again without looking at me.
“I’m not wearing that, at least not in public,” I stated as I handed back the top to him.
I selected two thongs, two two-piece bikinis, and was heading back to the tops section when he showed me a box. Taking the box from him, I stared at the picture and gave the box back to him.
“No one wears Speedos anymore. They went out of fashion before you were even born. Buy normal swimming trunks or swimming shorts.”
After selecting the rest of the stuff, I picked the transparent top he wanted me to buy, and we headed to a Thai restaurant for dinner and then came home.
A little later, there was a knock on my door, and he came in.
“How does it look?” he wondered.
I looked at him standing there in only swimming trunks, and it was instantly obvious that his “thing” wasn’t sleeping or even snoozing. Until now, he had been avoiding making eye contact with me, and now I was evading his gaze.
“It fits,” I replied, keeping my gaze strictly on his chest and avoiding his face and his trunks.
“Why don’t you try?” he suggested.
“What?”
“The things you got.”
“They’ll fit me. I’ll wear them when we go there,” I told him, with my eyes inadvertently going to his face.
The second I met his gaze, my blood rushed to my face, and the more I fought against it, the more my face turned red. At that moment, I realized that the tables had turned and now he was in the driving seat. But I also knew that I still had power; after all, I held the key to the heavenly gates he so desperately wanted to enter.
“I can’t wait for it,” he announced, putting his hands on his hips and looking at me.
“Can’t wait for what?” I mumbled as he turned to leave the room.
“To hit the beach,” he answered without turning or looking at me.
On Friday, we left in the evening, and by the time we reached the hotel, it was already late, so we went straight to bed, with him sleeping on the couch and me on the bed.
After breakfast, we got ready for the beach. I was tying my hair in a bun when he opened the cupboard and said, “Why aren’t you wearing these?”
I stared at the thongs he was holding.
“Let’s first go there and then we’ll see,” I suggested.
Without saying a word, he came to me and shoved both the thongs in the bag we were carrying to the beach. The beach wasn’t crowded, and we were able to grab a secluded spot. After I spread the blanket on the sand and sat down, I noticed that some 18-25-year-old girls were in thongs.
Since last night, I was convincing myself that once he saw girls of his age, he would chase them and leave me. But now I didn’t want him to run after them. He took off his top and shorts and sat down in his swimming trunks beside me. Just before he sat down, I stole a glance and noticed that his thing wasn’t fully awake, but it wasn’t sleeping either. However, it didn’t make me happy like it did that night, as I wasn’t sure whether he was happy because of me or the girls.
“They are wearing it,” he pointed at the girls walking in thongs.
“Aren’t we going for a swim?” he quizzed, looking at me.
Without getting up, I took off my top, revealing the bikini top. I stood up, wrapped the towel around me, and took off my shorts and bikini bottom as he sat there and watched me. I opened the bag, took out a thong, and put one leg in it, and then the other right in front of him. Thankfully, the towel maintained some modesty. I took off the towel and put it in the bag as his eyes followed me.
“Ready,” I announced as I stood there in front of him in only the bikini top and the thong.
He leaned back on his elbows, and I saw his eyes move from my open blonde hair caressing my back to my naked shoulders, my voluptuous breasts half concealed in the bra, down to my bare hips, the thong, and my long legs.
“What?” I inquired, lifting my eyebrows.
“I like ‘em big,” he stated.
“What?” I asked as I didn’t understand it.
“I like big melons,” he announced, getting up.
Just when he was near me, he stopped, turned his head, and, looking at my half-naked boobs, whispered, “They are great. Big ones are always great.”
I realized that he was praising my buxom chest, but I didn’t react as he didn’t come out and actually say it. As we began walking to the water, I was engulfed by another thought. This was the first time I was wearing a thong, and that too in public, and I wasn’t sure whether my ass was looking nice or awful. Luckily, I had taken care of the down area two nights ago, so at least the path was smooth. However, all my apprehensions disappeared when I saw both men and women giving me appreciative looks.
After we came back from a quick swim, I took out the sunscreen from the bag and began applying it to my arms and neck. He was reclining on the blanket, with his back toward the sea and his face toward me, and was watching me sitting with my knees raised.
“Could you do my back?” I asked as I gave the sunscreen to him, turned, and lay down on my stomach.
“I’d love to do...” he whispered.
I raised my head, stared at him, and commented, “Says the guy who’s still stuck on first base.”
“If you must know, I’m not on first base. I’m so not on the first base,” he said as he sat down beside me, with his knees near my back, and started applying the cream.
I closed my eyes and lay there with my head on my arms as he slowly rubbed the cream from my neck down to where the thong strap was. Then he gently began massaging my back. The feel of his strong hands on my soft skin was making my nipples hard and the heavenly gates wet. I kept my eyes closed and bit my bottom lip as I didn’t want him to know how much I was enjoying it. He continued massaging my back for well over a minute. He squeezed some more cream and brought his hands back to my body,
“Behave yourself,” I shrieked as I sat up with a jolt when I felt his hands on my bare ass.
“I was just helping you,” he stated matter-of-factly.
“I can do it myself. Thank you,” I told him, taking the cream from him.
Shrugging his shoulders, he again reclined on his elbow. I noticed that his thing was very awake and was straining against his swimming trunks. After applying the cream on my thighs and stomach, I gave it to him, and he began using it on his legs, arms, and stomach.
“Could you put it behind my back and neck?” he queried, looking at me.
I took the cream from him and, kneeling down behind him, started putting it on him. As I ran my hands over his lower back, I leaned forward and, bringing my face closer and pressing my boobs against the bare skin of his back, whispered, “Is that enough?”
He turned his face, looked into my blue eyes, and whispered back, “I can’t hear you.”
Wrapping my arms around his stomach, I pinned my upper body against him and, touching his cheek with mine, repeated, “Is that enough?”
“I still can’t hear you,” he murmured without turning his face or looking at me.
“Then get your ears checked,” I announced as I leaned back and twisted his right ear.
“Ouch, Mom!” he exclaimed, furiously rubbing his ear.
“Let’s get ice cream,” I remarked as I got up.
He also stood up, and we started walking toward the shops. We weren’t even halfway when he slipped his arm around me and put his hand right on the thong strap. I turned my face and looked at him, but he kept his eyes ahead.
“How’s the thong? Is it OK?” he wondered as he pulled me so close that our shoulders were now touching, and my arm was pressed between our bodies. I lifted my arm and put it around him.
“Yeah, but I don’t like it.”
“Why? All the men are checking you out. You see that man coming. I bet he’ll turn around and see you,” he said, pointing at a 60-something man coming toward us with a woman of his age.
As they passed us, we turned our heads and saw him checking out my ass.
“I told ya,” he smiled as he slipped his hand from my hip to my bare ass.
“What are you doing?”
“Just checking your thong,” he replied without removing his hand.
“How is it?”
“Very smooth and very, very hot,” he answered, giving my ass a tight squeeze.
We kept walking with our arms around each other. At the shop, he got an ice cream in a cup, and I got it in a cone.
On the way back, he remarked, “I like the way you lick.”
“Excuse me?” I shot him a look.
“The ice cream,” he added as he turned his face away from me and looked straight ahead. I caught a faint smile on his face.
After finishing our ice creams, we took a quick dip in the water and decided to head back to the hotel as it was getting warmer and crowded.
Standing right in front of me, he wrapped a towel around himself and took off his wet trunks. As he did that, I noticed that his thing was standing like a pole in the towel. He looked down at his fully erect thing and made no effort to hide it, and just stood there showing it off to me. He slowly went to the bag, took out the underwear, and put it on while I watched. Once done, he opened the towel and stood there in his underwear with his thing proudly on display. After making sure that I had a good look, he took out his jeans and top from the bag and put them on. I wrapped my towel around me and closed the bag.
“Aren’t you going to change?” he inquired when he saw that I wasn’t changing into a bra and panties.
“I’m not an animal like you,” I told him.
“Why? What did I do?”
“I’ll change where there’s privacy. I don’t want someone to look where they shouldn’t.”
He raised his eyebrows and began walking with me. We decided to take a shortcut through the bushes and grass. We were walking on the dirt track when he suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me down. Before I could react, he put his index finger on his lips and pointed at something. I turned my head to the left and saw a girl and two men behind the bushes.
The girl, who was 18 or 19, was lying on the grass, and one of the men, who was around 55 or 56, was on top of her and doing her. The other man, who was also in his mid-50s, was lying beside her on the grass and fondling her breasts. All three were completely naked. The girl wasn’t just young but also beautiful. She had shoulder-length brunette hair, sharp features, was around 5’7”, totally shaved, and had breasts that were round and more than a handful.
I got up as I didn’t want to see that, but he pulled me back and didn’t let go of my hand. The first man was really going at it. Once he was done, the other man made the young girl go on her fours and began doing her from behind. I turned my face and saw that Eike was filming the whole scene on his cell phone. The second man gave two, three loud grunts and collapsed on top of the girl.
Now that the live action was over, I took his hand, slowly got up, and both of us slipped out.
“Who are they?” he inquired.
“Dunno.”
“They looked older than her, didn’t they?”
“Maybe they were scoring their student,” I suggested, looking at him.
“Huh?”
“They were her teachers,” I explained.
He simply shook his head. At the hotel, he decided to check out the shops and restaurants while I went straight to the room to take a shower. When I came out of the bathroom, he was sitting on the bed and watching TV. I opened the cupboard and took out a fresh pair of bra and panties. Turning my back toward him, I parted the front part of the towel and pushed it to my ass. Though only my back was visible to him, I was aware that he was watching me. I put on the bra. Then, without opening the towel, I wore the panties. With that done, I got rid of the towel, walked back to the cupboard in my bra and panties, and put on the sarong.
“Whoa! What’s that? When did you get that?” he asked.
“Yesterday. Went from the office before we came here. I’ve got a wrap, too. It’s in the cupboard. How is it?”
“It’s beautiful,” he replied, looking at the colorful sarong and the slit that was exposing my whole left leg, including my inner thigh.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
So, I did.
“It’s lovely, Mom. Show me the wrap.”
I got it from the cupboard.
“Wear it.”
I took off the sarong right in front of him and put the wrap on. The wrap was covering only my panties and ass, leaving everything else naked.
“This is ... hot, Mom, really hot. Wear this.”
“We are going to look at trinkets, and then we’ll have lunch. I’m not wearing this there.”
“Come on, you look great in this. We are near the beach, you’re allowed to wear this,” he pleaded.
“I’m not wearing this. Are you gonna get ready or not?”
“Give me a sec,” he replied as he dashed to the bathroom to take a shower.
When he came out of the bathroom, I was in the sarong and reclining on the bed with one knee raised. Standing near the bathroom door, he turned his back toward me and, opening his towel, let it drop to the floor, revealing his 18-year-old firm ass to me. As he did that, I turned my face to the TV as I knew he would turn around, and I didn’t want him to catch me watching him or to look at his thing.
Though my eyes were glued to the TV, I could sense him walking to the cupboard completely naked, and putting on his underwear and other clothes.
“When I was in the lobby, I found out there’s a river just next to the beach where we people do skinny-dipping,” he announced as he sat down in jeans and a top opposite me.
I was aware that with my knee raised and him sitting right in front of me, the slit in the sarong was exposing my panties and my ass, but by now I was way beyond that.
“Yeah, so?”
“We should go there.”
“Don’t be crazy. Do you think I’m gonna do skinny-dipping in front of other people?”
“It’s gonna be great. I always wanted to do it,” he said as his eyes peered at my ass cheek and panties.
“Don’t be a moron. I’m not doing it,” I countered.
“Just try it. Once. Please. The girl at the front desk said it’s not crowded these days. Let’s go there and see it. Please.”
“Let’s go eat, I’m hungry,” I declared.
I went to the cupboard and, untying the sarong, let it slip to the floor. I picked up the top he had selected in the shop that day. It was a black crop top that had a knot at the end to hold both sides together. My neck, stomach, and the whole area above the nipples were naked. Since I wasn’t wearing a bra under it, the shape of my pink nipples was clearly visible.
“This is gorgeous, Mom, really gorgeous,” he said as he came closer and looked at the top, which was exposing more than half of my breasts.
“Yeah, thank you! You chose it.”
Then I picked the wrap.
“How am I looking?”
“You are looking hot, very hot,” he replied as he put his arms around me and hugged from behind, pushing his groin into my back.
“Let’s please go. I’m really hungry,” I pleaded as I got out of his grip.
We were looking at things in the shops after lunch when he put his arms around me.
“People would think I’m your girlfriend,” I said to him.
“Let them think,” he replied, pulling me closer.
“Men are watching,” I informed him.
“They can only look, not touch. Let them look as much as they want.”
“Maybe I’ll let them touch me,” I said, slapping his ass.
“You’ve got a very tight and firm behind,” I commented.
“I know,” he remarked, pushing his broad chest out.
“And very smug,” I hit his ass again.
I wasn’t exaggerating when I said men were checking me out. Men turning their heads to look at me, especially at my chest, wasn’t unusual for me. I was, by now, pretty used to it. But this trip turned more heads than I had expected, and it was mainly due to what I was wearing.
“You should’ve worn a thong,” he suggested.
“A thong under this tiny wrap? Why not just go naked? Let everyone see everything.”
“I wouldn’t mind,” he smiled.
“OK, we’ll go to the river, but don’t ask me to do it. You do it if you want,” I told him.
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