It must have been an alignment of the sun, moon and stars otherwise I don't know how this could have happened. It was early July and as such it was time for our annual family vacation. My husband Bill had made the reservation for the beach house months ago and as it happened my daughter Elizabeth had found a new boyfriend towards the end of her sophomore year, a young man named Josh who was a junior at the same high school. By the time the summer finally arrived they were going steady and she was professing her dying love for him for the rest of her life. Of course I knew that mean until school started in September, but what the hell.

As the departure for our vacation neared Becky, that was Elizabeth's nickname, came to me with a proposition — could Josh come with us for our two weeks at the beach? I consulted my husband and because we both liked the young man we called his parents and we all agreed as long as there was adult supervision Josh could come along. That was the first mistake I made but it wouldn't be my last that summer.

Bill got off work early on a Friday and we were pack and on the road by eight the next morning. Bill was driving with me across from him in the front seat and Becky and Josh in the back of our Chevy van. It was a two-hour trip and we arrived by ten thirty and were unpacked by eleven. Both Becky and Josh were helpful, getting their stuff into the house and helping Bill and myself with our bags. Because we hadn't expected to have company on our vacation Bill had rented a two-bedroom beach house/cottage so Josh had volunteered to sleep on the couch in the living room.

The first day was pretty much what you might expect on such an outing, changing into our swimsuits, a visit to the beach and dinner that night before bedtime. The bathroom situation was a little more problematical. With just one bathroom everyone had to share and watch his or her times carefully. When we were getting ready for bed Bill showered first, followed by Becky and then it was my turn. I had just stepped out of the shower when the door opened and Josh stood there staring at my nakedness. "Eeekkk." I screamed as I pulled the towel up to cover myself and Josh, apologizing profusely, backed out of the bathroom. But he had seen me, seen my breasts and vagina and I knew it. I finally finished drying off and put on my nightclothes and came out and looked for the young man. He was sitting in the kitchen sipping on a coke.

"Josh?"

"Yes ma'am" He replied.

I could see that he was blushing and he wasn't looking at me, his eyes cast downward. I assumed that he was embarrassed which turned out to be another mistake. "What happened Josh, why did you barge into the bathroom?"

"I'm sorry Mrs. Baker, honest. I thought you were already finished and gone."

It sounded logical so I gave him the benefit of the doubt. That was another mistake and it was still the first day of our vacation. "Well it's alright honey, I don't think that anyone heard me scream so let's just keep this a secret between us, okay?"

"Yes ma'am."

I went into the bedroom and Bill was sitting up in bed reading a magazine. "Helen, did I hear you scream?"

"Scream? I didn't hear anyone scream, must have been your imagination honey." Why oh why did I lie to my husband?

Two days passed without any more untoward incidents, that is until Monday afternoon. We were all down at the beach, swimming and sunning and Josh said he was headed back to the cottage. I didn't think anything about it and a little while later I told Bill that I was heading back to make lunch. When I arrived at our cottage I walked inside expecting to find Josh reading or watching television but I didn't see him anywhere. I heard music coming from Becky's bedroom and assumed that Josh was just listening to the radio I walked down the hallway and up to Becky's door. The door was ajar and when I looked inside there was Josh, stark naked, with a pair of yellow panties over his face and he was stroking his cock. I was so surprised that I didn't move for what seemed hours but probably wasn't any longer than 60 seconds. I watched his hand slowly sliding up and down on a cock that had to be a good two inches bigger than Bill's. Then I recognized the yellow panties — and they were mine! I was finally able to tear my eyes away from his cock and I eased back down the hallway to the kitchen where I slammed the door loud enough that Josh would hear and know that someone had come home.

In a little while he showed up in the kitchen wearing a t-shirt and a pair of cut off's. "Oh hi Mrs. Baker, I didn't know that you were here."

I looked down at his crotch and imagined his cock hanging down inside his shorts and I felt myself blushing. "Well I just came home to make lunch for everyone. Would you mind helping me Josh?"

"Sure Mrs. Baker, what do you want me to do?"

"First off please call me Helen and could you get the hamburgers out from the fridge?"

"Alright Helen."

As I cooked the hamburgers Josh set the table I just couldn't get the image of his cock out of my mind. I knew that I was being a pervert, thinking about a teenager's cock but I had never seen anything like that in my life. When Bill and I were married I was just 21 and was still a virgin. I had only fooled around with a couple of guys in my entire life preferring to save my virginity for my husband. In fact up to that day I had only seen two cocks besides Bill's in my entire life. I had given a hand job to my high school boyfriend after the senior prom and had been talked into a blow job in my sophomore year in college by the jock I was dating but neither of those young men had a cock anywhere near the size of Josh's. God his had to be over eight inches!

By the next day the images of what I had seen and Josh's cock were pretty much out of my mind - that is until just after lunch. I came back from the beach early and was standing at the kitchen sink washing dishes when I noticed Becky and Josh out in the back yard. They didn't know I had returned and assumed that they were alone. Josh was laying back in a deck chair and Becky was sitting next to him and they were kissing. I should have just moved away from the window and given them some privacy, after all spying on one's child isn't a proper thing for a mother to do. I was just about to turn and go into the living room when I saw Josh unbutton the top three buttons on Becky's blouse and slip his hand inside. I sucked in my breath ready to charge outside and save my daughter's reputation when I saw Becky start to caress Josh's cock through his shorts.

I stood at the window transfixed; there was my daughter and this young man engaging in sexual petting and in public yet I couldn't move from the window. I watched as Josh finished unbuttoning Becky's blouse then push it open. He put his fingers under her bra lifted it up and over her breasts. Now Becky isn't as big as me, at least not yet, her breasts are only 34B's but still the sight of my daughter's naked breasts with her hard little nipples responding to this boy's touch sent shivers through my body and I actually felt myself getting wet. I slipped my hand inside my shorts and found my little nub and started rubbing small circles while I continued to watch them play with each other. When Becky slipped off his lap and onto her knees and unzipped his shorts I couldn't watch anymore and ran from the kitchen and down to my room. So why didn't yell at them or go running outside to show how angry I was, well to this day I just don't know? Yet one more mistake I made.

I knew that I needed to talk with Becky about her behavior but I couldn't figure out any way to approach her without letting her know that I had been spying on them. I should have just acted like a responsible parent and confronted her, but I didn't, and by the next day I just shrugged my shoulders and let the subject drop. Something else happened that next day too, Bill got a call from the office and I overheard his half of the conversation and words like, 'yes', 'no' and 'why me' then he walked into the bedroom. By the time I got into the room I saw that he was packing a suitcase. "What's up honey, where are you going?"

"Oh Christ I'm sorry Helen but that was Dean Winter from the office and I need to get back and fix the Caruthers contract or we're going to loose it. Look babe I'll be back in a couple of days, you just have fun with the kids and think about poor me being all alone in our house."

"Yea have fun with the kids." He didn't catch the sarcasm in my voice. Alone in our house my ass, what the fuck about my needs, about my sex life? We had made love on our first night at the cottage but hadn't had the opportunity since and I was horny as hell. The whole reason for taking our annual vacation is to go someplace that allows Bill and I to be away from the daily grind and to make love as often as possible and now he was going back to work.

A little while later Becky walked into the bedroom. "Mom did I just see daddy driving off?"

"Yes sweetie, there was an emergency back at the office and he had to leave for a few days. I'm sure he'll be back by Thursday or Friday."

The next day all three of us went to the beach after lunch. I brought a bottle of white wine in the ice chest while the kids brought a six pack of coke. The sun was bright and soothing and I sat on a blanket and was reading a Michael Connelly novel and sipping on wine while the kids fooled around in the surf and tanned on towels far enough away from me that I couldn't hear their conversation. I could see them though, petting each other and kissing when they thought I wasn't watching.

I felt a little buzz from the wine and was having a little trouble distinguishing the words on the page so I decided to walk back to our cottage and take a nap. I told Becky and Josh that I was leaving and half way back to the cottage I realized that I had way too much to drink. I stumbled inside the kitchen and down the hall and once I got into my bedroom I sat down on the bed and tried to keep the room from spinning around. When I finally felt stable enough I stripped out of my bathing suit and walked down the hallway and stepped into the shower. Fifteen minutes under a cold shower revived my somewhat foggy brain and I stepped out and dried off then walked back to my room and was standing by the closet looking for something to wear when I heard a noise behind me. I turned and there was Josh, standing in the doorway and smiling at me and my naked body. "What the hell do you think you're doing young man?"

"Admiring a beautiful woman Helen. You are beautiful you know."

"Josh, get the hell out of my room this instant!" I searched for something to hide my nakedness then saw my nightie and grabbed it and slipped it over my head. I should have realized that it wouldn't do any good, it was almost see-through and if anything just made matters worse.

"My God," Josh said, "a black see-through nightie. Look at those beautiful breasts, the nipples all hard and showing off. Are you showing off for me Helen? Some people might think that you are trying to seduce you daughter's boyfriend?"

Properly chastised I covered my breasts with one arm while my other hand dropped down to the 'vee' of my legs. "No... no, I'm not doing anything of the sort Josh, and if you were a gentleman you would turn you head and not look at me that way."

"That way, what does that way mean? As I see it Helen it looks like you are trying to seduce me after all see what you have done." He ran his hand down the front of his trunks outlining his hardness. "I mean what would Becky think if she could see you right now?"

"I... I... don't know. Why would she think anything, after all you're the intruder." He was still rubbing his cock and staring at my almost naked body."

"Look Helen you know that you want me, that you want my cock so why don't you just let yourself go. Becky won't be back for a while, come on take off that nightgown and let me make love to you."

"You leave my room right now!" I walked over to the doorway and pushed him in the chest until he was outside my room then slammed the door and locked it. I could hear him laughing as he walked down the hallway and into the living room. I sat on the edge of the bed breathing hard and trying to control my emotions. What the hell had just happened? As my breathing slowly returned to normal and I tried to gather my whit's about me I took off my nightie and put on a pair of panties, my bra and a pair of shorts and a blouse. When I finally heard Becky's voice in the house I unlocked my door and went out to the kitchen as if nothing had happened but I was still worried about what Josh was thinking and planning.

The next morning I made sure that I was up and showered before either of the kids had awoken and just in case I took my clothes into the bathroom with me and locked the door. I was standing over the stove cooking bacon when I felt a breath on the back of my neck. I spun around and Josh was standing there, in just his underwear, looking over my shoulder.

"Smells nice... Helen."

I looked at him standing there with the typical male morning hard on. "Don't you think you should go get some clothes on before Becky wakes up and catches you in here in like that?"

He reached inside his underwear and started rubbing his cock. "Oh I don't think that it matters all that much, she is so damn naïve about sex that she wouldn't be able to figure this out with a map. Say Helen did I tell you that I know that you were watching me the other day?"

I felt my cheeks turning red. "I... I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure you do. When I was jacking off and smelling your panties I saw you standing in the doorway watching me. Looking at my cock and I'll bet anything wishing you could touch it. I'll even bet that your panties were wet, they were weren't they?"

"I did no such thing! Well, alright I did see you but you were lying there with the door open and what did you want me to do, freak out and run screaming from the house?"

"Well there is always the courtesy of giving someone some privacy Helen. Then again I was lying there sniffing your panties and thinking about how you smelled. Do you know why I chose that particular pair of panties Helen?"

I shook my head no.

"Because I knew those panties had your cum in them, that's why. I listened at the door as you and Bill made love the night before and I went looking for your panties to see what you smelled like after sex and, well as I said, you smell real nice. I'll bet anything that you would love to have me between your thighs making love to you, wouldn't you? My hardness teasing you deep down inside, touching places that Bill hasn't ever touched — come on Helen why don't you just let it happen?"

I turned and glared at him. "Why you little oversexed shithead! If you think you're getting anywhere near me you're dead wrong. And you can take that to the bank buster. Now get out of my face with your filthy talk!"

"Hey, did I hear you two arguing?" It was Becky and she walked into the kitchen rubbing her sleepy eyes and wearing her baby doll pajamas, her breasts with their dark areolas plainly visible to both of us. Christ I thought, Josh is so damned right, Becky is still a baby and so naive about what her body can do to a man.

"Oh it wasn't anything baby." Josh laughed, "Your mom is such a staunch Republican and I was just explaining that Democrats always 'do it' better and I pointed out former President Clinton as a perfect example."

Becky opened the fridge and poured herself a glass of orange juice. "Okay whatever, as long as you weren't arguing."

"We weren't arguing honey." I cooed as I gave Josh the evil eye.

That afternoon I declined an invitation from the kids to go to the beach and sat around the cottage mopping and worrying, worrying what Josh might be up to next. Bill was gone, my innocent daughter was dating a pervert and I was a horny old woman, damn it doesn't get any worse that this I thought as I sipped on a beer. On a whim I decided to go to the beach and find the kids but when I arrived I didn't see them anywhere. I looked south down the beach but didn't anyone who looked like Becky or Josh so I turned north and looked. They weren't up that way either but there was a lot of sand dunes that could hide them so I started walking in a northerly direction. When I came to the top of the third dune I heard Becky squealing with delight. I snuck up and peaked through a clump of pampas grass I saw them. She was lying on her back with the bottom of her bikini beside her while Josh was in between her legs and it was obvious what he was doing. It was so traumatic seeing my daughter like that, naked to the world that I couldn't move. What if somebody besides me came along and saw them? I didn't want to watch them but for some reason I couldn't take my eyes away either. I felt myself getting wet again and I realized that I needed Bill even more than I had thought. I needed to be taken care of by my husband and damned soon.

I didn't say anything to either of them when they returned from the beach; after all, what was the point? That evening we had a quiet dinner and when the dishes were finally washed and put away we all adjourned to the living room to watch television. After channel surfing for a while and finding a dearth of anything that anyone wanted to watch Josh said he had brought some DVD's and while he and Becky found a movie they wanted to watch I went and took my shower. I returned to the living room wearing a below the knee nightshirt and my robe belted tightly shut. Becky was curled up in the easy chair and Josh had changed for the night and was under the sheets lying on the couch. With Becky in the chair there wasn't anyplace for me to sit except with Josh on the couch. Josh saw my predicament and sat up and moved around so there was just enough room for me to sit down at the end where his head had been. When I sat down he smiled at me and then lay back down with his head in my lap. Oh Christ what had I gotten myself into?

Becky looked over at us. "Ohhhh, that's so cute mom, taking care of my boyfriend. How sweet of you."

Yea it's just fucking great Becky, just fucking great, I thought.

Josh looked over at Becky and smiled. "Why honey your mom just needed a place to sit so I offered her part of my bed."

"I know baby and I think it's cute."

I tried not to think about where his head was lying and that if he leaned any farther backward he would be pressing into my breasts. When Josh didn't try anything I relaxed and got engrossed in watching the movie. I realized that it must have been an 'R' rated movie because there seemed to be a lot of sexual scenes in it, heated kissing sessions, topless shower scenes and then one scene where the man and woman were making love in their bed. You could clearly see her breasts and both of their butts but nothing more. Still it was enough to get my juices flowing. I must have been squirming around on the couch while my eyes were glued to the screen and the next thing I knew I felt Josh's fingers under the bottom of my nightshirt. They were slowly creeping up my leg using the sheet as camouflage from my daughter. As casually as I could I lowered my hand and pushed his hand away from me. Minutes later the fingers were back again, under my nightshirt and sliding up my thigh towards the vee between my legs. If the truth was told, between the sexuality in the movie and the tingly sensations I felt from his fingers I was excited but I just couldn't let this happened so once again I pushed his hand away from me. I looked down at him and scowled but he just smiled and turned over onto his side, his head still in my lap.

The movie continued on and I must have drifted off for a minute or so and when I did Josh's hand was back under my nightshirt only this time I didn't feel anything until I felt his fingers rubbing circles on the gusset of my panties. My eyes sprang open and I sucked in a breath.

"Wow, what was that all about mom?" Becky asked hearing my surprised gasp."

"Oh... oh nothing honey, I dozed off and was just startled, that's all." His fingers were now running up and down on my panties, tracing a line around my swollen labia, up and down, up and down, up and down. What the hell do I do now? I looked down at Josh and all I could see was the back of his head. I couldn't see his hand moving under the sheet but I sure as hell could feel it. How could I get this boy to stop without alerting my daughter? Up and down, up and down, oh God please don't let this excite me. I tried straightening out my leg but all that accomplished was to give him more access to my vagina. Then his fingers sneaked underneath my panties and touched my bare labia and he ran a finger up between my wet lips. Up and up agonizingly slowly up until he just barely touched my clit! And when he did it was like a gigantic electric shock, I felt like somebody had touched me in the absolutely perfect place and given me an orgasm without ever entering me. My stomach did flip-flops, my nipples hardened and worst of all my legs just perceptibly spread apart.

Worried that my daughter might see what was going on I looked across the room but Becky's eyes were glued to the movie and she seemingly hadn't noticed a thing. As I sat there I was shivering as I felt his finger invade my body, slowly sliding inside my vagina, searching, touching until he finally found my 'G' spot. How did a teenager even know what the hell a 'G' spot was? His fingertip massaged my vaginal wall, scratching lightly on the delicate spot until I felt myself trembling with pleasure. My vagina was leaking like a sieve and my body was screaming out for a hard cock and yet all I had was this boy, this teenager who belonged to my daughter. Oh my God, oh my god, ohmygod! I grabbed the end of the couch with one hand squeezed as hard as I could while my whole body screamed out and my pelvis shook with another orgasm. I lay my head back and breathed in through my mouth as over and over the pleasure wafted through my body and it was all I could do to just not scream out loud. When Josh finally removed his finger he turned over onto his back and smiled up at me, then he took 'the finger' from under the covers and held it to his nose, smiled and licked it clean.