As the morning sunlight shone through the windows of the bedroom, an electronic alarm clock buzzed, waking a slumbering young man.
Oliver groaned as he reached across the bedside table and hit the stop button before dragging his hand down his face and yawning loudly, stretching his body out beneath the covers.
His black hair was messy from a night's rest, and his chocolate brown eyes squinted at the sun coming through his curtains.
"Ahhhh... damn it..." He laid his head back against his soft pillow and closed his eyes, not wanting to wake up. It took several long minutes before he managed to get out of bed.
After taking a quick shower and getting dressed, Oliver headed downstairs, finding his mom, Mia, in the living room doing her daily yoga routine.
She was wearing tight-fitting workout attire consisting of a red sports bra, revealing a good amount of cleavage and midriff, as well as black yoga pants that hugged her big booty and left little to the imagination.
Mia had long, black hair that reached her shoulders. The majority of it was pulled into a ponytail, with some strands falling to frame her pretty face.
When she noticed her son watching, her blue eyes locked with Oliver's, and she smiled at him.
"Morning, sweetie. How'd you sleep?" She asked as she bent over in the cow pose, exposing her huge chest while looking up at him.
"Uh...good."
"I'm glad to hear that."
Oliver could feel his cheeks heating up at how sexy his mom looked as he watched her move into the downward dog pose, arching her back and putting her voluptuous behind up in the air.
He wasn't sure if it was normal to be aroused by seeing your own mother's private areas like that, but he tried not to think about it too much. He never had any experience with girls before because he was always scared to even talk to them, never mind date one.
This made him quite awkward around other people, especially girls, and often caused him to become uncomfortable when they would talk to him. It was very hard to strike up a conversation with someone when you couldn't even look them in the eye.
Besides being shy, Oliver was a very nervous person who often got flustered over simple things and panicked whenever he was put on the spot.
So instead, he decided to just try not to look at his mom's skintight outfit as she continued doing her yoga.
"Ollie, the breakfast is ready. Come eat it before it gets cold," his father Adam said as he was sipping on his coffee at the dining table and reading through the morning newspaper.
Oliver then went to the kitchen and sat down at the table. His dad handed him a plate filled with pancakes and bacon, and he began to eat without saying anything else.
"So, Ollie, are you ready for our trip today?" Adam asked.
"U-Um...yeah."
"Did you pack your things like I told you to last night?"
"Y-Yes...why?"
"Good. Because we're leaving right after breakfast!"
"Huh? Already?"
"Yes! Your mom booked us an earlier flight so we don't have to sit around at the airport all day. This will be our first time going to a beach resort in a long time, and I can't wait! Can you?"
"Uhh..."
"Come on, cheer up! I know you don't really like traveling and stuff like that, but I promise you will enjoy yourself when we get there. You get to see the ocean and all kinds of beautiful sights. Not to mention, we can spend some quality time together as a family."
"Okay... just... promise not to make me play any stupid games with you two again..."
Just when Oliver finished his sentence, Mia walked into the kitchen. She stopped behind her son, put her hands around his neck, and held him tight, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"What are you talking about? There are many games we could play on this trip, and they will all be fun and not stupid," she said, purring into his ear.
Oliver blushed when he felt his mother's massive bust pressing against his back, and his dad chuckled at how embarrassed his son got whenever Mia hugged him.
"Mom, p-please stop hugging me like that. I'm trying to eat my breakfast."
"But I like hugging you. You are my baby, after all." She cooed as she kept her arms wrapped around her son's chest.
"M-Mom! Please... Don't say embarrassing stuff like that."
"But there is nothing embarrassing about a mother loving her son. I love you, Ollie," she whispered into his ear before licking it teasingly.
"Mom!"
The sound of Adam laughing echoed throughout the room, causing Oliver to get even more flustered. "You're so adorable, son. Just the way your mom always describes you," he teased, making Oliver turn bright red.
"Not only adorable, but handsome too. Isn't that right, honey?" Mia asked.
Adam smirked and nodded in agreement. "Of course. After all, I do have quite charming looks; wouldn't you agree, Mia?"
"Maybe. However, Ollie got his good looks from me," she giggled.
"Umm...I think I'm done eating now..." Oliver muttered, pushing his plate away. "I'm going to go upstairs and grab my backpack."
Mia grinned and let go of Oliver as he stood up and walked away without turning back, his cheeks still flushed pink.
She then turned to face her husband and said, "It looks like we made our little boy feel embarrassed by giving him too much love, Adam."
Adam snorted and shook his head. "You know how he gets. Poor guy doesn't have the ability to deal with much affection without getting flustered."
"True. I hope this trip will help him become more confident. Being shy is fine and all, but he's not even able to talk to his own friends because he's so afraid. That's not healthy for a young boy like him. We should encourage him to try new things and experience the world around him."
"Well, we can start with this beach trip. Maybe he'll open up more when we're surrounded by new environments."
"Exactly!"
"Alright. Finish getting ready so we can leave as soon as possible." Adam smiled and stood up to carry his empty plate to the sink.
"Okay," Mia said, smiling at her husband.
After a long plane flight and a drive in a cab, they finally arrived at their destination. The first thing Oliver noticed was how warm the weather was compared to his hometown. He could feel the humidity sticking to his skin already, making him want to jump into the ocean right away.
When the cab pulled up to the resort's main lobby, Adam and Mia got out first, while Oliver stayed behind, waiting for them to check in. He stared out the window, admiring the beautiful beachfront hotel they would be staying in for a week.
A part of him was happy that he had a chance to enjoy this wonderful place with his parents because he knew that they loved him very much. They have always been there for him whenever he needed anything. They were the only ones who cared about him enough to give him constant attention and love.
Their doting often puts him under pressure. However, he didn't want to upset his mom and dad by being ungrateful.
Oliver was broken from his thoughts as his parents returned to the taxi.
"We have checked in now, honey. Follow us!"
"Okay."
Soon, they walked up to one of the hotel's elevators and pressed the button for the tenth floor. Once the doors opened again, the family exited, making their way down the hallway until they reached their room.
But at that moment, Oliver realized something.
They only booked one room... with only one bed.
"Dad, don't tell me we are all going to share one bed?!" he asked, staring at his father in shock.
However, before Adam could respond, Mia chimed in.
"Well, I made a little mistake regarding the booking since it's hard to find a free one-week in the peak season, but we can make it work. We are a family, after all. Right, Adam?"
"Of course, Mia. It's no problem at all. The bed is big enough for three adults anyway. Besides, it's just for a week, so it'll be fine, buddy," Adam also chimed in as he tousled his son's black hair.
"M-Mom...Dad..."
Noticing how uncomfortable he seemed at the idea, Mia wrapped an arm around his shoulders.
"Come on, Ollie. It won't be bad. It's just sleeping in one bed, right? I used to sleep on the same bed with my parents when I was a little girl. This is no different. Now, stop worrying and just try to enjoy our time together. Okay?" she soothed.
After a brief pause, Oliver gave up and nodded his head.
"Good boy," Mia purred, and she leaned in to kiss her son's cheek again.
"Mom, please don't make this weird."
"What? I can't give my son a kiss anymore?"
"I-I never said that."
As soon as everyone brought their luggage into the room, they right away left to explore the beautiful beach in front of the hotel. Oliver walked ahead, being too shy to be seen with his parents. He hated whenever they showed so much affection towards him in public because it made him feel even more like a child who needed someone to hold his hand all the time.
And there was also his mom's revealing swimsuit...
She was wearing a black string bikini that displayed an incredible amount of cleavage, with most of her giant tits spilling out from the tiny triangular top, while her big bubble butt was on display in her super skimpy thong bottom.
Just when Mia asked Adam to take pictures of her, Oliver stopped and turned his head to look at his mom posing in seductive poses, posing with her hands above her head, and looking back over her shoulder, her big, juicy ass sticking out.
Oliver could only stare as he watched the show, blushing like crazy. His heart beat faster than ever before as he watched his mother move around.
"Ollie, could you come here for a moment and join me? I want to have some pictures with my precious son," Mia said, waving at him.
"Mom, I-I don't feel comfortable doing that... Everyone is staring."
"Oh, please! Don't be a drama queen. You will regret it one day if you don't have any pictures to look at and remember your vacation."
"But..."
"Please! Pretty please..."
"Fine."
Oliver approached his mother, feeling self-conscious about all the people around him and averting eye contact with anyone nearby as he stood next to her, hoping that this wouldn't take too long.
Mia then hugged her son, her large bosom pressing against him. "Now hold onto my waist and smile for the camera," she instructed as she wrapped an arm around his shoulders, holding him close against her body.
Oliver forced a weak smile as he put a trembling hand on Mia's hip while trying not to focus on how soft and warm his mom's body was against his or how her smell was hypnotizing.
On the other hand, Mia noticed how tense her son was. She could tell by the way his hands trembled while he touched her body.
'So he gets nervous because of physical contact with a woman?' Mia thought while Adam took a few pictures. 'He is just too sensitive.'
"Thank you for playing along with me, honey. You can leave now and explore the beach if you like."
After hearing those words, Oliver took off towards the water as fast as he could, leaving his parents behind. As soon as he reached the water, he began swimming around without looking back.
There were many beautiful women on the beach, each in skimpy bikinis just like his mom, running around and playing on the sand with their huge bouncy tits jiggling and their big round juicy butts wiggling around, but Oliver didn't want to let his eyes wander, afraid that people might think he's being a pervert.
He swam around by himself without paying much attention to anything else, letting the cool waves wash away all of his worries.
Meanwhile, Adam asked Mia whether they should follow him, but she said that it'd be better to leave their son be for now, so he just laid back and enjoyed the sunlight while his beautiful wife rested next to him.
"Husband, I think Oliver seemed to be uncomfortable with having physical contact with another person," Mia whispered as she was sunbathing. "His hands were shaking when I hugged him earlier."
"Yeah, I noticed that too."
"Right? He needs to learn how to overcome his shyness because, if he keeps up acting that way, he won't get a girlfriend in the future."
"I know, Mia. But what can we do? If you ask me, our son is just an introvert who likes being by himself. He's not the type of person who likes socializing a lot."
"I guess. However, I can't stand seeing my son scared of touching girls." Mia sighed and closed her eyes, relaxing in the sun's warm rays as she thought about her son.
Suddenly, she had an idea. "What if I help my baby overcome his fears by making him practice touching a female body?" she suggested.
"Huh? Practice how exactly?"
"You know... Teach him how to touch a girl."
Adam didn't say anything for a moment, until he let out a laugh and chuckled, "Are you saying what I think you're saying, Mia?"
"I am."
"Haha, are you serious?! Don't you think you're going too far?"
Mia looked at her husband with a raised eyebrow and asked, "How is it too far if I do it for the sake of my son? What kind of parent would not try to help their child overcome their troubles? Of course, it depends on how you feel about it because I'm your wife and Oliver is your son. So...what do you say?"
Adam remained silent, and Mia turned towards him, staring at his face for an answer.
Several seconds passed, which felt like forever, when Adam spoke again with a serious expression. "No, it doesn't seem weird to me. It's just the context and what you have in mind... But if it means my son won't become a loser all his life, I am not going to stop you, Mia. However, are you willing to be touched by him, though?"
Mia didn't hesitate.
"Yes," she declared, surprising her husband.
"It seems you've been planning it for a long time," Adam teased as he caressed Mia's thigh.
"Of course not! I just came up with the idea now."
Mia gave a playful smile to her husband and then returned her attention back towards her son, watching him swim in the water.
***
Soon, the three returned to their room after having dinner and light drinks in a local restaurant.
Oliver headed straight to his backpack and got out a pair of shorts and a loose-fitting white t-shirt to sleep in, but Mia stopped him as soon as he picked up the clothes.
"Sweetheart, don't worry about wearing clothes. It's hot, so you'd be more comfortable sleeping in just your underwear."
"Are you serious? How could you say something like that?" He gasped, blushing hard at the thought of being practically naked with his mom in one bed.
"She's right. Don't you get too hot during the summer? There is no need to be shy, so just take off those clothes, boy. And don't worry. You've got nothing we haven't seen before," Adam teased and tried to suppress his laughter, making Oliver blush even more.
"Geez! Fine! I'll sleep like this! Happy now?!" He shouted in an angry tone as he threw his t-shirt back into the bag.
He couldn't understand why his parents would say embarrassing things like that to him. All he wanted to do was spend a nice, relaxing week at the beach and not worry about getting into arguments with his mom and dad about anything stupid.
"Ollie, there is no need to get upset. Your mother and I are just trying to help you loosen up, so stop worrying," Adam explained.
"Whatever."
Oliver climbed into the big bed and pulled the covers up to his chin, resting his head on his pillow while staring at the ceiling, his eyes closed. He wanted to fall asleep as soon as possible, but he couldn't stop thinking about being in such close proximity to his mom's attractive body.
This caused him to feel nervous and scared about what would happen during the night. 'How am I going to be able to sleep without touching my mom or having her touch me in sleep?'
Soon, Adam got into bed on the right side, wearing nothing but his black boxer shorts. Then he pulled the covers from Oliver and asked, "Buddy, why are you covered up so much? You'll overheat under there. Just relax and stop acting so strange. Sleeping in underwear isn't weird at all."
Oliver didn't say a word, ignoring him and hoping he'd take the hint that he just wanted to sleep now, but Mia came into view.
She was wearing a sexy baby pink lingerie set with a lacy bra that cupped her impressive DD breasts and a matching thong, showing off her gorgeous ass cheeks, along with her curvy hips, big, thick thighs, and long legs.
Her long, dark hair flowed freely down her back in beautiful waves, while her beautiful face shone in the light coming from the lamps above, making her look even more attractive.
"What were you two talking about? Did I miss something important?" Mia asked as she climbed into the bed, crawling between the two men, and sat on her knees as she looked at Adam, waiting for a reply.
"Nothing, darling. Ollie is just being shy, like usual."
Mia glanced down at her son, who was lying stiffly next to her, and noticed how red his face was and how tense his body looked.
Seeing her son act like that made Mia feel sad inside because all she wanted was for him to enjoy this vacation and have fun.
After that, Mia gave a look to Adam, who nodded, understanding what she meant.
Mia decided to speak first. "Honey, are you nervous about something?"
"N-No. Of course not," Oliver said. "Just tired. I think I'm going to go to sleep now."