have always been a sun worshipper and I would spend time on the beach relaxing and following the antics of other bathers. I would admire the bodies of the tourists as they disported themselves. My imagination ran riot and I'm sure that had they known what I was thinking, they would have denounced me as a total pervert.
I was sitting on my deckchair hiding behind my dark glasses when a good looking lady with 4 kids parked herself next to me. 2 boys and 2 girls. I suppose they were about 8 to 12 years of age and had been on holiday for some days because the kids were quite suntanned. She wore a modest one piece swimsuit as did both of the girls while the boys each wore Speedo type trunks.
She settled down under an umbrella and the kids ran off to play. They ran in and out of the water for a while and played ball on the sand. Suddenly I heard a cry and saw the older of the boys bent over double in pain. He'd been hit in the groin by the ball. Moaning he limped over to his mum followed by the others. He was trying to show a brave face, in front of the girls. His mum got on her knees on the sand and swiftly pulled down his trunks exposing a luminous white bottom and genitals contrasting with the suntanned rest of his body.
A high pitched loud shriek 'oh mother noooo!’ while he attempting to cover himself. She pushed his hands away and examined him closely, feeling his balls and penis with her fingers. The girls were watching intently much to the boy's discomfort as he looked up at the sky to avoid meeting anyone's gaze. I removed my dark glasses, leaned over and asked if he was ok. She smiled broadly and turned him to face me with one hand on his naked bottom and the other holding his genitals. She was rolling his testicles in her fingers and softly manipulating his plump little penis. No damage done. I'm sure he wanted to disappear down a hole. He was crying, probably more from shame than pain. Suddenly his expression turned to one of horror as one of the girls began to put some lotion on his genitals. His mother cooperatively held his genitals around the base displaying them prominently like a bunch of grapes, giving the girl easy access. He was squirming around trying to avoid the contract but his mum had too firm a hold on him.
The girl did a very thorough job and was reluctant to stop but finally the mother stopped her and sent her off to play with the others. Then she wrapped a towel round him and made him sit on the sand in the shade of the umbrella. He was sobbing and sniffling and complaining bitterly to his mum because she'd exposed him like that in front of everyone. She ignored him for a while then threatened to take him back to the hotel and he fell into a brooding silence. I spoke to her and she laughingly explained that he was complaining because he hardly knew the other kids. He was her son but the others belonged to a couple they'd met in the hotel. She had offered to take the children to the beach while their parents went on a tour along with her husband.
Ah so that's why he was so embarrassed I said. She explained that he was soft on the girl and obviously these events didn't exactly help his manly cause. Naturally I hinted to her that I found his embarrassment of interest and she gave me such a wicked smile that I realised that she knew! On further conversation she told me that she liked to keep her husband ‘in check ’' but was not interested in sharing. Such a pity! She firmly told me that what she and her husband did would remain totally private. But she thought an occasional lesson in humility would be helpful to her son. She turned to the boy to ask if he was still in pain. Sullenly he muttered that he was ok but she made him stand again and removed his towel. Again he complained vocally but she stood him firmly in place and examined his not so private bits again. Looking at me with that incredible wicked smile she said do you think it's still a little bit sore? She was offering me a closer look but the boy got angry and twisted and turned away. Calmly his mum held on to him and called the girl over. She was there like a shot and she was politely asked whether she would mind putting some more cream on the boy. She may have been young but she was enjoying this as much as I was. She was keen and having the time of her life. I half expected the boy to erect but he was far to immature. Then the girl helped him on with his trunks and taking his hand led him off to the sea. I enjoyed a very pleasant conversation with the lady until it was time for them to leave. Who knows what could have been?