The heat of recent days has brought back memories and emotions from past summers, including the day my mother and I spent a morning at the beach with my friend Giorgio and his mother. I had always thought of my friend's mother as shy, but as soon as we arrived at the beach, she revealed her true character, immediately going topless alongside my mother, who was already looking around to see who to dedicate the spectacle of their bodies in the sun to. That day, Giorgio also surprised me by starting to casually comment on my mother's body and asking me directly what I thought of his. That day, I realized I wasn't the only one experiencing these emotions, and that Giorgio was also aroused by seeing his mother desired by others. He, too, constantly spied on her, and like me, he had seen her having sex with other men, not just with his father, who, like mine, was often away for work. Unlike me, however, he felt no shame in discussing his forbidden desires for his mother, which he considered normal and common among so many other boys. His natural approach to the subject led me to confide in him and tell him what I felt, the feelings I'd always been ashamed of. When our costumes could no longer contain the excitement our conversation sparked, Giorgio took me to the cabin where he took the panties his mother had just removed and handed them to me. He then took my mother's panties, which he began to sniff and lick while his hand took hold of his cock, now out of his swimsuit. The ecstatic expression on his face as he enjoyed the taste and smell of my mother led me to do the same, and I too began to savor the smell and taste of his mother. We came almost in unison, splashing our sperm on the wooden cabin floor, which mixed with the sand that abundantly covered it. From that day on, Giorgio and I talked about everything, and our friendship became rich with complicity.