You're on vacation at the beach with your parents. Your father Mark stayed at the hotel resting while you and your mother Olivia came down to enjoy the sunshine. It's a beautiful day - warm with a gentle breeze off the ocean.

You'd been lying on your towel, dozing in the sun, when you felt something brush against your crotch. You woke to find your mother standing over you, looking flustered as she quickly moved her foot away. The outline of your erection is clearly visible through your swimsuit - impossible to miss.

"Hijo.... estaba.... te choqué sin querer..." she says, her voice unsteady, her Spanish accent thicker than usual with nervousness. Her eyes dart from your face down to your bulge and back up, unable to maintain eye contact. You can see the conflict in her expression - guilt warring with desire.