บท 604: Birthday Trip Ch. 02
by_a_friend_©
Chapter 02: Next Stop
After our special trip to the beautiful beach Mom and I walked quietly back to the hotel. I was walking a few steps behind her the entire time. I couldn't really look at her. I thought what happened on the boat was my fault; it was my dick that got hard when Mom sat on my lap; I was embarrassed; I was confused; and I felt bad that I hadn't been able to stop myself.
I mean the sex was amazing... It was out in public, with people all around us and I don't think my dick has ever been this hard before... but I fucked my own mother, dammit.
When we came back to our private hut, Dad was already asleep, but of course he woke up when we came in.
"Hey you two. How was it?"
I didn't respond. I didn't know what I could or should have said.
"It was quite nice. How are you honey?"
"I'm a lot better, thank you."
Mom sat down on the edge of the bed next to my father.
"Look, guys, I'm going straight to my room. I'm pretty tired."
Dad looked confused and Mom didn't look at me at all.
"Okay. Good night, Tom."
"Good night, Dad. Night, Mom."
And then I walked back to my room and closed the door behind me. Of course I couldn't really sleep that night. I didn't know how to get through the rest of the vacation.
The morning after when Dad came in my room to wake me up, I told him that I wouldn't join them for breakfast and that I wanted to sleep for two more hours. About three hours later I decided that I had to leave the hut eventually. So I put on my bathing shorts, took a big beach towel and started to wander through the pool area. And then I saw Mom and Dad. They were lying on beach loungers next to the pool. Normally I would have joined them, but I couldn't really be around both of them. So I told them I would hang out on the beach instead.
The day went by and I didn't really do all that much. I tried not to think about what happened the day before, but that was almost impossible.
On the next day, I hung out with Mom and Dad. It would have been too suspicious if I would have spent another day all by myself. Also, we planned on leaving the hotel that afternoon anyway.
Mom and Dad had planned the entire trip to Europe months ahead. So that day, at 4 p.m., we left the hotel. We took all of our luggage and then took a bus to the nearest train station. It took us almost three hours to get there. So after three hours sweating inside an old and rusty bus, we got to the train station.
The plan was to go to the next city and therefor our next destination by train. So after we had dinner at a restaurant next to the train station, we walked back there and waited for our train to arrive. Dad had booked a train compartment for us. It actually was more like a sleeping berth. It was a small compartment with two beds. So when you got in, there was a bed on the right side, about 3 feet wide. Right next to the head of the bed, there was a ladder which led to the second bed, which was mounted above the other one. The upper bed was a bit smaller than the other one, so I knew that I had to sleep up there. I was pissed off right away.
The compartment was so small, you couldn't really do anything at all, besides sleeping and looking out the tiny window.
I didn't really know what to do. Mom and Dad decided to walk through the train and look for the dining car to get a few drinks. I had no intention at all to join them. I was tired from the bus ride anyway, so I stayed in our compartment all by myself.
As soon as Mom and Dad left, I undressed, put on a pair of boxers and a shirt and climbed up the ladder. My knee really improved in the days and weeks before. I thought I would, but I had no problem to climb up the tiny ladder. Once I got up there I realized that not only was it the smallest bed I had ever slept in, but it was extremely uncomfortable as well.
The only good thing was, I could look out the window while lying there. So I lay there, looked out the window and hoped that I could fall asleep before Mom and Dad would come back.
I woke up about half an hour or so later. I started up in my bed and almost hit my head on the train ceiling above me. I felt nauseous and sick to my stomach. The entire room was spinning. I lay back down and closed my eyes again.
When I woke back up, another ten minutes or so later, Mom was standing in front of the two beds. She was stripping out of her jeans when I opened my eyes. Although I couldn't see him, I knew Dad was already in bed, because Mom was looking at him and whispering something I couldn't understand.
The compartment was pretty dark. Mom and Dad must have turned off the lights when they saw that I was already sleeping. There was a small source of light right under my bed. I figured it must have been Dad's flashlight he brought on the trip with him. When Mom stepped out off her pair of jeans and unbent, I quickly closed my eyes. I didn't want Mom to know that I was awake.
A couple of seconds later I heard noises which indicated that Mom got in bed, so I opened my eyes again. And another ten seconds later the flashlight was turned off.
So now as I was lying there, I felt even more nauseous than before. And I couldn't fall back asleep. I almost felt like throwing up. I didn't want to tell my parents that I couldn't sleep up there. I didn't want to tell them that I felt sick to my stomach and that I got seasick without actually being at sea.
So I turned from one side to the other and then a few seconds later I turned around again. I couldn't tell wether or not my parents were already asleep. If I would have known that they were indeed asleep, I would have gotten out of bed to take a walk. But I didn't want to climb down the ladder. I tried to fall asleep.
But after turning around five or six more times, the flashlight was switched back on.
"Is everything alright up there, Tom?"
I thought about not saying anything back. I thought about faking to be asleep.
"Not really."
"What's going on?"
"I can't sleep."
"I know, the bed's are pretty uncomfortable, ha?"
We were both whispering. Apparently Mom was already asleep.
"It's not just the bed, Dad."
"Then what is it?"
"It's the moving train... and being so high up above the ground... I'm getting dizzy up here."
"Oh. Do you have to puke?"
"No. It's not that bad yet."
"Alright. Let's switch beds. I don't mind sleeping up there. I can sleep everywhere."
"No, Dad, I don't wanna wake Mom."
"Don't be silly..."
I heard Dad move around in the bed below me.
"Honey," Dad whispered.
And then I heard Mom move as well.
"What's going on? Why is the light back on?"
"Tom can't sleep. He gets nauseous up there."
"Oh. Are you alright, sweetie?"
"I'll be fine, Mom."
"Let me get up, babe."
"What are you doing?"
"Switching with Tom. I don't mind sleeping up there. It's only for one night anyway."
"Alright, but..."
And then Mom stood up. She was wearing her blue pj's. And then seconds later Dad stood up as well.
"Come on. Get down here."
"But I told you Dad... I'll be fine..."
But it was pointless to argue with him. So I sat up and moved to the ladder. And then I climbed down. Seconds later we were all standing next to each other in that small compartment. And then Dad moved passed me and climbed up the ladder. Mom and I watched him lay down.
"Uh. It's pretty snug up here, babe. I don't know if we both fit in here..."
Mom looked at him, smiled and then shook her head.
"I'm not getting up there anyway."
Dad laughed out loud.
"Well okay... then you'll have to share the bed with our son tonight."
"I don't care. I'm not sleeping up there."
Oh jeez. I didn't like how that one was turning out. I couldn't possibly share a bed with Mom... not after what happened a few days before. But I had no choice.
"Come on. Get in. And let's turn off the lights again. It was a long day."
So I got in bed and moved all the way to the wall. And then Mom got in bed as well. And as she switched off the flashlight, I realized that there was only one pillow and one sheet. So I turned to my side and moved even closer to the wall. I lay on my side, with my butt almost touching the wall and tried to be as far away from Mom as possible. I didn't want to touch her at all.
So as Mom tried to get comfortable, I whispered: "I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it."
About three minutes later I noticed that Mom was already asleep. She was lying on her back next to me and I was lying on my side, facing her. My stomach felt a lot better and I didn't feel nauseous anymore, but now I felt weird about sharing a bed with my mother. My heart was racing as I watched her sleep.
Every time Mom moved a little bit, I moved as well. Every time Mom came an inch closer, I moved further to the wall. I thought the possibility for me to fall asleep was pretty slim. But the longer I watched Mom, the harder it was to keep my eyes open. And then I dozed off.
When I woke up, I knew I hadn't slept long. It was still dark in the compartment. The soft light of the moon was coming in through the window. I already came to terms with the fact that I wouldn't get much sleep that night, but the night turned out even worse. Because when I woke up, I realized that Mom had also turned to her side. And what was even more alarming: she moved dangerously close to me. Her head and back were still a few inches away from me, but her butt was pressed against my groin.
And to make matters even worse: my dick was hard as a rock when I woke up.
Mom was sleeping. She was breathing calmly. But me on the other hand... I panicked. Not only got my dick hard because of Mom's ass for the second time within one week, but Dad was there in the same room with us.
I freaked out. I was already so close to the wall, that I couldn't move at all. And when I tried to move, my dick got rubbed against Mom's ass. And that didn't help. Because not only did my hard-on not go away, but now I got aroused as well. I couldn't help it. It was dark; I was lying in bed; and a warm and round ass rubbed against my hard dick.
I tried to move. I had to move my hip further to the wall. But I couldn't. And then my left arm started to hurt. It rested on my hip and thigh, but all this not being able to move at all, made it feel numb. I tried to move my fingers a little bit, but that didn't help. So I lifted my arm up. That actually helped a bit, but I knew I couldn't stay like that for ever. I thought about moving my arm forward, but that way, I had to put it on Mom's hip.
I couldn't risk that. I mean, okay, Mom apparently didn't feel my hard dick pressing against her behind, but she might feel my hand on her hip. I didn't want her to wake up.
I was alone with my thoughts. I was wearing a thin, wide pair of boxer shorts, which wasn't much material at all. Thank god, Mom was wearing her pj's, so at least there was some material between my dick and Mom's ass.
But when I thought about that, I also thought about how Mom's ass would look like naked. I thought about our trip on the boat. And I got even more turned on. Fuck. Why am I not able to think clearly when I'm horny?
I had to move. I had to shift my weight around. The muscles in my arm and in my legs hurt from not being able to move. And my dick hurt from being so hard.
And then it happened. Mom woke up. She didn't move all that much and she suddenly stopped to move entirely, but I knew she had woken up. And I knew she felt my hard dick, which was still pressing against her ass. And right at that point, I couldn't take it anymore... I had to move my arm. So I lifted my arm up from my hip and placed it on Mom's hip instead. I just couldn't stay like that any longer.
Mom suddenly turned her head and looked at me. And then she pointed her finger up in the air to point to the upper bed and silently shook her head.
I wanted to say something. I wanted to explain myself. I didn't put my hand on her hip to try anything... But as soon as I opened my mouth, Mom moved away from me. She then placed her index finger on her lips to signal me to remain quiet.
I didn't say anything. I didn't want to wake Dad. And I didn't really know what to say anyway. Mom quietly slid away from me. And that was a total relieve for me. I moved away from the wall. I had to move my arms and feet... and my ass cheeks...
But Mom apparently misunderstood my actions for the second time. She thought I was moving closer to her, when all I wanted to do was move away from the wall.
Again, she looked at me and shook her head. I was pissed off. I didn't want to try anything. So I turned and lay down on my back. By then, Mom was lying on her back as well.
I looked over to her and saw that she was looking straight up... to the upper bed. And then she lifted her head up a bit, looked at me and for the second time she placed her index finger on her lips. I looked at her and silently nodded.
I continued to look at her and in the dimmed light I saw that Mom was closing her eyes again. So I rolled my head and looked straight up as well. I looked at the underside of Dad's bed and tried to figure out how I could possibly fall asleep now.
And then it happened: I felt Mom's hand on the side of my hip. For a split second she let her hand rest on my boxers and then she slid them up just a little bit. And then I felt that my shirt was being lifted just a little bit. And seconds later I felt Mom's fingertips on my stomach. She pressed them softly into my flesh and slid her hand into my boxers.
I turned my head to look at her, but she remained completely still. She still lay on her back and had her eyes closed. So I looked up to the bed above us. I didn't see Dad. I knew that there was no way he could see what was going on in the bed below him. The only way he could have seen what was going on below him was if he would have leaned all the way out of the bed.
I had no time to think about that, because then I felt Mom's fingers on the tip of my penis. I know I fucked her a few days earlier, but feeling her fingers on my dick was something else entirely. For some reason I thought it was a lot more intimate.
I rolled my head to look away from Mom and face the wall. And then I closed my eyes. Mom didn't grab my dick right away. Instead her fingertips wandered around just the head of my penis. I didn't know what she was doing. Why was she doing that? Dad was right there in the same small train compartment with us.
I couldn't concentrate on that. It was too overwhelming to feel Mom's fingers on my dick. I wanted her to grab it and stroke it. I was so horny and aroused.
The fact that Dad was right there, only a few feet away from us, and we had to be careful, was so fucking exciting. And the fact that Mom was the one who was fondling me, was even more of a turn on. I couldn't believe it. An hour ago I wanted to do anything to try and prevent that anything like what happened on the boat, would happen again... and now... I wanted Mom to grab my dick with her entire hand and stroke it.
But she didn't. She was still playing with just the head of my dick. Her thumb was sliding back and forth over the opening. It was an amazing feeling. And then, all of a sudden, she grabbed the tip of my dick... very hard... two or three times. And then I felt the pre-cum ooze out of my dick.
And then Mom squeezed the head of my dick a couple more times and let the pre-cum drip on her fingers. And then with one motion, I felt her fingers glide over my entire shaft. And when they came back up to the head of my dick, Mom squeezed it again. Again, pre-cum was oozing out of my dick. And then Mom lifted my dick up from my stomach and let her fingers glide over the other side of my shaft.
It felt absolutely amazing. I remained still the entire time. I had my head on the side, facing the wall, with my eyes closed. Mom, other than her hand, didn't move at all either. But my breathing was getting heavier and more intense. And then Mom actually grabbed my dick for the first time. She let her fingers glide over the entire length of my shaft. I honestly never felt that hard before.
And then suddenly the bed above us made a noise. The grid, the mattress was mounted on, cracked and squeaked softly, but definitely noticeable. Suddenly Mom's hand froze. Her fingers still surrounded my shaft, but she let them rest on my stomach, without moving them anymore.
I turned my head to look up to the edge of the bed above us. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw that Mom's eyes were open as well. She too was watching the bed above us. For the first time in a long time, we heard noises other then the train going. Dad was definitely moving. But we didn't know if he had woken up or not.
And then there was another squeak and then there was silence again. Mom and I both had our eyes on the edge of the bed above us, but then I felt Mom's hand move again. Very, very slowly her hand moved all the way down my shaft. And then it came back up until it reached the tip of my penis.
Mom's hand moved so slowly, it could have been a slow motion movie scene. She didn't want to make any noise at all. But it was weird... even though Dad was moving in his bed just seconds earlier, Mom was stroking me again. Slowly and carefully, but she was stroking me.
Mom knew that these slow strokes weren't doing anything at all for me, so she tightened her grip around my shaft. She really clenched her fist around my shaft. It hurt a little, but it also felt extremely great at the same time.
Once Mom picked up her pace again, I rolled my head to the side and closed my eyes again. Mom's tightened grip again made pre-cum ooze out of my dick. This time it was a lot more then before and within seconds, Mom's hands were very slippery.
Of course that almost pushed me over the edge. A moist, slippery hand is the most important thing when giving a hand job. And Mom did an amazing job. Of course it's always better to receive a hand job from somebody else, than to stroke your own cock. But usually I know what I like more than the girls who are giving me the hand job. Sometimes they are concentrating too much on the shaft or using the wrong kind of grip, but Mom's hand job felt better than I ever thought it could feel with fingers around my dick.
And she kept moving her hand up and down my shaft. She changed her tempo from time to time. She also changed the intensity of her grip from time to time. I knew I couldn't hold it much longer. My breathing got more intense. I knew I wasn't allowed to make any noise at all, but my breathing was getting pretty loud.
So Mom slowed down. She knew I was close to an orgasm. But she couldn't risk waking Dad up. She started stroking me as slowly as when she thought Dad had woken up. And then she loosened her grip entirely. She placed her index finger on the tip of my dick. By doing that, she pressed my dick against my stomach. Now she started to move her wet index finger over the head of my dick. So her finger glided over what was actually the underside of my penis head, but what was now up in the air.
So now Mom wasn't stroking me anymore, but slid and glided just one finger over the most sensitive part of my penis. My dick was still moist from all the pre-cum, so by implying pressure on the head of my penis with her finger, the shaft of my dick was rubbed against my stomach and slid over my stomach a little bit as well.
It was more than I could take. The tip of my penis was already over sensitive from Mom's hand job and from being so close to an orgasm before, but the constant touch of Mom's finger was almost unbearable. I didn't breathe as heavy as when Mom was stroking me though. So Mom continued that technique.
Her finger glided from the opening of my dick down at my stomach, to the edge of the head. Every now and then her finger opened the hole of my penis up a bit and touched the inside. It hurt a little, but at the same time it was an overwhelmingly good feeling.
And Mum knew I liked it. She sensed that my orgasm was close. So her finger moved over the head of my penis faster now. And she also pressed down harder. I tried to hold still as best as I could, but Mom's finger got faster by every glide. And then I came. I shot my load over the inside of my shirt and over my stomach.
Mom must have felt me cum, but she continued to move her finger over the head of my dick. I shot cum out of my dick four more times. I think it was the most I had ever cum.
The movement of Mom's finger didn't stop from one second to the other. Instead she slowed down more and more until it was so slow that she stopped. And then she took her hand out of my boxers and shirt.
I didn't move at all. I was exhausted. I didn't even move my head. And then I fell asleep.
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When I woke up, both Mom and Dad were gone. I was alone in the small train compartment. I sat up in bed, folded back the sheet and realized my shirt was full of stains. So I got up and quickly undressed. I stuffed my dirty underwear in my backpack and put on fresh clothes. And then I waited for Mom and Dad to return.
It wasn't even 7a.m. at that point. I didn't know what was happening to me. That vacation turned out to be a lot different than I expected. Actually, it turned out to be something I never could have imagined in my wildest dreams. I never even fantasized about my Mom before. So what was all of this?
Half an hour later Mom and Dad came back. The train stopped shortly after. So after we got all of our luggage we took another bus to get to hour hotel. This time it only took us thirty minutes to get to the hotel. The train took us away from the beach and far into the European continent. So after the bus ride we arrived at a pretty small town, which is mostly known as a winter holiday resort. There were mountains all around us. The buildings were built as a mixture of concrete and mostly wood. It was a huge difference from the last destination.
I felt so weird the entire day. I woke up in the train pretty early in the morning, yet I felt rested. Not only did I feel rested, but I felt horny as hell. After our boat trip, I couldn't really look at Mom at all. But this time, I looked at her from time to time to see how she would react. She didn't say anything. She just smiled at me, or sometimes she would blink and wink at me. It was strange.
Other than "good morning" I didn't say much the entire mid morning. Mom and Dad both seemed to like that vacation destination a lot more than the first one. They walked from the bus to the hotel looking in every direction. They were staring at the mountains and the buildings and everything.
The hotel was a pretty small one, but the interior looked quite inviting. The first thing we did was to check in and go to our rooms. I had a separate room this time, which was good news. So Mom and Dad went into their room and I walked straight into my room. My room was right next to my parent's room. It actually had a door connecting the two room directly, but that door was closed and locked the entire time. I needed my privacy, especially after what had happened so far during that vacation. So after I took a shower and changed into fresh clothes again, I walked out on the balcony. It was made completely out of wood. From there I had a pretty good view over the small town, but also the mountains. The air there was very refreshing. I took a deep breath and tried not to think about anything for a split second.
But then I heard a nock on my door. It was Dad. My parents wanted to explore the town and walk around for a bit.
So we walked through the town and looked at the stores and the restaurants and the architecture. And then I saw the sign of a shop that said: "Rafting and Canyoning Tours".
Oh fuck. And then I remembered something. Mom and Dad were still walking in front of me, but I froze.
"Hey guys. I just remembered something."
Mom and Dad stopped and turned around.
"What is it?"
"I booked a canyoning trip for me for tomorrow."
Dad looked confused.
"Yeah, I completely forgot about it, until I saw that sign over there."
I had totally forgotten about that. When Mom and Dad told me about the trip to Europe, they had already booked all the hotels and things like that. So I already knew where we would be at all times. So I did some research over the internet about all the vacation destinations. And that's when I stumbled over this canyoning thing. Apparently they have the best and most exciting canyon and tour in all of Europe. So I booked it. The only problem was: my knee was still okay back then.
"Well you can't do that with your leg."
"Obviously..."
"So just don't go..."
"Well... but I booked a private guide. It's supposed to be the greatest tour you can go on. And I already paid it with my credit card."
Dad looked at Mom and shrugged his shoulders. It was sunday, so we couldn't just go to the guy and cancel.
"Maybe I can go there tomorrow and tell him about your situation and try to cancel," Dad said.
"Yeah, okay."
But then Mom turned to Dad and said: "Honey, why don't you go?"
"What?"
"Why don't you go on that tour. I mean... if it's as great as they say it is... and you always liked to hike. And you can swim, too."
"Hm. Well... I could..."
Great. Now I was really jealous. I remembered the pictures on their website. It looked really great. But I couldn't do it with my leg. There was no chance. There was a lot of climbing involved... walking over big rocks... jumping down into a river... swimming...
"Okay why not. Come on... Let's go get something to eat."
So we went to a nice looking restaurant. The rest of the day was pretty boring. We walked around the town and returned to the hotel in the evening. We all went to bed pretty early, because the night in the train had been pretty stressful.
On the next morning, we got up at nine. We went to have breakfast and then we all drove to the place were we were supposed to meat the tour guide. He was a thirty-five year old blond guy. He and another guy led us to their car. They both got in and Mom, Dad and me climbed in as well and sat down on the back seats.
After twenty minutes going uphill mostly through the woods, the guy stopped the car and everybody got out. Then the blond guy stripped out of his clothes until he was only wearing his underwear and a shirt. And he commanded Dad to do the same. Then the other guy handed both of them a wet suit and a pair of rubber boots. It looked pretty funny to see Dad wear the wet suit.
"Alright, I'm going to tell you anything you need to know and then we get down there,�� the blond guy said and pointed down to a canyon. It looked so narrow that I couldn't imagine that anyone could actually go down there.
Then the second guy got back in the car. So Mom gave Dad a quick peck on the mouth.
"Have fun, honey. See you later..."
So Mom and I got in the car with the second guy and drove away.
"So you two didn't want to climb through our beautiful canyon?"
"I wanted to, but I had a knee surgery not to long ago."
"I see. What about you? You don't wanna hike? Or is it the water that scares you off?"
He turned to Mom.
"I don't mind to get wet. It's the narrow canyon that scares me."
Mom grinned.
After fifteen minutes or so, the guy pointed to a parkings space.
"I'm picking both of them up right here in three hours. If you wanna join me, you have to be at the store at 1:30."
"Alright. Thanks."
"You have to keep yourself busy for three hours..."
He smiled at Mom. Mom was sitting in the front-passenger-seat. She didn't turn around to me the entire ride, but now she wasn't smiling anymore. Her look became serious, like she was trying to think about something... like she was trying to imagine something... like she was trying to figure out what to do.
"Well, it's my son's birthday vacation, so he gets to decide what we're going to do. I'll do whatever he wants on that trip."
Oh boy. What did she just say? That sounded very strange. What did she mean by that? I tried to look into her eyes, but Mom kept her eyes on the road. And then we came back to the rafting and canyoning shop. The guy who drove us said goodbye and then I was alone with Mom in the centre of the town. So what now? I didn't know what to do or where to go now. And for a split second, Mom looked like she didn't know either.
But then she smiled at me and said: "Come on... let's go shopping."
Mom apparently saw a store she liked the day before, so I let her lead the way. But as soon as we started walking Mom slipped her arm through mine. So we walked arm in arm from store to store. And then Mom finally went into a tiny clothing store.
Mom let go of my arm and went straight to a table in the middle of the store. She took a summer dress with lots of flowers on and picked it up from the table.
"I saw that one yesterday... I have to try it," Mom whispered.
We were the only two people in the entire store. Like I said, it was a pretty small store.
"I'm sorry, is there a place were I can try this on?"
The old lady behind the counter looked up from her newspaper and pointed to the back of the store.
"Back there, Ma'am."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. Do you need any help?"
"No. We'll be fine on our own. Thank you."
Mom walked through the small isles and I followed her. I looked left and right and examined the clothes from afar. The store was strictly for women only. So I couldn't even look if they maybe had nice clothes for me.
Thank god there was a tiny cushioned stool right in front of the fitting room. Fitting room might be a bit exaggerated. It was actually just one tiny booth. Anyway... I sat down and Mom disappeared inside the booth and closed the curtain behind her.
I looked over to the counter as I sat down. The old lady continued to read the newspaper. Actually, you could barely see her from back where we were.
I looked around to examine the shirts next to me, but to be honest I was already pretty bored. But that changed when I looked up to the fitting booth... On the one side, the one that was closer to the back of the store, Mom didn't really close the curtain all the way. So I had a clear view of the mirror. It wasn't really a clear view, but I saw an area of about four inches wide.
And that was enough to see a good portion of Mom's backside. When I looked closer I saw that she was bent forward, taking off her shoes. She was facing away from the mirror, therefore there was no way Mom could have known that I watched her. She probably not even knew that the curtain wasn't fully closed.
Again, I looked over to the counter. The old lady didn't care at all what we did back there. She didn't even look up once. So I looked back into the mirror. Mom had already taken off her shirt and was about to take off her pair of jeans as well. I just saw her left leg, so I slid to the right side on my chair. I didn't want to make any noise. And when I looked up again, I saw that Mom already stepped out of her pants.
And then she reached back and opened her bra. The position I was now sitting in allowed me to see her bra clasp. So I saw exactly the centre of Mom's back... And then, to my surprise, Mom pulled her panties down as well.
I looked away for just a split second. It's not like I was ashamed... it was more like I didn't know if it was okay to spy on Mom like that. But I couldn't resist anyway. So I looked up again. Mom was completely naked. She was holding the dress and was about to put it on. So for about four seconds I saw Mom's beautiful round ass.
And then Mom got ready to put the dress on, so I looked away and I even slid away to the left side on my chair, because I knew Mom was about to turn around to look at herself in the mirror. And I didn't want her to know that I watched her.
So when Mom opened the curtain and came out of the changing booth, I tried to look as bored as I could. Mom smiled and showed me the dress. She turned to one side and then to the other.
"So what do you think?"
"Looks good."
"Yeah. I think so. If I were twenty years younger, I would definitely buy it."
"So you're not actually going to buy it?"
"No. I just wanted to try it on."
Mom smiled and went back into the changing booth. The old lady, who looked up for just a split second when Mom came out of the changing booth, was now reading her newspaper again.
Again, I looked around in the store and then I looked back to the changing booth. And like before, the curtain wasn't closed all the way. In fact, it looked like the opening was even wider than before. So I slid to the right side of my chair to get a chance to look into the changing booth again, but this time, Mom wasn't facing away from the mirror. Instead I saw the reflection of Mom's front. So from Mom's toes, I slowly looked up her beautiful legs to her knees and then even further up.
But when I looked all the way up to see if Mom was looking, she was staring right at me. I had no chance to quickly slide away on my chair or even look away. Mom's eyes were directly on mine. So I looked at her. She didn't smile, but she didn't look angry either. She just looked at me. And I just remained completely motionless. I couldn't move and I didn't want to look away.
And then, without taking her eyes off me, Mom grabbed the dress and took it off over her shoulders with one fluid motion. I couldn't believe it. My heart was racing so fast. Mom was now completely naked. She let the dress fall to the floor and it didn't look like she was about to get dressed right away. She stood there and let me look at her naked body.
I was so nervous. And this trip was getting so crazy I couldn't believe it. I looked at Mom's body. She had an amazing figure, given her age. I didn't really see her breasts or her nipples, the opening wasn't wide enough, but I saw her pussy. There was a tiny, trimmed bush, which looked absolutely gorgeous.
And then Mom saw that I was looking at her pussy and she took a step back. I thought she didn't want me to look at her private parts and that she would probably get dressed now, but instead she sat down on a small stool in the corner of the changing booth. Given the fact that she was now further away from the mirror and sitting in the corner of the changing booth, I could still see the centre of Mom's body.
I realized that I was getting hard and my heartbeat got faster from second to second. And then Mom slowly spread her legs wider. She saw that I had my eyes on her pussy, so she slid her hand down between her legs. I couldn't believe it. That was so fucking hot.
I became so turned on and nervous at the same time. I quickly looked over to the counter. I had to check if we would get caught, but the old lady was still reading her newspaper and didn't care about anything else.
So I quickly turned my head back to the changing booth, but when I looked back over there, the curtain was closed all the way.
I didn't know what happened, but thirty seconds later, Mom came out of the changing booth. She was fully dressed in her own clothes and she was carrying the dress.
"Come on. Let's go."
And then Mom took my hand and we walked through the store, she stopped for a moment and put the dress back on the table and then she turned to the old lady behind the counter.
"It didn't really fit. Thank you. Good bye."
The old lady smiled but didn't even respond. So Mom and I left the store. Mom was still holding my hand and made a right turn in front of the store. She was walking with me and I only followed her. I didn't really know where she was headed. I thought she would probably go into another store, but after a minute she said: "I have to get back to the hotel, before we pick up your father."
I didn't say anything. Although I thought it was pretty strange, because the visit to the store took us only thirty minutes, so we had at least another two hours left, before we had to be back at the canyoning shop.
Mom and I didn't talk. We both didn't say anything on the way back to the hotel. And the both of us didn't say anything once we got in the tiny elevator at the hotel. Once we arrived in front of my parent's room, Mom just smiled at me, opened the door and walked in. So there I was, alone in that small hallway. I was still turned on, but furthermore I was still very confused.
So I walked the three steps to my room and got in as well. I sat down on the bed and thought about everything that had already happened during that strange vacation. I thought about having sex with Mom on a boat; I thought about sleeping in the same bed with her; I thought about her hand job; and I thought about her naked body.
All that was too much for me. I got hard again. So, as I sat on the edge of my bed, I opened my pants button and pulled my zipper down. I was alone in my room and I was horny. I had to jerk off.
But as I was sliding my hand in my boxers, a sheet of paper was pushed into the room. Like I said before, there was a door directly connecting my parent's room with mine. The door was usually closed from both sides, but I guess it could be opened to transform the two rooms into one huge suite. The door was still closed, but there was an opening under the door, were the sheet of paper was pushed through.
The door was right in front of the bed, so with my pants still open, I stood up, bent down and picked up the sheet of paper. Then I unfolded the paper and started reading the note, which obviously came from Mom.
"This vacation is really getting out of hand... but I meant what I said in the car... I'll do whatever you want on this trip (as long as your father doesn't find out of course)... but once we're back home, it has to stop."
Oh my god. I didn't know what to do or think. Mom wanted to continue to... have sex with me? Well... it looked that way. She said she wanted to do anything I want.
Oh fuck. I had to get a pen. With my open pair of pants I hopped to the walk-in cupboard. I wanted to look through my backpack. But then I saw a pen on the table next to the window, so I turned around and hopped over there. I put the note on the table and picked up the pen. But I didn't really know what to write... It took me twenty seconds and then I wrote:
"I want to see you naked again. I want to watch you touch yourself."
I put the pen back on the table and realized that my hands were shaking. I looked at Mom's note again and then I looked at the stuff I had written. I wasn't sure if I should really do that, but I was too horny not to do it. So I folded the paper and pushed it through the door and into Mom's room.
A small portion of the paper was still on my side of the room. So I sat back down on the bed and watched it. About five seconds later it disappeared... Mom took it. Mom received my note and was reading it.
I had to wait almost five minutes until I heard the lock being opened on Mom's side of the door. So I stood up and waited. I looked at the door. I thought Mom would open it and come in, but thirty seconds later, the sheet of paper re-appeared under the door.
I jumped forward and picked up the paper. I folded it up and read Mom's second note:
"Open the door... but stay on your side of the door... stay in your room!"
Oh boy. My heartbeat got faster again. I didn't know what to expect. I slowly walked to the door and placed my hand on the doorknob. I opened the lock and then I opened the door.
As soon as the door was open, I saw that Mom was lying on the bed. She was already naked. She didn't look over to me, she had her head rested on the mattress and her eyes were closed. She had her knees bent and up in the air, her feet resting on her heels. Her legs were spread wide and she was already touching herself.
I couldn't believe it. It was too much for my senses. I didn't know where to look. I saw her entire body, along with her breasts, for the first time completely naked. It looked like her nipples were hard.
But I had to look between her legs. Mom's fingers moved up and down on her clit. And then it looked like she applied more pressure to the area and started to twirl her fingers around.
I couldn't take it any longer. My knees already became weak. So I stumbled back and sat back down on the edge of the bed. I could still see everything. I could still see Mom masturbating. She now moved her fingers downwards. She spread her pussy lips a little bit. And then all of a sudden Mom let her middle finger glide into her pussy. She let out a soft moan and shortly after her middle finger slid in and out of her pussy.
I looked up at Mom's tits and then to her face. I wanted to see her facial expressions as she was playing with herself.
And then I couldn't take it any longer. My pants were still open anyway, so I slid my own hand into my boxers, grabbed my hard dick and started pumping it.
Mom on the other hand, moved her finger out of her pussy and continued to massage her clit with three fingers now. After a minute or so, she moved them lower again and this time her middle and index finger disappeared inside her pussy.
I thought I was about to explode. My balls and dick were too constricted. It was too uncomfortable with my boxers and pants on. So I stood up and stepped out off both of them. I also pulled my shirt over my head and sat back down. Now I was completely naked, too.
Mom didn't see me getting naked. She still had her eyes closed. But her moans became more intense and louder as well. She was rocking her hip back and forth. And I was moving my fingers up and down my shaft.
But I couldn't stay there. I was too horny. I had to get into the other room. I wanted to fuck Mom so bad. But she told me to stay in my room. I hesitated. I thought about the note. She told me to stay in my room, but on the other hand, she told me she would do anything I wanted. So I stood up.
At that time, Mom's fingers were on the outside of her pussy, massaging her clit again. As I walked through the door, I saw her body in more and more detail. As I approached the bed, Mom must have heard my footsteps, because she opened her eyes and looked at me. But she didn't say anything. She didn't ask me to go back into my room. She just looked at me and continued to rub her pussy.
So I moved even closer and then I climbed onto the edge of the bed. I was on my hands and knees when I crawled forward and between Mom's legs. And then I touched both of her knees with my hands and spread her legs even wider. Then I moved closer. Mom was still rubbing her clit, when the head of my penis touched her pussy lips. Slowly I moved even closer with my body. And then I pushed my dick forward as well. Instantly I felt that Mom was extremely wet. So I pushed the head of my dick all the way into Mom's pussy.
Mom moaned very loudly. She couldn't make any noise on the boat, but now, we were alone.
Mom's pussy felt amazing. She was so wet and warm, I couldn't take it any longer. Slowly I pushed my entire dick into her. Mom sighed. She still had her fingers on her clit, rubbing it. And then I let my upper body fall forward. I landed on my elbows, but my face was now next to Mom's. With my dick completely inside her, I paused for a split second. And then Mom whispered:
"What took you so long."
Oh my... Mom didn't want me to stay on my side of the door at all. She wanted me to come over. She wanted me to fuck her. So I did. I started to move my dick slowly in and out of Mom's pussy. And then Mom grabbed my ass and rammed her fingernails into my flesh. She wanted me to fuck her faster and harder. So I picked up speed. Mom let her hands glide to the back of my head, let her fingers glide through my hair and wrapped her legs around me. With her heels she pushed my ass down on her, pushing my dick deeper into her pussy.
"Don't stop... don't stop... fuck me harder... I'm so close...," Mom panted.
So I fucked her even harder and as a result Mom's gasped for breath and let out a soft "ah". And then Mom rammed her fingernails into my upper arm and the movement of her hip became slower and slower. And then she lifted her head and kissed me for the first time. She had her lips opened just a little bit and slipped her tongue into my mouth to look for mine. When our lips touched it was an electrifying feeling. So I began to fuck her faster again, but Mom's pussy was extremely sensitive after her orgasm, so I had to be careful. I could only do long and slow and deep pushes, so it took me a while to reach my own orgasm, but once I came, it was overwhelming. I came so hard that I collapsed onto Mom's body.
After my orgasm, we didn't move for a couple of minutes. We just lay there naked and on top of each other. And then Mom said: "Come on honey... I'll have to take a shower and then I'll have to pick up your father."
Then she kissed me again very passionately and then we both got up. As Mom walked into the bathroom, I walked through the door connecting our rooms and closed it. I took a shower too and then I accompanied Mom to the canyoning shop to wait for my father.
We didn't talk much, but we both knew we had to lie to Dad. Mom told him we went shopping the entire time we were alone. And of course Dad told us how great his adventure afternoon was... but all I was thinking was: my day was a lot better... I'm sure of it. And I couldn't wait for the rest of the vacation.
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