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Chapter 01: The Journey is The Reward

My name is Tom. This summer my Mom (41) and Dad (46) took me to a trip to Europe for my 18th birthday. I wanted to visit Europe for a long time, so my parents knew how much it meant to me. Although I wasn't thrilled that they bought three tickets. I wanted to go alone. Spending the summer with my parents didn't sound all that exciting. But they bought the tickets... and it was still a trip to Europe, so I couldn't say no to that.

Although, the timing of the trip could have been better, because about five weeks before the trip started, I had a minor knee surgery. I twisted and hurt my knee playing basketball. But the surgery went well, my knee was already feeling a lot better. I didn't need my crutches anymore, but I still brought my knee immobilizer, just as a precaution.

We planned on spending a month in Europe, go to different countries and places, do some sightseeing, but we started off with an ordinary summer vacation. Which meant that we spent the first five days in a hotel at the beach.

We didn't really sleep in the main building though. The hotel also had ten small huts. They were made entirely out of wood and were surrounded by trees and palms so that each hut had it's private area. These huts were also located far away from were all the other guests spent their time.

My parent's bed was located right in the living room, but I had my own little room. There was a bathroom in there, so we had anything we needed.

Of course, the beach was overcrowded with people, so we spent the entire first day at the pool. In the evening we walked into town, looked at the stores went to have dinner... we did pretty much the same thing all the other tourists did.

When we were walking back to the hotel, a guy on the street handed me a flyer. There were a lot of these guys trying to promote all kinds of things. But this one guy, told me about a trip to a private beach, which, apparently was the most beautiful beach in the area. He told me, that they would get you there by boat and that you could spend the entire day there on the beach and they would bring you back in the evening. He also told me that they were the only ones who were allowed to get people there, so it's never too crowded there. He handed me the flyer, which had a view of the beach on it. It looked amazing. I had to go there.

So, when we got back to our hut, I told my parents that I wanted to go there the next day.

"Are you sure that's a good idea? Going on a boat..."

"Your Mom is right, I don't think your knee would enjoy that all that much."

I held up my knee immobilizer.

"That's why I brought this thing. Come on. I have to go there."

After discussing the pros and cons for another ten minutes, I persuaded my parents. But of course, they planned on going with me. They didn't want me to go to a secluded island, on a boat, with my slowly recovering knee, all by myself. So I did what I had to do: I accepted the fact that they would come along, as long as I could spend the day at the beautiful beach.

So the next morning, I was wearing my swimming trunks, carrying my knee immobilizer and was ready to go. But when I came into the living room, I found out that my Dad didn't feel so good. He had a really bad stomach ache, apparently from something he ate the night before.

So I thought: "That's my chance!"

"Look, if Dad isn't feeling so good, I'm going alone."

"What? No way, Mister. We can go tomorrow. Or maybe the day after that."

"Look, Mom, we are only here four more days. What if Dad's sick for more than one day, and we can't go at all. I really wanna go today. Nothing is going to happen. I can go by myself."

It didn't look like Mom was about to agree.

"I'm sorry Tom, but I don't want you to go on that boat alone."

Mom had always been overly protective.

But then all of a sudden, Dad got in on the conversation.

"Look, honey, why don't you go with him. He obviously doesn't take no for an answer. Plus, it's HIS birthday trip. We said we wanted to give him a trip to remember..."

"But..."

"I'm fine. I'm just sick. Maybe I need to puke, or go to the bathroom, but other than that, I'm fine. I've got food and water. And I've got my meds. I'll be alright."

"I don't know honey..."

"Don't argue with me, Babe... I want you two to go. Have a great time, okay!?"

Wow. Okay. Now, even I felt bad. Leaving my sick father all by himself to go to the most beautiful beach ever... But Mom just said:

"Okay, honey."

So she got a big beach bag and threw in some clothes, sun cream, a few books and stuff like that. The she took two huge beach towels and put them on top of everything. And then she changed into her bathing suit while I waited in front of the hut. I was putting on my knee immobilizer when Mom came out. She was wearing her dark purple bathing suite and had a pink silky cloth tied around her waist.

"Come on, Mister. This has to be one hell of a beach. This day has to be amazing. After all, we are leaving your sick father behind."

I felt a little bad, but I wanted it that way. I wanted to go there.

So, after a ten minute walk, we got to the dock where the boat was set to take off. And as soon as I saw the boat, I was a bit confused. There were no seats.

We were a little early, so I walked up to the guy who was apparently responsible for the trip.

"Hello. I'm Tom. I'll take two tickets."

"Okay. No problem."

"But... is this the boat we're using?"

"Yes."

"Oh. Okay. Look, I kind of expected the boat to have seats."

I nodded down to my knee and the knee immobilizer.

"So apparently everybody's standing the entire ride... but as you can see... I might have a slight problem with that. Does that mean I can't go?"

"Oh yeah. I saw. What happened?"

"I was playing basketball. Long story."

"Look... it's no problem. We do have two seats in the back. In each corner of the boat. You need to unlock it and take it down. Just choose one."

"Oh that's great. Thank's a lot, man."

"No problem."

He handed me the tickets and I waved Mom over.

"Oh, but make sure you'll be the first one back at the boat this evening."

"Yeah. I will. Thanks."

So when Mom came over, we were the first one's to get on the boat. To get on the boat, from the dock, was the hardest part. But I managed to pull it off.

"There is a seat in the back."

So, Mom and I walked to the back of the boat. Of course the boat rocked back and forth, so Mom took my hand and tried to support me as best as she could.

When we got to the back, I put down the seat and sat down. Mom put the beach bag down next to me. She stood in front of me and grabbed one of the handles which were mounted on the sunshine roof. And then we had to wait...

As time passed, more and more people entered the boat. A large, over-weight guy took the second seat, in the other corner of the boat. Twenty minutes later, fifty or sixty people were already on the boat. It got more and more crowded. So I took my knee immobilizer off. I realized that there would be no room for me to have my legs stretched out.

There were another fifteen or so people on the dock. Mom came closer and closer. She had to. There was no room on the boat anymore. And then finally, the engine started and the last guys got on the boat. Mom was so close to me, that her feet were actually between mine. She was wearing her big sun hat and she was already looking pissed off.

And then the boat started to move and everything got even more tense. I saw that a large, unattractive man with a beer belly hit Mom in the back with his elbow a number of times. Mom bent forward and over me as best as she could, but it was clearly very uncomfortable for her.

"Mom!"

She didn't hear me. The engine was pretty loud. Plus, there was the noise the motor boat made when it hit the waves and there was the sound of the wind. So I tipped her on the outside of her thigh.

Mom looked down on me.

"Sit down. It's too crowded in here."

But she just shook her head. But about five minutes later the unappealing beer drinker had hit her in the side three more times, so I tipped her on her thigh again.

It was my fault she was on this boat. We left Dad at the hotel. And now Mom was clearly pissed off.

"Come on. Sit down. I don't mind... You don't have enough room to stand..."

With my head I nodded to the guy who was hitting her constantly.

"You're right."

So Mom gave in, and sat down on my lap. Of course, naturally, I expected her to sit down on the edge of my right knee, but she couldn't, because of my injury. So she sat down, not on my thighs, but on my lap. She had her left leg between my legs and her right leg on the outside of my right leg.

But now everything seemed easier. The unattractive guy turned around for an instance, to check what was going on behind him. He smiled at us and then turned back around.

Mom looked back at me. She smiled, too.

"Thanks honey."

So now, Mom was sitting on my lap, and we could have a quiet an uneventful trip to the beach. Or so I thought.

Because, as time went by, I felt Mom's weight on me. But I didn't feel it on my thighs, but on my dick. My penis was lying to one side... on my right thigh... and that's exactly where Mom was sitting on. I had a bad feeling.

The guy I bought the tickets from, told me it would take up to forty-five minutes to get to the beach, which meant that it would probably take another half an hour to get there. Oh boy.

I tried to think of something else. But I couldn't. The rocking motions of the boat didn't help. Every second Mom's and my ass was lifted off the seat for a split second. And when the boat hit the wave, both our asses were slammed down back into the seat... Well my ass was slammed down into the seat. Mom's ass was slammed onto me. Onto my dick.

It was a strange feeling. The fabric of my swimming trunks was stroking and fondling my dick, and Mom's ass was massaging it. If it hadn't been Mom sitting on top of me, it would have been an amazing feeling. Strip clubs should build their establishments on motor boats, because the rocking motions of the boat would make any lap dance a hundred times better.

I needed to concentrate on something else. But how could I?

And then I felt it. I felt my dick move. Oh fuck. I was starting to get hard.

Without my intention my leg twitched. It was my way of my brain telling my dick not to get hard. But Mom obviously didn't feel my dick, because she misinterpreted the twitching of my leg.

"Does your knee hurt honey?"

I could barely hear her. It was so loud on the boat.

"A little."

"Do you want me to stand up again?"

Oh boy. What now? I didn't want Mom to sit on my dick the entire ride, but I definitely didn't want Mom to be pissed off.

"No. But could you maybe shift your weight around a little bit?"

Mom didn't say anything. She just nodded and lifted her pelvis slightly and sat back down. For a moment I thought that everything was okay now, but it turned out, now my dick was exactly between Mom's cheeks. Before, she was sitting on it, with her cheek and thigh, but now my dick was placed between her ass cheeks.

And as soon as she sat back down, the rocking motions of the boat were taking effect again. Mom's ass was now sliding up and down on my dick. And every wave ensured that the position of my dick changed a little bit and that Mom's ass would land on it.

Plus, it was weird, the soft, ripped material on the inside of my swimming shorts felt absolutely amazing on my naked skin. By now, my dick was already semi-erect. I tried to see Mom's face. She was looking out of the boat and onto the ocean. She was looking calm and normal, like nothing was happening. Maybe she didn't feel me? Oh boy, I hoped so.

But the longer the ride lasted, the harder my dick got. By now, it was pointing up. And then, the boat hit the next wave and all of a sudden Mom froze. It lasted just a split second. Then she looked up at the guy in front of her and to her side. And then she unclenched and turned her head again. She continued to look to the left... out to the ocean.

I didn't know what to do. Mom must have felt my dick between her legs. But she didn't say anything. She didn't stand up. I was freaking out. My heart was beating so fast. I tried to find a clear thought. But I couldn't. Every two seconds the boat hit another wave and Mom's ass cheeks were massaging my dick again. It was a nice rhythm, too. Which resulted in enormous pleasure. My dick got even harder.

And then something weird happened. The rhythm of the boat pretty much stayed the same... Hitting a new wave every two seconds or so, but then all of a sudden I felt Mom's pelvis press down, when I didn't expect it. It must have been between two waves... What happened?

It felt like Mom didn't want to wait for the next wave. Was that possible? I didn't know. All I knew was, my dick was now hard as a rock. There is no way Mom didn't feel it. My shaft was placed right between her cheeks.

Very thin swimming trunks and Mom's bikini panties were the only things between my hard dick and her pussy. I looked around. Nobody noticed anything. Most of the people on the boat were facing away from us. Pretty much everybody was looking out onto the ocean. I saw some lips move, but I couldn't hear what they were saying. Nobody looked in our direction. Plus, our heads were at the same level as everybody else's groins. Nobody could really see us.

And I don't think anybody would have noticed anything, even if they were looking in our direction. We didn't really move. Our upper bodies remained pretty still during all of this. They only parts of our bodies that moved, were our hips.

I was so ashamed and at the same time, turned on. Mom was basically dry humping me. I didn't know if she really pushed down, but it didn't matter. It felt absolutely amazing, having my dick massaged by her ass cheeks. She was sliding up and down. And with every wave, her pelvis was pushed onto my hard dick. And since it was detained by my swimming shorts, it slid between Mom's legs, poking her. Mom must have felt my dick between her cheeks, on her pussy and between her legs. She didn't say anything. She just looked out of the boat.

The pleasure was overwhelming. I thought I might cum soon. I tried not to gasp. I didn't want to make any noise. Mom's ass was sliding down my shaft and I thought I couldn't hold back any longer. But then all of a sudden, the boat slowed down. I looked up, and saw the beach approach.

I was so fucking relieved. But now I had a new problem. I had a raging hard on. How could I possibly get off the boat? I had no idea. I panicked.

And then the boat had reached its place at the dock and stopped. I saw that some people were already moving, getting off the boat. I had to think. But then all of a sudden Mom, without standing up, or turning around, said:

"Could you take the beach towels, honey. The bag is too heavy for me."

I mumbled something which sounded like: "Yeah."

And then more and more people got off the boat and Mom finally stood up. Slowly. She didn't turn around. And while she stood up, I took the beach towels and placed them on my lap to hide my erection.

I put on my knee immobilizer and somehow, while waiting for everybody to get off the boat, my dick got limp again. As soon as everybody got off the boat, Mom took my elbow and helped me to get off the boat as well. It was a strange feeling to feel her fingers on me, after what just happened.

Mom didn't say anything. We just quietly followed all the other people. And then we saw the beach. It looked amazing. The water was bluish-green and the sand was almost white. It looked beautiful. Mom and I walked on the beach for a while, to find a nice spot for us and then we put our beach towels down on the sand and lay down.

We didn't do much, the entire day. We just enjoyed the sun and the view. Mom spent most of her day reading a book, while I was listening to music on my ipod. From time to time we cooled off in the ocean. The water was absolutely perfect. But I couldn't really relax. I thought about the ride on the boat. I knew it was sick to get a hard on with your mother on your lap. But it felt too good to be true. My dick didn't care who it was giving him the lap dance. But I did. Mom must think that I'm sick. I was so embarrassed. And what was even worse: we had to get back on the boat again. Oh god, I hoped that Mom wouldn't sit on my lap again. I couldn't think about anything else the entire day.

Plus, I was so close to an orgasm that morning, that I was extremely horny the entire day. I needed another dip in the ocean to cool off.

At some point Mom got us sandwiches from the beach bar, that was located right there at the edge of the beach.

"Here you go honey."

"Thanks."

"You were right... It is really beautiful here."

"Too bad Dad couldn't come. I hope he's alright."

Mom didn't respond. All she said was:

"Just enjoy your day. It's your birthday surprise. We wanna make you happy."

She didn't really look at me. And I couldn't look at her either. So we just lay on the beach next to each other the entire afternoon. On the evening Mom went into a changing booth. She came out wearing a white tank top and a pair of pink, wide hot pants. After that, we went to the beach bar to have dinner. After we finished, we headed back to the dock. The guy told me we had to be the first ones there, so we got there early.

Again, Mom helped me to get on the boat and to the seat I had in the morning. I sat down and took off my knee immobilizer. Mom placed the beach bag next to me and remained standing. She didn't sit down.

I was relieved. Or was I? The entire day I hoped that Mom wouldn't sit on my lap again. But now... as I was sitting there again, horny as I was, I was wishing she would sit down on my lap again. But she didn't.

By the time we got to the boat, it was already getting dark. And while we were waiting for everybody to get on board, it got darker and darker. Everybody seemed to be really tired from their day in the sun, because I saw nobody talking or anything. Everybody moved very slowly.

But about twenty minutes later, everybody was back on the boat. This time, Mom was standing next to two other women. The unattractive guy with the beer belly was nowhere to be seen. So I guess this time nobody would hit Mom in the back. I realized that Mom wasn't going to sit down this time.

When the engine started, the noise seemed even louder than this morning. And then the boat slowly started to move away from the dock. As before, everybody was facing to the inside of the boat, with their heads turned, looking out onto the ocean.

And then slowly, the dock disappeared and with it, the light of the bulb, which was mounted on the dock. And soon we were surrounded by darkness. We did see the dark waves and the lights coming from the shore, but on the inside of the boat, it was pretty dark.

Like everybody else, I was pretty tired. I thought about closing my eyes, but then I saw that Mom was moving.

"I have to sit down again, okay?"

I didn't know what to say.

"Yeah, sure."

I quickly rolled up the legs of my bathing shorts. I thought, if there was more material between Mom and me, I wouldn't feel all that much. And then I leaned back.

Mom slightly turned and then sat down on my lap. Nobody around us cared. And then Mom took off her huge sun hat, it was dark, so she didn't need it anymore, and put it down on her lap.

And then, the boat picked up speed.

That morning, almost fifteen minutes passed until Mom sat down on my lap. This time, it didn't even take two minutes. So we pretty much had the entire ride ahead of us.

And this time, it was even harder to think about anything else. It was so dark, that I couldn't watch the other people. There was only one thing I could concentrate on: Mom's ass on my lap. And what can I say... I was horny all day... it was completely dark out... and I had all day to think about what happened that morning... so within three minutes, my dick got hard.

The rhythm of the boat hitting the waves started, and with it, the bump and grind. Mom's ass cheeks were doing a great job massaging my dick. I knew Mom felt it already. But she didn't say anything.

And then there was another problem: with every time Mom and my pelvis left the seat and gravity pulled us back down, Mom's ass slid the legs of my trunks higher up. And then, another push later, I realized that my dick was freed from the inner part of my swimming trunks and was now about to poke out.

And then it happened. The tip of my penis made contact with Mom's leg. No material was between the two.

I felt Mom freeze. But she couldn't. There was nothing we could do. The boat rocked us back and forth. So with the next wave, my dick poked out of my trunks even more, sliding along Mom's thigh.

It felt electrifying. I felt pre-cum ooze out of my dick. And with the next wave, I felt that Mom's thigh was moist from my pre-cum. Which made it much easier for my hard dick to slide up and down Mom's leg. Not only did it make it easier, but it made it even more pleasurable as well.

Of course Mom felt it. All of a sudden she had a moist thigh. But still, she didn't say anything. She kept still. Actually... she didn't keep still. So far, the waves were responsible for all the movements. They pulled us up and slammed Mom down on my dick. But then I saw Mom adjusting the sun hat a little bit. She slid it a little more to the side where all the other passengers were. And then I felt her hips move. Not up and down, but she moved forward and then backwards. Which had the effect that my dick wasn't slammed into her thigh, but it slid back and forth between her legs.

And by doing that, the legs of my bathing shorts were pulled up even further. Five or six waves later, my bathing shorts was pulled all the way up to my groin. By that time, even my balls sprung free. I was now basically naked. My dick was sliding between Mom's legs and now, with my bathing shorts all the way up, it made contact with Mom's hot pants as well.

But they weren't tight hot pants. They were cotton hot pants which left a lot of room. Soon the short legs of the hot pants were sliding up and down as well.

And then it happened. When Mom moved her hip back and then forward again, my hard dick moved into one of the legs of the hot pants and got trapped there.

Now something felt really different. My dick had made contact with something besides Mom's leg. The shaft of my dick was sliding along Mom's pussy lips. And all of a sudden it got really moist.

Oh my god. Mom is wet. She's turned on. A lot.

She continued to move her hip back and forth, with my dick now rubbing against her pussy.

And then I saw Mom look to her left and her right. And after a second she leaned back. Her back was now touching my upper body. I froze. But then Mom tilted her head back a little bit and whispered:

"Hold the hat for a second."

I didn't know what she had in mind, but I did what she told me. I grabbed the sides of the sun hat and waited.

And then Mom lifted her pelvis slightly. And with one hand, her left, the one that was at the side of the ocean, away from all the other passengers, she reached under the sun hat. I didn't really know what she did, but I felt it a second later.

Because when her hand came back up, and she was slowly sitting back down, I felt her hot pants down on my mid-thigh. Mom must have pulled them down.

So now, after some adjusting, my dick slid right between Mom's ass cheeks. My entire dick made contact with her skin. And then Mom continued to slide back and forth on me. Soon my dick was wet all over. And it transferred the fluid between Mom's cheeks as well. So with every new wave, my dick buried himself more and more between Mom's ass cheeks.

The feeling was incredible. My entire dick was now being massaged by Mom's cheeks. And when she moved backwards, I felt her pussy lips.

It was so hot. I didn't know why Mom participated. But she did. And she did more than that. Because now with every new wave, she lifted her pelvis up a little bit. Resulting in the fact that my penis didn't stay down, but wanted to push up.

And then there was no wave coming when Mom lifted her pelvis again. This time a little higher. My dick was so hard, it was now pointing to the sky. And then Mom slowly lowered her pelvis. And then I felt my dick enter my Mom's pussy.

Oh god. I was about to explode. All of a sudden my dick was surrounded by this warm and wet pussy. And it belonged to my mother. Oh my god, how did I get here?

Mom left me no time to think. She was pushing down on me, even when the boat wasn't hitting a wave. And then suddenly she reached back with her left arm and rammed her nails into the side of my stomach. I felt juices flooding my dick.

Damn. Mom just came. She scratched me, so she wouldn't scream. It was so hot. I couldn't hold it any longer myself. And then I came inside Mom's pussy. I came and came, shot my load inside her, I thought I was passing out.

I don't know how exactly, but somehow, we managed to get off the boat, without anybody seeing or noticing anything. We didn't talk on our way back to the hotel. But boy, what a start to my birthday vacation.

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