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I thought it best to let mum sleep off the effects of all the alcohol. By now it was about 9 pm, so I took the opportunity to go down to the buffet restaurant for some dinner, and have a look round the hotel. I returned to the bedroom a couple of hours later, got undressed, and slipped in alongside mum's inviting, though almost comatose, body. I put my arms around her in anticipation of indulging some forbidden delights, but it had been along and eventful day, and sleep must have overtaken me. Mum woke up twice in the night in need of a pee, and both times I got her to drink some more water. I thought it might be good for her to chill out for a day or two, but more importantly, I wanted to find out how she would relate to me when she was sober. Would she still treat me as a lover, or as her son?
Mum eventually woke about 10, and eagerly drank another glass of water. She looked rather bleary eyed, but perked up a bit after a shower. She didn't have a headache, so the drinks of water must have done their job. If she found it odd to be walking around naked in front of her son in a double bedroom, she didn't say so. She was certainly rather pensive. I suspect she was starting to piece together recollections of what had occurred yesterday. I thought it best not to say anything about it for the time being. Instead, I said: Come and have a look at the view. She was still naked as I led her out onto the balcony. We had a great view out over the pool area and lawn to the beach and the sparkling sea beyond. It's gorgeous, mum said. So are you, I said, as I put my arms round her.
After a minute or two I asked if she wanted to go for breakfast. Yes, she said, I'm starving. Well, I'm not surprised, I said, you haven't eaten since yesterday lunchtime. I suppose I'd better put some clothes on, she said, as though she'd only just realised she was still naked. Well, it's a pity to cover up your lovely figure, but you're not allowed in the restaurant unless you're decent. Why don't you put on a bikini ready for the beach, but wear a little dress over the top. She rummaged in her holdall, and put on a very skimpy bikini. The slender cups of the top struggled to contain her boobs, which swelled out invitingly on either side. The bikini bottom was cut low on her broad hips, showing off the generous proportions of her belly to perfection, and revealing much more of her behind than it concealed. That doesn't leave much to the imagination, I said, goggle-eyed. Do you think it's too revealing, mum asked, I must have put on a bit of weight since I last wore it. (It's true that mum had put on weight, but she certainly wasn't fat. I would describe her as full-figured, and her round belly perfectly complemented her boobs, which had filled out nicely.) A bikini can never be too revealing, I assured her, adding: and you do have plenty to reveal. She looked at me questioningly and said: Is that meant to be a compliment? Do you think I'm getting too fat for a bikini? Not at all, I replied, I think your curves are very sexy. Mum didn't look convinced, but she left the bikini on, and pulled a short white tube dress on over it. The stretchy material of the dress hugged mum's figure, emphasizing the swell of her bust and the plumpness of her belly even more, and I couldn't resist giving her a good squeeze.
After a leisurely breakfast we made our way to the beach. At the back of the hotel was a large open-air swimming pool with its own snack bar and toilets, surrounded by the usual massed ranks of sunbeds, and beyond that a fringe of lawn and flower beds, all very attractive. You then came to a pedestrian promenade extending all along the bay, and then the beach itself. Our hotel had its own private beach, well provided with sunbeds, plus a bar, and a cabin where you could obtain towels. So we stopped off at the beach bar for a beer, then went off to find two vacant beds and I pushed them together. Mum peeled off her dress, and I stripped off to my trunks. Quite a lot of the women were sunbathing topless, so I mentioned this to mum and suggested she do the same. After a slight hesitation she removed her top, and her boobs gratefully sprung free of their confinement. I'd better put some lotion on you, I said, as mum stretched out on her tummy. I started with her legs, and worked my way up to her back and shoulders, giving her a good massage as I rubbed the lotion in. Ooh, that feels really good, she said.
I left her lying there and went off for a swim, then had a comprehensive stroll round the beach, paying particular attention to all the topless women. It always amazes me the variety of shapes and sizes the female form encompasses; something to suit every taste. After about an hour I told mum it might be a good idea to turn over, so as not to burn. I'll put some more sun cream on you, I said. I now had a really inviting expanse of womanly flesh to work on. I started with her legs, paying particular attention to the top of her thighs, then moved on to her belly and finally her boobs, which I squeezed and kneaded for far longer than was necessary. What do you think you're doing? mum asked. Well, you enjoyed it when I massaged your back, so now I'm massaging your front, I replied innocently. A massage? she queried, is that what you call it, but she made no attempt to stop me.
I let her cook for another hour, and then asked if she wanted some lunch. I not sure, she said, I'm still a bit full from breakfast. We could have a pizza at the pool snack bar, I suggested, we don't want you wasting away. I don't think that's very likely, mum replied, patting her belly, but a pizza would be nice, and I could do with another drink. Mum picked up her bikini top, but I said: I wouldn't bother with that, nobody will give you a second glance on the beach or by the pool. So we made our way over to the hotel pool for a pizza and another beer.
I then suggested we take an amble along the prom to digest our lunch. OK, mum said, but then added: I'd better get my top, I left it on the sunbed. You'll be fine, I said, anything goes here. Mum looked rather unsure, but I took her by the hand, and we set off along the prom. In fact, although there were plenty of women in bikinis parading along the prom, very few were actually topless. Mum's boobs swayed and bobbed, whilst her belly wobbled and bounced to a rhythm of its own. I raced on ahead a bit the better to appreciate the view, and mum was getting plenty of looks, despite all the younger prettier women on show. She did look rather uncomfortable, but I'd given her no option other than to brazen it out. There was a number of other hotels along the prom, all set well back with pools, lawns and gardens like our hotel. There were also a few small bars, and after we had walked for some while, I led mum into a bar furnished with comfortable looking sofas, shaded by pine trees. I ordered beers, mum lay back on a vacant sofa, and I sat alongside her and put my arm round her shoulders.
Did you enjoy the walk, I asked. I'm sure everybody was staring at me, mum said, it felt like everything was wobbling. They were just admiring you, I countered, you looked amazing. I'm not sure about that, she said. Honestly, I said, it gives me a great thrill showing you off, I'm really proud to have such a gorgeous mum. Mum smiled and turned towards me, and I put both arms around her, drawing her close. She allowed herself to relax against me, and as I stroked my hand up and down her back, I could feel any lingering resistance ebbing out of her. We stayed like this for ages, saying nothing, just enjoying the closeness of our bodies. Finally, we got around to finishing our drinks, and I suggested we wander back. We could have a couple more hours in the sun before dinner, I said. We walked slowly, arms round each other's waists, stopping now and then for a hug and a tentative kiss. To anyone watching, we must have looked like any other couple newly in love, but the obvious difference in our ages (I was 20, mum 50), often caused people to look with a little more interest at us. That, and the fact that mum's tits were on show.
We returned to our sunbeds. This time, when I rubbed the sun cream well into mum's boobs, she just lay back with her eyes closed and a blissful smile on her face. I was very tempted to move my hand down to the base of her belly, insinuate my hand inside her bikini and gently tease her sex, but I didn't want to push my luck at this stage. So instead I went for another swim, and made another detailed tour of inspection of all the female flesh on display. After a couple of hours in the sun, mum asked me what the water was like. It's lovely, I said, warm and calm, why don't you come and try it. So I took her by the hand and we waded in. Although mum wasn't a strong swimmer, she did a few strokes, and then we held each other close, luxuriating in the sensation of our wet bodies together. We towelled ourselves dry, mum removed her wet bikini bottom, and squeezed into her white dress. Without her bikini top, the thin material of the dress moulded to the shape of her boobs beautifully, highlighting her prominent nipples.
Let's go for a drink before dinner, I said, and of course mum agreed. We sat on the hotel terrace, and mum chose one of those multi-coloured cocktails. I don't know whether mum had remembered she had nothing else on under the dress, but it only just covered her bottom, and when she sat down, the full extent of her meaty thighs could be seen, and if she parted her legs a little, even more was on view. Of course, there were plenty of younger and prettier women around, but mum looked so deliciously voluptuous in her white dress, I couldn't take my eyes off her. I was itching to give her a surreptitious feel, but it was really quite romantic, watching the sun go down, and I didn't want to spoil the mood.
When we had finished our drinks we went in for dinner. We took our time, the food was good, with plenty of variety, there was wine on tap, and there was a wide choice of afters, including the sort of squishy cakes that mum adores. She finished up with three on her plate, and as she savoured them she said: God, I'm stuffed, I'm going to put on so much weight this week, as she spread her hands over her distended belly. Well, we'll just have to try and burn some of those calories off again, I said. And how are you proposing to do that? Mum asked. Oh, I'm sure we'll think of something, I said carelessly, and mum gave me a strange look.
After dinner we went to see what the evening entertainment was like. On this occasion it was a female singer in a low-cut sparkly dress, accompanied by a man on one of those synthesizers that incorporate a drum machine. By now, mum had drunk a cocktail, three large glasses of wine with the meal, plus 2 beers while we watched the entertainment. The food would have absorbed some of the alcohol, so she wasn't exactly drunk, but I reckoned she had had enough to dull her inhibitions. So when she told me she needed to go to the loo I took a chance and whispered: Why don't you save it up for me? You what! she exclaimed. Well, I couldn't back peddle now, so I said: I'd like you to pee all over me. Mum looked more astonished than disgusted, and after a pause said: You're warped. But if that's what you want you'd better get me another beer, I might as well make a good job of it.
So I did, and she drank it slowly, gradually shifting more in her seat as the pressure in her bladder built up. She was opening and closing her thighs, and her fanny must have been on view to anyone who cared to look. Indeed, I noticed two blokes pointing and nudging each other, and one leaned across to tell more of his mates, so mum had quite an appreciative audience after a while. She got up as she drained the last of the beer, saying: come on then, before I pee on the floor. I didn't need to be told twice, and we made our way up to the bedroom. She actually pulled me into the shower room, as I hastily undressed, and commanded me to lie on the floor. She stood astride me, hoisted her dress up to her waist, and let fly with a powerful jet of pee, directing it towards my rampant cock. It was actually a bit painful against my balls, the force was so great. When she had emptied herself I got to my feet, peeled off her dress, and poured shower gel all over us. We squished our bodies together, the sensation was fantastic. I bent my knees slightly, and then raised my cock into her waiting cunt. Oh God! Mum exclaimed, and started grinding against me. The slippery feel of our bodies pressed together was so arousing, it wasn't long before we both climaxed. I put my mouth against mum's, and she kissed me hungrily. I turned the shower on, and after we had washed and dried mum hauled me to the bed.
You've got me all worked up now, mum said, stick your tongue inside me. Well, it was the least I could do, so I buried my head between her legs and started licking. Mum clamped her ample thighs round my head, saying: Harder, harder! I did as she commanded, and she in turn pushed against me. Stick your fingers in! she yelled next, so I pushed three fingers in and concentrated my tongue's attentions on her clit. Faster, she cried, and I jammed my fingers in and out as fast as I could. Yes, Yes! mum screamed as she thrashed around on the bed, and I had a job to keep contact. Don't stop! she shouted, as her orgasm went on and on, and I feared the bed would collapse. Eventually her movements became less violent, I withdrew my fingers, and gratefully came up for air, but I noticed her legs were still trembling and twitching uncontrollably. I lay alongside her and put an arm round her still heaving chest. God, I needed that, she finally said, and kissed me again. We both drifted off to sleep. Mum got up in the night for a pee, and when she came back to bed we made love again, but this time long and slow.
(to be continued)
Mum eventually woke about 10, and eagerly drank another glass of water. She looked rather bleary eyed, but perked up a bit after a shower. She didn't have a headache, so the drinks of water must have done their job. If she found it odd to be walking around naked in front of her son in a double bedroom, she didn't say so. She was certainly rather pensive. I suspect she was starting to piece together recollections of what had occurred yesterday. I thought it best not to say anything about it for the time being. Instead, I said: Come and have a look at the view. She was still naked as I led her out onto the balcony. We had a great view out over the pool area and lawn to the beach and the sparkling sea beyond. It's gorgeous, mum said. So are you, I said, as I put my arms round her.
After a minute or two I asked if she wanted to go for breakfast. Yes, she said, I'm starving. Well, I'm not surprised, I said, you haven't eaten since yesterday lunchtime. I suppose I'd better put some clothes on, she said, as though she'd only just realised she was still naked. Well, it's a pity to cover up your lovely figure, but you're not allowed in the restaurant unless you're decent. Why don't you put on a bikini ready for the beach, but wear a little dress over the top. She rummaged in her holdall, and put on a very skimpy bikini. The slender cups of the top struggled to contain her boobs, which swelled out invitingly on either side. The bikini bottom was cut low on her broad hips, showing off the generous proportions of her belly to perfection, and revealing much more of her behind than it concealed. That doesn't leave much to the imagination, I said, goggle-eyed. Do you think it's too revealing, mum asked, I must have put on a bit of weight since I last wore it. (It's true that mum had put on weight, but she certainly wasn't fat. I would describe her as full-figured, and her round belly perfectly complemented her boobs, which had filled out nicely.) A bikini can never be too revealing, I assured her, adding: and you do have plenty to reveal. She looked at me questioningly and said: Is that meant to be a compliment? Do you think I'm getting too fat for a bikini? Not at all, I replied, I think your curves are very sexy. Mum didn't look convinced, but she left the bikini on, and pulled a short white tube dress on over it. The stretchy material of the dress hugged mum's figure, emphasizing the swell of her bust and the plumpness of her belly even more, and I couldn't resist giving her a good squeeze.
After a leisurely breakfast we made our way to the beach. At the back of the hotel was a large open-air swimming pool with its own snack bar and toilets, surrounded by the usual massed ranks of sunbeds, and beyond that a fringe of lawn and flower beds, all very attractive. You then came to a pedestrian promenade extending all along the bay, and then the beach itself. Our hotel had its own private beach, well provided with sunbeds, plus a bar, and a cabin where you could obtain towels. So we stopped off at the beach bar for a beer, then went off to find two vacant beds and I pushed them together. Mum peeled off her dress, and I stripped off to my trunks. Quite a lot of the women were sunbathing topless, so I mentioned this to mum and suggested she do the same. After a slight hesitation she removed her top, and her boobs gratefully sprung free of their confinement. I'd better put some lotion on you, I said, as mum stretched out on her tummy. I started with her legs, and worked my way up to her back and shoulders, giving her a good massage as I rubbed the lotion in. Ooh, that feels really good, she said.
I left her lying there and went off for a swim, then had a comprehensive stroll round the beach, paying particular attention to all the topless women. It always amazes me the variety of shapes and sizes the female form encompasses; something to suit every taste. After about an hour I told mum it might be a good idea to turn over, so as not to burn. I'll put some more sun cream on you, I said. I now had a really inviting expanse of womanly flesh to work on. I started with her legs, paying particular attention to the top of her thighs, then moved on to her belly and finally her boobs, which I squeezed and kneaded for far longer than was necessary. What do you think you're doing? mum asked. Well, you enjoyed it when I massaged your back, so now I'm massaging your front, I replied innocently. A massage? she queried, is that what you call it, but she made no attempt to stop me.
I let her cook for another hour, and then asked if she wanted some lunch. I not sure, she said, I'm still a bit full from breakfast. We could have a pizza at the pool snack bar, I suggested, we don't want you wasting away. I don't think that's very likely, mum replied, patting her belly, but a pizza would be nice, and I could do with another drink. Mum picked up her bikini top, but I said: I wouldn't bother with that, nobody will give you a second glance on the beach or by the pool. So we made our way over to the hotel pool for a pizza and another beer.
I then suggested we take an amble along the prom to digest our lunch. OK, mum said, but then added: I'd better get my top, I left it on the sunbed. You'll be fine, I said, anything goes here. Mum looked rather unsure, but I took her by the hand, and we set off along the prom. In fact, although there were plenty of women in bikinis parading along the prom, very few were actually topless. Mum's boobs swayed and bobbed, whilst her belly wobbled and bounced to a rhythm of its own. I raced on ahead a bit the better to appreciate the view, and mum was getting plenty of looks, despite all the younger prettier women on show. She did look rather uncomfortable, but I'd given her no option other than to brazen it out. There was a number of other hotels along the prom, all set well back with pools, lawns and gardens like our hotel. There were also a few small bars, and after we had walked for some while, I led mum into a bar furnished with comfortable looking sofas, shaded by pine trees. I ordered beers, mum lay back on a vacant sofa, and I sat alongside her and put my arm round her shoulders.
Did you enjoy the walk, I asked. I'm sure everybody was staring at me, mum said, it felt like everything was wobbling. They were just admiring you, I countered, you looked amazing. I'm not sure about that, she said. Honestly, I said, it gives me a great thrill showing you off, I'm really proud to have such a gorgeous mum. Mum smiled and turned towards me, and I put both arms around her, drawing her close. She allowed herself to relax against me, and as I stroked my hand up and down her back, I could feel any lingering resistance ebbing out of her. We stayed like this for ages, saying nothing, just enjoying the closeness of our bodies. Finally, we got around to finishing our drinks, and I suggested we wander back. We could have a couple more hours in the sun before dinner, I said. We walked slowly, arms round each other's waists, stopping now and then for a hug and a tentative kiss. To anyone watching, we must have looked like any other couple newly in love, but the obvious difference in our ages (I was 20, mum 50), often caused people to look with a little more interest at us. That, and the fact that mum's tits were on show.
We returned to our sunbeds. This time, when I rubbed the sun cream well into mum's boobs, she just lay back with her eyes closed and a blissful smile on her face. I was very tempted to move my hand down to the base of her belly, insinuate my hand inside her bikini and gently tease her sex, but I didn't want to push my luck at this stage. So instead I went for another swim, and made another detailed tour of inspection of all the female flesh on display. After a couple of hours in the sun, mum asked me what the water was like. It's lovely, I said, warm and calm, why don't you come and try it. So I took her by the hand and we waded in. Although mum wasn't a strong swimmer, she did a few strokes, and then we held each other close, luxuriating in the sensation of our wet bodies together. We towelled ourselves dry, mum removed her wet bikini bottom, and squeezed into her white dress. Without her bikini top, the thin material of the dress moulded to the shape of her boobs beautifully, highlighting her prominent nipples.
Let's go for a drink before dinner, I said, and of course mum agreed. We sat on the hotel terrace, and mum chose one of those multi-coloured cocktails. I don't know whether mum had remembered she had nothing else on under the dress, but it only just covered her bottom, and when she sat down, the full extent of her meaty thighs could be seen, and if she parted her legs a little, even more was on view. Of course, there were plenty of younger and prettier women around, but mum looked so deliciously voluptuous in her white dress, I couldn't take my eyes off her. I was itching to give her a surreptitious feel, but it was really quite romantic, watching the sun go down, and I didn't want to spoil the mood.
When we had finished our drinks we went in for dinner. We took our time, the food was good, with plenty of variety, there was wine on tap, and there was a wide choice of afters, including the sort of squishy cakes that mum adores. She finished up with three on her plate, and as she savoured them she said: God, I'm stuffed, I'm going to put on so much weight this week, as she spread her hands over her distended belly. Well, we'll just have to try and burn some of those calories off again, I said. And how are you proposing to do that? Mum asked. Oh, I'm sure we'll think of something, I said carelessly, and mum gave me a strange look.
After dinner we went to see what the evening entertainment was like. On this occasion it was a female singer in a low-cut sparkly dress, accompanied by a man on one of those synthesizers that incorporate a drum machine. By now, mum had drunk a cocktail, three large glasses of wine with the meal, plus 2 beers while we watched the entertainment. The food would have absorbed some of the alcohol, so she wasn't exactly drunk, but I reckoned she had had enough to dull her inhibitions. So when she told me she needed to go to the loo I took a chance and whispered: Why don't you save it up for me? You what! she exclaimed. Well, I couldn't back peddle now, so I said: I'd like you to pee all over me. Mum looked more astonished than disgusted, and after a pause said: You're warped. But if that's what you want you'd better get me another beer, I might as well make a good job of it.
So I did, and she drank it slowly, gradually shifting more in her seat as the pressure in her bladder built up. She was opening and closing her thighs, and her fanny must have been on view to anyone who cared to look. Indeed, I noticed two blokes pointing and nudging each other, and one leaned across to tell more of his mates, so mum had quite an appreciative audience after a while. She got up as she drained the last of the beer, saying: come on then, before I pee on the floor. I didn't need to be told twice, and we made our way up to the bedroom. She actually pulled me into the shower room, as I hastily undressed, and commanded me to lie on the floor. She stood astride me, hoisted her dress up to her waist, and let fly with a powerful jet of pee, directing it towards my rampant cock. It was actually a bit painful against my balls, the force was so great. When she had emptied herself I got to my feet, peeled off her dress, and poured shower gel all over us. We squished our bodies together, the sensation was fantastic. I bent my knees slightly, and then raised my cock into her waiting cunt. Oh God! Mum exclaimed, and started grinding against me. The slippery feel of our bodies pressed together was so arousing, it wasn't long before we both climaxed. I put my mouth against mum's, and she kissed me hungrily. I turned the shower on, and after we had washed and dried mum hauled me to the bed.
You've got me all worked up now, mum said, stick your tongue inside me. Well, it was the least I could do, so I buried my head between her legs and started licking. Mum clamped her ample thighs round my head, saying: Harder, harder! I did as she commanded, and she in turn pushed against me. Stick your fingers in! she yelled next, so I pushed three fingers in and concentrated my tongue's attentions on her clit. Faster, she cried, and I jammed my fingers in and out as fast as I could. Yes, Yes! mum screamed as she thrashed around on the bed, and I had a job to keep contact. Don't stop! she shouted, as her orgasm went on and on, and I feared the bed would collapse. Eventually her movements became less violent, I withdrew my fingers, and gratefully came up for air, but I noticed her legs were still trembling and twitching uncontrollably. I lay alongside her and put an arm round her still heaving chest. God, I needed that, she finally said, and kissed me again. We both drifted off to sleep. Mum got up in the night for a pee, and when she came back to bed we made love again, but this time long and slow.
(to be continued)
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