A Son and Mother Go on Vacation - Sex Stories

A Son and Mother Go on Vacation

... the evening."

"Okay, I'll go and say 'hi' to him," I responded

I went upstairs to meet him, and he was on the phone when he saw me. He just waved his hand. I smiled, not bothered by his usual self. I know he's busy, so busy that he doesn't have time for his son. It is what it is. He gestured for me to sit, as he finished his call. While I was waiting, Mom joined us.

After she came and saw us, she sighed and called my dad's name in a stern voice. Then he cut off his call and joined us.

While we were talking, my mother said, "Khanna, why don't you go freshen up? We will go and drop your father off at the airport together."

Nodding my head, I got up, then she stopped me. She said, "Your room has been under maintenance; we didn't know you were coming, so it's still a mess there. Why don't you go to the master bedroom and freshen up there?"

"Okay," I said.

I walked towards their bedroom. The room was a blend of elegance and comfort, with soft lighting and a cosy atmosphere. As I entered, I noticed the neatly made bed and the soothing scent of lavender.

The bathroom was opulent with marble counter tops, a large bathtub, and a spacious shower, luxurious amenities and plush towels.

Looking at the spacious tub, I was reminded of my mother and her naked body lying in there. What a sight it would be! My eyes were then drawn to the wooden bucket with clothes in it. Instantly, my mind thought of only one thing: her panties. I found her panties,. I brought the ...

... used panties to my nose, sniffing them. My hand moved downwards, unzipped my pants, took my half-hard penis into my hand, stroking it.

Then I put the panties on my hard cock, feeling the fabric on my shaft, and moved it up and down, thinking of my mother. The images of the robe-adorned figure and those soft breasts came to me. Within no time, I ejaculated my load on the floor. I was careful enough not to spray her in her panties.

The desire to get in between her thighs had increased even more, and now that my father was leaving, I can try as much as I want.

After finishing my shower, I came out of the bathroom to see that neither of them were in the living room or upstairs. As I was looking, I heard noises from my dad's office.

The door to the room was slightly ajar, and what I saw made me both angry and jealous.

My father was having sex with her. They had their clothes on, my mother, her robe rolled up, and my father was behind her, moving slowly and pushing in and out, and he groaned loudly.

"Arrgg! You finished again, and that was inside. Seriously, can't you last a little longer? I am getting so tired of this. You come as you please, finish your business, and leave me feeling unsatisfied. It's not fair that you prioritise your own pleasure over my needs. I deserve better than this."

"Woman, your son can hear you." He said.

My mother glared at him and said, "Didn't you think of him when you brought me here?" My mother's words hung in the air, heavy ...