A Son and Mother Go on Vacation - Sex Stories

A Son and Mother Go on Vacation

... with disappointment and frustration. She had reached her breaking point, tired of being treated as an afterthought in their encounters.

"We will take care of it after we come back. Our son is in the house," he said, trying to use me as an excuse.

"Even if he wasn't present, you would be the same."

Dad let out a sigh and said, "Let's go out now. I have to leave. and Can we talk later?"

Seeing as they were coming out, I quickly ran towards the living room as nimble as possible.

A couple of minutes later, they both came down, and my eyes were drawn to my mother. She was absolutely stunning in her dress. She wore a green saree with a low-cut blouse. Her cleavage was covered with the saree fabric, leaving just a hint of her delicate collar bone visible. The vibrant colour of the saree complemented her olive skintone perfectly, making her look even more radiant.

As I was watching her, there was a tinge of sensation down my crotch that I couldn't ignore. It was a mix of excitement and embarrassment, as I realized I was growing aroused by my own mother's beauty.

We stepped out of the house and settled into the car. My mom broke the silence, a wistful smile on her face. "While you're off to Australia, you'll have a nice time there." She exchanged a knowing glance with my dad. "And here we are, stuck in this summer heat."

My dad chuckled in response. "Well, at least I won't have to deal with the scorching heat here."

"Dad!" I interjected.

"What?" he ...

... innocently replied. Sensing an opportunity, I turned to him with a hopeful expression and asked, "Can we go on a holiday or something? Both Mom and I. Somewhere cooler."

I shot a pleading look at my mother, silently praying that she'd be on board with the idea.

"Yes, that would be great," she chimed in, glancing at my dad, her tone suggesting that it was more of a formality than a genuine request.

"Honey, can we go?" Her words sounded like a casual suggestion, but my dad, seemingly powerless against her charm, simply nodded in agreement. I couldn't help but think, Damn! Dad is no match for my mom.

"Go where you like, but be sure to take care of your mother," he replied.

I nodded, slyly grinning at my dual interpretation of his words.

"Okay, we should go to the Maldives; I've always wanted to go there. We both can stay there until summer, and if we get bored in the middle, we can go somewhere else," she said.

"Sure, but don't bother me."

"Okay, dad, sure."

My mother ignored his words and started talking to me about how excited she was to travel somewhere cool.

With Mom's idea in mind, the three of us headed to the airport to drop my father off. As they bid their goodbyes, my parents shared a kiss, leaving me feeling a bit awkward.

Dad waved his hands. "Okay," he said, hugging both of us before heading inside.

Mom and I decided to grab a meal before heading home. As we sat back, Mom proposed, "Shall we go to the Maldives tomorrow?"

I nodded. ...