A Son and Mother Go on Vacation - Sex Stories

A Son and Mother Go on Vacation

... gasp, I just put my hand over my stomach and drowned in the sensation, soon falling asleep.

I didn't know when I fell asleep; when I got up, my mother wasn't there beside me.

Then she walked into the room, all dressed up. I sat on the bed, taking in the glory of looking at her.

She was dressed in skin tight black jeans, and a blouse with a little cleavage tease. Her bosom looked like it was about to fall out of her blouse.

I cursed at my luck; all I could do was just stare at her. The desire to fuck her was growing inside me.

"Good morning; get up and get ready. We have to leave."

"Okay, Mom. You look really good today in this dress."

"Thank you!" She replied. "I've started dressing more like this since you've been away; it looks more like the fashion here."

I headed into the bathroom and got ready before coming downstairs.

Mom had prepared a tiffin, and we both enjoyed a quick meal before heading to the airport to catch our flight to Maldives.

Upon arrival, I couldn't help but notice everyone dressed in very sexy. Mom and I decided to explore a shopping mall, picking up suitable clothes before heading to our resort house.

After settling into our room, I lay down for a moment and rested. The journey was tiring, and by the time we got up, we realised it was already 4 in the evening. As we explored the house, we discovered a beautiful swimming pool.

Mom suggested, "Khanna, let's go out and see the beach."

While we were on our way, Mom ...

... said, looking at the shakes, "Let's try those milkshakes."

"Okay, mom."

She said, sipping, "How is it? It's very good."

"Yes, mom, it's very good," I said, looking at her breasts.

She smiled mischievously.

After we finished our drinks, we walked toward the beach.

Mom looked at the beach with immense joy.

We strolled around the beach for a while until I noticed people playing in the water wearing bikinis. Curious, I asked Mom if we could join them.

"Sure, we can. Let's stop by the house and get changed. And you shouldn't say I wore a bikini, your father would fume if he found out."

"I promise I won't tell him." I was waiting, to see her in a bikini. As we made our way back to the house, I couldn't help but feel excited about the prospect of her wearing a bikini for the first time. I wondered how it would feel to be among those confident beach goers, enjoying the sun and water.

As we reached the house, she went into her room, and I went into mine to get ready.

Wearing the shorts and shirt which I brought earlier, I left my room and waited for my mom.

After a while, she opened the door and came out of the room, looking at her body and checking herself.

My jaw dropped to the floor. Her bosom was held by a flounced top piece, and the skirted bottom barely covered her. I couldn't help but blush. Her big breasts, her plump ass on her back, and her plush stomach made her look incredibly sexy. I could feel my heart racing as I tried to compose ...