A Son and Mother Go on Vacation - Sex Stories

A Son and Mother Go on Vacation

... ass cheeks to my heart's content, ensuring that I maintained a steady rhythm.

Then she said, "Son, its- its enough." Her breathing was haggard and uneven.

I stopped with my massage as she got up and said, "I will take a bath now. Its good after a massage."

I stood there to watch her leave her room and close the door. I looked down to see my bulge in the shorts. I was so engrossed in the massage that I forgot it was hard.

Shaking my head, I went into my room and entered the bathroom. I beat my meat, thinking of her oiled cheeks, and soon reached the peak of pleasure.

I got out of the bathroom and fell on the bed, my mind reeling with the sensation of skin on my hands. As I lay on the bed, my mind filled with the lingering sensation of her soft skin against my hands. I couldn't help but reflect on the incredible relaxation and pleasure that a massage can bring.

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As I lay in bed, drifting into sleep, the day's events replayed in my mind. The warmth of her skin, the uncertainty in my interactions with Mom. Eventually, fatigue overcame me, and I succumbed to slumber.

Nightfall enveloped my surroundings, and when I awoke, the room was shrouded in darkness. A sudden sense of unease gripped me as I called out for Mom. ...

... The silence that followed intensified my concern. I searched the rooms, my steps echoing in the quiet space, but she was nowhere to be found.

Worry etched across my face, I hurried outside, my eyes scanning the beach, hoping to catch a glimpse of her familiar figure. The moon cast an ethereal glow on the sand, but Mom was not there. Frustration and anxiety intertwined within me as I made my way to the restaurant, my mind racing with thoughts of where she could be.

Upon entering, I spotted her sitting at a table with a man, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of candlelight. My heart sank, and a surge of conflicting emotions swept over me. A gnawing feeling of abandonment mingled with frustration, and I couldn't shake the sense of betrayal that clouded my thoughts. As I observed them, Mom's laughter reached my ears, and she appeared entirely engrossed in the conversation. The man, a stranger, now shared a camaraderie with her that left me feeling like an outsider in my own world.

A tangle of emotions--confusion, hurt, and a twinge of anger--overwhelmed me. I stood there, grappling with the reality unfolding before me, as my mother, seemingly captivated, shared smiles and laughter with a man whose intentions remained unclear.