Breakaway at sea

Departure at the resort.

Mom and I went to a resort in Turkey. I was a good boy all year, I studied at four and five, for this my parents gave me a complete break at the Black Sea.

We stayed in a double room in a three-star hotel. At the age of 18, it wasn’t very convenient for me to sleep in the same room with my mother, but my father insisted.

As soon as we moved in, we went to the beach. And there... A crowd of people, endless screams of children and garbage underfoot. But the sea! sand! Sun. After swimming to my heart's content, I returned to the shore and sat under the tent-umbrella, because I didn't like sunbathing. I watched my mother sunbathe. She spun in place

exposing her back, stomach, and sides to the sun.

Mom was wearing a blue two-piece swimsuit, and she had the right to wear it. At forty, she had a gorgeous figure.

Thin waist and wide hips, large breasts and butt tightened with minimal participation of a plastic surgeon, full slender legs were suitable for a model of the statue of Venus. Her aristocratic face with a thin nose and sensual lips made him look at his mistress.

When mom decided that the sunbathing was enough, we went to the hotel restaurant for lunch. It was also noisy and crowded, but at least the food was decent. It turned out that because of swimming I had developed a voracious appetite.

Then we went up to our room to digest lunch before an evening swim. I lay down on my bed, my mother sat next to me, leaning her soft butt against my side. I almost suffocated from the abundance of pleasant impressions. It took all my strength not to stare at my mother’s breasts, covered with a white T-shirt, her thick thighs and not to remember those secret dreams about me and my mother that visited me almost every night.

Mom stroked my flat, toned abs and said:

- Son, we need to talk seriously.

I just shook my chin, saying, start. I was afraid to open my mouth: I was staring at my mother so much that I could only squeeze out wheezes.

- You love me, right?

I nodded.

- Do you really, really love it?

Again I nodded like a wooden image.

- And even ready to help me in a very delicate matter?

Nod.

- We have a good family, don’t we? - Mom asked, but she didn’t demand any more confirmation from me. — “Dad and I love each other and you very much, we live together, but... Son, there are always these nasty “buts” in life... People’s lives do not consist of just high spiritual communication, we are essentially very carnal creatures, flat... Between me and dad, that African passion, thanks to which you were born, has long been gone, only tender affection remains, but I’m only forty, son, and I love men very much... They seem to like me too... I saw them staring at beach...

I forced myself to nod with painful difficulty.

- How long will this last? - Mom asked rhetorically. - Five years, maximum... At home I can’t afford any adventures, you understand, and time is running out very quickly, fortunately you don’t understand this yet.

Mom reached out and patted me on the cheek with her palm.

- My good girl, understand!... Maybe this is my last chance to feel in demand and desired, help me, son, not to miss this chance! My father apparently felt something like that, so he put you in charge of me. Son, let me become single again during this vacation, remember my youth...

— You,” I said and waited until my voice returned, “do you want to go... to visit... a man... men?!

— Baby, no,” my mother smiled at me like a little one, “you don’t know what males crazy with lust are capable of. You never know what you might run into. No, if I meet a man who likes me, and he likes me, I will come here with him. I understand this is hard to accept, but all the hotels are full, I can’t get another room. Help me, son,” my mother leaned on me and hugged me, “and I’ll give you money...

I gathered my strength and pushed my mother, she jumped to her feet and looked at me with alarm.

— Mom, no,” I jumped out of bed. I was shaking, literally shaking with chills. To hear such a thing!... From my beloved, adored mother, whom I obeyed unquestioningly all my life and whose every word I believed. - Mom, no!

- What, no? - She asked in a broken voice and lowered her head.

- I don’t need money! I'll just help you! (Mom smiled happily, not believing her luck) You are such a beautiful mother, you will be a wild success! All these louts must worship you and kiss your footprints! I will not interfere with your happiness and every secret will die with me...

Mom impulsively hugged me, but I was in no hurry to answer her.

— That’s just it...” I muttered. - Mom, help me too...

She unclasped her arms and looked at me questioningly.

- If you, if a man... I have never seen a real love... act... Mom, let me see it, please!

She looked at me, her beautiful blue eyes widening.

- Do you want to spy on your mom?

I nodded. Mom thought and was silent.

- Okay son, let’s help each other - two good perverted friends... And how... how are you going to do this? Conspiracy is necessary, I can’t hide you under the bed.

I liked the flow of our crazy conversation. Without saying a word, I walked over to the closet at the foot of the beds and opened one of the panels. Due to the fact that I am not very tall, I could stand upright inside the closet, or sit on the floor there with my legs crossed. Sticking my hand into the dark depths of the closet, I smiled at my mother:

- Observer's place.

Mom nodded approvingly.

She returned from the dance floor around midnight and not alone. Two hours earlier I had already taken my position. I laid out a rug so I could kneel down and drank some nasty cognac to calm my frayed nerves. The cognac burned my stomach and pinned me to the floor.

When I heard the noise of the door being unlocked, I rose to my knees and moved the closet door panel about three centimeters. No fawning and a sufficient review, unless of course the mother drags her new acquaintance into the bath. This did not happen.

Those who came in - a mother in her favorite blouse and miniskirt and a healthy man a head taller than her in a shirt and trousers - did not turn on the light. But the outside lights of the resort paradise already sufficiently illuminated the entire room. Mom brought the man to her bed and began to kiss him passionately. Knowing where I was, she deliberately positioned herself sideways to me for a better view. After sucking his mother’s lips thoroughly, the man pushed away from her.

— Luda, I really want you,” he wheezed and, pressing his hands on my mother’s shoulders, forced her to kneel.

I looked at all this without stopping, almost sticking my eye into the viewing slit. My shorts had long since been pulled down, and I was furiously massaging my dick, trying not to miss a single second of the show and remember them all. After all, my dream is about to come true, and I will see my naked mother under a man.

Meanwhile, mom unbuttoned the man’s pants and, releasing his tusk to freedom, began to suck it greedily, swallowing it whole and passionately licking the head. She slurped and drooled, the man couldn’t stand it for long, I couldn’t stand it either. The man lifted his mother under her arms and threw her onto the bed. For the first call, he didn’t even take off her skirt. He lifted it higher and spread Mom’s legs wide. I almost choked with passion when I saw how the man, leaning on one hand, carefully but firmly tucked his penis into my mother’s pussy with the other. Then he spread his legs slightly, and I could see him moving in and out of her sweet depths. Mom still had her panties on. The man simply moved the strap to the side and fucked my own mother.

Stretching out one leg, mom waved her foot at me like a palm, what a slut! I masturbated, opening my mouth and drooling on my bare stomach, and kept watching how the man’s hairy ass walked between my mother’s white thighs, listening to how her pussy, missing passion, squelched. A few minutes later, mom crossed her legs behind the man’s back and began to push him and speed him up. The man was quite puffed up. I heard my mother whisper: “You can cum in me!” And he almost screamed with pleasure. The man also tensed up, began to pump furiously and soon began to struggle in the convulsions of orgasm. Mom screamed, the man moaned loudly, and I lowered it straight to the floor, losing consciousness from the buzz and from the sight of how greedily my mother was moving her thick ass under the man, taking all his load into herself.

In the morning, my mother almost drove me crazy. I woke up to her running around the room and fussing around in an unhealthy way. Her night guy disappeared before it was light, and I thought: “Well, why is he twitching, he’s not letting me sleep!”

Then he opened his eyes and almost jumped - mom was wearing only a light denim shirt to the waist, and below... she was completely naked. Even without socks. I saw her furry little ass and was stunned. Mom, seeing that I was not sleeping, came close to my bed, so that there was no more than half a meter between her pussy and my face. Mom's gaze was gloomy and worried.

-Have you seen my panties? Yesterday I abandoned it somewhere in the heat of passion, but they will come to clean the room. It’s not good for panties to be lying around anywhere...

All I could do was lick my dry lips with the dry tip of my tongue. Understanding my condition, my mother softened and smiled at me.

- Well, how did you sleep, snorer? I wanted to get up and move you, but I didn’t have the strength... Did you have any happy dreams after yesterday? Did you see everything you wanted?

I licked my lips again.

- Not really?

Mom sat down next to me on the bed. I was lying on my side, and now only a thin blanket separated my erect penis from my mother’s lush and smooth butt.

— What became unclear to my son,” my mother asked carefully.

- That’s when HE put you on your stomach on the bed, and he sat on top. “Did HE… walk in your ass,” these words were hard for me, each with the weight of a brick.

Mom smiled.

- No, no! Letting a complete stranger into your ass - I’m not that frivolous!... Now I’ll show it and everything will become clear to my beloved baby - my mother jumped out of my bed and lay down on her own, as if yesterday, pressing her stomach to the bedspread. She kicked her butt out a little, “come here.”

I stood up and approached my mother from behind so that she would not see my erection, which could not be hidden by any panties. Mom’s white ass rose invitingly above the bed.

— Bend over,” my mother said, and I obediently bent over and began to look at the exciting crack between her buttocks. - Do you see?

- No, I admitted.

-Then take my buttocks with your hands and spread them a little... See?

I obeyed and with my hands shaking with passion I grabbed my mother’s ass. Now I saw my mother’s dark lips and the pinkish-red edge of the entrance to her pussy, and the dark nodule of her anus. Her alarming tart smell almost sent me into an orgasmic knockout.

— Mom,” I asked in a trembling voice, were you good yesterday?

— Very son,” my mother turned her head to me, “you helped me a lot and are still helping me... Why did you ask?

I sat down on the bed, still trying to hide my penis, my mother got up and sat down next to me. We hugged and I whispered in her ear:

- I’m just worried about your pussy! HE was so merciless towards her yesterday, so rude!... Can I kiss her quietly, just to check...

Mom moved away from me and looked into my eyes for a long time. I was afraid of her sentence, all our adventures could end at any second, mom is not to be trifled with!... She sighed.

- Well, okay, you can quietly, if you’re worried about mom, check everything... Just be careful and gentle, like a loving son...

Mom spread her legs, and I went down to the floor. Now there was no need to hide the erection; it was hidden by the edge of the bed. My face turned out to be exactly between my mother’s legs. I raised my hands and grabbed my mother’s thick thighs with white silky skin. I inhaled her wild scent through my nose to the full depth of my lungs. She sighed and, wiggling her butt, moved towards the edge. Now her hair was millimeters from my nose. I immediately pressed my lips to her lips and began to lick them like an inexperienced calf. What sweetness, what tenderness! I worked with my tongue on the clitoris, thrust it deeper into my mother’s sweet and sour warm depths, and then with rotational movements I returned it to move across the lips. I got carried away. He hugged his mother’s thighs with his hands, and he seriously sucked her pussy with his mouth. Mom also became worried, began to fidget with her butt and succumb to her pussy in my mouth.

I fluttered over the clitoris with crazy speed, constantly swallowing the abundant juice oozing from my mother, until she jerked several times, squeezing my hot cheeks with her cool thighs, and fell silent. Then I looked at her timidly. Mom rejoiced!

- Well, have you checked everything, my little licker?

I nodded happily.

- Everything’s okay now, mom. You can go have breakfast!

But I just had to change my panties: for the first time I came with my mother.

This is how we formed a resort tradition: before my mother went to the disco, I “checked” her pussy’s readiness for adventure, and in the morning I “checked” whether she had passed the test.

In a few days she finally loosened her belt. Her nightly orgies became more and more reckless, the men became ruder, their common cries of passion became louder.

I was languishing with lust and jealousy. The warm sea and hot sun left me indifferent, teenagers in swimsuits irritated me. I was a stranger at the holiday. All I could think about was Mommy's sweet pussy. Its smell, its delicate texture... And all this wealth went to the dirty, lustful goats... I languished...

But I had to endure the real test on the seventh night. Mom came, as usual, around midnight with a new “friend.” When I saw him, I just bit my lip. He was barely a year older than me, and maybe even the same age. Tall, lean, with long blond hair. Probably handsome... Mom looked at him with admiration, hovered around him, treated him (which she did not do to others) with fruits and champagne. Their foreplay was unbearably long...

Of course, I jerked off and came... I came, languishing with jealousy and self-hatred... The orgasm clouded my mind, and I wanted to jump out of my cramped, stuffy hiding place and beat this guy in the face until he bled, until he was seriously injured... Opposite desires tore my mind... And why did she get it? him, and not me, by some whim of fate...

The next day I tried to ostracize my mother. No morning wee checks. He ate breakfast in silence, not supporting her conversation or answering her questions. On the beach I chose an empty spot away from her. I even tried to meet some girl my age to make her jealous. Stupid and unfortunate. I was full of anger, who would want to get to know someone like that...

Nevertheless, when evening came, and my mother, dressed and perfumed, headed to the disco, I again began to prepare my refuge. I hated myself for my weakness,

but I was preparing. I understood that watching my mother fucking became my drug, which I did not have the strength to give up.

She came earlier, around eleven. One.

- Come out, don’t be a bitch! “No guests today, it’s a family celebration,” saying all this, my mother began to undress.

I got out of the shelter. Mom stood in front of me completely naked. In the light of the street lamps, her beautiful skin took on that matte silver hue that I adored so much. Her full tits hung slightly under their own weight, her convex tummy trembled slightly in time with her deep breathing, and droplets of moisture gathered at the tips of her pubic hairs, like drops of dew. She was beautiful. Saliva began to accumulate in the corners of my half-open mouth, but I did not have the strength to swallow it.

- What, do you like me? - Mom asked mockingly and easily turned around. Her thick, round butt with the roughness of cellulite almost sent me into an orgasmic knockout.

— Your dad is a narcissistic, rude lout,” said my mother, “like all those whom I brought to this room. The person with whom I am going to connect my last blooming years should have been more generous and purer than them, be ready to sacrifice himself for the sake of my happiness. I had to test you, because I love you so much!

Mom, looking into my eyes, came close to me and took me with her palm right by the rearing member directed to the heavens. Getting out of the closet, it turns out I forgot to put on my shorts and was standing naked from the waist down. Mom tightly wrapped her hand around my penis and moved it a little. I was breathing like a driven horse and staring at my mother, my eyes painfully rolling out of their sockets.

— А ты любишь меня? Хочешь меня? — спросила мама, крепче сжимая мой член.

— Больше жизни, — мой голос был едва ли сильнее дыхания умирающего.

А потом мама поднялась и притиснулась ко мне всем своим теплым мягким тельцем. Я неумело, но страстно принялся целовать ее в губы, и она отвечала мне, наша слюна смешивалась в единый коктейль страсти.

— Возьми меня, любимый, — прошептала мама.

Я немедленно повалил ее на кровать, даже не сдернув с нее покрывала. Мамочка раздвинула свои толстые ляжки и согнула ноги в коленях. Я много раз видел, как другие впихивали в нее свои дрыны, а теперь эта сочная, жирная писька была только моя! Но войти с первого захода не удалось. Мама направила член своей рукой, и я немедленно провалился в тесное и жаркое сосредоточие сладости.

— Еби, еби меня, сынок! Еби, любовь моя! — запричитала мама.

Я принялся накачивать ее писю, подражая предшественникам. Ощущения были восхитительнее всего, что я испытывал когда-либо.

Мама подмахивала мне со всей страстью изголодавшейся по сексу нимфоманки. Я задрал ее ноги вверх и все ускорял и ускорял темп, пытаясь достичь абсолюта удовольствия. Задыхаясь, как в бреду, я все бормотал:

— Мамочка любимая мaмa, мaмoчка любимая мaмa…

— Позови меня по имени! - she screamed. — По имени!..

— Люда, Людочка, я щас кончу тебе в ПИЗДУ! — заорал я и стал немедленно спускать в ее недра, дрыгаясь в конвульсиях оргазма и едва не теряя сознания. Мать ерзала жопой, как ненормальная, выкачивая меня до суха, до донышка. Мы орали так, что потом удивлялись: почему никто полицию не вызвал?

А дальше была ночь любви, когда я трахал мать во всех мыслимых позах и облизывал ее — буквально — от макушки до розовых пяточек. Я сосал ее грудь, как голодный младенец, и давал в рот, как надменный любовник. Ее тело стало моей колыбелью и вместилищем моего семени. Мы были счастливы, как никто в этом мире.

Потом мама рассказала мне, что давно решила меня соблазнить. Отец не мог ее полностью удовлетворять по состоянию здоровья, а спать с другими мужиками она не хотела из брезгливости, считала это предательством по отношению к семье. Она заметила, что нравится мне. Заметила мой «похотливый взгляд на своей заднице» и решила пойти на встречу. Но прежде, чем приобщить меня к сладости любви, она решила познакомить меня с ее горечью. Вот и пришлось целую неделю мне прятаться в шкафу. А я не против — урок на будущее!

Прошло уже шесть лет, но я по-прежнему ее люблю и хочу. Мою маму, мою сладкую давалку!

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