Breaking away at sea

A Resort Break.

My mom and I went to a resort in Turkey. I had been a good boy all year, getting mostly fours and fives in school, so my parents treated me to a full-on break on the Black Sea.

We settled into a double room in a three-star hotel. At 18, I wasn't very comfortable sharing a room with my mom, but my dad insisted.

As soon as we checked in, we headed to the beach. And there... A crowd of people, endless children's screams, and trash underfoot. But the sea! The sand! The sun. After swimming to my heart's content, I returned to the shore and sat under a sunshade because I didn't like sunbathing. I watched my mom tanning. She was turning around

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

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

A slim waist and wide hips, her large breasts and butt were toned with minimal help from plastic surgery, her full, shapely legs were fit for a statue of Venus. Her aristocratic face with a delicate nose and sensual lips made people stare at her.

When mom decided she'd had enough sun, 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 swimming had given me a ravenous appetite.

Then we went up to the room to digest lunch before the evening swim. I lay down on my bed, mom sat next to me, leaning her soft butt against my side. I almost suffocated from the abundance of pleasant sensations. All my energy went into not staring at mom's chest, outlined by her white t-shirt, her thick thighs, and not remembering those secret dreams about me and mom that visited me almost every night.

Mom stroked my flat, toned abs and said:

 — Son, we need to have a serious talk.

I just nodded with my chin, like, go ahead. I was afraid to open my mouth: I was so engrossed in looking at mom that I could only manage a croak.

 — You love me, right?

I nodded.

 — Love me very, very much?

Again, I nodded like a wooden idol.

 — And you're even ready to help me with a very delicate matter?

Nod.

 — We have a good family, right? — mom asked, but didn't wait for further confirmation from me. — Your dad and I love each other and you very much, we live in harmony, but... Son, life always has these nasty 'buts'... People's lives aren't just about lofty spiritual communication; we are, in essence, very carnal beings, physical... Between your dad and me, that African passion that brought you into the world has long been gone, only a tender affection remains, but I'm only forty, son, and I really love men... They seem to like me too... You saw how they stared at the beach...

I forced myself to nod with painful effort.

 — How long can this go on? — mom asked rhetorically. — Five years, tops... At home, I can't allow myself any adventures, you understand, and time is running out very fast, fortunately, you don't understand that yet.

Mom reached out and patted my cheek with her palm.

 — My smart boy, understand!... This might be my last chance to feel desired and wanted, help me, son, don't let this chance slip away! Your father probably sensed something, that's why he assigned you to keep an eye on me. Son, let me be single again for the duration of this vacation, to relive my youth...

 — You, — I said, and waited for my voice to return, — you want to go... visit... a man... men?!.

 — Baby, no, — mom smiled at me as if I were little, — you don't know what males driven wild by lust are capable of. Who knows what you might run into. No, if I meet a man I like, and he likes me, I'll bring him here. I understand it's hard to accept, but all the hotels are packed, I can't get another room. Help me, son, — mom leaned on me and hugged me, — and I'll give you money...

I gathered my strength and pushed mom away, she jumped to her feet and looked at me anxiously.

 — Mom, no, — I jumped off the bed. I was shaking, literally trembling with chills. To hear such a thing!... From my beloved, adored mom, whom I had obeyed unquestioningly all my life and believed every word of. — Mom, no!

 — What, no? — she asked in a choked voice and lowered her head.

 — I don't need money! I'll just help you! (Mom smiled happily, not believing her luck) You're such a beautiful mom, you'll be a huge success! All those brutes should worship you and kiss your footprints! I won't stand in the way of your happiness and any secret will die with me...

Mom impulsively hugged me, but I wasn't in a hurry to hug her back.

 — It's just... — I muttered. — Mom, help me too...

She unlocked the embrace and looked at me questioningly.

 — If you, if a man... I've never seen a real love... act... Mom, let me watch, please!

She looked at me, her beautiful blue eyes wide.

 — You want to spy on your mom?

I nodded. Mom thought, remained silent.

 — Okay, son, we'll help each other — two good perverted friends... And how... how are you planning to do it? We need secrecy, I can't hide you under the bed.

I liked the direction of our crazy conversation. Without a word, I went to the wall closet located at the foot of the beds and opened one of the panels. Because I'm not very tall, I could stand inside the closet at full height, or sit on the floor with my legs tucked. Sticking my hand into the dark depths of the closet, I smiled at mom:

 — Observer's spot.

Mom nodded approvingly.

She returned from the dance floor around midnight, and not alone. I had already taken my position two hours earlier. I laid down a mat so I could kneel, and drank a shot of brandy to calm my frayed nerves. The brandy burned my stomach and pressed me to the floor.

When I heard the noise of the door being unlocked, I rose to my knees and slid the closet door panel open about three centimeters. No risk of being spotted and a sufficient view, unless of course mom dragged her new acquaintance into the bathroom. That didn't happen.

Those who entered — mom in her favorite blouse and miniskirt and a big guy a head taller than her in a shirt and trousers — didn't turn on the light. But the lights from the resort paradise outside the window were enough to illuminate the entire room. Mom led the guy to her bed and started kissing him passionately. Knowing where I was, she deliberately positioned herself sideways to me for a better view. After thoroughly sucking on mom's lips, the guy pushed away from her.

 — Lyuda, I really want you, — he rasped and, pressing his hands on mom's shoulders, made her kneel.

I watched all this without looking away, almost pressing my eye against the viewing slit. My shorts had been down for a while, and I was furiously massaging my cock, trying not to miss a single second of the show and remember it all. Because my dream was about to come true, and I would see my naked mom under a guy.

Meanwhile, mom unbuttoned the guy's pants and, releasing his tusk into the wild, began greedily sucking it, swallowing it whole and passionately licking the head. She slurped and drooled; the guy couldn't take it for long, and neither could I. The man lifted mom by her armpits and threw her onto the bed. For the first round, he didn't even take off her skirt. He pulled it up high and spread mom's legs wide. I almost choked with passion when I saw the man, leaning on one hand, use the other to carefully but firmly guide his cock into mom's pussy. Then he spread his legs slightly, and I could see him going in and out of her sweet depths. Her panties were still on mom. The guy just moved the strap aside and fucked my own mom like that.

Stretching out one leg, mom waved her foot at me like a hand, the little slut! I was jerking off, mouth open, drooling on my bare stomach, and kept watching the guy's hairy ass moving between mom's white thighs, listening to her pussy, which had missed passion, squelch. After a few minutes, mom crossed her legs behind the guy's back and began pushing him, speeding him up. The guy panted with pleasure. I heard mom's whisper: "You can cum in me!" And I almost screamed with pleasure. The guy also tensed up, started pumping furiously, and soon convulsed in orgasm. Mom was screaming, the guy was moaning loudly, and I was cumming right onto the floor, losing consciousness from the high and from the sight of mom greedily moving her thick ass under the guy, taking his entire load inside her.

In the morning, mom almost drove me crazy. I woke up because she was running around the room and fussing in an unhealthy way. Her nighttime guy had slipped away before dawn, and I thought: "Well, what's she twitching about, not letting me sleep!"

Then I opened my eyes and almost jumped — mom was wearing only a light denim shirt down to her waist, and below... she was completely naked. Even without socks. I saw her little bush, her butt, and was stunned. Mom, seeing I was awake, came right up to my bed, so that there was less than half a meter between her pussy and my face. Mom's look was gloomy and concerned.

 — You haven't seen my panties, have you? I threw them somewhere in the heat of passion yesterday, and the maids 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, mom softened and smiled at me.

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

I licked my lips again.

 — Not quite?

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

 — What didn't my little son understand, — mom asked caringly.

 — When HE put you on your stomach on the bed, and positioned himself on top. Was HE... going into your butt, — these words were hard for me, each one weighed a ton.

Mom smiled.

 — No, what are you talking about! Letting a complete stranger into my butt — I'm not that frivolous!... I'll show you now and everything will become clear to my beloved baby, — mom jumped off my bed and lay down on hers, pressing her stomach against the blanket as she did yesterday. She stuck her butt out a little, — come here.

I got up and approached mom from behind so she wouldn't see my erection, which no shorts could hide. Mom's white butt was invitingly raised above the bed.

 — Bend over, — mom said, and I, obediently bending over, began to look at the exciting slit between her buttocks. — see?

 — No, I admitted.

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

I obeyed and with hands trembling with passion, took hold of mom's butt. Now I saw mom's dark lips and the pinkish-red edge of the entrance to her pussy, and the dark little knot of her anus. Her anxious, pungent smell almost sent me into an orgasmic knockout.

 — Mom, — I asked in a trembling voice, did you feel good yesterday?

 — Very much, son, — mom turned her head to me, — you helped me a lot and you're still helping... Why did you ask?

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

 — I'm just worried about your pussy! HE was so merciless to it yesterday, so rough!... Can I kiss it quietly, just to check...

Mom moved away from me and looked into my eyes for a long time. I was afraid of her verdict; all our adventures could end at any second, you don't mess with mom!... 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 got down on the floor. Now I didn't have to hide my erection; it was hidden by the edge of the bed. My face ended up right between mom's legs. I raised my hands and took hold of mom's thick thighs with their white, silky skin. Inhaled her wild scent deeply into my lungs. She sighed and, wiggling her butt, moved to the edge. Now her little bush was millimeters from my nose. I immediately pressed my lips against her lips and began licking them like an inexperienced calf. What sweetness, what tenderness! I worked my tongue over her clit, pushed it deeper into mom's sweet-and-sour, warm depths, and then with circular motions brought it back to moving over her lips. I got carried away. I hugged mom's thighs tighter with my hands, and seriously latched my mouth onto her pussy. Mom also got excited, started wiggling her butt and pushing her pussy towards my mouth.

I fluttered over her clit with insane speed, constantly swallowing the abundant juice seeping from mom, until she jerked several times, squeezing my hot cheeks with her cool thighs, and went still. Then I looked at her timidly. Mom was ecstatic!

 — Well, checked everything, my little licker?

I nodded joyfully.

 — Now everything's fine, mom. We can go have breakfast!

Except I needed to change my underwear: I had cum for the first time together with mom.

So we formed a resort tradition: before mom went to the disco, I would "check" the readiness of her pussy for adventures, and in the morning I would "check" if it had endured the test.

Over a few days, she completely let loose. Her nightly orgies became more and more wild, the guys — rougher, their shared cries of passion louder.__P