We had arrived in Amsterdam to attend my Aunt's wedding. She was going to marry a Dutch guy she met while working there. He owned a fancy spa in Vianen where the wedding would be held.
My mother took time away from work and I skipped a week of classes from college. It was shaping up to be a nice little vacation.
Mom and I spent a day in Amsterdam after arriving, just being tourists and exploring the city.
The next day, Aunt Helen arrived from Vianen to pick us up. My mother gave her a big hug. It had been months since they had last seen each other and they were nearly in tears. They had always been close. I gave Aunt Helen a big hug as well.
The three of us went to our hotel room to get our things. And that was the moment where my mother got the surprise of her life:
"Do you really need all that?" Aunt Helen asked, looking at mom's giant luggage.
"Obviously. This is a special occasion and I need to look my best."
Aunt Helen still looked dumbfounded. "All of that is your clothes?"
"What else would it be?" mom replied, looking slightly confused.
There was an 'oh my god' look on Aunt Helen's face as she put her hand over her mouth. She was clearly surprised.
"I am so sorry," Aunt Helen gasped.
Mom squinted at her younger sister. "Why?"
Aunt Helen's entire body tensed. "There must have been a confusion between us somewhere."
"Oh my goodness. Has the wedding been canceled?" mom asked in a state of shock.
"No. The wedding is still going forward."
"Then what is it?"
Aunt Helen gulped. "Well, how carefully did you read my email? I sent you a link to my fiance's spa. How closely did you look at it?"
"I looked through the pictures. It's a beautiful place. Why? Has it been moved to another location? I'm perfectly fine with that. Just as long as you're happy."
"It's still there. The same location."
"Then what's the problem?" Mom asked, eagerly anticipating the answer.
Aunt Helen gulped. "It's a nudist spa."
That was the moment which left me and my mother stunned. Naturally, mom tried acting composed about it. This was a major event, after all.
"Oh, that's interesting. We're all adults here. I wouldn't mind seeing any of the nude guests there."
"I don't think you understand," Aunt Helen said. "It's a nudist wedding. All the guests have to be, well, umm, undressed. That's the whole point of what we're doing."
Mom's eyes widened. "A nudist wedding? Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I was afraid you were going to act like this."
Mom put her hands on her hips. "Like what?"
"Like this," Aunt Helen replied, gesturing to mom's posture. "I was afraid you were going to make a big fuss about it and not show up."
"And when did you plan on telling me? Now?! After I've spent thousands of dollars on this trip?!"
"The nudity requirement was clearly described on that website I sent you. I assumed you would have figured it out."
Things definitely felt tense in the room. After a few more nasty exchanges, the sisters calmed down and apologized to each other. In all my years, I had never seen them fight before. Never. They were always super close.
But it was perfectly understandable that mom would be upset over this. She's not someone who gets naked or lives a free-spirited lifestyle like Aunt Helen does. Mom was a typically stern high school teacher. The prim and proper type. Women like that don't just get naked in front of other people. That's not the way they are.
"Look, I'm really really sorry about this," Aunt Helen said in a somber tone. "This is all my fault. I should have made things clear from the start. I guess I was just afraid that you'd refuse to come."
"This is my fault too. I should have read that website more carefully."
"Please tell me you'll still come," Aunt Helen asked cautiously with an optimistic attitude.
They continued their back and forth exchange and Aunt Helen was adamant that the rules couldn't be changed. Most of the guests at the wedding were also nudists and expected a nudist experience. Mom was clearly devastated by the news and it was obvious that she was about to refuse.
"How about this?" Aunt Helen said. "I'll wait in the lobby. You two discuss this and give me a call when you've made your decision. Okay?"
Mom hesitantly nodded. "Okay."
"Whatever you two decide, I would understand. But I really want you two to come. It's a special day for me. And it wouldn't be right without my older sister and my favorite nephew."
Having said that, Aunt Helen left our hotel room and waited downstairs in the lobby.
"I can't believe it," mom said, shaking her head. "Do they really expect us to be naked in front of each other? And in front of other people? What are they thinking?"
"Mom, we're in the Netherlands," I pointed out. "Things are a lot different over here."
"I know, but they should have a clear understanding about a parent-child relationship. We should never see each other undressed."
"Like I said, different culture."
She shook her head. "Anyway, we're here. I've already spent thousands of dollars and I think we should make the most of it. Amsterdam is a beautiful city and there's a lot of sightseeing we can do."
"You want to skip the wedding?"
"We don't have a choice. You heard your Aunt. It's nudist only. We can always congratulate them after the wedding is over. We'll take them to dinner. It'll still be nice."
"I think you're making a huge mistake."
"Believe me, this is a painful decision," she pointed out. "When we were young, Helen and I always used to discuss our dream weddings. That's all we ever talked about. So I know it's a difficult decision."
"Then why skip it?" I asked.
She gave me a sharp look. "I'm doing this for you. I'm sparing you the misery of having to be naked around me."
"For the sake of this wedding, I think we can manage."
"I know how boys are. You'll be traumatized for life seeing me naked."
"Really? Guys are always checking you out. You're hot.'
She withheld a smile, "I meant that I'm your mother. It's not right for us to be naked around each other. We'll never be able to unsee it."
"Well, it's your decision. But I think Aunt Helen would be crushed if we weren't there."
That seemed to hit mom in her core. There was a conflicted look on her face. If she skipped the wedding, she knew her sister would be devastated, and their relationship might not be the same ever again.
Worst of all, mom would probably regret it forever.
"Are you sure you're okay with this?" mom asked. "If you're mature enough, then I would be willing to attend Helen's wedding."
I nodded. "Sounds like we're going."
There was a smile on mom's face, like she knew the right decision was being made.
"Great. I'll give Helen a call and we'll go to Vianen."
***
It was a 30 minute ride in Aunt Helen's small car. Vianen was a quiet city in the Netherlands. It was beautiful in every way.
During the car ride, I didn't say much. I didn't really have a chance to speak. Mom and her younger sister couldn't stop talking about the wedding. Mom had never met Aunt Helen's fiance before, and Aunt Helen gladly provided all the details to mom's questions. They were two sisters who were so glad to be around each other again.
When we got there, mom and I were pleasantly surprised.
The resort was far more beautiful and elegant than we had thought. It looked much better than the pictures on their cheap website. After parking, we went inside the luxurious lobby and marveled even more.
We got our room key from the receptionist.
"Why don't you two rest for a while," Aunt Helen said. "Maybe in an hour we can go for spa treatments with my fiance. The facilities here are world class. Then after we can all have lunch. How does that sound?"
Mom smiled, "Sounds like a plan."
"Oh, and when we go down to the spa, you know... Rules are rules."
There was a clear innuendo and *look* on Aunt Helen's face. It was clear she was signaling something. And it took mom a split second to figure out what that was.
"Oh, already?" mom replied, giving a slow awkward nod. "Okay, well, I guess we'll be ready by then."
Mom tried to sound brave and upbeat about the thought of being naked in the resort, but it was clear that she was still struggling with it.
Who could blame her?
***
Mom and I went to our private room alone. As we now expected, the room was amazing. It was a small cozy little place, but the ambiance was high class. The entire time we explored the room, neither of us mentioned the upcoming nudity. It was simply too awkward.
We briefly rested after the long car ride. That ended when there was a knock on the door.
Mom answered and there was Aunt Helen, dressed in nothing but a silk robe and a smile on her face.
"Well?" Aunt Helen asked.
She stepped inside and looked around our room, pleased that we had already settled in.
"Oh, that," mom replied uncomfortably. "Do you think you can give us a moment? We'll be downstairs in a few minutes."
"I know exactly what you're going through. Really, I do. This whole nudist thing used to be so scary. But then I got over it. My fiance has really opened my eyes to a new world. You'll see."
Mom looked surprised by her sister's admission. "Goodness, you've certainly changed. You used to be so self-conscious about your body."
"I know. Just trust me on this. It's going to be so relaxing. There's an openness and freedom to being a nudist here. It's like there aren't any secrets or inhibitions. I've never felt so in-touch with myself before."
"That might be true. But we're sisters. And I'm with my son."
Aunt Helen shrugged. "So? What's the problem?"
With that said, Aunt Helen dropped her robe and stood butt naked in our room. My jaw dropped. So did mom's. Neither of us were expecting that.
She looked great. She had the body of a normal woman her age. And she was completely unabashed by displaying her nude figure. There was an expression on her face like it was no big deal. Like it was the most natural thing in the world. All while mom and I were both speechless.
"You see?" Aunt Helen said, holding her hands out. "I'm naked. The world hasn't collapsed. We're still alive. No harm done. Meet me downstairs in 5 minutes. The spa is absolutely incredible. You'll love it. My fiance is waiting too."
With her robe still on the floor, she left the room.
Mom turned to me and we were both flabbergasted after seeing Aunt Helen nude in our room.
"This trip certainly took an interesting turn," mom quipped.
"Yeah, and we're next."
"Do you think our luggage could fit through that window? Maybe we can sneak out of here and call a cab."
"Too risky. We're better off getting naked and staying for the wedding."
Mom thought for a moment. "Okay, you're right. We'll have to be civil and mature about this."
"Aren't I always?"
"We've never been in this kind of circumstance together."
"If Aunt Helen can do it, so can we. Big deal."
She raised her eyebrow, "Okay stud, if it's that simple, you get naked first. It's not like I haven't seen your privates before."
"Jeez..."
"Just trying to lighten the mood," she smiled.
I stood dumbfounded for a moment. It was way harder than expected. My mother had the exact same expression and I'm sure she was thinking the same thing.
"Well?" she asked.
"This is hard."
She sighed, "I know it is. But let's just give it a shot. If your Aunt Helen can do it, so can we. Besides, I've been waiting months for this spa treatment. She hasn't been able to stop talking about how great it is."
"So how should we do this?"
"Same time?"
"Fine."
We both froze. Our eyes were locked. Neither of us could make the first move towards nudity.
"How about this," she said. "Why don't we turn around and undress? Then when we're ready, we'll face each other. Same time. It's kind of like pulling a band-aid off. Once and you're done."
"That makes sense."
"Let's get started. Your aunt is waiting for us."
We both turned around. I started undressing when I heard my mother undressing. She undressed fast, and so did I. There was a surreal feeling when I heard the snapping sound of mom undoing her bra. This was actually happening. I was about to see her naked. And she was about to see me naked too.
"Ready?" she asked.
"Yeah."
"Shall we turn around now?"
"Why wait?"
I turned around and saw my mother's naked ass. It was round and curvaceous. She still faced the wall when I first saw her. Then she turned around.
There she was. My mother. Completely naked. Her tits looked like round globes and they sagged. Her hips had beautiful curves. There was a patch of pubic hairs on her crotch. She looked like a beautiful woman at her age (or any age).
She seemed to struggle keeping her hands down. It was so obvious that she had a powerful urge to cover her breasts and pussy. I had the urge to cover myself as well. It was easily the most awkward situation we ever faced.
"How do I look?" she asked, slightly nervous and self-conscious.
"You know, actually, you look like an older version of Aunt Helen. I don't mean you're old. But you're like a MILF version of her."
She nodded. "We've always had a lot of similarities."
"Honestly, you're hot. I mean, wow."
Her eyes widened. "Oh my god. Are you..."
I looked down and saw that my cock was growing and pointing forward. Normally, a semi-erection would be covered by my pants. But this was different. Now, I was totally naked, and there was nothing covering me whatsoever.
My hands swiftly covered myself.
"God, sorry," I said.
She gave me that motherly expression. "Well, it's not your fault. Boys will be boys. But even at a nudist resort, you can't go out like that. It's not appropriate at all."
"It doesn't exactly have an 'off' switch, you know."
She sighed, "Handle it in the bathroom. And make it quick."
Despite her slightly stern tone, she seemed kind of understanding over the matter. After all, we were both completely naked in front of each other. What did she expect? Mom or not, of course I was going to be aroused seeing her.
I hung my head down in shame and walked to the bathroom. It was humiliating beyond belief. Not only were we both naked, and I had a hard-on, but she wanted me to jerk-off in the bathroom before we left.
"Wait," she said. "People are waiting for us. This needs to be done quickly."
"Don't you think I know that?" I replied, heading towards the bathroom.
She stepped in front of me. "What I mean is, men take forever to masturbate. Unfortunately, we don't have that kind of time."
Having said that, she reached forward and grabbed my erect cock, which suddenly swelled in her soft hand.
"Oh..." I gasp.
Her eyebrow raised. "Is this going too far?"
"No, umm, it's fine."
"Good."
She tugged my hard cock like a leash and led me to the bathroom. With her soft hand around my shaft, she furiously began stroking me, with my cock pointed towards the toilet. God. A handjob from my own mother. From the feel of things, she must have done this plenty of times before because she was good at it. Her hands knew how to stroke. Her fingers knew how to caress.
After a while, I was close to coming. Mom was right, this was much faster if she did it. I warned her that I was going to cum and she told me to go ahead.
Spurts of cum shot into the toilet. When it was done, she flushed the toilet and washed her hands with soap.
"We're late," she said, drying her hands with a towel. "Let's go."
***
Exactly as advertised, the spa was world class. We had a nice private tour, courtesy of Aunt Helen's fiance (who was a super great guy).
All of us bonded while naked. They didn't seem to mind at all. My mother still seemed tense, but she learned to loosen up. And I was really relaxed after that superb handjob which mom gave me.
Our mud baths were being prepared. Apparently it's great for the body. As our baths were being prepared, the staff brought us several cups of their trademark special herbal cleansing drinks.
According to Aunt Helen's fiance, the drinks were partially made from exotic fruits which had recently been imported. They contained loads of vitamins and nutrients. Perfect for cleansing and spiritual revitalization. And apparently, it provides plenty of 'rejuvenation.'
"This taste amazing," mom said, having a second cup.
"We drink this all the time," Aunt Helen smiled, then kissing her fiance. "It certainly works wonders."
Obviously they meant sex. My mother blushed hearing about her sister's not-so-private sex life.
When the mud baths were finally ready, a staff member came and informed them that more wedding guests had arrived. Aunt Helen and her fiance excused themselves to tend to the new guests, and they assured us that they would return promptly.
In the meantime, mom and I were left alone in the private spa room. We each got in our separate bathtubs filled with the mud. It was a strange, but refreshing feeling. I never had a spa treatment before.
Mom laid blissfully in her tub. There was a smile on her face. She was in heaven. I tried my best to relax as well, just like mom did. I laid my head back on the tub, where a towel had been placed. My eyes closed. Time flew by.
Then I heard it:
Was it... a moan? Several seconds later, I heard it again. Seconds later, it came again. All while mom's eyes were closed. She never makes those kinds of noises. The only rational explanation was that she was--- aroused.
It must have been that herbal cleansing stuff she drank, since she had two cups. I heard her breathing heaving and I even saw the mud moving around as she moved her arm underneath. Was she masturbating? I suddenly found myself becoming aroused watching (and listening) to my own mother.
The mud in her bath continued to move as she moved her body around. Her breathing became heavier. Her lower lip curled and tightened. She was clearly masturbating inside the mud bath. She must have been so relaxed that she totally forgot I was there.
Moments later, her facial expressions tightened, then relaxed. She breathed a sigh of relief. Did she just have an orgasm?
Her eyes opened and she looked refreshed. When she saw me, her eyes widened and her jaw nearly dropped.
"Oh my god," she gasped. "Were you... did you just watch me?"
"What did you expect? We're in the same room together. Did you masturbate in the mud bath?"
She gave an 'oh my god' expression. "I don't know what came over me. I felt like I dozed off. It's been a long time since I was ever this relaxed. Then, my hand moved down. I don't know how to explain it."
"It's gotta be the drink. Remember, herbal properties? Exotic fruits?"
"You're right. That's what your aunt pointed out earlier. My goodness."
"Don't be embarrassed," I said. "It's natural. Plus, you know, you helped me out earlier. So I guess we've both seen each other doing private stuff."
"When we get back to America, let's forget this ever happened."
"Deal."
"But while we're here, we have to understand that things are different," she said. "Our circumstances are different. We have to be naked around each other, along with other factors. So I wouldn't mind making another deal. How about we help each other?"
"What do you mean?"
"If the time comes. If you ever need assistance, or if I ever need assistance. I think you catch my drift. Let's not be embarrassed or humiliated by it. This is for my sister's wedding and I want us to have a good time. Okay?"
I nodded. "Okay."
"Let's hope things don't get out of hand."
"We've already done that already," I quipped, referring to the handjob mom gave me earlier.
She smiled and squinted her eyes. "Very funny."
"Plus, you know, it seems like you've given yourself a hand as well."The look on her face became stern. "Let's not get carried away with the jokes, okay?"
"Got it."
There was a playfulness between us as we returned to enjoying our mud baths in the private spa. Mom closed her eyes and laid her head back. There was a slight smile on her face which showed her post-orgasm masturbation bliss.
And if I didn't know any better, I'd say that deep down, she was kind of enjoying all this, even though she would never admit it. The taboo and excitement of the situation was surreal.
***
We had lunch after the mud bath. It was fun meeting all the new people. Everyone had a great time. My mom had a blast spending time with her sister, meeting the fiance, and chatting with all of the other wedding guests.
After a while, mom and I had split up around the pool area. She was socializing with the other nudist adults. And I was socializing with the other nudist people my own age.
Unfortunately, the effects of mom's earlier handjob was beginning to wear off. That 'herbal cleansing drink' with exotic fruits was starting to kick in. Besides, the pool area was filled with all sorts of beautiful naked women. How else was I going to react?
I excused myself from a group conversation the moment I felt my cock stirring. Then I quickly headed to the unisex bathrooms near the pool area, praying that no one would see my soon-to-be hard cock.
Just then, I felt a soft hand grabbing my arm as I walked. It was my mother with an urgent look on her face. On top of that, I still hadn't gotten over seeing my mother in the nude. She looked sexy with her bare body underneath the sun. For the first time, she seemed totally at ease showing herself naked to everyone-- including to me.
"I hope you're headed to the bathroom," she said, walking alongside me, while still holding my arm.
"Where else do you think I'm going?"
"Good. I can see your private area turning stiff."
"It's not my fault those drinks were potent. Plus this place is packed with naked women."
She shook her head. "Boys will be boys, I suppose."
We continued briskly walking to the bathroom together.
"Hey, don't forget what you did in the mud bath. Besides, we had a deal that we shouldn't be embarrassed or upset with each other, remember?"
There was a calming look on her face as we reached the door to one of the bathroom stalls.
"You have a point," she conceded. "And we do have a deal where I promised to help you. So, do you need help? I certainly don't want you stuck in the bathroom stall the entire afternoon while this party is going on. You'll be missing out on all the fun."
I was stunned for a moment. "Um, sure."
"Yes or no? I want you to be positive about this. This isn't something that should be taken lightly."
"Yes, I'm positive."
Mom looked around the pool area to make sure that no one was looking at us. After all, everyone there knew that we were mother/son. How awkward would that be if people caught us sneaking into the bathroom together?
"Quick," she said, grabbing me by the cock and pulling me inside the bathroom.
By that point, I was raging hard. My mother tucked her hair behind her ears and thought for a moment.
"Would you be content with another handjob?" she asked in a very professional manner, like this wasn't a big deal anymore.
My cock swelled even harder. Not only because of the herbal drink, but because of my naked mother offering to jerk me off. And the fact that she seemed so nonchalant about it and so business-like.
"Your arm is going to be really sore if you try to jerk me off. I'm in serious need of relief"
"A blowjob then?" she asked, eyebrow raised.
My cock grew stiffer hearing my mom talk so dirty, with that strange expression on her face, from the idea that she would soon be sucking off her own son.
I nodded. "That'll do."
She put the toilet seat down and sat on it.
"You really owe me for this," she said after a pause, holding my hard cock in her soft hands. "I mean it."
"Hey, you were the one that offered. This deal was your idea."
"Smartass."
With that said, her eyes focused on my cock, and her mouth dove forward to start sucking. Her lips wrapped tightly around my shaft and she started sucking expertly. Her head bobbed fast. Back and forward. It was like she had done this a million times before and it felt amazing, especially since I was so aroused from the herbal drink we had earlier.
I'm sure my mother was aroused also, based on the enthusiasm she had from sucking my cock. The effects of the herbal drink must have still lingered inside of her as she vigorously performed oral sex.
Just then, we heard the sound of the bathroom next door being occupied. We heard a couple laughing and making giggling noises. They spoke in Dutch, so we had no clue what they were saying, but it was obviously flirtatious.
"Shh," mom whispered softly to me, after briefly taking my cock out of her wet mouth.
Then, we heard the couple next door having sex. There were sounds of a woman moaning, and my mother and I simply looked at each other awkwardly, while my cock was still in her hand.
As the couple in the other bathroom continued fucking, my mother went back to sucking my cock. Her hand furiously stroked. It was clear that she wanted to end this as fast as possible. And based on the actions of her hand, mouth, and tongue, I couldn't last long.
I groaned softly and my mother gave me a sharp look with her eyes, which said, 'Keep this quiet, or else they'll hear us.'
I mouthed the words, 'I'm going to cum."
With my cock still in her mouth, she nodded, letting me know it was okay.
That's when I came. Mom stroked me harder and faster. Her mouth sucked harder. Her tongue licked up and down my shaft. A massive load of my cum shot down her throat, which didn't seem to phase her. She simply kept on going. She had a job to do, and she made sure to finish it.
When all my cum was drained, mom licked me clean, then she licked her lips.
She stood up and wiped my cock with a paper towel, while we listened to the couple in the other bathroom stall still having sex.
"I'll have to dry you," she whispered in my ear, wiping my cock. "We can't let anyone see you with a wet flaccid penis. They'll know that we've been naughty in here together."
She winked and threw away the paper towel. Then we went back to the naked pool party together.
***
That night. After a long day of socializing with the other guests, we were exhausted. Most strangely of all, we had become used to being naked around each other. Normally, it would have been the most oddest thing in the world, but eventually, it all felt so natural.
In fact, it felt so natural, that as soon as we got to our room after dinner, neither of us had bothered to get dressed. We simply remained naked around each other. At that point, we were also too exhausted to get dressed anyway.
After washing ourselves before bed, we were both tired beyond belief. It was a fun day of meeting new people, and it was also a long day from what we've been through with the taboo sex stuff and everything.
I collapsed on my bed. Mom turned off the lights. I was too tired to move and my eyes were closed.
To my surprise, mom didn't climb into her bed. She climbed into mine.
She lifted my blanket and got underneath, laying next to me, naked.
"Mind if I join you?" she asked. "I don't want to sleep alone."
"Sure, of course."
She snuggled next to me, "We've done a lot of dirty things today. Things a mother and son should never do with each other. But remember, this is only for this trip. Special circumstances, right?"
"I know."
She wrapped her arm around me and said 'goodnight.' Then she immediately fell asleep. My cock slowly started growing again.
***
The next morning was the day of the wedding. Mom was the maid of honor for the special event. Since it was a naked wedding, she didn't have to worry about having to wear a nice dress. But all the bridesmaids had gotten together and helped fix each others' makeup and hair.
By the time it was done, mom looked ravishing. Her hair was done to perfection and her makeup looked glamorous. It was a side of mom I had never seen before. Between the hairstyle and cosmetics, along with her full nudity, my mother suddenly looked like a high-class MILF pornstar.
"What do you think?" she asked, when she saw me staring at her.
At this point, she seemed more than fine showing off her entire naked body and new look. It was like she was enjoying it.
"Absolutely gorgeous. I'm serious, I can hardly recognize you."
She blushed, "Well, I guess this trip has other benefits besides your Aunt's wedding. We're getting to know each other a lot more."
"You've got that right."
Her eyes looked down on me. "And judging by the looks of things, you really like what you see. This time, you can't use the herbal drink as an excuse."
It was my turn to blush. Seeing her naked and looking so hot was giving me a slight erection.
"What did you expect?" I shrugged.
She gave me a playful look. "Let's look for your Aunt. She wanted to meet with us before the wedding."
"And my little problem?" I asked suggestively.
Instead of providing me with sexual relief, she reached for a cold beverage nearby and pressed it against my balls, which stung badly.
My whole body jerked and she smiled, pulled it away.
"Come on," she said. "Let's go find your Aunt."
***
My mom had asked around for where Aunt Helen was. Apparently, she was in the spa area. So that's where we went. We figured Aunt Helen was probably in need of some last minute stress release before the wedding. Or maybe she had some business matters to attend to.
When we went to the private spa, we heard moaning noises. My mother looked at me with a finger on her lips, signaling for me to be quiet. She tiptoed on the floor and peaked through the glass. She stood there for a moment, just watching, as the moaning noises continued.
I tapped mom's shoulder. "What's happening?"
She leaned in my ear. "Nothing. We should go."
"No way," I whispered back.
That's when I stepped forward and peeked through the glass. There was Aunt Helen, bent over a spa bath, getting fucked from behind by her fiance. Her face was filled with lust and her tits swayed back and forth. It was a surreal sight watching my beautiful aunt getting ravished like that.
"You shouldn't be watching that," mom whispered.
"Why? Aunt Helen doesn't seem to mind this position."
She sighed, "Your aunt has always had a healthy appetite."
"What do you mean?"
"None of your business," she whispered. "But your Aunt really loves sex. Trust me, I found that out firsthand."
"How?"
She rolled her eyes. "Does it matter?"
"I really want to know."
Mom relented. "Fine. But you can't tell anyone. I'm only telling you because you're old enough to know certain family secrets."
"Of course."
"In college, she used to tell me about her dates," mom said. "She used to still be horny after sex, and, well, I used to lick her. It was the only way to get her to stop complaining. I needed to study."
"Oh wow," I gasped in disbelief. "Really?"
Hearing that secret made my cock twitch.
Just then, Aunt Helen began crying out loud. This prompted me to have a look through the glass again, seeing her getting pounded from behind. It was so loud, that even my mother had to look at her own sister. We both peeked through the glass together and watched Aunt Helen getting the fucking of a lifetime.
She obviously came when her eyes rolled back and her body went stiff. But her fiance wasn't done yet. He announced his impending orgasm.
"Not inside me," Aunt Helen told him. "I don't want a mess. Cum in my mouth. Don't miss either. My makeup would be ruined."
Then, we watched as Aunt Helen dropped to her knees, with her fiance furiously stroking himself towards her eager mouth. He came on Aunt Helen's tongue with expert aim. He groaned. She swallowed.
"How does my makeup look?" Aunt Helen smiled cheekily.
"Good as new."
Aunt Helen stood. "Let's go. We can't be late for our own wedding. People must be looking for us by now."
They left through the other exit.
"Oh my god," I said. "That was fucking hot."
"I can tell you enjoyed it," mom said, looking down at my throbbing erection.
"Remember our deal?"
Her eyebrow rose, "Now? You've got to be kidding."
"It'll take forever if I handled this myself."
"A quick handjob then," she said, grabbing my hard cock. "You better be fast. The wedding will start soon."
"I know. We just heard Aunt Helen saying that after she got a mouthful."
"Smartass."
She stroked furiously. With the totality of the circumstance, I only became harder and more aroused. She seemed to sense this as my cock was throbbing.
"This thing isn't going away," she said, giving me a squeeze. "Is it?"
"I'm freaking aroused."
She thought for a moment. "Sit down. My arm is exhausted already."
When I sat down, mom climbed on top of me. It all happened so fast that I didn't have enough time to process the situation. She opened her legs, stood over me, and lowered herself, right on my cock. She spread her labia with her fingers and allowed my painfully hard cock to enter. It felt like bliss.
Inch by inch she lowered herself. With every inch, our pleasure grew, and the boundaries between us were being pushed even further. We were crossing a line that no one could ever know about it. She lowered herself until my hard cock was buried inside her hot wet pussy. We were officially in the perfect position to begin fucking, but she paused for a moment.
She wrapped her hands around the back of my neck and we looked each other in the eyes.
"Just this once," she said, as we were face-to-face. "This is the fastest way. Plus my makeup won't get ruined."
"Good choice," I grunted.
"You really love fucking your own mother, don't you?" she asked, thrusting her hips harder with perfect rhythm.
I tried to downplay it. "It's okay. It's just... I need the relief."
"No, it's more than that," she smiled. "This entire trip, you loved my hands and mouth around your erection. You loved that it was your mother doing it. Just admit it."
There was no denying it, so I said, "Yes."
She clenched her vaginal muscles around my cock as she continued to gyrate her pussy. Back and forth. Then up and down. She was a real pro at using her pussy. Who knew? My prim and proper mother was an expert in sex. A 'sexpert.' But of course, this should have been obvious by now, since she had already proven her skills with the previous handjob and blowjob.
There was also a gleam in her eyes. She enjoyed this too. Just as much as I did. Her hands rubbed the back of my neck and shoulders. Then she started rubbing her own breast. She was in need of her own relief and I saw that she was playing with her hardened nipple.
"Cum for me," she whispered, gyrating her hips. "Think about me sucking your cock yesterday. Think about when I used to suck my sister's pussy in college. You liked hearing about that, didn't you? I used to eat your Aunt Helen's pussy. It was the only way to give her relief back then. Now, as a mother, I'm providing you with relief. I guess that's what I'm for. A woman who provides relief. Oh god... That's it, cum for me. We have a wedding to attend and we can't be late. God forbid anyone catches us making love in here."
The lust between us was incredible. My body contracted and I came in mom's pussy. There was a look in her eyes, one that I would never forget. She loved this. She loved that this was happening. Most of all, she loved that I shot a giant load of my cum inside of her pussy.
She continued working her pussy until I was drained and turning flaccid inside of her. Her face made a lustful expression while this was happening. She was loving this more than she would ever care to admit. There was something about the whole mother/son taboo which had drove her wild. The taboo was unbelievably hot.
"Good boy," she said, jokingly patting the top of my head like I was her puppy.
"You haven't cum yet," I noted, offering to do something for her. "Do you want me to rub your pussy really fast? I could lick it."
"There's no time for that. But who knows? Maybe when we're back in our room, we can have..."
Before mom could finish her sentence, someone called out with a Dutch accent:
"Jane, are you in here?" the woman said.
My mother's eyes widened and she jumped off me, my wet cock plopping out of her. We both stood up and tried to act presentable.
"We're in here," mom said to the other bridesmaid, who came into the room where we had just fucked. "I was showing something to my son."
"Oh, okay," the woman replied. "The wedding will begin as soon as you're ready."
Before the woman left, she noticed my cum soaked cock, then she looked at my mother, who instantly blushed. The woman winked at mom, which only made my mother blush even harder.
"You must have shown him something special," the woman said playfully. "I only wish there were more mothers like you."
Mom looked at me with an embarrassed expression as the woman left.
***
The wedding was a small and intimate event. The naked bridesmaids and naked groomsmen were all waiting by the altar. The fiance was waiting there.
All eyes turned to Aunt Helen, who looked gorgeous as she walked down the aisle. Her face was glowing and radiant from that recent fucking she received.
I looked at my mother again, standing by the altar. Mom also had the same radiant glow on her face from when I had fucked her moments earlier. I wondered what mom thought as she stood there. Was she thinking about dirty incestuous fantasies? Was she thinking about fucking her son again? Was she thinking about eating her younger sister's pussy again?
Then I noticed cum leaking down her thighs, from deep inside her pussy. It was my cum from before.
She looked panicked for a second. Then she thought quick. Everyone had their attention focused on Aunt Helen, who was still walking down the aisle.
Mom quickly scooped the cum from her thighs and pussy, then she put it in her mouth, sucking everything clean. It happened so fast that no one in the room noticed it. Well, except for me.
The End