Early the next morning, I showered and dressed quickly and just had a quick bowl of cereal for breakfast because Mom was all ready to leave and I didn't want to hold her up. We called a cab and went to the train station, where we joined other members of our group.
I introduced Mom as my girlfriend. Of course, the boys were surprised, and they started to act like I was their closest friend so they could get to talk to her. They asked me how I managed to get such a hot girlfriend, and some of them even asked me how I got an older woman to be my girlfriend. But the girls were jealous, especially Tina. She was furious and asked me why I had asked her out when I already had a girlfriend.
"He asked me first," Mom replied. "But I was so busy that I suggested he ask someone else closer to his age to go with him. But since you refused to come him, and I didn't want him to miss out on the trip, so I cancelled some appointments and agreed to go after all. You missed out on a really good opportunity, sweetheart. He's mine now, and I think we'll have a great time together this weekend."
Tina was so angry she couldn't speak. Mom and I just smiled.
It was almost sunset when we reached at the destination. Our cottages were allotted, we had a quick dinner, and then we decided to go to our room and turn in. While Mom headed off to the cottage, I stayed behind and talked with the manager to learn more about the places we could visit and the things we could do.
When I got to our room, the light was off and Mom was already sleeping. I turned on my flashlight and saw there was only one bed, which already had Mom in it.
I guess I woke her up with the flashlight. She sat up and turned on the table lamp near the bed. "Mom, there's only one bed. Let me go talk to the manager."
"Well Honey, remember you're on a college trip, sleep here." She patted the bed to show that there was plenty of room for another person. "Besides, I'm supposed to be your girlfriend, remember? Don't you want the other kids to be jealous? Especially Tina?"
I couldn't really argue with this logic, so I pulled off my clothes and, wearing only my boxers as usual, climbed into bed. Mom rolled over to turn away from me, and I could see her naked back above the skimpy nightie. I kept staring at it. It wasn't very sexy compared to all the other things I'd seen over the past two days, but there it was, in the same bed and just inches away from me. I could feel a familiar bulge growing in my boxers.
"Turn off the light, Honey."
I flicked it off reluctantly. "Good night, Mom."
"Night, honey."
I tried to sleep, but vivid images kept floating my front of my eyes from last evening, especially after seeing my mother half naked. I recalled Mom standing naked in front of Taniya, the play with the strapon, the two women hugging and kissing like lovers, and most of all their dirty talk about me.
Finally, I couldn't resist. I slipped off my boxers and stroked my aching cock. Mom's blanket had slipped partly off and her nightie had ridden up to her waist. There was enough moonlight coming through the glass of the window that I could dimly see Mom's beautifully curved ass next to me, wearing a white thong that barely covered anything, especially from behind.
I thought about touching her pussy with my fingers the day before, and wanted so badly to do it again, but the way she was lying with her legs pressed together, I couldn't just reach out and touch it. But the crack of her ass was right there.
Slowly, carefully, I slid the tip pf my cock into her crack. I wanted desperately to pull the thong aside and push, to feel my dick slide into that hole that I had seen Taniya fill with a dildo the night before, but I resisted. I just let it rest there and took in the sensation of her warm, soft skin touching my most intimate part.
"Arjun!" Mom yelled my name, sat up quickly, and turned on the light. She jumped out of bed and turned to face me, the nightie falling back into place. I jumped out of my side of the bed and faced her.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Arjun?"
"Um-oh-um, Mom, nothing. I guess I've been dreaming."
"And why are you naked?"
I realized that I was standing there with a giant hard-on pointed straight at my mother. I grabbed my boxers and pulled them on, although they didn't do much to hide the hard-on.
"So, what were you dreaming about?"
"Uh, um, I'm embarrassed to say..." I paused as she ran her hand through her hair pat some stray strands back into place. "Let's just... let's just pretend it never happened."
"Were you dreaming about fucking me?" she asked bluntly.
I gasped. I know that mothers can read their children like an open book, but I never expected such an accurate assessment of what I had thought was only in my mind. Mom sat down on the bed and listened to me stammer and stutter, not at all sure how I was going to get out of this one. In fact, I started thinking maybe I shouldn't try to get out of it. Maybe I should just get my feelings for her out in the open and see where it all went from there.
Mom got back under the covers and said, "Let's just go back to sleep. It's over."
"Forgive me Mom."
I still stood there. Mom sighed and, looking back at me, said, "Well, which one did you like best?"
Stunned, I asked, "W-what?"
"You touched my cunt while I was sleeping the other day and now you touched my ass with your dick. Which body part did you like best?"
"What, w-w-what are y-y-you talking about?" Her blunt, dirty words reduced me to babbling.
She smiled and said, "Oh Honey, you think Mommy won't feel anything if someone touches her cunt? I don't sleep that soundly."
I quit babbling and just stood speechless. Mom sat up, pulled the blanket back and hiked her nightie up to her waist, spreading her legs wide. "You see Honey, Mommy is wearing the same thong that you jacked off into inside my closet."
Oh my God. I had never been so absolutely, completely busted in all my almost-nineteen years. But I was starting to realize that all that dirty talk about me between Mom and Taniya was an expression of real desire, not just play-acting.
"Mommy's been wearing it for the whole time, feeling your cum on her dirty pussy."
As she finished, she moved her right hand up and licked it slowly and seductively while her other hand moved the thin fabric away to give me a clear view of her cunt. I didn't know what to say. I just stammered, "I-I-I..."
My erection, which had gone down to half-mast while I stammered in embarrassment, instantly popped back up again, ready to poke right through my boxers. She moved her hand down and started circling her clit with her fingers.
"Does my son like watching his mother getting fucked by her boss with a strap-on, or does he prefer watching her fucking her hairbrush in the bathroom?"
"Oh God, Mom. You knew exactly what was going on all along. You were flirting with me when you kept feeding me flashes of skin."
"Of course I was. I've seen how you look at me for years. I can smell it in the air. Tell me honestly, don't you want to fuck me?"
"Y-y-ye...I mean."
"Oh Honey, come to Mommy. And lose those damned boxers. They look silly over that giant boner."
"Are you sure, Mom?"
"Of course, I'm sure. Why do you think I'm wearing this dirty thong. It's the closest I could come to having you inside me. Don't make me wait, Honey."
Recalling what Taniya did to Mom, and gaining some confidence, I pulled the boxers off and started to stroke. "Tell me what you want, Mommy."
My confidence gave her confidence, and realizing what I was doing, she showed her intention to submit to sexually and answered, "I want my son to take charge of my body, use me and fuck me, just like one of your porn videos."
"Really?" ignoring the fact, she knew I watch porn, I surprisingly asked.
"Try me, order me, son, order your mother."
"I-I-I want you to take off that thong." I pointed my finger down.
Like a true submissive, without any hesitation, she moved her hands on both sides of her waist, moving her ass up a little to get the thong over it. Then she put her legs straight up and started sliding the thong down them. When she got it to her knees, she folded her legs so she could pull it all the way down to her ankles and off.
"Now the nightie."
The nightie was already up to her waist. She sat up and pulled it the rest of the way up and over her head, letting her gorgeous titties dangle free. She sat facing me with her legs apart so I could admire every intimate part of her body.
I scooted over to her, put my nose between her legs, and smelled. Ahhh. It was exactly the same musky scent as I had smelled on her panties in the bathroom two days ago. Her pussy was already moist, and I felt some of her juices on my nose. "You're such a horny bitch." Somehow, being able to call my mother a "bitch" gave me an illicit thrill.
"Horny for my son only."
I got closer and touched my erection to her pussy. I rubbed a drop of precum between her lips, and my head spun with the incredible sensation of being given permission to be so intimate with what I'd only fantasized about, and occasionally glimpsed from afar.
"Ummm, doesn't Son want to order Mom to suck his cock before putting it in."
I was new at this business of owning a total three-hole slut, and hadn't thought of taking it slower. Why not? We had all night.
"Yes, come suck my cock, Mommy."
I lay back and Mom came over to me on her hands and knees. I moaned as her tongue touched my dick and began to flick all over the head. She licked off the drop of precum, then swirled her tongue around my mushroom tip, sending little lightning bolts of pleasure through my whole body. Then she began moving her head down, feeding more and more of my dick into her mouth until I felt it touch the entrance to her throat. Then she began bobbing up and down, letting her wet, slippery tongue slide over the length of my shaft.
Oh my God. I had had my own hand on my cock lots of times, but never a warm, wet, slippery, responsive mouth. Mom sucked me like the pro she undoubtedly was.
After a few minutes of pushing her mouth up and down on my shaft, she pushed a bit harder. My cock came to the entrance to her throat and stayed there a moment. Then, with a harder push, Mom forced it right down her throat until her chin hit my balls. She held it there for maybe ten or fifteen seconds, clenching her throat muscles tightly around it, then pulled back, took a deep breath through her nose, and then did it again.
I had no idea that a woman could do that without gagging. Most of the women in porn took a penis maybe half-way into their mouths and that was that. Mom was obviously an expert, and I felt privileged to have my cock in such a well-practiced mouth.
Then she slowly pulled back and, keeping her lips tensed over it to convey maximum sensation, let my saliva-coated dick slide out of her mouth. I looked disappointed, but she said, "Don't worry, Honey. I want you to get the full experience. If you shot your load in my mouth right away, you wouldn't get to sample any of the other holes I've offered you. Not for a little while, anyway."
I was happy to defer to her experience. After all, she's had a lot more practice at this than I did, although I intended to catch up as quickly as I could.
Mom knelt on the bed in front of me and gave me another clear view of her pussy and asshole. God, what to choose? Ever since I'd dared to touch that black rose two days ago, I'd dreamed of being able to do more with it. But I'd always fantasized about anal sex, too. It seemed so transgressive, so forbidden. And I'd heard from friends that nothing grips you quite as firmly as an anus. So, I put my cockhead against her little puckered opening.
"Wait, does my son want to go up his mommy's ass?"
"Yes, mother."
"Then let me get prepped." Mom got up, opened her suitcase and brought out a small bottle, which she handed to me as she got back on hands and knees in front of me.
I looked at the bottle, not quite sure what to do. "Oh. I forgot. You hardly ever see people use lube in porn, but believe me, they get good and lubed up before the cameras roll. You can't take it up the ass without it. Put some on my asshole and push it in. Put some on your cock, too."
I ran some down Mom's asscrack and pushed with my finger to get some into her asshole, not quite believing that I was touching another of my mother's most intimate places—not just touching it, but actually pushing my finger into it. I dutifully lubed my cock as well.
"And another thing. In porn, guys usually just shove it in and start pounding. Don't do that. You need to ease in slowly and stop if my rectum has a spasm. Once I'm nice and stretched out, you can go to town on me."
This was sure going to be an education. They didn't tell us anything about how to do anal sex in sex ed, and I was beginning to realize that porn isn't very realistic either. Who knew?
When I hesitated, Mom begged, "Come fuck Mommy now. Make both of our dreams come true."
I pressed my dick against her asshole, which resisted at first. I had to press harder to force her sphincter to accept it. When the head popped in, I stopped with only that part inside for a few seconds, then pressed again. It slid in a couple of inches before Mom gasped and said, "OK, hold it there."
She waited for the mild spasm to pass, then said, "OK, keep going."
After a minute or two, I had my dick all the way in, with my balls resting against her perineum. I left it there for a bit, waiting for word that her ass had adapted itself to the intruder. After twenty seconds or so, she said, "Come on now, Arjun. Mommy's asshole needs a good reaming from her son's lovely cock. Do it now!"
I started thrusting, slowly at first and then gradually faster. I marveled at the sensation of her oh-so-tight sphincter, like a finger and thumb circling tightly around my cock as it slid up and down my shaft. Mom let out a little gasp of pleasure every time I went in. Even though I really didn't know what I was doing, I was obviously hitting the right nerve clusters inside her anus.
After a while, my knees were starting to get sore and my hips were starting to ache. Obviously, the guys who do this in porn have a lot more practice than I had. When I jerk myself off, my hips don't need to do so much work; most of the movement comes from my hand. That gave me an idea. Recalling what Taniya had said to Mom the other day, I stopped thrusting and ordered,
"Fuck yourself, Mom."
Mom began swiveling back and forth, pivoting on her elbows and knees. Now she was doing the work instead of me, but I was getting just the same heavenly sensation of tight, warm friction. Between gasps she said, "Uhhh you really loved watching Mommy uuuhhhh fucking her boss, didn't you Son?"
"Fuck yes."
"And you want to fuck uuuhhh Taniya too, don't you Son?"
"Fuck yes!"
"Uuuhhh, you want to drill her ass while uuuhhh she humiliates your mother, don't you Son?"
"Oh God," I moaned, and grabbing her hips, started pounding her really hard.
"Fuck, yes, Son, uh, ah, fuuuuuuck, don't stoooooop," Mom screamed, and I tried to speed up more. "Pleeeease fuck your pet-mommy, Son, drill Mommy's dirty ass, pound Mommy hard, fill Mommy's asshole!"
"What do I get in return, mommy"
"I want to be your full-service mommy."
"Which means?"
"Your twenty-four seven three-hole slut. I'll be your sex object, your personal plaything. I'll do anything you say."
"That's it, mommy-slut, I'm going to cum."
I held a particularly hard and deep stroke as far in as I could get it, and felt my cock erupt in spurt after spurt of cum. I filled her asshole, just the way she begged me to. When I finally pulled out my softening cock, I watched in fascination as a little dribble of my own cum dripped out, ran down her asscrack, and fell onto the bed.
Mom rolled over on her back and spread her legs wide, giving me another full-on view of the dark petals of her lips, now slightly parted as if welcoming me. "Oh son, don't you want your slut-mother cum too?"
I suddenly realized that, even though it had been covered in sex ed, when I got down to the real thing, I didn't actually know much about how a woman is built down there or how to give her the maximum pleasure with my lips and tongue. But I knew by now that Mom certainly wouldn't be shy about walking me through it, so I figured, just dive in.
I buried my face between her legs and started sucking and licking everything I could find in there. I nibbled her lips, ran my tongue up and down, tweedled my tongue-tip in the opening to her cunt, sucked her lips into my mouth and pinched them between my lips. Mom leaned back, closed her eyes, and started breathing hard, obviously enjoying what I was doing.
"Ooohhhh yes, that's it, Son. Suck Mommy hard, lick Mommy's clit."
Realizing I was missing something, I moved up and my tongue found the little button I'd been told about. At least they covered that in sex ed. I started flicking my tongue on it, then circling the tip around it. "Ohhhhh, yessss. Yeesss, God yess..."
Recalling what mom did to Taniya, I pushed two fingers inside her cunt. Her reaction was electric. "Oh yes, right there, Son. Finger-fuck your Mommy."
I pushed my fingers further in. "Oh yes, move your finger up a little more and tap there until Mommy cums!"
I realized she was asking me to touch her G-spot, and I did. Mom kept moaning, "Oh yes, don't stop, Honey."
I paused, and looking up at Mommy, demanded "Beg for it, Mommy slut."
"Please, please, please... please suck your Mommy, let her cum."
I was getting into this dirty master-slave talk that she and Taniya had modeled for me. I said, "Good pet," buried my face again, and sucked her clit while shoving my fingers deep inside and tapping her G-spot.
Within a minute, her body shivered, her back arched, and she made a shrill cry of ecstasy. She pressed her legs together around my head and, not being quite sure what to do, I kept licking and sucking until she begged, "Please stop Honey, you made Mommy cum. Come kiss your mother's dirty mouth, make her taste her own cum."
I slid up Mom's body and we started kissing passionately while I held her breast in my right hand. We touched tongues, and she ran her tongue along my lips to taste the pussy-juices there.
God, that was so much better than kissing Abigail Van Beurin in the back seat of my buddy's old Camray at Lover's Point. For one thing, I didn't have Abigail's cum on my lips when I kissed her. For another, I was just sneaking a feel of her tits through her clothes instead of, as I was now, holding a bare breast with a rock-hard black nipple.
Finally, we broke the kiss, and I collapsed on top of her. I wondered whether the nearby friends from our cottage had heard Mom's passionate scream. But I didn't care.