Fiction: Son POV:
Stepping out of the elevator, her flip flops clicked and clacked to the hotel room door, both of us soaked. We were freezing, “you can shower first, the pool wasn’t that cold, I can wait” I said.
“No you’re shivering, just hop in with me. I’ll keep my bra and panties on, I don’t mind” she replied, “but don’t tell your dad.”
“And get my flip flops, I left them at the door. You don’t want to step inside these dirty showers barefoot” she added.
I walked over and grabbed her sandals from the straps and brought them to the bathroom. She locked the door; “no ones even here and dad don’t come till tomorrow, you can leave it open” I said.
“No I want to make sure the heat stays inside” she replied.
She took off her tank top and was standing there in a cheetah patterned bra and black panties.
Intrusive thoughts. Why the hell was I staring? I don’t even like my mom. Fuck this is weird. No no why did I agree to this. Yes she’s a woman, yes she’s half nude, and yes I need to strip to my underwear in front of her, but please for the love of all that’s good don’t get hard. Please please don’t get hard.
“Hurry up, take off your shorts” she snapped. Why did I have to watch so many pornos? My dick is hardwired to get erect in a situation like this, fuck!
I was in my wet underwear from the pool and my dick was half erect, but I was fighting demons to stop it.
She definitely saw my erection but didn’t say a word. She carried on like everything was normal, so I did too. In fact, I liked it. Usually in a situation like this I’d have to be embarrassed and apologetic, but apparently she didn’t even care. I can let my dick bulge in my underwear and not care, so I did.
It was a small 1×1 shower. I stood in the back and she in the front. When she opened the water, it was ice cold and we couldn’t get out (it was a hot-tub shower hybrid thing), so she turned around and hugged me tight.
From my own reflexes I hugged her back, and for a solid 10 seconds it was us hugging (keep in mind both half naked) with my erection brushing into her stomach.
Fuck I liked it. Dammit why am I like this? My erection went from half stimulated to throbbing hard. My heart was pounding.
“Oh my god I’m sorry about that, fuck that was cold, are you okay!” She asked. “Yeah I’m fine, just a bit startled” I replied.
This was different. I’m hard, half naked, and I penetrated her stomach with my bulge, and my mom didn’t say a word.
Though I’ve never felt an attraction to my mom, the taboo felt… fucking hot. I imagined what else I could do in this shower, and maybe even what I could do outside it.
Again, I’m not attracted to her, but she *is* an attractive woman. Curly blonde hair, in shape, pretty eyes, pretty smile, sexy voice, and there’s something about her. Her aesthetic she always rocks: tank tops, wide bottom yoga pants, thong flip flops, was always hot. If she wasn’t my mom, I’d definitely pursue her. Which explains why my dad is so protective of her.
I was convinced. Fuck this vacation, my new objective was to do something with my mom. Something unforgettable, something realistic, and something she couldn’t say no to.
We switched positions, and I was in the front side of the shower, but this time I was facing her. I said I didn’t want the water in my eyes, but actually I just wanted to maintain eye contact and establish an intimacy.
We held eye contact for pretty long, and even when I thought it awkward at times, I kept it. My mom just smiled at me and didn’t think much of it.
The shower a while. The warm water so nice, neither of us wanted to get out. We stopped the water, and we laid in the small tub with the drain blocked.
She sat across from me, and the tub was so small that her her legs rested on my lap. We kept small talk, and I made sure to keep her engaged the whole time.
I was running out of small talk. My mind raced, and eventually I said “you know, your feet aren’t even touching the floor anymore, you can take off your flip flops, they’re just making your legs float in the water”
“Nah I’ll keep them on, you keep looking at them, you like them don’t you” she winked. Literally no idea why she said this, but if it would establish closer intimacy, I decided to go along with it.
“Yeah they’re nice, are they new?” I asked. “You were there when I bought them last week” she replied. “Ohhh yeah, sorry I remember.” Fuck.
“Your nails are pretty, but your left toe kind of got chipped” I said. “You wanna massage them? I’ll let you” she smiled.
I took off her flip flops, and they floated in the tub. I massaged her feet while maintaining eye contact. I smiled and we kept small talk going.
“Again, don’t tell your dad, he’d kill us.”
As massaged her, I contemplated for 10 minutes before finally pushing her legs aside and reeling her in. She drifted into my arms and I hugged her “I love you mom” I said, planting a kiss on her cheek.
“Aw I love you too” she replied.
My boner throbbed right next to her, and my heart pounded. This could’ve been enough, but I wanted more.
This was the perfect opportunity to ask. Am I really doing this? Fuck I am. Fuck fuck. Here it goes.
“Hey mom I wanna ask you something, and even if you say no, please swear to never tell anyone” I asked. “Okay…?” She replied.
“Look, we’re both here enjoying each other, bonding. We’ve never been this close, and I’ve always wondered would it would be like to kiss you. Not a fake kiss, a real kiss. At least a few seconds long” I asked shakily.
“Hah! With a question like that you bet your dick I’m not telling anyone” she laughed.
“I’ll think about it, but not now sweetie. Mommy loves you, but I’m not sure if I love you *that* much” she giggled.
Fast forward 2 days. My dads arrived. We only had another weekend left in Vegas. I wasn’t able to do much with her after the shower, and with my dad here it’ll be harder, but I hadn’t given up.
There were 2 beds and my dad joined my mom in her bed. The first night there, I woke up to them talking. Couldn’t hear anything, but I remember hearing them smooch. And this was no ordinary smooch. My dad was going to town on her precious lips. Fuck. I wish that were me. Why does he have to be here? Fuck!
They made out for an hour. I couldn’t sleep.
The next morning my dad left early. Me and her were left alone for a few hours in the room. I told her about last night and about how I left.
“I love you mom, platonically of course, but that kiss with dad was hard to witness. Could you at least let me kiss you for a few seconds. He had an hour with you!” I snapped.
“Ok ok fine, I hear you. Just one kiss. This isn’t right, but I’ll let it slide.” She went to the bathroom and wiped her lips. I brushed my teeth next to her, and I met back at the bed.
I stood up as she came out of the bathroom, I looked at her. She walked to me and slowly moved her lips to mine. I held her chin, and we kissed. My tongue floated into her, and her lips melted into mine.
It was everything I bought it’d be. Her lips were the destroyer of evil, the bearer of good, the prize of all. It was amazing.
I pulled back. We agreed a few seconds, but we kissed for at least a minute. It was slow but passionate.
“I liked that” I said, “me too” she replied. YES! Maybe this could take us somewhere.
She looked down “oh your hard, holy crap.” Fuck I forgot about that. “Yeah it happens when I get excited, sorry about that” I replied. “It’s okay, just make sure you don’t have it bulge that obvious next time, for etiquettes sake”
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