Pete kissed her jaw. Then back to her ear. He pulled her tight as he did and she sighed. After nuzzling behind her ear, her breathing grew ragged. He worked his way back to her neck and then down, tugging at her dress as he did so.

When the dress puddled at her feet, he stepped back with an appreciative gaze. She’d worn black, lace trimmed panties and bra, but with black silk thigh high stockings.

“Wow.” His eyes rose from her feet, past the curves of her hips, past her barely encased full breasts to her face.

She nervously smiled.

“You are so fucking hot.”

“You really think so?”

“Give me a minute and I’ll show you.”

She shifted her weight, so her took her hand and helped her step out of her dress. Then he led her toward the bedroom. Her bedroom. She let go of his hand and they pulled the blankets back.

“Get comfortable.” He nodded toward the pillow. “While I get these off.” He swept a hand down the front of his shirt.

She stretched out on the bed, still in her lingerie. She smiled nervously at him, but her eyes locked in on his cock when it appeared. He was only half-hard, but that didn’t stop her from moistening her lips.

He climbed onto the bed and reached for her panties. She lifted her hips to accommodate him as he tugged them down. Her eyes were wide. Almost wild.

“You okay?” he asked.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“You’ve already done it once.”

“That’s why I’m doing it again.”

He chuckled and slid her panties off her ankles. Then he nudged her thighs apart and settled in.

He inhaled her scent as he nuzzled into her pussy. She was already wet, so he started with a long lick up her labia. She shuddered and gripped the sheets.

He licked and sucked and then fingered her. The more he ran his tongue around her clit, the more he suckled it, the more ragged her breathing. He slid a finger inside as he continued to lick.

After two minutes, she arched her back in a silent scream and went rigid. He backed off and waited for her to catch her breath.

“That… was amazing,” she finally gasped.

He chuckled. “More?”

“No… no. Too sensitive.”

He slid up and lay next to her. She smiled, warm, and relaxed and clearly glowing.

“So…,” he said, “what would you like, Diane?”

“Give me a minute to recover.”

He smiled and nodded. Then he gestured at her bra. “Why don’t you take this off?”

“That’s right.” She smiled. “You didn’t get a good look last time.”

She removed her bra and lay back. Her tits spread out, but they were still magnificent. She had puffy areolae and stiff stubby nipples.

He moistened his lips.

She saw and chuckled. “You like?”

“Those are the most amazing breasts I’ve ever seen.”

“Flatterer.” But she smiled.

He kissed her stomach, right above her mound. She practically purred as he worked his way up, light kiss after light kiss. When he reached her breasts, he lightly licked her nipples, before gently sucking on them, one at a time.

“Bite them,” she said. “Gently.”

He did just that, and she hissed with pleasure. After a little nuzzling, he shifted his weight on top of her. His cock bumped against her opening and he rose up on his hands so he could look into her eyes. They were filled with lust.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Mmm.”

“Guide me in.”

She reached down, grasped his shaft, and lined him up. When she nodded, he slowly pushed forward.

She was hot, so hot, and slick. He moved steadily, sinking into her depths. She sucked in her breath, and he realized he had too. When their hips met, he held still. His cock twitched inside her with his heartbeat.

“Oh, God,” she moaned.

“You like it… Diane?”

“Fuck me.”

He chuckled and did just that.

***

For round two, she straddled him and played with her breasts while she rose up and down on his cock. She already had that loopy grin from her earlier orgasms, but apparently those hadn’t been enough.

He held her hips and enjoyed the sight of her bouncing breasts. They were large enough to sway delightfully, and he easily imagined sliding his cock between them. That is, if he wasn’t inside her. She was so hot and slick that he could feel his second orgasm slowly building. Slowly, thankfully.

Gasping, Mom—no, Diane—leaned forward. He slid his hands from her hips to her breasts and gently squeezed.

“Mmm,” she moaned. “More.”

He repeated the squeeze and then moved to her thumbing her nipples. She shuddered when he pinched them lightly.

“I want you to come,” he said.

“Again?” she laughed.

“Again.” He pushed up hard into her and she gasped.

“You wanted more.”

She shuddered and nodded.

“So come for me.”

She stopped moving. “Then you on top.”

He chuckled and helped ease her off. They rolled over and he sank into her wet depths again. She closed her eyes and began breathing deeply as he settled into a strong rhythm When she hooked her feet behind his thighs and shuddered. Her pussy heat had gone up with the angle change.

“Oh, Pete,” she moaned.

He sped up.

“Oh, Pete!”

 He pounded her as hard and as fast as he could.

“Oh!”

She tilted her head back and went stiff. He held still. Her pussy pulsed around his shaft. He gasped with his own waves of pleasure rose.

She shook, and her chest flushed. When she finally caught her breath, she gave him a loopy, satisfied smile.

“Your turn,” she said.

He started thrusting again and her hands found his back. She raked them down his skin, but lighter than before, lighter than the first time they’d fucked.

It still sent enough shivers down his spine that he felt his control slipping. He thrust one more time, deep, and let go. He moaned as he exploded, filling Diane’s pussy for a second time that night.

No. Filling his mom’s.

***

Pete drifted awake just as the room was starting to lighten. His head ached—clearly he’d drunk too much alcohol and not enough water the night before. As for that…

Next to him, Mom slumbered, her breathing slow and steady. She had rolled away from him and faced the far wall, so he couldn’t see her face. But from the rise and fall of her side, she was doing fine.

He snorted softly. Had they really done It—again?

Apparently so. Enough alcohol, and enough horniness and…

…well, his Mom would fuck him.

And he still didn’t feel guilty about it.

She’d wanted it, as much as he had. She’d certainly been the initiator the second round.

And it’d been fucking amazing.

Just lying there, looking at her, he felt a surge of desire.

Pee. Water. Ibuprofen. Then he could see what the morning held.

***

Mom stirred and rolled when he slid back into bed. She scooted over until she was cuddled into his side, her head on her shoulder, one leg hooked across his.

“Morning,” she murmured.

“Morning.” He lightly kissed the top of her head.

“So… are you okay with last night?”

He chuckled. “I’m more than okay.”

She let out a relieved sigh.

“It was amazing. Probably the best sex of my life.”

He could feel her smile.

“I… I was a bit surprised.” He lightly rubbed her shoulder. “I thought we’d agreed…”

“Yes… well…”

“Not that I mind, obviously.”

She chuckled.

“But I thought…”

She sighed. “So did I.”

“But you changed your mind.”

“You have a problem with that?” She lightly ran her hand down his chest.

“Fuck, no!” he laughed.

“I’m glad.”

“But why? Why change your mind?”

She sucked in her breath. He waited, still gently rubbing is back, until she spoke.

“Because I couldn’t stop thinking about our first time,” she admitted. “And if the egg’s already cracked…?”

“Then why not make an omelet?”

“Exactly.”

The fell silent, just holding each other, caressing each other. His hand slid to her upper back while hers made circles just over his heart.

“So what now?” he finally asked.

“Well…, I’ve been thinking. No one knows us in Europe, at least once we get to London. What if… we treat it as a full vacation?”

“You mean… keep doing it?”

“Mmm hmm. No one has to know…”

He chuckled. “No one knows now.”

“You know what I mean.” There was a hint of tease in her voice.

“So…” He paused to pick his words. “We treat it as a vacation from society’s rules.”

“Exactly.”

“I… I like that. So when do we start?”

She laughed.

“Seriously. Why wait ’til London?”

She chuckled and playfully slapped his chest.

He gently slid out from under her and rolled her onto her back. Her breath caught, but she didn’t stop him. He shifted until he could kiss one of her nipples.

“Mmm.” She ran her fingers through his hair.

He kissed and licked and suckled for a minute before switching to the other. She quietly moaned, so after a minute, he started to kiss his way down.

“No—”

He paused.

“I’m messy—”

He kissed her stomach. “I don’t mind.”

“You sure?”

He chuckled. “I’m going down on my mom. I can handle a little mess.”

She laughed and gently pushed his head lower.

By the time he reached her pussy, she was breathing hard. He skipped past her pubes and kissed the insides of her thighs. She wasn’t as messy as she’d feared, and mostly smelled of pussy. A quick tentative lick confirmed that was all he could taste as well. He slid his tongue along her lower lips until he reached her clit. Then he began to lick and suck in earnest.

She sighed with pleasure, and at first reached down to touch him, but then pulled her hands to her side as he continued. She clutched the sheets once he slid a finger inside. He licked and sucked and kissed and crooked his finger until she arched her back with a wordless cry and shuddered.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing that,” he said with a chuckle.

She laughed, warm and happy.

He shifted up and lined his cock up with her opening. Face to face, she smiled at him.

“Ready?” he asked.

She reached down and adjusted his position and then nodded.

He pushed forward as savored her heat as she enveloped him. She was slick enough that he kept going until his hips met hers.

“Oh, that’s nice,” she said.

“Mmm hmm.”

He eased back and the slid forward again. She shuddered in pleasure.

“You like that, Diane?”

“No—oh, I do like it—but don’t call me Diane.”

He paused and looked into her eyes.

“Diane was last night.”

He furrowed his brow.

“If… we’re going to break the rules, let’s break the rules. Call me Mom.”

“Ah… you want it nasty.”

She grinned.

“So…” He eased his cock back until he’d almost slipped out of her. “Mom…

“You want—”

He slammed into her, and she grunted.

“Your son—”

He slammed into her again.

“Yessss!” She tilted her head back as she cried out.

“—to fuck you—”

Slam.

“Hard!”

He thrust into her again, but then held still as deep as he could go. His cock throbbed, but he forced himself to hold back.

She panted and gasped and turned her head to the side.

“Say it,” he ordered.

“Say… say what?”

“You want your son to fuck you.”

“I want my son to fuck me!”

With a growl, he did just that. He pounded her as hard and as fast as he could. Her gasps grew and she pushed back against him. Her face contorted in agony and a devilish thought occurred to him.

He shifted his weight, grabbed one of her wrists, and pulled it above her head.

She groaned and wrapped her legs around him.

He put his lips near her ear as he continued to stroke in and out.

“You like your son’s cock?”

She groaned and nodded.

“You like it inside you?”

“Yessss…”

“You’re going to come… on your son’s cock?”

“Yesss…”

“Come for me!”

He thrust as deep as he could, and Mom gasped. She arched her back and shook, then bucked and did it again. He held still as her pussy convulsed around him. Her head jerked and her face flushed. He continued to hold still as her tremors peaked, and then died down.

She opened her eyes and gave him a loopy smile. “Your turn.”

“Inside you?”

“Come inside your mother.”

Two thrusts later, he exploded. The pleasure overwhelmed him, as he emptied himself into his mother’s pussy.

***

It took him several minutes to want to move. It wasn’t that he was out of breath. It was that every muscle in his body felt like jelly. Mom seemed the same way. She lay next to him, breathing steadily but barely moving. Finally, he found enough energy to crane his neck and look at the clock.

“You’re going to be late,” he said.

“Not going.”

“But it’s the closing session.”

“Still not going.”

He lifted up on his elbows so he could see her face. She had a blissed-out smile.

“So what are you going to do?”

She rolled on her side and grinned at him.

“I think… I’m going to suck my son’s cock until he’s hard enough for round two.”

He laughed. “A far better choice.”

***

Pete eased into the cab for their trip to the train station. After he fixed his seatbelt, he leaned back with a groan.

Mom climbed in next to him. She smirked.

“You okay?” she asked.

“I’m sore.”

“The Norse god of Thunder?” she joked. “Oh, that’s Thor.”

He rolled his eyes.

She leaned close so the driver couldn’t overhear. “I’m sore, too.”

“Your own fault.”

She chuckled. “We’ll take it easy tonight.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“I’ve got some ideas,” she teased.

He groaned and rolled his eyes.