When mom told me she planned a vacation the day after I celebrated my college graduation, I was ecstatic. I had worked hard for years, it was time for some time off, and I couldn’t wait to kick back and relax. Unfortunately my dad and siblings couldn’t make it, but mom and I got along great together. The next morning, mom and I went to the airport. I noticed mom had a very short skirt on, I guess she was excited and dressed for the beach. I also noticed that she had incredibly toned legs, and I couldn’t help but stare whenever I could, walking behind her. When we were picking up our tickets, a gust of wind blew her skirt up, and I got a full view of her ass. I immediately felt the pressure in my pants grow, and feral thoughts of what I could do to her began to float through my mind. Well, I guess I’ve had some latent sexual feelings for my mother. It’s a good thing I had a long flight ahead of me to work through these feelings, so we could freely enjoy our time together. But to my surprise, I couldn’t rationalize these lustful feelings and make them go away. Instead, I spent the whole flight completely hard, thinking increasingly perverted thoughts about my mother. First I imagined putting my hands on her thighs and having an open conversation with her as a distraction. This fantasy was guided by my constantly-shifting mother in the seat beside me. She kept crossing and un-crossing her legs, and fidgeting with her skirt. What if I just reached out and asked her if she was comfortable? Next I imagined what it’d be like if she reached over and stuck her hand down my pants, and wrapped her slender fingers around my dick. Of course, what if we had sex? Mile-high club with mom? Needless to say, I was on the verge of cumming in my pants by the end of the flight.
We got to our hotel, and it was phenomenal. Great kitchen, great TV, the whole bit. But nothing was as phenomenal as my mom. We were going out on our first night here, and she was dressed to the max. A maroon, low-cut dress to complement the perfect tan of her legs, a sexy shade of hot-pink nail polish, and, if my quick glimpse was accurate, a pink-and-white striped thong. I was having a hard time breathing normally. “Oh fuck, it’s so hot down here,” I heard mom say. What the hell? Mom never swore. Come to think of it, she didn’t really dress this way either. Crazy fantasies started growing in my mind – what if mom was trying to seduce me? Is that why she dressed so scantily from the moment we left for the airport? Did she plan a time when only she and I were free? Did she want to go out to lower our inhibitions? I knew my dick was thinking for me, so I excused myself and went to the bathroom to rub one out. I gushed out ropes of cum as I masturbated to my mom. Maybe the best nut I’ve ever had. When I walked out I was startled to see mom right outside of the door.
“Oh hi honey, are you ready to go out?”
One side of me wanted to believe she had been listening, or even looking, at me. Whatever the case was, all vacations with mom had always been memorable when I was a kid, and I felt like now as an adult, that wasn’t going to change.
