 been hard. I’m going to do great in school and get a good job so I can pay you back.” I saw tears forming in her eyes.
I grasped her cheeks in my hands and used my thumbs to wipe away the tears trickling down her cheeks. “I know. I love you,” I whispered before I pulled her lips to mine. I could feel her trembling. What was to be a brief, if passionate, kiss lasted a long time.   Her hips responded, pressing back to me.  We stepped apart quickly. I looked over my shoulder to see the bellhop standing behind us.
My face turned red when I realized I couldn’t turn around or he would see my erection. My mother saved the day by stepping around me and walking into the room with the bellhop. I sighed in relief and sat down in one of the cushioned chairs to let my erection subside. I heard my mother telling the bellhop to leave the suitcases near the bed. He told her where the controls for the air conditioner were and showed her how to adjust the temperature. Then she tipped him and he left after asking if there was anything else he could do.
“So, let’s unpack and then go down and explore the hotel,” my mother said when the door was closed.
“Sounds like a plan,” I returned.
We spent several hours walking around the hotel and exploring the village. After browsing the cheap trinket shops and looking in the windows of the very expensive jewelry and clothing shops on main-street, we were too tired to get dressed up to go out to dinner. We decided to have dinner at the casual grill bar that overlooked the pool and the ocean beyond. I ordered a burger and coke, and my mom ordered a large salad with one of the house specialty drinks—you know those fruity things with little palm tree stir sticks. She had several drinks. They must have contained a good deal of alcohol because by the time the second drink was done, I could see that my mother was looking quite relaxed.
I knew I had to find out about our sleeping arrangements as well as what was going to happen when we went back to the room. I guess I could have let it just happen, but I didn’t want to make a big mistake. I knew what I wanted to do, but I had no idea how far my mother was willing to let me go. I gathered up my courage and said, “Mom, what are we going to do when we get back to the room?” I said, starting out fine but then stuttering. “I mean, you know, uh … like … where we are going to sleep and you know … stuff?” My face turned beet red.
A big smile came to my face. “Can we go back to the room now?” I said, staring at her sweet lips. I knew what I wanted. So did she.
To say I was stunned by my mother’s graphic words would be an understatement. I opened my mouth but nothing came out.
“From the look on your face I think that you are interested,” she said with a naughty smile.
I nodded my head and quickly stood up. We paid the bill and hurried down the hall to the elevators. As soon as the elevator doors were closed and we were alone, I had her in my arms. She didn’t resist as my lips met hers. My hands slipped down her back and then under the waistband of her tight slacks.  I heard her moan into my mouth.  She responded by grinding her hips into mine. Luckily the elevator arrived at our floor before I could rip her clothes off her body. I grabbed her hand and practically dragged her down the hall and into our room. With the door closed, I had her in my arms again. My hands went to her shoulders and I began to apply pressure. Right there, inside the door, my mother went to her knees. 
 With some difficulty she fished it from the confines of my trousers. She pulled back and gazed at the swollen head. My cock had been leaking juice since we reached the hotel. 
“Oh God, Mom,” I gasped as I reached for her head and twisted my fingers in her hair. My hips began to move back and forth.  She knew just how to tease the skin under the crown with the tip of her tongue.  I knew that if she kept doing that I would cum in her mouth in just a few moments. But, suddenly she pulled away and looked up at me.

I moaned in frustration, but didn’t protest too much.
I began to wonder if my mother was ever going to come out of the bathroom. I was sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard, naked, watching one of the two channels we could get on the TV when my mother finally came in. I was already hard, but if I weren’t, her outfit would have done the trick. She had on a red and white plaid top and matching tiny skirt. She looked somewhat like a high school cheerleader.
I immediately wondered if she had panties on underneath. It didn’t take long to find out. She stepped onto the bed and straddled me. I could see directly under the tiny skirt. “God, Mom,” I gasped.  It was already swollen and wet.
I barely heard her words. I couldn’t believe this was my mother standing above me with her legs spread. I stared mutely.
“Jerry, are you there,” Mother asked, looking down at my wide eyes.
“Huh?” I stuttered.
“I thought you might.” With that she giggled and began to squat over my face.
As her pussy came closer and closer to me, I could smell her scent. It made my head spin.  I heard her intake of breath. Then to my great disappointment she pulled away.
“Now where were we before I went in to change?” she asked.
“You were sucking me,” I replied.
“Oh yes,” she said. 
“Ohhhh,” I gasped.   She wrapped her hand around my shaft and began to pump me.  It wasn’t going to take long for me to climax if she kept that up. I reached for her and began to direct her head and down. She pulled back and smiled up at me.
“Not yet,” she said.   She ran her tongue up and down the slit, collecting the juice and pulling it back into her mouth. I watched her face as she tasted my pre-cum juice. There was a look of serene pleasure when she tasted me. 
I waited as long as I could, trying to will my climax back. Eventually I couldn’t hold out any longer. “Mom,” I gasped. She moaned and took me deep into her mouth.   “Ahhhhh,” I cried and lifted my hips from the bed as my cum began rocketing up the shaft. It blasted into my mother’s sucking mouth with great force. Without hesitation she swallowed, moaning deep in her throat as she did. Blast after blast filled her mouth and all was quickly swallowed.
 Then I felt a tremor run through me when I saw her tongue come out and licked around her mouth, collecting any juice that had escaped. Her eyes flipped open as if she had been lost in a pleasant dream. 
While I was satisfied after the blow job, I was still excited about the week ahead, but more specifically about sleeping with my mother. I was also feeling a little guilty that I had only taken and given nothing back. I knew my mother had been excited as well. I could still see her wet pussy in my mind when she had stood over me earlier. A plan began to form in my mind as my mother readied herself for bed. I’m not sure what her plans were, but I suddenly knew what I wanted.
“Great day,” I said as I casually reached over and grasped her breast. I heard her quick intake of breath, indicating that she was still excited … great for my plan. I leaned close to her and nuzzled her neck, planting little kisses just under her ear.

I squeezed her breast and worked my lips upward until I reached her ear. I could feel her shiver as I gently bit her earlobe and then slowly circled my tongue around the soft skin. “Mom,” I said as I continued to kiss her ear.
“I want to do something to you,” I said just a tad breathless with excitement now.
“What?” she asked sounding a bit apprehensive.
“I … I …” I said and paused, my courage suddenly fading.
“What?” she asked again, turning her head toward me.
I could feel my face turning red.  I heard a sharp intake of breath.
When she didn’t say anything for a moment I thought I had screwed up. “I’m sorry,” I said quickly.
My heart was suddenly beating very rapidly. “Yes,” I managed to say.
“Your father … your father never liked doing that,” she said, still staring into my eyes. After a long moment she whispered, “I would love for you to eat me.” Then she lifted her head and kissed my lips softly, her fingers running through my hair.
Her words “eat me” sent a thrill through my body. I pulled her close, feeling her soft breast press to my chest. I pressed my lips firmer on hers. Her mouth opened and my tongue slipped inside. Her mouth was warm, wet, and sweet. I lost myself in her willing mouth and soft body. My head was spinning as my heart pounded with anticipation. I had never eaten a pussy before, but I knew I wanted to.  I pulled my lips from hers and began to