Keep fucking Mom

The very next morning I decided to hang back at the condo again, rather than join Dad on the beach. Mom knew better than to take a shower with me still in the hotel room, but that didn’t matter. As soon as Dad was gone I approached my mother and planted a kiss right on her mouth, wrapping one hand around her waist to grab at her full, firm ass, and groping one of her huge, soft melons through her pajama top with my other hand. Mom tried to protest, but my mouth over hers silenced her complaints, and her half-hearted resistance lasted only until I managed to bring one hand around to push it down the front of her pajama pants to begin rubbing her pussy. I was delighted to learn that morning that Mom didn’t wear panties under her pajamas, after all.

Mom taught me how to eat pussy that morning, and I would practice the skill all eleven of the remaining twelve days of our vacation (things were too hectic on the day we left for any hanky-panky). I also fucked my mother fourteen more times during that vacation: at least once every morning (again, except for the last day), and on three lucky afternoons when Dad was conveniently off doing something else for a few hours, we went at it again for a second round.

On that first day after I lost my virginity with her, Mom refused to actually fuck me, even after she’d taught me how to eat her pussy. I didn’t back down, however. Between threats of telling Dad and actually forcing her legs open so I could push my hard cock into her come-and-saliva-soaked cunt, I managed to break past her resistance, and drove her to a set of intense multiple orgasms.

After that morning Mom didn’t bother to resist me anymore. I took it she had realized both that it was futile, and that she herself couldn’t resist the temptation for more than a few minutes. In fact, she became almost as eager as I was after a few days. Occasionally when we were out in public, or when Dad was at the condo with us, Mom would tempt me with quick flashes down her blouse or up her skirt when nobody else could see what she was doing. Sometimes she would practically attack my pants the minute we were alone together, and suck my cock as if my cum was the elixir of life.

After the two weeks of our vacation were up, and we all returned home from the beachside vacation, for some reason my mother assumed that the surreal incestuous interlude was over. In her mind it was a practically out-of-body experience that was limited to the unfamiliar environment of the vacation condo. Now that we were back in the familiar surroundings of home, she thought everything would go back to normal.

Nothing could have been farther from the truth. The beach trip had been my father’s only time off work, but it was just the beginning of my summer vacation from school, and Mom was home all the time. Once we were back home and Dad was off at work almost all day, every day, we had even more time alone together, not less.

Dad left for work at about seven-thirty in the morning. Normally, I would have slept in until noon during the summer, unless my mom **** me out of bed to do some summer chores. This summer, however, I made sure to wake up almost as early as my father. As soon as he was gone, I would find my pajama-clad Mom, strip her naked, and we would spend the next hour or so practicing my pussy-eating skills, and then fucking. For the next ten hours, before we would have to start showering and cleaning up in time for everything to look normal when Dad came home at around eight o’clock, I would fuck my mother about three or four times, and spend the hours in between romping around naked with her, tickling or teasing or kissing or cuddling or massaging each other, or getting blowjobs, or practicing eating pussy. It was a summer of nearly non-stop sex for both of us.