Sightseeing

When Ben woke up he panicked, he’d been so exhausted after blowing his load while watching his mother that he’d forgotten a very crucial thing: cleaning up the evidence. His mother was an early riser and there was no way she’d miss the massive pool of cum splattered against her bedroom door.

“Morning sleepyhead” the voice of his mother sang. His eyes opened wide as he sat up from the converted couch, the bedsheet sliding down to his lap. “Your work-out regime is really paying off” she laughed, whistling in appreciation at his bare chest. How’d you sleep?

“M…morning mom… I… well okay I guess” he said, his eyes darting towards her bedroom door which… was completely clean. How was that possible? He thought. Did she… or was it a dream?

The memory itself was enough to further harden his morning wood, which he hastily covered with a pillow. His mother laughed. “Don’t worry about it honey, just a normal physical reaction for a young healthy man. Nothing to be ashamed about.”

“Mom!” Ben blushed. His mother just giggled in reply. He got up, wincing at his back.

“I guess the fold out couch isn’t great huh?” His mother comisserated. “Why don’t you go ahead and shower baby, I think I’ve left enough hot water for you. Get all the sweat from this hot night off you.”

“H…hot?” He just now noticed his mother was wearing a towel that just about covered her butt and didn’t quite cover all of her generous cleavage. Ben subconsciously licked his lips as part of him was praying she’d bend over just a little bit. His cock jumped up and seemed to agree with that wish.

His mother took a look at his twitching cock and giggled again. “You’re telling me this Spanish heat didn’t get to you? It certainly got to me…”

Ben opened and closed his mouth. “R… right. I’ll uhm, get to that”

“I’ll go make breakfast then sweetie”

Isabella beamed as her son practically ran to the shower, trying to conceal the massive prick straining to get out of his boxer shorts. Last night was… well… one of the best orgasms she’d ever had. Pleasuring herself while watching her big dicked son do the same? ‘What was that Katy Perry song again? It felt so good, it felt so right…’ she mused.

Very wrong of course. And not something that should continue or… get worse. But it had felt so good to be desired again. And especially by such a handsome young man. And again especially because he was her son! Of all people that he could be aroused by and it was his old mom! Isabella felt like she was floating.

‘No harm in a little flirting right? Giving him a little thrill?’ No harm at all a voice from deep within her seemed to say as she opened the windows and took a deep breath of the morning air. She felt like she was slowly getting used to the sweet scent here. He needed you last night, the voice seemed to continue. He needed his mommy.

And who was she to deny her son his mother when he needed her the most? Isabella hummed to herself as she prepared breakfast. She licked her lips as he exited the shower, wearing only his sweatpants, drops of water clinging to his physique.

“Eat up sweetheart, you’ll need the energy”

“I… I will?”

Isabella giggled. “Well yeah, aren’t we going on a trip today, see the sights? Make sure to wear comfortable shoes!”

“Oh… right, yeah” Ben smiled. “You don’t want to go shopping first?”

Isabella thought for a moment. “I think Ana gave me enough to survive another day, besides I really want to start seeing the sights. After today we’ll take a sort of rest day tomorrow and get some new stuff, al right?”

“It’s your clothes mom, whatever you want.”

As they got dressed after breakfast, Ben stared for a moment at his mother in a sundress that seemed too small in all the right places. “What do you think Ben? Ana’s clothes are kind of growing on me. Too much for your old mom?”

“Wow, you look… you’re not that old mom”

Isabella giggled. “I’ll take that as a compliment. Come on, you need to help me with the sunscreen” she said as she started applying it on herself, both her hands and Ben’s eyes lingering on her cleavage. “Do me?”

“Do…”

“My back honey, come on”

Ben stepped up to his mother as she let the shoulderstraps fall down. He slowly started to massage the cream into her shoulders and on her back.

“Mhmm… maybe I should get you to massage me later, talented hands like yours.” Ben blushed as his mother redid her straps. “Turn around” she ordered, Ben obeying instinctively, shivering at the contact as his mother started applying the cream to his own shoulders.

“Very nice” she said, trailing his back muscles. “Working out has done wonders for you” She pinched his ass and giggled, walking away.

“Mom!”

Isabella laughed. “Come on and get your shirt on. Unless you wanna walk around like that all day. Who knows, might get us a discount or two” she winked.

“Mom!”

Ben felt exhausted and looking at his mother it seemed she felt the same way. An entire day of walking, museums, landmarks and they were both beat up. He’d noticed his mother’s new flirty behavior had lessened a lot after they’d left Edipo, replaced by excitement over the city and the sights. He felt like his own head had cleared a bit as well. Jerking off over his own mother, what was he thinking?

‘I guess I was thinking how she’s really hot?’ he thought, grinning. ‘I blame all the OZ propaganda back home. Besides, this is just a holiday right? No harm done.’ They were taking the tram back to Edipo at the end of the day, his mother was sitting next to him, her head on her shoulders and eyes closed. He put his arm around her, holding her close. ‘This was just what we needed, get our minds off things’ he thought.

His mother startled awake when the tram stopped. “We there yet?” she murmured as he brushed her hair out of her face.

“Yeah, let’s go mom, get some dinner in us.”

She smiled beautifully. “My good boy, taking care of his mommy” she whispered as she kissed his cheek. The words and contact having an instant effect on Ben, his pants tightening as he inhaled the Edipo air. He felt like he was on a cloud again, all the aches and pains of the day forgotten as he walked out onto the street, his mother holding his arm and pressing her body against him.

Both of them seemed to be flirting while at a restaurant Javier had recommended. Giggling, smiling, their feet playing with each other. Ben felt like he was on a date instead of a dinner with his mom. And they weren’t alone in that either, most of the couples there seemed to be an older woman with a younger man, all flirting and caressing each other. ‘I bet none of them realize we’re mother and son’ Ben thought, smirking at the secret.

“I had a really great time today” Isabella said as they got back into the apartment. She looked up at her son and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “I’m going to go get ready for bed” She walked off, Ben staring at her back as he touched his lips. The door didn’t close all the way behind her, letting him see her dress fall to the floor, the light touching her naked back. His eyes quickly found her thong clad ass as she bent over the bed, grabbing a nightie. Her ass wriggling back and forth as slowly lifted it over her head.

Ben felt like he was about to burst out of his pants. Whatever clarity he had gotten today, it was out the window as he felt consumed by one thing, the love and lust for his mother. As if she felt it too, the door creaked open a bit more, showing his mother get into bed, not bothering with the sheet.

Slowly he moved towards the bedroom, his hand unconsciously loosening his belt and undoing the buttons. His pants dropped to the floor as he stepped out of them. He barely noticed the sound as he was focused on a different sound. The sound of moaning, coming from the door.

And there it was again, his mother slowly pushing several fingers into her pussy, her hips lifting off from the bed. His mouth open, Ben fished his cock from his pants and started masturbating to the sight. His cock throbbed, demanding release but unlike yesterday, it didn’t come. He stood there for what felt like hours, becoming needier and more ****. Until…

Isabella looked right at him and smiled. “Poor baby…” she half whispered, half moaned. “Come in sweetheart”

On autopilot he staggered into, consumed with need. “So big… so hard…” Isabella said as she waved her hand for him to come closer. “Tell me what you need baby…”

“I need… oh god… I need to come…” he begged.

Isabella smiled kindly, motherly as she pulled him onto the bed. “No god here baby, just your mother goddess” she giggled as she pulled his face to her chest. Ben moaned, his mouth almost instinctively latching onto the bared nipple as Isabella grabbed his cock. Ben’s now free hands held onto his mother while he nursed from her as she started to slowly jerk him off.

“That’s it sweetie, that’s it. Let mommy take care of you. Isabella moaned, her son’s sucking was pushing her over the edge as well as she stroked him. There they lay, mother and son, intimate in a way neither of them had planned for. Both of them needing the other, their combined lust pushing them over the edge as Ben started to shaking. Isabelle smiled, stroking his hair and holding him to her chest as her other hand kept stroking his cock, gripping it, never changing pace, slowly guiding him through his orgasm as he started to spurt.

“There you go baby, that’s it… come for mommy” she whispered in his ear, a last demanding suck on her nipple pushing her over the edge as she clamped onto him, shaking.

“Good boy” she whispered as he looked up at her, both relaxed and content. “Think you can get to sleep now?”

“Yes mom” Ben said, sighing happily. She kissed him. But not a motherly kiss goodnight, a kiss between lovers as she held her son, their tongues intertwining.

She smiled, placing another kiss on his forehead. “Good, then get to bed. Tomorrow we’re going shopping and you need to be rested up” Ben smiled, getting up and lumbering towards the couch as both of them drifted to sleep.