Exploring Europe with Mom

When we got off the elevator on our floor, she led me back to our room slowly and without a word. Walking slightly in front of me, I couldn't help but stare at her toned legs and perky ass. My cock was half erect already, and nothing had even happened.

As soon as the door to our suite closed behind me, mom twirled around and forcefully pushed me against the wall.

"Time for my dessert," she whispered with a smile.

She slowly kneeled before me and began to unbuckle my belt. She then slowly and teasingly unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. As they dropped to the floor, she carefully pulled my boxers down and pulled out my half-erect cock. She stared at it with an erotic awe and just held it in her hand. She then lowered her mouth and kissed the smooth tip, at which point I sighed.

Next, she drew her tongue across the slit in the head, removing the drop of pre-cum that had collected. "Tasty," is all she said.

She began to move her hand over my shaft, bringing me to full attention. Looking up at me, she coyly asked, "Can I have my dessert now?" Without hesitation, I uttered "Fuck yeah" and closed my eyes.

Mom licked her way up and down my now throbbing shaft, paying special attention to the head of my cock each time she reached it. Slurping noises filled the room as she licked me like a lollipop. Then, without warning, she took me in her mouth. First, she just took in a few inches, bobbing up and down with enthusiasm.

Then, she slid the rest of me down her throat like a pro. I had never had a woman take me all the way into her mouth and throat, and it felt amazing. She was playing my cock perfectly, and I was close to losing it.

"Do you want me to eat what you give me, Matty?" she said between slurps.

I nodded up and down so hard that I banged my head on the wall. "That's not going to be good enough," she scolded. "I need to hear you say it."

"I want you to swallow my cum, Lisa!" I uttered, holding back as long as I could.

With those words, she dove back on my cock and fucked it in and out of her mouth. Not being to hold it any longer, I felt my balls tighten up as I let out a groan and released myself into her wet mouth.

When the first stream of cum hit her throat, I heard her murmur a "Mmmm" sound. This only made me cum harder. Stream after stream of thick white spunk shot into her mouth, and she swallowed it as fast as I could give it. She continued to stroke my shaft as I filled her mouth, seeming to milk every last drop of semen from my member.

She continued sucking and licking the head of my cock, long after I was spent, but all that I had to give was resting in her stomach.

Done with her task, she rose to her feet, leaned in, and began kissing me deeply. I could taste my cum on her lips and tongue, but I didn't seem to mind. I kissed her like I have never kissed a woman before, passionately, like I was drawing breath from her body.

She began walking backwards into the living room, pulling me with her as we kissed. When we got to a plush chair next to the couch, she broke the kiss, sat in the chair, threw up her spread legs and said "Your turn, baby."

She didn't need to tell me twice. I knelt between her legs, ripped her panties off and starting eating her dripping snatch. She smelled of sex and let my tongue give her some of the relief she had just given me.

After licking and finger-fucking her pussy for a few minutes, she grabbed my face and said, "Is your little friend ready for more yet?"

We both looked down at my massive erection and smiled. Mom stood up from the chair, walked over to the window, opened the shades and said "I want you to fuck me in front of the city of Copenhagen."

The apartments across the way were peppered with lights, meaning that some were going to get a show if they happened to look out their windows.

I pulled the chair mom had just been sitting in over to the window, turned her around and bent her over the chair. I reached down and stroked my cock to full life, lining up the head with her white hot pussy lips. I dragged the tip up and down her wet lips, driving her crazy. Then, with one hand on her hip, I plunged myself into her. I didn't bother taking it easy, but rather threw almost my entire length into her. She shuddered forward with the force of my entrance and let out a moan.

I don't know if our neighbors were watching, but if they were, they would've seen me pound in and out my mother like I was in a race. She screamed as I hit spots inside her that hadn't been hit in years, if ever. I fucked her like an animal there on that chair for 10 minutes before emptying my seed into her waiting pussy for the second time in as many nights.

With the last of my cum deposited deep inside of my mom, I slid my softening cock out of her pussy, picked her up and carried her to bed. I tucked her in and spooned her from behind. She pulled my arm over her and held my hand to her chest.

We lay for a moment in silence, until a soft "I love you" filled the air. It was followed shortly after with "I love you too, Lisa" before we both fell asleep.

The next morning I once again woke up to an empty bed. This time, however, I could hear my mom in the bathroom. I poked my head in the door to see her sprawled out in the over-sized bathtub.

"Morning," I mumbled, slightly startling her.

"Good morning, baby," she lovingly replied. "Care to join me?"

It took me all of about 2 seconds to get naked and join her in the hot soapy water. We sat facing each other, our legs rubbing up against one another. Leaning in, I kissed her deeply, the kind of kiss that was starting to feel way too natural. I ran my hands up her leg under the water, and it was super smooth to the touch.

"Feel nice, don't they?" she asked. "You just missed me shaving them."

"Don't suppose you shaved anything else?" I coyly asked. I had never been with a woman who was completely shaved downstairs, so the question was half joke, half curiosity.

"I didn't, but would you want me too?" she replied. She could see that I was excited by the idea, so mom reached for her razor and shaving gel, sat on the edge of the tub, and said, "Okay, but only if you help me."

I sat up straight and my face got serious. I had never shaved a woman's pussy, and the thought of hurting her was less than exciting.

"I don't know," I said. "What if I cut you by accident?"

She laughed and gestured me over. "I won't let you hurt me. Don't worry."

She lathered up some of the shaving gel and spread it all over her pussy, from the lips and her inner thighs to the little mound of pubic hair above. She put the razor in my hand and guided my stroke down her inner thigh. When that stroke was done, I rinsed off the razor and made a second stroke right next to it. I continued to repeat this until we had cleaned up the area around her thighs and pussy lips. I brought the razor up to her pubic area and stopped before proceeding.

"You sure you want me to continue?" I said.

She looked at me with a grin and said, "If my lover wants it, I want it."

Together, we removed every last hair until she was smooth as the day she was born.

"Do you like it?" she asked, ignoring the fact that I was staring intently at her newly smooth pussy.

"I think I love it," I said. "But I need to give it a test drive."

I pulled her out of the tub and walked her into the spacious stand-up rain shower. As how water poured over our heads, I pulled mom in close, put my hand between her legs and began to run my fingers over he now cleanly shaven pussy. Her eyes closed and her head tilted back as I rubbed her clit with my finger tips over and over. Her arousal made me hard, and she immediately took notice.

As I continued to play with her pussy, she stroked me to a full erection. Once there, she looked at me coyly and said, "So, I did something for you that you'd fantasized about. Do I get the favor returned?"

Not sure what to expect, but knowing she wouldn't lead me astray, I said "Fair is fair."

"Okay," she said. "But just remember you said that."

Then, she sat on the stone shower bench and took my hard member in her mouth. She did her usual magic tongue work until I was just about ready to pop. She could sense the throbbing in my shaft and see my balls tighten, so she looked up at me with those same devilish eyes I'd seen so many times.

Just then, she pulled my cock from her mouth and pointed it at her tits. Stream after stream of creamy white seed plastered her breasts and dripped down her stomach to her now smooth pussy. By the time I was done, her front side looked like a painting by one of those artists who throws paint against a wall.

I looked down at her smiling face and asked her if the favor had been repaid. She laughed and said, "Not until you lick it off."

I immediately tried to back out of the deal, but she held firm.

"Fair is fair, remember?" she taunted.

Not wanting to break my word, I dropped to my knees, laid her back on the stone bench, and leaned over her. Normally, the recognizable scent of cum would've turned me off, but the vision of her body covered in my cum was having the opposite effect.

I dashed my tongue over one of her nipples, removing a few drops of white juice. It tasted salty, but not as bad as I imagined. This removed the inhibition from my brain, eased my mind a bit.

I used my tongue to clean my cum off of both of her tits and her stomach. I knew that my loads were usually huge, but I had no idea how huge. I slurped every drop as if I would never eat again. My mom was enjoying the view of me licking the mess I'd made off her body, so much so that she made me stop to kiss her so she could taste my juices.

Once I had cleaned off her torso, I followed the trail of my load down to her pussy. I licked it clean, giving it a little extra attention after I was done. All the while, I stroked my cock back to life. My little snack had made me horny as hell.

I lifted up her sticky body by cupping my hands on her ask cheeks and carrying her over to the running water. As the water rained down on us, she wrapped her legs around me tight.

"It's time to give that smooth pussy of yours a real test," I said.

"You sure you have any left for me, baby?" she teased.

Without a word, I lifted her up a bit, positioned my cock below her pussy, and lowered her down.

The luck of Irish was on my side, as I slid into her perfectly on the first try. Her tight, smooth pussy rode up and down on my pole for a about ten minutes before I started to lose control again.

She could see the strain on my face and said, "Tell me I'm yours, baby."

"You're mine," I replied.

"Tell me you'll never leave me," she followed.

"I'll never leave you," I uttered. "You, your pussy, every inch of you is mine forever."

She put her head back and screamed "Yes!" I couldn't tell it was an orgasmic scream, or a scream of joy that at what I had said. It didn't matter, and both were true for me. I pumped another load deep inside her, and then we washed ourselves clean.

As the day went on, mom and I both noticed that we were acting more and more like a couple in public. We held hands constantly, kissed each other whenever the moment struck and behaved like we were a new couple.

Being in a foreign country where no one knew us as mother and son helped. We didn't feel inhibited by others' morals and could just be ourselves with one another. It was obvious that if we hadn't already, we were definitely falling in love.

We ended up at a jazz club later that night, per my mom's suggestion. The place was dimly lit, and for whatever devious intentions, she instructed the hostess to seat us in a booth in the back. We had a couple of cocktails, kissed, talked and just basically enjoyed being together.

When the lights lowered even more for the main act, mom's true intentions came to light. As the music filled the room, she unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. Between the low lights, the table in front of us and our location in the back of the room, it was a pretty safe bet that no one could see. All the same, I was more than a little nervous.

Despite my anxiety, mom was able to bring my eight-inch friend to life with only a few strokes. As I continued to look for unexpected visitors, mom casually spit in her hand and began massaging my cock expertly.

As her hand slid up and down the length of my shaft, she leaned over and said, "When you're ready to pop, just squeeze my leg." I didn't say a word, but she could tell I understood.

The danger of the situation was thrilling, and I felt myself losing it. I reached down to her thigh and squeezed.

As if she was a well-oiled machine, her head dipped down to my lap so fast I could barely see it happen. She wrapped her lips around my tip of my cock just as cum began streaming from it. She gobbled up every drop and was back sitting upright in no time flat. You would've never guessed anything out of the ordinary had happened if you hadn't watched carefully. I must've looked stunned, because she couldn't stop laughing at my expression.

That night when we crawled into bed, mom stopped me before I kissed her and said, "Will you make love to me?"

Not really registering what she had said, I nodded and leaned in to kiss her again.

She stopped me again with a tender look on her face and said, "I don't mean 'fuck,' Matty," she said. "I mean, really make love to me."

I understood exactly what she meant. Everything to this point had been amazing, but make no mistake, we had been fucking like animals. What she wanted was to truly be together the way only two people in love can be together. I wanted it too.

That night we made love for the first time. It was passionate, erotic and tender, all at the same time. We touched each other in new ways, saw ourselves in each other's eyes and gave ourselves completely to the moment. After, we slept in each other's arms the entire night.

The next day, we were walking in a park not far from our hotel, when we decided to sit on a bench by the playground. We watched as children chased one another and played throughout the various slides, swings and mazes. Then, mom turned to face me. I could tell she was searching for the words, but couldn't find them.

"What is it?" I asked her, putting her hand in mine.

"You know that I had you when I was very young, right?" she said. "Well, between that and the fact that I was in an unhappy marriage for so many years, the thought of having another baby was the furthest thing from my mind."

"I know that," I said. "It's been hard for you all these years."

"Well," she said while looking down at her lap. "This last week has made me realize that I can feel love again. I know that because I've fallen in love with you."

My heart jumping at hearing what I'd hoped was true, I smiled and said "I love you too."

"I think I knew that," she started. "But there's more. You know that I've been on the pill this entire time. Well, I used up the last one in my prescription yesterday, and I've decided I'm not going to start a new set."

Not knowing how to react, a confused look rushed over my face.

"More than anything in this world, I want to have a baby with you," she said. "I know how that me being your mother makes everything very confusing and complicated, so I'll understand if you don't feel or want the same thing. But if you don't, and we continue to make love, you'll need to use a condom from now on. It's up to you, but I bought a box at the store today just in case. Either way, you know I love you, right?"

"I do," I said.

I hugged her and held her in my arms for what seemed like hours in that park. As the sun started to set, though, we decided it was time to head back to our suite. When we got back to the suite, I asked mom if she wanted to go get dinner or order room service. Emotionally drained, she politely declined and said she was going to turn in early.

Confused by my feelings, I decided to go down to the hotel bar for a drink. I sat staring at my beer for an hour, thinking about all that had happened and all that she had said. I knew I loved her, but starting a family together and spending the rest of my life with my mother? It all seemed so far-fetched and crazy. I had never felt so conflicted in my life.

When I returned to the suite, it was deathly quiet. I walked to my mother's room and knocked on the door lightly.

"Lisa," I whispered. "Are you awake?"

Mom turned over and looked at me, obviously not having been able to sleep. As I walked closer, I could see she was crying.

"Please don't cry," I whispered, wiping a tear from her eye. "You know I love you too, right?"

She nodded and feigned a smile. I leaned in and kissed her lips softly. The moment our lips met, I felt as though everything was clear. I leaned in and kissed her again, this time a little more deeply. She could feel there was more to that kiss and kissed me back.

I lay down next to her and continued to kiss her lovingly. After a minute, my mother reached down and pulled my shirt up over my head. Within moments, we had stripped one another of every last piece of clothing and were rolling on the bed skin against skin.

I kissed my way down her neck and took her nipple in my mouth. At the same time, my hand moved between her legs to feel that her smooth pussy was already soaking wet. In one swift motion, I moved myself between her legs and spread them with my knees. I looked at her with love in my eyes and kissed her deeply.

"I'll grab a condom," she said, reaching to pull open the nightstand drawer. I grabbed her hand and pulled it back between us.

"Not tonight," I whispered. "Not ever again."

When she heard the words, her eyes brightened. She smiled and pulled me to her for a deep kiss. It was almost hard to breath, we were so entwined.

Her legs spread further apart, begging for my cock to find its home. It didn't take me long to find a warm, wet pussy waiting to be filled.

As the tip of my member touched her entrance, she immediately pushed her hips up to meet me. By this time, my mom's pussy was used to taking me in fully, and I slid in easily. I felt her pussy walls grip my entire length as I entered her. She was going to grip me as best she could for as long as she could.

Over the course of the past few days, we had fucked plenty of times. We had even made love. But the feeling of making love for the purpose of making a baby was something I could hardly fathom. As I looked down at my lover, I realized what all the fuss was about. This love thing was powerful.

I was moving with purpose into her waiting warmth, when all of the sudden she rolled over on top of me and began riding me. I liked how she took over, and I sensed it was because her being on top put her in control, making it harder for me to have second thoughts. As she rode my throbbing cock, my mom pulled my hands up to her breasts, squeezing them with me. I pinched her nipples while she intensely moved on top of me, her moans filling the room.

It felt perfect to have her on top of me, and I didn't want it to end. She leaned herself down to me and kissed me hard, her tongue jousting with mine for a few second. Then, she broke the kiss and asked, "Are you sure you want this?"

I looked at my mom as I had never looked at her before and said, "I've never wanted anything more in my entire life." Those words brought a giant smile to her face. She sat back up and began riding me harder than ever.

The intensity of it all started to get to me, and I felt myself slipping. Like a psychic, she sensed her baby boy turned lover was at his end.

"Fill me up, Matty!" she yelled. "Give me your baby."

Then, it happened. With the force of an atomic bomb, I erupted into her. Streams of my best swimmers shot deep into her waiting womb looking for their target.