Mom Can't Hold It

As I spoke, I moved quickly towards my suitcase laying on the floor across the room. I made sure to keep eye contact with Mom, hoping to keep her eyes on me so she'd get the whole show as I bent over to search my bag. Her eyes hadn't left me as I turned my back to her and stooped down. I felt the towel move up and the cool air reach my wet butt. As I bent, I was sure to spread my legs as wide as I could without it seeming unnatural.

"Hun, would you be more careful? You're not leaving much to my imagination." Mom said in an embarrassed but playful voice. It caused my heart to flutter with excitement knowing she had seen me.

"Sorry Mom," I said trying to keep my voice even and natural. "Just look away for a sec. I'm gonna drop this towel so I can search with both hands."

I did exactly that, letting the towel slip off of my waist. Even though it hadn't been covering much, it still felt strange to be truly naked in front of my mom. I felt a nervous quiver in my gut, but I ignored it. I wanted this. I wanted her to see me nude, to admire my slender, firm, young body. It didn't matter how I felt anyway. Mom had probably looked away the second my ass started to show.

I found the boxers I'd be wearing to bed in a second, but I pretended to have trouble finding them, giving as much time as I could to the remote chance Mom would peek at me.

I pulled on my underwear and joined Mom in bed. I gave her a kiss on the cheek, something I normally don't do, and said goodnight. Mom gave me a kiss back. Her lips were so soft, and felt like heaven on my cheek. I wanted to turn and press my lips to hers, but that was too much too fast.

I wanted my own mom in every way possible. Seducing her was dangerous and probably illegal in most states. I'd have to be cautious and take things slow. This night was just the first step, it may take years before anything would come of it.

We both settled down, each taking our own half of the bed, and turned off the light. In just a few minutes Mom's breathing leveled out, and she stopped shifting her position. I gently worked my way over to her side of the bed and quietly whispered "Mom". When she didn't react I let my voice get louder, "Mom...Mom...Mom!" My volume increased each time until I was no longer whispering, but speaking softly. Finally, to make absolutely sure she was asleep, I gave her shoulder a gentle shove. Mom didn't react at all, so I knew she was out for the night.

Once I was confident she wouldn't be waking up, I crept out of bed. I located my cell phone in the dark room and set the alarm clock to 5:30 AM. Mom usually got up at around six, a chronic early bird, and I wanted to be up before her. I also grabbed a pair of headphones and plugged them into the phone. That way I'd be the only one getting an early wake up call. After I finished, I settled back into bed and popped one of the headphone buds into my ear. It would be a bit uncomfortable sleeping, but well worth it to see Mom's reaction to what I was about to do.

I slowly crept towards her and snuggled up against her body. Once again my impeccable luck held out, and Mom was in the perfect position. She was on her side facing away from me, so I was able to press my whole body against hers. I pressed my rapidly stiffening cock right up against her soft, panty coved ass. Mom didn't react to my advance, and my confidence began to grow. Feeling bold, I let my arm drape over her, and let my hand gently rest on her perfect breast. My face was close to the back of Mom's head. Her hair, still damp from the shower, tickled my nose and smelled sweetly of the fruity shampoo she had been using for years.

I tried to get some sleep, but it was difficult. The ear piece was uncomfortable, but not that bad. What was really keeping me up was Mom's voluptuous body. This rare chance to feel her was too good to miss a second of. However, I had to keep myself under control. Even though I wanted to maul her tits and thrust my stiff dick into her ass, I had to restrain myself to gentle rubs and soft presses. I didn't want to wake her. If she did wake up, I wanted her to think our position was something that had happened naturally as we slept and any groping I was doing was caused by unconscious dreaming or pure instinct.

As I couldn't satisfy the lust burning within me, I forced myself to sleep. It took time and a great force of will, but eventually I nodded off. Of course, I wasn't sleeping for long when a shrill buzz began to fill my ear. My early alarm went off and I barley restrained myself from jerking upright in surprise. I carefully killed the alarm, pulled the headphones off, and placed the phone on the night stand.

Mom was, thankfully, still sleeping soundly in the same position I had left her. I fished my hard cock out through the fly of my boxers and settled down into the same position as before. I was unable to keep myself completely in check. The soft, thin, silky cloth covering Mom's ass felt too good against my bare cockhead. The pace and strength of my thrusts increased until I was firmly grinding against Mom's butt.

She finally took notice of my molestation and began to stir. She let out a happy sigh, seemingly enjoying the stimulation on her rump and tit.

"Oh, Andrew" she cooed, taking my breath away. She knew it was my dick, and she was loving it. Unfortunately, it quickly dawned on me that my father and I shared a name, and Mom most likely thought it was her husband humping against her.

"Oh my," Mom gasped in surprise, realizing whose dick was forcing its way into her ass crack. She gave a little chuckle, shook her head, and said "Men" in a playfully mocking tone. She may not have been sent into fits of lust by my cock, but at least she wasn't furious.

Mom gently pulled my hand away from her breast, and I could only give a little resistance and still feign sleep. When she was untangled from my arm she slipped out of bed, leaving me alone. Instantly, I missed the warmth of her body.

I heard the bathroom door shut, and I stealthily looked around the room to make sure Mom had gone in. When I was sure she was safely in the bathroom, I leapt out of bed and rushed over to the door, pressing my ear against it. Inside, I could hear Mom quietly humming to herself.

Had I missed it? Had Mom been quick and finished already? No, I just barely heard the faint rustle of fabric as Mom stripped off her underpants. Then there was the clink of porcelain as she opened the toilet and sat herself down. The next thing I heard was pure music. The strong unmistakable sound of urine filling the toilet bowl. I couldn't help but grab my cock at that heavenly sound.

I pressed my ear harder against the door and listened as carefully as I could. Mom's bladder must have been real full because she was putting on a wonderful concert. At first all I heard was the quiet, gentle tinkle of liquid striking porcelain, telling me that Mom was pushing hard, her piss flowing out fast, her stream strong enough to clear the water below.

I could tell when Mom's bladder was getting empty. Her stream began to weaken and the sound changed, becoming a loud splash as the stream began to hit the water. The splashing grew quieter and quieter, until it was barley a trickle. Then when it was almost silent, there was one final loud splash as Mom forced the last bit of pee inside her out. After, there was a moment of silence.

My whole body tensed as I prepared to run back to the bed. Mom would likely take a shower now, but she may need something in the room first. I listened carefully, waiting to hear if Mom would head for the shower or come to the door, forcing me to abort my espionage. The silence continued, she hadn't moved from her seat.

Then I heard something I could barley believe. A single muffled moan. I listened all the more carefully, and I could just barely hear it. Mom kept moaning and gasping for air. This new chorus continued, picking up speed and growing in volume. Was it possible? Could anyone be this lucky? Was Mom masturbating?

"Oh yes," She murmured under her breath as if answering my questions.

My heart nearly beat its way through my ribs, and my cock almost burst with lust. There was no doubt in my mind, Mom was masturbating. She was in there right now rubbing her wet pussy, and I knew it was because she woke up with my hard cock humping against her.

Normally, I would never have had the courage to do what I was thinking, but lust and excitement were driving me mad. I moved quickly and found a pair of pants that would do a decent job of hiding my bulge. Then I rushed back to the bathroom door and placed my hand on the knob. It would be unlocked, she never locked doors. I took one final deep breath of air, and with one quick motion turned the knob, threw the door open, and burst into the small room, shouting "Mom?" in the most concerned voice I could muster.

There she was nude from the waist down, her skin flushed with arousal and the exertion of masturbation. Her head was rolled back, eyes shut. Her legs were spread wide, both her hands working quickly on her swollen, wet, pink pussy. Her left hand was on her clit, rubbing the sensitive button; her right was thrusting into herself with a pair of fingers. Seeing Mom lost in her masturbation session was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, but I couldn't help but be a little disappointed. I wished she was topless, showing me her sumptuous tits, and I couldn't see much of her pussy with her hands working on it.

Mom's head snapped forward when her sex clouded brain registered I was there. She pulled her hand out of her wet hole and used it to cover herself completely.

"What the fuck Andrew!" She shouted at me. "Out! Get out!"

"Sorry," I quickly said, backing out of the room and slamming the door behind me.

I sat down on the bed and waited for Mom. She had been way more angry than expected. She almost never dropped F bombs. Less than a minute later, Mom came out of the bathroom. Thankfully, she seemed to have calmed down. Her face looked mixed between being sheepish and irritated, but there was no anger. She had put on the jeans she had wet yesterday. They were the only pants available to her, and she obviously didn't want to be around me in just her underwear.

"Andrew, what were you thinking? Why would you burst in on me like that?" Mom started. Her voice sounded more worried than judgmental.

"Sorry Mom," I replied not looking at her. I was a terrible liar when it came down to it, but I could manage if I didn't look her in the eye. Hopefully, Mom would think I was too embarrassed and ashamed to meet her gaze. "I heard you making strange sounds and I thought maybe you fell and were hurt or something. I knocked and called your name but you didn't seem to hear me, so I got really worried. I never thought of you... doing that... so I came in to help."

"Oh. You knocked? I'm sorry I didn't hear," Mom replied.

"It's okay, but you must have been getting pretty into it not to hear me."

"I'm sorry you saw me like that. You must be freaking out. I bet you never expected your mother to do something like that. This weekend is just full of me getting caught doing embarrassing things."

"I'm alright. It's perfectly natural. Everyone does it. I just never thought of you doing it until now."

"Well, even moms are human too, we get our urges."

"Yeah," I agreed. "So, are we good Mom?"

"If you're good, then I'm good."

"I'm good."

"Good."

There was a long silence between us. Neither of us knew what to say next. Finally, I grew bold and made my next move.

"Well, I'm gonna go for a nice early morning swim. If you want to join me, that's great. If not, that's okay too. Also, I know it takes women a long time to get dressed, so if you come out in, say, ten minutes I won't think anything weird about it."

"Andy, are you saying..."

"I'm saying I know it sucks to get interrupted. I don't know about girls, but for guys it's almost painful, so... if you need extra time getting dressed, I get that."

I gave Mom a wink, grabbed my swim trucks, changed in the bathroom and headed out to the pool. All the while Mom had a bemused but thoughtful look on her face, carefully considering my offer.

The pool was empty, and I jumped right in. I immediately started swimming laps, keeping my body warm from the cool spring morning and cold water. My muscles started to tire, so I pulled myself out of the water, not wanting to stay in the chilly liquid if I wasn't moving. When I checked my cell, a full 20 minutes had passed since I came out to the pool, and there was still no sign of Mom. She was a regular fish and loved to swim anytime, in any weather so she must have been "getting dressed."

It was another five minutes before Mom joined me.

"Hey, how's it going?" She said, walking up beside the pool chair I was resting in. Mom was obviously uncomfortable, her voice straining to sound casual, and her face red with embarrassment.

"Everything's good," I replied calmly. "How are things on your end?"

"Fine, great, fine," Mom stammered. She paused and gave me a look, expecting me to tease her about what she had been doing. When I didn't say anything, Mom gave a curt nod and headed to the water. I swung out of my chair to follow her, all the while watching her gorgeous body in its swimwear. It was a relatively modest one piece, but it was still tight and accentuated Mom's sexy curves beautifully.

The two of us swam for about an hour, sometimes racing each other as we swam laps, and sometimes playing and splashing like we were a pair of kids. It was all a ton of fun, but we both got tired and agreed it was time to hit the hot tub for a relaxing dip.

As I sunk into the steaming water, every muscle in my body relaxed, enjoying the heat and massaging jets. Mom dropped into the water next to me while letting out the type of moan reserved only for lovers and hot tubs. I wanted to make her moan like that for me.

I couldn't sleep in the hot tub, but I shut my eyes and let myself drift into a trance. Time slipped away and all thoughts left my head. At some point, I felt a weight pressing against me. Mom had let herself relax and her body leaned against me, her head gently resting against mine. She wrapped her arm around me, gripping my shoulder in a gentle hug.

We sat like that for a long time until Mom pulled away, snapping me out of my daze. She was starting to stand up as I opened my eyes.

"Where are you going?" I asked "Gonna leave me here to fall asleep and drown?"

"You're a big boy, I think you'll manage without me for a little while. I just have to run to the ladies' room," Mom replied.

"Why?"

"To pee, why else?"

"Yeah, I get why, I just mean why get out of the water?"

"What are you saying, just pee in the pool?" Mom asked raising her eyebrow.

"Sure, everyone does it. I've gone like seven times already."

"Seven times, really?"

"Okay, maybe once, but my point still stands. Besides piss is sterile, remember. And even if it wasn't, there's enough chlorine in here to drop a bull moose. A little pee won't hurt a thing. Plus, I've already seen you wet yourself, so you've got nothing to be embarrassed about."

Mom may have blushed as I mentioned the wetting incident again, but it was hard to tell with her face flushed from the warm water.

"I've got plenty to be embarrassed about," Mom retorted. "Just this weekend you've seen me in enough embarrassing situations to last a life time."

"Pissing and masturbating are nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone does both. Me, you, everyone. Please don't get out. I like having you here, and I really don't mind."

Mom replied with a sigh. At first I thought she was exasperated at my insistence, but I realized that wasn't the case. She was doing it. She was really peeing in front of me again. I managed to stifle a lustful groan, but I couldn't stop staring at her. Thankfully, Mom's eyes were shut, so I could look to my heart's content. She finished with a satisfied "Ahhh" and her eyes slowly opened.

"You know, that was actually kind of fun," Mom said with an embarrassed but playful chuckle.

"Yeah," was the only response I could muster, my throat dry. I'd just seen the most perfect woman in the world perform a most private act for the second time. And this time, she had shown me willingly while we were shoulder to shoulder. Now her piss was swirling around the tub. Diluted as it was, Mom had technically peed on me. My cock was hard as stone.

"You Okay?" Mom asked.

"I'm fine," I grunted in response.

Mom nodded and settled her body back against mine, the same position she had been in before pissing. I let my head rest against hers and dreamed she knew what she had just done to me. Naturally, Mom was oblivious to how horny she was making me. She couldn't know I loved piss, couldn't know I wanted to fuck my own mother. Maybe if she knew, she'd let me rip off that bathing suit, let me look into the place that had given me life, let me fuck her sopping, maternal pussy. Of course it was all just a dream, for now.

Not a minute later, I felt something cold and wet strike the end of my nose. I opened my eyes and lifted my hands out of the water spreading them flat. Sure enough, more drops hit me as it began to rain.

"Is it raining?" Mom asked somewhat rhetorically. The skies were really opening up, the rain coming down harder and harder. "You want to head back inside?"

"We're already wet, right? A little rain's not gonna hurt us," I replied.

"Alright," Mom started to say, but was cut off by the rumble of thunder. "Scratch that. We're going in. Rain won't hurt us, but a little lightning will," She quickly hopped out of the pool and grabbed her things.

"Come on, Andrew. Hurry up."

"Right behind you. Just give me a minute."

"No, you come right now. If you can hear it, it can hit you. Come on," Mom's tone was strict and authoritative.

"All right, but don't laugh at me."

"Why would I...Oh!"

As I stood up Mom got a full view of the tent I was pitching. My wet, clinging trucks did exactly nothing to conceal how hard my cock was.

"What caused that?" Mom asked playfully as we darted back to the hotel room.

"MOM! Uncomfortable question. What caused you to get all hot and bothered this morning?"

Mom blushed "Sorry I was just teasing"

"Well, if you really want to know, it was being in the hot tub. Hot tubs are naturally sexy places, and it had an effect on me. That's all," I said while sliding the keycard into our door.

As we stepped inside, Mom answered, "Well, if we're being honest, what got me going was sleeping in a hotel bed. It gets me every time, thinking about how many people have done it, right where I'm sleeping. Those sheets we're using are probably like 70% sex fluids at this point."

"TMI, Mom." It wasn't too much information at all. I'd like to know more in fact, but I wasn't ready for her to know that yet.

"You started it," Mom said

"No, you started it. But who's keeping track?"

We both had a good laugh at the strange conversation we had just had. Maybe my little plan was working, maybe I was making Mom horny, or at the very least more comfortable talking sex with me.

Mom clicked on the TV and set it to the weather channel. The mustachioed weather reporter was pointing to an enormous red blob lazily drifting across the map.

"This is the worst storm front we've seen in some time," the reported stated. "It grew far more rapidly than anyone could have predicted. It's a slow moving cell, and it seems to be growing as it goes. Expect extremely heavy rains and thick fog. We're advising all drivers to stay off the roads today. These conditions are extremely dangerous. The silver lining is that everything should be cleared up tomorrow."