Overseas Mother and Child Birthday Trip Series

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Chapter 1: My Birthday Gift - A Trip
My name is Liu Xing, and I just turned 18 this year. During summer vacation, my dad (46 years old) and mom (
41 years old) took me on a trip to Europe as a birthday present. When I saw they had bought three plane tickets
, I wasn't very happy because I had originally planned to go alone. The thought of spending the summer with them
made me feel unmotivated, but the tickets were already bought, and I couldn't refuse.
If I hadn't injured my foot playing basketball a little over a month before the trip, the trip would have been much more enjoyable.
Fortunately, it wasn't a serious injury, and I recovered quickly. Before leaving, I didn't need crutches anymore, just a
slight limp, so I couldn't do strenuous exercise.
The original plan was to stay in Europe for a month, visiting different countries to see different customs and cultures, and appreciating the beautiful scenery of
foreign lands . However, because it was summer vacation, there were many tourists, so we had to stay at a seaside hotel
for five days.
Of course, we didn't just eat and sleep in the hotel building. The hotel had built several small cabins,
each surrounded by trees, offering excellent privacy. The cabins were a bit far from the hotel, so
few guests came to them.
My parents slept in the living room, while I had a small room. The cabin had a bathroom and all the necessary amenities,
which was quite nice.
The beach was naturally crowded, so the three of us had to soak in the pool outside the cabin on our first day.
In the evening, we went into town together, had dinner, and shopped, following the same itinerary as other tourists.
On our walk back to the hotel, someone handed me a flyer. There were many such people here,
recommending all sorts of things to tourists. But this person recommended a lesser-known beach, seemingly
the most scenic spot in the area, not very popular because it wasn't heavily developed. He
explained that a boat would take us there in the morning, we could spend the day on the island, and someone would pick us
up in the evening. He gave me a brochure, and the pictures looked absolutely stunning. I really wanted to
go .
Back at the cabin, I told my parents I really wanted to go there the next day.
"Are you sure this is a good idea? Taking a small boat..."
"Your mom's right, your leg isn't fully recovered yet. Going out to sea could easily cause another strain."
"It's okay, I'm almost healed now. I even brought my support device."
We chatted for about ten minutes, and I successfully convinced them, but they insisted on coming with me.
After all,
they I had no choice but to accept it; I was still young, and my leg was injured.
The next morning, I changed into my swim trunks, grabbed my support device, and got ready to go. But when I got to the living room,
I found my dad wasn't feeling well. He had an upset stomach, probably from eating something unclean the night before.
"Mommy, Daddy isn't feeling well, so you don't need to go. I'll go by myself."
"What? Of course not! We can go tomorrow, or the day after."
"Mommy, we only have four days here. If Daddy isn't fully recovered, then we won't
be able to go anymore! I really want to go today. I can manage, don't worry."
But Mom wouldn't budge.
"No, it's too unsafe for you to go like this. Your dad and I won't feel at ease."
Mom is always like this, worrying about this and that. At this moment, Dad spoke up.
"Honey, you can go with him. He's determined to go today, and it's a
birthday trip for him. Before we came, we agreed to give him an unforgettable trip..."
"But..."
"I'm fine, just an upset stomach. I'll be fine if I lie down. There's food and drink here, nothing
's lacking, don't worry about me."
"But..."
"No buts, honey. I want you to go with Xiaoxing, have fun, okay?"
My dad is so good to me, although I feel it's not right to leave my sick dad alone in the
house while I go to the most beautiful beach with my mom.
Mom agreed: "Okay then, take good care of yourself."
With that settled, Mom started packing, taking out a large bag and putting in clothes, sunscreen, some
books, and other miscellaneous items. Then she stuffed two large towels into the bag, and then changed into a
black swimsuit with a pink ribbon around her waist.
"Come on, you little devil. That place looks beautiful, it'll be a lot of fun today, but
we're leaving your dad all alone in this little house."
I was a little sad, but I still wanted to go.
We set off and walked for about ten minutes until we reached the dock where the small boats were moored. When we got there, we saw
that .
We were a bit early, so I walked up to the person who looked like he was in charge and said, "Hello, I'm
Liu Xing, I need two tickets."
"Okay, no problem."
"But... is this the boat we're going to take?" I pointed to the small boat.
"Yeah."
"Okay. Look, I thought there were seats." I gestured to his knees and the handrail.
"It looks like everyone has to stand to get across, but as you can see, I'm not quite able to do it like this. Does that mean
I can't go?"
"I know. What happened to your leg?"
"I hurt it playing basketball."
"Uh, it's okay. There are two seats at the very back of the boat. Just unscrew them and let them down. You
can choose either one."
"Oh, that's great, thanks." "
You're welcome."
He handed me the ticket, and I waved for my mom to come over.
"By the way, I have to remind you, when you come back, you'd better be the first one on the boat, otherwise
someone else will take your seat."
"Okay, I got it, thanks."
My mom came over, and we prepared to board. The boat rocked a bit, but I figured I could manage.
"Yes, there are seats at the back."
My mom and I walked to the back of the boat. The boat rocked back and forth, and my mom held my hand, trying her best to keep me
balanced.
When we reached the back of the boat, I lowered my seat and sat down, while my mother placed her package beside me. She stood
in front of me, gripping the handle on the anchor beam, and we waited together for the others to arrive.
Gradually, more and more people boarded, and a very fat man took another seat. After
about twenty more minutes, there were probably fifty or sixty people on board, and it was getting increasingly crowded. I had to remove my leg rest
because I felt I couldn't stretch my legs freely in such a cramped cabin.
There were still more than ten people standing at the dock, and my mother was squeezed closer and closer to me; the space was very narrow. Finally, the
last person squeezed onto the boat, and the engine started up. My mother was very close to me; her feet were squeezed
between mine. She was wearing a large sun hat, and she looked particularly unhappy.
The small boat began to move, and the people on board started to stir. I saw a fat, ugly man
elbow my mother from behind several times; she could only try to move closer to me, but she was still very uncomfortable.
"Mommy!"
She couldn't hear me calling her; the engine was too loud, and the waves were crashing against the hull, along with the wind. I
had to reach out and scratch the outside of her thigh to signal her, and she finally looked down at me.
"Sit down, it's too crowded here."
She shook her head, but then the fat man bumped into her a few more times, so I
scratched the outside of her thigh again. It was all my fault for putting her on such a terrible boat and leaving Dad alone in the cabin;
now Mom was clearly unhappy too.
"Mommy, sit down, I don't mind... there's nowhere to stand here..."
"Alright, that's the only way."
Mom had no choice but to give in and sit on my lap. I wanted her to sit on the edge of my right knee,
but she knew my injury and didn't do as I wanted. She plopped down on my lap, her left leg
between mine and her right leg on the outside of mine.
After sitting down, Mom turned and smiled at me, "Thank you, sweetheart."
At that moment, Mom was sitting on my lap, and I thought the journey would be peaceful from now on, but it
wasn't .
As time passed, I noticed Mom's center of gravity slowly shifting back; she was now sitting on my
penis ! My limp penis was tilted to one side…right side…
where Mom was now sitting. I felt a little embarrassed.
I remembered that when I bought the tickets, the ticket seller told me it would take about forty minutes to reach the island,
meaning it would still be about half an hour from now.
I tried to think of something else, but it was no use, especially since the rocking of the boat was making things worse. The boat
tossed and turned in the waves, and Mom and I's buttocks left our seats. The next moment, the boat would hit a wave, and our
buttocks would slam back onto the seats. The difference was that my buttocks would hit the seat hard, while Mom's fleshy
buttocks would hit my penis.
It felt strange; my swim trunks were rubbing against my penis, while my mother's buttocks were rubbing against them.
If my mother weren't sitting on top of me, it would be quite a pleasurable experience. Those strip clubs should be on
these boats, with dancers jumping on customers to undress—that would be at least a hundred times more exciting.
I needed to distract myself, but how could I?
Suddenly, I felt my penis twitch. Holy crap, I was getting an erection.
My legs twitched involuntarily, perhaps a normal reaction from my brain—don't get an erection. My mother probably
didn't notice the strange movement of my penis, because she clearly misunderstood the reason for my thigh twitching.
"Xiaoxing, is your knee hurting again?"
I could barely hear her; the noise on the boat was too loud.
"A little."
"Do you want me to stand up?"
What should I do? I didn't want my mother to continue sitting on my lap, but I didn't want her to stand uncomfortable either.
"It's okay, but could you move a little?"
My mother didn't say anything, just nodded, then shifted her buttocks slightly before sitting down again. I
thought everything would be fine, but after a little while, I realized my penis was pressed right between my mother's buttocks.
Before, when she sat on top, it was just her buttocks and thighs, but now, my penis was right in
the middle of her buttocks, right in her cleft.
And as soon as she sat down, the rocking of the boat immediately took effect. My mother's fleshy buttocks
slid up and down on my penis, and with each bounce, her full buttocks pressed against my penis, as if my mother were
masturbating me in a cowgirl position.
To make matters worse, the soft fabric inside my swim trunks was rubbing against my skin, and the feeling was incredibly stimulating. Now,
my penis was semi-erect, and I glanced at my mother's face, pretending to be unconscious. She was looking out of the boat,
admiring the scenery at sea. She looked very calm, as if nothing had happened. Maybe she really
didn't feel anything, I hoped.
But the longer it went on, the harder my penis became. Suddenly, the boat jolted again. Mom stiffened
, then looked up at the people in front of her and beside her, before relaxing, glancing around,
and continuing to look out at the sea.
I didn't know what to do. Mom clearly felt my erect penis between her legs. But she said
nothing , nor did she stand up. I felt like I was about to collapse, my heart pounding. I tried to
calm myself down, to think of a good solution, but I was powerless.
Every two seconds, the boat would hit the waves, and Mom's fleshy buttocks would slam heavily against my penis. The
frequency was good, giving me immense pleasure and making my penis even harder.
Then, something even more unbelievable happened. The boat's rocking intervals were supposed to be about two seconds,
meaning the interval between Mom's buttocks hitting my penis should also be two seconds. But suddenly, I realized that Mom's buttocks
were also hitting me during the intervals between the boat's rocking. What was going on?
It felt like Mom couldn't wait for the natural impact. Was that really possible? I didn't know. All I
knew was that my penis was rock hard, and there was no reason why Mom wouldn't feel it—the erect shaft pressing
right between her buttocks.
Right now, only my swim trunks and Mom's swimsuit were two thin layers of fabric separating my hard penis from Mom's
mysterious vagina. I looked up and glanced around; no one noticed our strange situation. Everyone was facing...
Looking out the boat at the scenery, no one was looking in our direction. Some people were moving their mouths, but I
couldn't hear what they were saying. Besides, my mother and I were at waist level with everyone else, so no one could actually
see us.
Even if someone looked our way, they wouldn't notice anything amiss. We didn't move, our upper bodies
remaining seated; the only moving parts were our buttocks.
I felt incredibly ashamed, but at the same time, I felt an overwhelming excitement. Just like real intercourse,
my mother kept rubbing her fleshy buttocks against my erect penis. I didn't know if she was doing it intentionally, but it didn't matter anymore.
My mother sat on my penis, and with the boat's rocking, every second or two, she would slam down
onto it. Through her swim trunks, my penis would occasionally slip between my mother's legs, poking her—sometimes landing on her
buttocks, sometimes pressing against her vulva, sometimes between her thighs. My mother
didn't say anything, just looked out the boat.
The pleasure was so intense; I felt like I was about to ejaculate. I held my breath, worried about being noticed. My mother's
buttocks continued to rub against my hard penis; I was really about to lose control. Suddenly, the boat's rocking
slowed down, and I glanced around; the beach was in sight.
I felt a huge sense of relief, but a new problem immediately arose. My penis was erect; how was I supposed to get off the boat in the crowd
? If someone saw me, I'd be incredibly embarrassed. I started to panic.
After a while, the small boat docked. The crowd began to move, slowly disembarking. I had to think of a
way. Just then, my mother suddenly turned around and said to me, "Xiaoxing, could you
take those two towels out of the package? The package is so heavy; I'm really tired of carrying it."
I mumbled a "no problem."
More and more people disembarked, and my mother finally stood up, slowly, but without turning to look at me. As soon as she
stood up, I covered my thighs with the towels, concealing my erect penis.
I put the vibrator back on, and as I waited for everyone to disembark, my penis slowly softened.
Once everyone had disembarked, my mother took my hand and helped me off the boat. Because of what had happened
, even skin-to-skin contact with her felt incredibly strange.
My mother didn't say anything, just quietly followed the others. Then we saw the beach,
which was truly magnificent. The sky was a clear, deep blue, the sea and sky merging seamlessly, and seabirds occasionally skimmed the surface before soaring away. My
mother and I continued walking on the beach, found a beautiful spot, spread a large towel on the soft sand, and
lay down to rest.
We did nothing all day but sunbathe and quietly appreciate the beauty of nature. My mother
was mostly reading, while I listened to audiobooks. Every now and then, we would go for a swim to cool off.
The seawater caressed my body, but I couldn't truly calm down. My mind kept replaying the morning's events, and I
knew this was wrong—I had gotten an erection just because my mother was sitting on my lap. But this feeling was so strange.
My penis didn't care who was sitting on it, but I did care. Mom would definitely think I was a pervert, and
I was so embarrassed. And what was worse, we had to take the same boat back. I really hoped Mom wouldn't
sit on . I spent the whole day in a daze.
Because I almost ejaculated in the morning but didn't, I was still burning with desire all day, and the cool
seawater couldn't help me.
At noon, Mom went to the beach shop and bought some food, which we shared.
"Here you go, baby."
"Thank you, Mommy."
"You're right...it's really beautiful here."
"It's a pity Daddy couldn't come. I really hope he's okay."
Mom didn't respond to me, but just said, "Enjoy your vacation. This is a gift from us. We
just hope you're happy."
She didn't look at me, and I didn't dare to look into her eyes. We just lay there on the beach, not saying a word.
In the evening, Mom changed her clothes, wearing a white tank top and pink shorts.
Then, we went to a nearby restaurant for dinner, and after dinner, we went to the ferry terminal. The man reminded me to be there first
, so we had to do as he said.
Mom helped me onto the boat again and sat me down in my seat. I sat down and took off my handrail. Mom put
her bag next to me and continued standing, not sitting down.
I felt a sense of relief. Really? All day, I had hoped Mom wouldn't sit on my lap again,
but now… I sat there, burning with desire, actually hoping she would sit down again, but she didn't.
It was already quite dark when we boarded the boat, and it grew even darker while we waited for others to board
. Everyone seemed quite tired; no one spoke, and their movements were particularly slow.
About twenty minutes later, everyone was back on the boat. This time, Mom stood
between ; the fat, ugly man was nowhere to be seen. So I guessed that no one would
bump into Mom from behind this time, and I realized she wouldn't sit on my lap again.
The engine started, seemingly even louder than in the morning, and the boat slowly moved away from the dock. Just like in the morning,
everyone faced out of the boat, looking at the dark sea and sky.
Gradually, the ferry disappeared from our sight, the light faded, and we were enveloped in darkness. We could
see the black waves and the light shining from the shore, but inside the boat, it was pitch black.
Like everyone else, I was very tired. Just as I was about to close my eyes for a nap, I heard my mother move closer and
say, "Honey, can I sit down again?"
I didn't know how to answer, but I agreed anyway: "Yes, it's okay, Mommy, you sit."
I quickly rolled up my swim trunks, thinking that if there was more fabric between me and my mother,
the feeling wouldn't be so intense.
Then I leaned back in my seat and looked at my mother.
My mother slowly turned around and sat on my lap, unnoticed by anyone. Then my mother took off her
sun hat ; it was already very dark, and she didn't need sun protection, so she placed it on her lap.
Then, the boat increased its speed. More than ten
minutes had passed since my mother sat on my lap that morning. But now, less than two minutes have passed, and perhaps we can enjoy the whole trip.
This time, I'm even less able to think about anything else. It's dark on the ship; I can't see anyone else. The only thing on my mind...
What flashed through my mind was: my mother's fleshy buttocks sitting on my lap. Having been consumed by lust all day, and now
completely dark-skinned, I didn't need to worry about being noticed, so in less than three minutes, my penis was erect again.
The boat rocked more frequently, my mother's ample buttocks repeatedly slamming against my lower body, grinding against my
throbbing penis. I was certain my mother felt it, but she didn't say anything.
Then a new problem arose. With each collision and friction, my mother's buttocks
gradually rolled up my swim trunks, until finally, I realized my penis was protruding from one side of my swim trunks, standing erect.
Then, as expected, the large glans made intimate
contact , with no fabric barrier remaining.
Feeling the heat of my glans, my mother trembled, but did nothing. The boat continued to rock back and forth,
my erect penis protruding further, rubbing against my mother's thighs.
It was so stimulating! My vaginal fluid flowed from my urethra, smearing onto my mother's
inner thighs with the rocking of the boat. The lubrication made the friction between my penis and her skin even easier and more
pleasurable .
My mother definitely felt it, but remained silent and motionless. Actually, she wasn't completely still
; with each rocking motion, we were thrown forward, and her fleshy buttocks slammed heavily against my
erect penis. Then, I noticed my mother adjust the position of her sun hat, shifting her body
forward slightly. After that, her buttocks began to move—not up and down, but back and forth. It felt like
my penis wasn't hitting her thighs, but rather being held between her beautiful legs, sliding back and forth.
Because of this, my swim trunks rolled up even higher, almost completely covering my erect penis,
exposing my testicles. I was practically naked. At first, only part of my penis
rubbed against my mother's thighs; now, it was in much closer contact with her hot pants.
Her hot pants weren't tight; on the contrary, they were quite loose. Soon, the cuffs of her shorts
were also rolled up. Then, as she moved her hips back and forth, my erect penis slipped into one of her
pant legs, becoming entangled inside.
It felt so strange; my penis was in contact with the deepest part of her inner thigh, the shaft
sliding along the petals of her vulva, feeling a slight wetness.
Good heavens, she was wet! She was excited, very excited.
She continued moving her full, fleshy buttocks back and forth, her wet vulva pressing against my hard, hot shaft.
Then she looked around, leaned back, and pressed her back against my chest. I froze. She tilted her head
and whispered, "Hold my hat for a little while."
I didn't know what she was going to do, but I did as she asked. I grabbed the edge of the sun hat and
waited quietly for her.
She slightly raised her lower body, extended her left hand—the hand closest to the sea—and reached under the sun hat. I
didn't know her intentions, but I soon knew what she had done. She took out her hand and slowly sat back down.
I noticed her shorts rubbing against the middle of my thighs; Mom must have pulled them down.
Now, adjusting my posture, my erect penis was pressed right between Mom's plump buttocks,
the entire hot shaft pressed tightly against her skin. Then, Mom continued to slide back and forth, her
juices flowing out, smearing my penis and making her lower body incredibly slippery. With
the rocking of the boat, my thick penis slid back and forth between Mom's slippery buttocks. The feeling was so wonderful,
my entire penis being rubbed by Mom's most private parts, and when she pulled back, I could even feel the heat emanating from her
vagina .
It was so stimulating. I didn't know why Mom was doing this, but that was the truth, and it was getting more and more arousing.
With each bump, Mom's lower body would lift slightly, preventing my penis from completely bowing down,
but slowly raising it upwards.
Then, with each bumpy pause, Mom raised her fleshy buttocks even higher, and my penis, so hard,
stood erect. This time, Mom slowly sat down, my large glans directly facing
the entrance of , stretching open the tender flesh, slowly being slid into the depths of her vagina, and finally, she sat down heavily.
God, I was about to ejaculate. My entire thick penis was completely inside a slippery, fleshy hole—
my own mother's vagina, she had completely opened her most secret place to me, and
after eighteen years, I had returned here.
However, Mom didn't give me time to think. Her lower body slowly and forcefully ground against mine, then she sat down
heavily , and finally, she supported herself with her left hand on my stomach, a gush of hot fluid spraying onto my penis.
Mom had actually climaxed; she gripped me tightly, without making a sound. It was so exciting! I couldn't
resist the urge to ejaculate. My hips trembled, and I felt gushes of hot semen shooting
deep into my mother's vagina, as if my very soul was rushing into her body.
I don't know how we finally got off the boat without anyone noticing anything amiss. On the way back to the hotel,
we didn't say a word.
But I knew that my birthday trip had gotten off to a great start.

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