Birthday Trip Three

For the
next three days, we stayed in this small town. But because Dad was always there,
Mom and I never had a chance to do "that" again.
On one hand, I felt a sense of relief. First, I always felt guilty towards my dad, after all, I
had slept with his wife twice, and second, I really wasn't sure if it was right to have a relationship with my own mother.
I mean, every time we had physical contact... on the boat, on the train, in the hotel... it was really great,
like an electric shock... But every time afterwards, when I was alone, I felt like a pervert, very strange, that I had
done so many incestuous things with Mom.
On the other hand, I desperately wanted Mom. Every time I looked at her, I couldn't help but imagine
her naked body, how smooth her skin was, the feel of her little hands stroking my penis, the
sensation of her tight, wet vagina enveloping my penis. I really found it hard to get rid of the desire in my heart and go back to my old life
.
Three days after Mom and I had sex in the hotel, we packed our bags and left the small town, which made
me feel much better. For the past two days, every time I lay in bed, I would stare at that door, imagining my mother
's lewd caresses, then look down to see if there was a note being passed to me—of course, there wasn't. This
tormented , but now I finally felt a little relieved. As I walked towards the hotel bus stop with my luggage, I
didn't look back.
We were taking the bus to our next destination, departing at 1 a.m. and arriving at the starting point in the morning. When I
boarded , I was almost the last one to arrive; my parents had already arrived. As soon as I came out of the hotel, my father told me
to quickly put my luggage away for the driver. I got on the bus and walked along the aisle. There were only eight passengers on the bus; it was very
empty. Then I noticed that besides the three of us, everyone else was a man in his sixties. It was dark outside, and everyone
looked sleepy.
"Looks like this is going to be an interesting journey," I thought to myself.
Some of the seat lights were on, but the bus was still very dim. I continued walking and
saw my parents sitting in the fourth row; they smiled at me. They assumed I'd sit in the row in front of or behind them
, but I certainly didn't want to. I just nodded and kept walking forward because I wanted to sit in
the back .
Most of the other passengers were sitting in the front, which was great. I went straight to the back of the bus and
sat in the very last row. There were five seats in the back of the bus; I chose a window seat and lay down.
It was such a comfortable position; I really wanted to sleep the whole way.
Once I lay down, I realized no one could see me, which was good—no one would bother me. I
took out my iPod, turned on some music, and closed my eyes. After about ten minutes, the bus started moving. I slightly
opened my eyes and glanced around, but I couldn't see anything outside; it was pitch black. I looked ahead again, but still
couldn't see anything, so I closed my eyes again. I slept for about an hour—well, not completely asleep, just
a nap —when suddenly I felt someone touching my arm.
I opened my eyes, feeling a little dizzy. After a moment, I realized it was my mother sitting next to me.
I turned off the music, took off my headphones, and looked up at her. My heart started racing, and I didn't
know why.
"Your dad's already asleep," she said.
I didn't reply; of course, my dad could sleep anywhere—on a plane, on a train—it never seemed strange.
But what was strange was that my mother wasn't asleep yet.
"Everyone else is asleep too," she said.
I sat up and looked ahead, but I couldn't see a single passenger's head. I guessed they were all
curled up in more comfortable sleeping positions. Having figured it out, I turned back to my mother.
"Can you see what's happening in front of the car?"
I nodded.
My mother took off her shoes, put her feet in the seat in front of her, lay down in my row, rested her head on my chest, and then
lifted my shirt. After a while, I felt her unbuckle my belt and then unzip
it. I was so nervous; my heart was pounding. I quickly looked down into the aisle—thankfully, no one was there.
My underwear was very loose, and Mom easily slipped her hand inside. Her fingers touched my
penis , and the electric sensation almost made me groan. Mom gently squeezed my penis and
pulled it out of my underwear.
Holy crap, my penis was exposed, and Mom was squeezing it with her hand. We were on a
bus with seven or eight passengers, and Dad was on the bus too. I was a little dazed. On the bus, I couldn't have sex with Mom, but she
wasn't giving me a handjob either; she was just staring at my penis.
At first, Mom just squeezed my penis with her thumb and forefinger, then suddenly she leaned down, her head
almost touching my lower abdomen. I immediately knew what she wanted to do. She squeezed my penis, gently making
it stand up, pointing straight at her. Then I felt Mom's warm breath on the head of my penis. What was she going to
do? Was Mom going to give me oral sex? My eyes were fixed on the aisle, not moving an inch.
Then my glans entered a warm cavity, my mother's lips enveloped my shaft, her lovely
tongue gently licking the glans. Holy crap, my mother was actually giving me oral sex on the bus! My mother's fingers gripped my
penis, and she began sucking on my engorged glans. With each lick, I felt all the blood rush
to my penis, which grew harder and thicker in her warm mouth.
At first, my mother could hold my entire penis in her mouth, but later it became too big for her to handle
. My penis was also hard enough that she didn't need to hold it with her hands anymore; her fingers began to caress my testicles
. Squeezing, massaging, flicking—my mother's technique was amazing! Another wave of pleasure washed over me, and I held my mother's head tightly with
both hands . It felt so good.
My eyes were fixed on the aisle, making sure no one woke up, making sure no one saw us, making sure
no one noticed my mother licking my penis.
My mom is giving me oral sex, it's so stimulating! Her tongue is licking and sucking my sensitive glans, and she seems to
really enjoy it. Because I'm holding her head, I subconsciously press her head down, and that makes
her swallow even more of my penis. I guess my mom thinks I'm doing this on purpose, because she's not just licking and sucking my
glans , and she's not just wrapping her tongue around it anymore; she's starting to swallow as much of the shaft as possible.
My penis was fully erect, as hard as it had been on the ship, the train, and in the hotel. It was strange
… I had a feeling that even with my girlfriends, I'd never been this hard.
Then, Mom stopped. My entire penis was in her mouth, and she started sucking on
the shaft, her head bobbing up and down. My penis went in and out of her mouth, almost completely
spitting it out, only to be swallowed back in immediately. Mom's oral sex skills were incredibly arousing.
My penis was covered in her saliva, making it easier for her to suck and slide deeper into
her throat.
Soon, Mom's chin touched my lower abdomen, and my entire penis was inside her mouth. Mom
must have been happy to have my whole penis inside her. She stopped, maintaining
the position of my penis fully inserted in her mouth.
I was shocked; no one had ever swallowed my entire penis before. I held my mother's head,
gratefully stroking her hair.
I almost forgot to keep staring at the hallway, completely immersed in the pleasure my mother was giving me.
She held my large penis in her mouth for a while, then began to suck and spit it out. She noticed
it was covered in her saliva, so she pulled her hand away from my testicles and grasped the shaft. Each time her lips
slid up to the glans, she would stroke my penis with her hand.
My mother quickly found a new rhythm. She slowly released part of my penis, leaving only the glans in
her mouth, her fingers stroking it three or four times, then she took the whole thing back into her mouth,
repeating this. It felt so good; my breathing became heavy, and I felt like I was about to ejaculate. My mother was really good at it; I
didn't know where she learned it, especially in public. The stimulation of my mother giving me oral sex
was indescribable .
I opened my eyes, but they were closed. I quickly scanned the hallway; thank goodness, nothing seemed amiss.
Back to reality, I was really about to ejaculate.
"Mommy...stop..." I whispered.
But Mom didn't stop. I didn't know what to do. Maybe she didn't hear me; I caught my
breath and couldn't hear my own voice.
I grabbed Mom's arm, and she stopped, still holding my penis in her hand, looking up at
me. I couldn't speak; my breathing was too rapid, and whispering wouldn't work either, so I mouthed to her, "
Tissue !"
Mom understood. She shook her head and looked around, probably looking for something. Of course, Mom's hands
didn't stop; she slowly stroked my penis. Then she looked up at me, smiled—a
bright , radiant smile—and winked at me.
After doing that, Mom lowered her head again, taking my penis into her mouth and sucking. I was about to ejaculate before
, even though my penis wasn't in her mouth earlier, she had been stroking it with her hand. Now that she
was sucking my penis again, the pleasure was getting stronger and stronger.
I held my mother's head tightly with both hands, my breathing rapid: "Mommy!!!"
My mother knew what I meant. Her lips enveloped my glans, and she quickly licked the most sensitive
part with her tongue, giving me even stronger stimulation. Her hands moved faster and faster, constantly stroking my
penis. With my mother using both her hands and mouth, I was about to ejaculate, suppressing my cries: "Mommy! Mommy!!"
My mother's tongue left my penis, and her lips left my penis, but her hands continued
to stroke it, and her head didn't leave its place. My mother was definitely opening her mouth wide, waiting for my semen to ejaculate.
I ejaculated quickly, a lot, and I don't know if my mother caught my thick semen. When
I was almost finished, my mother's mouth took my penis in again. There was still some semen left flowing from my urethra,
but my mother didn't mind. She continued to suck my glans. Perhaps she had already swallowed the semen she had just ejaculated, and
she ate the rest too.
I lay down on the seat, feeling all the strength drain from my body. I had ejaculated so much, and my mother had
eaten . Mom kept my penis in her mouth until it was completely soft. She didn't lick or suck it with her tongue, perhaps knowing that
the glans would be especially sensitive after ejaculation; she just kept it in her mouth like that.
After what seemed like an eternity, Mom finally caught her breath. She carefully put my penis back in my underwear
, zipped it up, fastened her belt, and then sat up.
She smiled at me, put on her shoes, then stared at me, wiped her mouth with her finger, stood up,
and the aisle to the front of the car.
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At 7:20 in the morning, we arrived in another town. On the bus, I couldn't sleep at all;
my mind kept replaying the oral sex Mom had given me—it was so stimulating.
Dad, of course, slept soundly, and Mom probably slept for a few hours too.
We checked into a new hotel and did practically nothing that morning. We had lunch at the hotel, and Dad suggested
going hiking, so we climbed a nearby small mountain. I was exhausted. The scenery was quite nice, but in
my current state, I really couldn't keep going.
All I wanted was to sleep… uh, and for my mom to give me oral sex. I was burning with desire all day,
really wanting to have sex, but I didn't know if I'd have another chance.
When I got back to the hotel, it was already 8 PM. I wanted to go straight to my room, but my parents insisted on having dinner. I
couldn't argue with them, so I had to obey.
During dinner, my mom and I strongly urged my dad to relax the next day and not do such
strenuous exercise. My dad agreed, which was great.
The next morning, I woke up still unaware of my parents' plans. I ran into them having breakfast at the hotel restaurant, and
my dad told me to go upstairs and bring my swimsuit.
An hour later, I left the hotel, looking forward to spending the day by the lake, but my parents had other
plans. While we were walking, my dad told me about their arrangements.
"This area is mainly famous for its hot springs, so we're going to the hot springs today. There are geothermal pools,
whirlpools, hot tubs, saunas, and steam baths, etc. It should be fun and relaxing, which is what you two
wanted, right?"
To be honest, I wasn't that excited, but it was better than hiking, though I really didn't feel anything
special .
Upon arriving there, before even changing into my swimsuit, the first thing I noticed was how enormous the geothermal pools were.
It was quite a sight. My parents and I went to the changing rooms to change into our swimsuits. When we came out, Mom hadn't finished yet,
so we had to wait for her. I glanced around; the area was indeed very large. To the right of the changing rooms was a sign
pointing towards the sauna. On the other side, there was another sign pointing towards other private areas.
I didn't quite understand it, but it seemed to indicate other types of baths.
I turned to face Dad, about to speak to him, when I saw Mom come out of the changing room. I
completely forgot what I was going to say to Dad.
She was wearing a purple bikini, and her figure was incredibly hot. She was already 30.
As soon as Mom came out, she smiled and said to us, "Let's go, you must have been waiting."
We turned and walked towards the pools. Dad carried our bags, which contained towels and other things.
Soon we saw the pools; they were really big, with two of them, one large and one small. The smaller one had some
fountains. There were tourists everywhere. My parents walked around and found a good spot. Mom took out towels and a mat from her bag
and spread them out. We lay down on them. I glanced around and saw that the area was much less crowded, with only about
twenty or thirty people.
I said to my dad, "It doesn't seem like there are many people."
Dad smiled and said, "Yeah, but I bet there will be a lot more in winter."
True, who would come to soak in hot water in the summer? But I quickly realized the answer; just
like on the bus, the vast majority of people were over sixty.
We had only been lying down for a short while when Dad said to me, "Want to go in the water?"
I nodded and stood up.
"I'll go with you," Mom said.
Dad and I jumped into the pool and immediately discovered that the huge pool was actually cool water—not hot,
but a little chilly, though not particularly cold. We looked around, then stepped out and into a smaller
pool, where the water was much warmer.
It's strange, even though it's summer, I actually prefer warmer water. Dad and I soaked in the pool for a
while, and then Mom came over. I went to a fountain and let the water spray on me. I wanted to stay
a little further , I don't know why, but I wanted to maintain a certain distance from her when my dad was around.
After a while, my dad pointed to an exit in the glass partition and said, "Look, there's an exit over there,
you can swim out, but it's best not to swim out of the warm water area, the water there is too cold."
But that's not what I really thought. I noticed there seemed to be another level of space over there, not very big, but
there were other tourists there too.
"I'll wander around for a bit, I'll be back in a bit."
I came out of that exit, went up the stairs, and went to the second floor. There were six or seven whirlpools there,
right next to the railing. I went into one of them and found that the water inside was even hotter than in the hot tub downstairs. What's even more
interesting is that you can see the pool area below from up here. I waved to my parents, and my dad saw me
and waved back. They could only see my head; my neck and below were submerged.
I turned around and leaned against the pool wall, looking around. It was strange, there wasn't a single person there. Maybe
older people don't really like whirlpools.
After soaking for a while, I turned around and saw Dad swimming towards the exit. He quickly left the area, his
figure a little blurry, while Mom was nowhere to be seen.
I leaned closer to the railing, but still couldn't see her. When I turned back, I saw Mom coming
up , soaking wet and dripping with water.
"Can I come in?"
I nodded.
I leaned against the pool wall, watching Mom go into the water. She sat to my right, then turned her head to look down.
"The view from here is pretty good."
"Yeah."
"The water's warm too."
"Yes."
Then there was a long silence.
"Your dad swam out?"
"Yeah, he's already outside."
"I know, he said so. You can even see him from here."
More silence.
"I don't want to go outside. Look at him, he's having a great time over there by himself,"
Mom said with a smile.
As for me, I wanted to see her body, but I couldn't. The surface of the water was
full I couldn't see anything underwater.
Then, I had a good idea. Mom was watching Dad. I looked at the stairs; no one was coming up.
Even if someone went up the stairs, it would take a while before they could see what was happening in the pool. I
wasn't sure if this was appropriate, or how my mother would react, but I couldn't control myself at all. My
hand moved stealthily underwater, glancing at my mother out of the corner of my eye, and soon my fingers touched her lower abdomen.
My mother was startled, her body trembled, and then, realizing I was touching her, she opened her eyes wide and looked
down . She didn't resist, and my hand slid down her lower abdomen, touching the bottom of her swim trunks, and then
carefully inserted my fingers into them. Luckily, my mother was sitting to my right, since my right hand is more dexterous
. My fingers roamed over my mother's genitals, and my middle finger slipped into her wet, throbbing vagina.
My mother trembled again, but didn't resist, still staring down. I kept my eyes on the stairs while
using my middle finger to thrust in and out of my mother's vagina. Although my fingers were wet and the pool water was warm, I
could still feel the warmth and moisture in my mother's vagina, her tender flesh pressed against my finger.
Neither of us moved. Even if someone saw us, they wouldn't know about the lewd scene underwater. I thrust my middle finger in and out of
my mother 's vagina for a while before pulling it out, then used my index and middle fingers to caress her clitoris. Then I
inserted them back in together, teasing her G-spot. My mother started to wriggle her hips, responding to my fingers.
What a horny mother.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that my mother's breathing was becoming more and more rapid, and her full breasts were heaving quickly. Suddenly,
I heard my mother's slightly disappointed voice: "Your father is back again."
I continued to caress her: "Look at him."
I increased the speed, sometimes pulling my fingers out and kneading my mother's clitoris heavily, giving her a stronger
stimulation .
"If you can't see him anymore, I'll stop, and you can keep looking at him."
"No, don't stop!!!"
Of course, I didn't stop, pinching her clitoris with my fingers and occasionally thrusting them in and out of my mother's aroused vagina.
Mom quickly reached her climax, her hip movements turning into trembling.
After a while, she calmed down: "I have to go downstairs to find your dad."
"I'll stay a little longer."
Mom turned and got out of the pool. I watched her sway her full, round hips as she walked down the stairs, and
only after she left did I realize I was erect.
I
waited until my penis slowly softened before getting out of the pool. But I didn't want to go back to my parents' place; I wanted to
explore other areas. The first place I reached had a sign that said "Massage Area." However, there wasn't much
to see there. Relaxing music played in the air, and the doors had signs, but I didn't understand what they
meant.
I walked in another direction; there was no music there, and all the buildings were wooden, with
wooden doors , some with wooden windows, some without. I walked past the rooms, glancing quickly inside.
This was the sauna area; there were signs at the entrance, but I still didn't recognize them. Further on, there were
smaller doors, without windows, but they seemed to be locked, as there were green metal
plates below the doorknobs. I opened one door to a tiny room, entirely constructed of wood. There was
a , but no one was there. I guessed it was a private sauna, specifically for
those who didn't want to be naked with others.
I closed the door and continued wandering in this area. After a while, I returned to the pool area. I don't really
like saunas; the steamy environment makes me uncomfortable. Back at the pool area, our blanket was empty,
and my parents were nowhere to be seen, so I went into the hot tub. I leaned against the wall, watching the elderly people walk by, going in
and out of the tub. I sat alone leisurely for a while, then noticed my mother had come to my side. She bent down and
whispered in my ear, "Your dad went for a massage. He hurt his back while rafting. The masseuse said it'll take about an
hour ."
I turned my head; my mother wasn't smiling, but looking anxious. I stepped out of the pool and stood beside her.
My mother led me towards the exit. She walked quickly, and when we reached the exit, she turned to go upstairs to
the whirlpool. I quickly stopped her.
"Don't go up, come with me."
I turned and walked away, my mother following behind me. Soon we reached the sauna area. I
stopped in front of a private room, looked around—no one was there. I opened a door and went inside. My mother hesitated
for a moment, then followed.
It was very warm inside. I walked past my mother, closed the small door, and locked it from the inside. I tried
to open ; it was locked, so I felt relieved. I set it to the warm setting—neither too hot nor too cold.
A thermometer was installed outside the cabin
I turned around, and Mom stood quietly, watching me. I didn't know what to do next;
being alone with Mom
in such a small room was eerie… I moved closer to her and started kissing her. Mom immediately opened her mouth,
our tongues intertwining.
After a deep kiss, I stepped back, took off my swim trunks, tossed them aside, and sat on the small wooden stool.
Mom also turned around, unhooked her purple bikini top, took off her bra and swim trunks, and tossed them aside
. She spread my legs and knelt in front of me. The cabin was really narrow; Mom could barely kneel. She
knelt before me, continuing what she hadn't finished on the bus. She started sucking my hard penis;
I was fully erect when I saw her breasts, but Mom's demands were higher; she wanted my penis to be as
hard as an iron rod.
On the bus, I couldn't see my mother giving me oral sex because the angle was bad, her head blocked my
view, and I had to keep my eyes on the aisle. But now, I had no such worries. The visual enjoyment
was so intense, stimulating my penis to become even harder. I watched my mother swallow my thick penis whole, watched her
play with the large glans with her tongue, licking and sucking my long shaft.
After giving me oral sex for a while, my mother stood up, straddled me, and rested her knees on the seat. My mother slowly
sat on my hard penis. On the boat, she had her back to me, but now she was
facing me, so I could look directly into her eyes and admire her pert breasts. My mother reached behind her
and grabbed my penis, directing the glans towards her vaginal opening. As soon as I touched her labia, I felt the urge to
ejaculate . My
mother continued to sit down, her vagina already soaked with vaginal fluid, and my thick penis
slid effortlessly into her little cunt.
She was also highly aroused, leaking copious amounts of vaginal fluid, eagerly anticipating being brutally violated by her son
. As soon as my penis was inside her vagina, Mom began to ride on top, her full, round buttocks grinding against my thick shaft,
her white breasts pressed tightly against my chest. I opened my arms and embraced her back, then slowly
slid down to her buttocks, holding her round, plump buttocks and gently spreading them apart, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Mom.
It seemed Mom enjoyed it too, wanting me to caress her beautiful buttocks.
My movements became increasingly rough; Mom moved up and down on my erect penis, while I spread
her buttocks, kneading her elastic flesh forcefully. After playing for a while, my middle finger unconsciously touched
Mom's anus. Stimulated by this, Mom let out a strange moan, her body trembled, and
she nestled against my shoulder, kissing me.
I began to caress her cute little anus with my fingertips. Mom trembled again, sat up, glanced at me,
didn't say anything, and continued to lie on top of me. Mom's buttocks sat on my big cock, leaning forward slightly, her buttocks
moving out a little. I continued to explore, my fingers already a little wet, gently inserting them inside. One knuckle
was already inside Mom's tight little anus, making Mom let out a seductive moan of pleasure.
After getting used to my finger playing, Mom continued to slowly ride on me. Each time her plump buttocks fell, my
thick cock plunged deep into Mom's tender flesh, and my middle finger went deeper into her little anus. It was so
stimulating , Mom's rectum was so warm and tight. Mom also liked me playing with her anus like this.
After my finger was fully inserted, she began to stroke my cock faster. The only sounds in the room were the soft,
slapping sounds of genitals colliding, and Mom's obviously suppressed moans. He frantically stroked my penis.
Mom seemed lost in passion. With both her vagina and anus penetrated, she quickly reached orgasm,
her body trembling uncontrollably. After a while, her movements slowed, and her breathing became steady.
She rested for a moment before saying with lingering pleasure, "Baby, you fucked Mom so well.
Did you cum?"
I shook my head.
Mom leaned closer and kissed me passionately, then carefully got off me, knelt in front of me,
and nodded. I started masturbating. Looking at Mom's shy and beautiful face, I quickly stroked
my penis. Soon, I was also on the verge of climaxing.
"Try to shoot it into Mommy's mouth, baby, we can't leave any marks."
I continued stroking my penis, and just as I was about to ejaculate, Mom opened her mouth wide,
waiting for my semen to enter. I leaned closer and inserted my penis into Mom's mouth, and semen
spurted out along my long shaft. My mother's mouth was wide open, and the first spurt of semen shot directly into her mouth, swallowed by her
throat . Then, she closed her mouth and took my penis in, catching all the semen I ejaculated.
Watching my mother diligently swallowing my semen was the most wonderful thing in the world. I fantasized about
enjoying this pleasure again in the future, but then I heard my mother's voice: "After we get home, we can't
continue!"
I didn't want to stop; I had to seize the opportunity.

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