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On Holiday TogetherMy husband and I have been divorced for ten years. Mark has spent his time divided between us. I found the time when Mark was at his father’s very difficult as he was our only c***d and I was alone in the house when he wasn’t there. I promised Mark a week’s holiday which involved driving from North Wales to The Highlands in Scotland. We had a week to enjoy a leisurely trip, stopping as we desired along the way. Our first day on the road was fun. I thought it great that we liked each others company so much. The first night in the guesthouse was uneventful. The room had two beds and the normal hotel furnishings. Mark and I talked about school and other such themes. We retired early as we were both tired. The next morning I woke before Mark and when I got out of my bed to use the bathroom, I looked at Mark lying in bed and noticed that there was a rather large raised area at his groin under the sheet. I realised that Mark had a morning erection. I resisted the temptation to look more and went into the bathroom. When I came out, I noticed that Mark had turned over and was on his side. As I walked towards the window to open the curtains, Mark turned on his back again, this time the sheet had moved down his legs and I could see his penis pushing against the material of his boxer shorts. This had raised the fly open and I could see part of his penis. Instead of turning away I let my gaze linger longer than I should have. I open the curtains and told Mark it was time to get up. He stretched and, I guess, realised that he had a morning hardon. He rolled over and in a few moments went into the bathroom. Well I thought, there is nothing unusual about this occurrence. After all, he is my son and we have seen each other naked and in our underwear many times. However, there was something that stirred in me this time that did not seem totally motherly. Maybe it was knowing that my f******n year old son was growing into a fine young man, or being in the hotel or a combination of both. But, it was strange to have these sensations in my body.The next night we stopped at another hotel and after dinner we relaxed and discussed plans for the next days sightseeing. I took a shower, wrapped a towel around me and was standing in front of the bathroom mirror when I noticed that I could see Mark in the bedroom. I had left the door ajar so that the steam wouldn’t be so dense and fog the mirror. What I hadn’t noticed was the fact the bathroom mirror was aligned with the mirror over the bedroom dresser so that you could see into the other room. Mark was standing in front of the dresser and I could tell that he was looking at me. Or at least I think he was looking at me. I felt sure that if I saw him through the mirrors, he must be able to see me. However, when I looked back, I didn’t see him any more, so he must have moved to another part of the bedroom. Then I did something that I still can’t believe I did. Something that seemed to happen without much thought. I was visioning Mark’s hardon from the day before as I removed my towel and dried my hair some more. Instead of wrapping the towel above my breasts as I had done when I stepped out of the shower, I wrapped it around my waist, which left my 38D breasts totally exposed. I tinkered at the bathroom counter and kept glancing into the other room. Finally, Mark came back into view and he stopped dead in his tracks as he saw me thorough the mirrors. I reached for my hairbrush and began brushing as I kept my eye on Mark. He was definitely watching me and I could see that he was getting excited as his pants began to bulge. At this point, I came back çanakkale escort to reality and decided it best to end the show. I put on my robe came into the room. I asked Mark if he wanted to watch TV. He replied that it was his turn for a shower and went into the bathroom. I saw that he too had left the door ajar. I heard the water stop and knew he had stepped out of the shower. I sat on the bed looking at the mirror. I wanted to resist the urge to go to the dresser. I was fighting the feelings I was having. I knew that if I went to the mirror, the reason would be to see if I could observe My young teenage son as he had observed me. I gave in, got up and went to the dresser. I looked into the mirror and sure enough, there was Mark in the bathroom. Naked, his penis was semi-hard. I looked at it and saw what a fine, virile young man he had grown into. I was filled with motherly and womanly love for my son. Proud he was my baby boy, my son. But also, appreciative of his masculinity, his manhood.The next night, fate entered into the equation. The hotel had no rooms with two beds. The only thing available was a room with one kingsize bed. We took it and I told Mark not to worry there was enough room in the bed for the both of us. We agreed to share the bed and both made nervous quips about not pushing each other out of the bed during the night. This time the mirrors were not aligned properly to allow for any view of each other. But when I came out of the shower, I let my robe d**** open as I walked around the room. I was certain Mark must have been able to see quick views of my dark hairy pussy, but I never actually made eye contact with him to confirm it. We watched some TV and then turned the lights off and settled into our respective sides of the bed.Sometime during the night, I became aware that Mark had rolled over next to me. I was lying on my back and he had moved facing me on his side. I felt his hand push against my thigh, and instinctively reached down to pat it with my hand. I was shocked when instead of his hand I touched his erect penis. He had another hardon and it had poked me. I should have immediately drawn my hand back, but I didn’t. I let it rest on his hard young cock. We stayed that way for minutes. I rationalised that he was probably still sleeping and wasn’t even aware of his close proximity to me or thought that I was sleeping also. Mark then d****d his hand over my breast. It was done innocently and in his sleep. I should have moved it away, I should have turned over, got out of bed, done something, anything to stop what was happening. But I couldn’t, something in me refused to separate myself from my son. It felt nice, it felt warm, and it felt secure lying with him like this. Lying in bed with a man as I had not done for years. Feeling the heat and firmness of his frame, the hardness of his dick resting on my hand. While my mind was having this fight with itself about the propriety of what was happening, I felt Mark’s fingers push ever so lightly on my breast. Finger manipulations that certainly could happen u*********sly while one slept. Or so I reasoned. Then again I did something I could not believe. I flexed my fingers on his hard young dick. Returning the manipulations he gave my breasts. Mark pressed his fingers again. I responded in kind. I felt his Young cock jerk under my fingers. This back and forth – tit for tat , excuse the pun, went on for awhile. I was telling myself that he was sleeping and didn’t realise what was happening. But, I wasn’t sleeping and I did realise what was happening. And I wanted it. My body was stirring in ways it had escort çanakkale never done before, I was getting wet between my legs, my nipples were hard, and I was having trouble controlling my breathing. I was more turned on by my own son than I had ever been with another man. I guess it was knowing that this was so taboo, so forbidden that made it all the more exciting. Mark suddenly rolled over and got out of bed almost in a run to the bathroom. I believe he must have climaxed. He returned to the bed and both of us slept. Nothing about this was mentioned the next morning. We both acted normally with each other.When we stopped at the next hotel, I had to use the toilet right away. The long drive without a toilet break had my bladder bursting. I used the lobby toilets while Mark checked us in. When I met him in the lobby, he had the room key and said that this hotel only had kingsize beds and would it be ok for us to share a bed again. I assured him that would be fine. I told him he was a good bedmate. When we got to the room, we saw that there was a sofa in this room. Mark disappointedly said he would sleep there and let me have the bed to myself. I should have agreed, but, instead told him not to be silly. We slept together last night and would do it again tonight. We put our bags in the room and we went out for dinner. When we returned we got ready for bed. I had been sleeping in one of my longer nighties and Mark had been sleeping in his boxer shorts. For some reason, to night, I put on one of my shorter nighty’s that button up the front. I never sleep with knickers on, so there was no issue with myself on that score. I left a couple of buttons undone at the top and noticed how Mark watched my every move as I walked around the room and bent over several times. I knew that he could see most if not all of my large 38D breasts as the nighty would fall away from my body when I leaned over. I was enjoying the sexual tension that was flowing. But comfortable as I rationalised that all this was an accident.We both fell asleep or at least we both pretended to be asleep. Again, I was on my back and after about thirty minutes Mark rolled towards me again. I felt his hard young cock press against my bare thigh and this time I knew it was his cock. Even knowing this, I let my hand move down and my fingers again touched his hardness. In a few minutes, he moved his hand to my breast and we began our game. Fingers pressing in response to each other. I was so hot, and i could feel my pussy was getting wetter and wetter. I knew that if this continued we both would not be able to deny what was happening. In a moment of sanity, I decided I had to cut this off before it was too late. I rolled on my side with my back to Mark. I figured this would be a signal that it was over and all would be ok. That was not to be. Mark moved closer to me. He was on his side facing my back. He pressed into me so that his body matched the contour of mine. I could feel his hard young erection now pressed against my arse, and to my horror or delight, I don’t know which, Probably both, I realised that my nighty had moved above my hips as I had rolled to my side and Mark’s hard young cock was against my naked arse. I didn’t move. I was frozen. I wanted it to stop; I wanted it to continue. I told myself to get up, that would break the spell both of us were under. But I didn’t get up. I laid there being still, trying to steady my breathing, trying to act as though I was asleep and hoping that Mark was sleeping and did not know how close he was to me, to my dry wet pussy. Then I felt him push his hips towards my çanakkale escort bayan arse cheeks. Just barely discernible, but, I was certain I felt the pressure. A minute or two passed and he pressed again. I think I felt his young cock twitch against the crack of my arse. I remained still. Determined not to participate on a conscious level. Mark pressed again, a little more firmly. My mind was saying, ok you can control this, but my body had its own mind. The next time he pushed, I pushed back. Very lightly, but, it was a response to him. This pushing back and forth continued for awhile. I might have pushed back into him for every two or three he did to me. But I was returning the pressure and I felt bewildered at how this could be happening with my own f******n year old son. My baby boy. Although, he was certainly no baby anymore, and he seemed to actually want to be with his mother in this sexual way. I became aware that Mark had moved his hard penis from pressing against my arse to a lower angle where his hard young cock was actually at my wet pussy lips. I know I was very wet down there and the moisture and the hotness of our genitals were propelling me to sensations I could no longer deny. But, I could not consciously let this happen. It was happening in our sleep, I justified. Now Mark was pushing his hard young cock against my wet hairy pussy. I remained still, resolved that I would not push back and he would soon need to cum again and go to the bathroom. My body was on autopilot now. At some point, my arse pushed back. He pushed forward and I was certain I could feel his young cock in the outer folds of my pussy lips. Mark would push very lightly, but not withdraw. When I would push back very lightly, his hard cock would move just a fraction of an inch into me. This went back and forth, until I knew with out any doubt that his hard young cock was in me. Not all the way, but, he was in his mother’s pussy, my pussy and I wasn’t willing to stop it from happening. Finally Mark pushed harder and his young cock penetrated me all the way. We both lay there, his hard young cock twitched inside me. I did not move. But Mark started to fuck me. He would pull his cock nearly out of me and then push it all the way in. There was no other way to describe it. He was fucking His own mother and I was letting him. I was enjoying it. Although, I still tried to convince myself that if I lay still, he would think he was screwing his sleeping mother. Then involuntarily, I moved my hips in time with his. My pussy quivered with lust. I was fucking my own teenage son back. Mark d****d his hand over my breast and squeezed. He found the opening to my nighty and moved his hand over my bare breast. At the same time he ground his young cock in me. I pushed back fully this time. It was so deep, so hard. I placed my hand over his as he played with my nipples. Not to stop him, but to send him a signal that it was all right. Then I felt his young cock swell in my pussy and he climaxed in me. I came too, hard, long. I’m not sure that the whole time wasn’t one big climax for me. One beginning where the other ended. Finally, we lay there, quite, still. After a few minutes, Mark’s cock lost it’s fullness and got slightly softer and I could feel him slide out of me. We both fell asleep like that. In the morning, we again acted as if nothing had happened. It was an accident. It did not recur again on that holiday . Will it happen in the future? I can’t say for certain. All I know is that I enjoyed it happening that time and feel even closer to my son for it. I wish there were some way we could openly admit what happened. Acknowledge what took place between us. But for now, we both are comfortable with letting it remain an accident that happened in our sleep. I think we both know the other knows, but that’s ok. We love each other and are closer than I ever thought possible.

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