My Mom And Me – Pretending To Be Mother And Son?

My mom and me we love to go on short vacations together. It has somewhat become a tradition of ours to take a Friday off, to board a plane and fly out into a big city where no one knows us. And there, besides exploring the place itself, doing some cultural things, we just are us: An age gap couple, that pretends to be mother and son, but what no one knows, actually are mother and son. A huge turn on for us two.

One of our most memorable trips happened a few years ago, in spring time, I was thirty two back then, and my mother was fifty five. We were heading out to a city in the warmer South. A place where no one – except a few people I ran in at university or at work once or twice – were living in.

So total freedom for my mother and me, but still some risk to get caught was still there: What if someone that knew us decided to take a short vacation too, and the ended running into us, when my mother and me were holding hands and kissing in public, something we clearly were planning to do? Something like that being possible, even though it being very unlikely, it made it even better, hotter and more exciting for my mom and me.

It was Thursday early evening when my mother and me met up at the airport. We hugged each other welcome, we barely managed suppressed the urge to kiss each other, then we boarded the late night flight towards our destination in the South. It was only a two hours flight.

At our destination we took a cab from the airport into our everything but cheap, but also not luxurious inner city hotel. It was in that cab that my mom and me finally let go, we stopped suppressing anything.

My mom and me were kissing, making out on the backseat of the cab. It had been roughly two weeks since we last time had been with each other, so we quickly were all over each other. But we made it to the hotel without tearing the clothes of each others bodies.

Then at the check in, the receptionist looked a little bit grumpy, it was close to midnight, my mother and me had nothing better to do than to share a long passionate french kiss after we had handed the woman behind the counter our passports. The receptionist looked at us kissing, then she looked at the name on the passports, then she checked us in. Then she handed us our passports back.

And maybe, but this is only wishful thinking, the receptionist had seen that there were no wedding rings on my mother’s and my fingers, and maybe she had come to the conclusion that we were not just an age gap couple, but that we were mother and son. Maybe, not very likely, but maybe.

But it was that thought that turned my mom and me on even further. After the hotel room door was closed behind, our luggage put on the ground my mom and me looked at each other like two very, very horny animals. Moments later we were french kissing and we tore the clothes of each other’s bodies.

Then I grabbed my own mother, I more or less threw her onto the bed, a more than approving moan escaped her body during it, then I opened up her legs, and put my tongue onto her pussy.

The moment my tongue touched her sweet pussy a horny shiver drove through my body. I wanted nothing but to mount her, to slide my dick into the hole that once had given birth to me, but I held back. My tongue stayed on my mother’s already dripping wet hole. Then my tongue went as deep inside her as anyhow possible.

It didn’t took long and my mom began to hold on to my head, to press my head and my tongue onto her pussy while moaning out loud. My so far totally ignored rock hard dick spat out more than just some pre cum.

Then my tongue was on my mother’s clit again. She more than enjoyed getting eaten out by her own son. And I more than enjoyed tasting my own mothers pussy. Then she came. A tiny little orgasm, but my own mother came while having her own son’s tongue on her more than tasty pussy.

Once she had regained herself she pulled me up. Passionate french kissing set in. While doing so she gave my more than needy rock hard pre cum leaking dick a few hard strokes, and then she guided her son’s dick into her swollen and wet pussy.

My mom and me were moaning out loud while my dick slid inside her. My mother’s pussy wrapping herself around my rock hard dick, it felt so good. It felt as if a mother’s pussy truly was made for her son’s dick.

The moment my dick was inside my own mom balls deep she whispered the following into my ear: “Let go, just fuck me, son.”

A moan escaped my body, then I did as told. I let go. I let my inner horny animal run free. I fucked my own mother hard and deep while she was holding on to my back. My dick went in and out, in and out of my mom’s soaking wet pussy. Fuck, it felt so good, and still a little bit wrong, even after a decade doing it, what made it even better.

It didn’t took long and our moaning was filling the hotel room. There was no trying to be silent, there was no holding back at all, my mom and me, we totally got lost in the act. All that mattered for the two of us was the more than awesome sensation of my hard one sliding in and out of her pussy.

Then I came. My more than full and aching balls unloaded themselves. I dumped a huge load inside my own mother. My whole body was trembling after I had given my mom a few more very hard, very intense thrusts with my rock hard dick.

It were those very hard thrusts that pushed my mother over the edge too. Her moaning stopped, her legs were shaking, her hands, her arms fell of my back. Then we both were gone.

I was still laying on top of my mother when I returned into my body. Shortly after she returned into hers. Two heavily breathing humans were looking into each other’s satisfied looking faces. Then we kissed, while our fucking juices were leaking out of her pussy.

We kept on laying there for some time, touching each other, kissing now and then, enjoying the more that totally relaxed post orgasm moments. Then, it was time for a visit in the bathroom. And then, it already had gotten late, it was time to go to bed.

While spooning naked, before falling asleep, my mom came up with an idea: “How about us just being us, and if someone asks, we pretend to be an ordinary couple, that pretends to be mother ans son?”

A smile appeared on my face. My dick got hard within a few seconds. Without me having to answering my mother questions she told me the following: “So a plan it is. But for now, sleep well son.”

Me: “Yes, a plan it is. And sleep well mom.”

Then we fell asleep, spooning, most likely dreaming of the following days, where out in public she would call me son and I would call her mom. Most likely before or after passionately kissing each other.