****** The Holiday Got Better by Jack Barton ******
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The Holiday Got Better


This story, while not entirely factual, was related to me by a third party and
has a basis of truth. Written by Jack Barton, please let me know what you think
at Jonjax@hotmail.com.

When my parents first met, mum was a trainee hairdresser and dad was an
electrician. Through very hard work my dad has built a company and now has a
thriving electrical shop and a few tradesmen working for him. My mother, Rita,
though not what you would exactly call a beauty, is still quite a pretty woman.

This narrative starts at the time of Mum's 50th birthday. It was arranged for
Mum and Dad to go to Majorca for 10 days to celebrate her birthday and I was to
stay with my sister and her family. I am the youngest of three children;
jokingly called the blackout baby, I was born exactly nine months after a power
cut! I am fourteen and my two sisters are in their thirties, so you could
conclude that I was a mistake, (much to Dad's delight to have a son). Two days
before they were due to go, however, dad was let down at work and just couldn't
make it, so it was decided that mum would still go but I would accompany her
and so two days later we were on our way to Majorca. We arrived at the hotel
but we'd both overlooked the fact that mum and dad had booked a double room and
it was impossible to change at such short notice so we had to share a double
bed, which caused some laughter and joking.

To be honest I don't think that either mum or I enjoyed the holiday much, I
think we both missed company of our own age and neither of us felt we could go
off and leave the other on their own. The evenings weren't so bad though. After
the evening meal we'd settle in the bar and enjoy the entertainment. At night,
I would change in the bedroom and just jump into bed in my underpants while mum
would go into the bathroom and put on her sexy nightie which, incidentally, was
bought to turn dad on, not me. We would kiss each other goodnight and roll to
our separate sides of the bed. Now I had never thought of my mum as being
particularly sexy before, but then I'd never gone to bed with her before. After
our kiss I would lie there trying to think up ways to "accidentally" brush
against her tits. The mornings were worse though. I'd wake up every morning
with a raging hard on next to a woman I was beginning to fancy and I couldn't
even have a wank. I'd have to jump from the bed and run to the bathroom to have
my first piss of the day without mum noticing the bulge in my shorts, although
judging by the smile on her face, she did!

Anyway, the holiday progressed and each night I would try copping a feel of
mum's tits. My ploys included holding onto our goodnight kiss a little longer
than appropriate and slowly sliding my hand from her shoulder towards my goal -
no good. Tickling her and generally trying to get into a romping situation - no
good. Finally, I tried breathing onto her neck. I'd seen the breathing trick
done successfully in a film but in real life I think it just irritated mum and
she told me to roll over. I could tell by mum's body language that she knew
what was going on and she was having none of it, so I'd settle for the odd wank
whenever she went out. The last night came and mum allowed me a couple of
lagers, and she had a few wines herself. By the time we went to bed we were
both a bit giggly and silly.

We entered the room and as I closed the door behind me, mum fell backward onto
the bed, arms and legs akimbo. I fell next to her and we lay there chatting and
laughing, but something was slightly different, mum was speaking to me for the
first time as if I was an adult. The conversation became a bit more personal;
mum explaining the circumstances of my conception and the shock when she found
out she was pregnant at the age of 36. As I listened to mum I raised myself on
one arm, looking at my prone mother relating how she was the oldest mum in the
labor ward and later on the school run how some other mums at first mistook her
for the grandmother. In the meantime I had slid my arm across mum's body and my
hand was now gently resting on her left tit. It had been there for some time
before she appeared to notice it. Mother looked down at my hand and then slowly
raised her gaze to look at me, a knowing look on her face and she quietly said,
"I think you'd better move your hand, don't you son?" I knew exactly what she
meant but I said, "Great mum, I thought you'd never ask," and started rubbing
mum's tit in large circular motions. She curled into a ball, rocking back and
forth, her body shaking with laughter. When she eventually stopped she lay back
on the bed, curled her arm around my neck, pulled my head toward her and gave
me a big, wet sloppy kiss on the mouth, certainly a mum/son type of kiss. Now
this was not what I wanted and when she released me I thought, "it's now or
never and damn the consequences."

She still had a smile on her face when I slowly lowered my face toward her and
let my lips softly brush against hers. I pulled my head back, looked deeply
into her eyes and then pushed our lips back together more firmly this time,
leaving her in no doubt that this kiss had a deeper meaning. I was raised on my
left arm and moved my other arm over her body onto the bed the other side of
her, my body pinning her to the mattress. Another kiss, this time her mouth
opened slightly and I felt the faintest touch of tongue on my lips. I opened my
mouth fully and she responded to my kissing. By now our tongues were snaking
around each other's mouths in a passionate kiss that took my breath away.

I had kissed many girls of my own age before but this kiss was so much more
passionate, more womanly somehow. It was the sexiest kiss I'd ever had and I
was actually trembling with excitement. I had the hardest boner that I'd ever
had in my life and my head was swimming. I could feel my heart pounding in my
chest as kiss followed kiss. I slowly snaked my hand back across her stomach
and gradually unbuttoned her blouse before slipping my hand inside to cup an
enormous breast covered in a white bra. The bra felt both rough and smooth to
my touch as I gently stroked her tit through the lacy material until I felt her
nipple pushing against the fabric. She broke off the kiss and breathlessly
said, "No son, we'd better stop now before it gets out of hand."

"No mum, please, I love you and I want you," I pleaded, realizing that I must
do something quickly to keep the mood going.

"We've had a bit of fun," she said, "but I'm your mother, and....."

While she was speaking, I undid my fly and pulled my cock from the confines of
my trousers, took her hand in mine and placed it on my rock hard prick. As soon
as she felt it she stopped talking and with a little gasp, gripped it and
started slowly pumping it back and forth, pulling me tightly to her body. With
my free hand I stroked her legs and ran my hand up to her pussy. She opened her
legs wide to accommodate my hand, which went straight to the juice soaked
crotch of her panties. I had never heard about women lubricating before and my
first reaction was that she had wet herself, but I was too far gone by now to
worry. Mum was by now writhing under me, kissing my face and neck and pulling
on me fiercely.

Suddenly she jumped from under me, "Come on, hurry," she panted, pulling me
from the bed and hurriedly tugging my shirt out of my trousers.

She got onto her knees to undo my belt and then she yanked my trousers and
pants off together in one move and held them while I stepped out of them, my
cock now inches from her face. Then a strange thing happened. She turned her
head slightly and sucked my cock into her mouth, sucking hungrily for all she
was worth. This was my first blowjob, and naïve as I was I'd never even heard
about them before!

Fucking heaven! Indescribable pleasure, looking down at my mother's head
bobbing on my dick I held onto mum's head and slowly thrust my cock deeper into
her mouth, her tongue working around the glans and her hands cupping by balls
and fondling them. I was on the verge of shooting my load and mum must have
realized, because she stood up and invited me to undress her. I didn't need
asking twice. First her blouse, then her skirt and as I reached around to
unfasten her bra, her tits were squashed against my chest. I unclipped the
fastener and let the bra fall to the floor and mum's tits hanging free. I
couldn't resist the temptation and massaged them, kneading them and rolling
them in the palms of my hands. I can't describe the pleasure and how soft they
were! The size of her nipples and how hard they were surprised me.

It was obvious that mum was in charge of proceedings. She lay back on the bed,
pulling me down on top of her and gripped my prick, guiding it into her waiting
pussy. Being my first time, I went at it like a mad thing, bouncing and
thrusting, but mum slowed me down.

"Sh, Sh," She cooed, "take it easy, slow down," and she dictated the pace.

I slowly plunged my rampant manhood into her, deeper, deeper, ever deeper into
the well of liquid pleasure. I was aware of her nails digging deeply into my
buttocks, my pleasure soaring to heights that I'd previously thought
impossible. Mum kept our rhythm steady until I could stand it no longer.
Suddenly my body went into spasm as I shook in the delight of my first orgasm
inside a woman. My whole body trembled and my legs went rigid. I was aware that
I was moaning, and I hugged my mother tightly until the convulsions subsided.

I rolled from on top of my mother and looked up to the ceiling, breathing
deeply.

She kissed me deeply and said, "that was lovely son, but it must never happen
again," and it didn't, despite my pleading and begging.

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