Covid Quarantine with Mom

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All characters are fictional and above the age of 18.

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Part 1

I couldn't wait for the holidays. Completely free and of legal age for the first time. No more school and responsibilities, and 2 months of enjoyment to come. The desire for freedom and enjoyment was even more fueled by this devilish pandemic and stupid restrictions that locked me in a room and completely changed my way of life and entertainment.

Goofing around in the street has been replaced by online socializing, making friends with people I may never even meet, and many sleepless nights spent sitting at the computer and playing games. The only good thing was the online classes, which, especially for those of us who were not very good students, made it possible to end the school year easily without any consequences.

With the end of school, the easing of measures, the opening of cafes, and everything else was announced for the tourist season. This meant I would spend most of my time outside, but I forgot that my mom might have other plans. We had already agreed since I definitely won't be going to college that she would quickly find me a job with the help of her acquaintances. However, because of this coronavirus, she decided that I should be free during these summer months and I should just enjoy myself because, like everyone, I have been locked up at home most of the time lately. She will start looking for a job for me in the fall. Well, everything went in my favor; school ended and the measures eased.

Perhaps I should have said at the beginning that I live with my forty-five-year-old mother, Jasna, who, like all single mothers, was very protective but also quite indulgent towards me, her only son. The other person she was still attached to besides me was her younger sister Verica. Although they had completely different characters and temperaments, they were very close. Due to her nature, Verica could never have a stable relationship, and the older she got, the more difficult it was for her to settle down with someone. However, already in her late thirties, she finally met someone. and their relationship lasted more than 2 months. He was a lawyer from Prague, and they had met on the Croatian coast, spending their summer together.

After the summer romance, despite all the assumptions, they remained in a relationship, and Verica soon moved to Prague. I remember one day when Mom was talking to her on the phone and suddenly started screaming. Verica told her that they had just gotten married. It was sudden; they didn't do any ceremonies but simply went on a trip and came back married. Time passed, and both were already in their forties, so it was to be expected that they would soon have a child, but that did not happen. Verica had some kind of medical problem, and I only know that she went to some private clinics for therapy.

Mom once again started screaming with excitement when Verica informed her that she was pregnant. Her pregnancy was complicated, so Verica was under medical supervision most of the time. So for the first time, they did not come to us during the summer. The birth of the child coincided with the beginning of the pandemic, so we did not see each other for two whole years, even though Prague is less than ten hours away by car or an hour by plane.

Although they could come in the summer, they still didn't want to risk coming in the era of the Corona virus with a small child. Then my mom decided that we would visit them as soon as the restrictions eased. Verica reported that the Czech Republic had lifted the restrictions. Mom immediately booked two plane tickets to Prague as soon as I finished school. Although I would have rather been at home by myself, I couldn't refuse to go with my mother and visit my aunt to see my nephew for the first time.

Despite my mother teaching me to double-check all information always, she now made a catastrophic mistake. We landed in Prague and collected our luggage, waited in line for passport control, and then came the shock. The policeman told us that we had to quarantine for seven days. Mom tried to explain to him that the restrictions had been lifted and that the quarantine was not necessary by combining English with a few words of Czech, but being in shock meant that every third word would come out in our language. The communication between the two was not very good, and they did not understand each other. I was shocked. I couldn't imagine being locked in a room again for a week. Being so upset, she told the policeman to wait a bit, so we got out of line and stood on the side. She started sizzling.

"Well, Verica said that the measures have been lifted! Damn, what are we going to do now? Why do I have no signal? Daniel, do you have a signal?"

I just shrugged my shoulders, and she nervously held her cell phone and tried to call Verica.

"How about trying to turn off flight mode, Mom?"

She finally got a signal and managed to call Verica. Verica told her to calm down and that she would check what it was about and call her in 2 minutes.

"Now she will check what it is about."

"Anyway, I don't intend to go into any kind of quarantine. I'm going home."

"Well, OK, we will return home then. Check, when would we have a return flight?"

I took out my cell phone and started searching the Sky Scanner. There were no return flights today, and the one tomorrow was at a price we could not afford. I only found a flight home at an acceptable price on Friday, which would mean that we would still have to stay there in the hotel for two nights.

"No, I'm not giving a thousand euros for a ticket. Even the one this Friday is not cheap, especially factoring in the fact that we also have to pay for the hotel."

"How the hell could you plan to go on a trip if you don't have the money for it and you haven't checked the rules? Unbelievable! And you keep complaining to me that I'm..."

Her cell phone rang before I could finish. Mom was talking to Verica, and I was nervously walking in circles. When she finished talking, she spoke to me in a gentle tone.

"Verica was wrong; the cancellation of arrival restrictions is valid only from 1.7. for foreigners, not from 15.6. But the quarantine is only for 5 days, and Jiri had arranged for us to stay at the hotel free of charge through his connections. If you really want, we can go back home, but take into account how much we pay for the tickets we buy, and then we'll still sleep here, and in the end, we have to visit them again in ten days. It will cost at least a thousand and five hundred euros. I don't have that type of money, but isn't it better to be patient for those 5 days so that you have something left to spend during the summer? I mean,... take your pick."

I would really sacrifice that money just to return home because I'm sick of being locked in my room, but realistically, Mom really was right. We are not so rich that we can just throw away so much money.

"Well, okay, Mom, I'll be patient," I said with great difficulty, and finally, a smile appeared on my mother's face, and she came closer to me and hugged me.

"My smart boy."

We went back to the counter and told the policeman where we were going to stay. We entered all the information and finally left the airport. We took a taxi and arrived at the hotel in 20 minutes.

It was a small hotel not far from the city center. The friendly receptionist first checked the documents and found the reservation, then she explained to us that we were not allowed to leave the fifth floor. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner will be delivered to our room according to the daily offer, and if we want something else, we can choose and notify the reception an hour before. Coffee, tea, and water are served in the corridor, and there are also clean towels and bed linen. She also informed us that there is a balcony at the very end of the corridor where we can stay for some fresh air. She gave us the key, and we headed for the elevator.

"Wait, she only gave us one key? Will we be in the same room?"

"Well, apparently Jiri just paid for a double room for us."

I didn't like that idea--at all. When I have to be locked down in a room, I would prefer to be alone. A new shock soon followed. As soon as we entered the room, I saw there was only one big double bed.

"So what is this now? Why aren't there two separate beds?" I grouched.

"Um, I don't know. It is a bit inconvenient. I guess all the double rooms are like this," my Mom tried to placate me.

"Fuck this."

"Don't swear! It would be embarrassing for me to call Verica now and say that we need another room after Jiri has paid for everything."

"So what do these Czechs think, that only couples come to hotels?"

"Come on, calm down. The bed is big enough for both of us to sleep there without any problems."

"Well, no, not really."

"If necessary, I will sleep on the floor; just don't cause problems."

"Oh no, Mom, you will not sleep on the floor."

Somehow I managed to calm down and accept the fact that I would sleep with her in the same bed for 5 days. Nothing could surprise and shock me anymore. We settled in and showered...

The selection of TV channels was not bad, and luckily I had brought my laptop, so we had a choice of movies, games, and other entertainment. I connected to the Wi-Fi and searched the Internet, and soon dinner arrived. The staff knocked on the door and handed us trays of food and drinks.

The food was satisfactory. Otherwise, I would eat my portion and half of my mother's. My only complaint was that they only served one slice of sour dough bread. After dinner, each of us was busy in our world of calls, messages, and social networks. Then we found some kind of movie and started watching it, but fatigue and stress took their toll, so we didn't see the end of the movie as we both fell asleep. The bed was comfortable, and I can't remember the last time I slept this well.

We were woken up by a knock on the door, and breakfast was served, after which we again dedicated ourselves to our virtual world until lunch.

Alas, so much food and just lying in bed...

"After this, I will need to exercise again--a lot and some kind of diet, because this way I will become a fat pig," Mom said and put her hands on her stomach.

I looked at her. Okay, maybe she's a little plump, but in a good way. I can't imagine what she would be like if she were skinny. She's perfectly fine as is; I can't imagine her looking any other way. I didn't know how to answer her. Of course, I wouldn't say that she is fat and needs to go on a diet. And I'm certainly not going to lie and tell her that she's as thin as a 20-year-old girl. I was honest and told her the truth.

"Mom, you look completely lovely the way you are, so a few kilos more or less doesn't make any difference."

"Um, I don't know," she murmured in disagreement.

Mom has beautiful facial features that look youthful, and the fact that she is also a natural blonde certainly helps her look a decade younger than she is, in her forties. As I said, she is a bit overweight, but considering the size of her breasts and ass, you can say that she looks pretty good. Yes, you guessed it. She has huge tits, wider-than-average hips, and a huge butt, and the fact that she is shorter makes her curves stand out even more.

Then, after lunch, we made a mistake. We fell asleep and woke up late in the afternoon. How could one resist the comfortable bed and the warmth? Why was it a mistake? Because we didn't feel like sleeping in the evening. She still managed to fall asleep around 2 a.m., but I just tossed and turned in bed for most of the night, finally managing to fall asleep just before morning. Of course, nothing prevented us from making up for sleeping during the day, so I slept through almost the entire next day and had a problem again at night. She also had a problem, but she still managed to fall asleep before me.

We had completely changed our biorhythm, and sleep was no longer of regular quality. Staying in bed all day took its toll. We would sleep several times a day, only for a few hours, and more during the day than during the night. We just laid down and watched the TV, but after a while, we both started to get a little nervous. We would get out of bed more and more often and walk around the room.

I was in boxers and a T-shirt the whole time. In the beginning, she wore a short summer nightgown and panties to sleep, and during the day she would change into a t-shirt and tights or shorts, but since we switched daytime for the night, it was as if it were always night for us, so she stayed all day in a nightgown and her panties.

It was the third evening. We had searched the internet for recommendations for series or movies. We both love thrillers, so we quickly agreed on what to watch. The thriller series we chose turned out to be an erotic thriller with a lot of uncensored sex scenes. It wasn't the first time we watched something with sex scenes together, but this was still a bit too much. The entire plot of the series was about sex, which could not be deduced from the title. The title of the series was "Disorder," and the genre was thriller. Although I thought it should have been called an erotic thriller and should have been classified as soft porn. In general, that mini-series was great, but I was so uncomfortable lying in the same bed with my Mom and watching all the fucking going on in the film. The worst part was that I had an erection the whole time.

After the first episode, I covered myself with a sheet even though the room was quite warm. Before the last episode, she decided to try and sleep, and I put on another movie. I couldn't calm down though. Even though the new movie had nothing to do with sex, my cock was hard and erect the whole time, and I was just imagining fucking a girl in my head. I knew I would have to jerk off. Of course, I was careful with every movement so my Mom wouldn't see me wanking.

I decided not to go to the bathroom right away until I was sure she was fast asleep because I thought she would realize I was going to jerk off. That's why I waited for her to fall asleep, but she also kept turning around. Just when I thought she was asleep, she made a move. She had her back turned to me, so I decided to take my dick out of my boxers, jerk it lightly, and wait to make sure she was asleep. I planned on going to the bathroom eventually to jerk it off.

And so, I started jerking my cock lightly, but I also kept looking at my Mom to make sure that she wasn't turning towards me and see what I was doing. So I looked more at her than at the TV. I couldn't help but notice how her nightgown had risen over her bum as she scrunched her knees up. Yes, her ass was in the palm of my hand, so to speak. The light from the television allowed me to see how her panties cut into her cunt. I stopped for a moment and thought to myself, "Damn, you're not normal; you're looking at mom's butt and pussy and jerking off! Am I normal? I'm worse than those actors in the series we had watched."

Then I realized that she was not moving from that position and concluded that she had fallen asleep. Like I said, I was planning to go and jerk off in the bathroom when she fell asleep, but now, for some reason, I wanted to watch her and jerk off some more. I also turned on my side towards her butt, which was in the middle of the bed. We were separated by about ten centimeters, and I jerked it in her direction.

I didn't know what I wanted at that moment, but I got even closer. I felt her breathing and concluded that she was sleeping. It was an opportunity to go to the bathroom and jerk off, but I suddenly changed my plan. I wanted to get closer to her and touch her body, just a little bit to get even more horny, and then go jerk off. It was clear to me that it would be a disaster if she were to wake up, and I realized that I was courting disaster by what I was doing. So I put my dick in my boxers and slowly snuggled up to her so that it looked like I was sleeping and that we got so close by accident. I was so very close to her for almost several minutes, and she didn't move an inch. She was breathing deeply, so I concluded that she was sleeping deeply. I was tense and so turned on like never before. My cock was trapped in my boxers against her bottom. I had a feeling I would come as soon as I touched it.

I knew I had to step away and go jerk off in the bathroom. I had already moved away from her, and I just wanted to touch her with my fingers a little before I left. I thought that if she hadn't woken up when I was snuggled up to her, she wouldn't wake up if I just touched her a little while sleeping so soundly. I mustered up the courage and slowly put my finger over her panties, cutting into her cunt. Yes, everything was wet. I stopped like that for a few seconds, and then she moved a little, extending one leg and bending the other at the knees., making her pussy even more accessible and more open for my viewing pleasure.

I was afraid that she had woken up, so I stilled completely. After less than a minute, I decided to move her panties a little, touch her pussy and then finally go to the bathroom. The worst part was to slowly maneuver and imperceptibly separate the panties from her pussy. I slowly inserted my finger between her pussy and panties. Everything was very wet. Then I slowly pulled the panties outward and to the side of her cunt, giving me free access.

All kinds of things were going through my head then. I knew what the consequences could be if she woke up and found out what I was doing. I was afraid, but passion still prevailed. I started touching her pussy with my fingers.

Her pussy was so fleshy, with huge spread lips revealing a bulge with some kind of button on top of her cunt. I'd never seen such a prominent clitoris, and lowering my finger down, her spread lips showed the way and led to a hole that was so slippery that my finger entered without any resistance. As soon as my finger entered her pussy, she let out a gentle sound--"Aah".

I immediately thought that she was waking up, pulled out my finger, and moved to my side of the bed out of fear, and she let out two more gentle breaths, "Aah, aah."

Well, I guess she's dreaming, I thought. After maybe a minute or two, I looked at her again. She changed her position. Now she was lying on her stomach. Her nightgown was still pulled up over her bum, and her legs were slightly spread. I looked at that huge butt and asked myself, "Well, am I normal?"

Common reason did not prevail. I took my dick out again and started jerking it, looking at my Mom's huge ass. It didn't take long for me to get close to her again and reach her crotch with my fingers. Her panties were still at the side beside her pussy, as I had originally left it. This time, as soon as I touched her pussy, she shuddered, and I quickly turned around and pretended to be asleep.

"No, I overdid it; I have to calm down, finally go to the bathroom to jerk off, and then I won't think of such stupid things anymore, I thought.

I waited a few more minutes to hear her deep breathing again to make sure she was fast asleep and then turned away. I looked towards her, and she was now lying on her back. I looked at her face first. Her eyes were closed. She breathed through her mouth. Firm in my efforts to go to the bathroom this time, something stopped me again. How could I go when one of her tits fell out? Maybe other women have tits, but my Mom had huge boobs that didn't point upwards when she was lying down but collapsed to the side.

I knew very well what kind of tits she had, and I also knew about her huge nipples, but now everything was different. I can't describe how I felt. I was looking at that nipple. God, that nipple is like a finger; how did it just pop out?