Exploring Europe with Mom

"Europe!"

The smile on my mother's face stretched from ear to ear as she dropped the two airline tickets on the table and waited for my reaction.

Having just finished my sophomore year of college, I have to admit that the last thing I thought about doing for the summer was going to Europe with my 35-year-old mother. Sure, she was my best friend and I loved her to death, but I was really looking forward to hanging around Chicago and spending my free summer months with friends.

"Well," she said, still smiling. "What do you say, Matty? Want to travel the world with your mom?"

I sat stunned for a bit, before warming to the idea a bit. Who couldn't use a couple weeks in Europe, right?

"How long would we be gone?" I asked.

"As long as we want," she giddily replied. They're open-ended tickets. I figured we could see how we liked it and go from there."

Then, the coy begging began. "Don't you want to spend some time with me?"

Not able to resist her playful pout, I relented. "Okay, I'm in."

My mother became pregnant with me when she was just 15-years-old. Not exactly her life's plan. My father, who was a couple of years older stuck by her and promised to take care of her the best he could. The only problem was that they were teenagers, and they definitely weren't in love. Not even a little.

By the time I was a ten years old, their marriage was in complete shambles. My father, while very successful in business, was never home and seemed to have 'family' just below 'drinking buddies' on his list of priorities. My mother, who had given up her dreams of college to raise me, was lonely. Then, in a cruel twist of fate, my father died in a car accident just before I graduated high school, and she was left without a career and without a man to call her own. Aside from me, that is.

One thing my father did right was leaving my mom well taken care of. At the time of his passing, he had left my mother everything in his will—millions of dollars in total. He may not have been a much of a husband, but at least he left her financially set. That financial stability is what prompted my mother to offer to pay for our trek to Europe. Who was I to complain?

"So, we'll fly into Amsterdam," she said, as she traced her finger across a map. "Then, I've reserved a suite in Copenhagen for a week. I figure explore the city for a bit and just go where our hearts desire from there."

"Sounds good to me!" I said.

Who was I to argue? Besides, the excitement in her voice was all I needed to hear. She had been alone for the past two years while I was away at college, so she had more than earned her share of some family time.

Within two weeks, our bags were packed and we were boarding our plane for what was sure to be a long flight. My seat was next to the window, and my mother's was right next to mine. Thankfully, there wasn't anyone else in our row, so we had a little room to stretch out.

Once in the air, I put on my headphones to watch a movie, while my mother stretched out a bit to catch some winks. As she rested her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes, I couldn't help but notice her legs as they popped out from her dress.

My mother was still relatively young at 35, but I was still shocked at how amazing they looked—very well-defined without a bit of fat or cellulite. She'd later tell me that she had started working out with a trainer while I was at school. It was definitely making an impact.

When we arrived in Amsterdam, it was late and we were both wiped out from the flight. We decided to find a hotel and crash for the night before making our way to Copenhagen the next day. We found a hotel not far from the airport and got a room. When we walked in the room, however, there was a problem. Only one queen-sized bed. My mother called down to the desk to see if they could find another room with two beds, but the staff person told her they didn't have any such rooms left.

"It's alright, Mom," I said. "I can just sleep on the floor. No big deal."

"No you won't," she said, shaking her head. "I won't have you getting a tight neck from a bad night's sleep on our first night here. We can share the bed. It's not the end of the world."

I was fine with that scenario, if she was. As I got ready for bed, mom hopped in the shower to freshen up after a long day. By the time the shower turned off, I was in bed nearly asleep. She came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel. I pretended to be asleep as she walked to her suitcase opposite the bed. Her back was to me, but I could make out the shape of her upper body and ass pretty well. I have to admit, I was blown away. She looked amazing.

Then, it happened. She bent over a bit to reach into her bag and the towel lifted up just enough for me to see her pussy from behind. It was a perfect mound with two well-tucked lips.

My cock immediately began to grow in my boxers. I closed my eyes again as she whirled around to see if I was awake. When she turned back around I opened my eyes to see her drop the towel. She stood naked while pulling out an over-sized t-shirt and sliding it over her body.

I only saw my mother nude for a second, but she was the living embodiment of perfection. Her skin was tan and smooth. Her ass was tight and round, but not too big. While I didn't get a good view of her breasts, I could tell they were a nice handful without being overly large. How could this be the woman who gave birth to me 20 years ago?

She crawled into bed and turned off the lights, but I couldn't have been more awake, my cock now at full size in my boxers.

Within minutes, I could hear her breathing become deeper and knew she was asleep. I looked over at this sleeping beauty, wearing nothing but a t-shirt, and my thoughts went to a place they'd never been before. She rolled over on her side facing me, and when she did her t-shirt slid up just enough so that I could see a small patch of pubic hair just above her pussy.

Double-checking to see she was asleep, I pulled down the sheet, slid down my boxers down and released my hard-on. I took all eight inches of my now-hard cock in my hand as I stared across the bed at my beautiful mother. I began to stroke up and down as I gazed upon her pussy lips. I knew it was wrong, but I pictured what they must feel like, taste like.

Within moments, the thoughts started to make my head—and my cock—tingle. I was close to coming, but just then my mother started to stir in her sleep, causing me to dive back under the sheets. I rolled over onto my side embarrassed by what I had been doing, and even more so, what I had been thinking.

The next morning, we went down to breakfast and things seemed normal. No matter how guilty I felt. My mother asked me how I slept, and I lied and said I had slept great. In between sips of coffee, I noticed a smile cross her face.

"What?" I said.

"Well, I'm surprised you could sleep at all with that huge hard-on you had," she snarked.

Seeing the embarrassment on my face, she immediately tried to put me at ease.

"Don't be embarrassed. If anything, you should be proud. I've never seen or been with one quite that big. Not to speak ill of the dead, but your father wasn't exactly packing a missile down there."

With those words, the mood definitely lightened. I was happy that she didn't seem upset by what I had done the night before. It would've made for one hell of a long trip otherwise.

We drove to Copenhagen later that day and checked into our hotel. My mom had reserved a giant two bedroom suite with a full kitchen and living room. Our windows looked out across a divide at a fancy apartment complex. I thanked my mom for renting us such a nice place to stay for the week, and she joked that you can't take your money with you when you die. Thank god she thought that way.

We decided to go to a small diner by our hotel for dinner, as we were both still a little jet-lagged and weary from our travels. We ate a small dinner, then decided to have a coffee at a coffee joint across the street.

The coffee shop was dimly lit with only a few people sitting at tables near a stage with a man playing corny songs on his guitar. My mom and I gabbed each other's ears off about anything and everything. After a while I forgot we were even related. It felt like I was on a date or out with a friend.

At one point, my mother asked me if I was dating anyone. I told her I tried not to carry on any relationships after the school year ended, especially since I was coming home Chicago for the summer.

"That's smart," she said. "You're too handsome to be tied down by some college girl anyway."

I blushed and deflected her compliments.

"And with what you've got down there," she said, looking at my crotch. "Something tells me you won't have trouble making your next girl happy anyway."

We sat in silence for a second before she excused herself and went to wait in line for the ladies room. As I stared at her standing against the wall in the back of the dark shop, I felt strange. I didn't see my mother. Instead, I saw a beautiful, funny, intelligent single woman who I enjoyed being around. Sure, I knew that having these thoughts was wrong, but it didn't change the facts. Something was happening.

Without thinking, I rose to my feet and walked over to where she was standing and stood in front of her.

She looked at me and said "Hi, honey..."

Before another word could escape her mouth, I leaned in and planted my lips upon hers. At first, her mouth and body recoiled a bit from me, her eyes wide open in surprise at what was happening. Then, as if in a dream, she relaxed, put her arms over my shoulders and pulled my lips back to hers for a long, deep kiss. Her lips tasted like coffee, and her soft tongue danced with mine. I put my hands on her hips and pulled our bodies closer together.

Just then, the woman occupying the bathroom came out, saw us making out like teenagers, and laughed approvingly. The laugh broke us out of our kiss. My mother collected herself, told me to pay the bill and went into the restroom. Once she came back to the table, we decided to head back to our hotel.

The short walk was awkwardly silent. What had I done? Had I just ruined the most important relationship I have by going to a place no mother and son should go. I cursed myself the entire way back.

Once we walked into the suite, my mother shyly hugged me goodnight and went into her bedroom. I went into my bedroom and collapsed on the bed disgusted with myself.

After a while, I gathered myself, got ready for bed and crawled under the sheets. Problem was, I couldn't sleep. Instead, I just lay in bed replaying our kiss and wondering what came next. At about 1:30 a.m., I couldn't take it anymore. I had to talk to my mother to see if she was as disgusted with me as I was with myself.

I walked across the suite to her bedroom and noticed that the door was cracked open. At home, she had always closed her door shut tight when she went to bed, but I figured maybe she had just forgotten. As I walked into her bedroom, I could vaguely see a silhouette of her on her back in the bed through the little light that was coming in the window.

I walked over to the side of the bed and could see her eyes closed in sleep. I couldn't help but marvel at her beauty once more as she lay still sleeping. It was too much for me to handle. I knelt beside her bed, pulled off her covers to see that she was wearing nothing but a t-shirt and white lace panties.

In a lust-fueled daze, I moved down to the end of the bed, knelt by her feet and began to move up onto the bed between her legs. By the time my head reached the height of her thighs, I decided I couldn't hold back. I leaned in and placed a small kiss on her thigh, then another. I couldn't tell if she was awake or asleep, but she stirred a little and her legs parted just enough for my kisses to move to her inner thigh.

I continued to kiss my way up her legs until I reached the point where her skin met her panties. I paused for a second, looked up at her closed eyes and decided to go for it. I curled my fingers gently around the waistband of her panties and started to pull them down.

Before I could even get them halfway down, her ass lifted up to help me pull them down further. Her eyes remained closed, but she obviously was at least somewhat awake.

I pulled her panties over her feet and threw them to the floor. By the time I turned my focus back to her, her legs were spread open and her feet and knees had drawn up to give me an amazing view of her pussy.

I didn't wait a moment longer. I moved my face between her legs and touched my tongue to the bottom of her pink slit. Her body jerked just a little at the touch, then relaxed. I slowly and lightly moved my tongue from the bottom of her lips up to the top, pausing on her clit. She was dripping wet and tasted even better than I imagined.

I stopped for a second to take in what was happening when I heard, "Don't stop, Matty. Please don't stop."

Armed with the permission I needed, I dove back in with my tongue, alternating between long slow drags and quick twirls on her clit. Her body tensed and thrashed with each different touch of my tongue.

In a moment of daring, I focused the tip of my tongue on her clit, while I slid a finger into her warm, wet entrance. She jerked back and forth as my finger entered, exited and entered her again. After a few minutes of this, her legs tensed around my head and she shuttered with an orgasm that nearly broke my neck.

Remembering that past girlfriends were typically super sensitive to touch after a big orgasm, I simply laid between my mother's legs, my head resting on her stomach.

After a minute, I heard a whisper in the dark. "More."

With those words, I perked up and began kissing my way up her stomach, moving her t-shirt up her body as I went. When I reached her breasts, the shirt caught on her hard nipples. She pulled the t-shirt off the rest of the way, while I hovered above her breasts. I took one of her nipples in my mouth and rolled it on my tongue. I sucked and nibbled it gently, while I squeezed her other breast. She cooed with joy, whispering "yes, yes" into the air.

As I began to kiss my way up towards her neck, her legs coiled up so that her feet were at my waist. Her toes looped around the waistband of my boxers so that as I moved up her body more, they simultaneously pulled down my boxers. In a light-hearted moment, the head of my rock-hard cock caught on the waistband, stopping the removal of the boxers cold. We looked at each other and laughed.

I now hovered directly over her, face to face. She reached her hand down between our bodies, gently wrapped it around my throbbing cock, and whispered, "I want this inside of me now."

Something about those words both exhilarated me and frightened me. I asked if she was sure, and she nodded her head.

"Don't worry," she said. "I'm on the pill."

I knew this was true, since she told me years earlier that, unlike many other women, it helped her keep her period less uncomfortable.

I reached down and guided the head of my cock to the slick entrance of her pussy. She jumped a bit at the touch, but then spread her legs a bit more to allow me easier access. I pushed myself into her just about two inches and stopped. I looked down at her and she bit her lower lip. I then pulled out a tiny bit and pushed a little further in. Within three more of these movements, I was all the way inside of her.

Mom let out a muffled scream when I was fully inside her, but it was a scream of pleasure, not pain. I leaned in and kissed her deeply on the lips as I began to move into her over and over again. Her body moved perfectly with mine, her hands clawing at my back as I drove into her incredible pussy. I couldn't believe we were doing something so taboo, but that only made me want it more.

Our pace quickened and our bodies started to glisten with sweat from our movements. We fucked as if our bodies were wired for one another. After a while, I started to get a little light-headed and knew that I was close to climaxing. I looked down at her and uttered, "I'm gonna cum."

Right then, she wrapped her legs around me and yelled "Yes, baby! Do it!"

No sooner had those words left her mouth than I pushed one final time into her and exploded deep inside of her. Her legs held me inside her and she giggled when she felt each new jet of cum coat the inside of her warm, wet pussy.

I collapsed on top of her, both of us exhausted and spent. I rolled off her body, and we both just lay next to one another catching our breath. I'm not sure how on earth it happened, but I fell asleep before I even knew what had hit me. Maybe it was the jet lag, or maybe it was the fact that I had just had the best fuck of my life. Either way, I was a content sleeper that night.

I woke around 9 a.m. the next morning in an empty bed. In the new light of day, I wasn't quite sure what to think about the night before. I didn't necessarily regret it, but I wasn't sure what to think about it either.

There was a note on my mother's pillow that said, "Got hungry. Went to the hotel restaurant for breakfast." I jumped in the shower quickly, got dressed and went down to meet her. To say I was famished would be an understatement. I saw her sitting at a corner table drinking coffee and looking at a newspaper.

"Good morning, sleepy head," she teased. "You hungry?"

I returned her greeting, waved to the waiter for some coffee, and took a big breath.

"Is everything alright," she asked.

I waited until the waiter filled my cup and left before saying "I'm fine. It's just...um..."

I was stuttering like a fool and I knew it. I finally just stopped, looked her straight in the eye, and said, "Don't be mad, but I'm not sure how to feel about what happened last night?"

The smile left my mother's face and was replaced by a serious look.

"Matthew," she said. "I understand what you're feeling. Trust me, I was wondering the same thing too. But what happened last night, I needed that. I needed you. I understand if you regret it, but I don't. It meant so much to me."

I noticed her eyes were starting to water, so I took her hand to calm her.

"It meant a lot to me, too," I said. "I just didn't want you to think less of me. Do you understand that?"

"I do," she said. "It's not your everyday situation, but I don't want to spend another minute living life the way others want me to."

I smiled at her while we held hands across the table. She then gathered herself, smiled and said, "And by the way, I think it's time you start calling me Lisa. I think last night earned you that right."

"Lisa it is," I chuckled.

Who was this woman? It wasn't the same woman who raised me. Whoever it was, I wanted to be with her more than anything else.

With that conversation out of the way, we went about the rest of our day like typical tourists. I wasn't sure where we stood on what could or should come in the future, but I didn't care at the moment. We had so much fun going to museums, visiting various sites and just being with one another.

We grabbed dinner at a nice restaurant where the portions were far too small for the prices you were paying. After such a tiny dinner, I ordered a piece of cake for dessert, but mom decided against it. How she couldn't still be hungry was beyond me, but so be it.

When we got back to the hotel, the elephant in the room popped back up. What would happen once we got back to the room? I had no idea. We got onto the elevator with an older couple and we naturally moved towards the back of the elevator to allow them room.

Leaning against the elevator wall, mom took my hand in hers. It was a small gesture, but it said a lot. The blood started rushing through my brain—as well as other parts of me.