Last Sexy Holiday with Mum and Sis

All the character's in this story are over the age of 18. I'm very happy to receive feedback or suggestions. Please comment.

1.

The shop mum had taken us to was a specialist underwear shop for curvy women.

'Please, James, I don't want them to know you're my son, nono, it'd be a lot weirder if they knew, and I really need to get the best service I can. If they think I'm dating a young hunk, I'll get the VIP service.'

I objected a bit, but in truth didn't put up much of a fight, it was nice to know mum thought of me as a young hunk.

'I just need a couple of swimsuits and something in case I get lucky. If this is going to be the last holiday we all have as a family, I want it to be one that i look hot in the photos. Something I can put on bumble when I get home.''

'Eww mum.'

'Shush, it's been a year. Mummy deserves some special time.'

'I know, I know, it's just weird when you are so open about it.'

We entered the shop which had a bit of an old school boudoir vibe to it. Lots of velvet drapes and such.

A woman in her mid 30s dressed very smartly in a trouser suit and wearing incredibly expensive heels approached mum.

'Well I hope that we can help you, madam.'

'You certainly can, I'm looking to buy a couple of swimsuits and maybe something for, ahh, fun. I'm a 36J.'

I didn't know a whole lot about bra sizes but that sounded like a lot. I knew mum was curvy, but 36j was huge.

The assistant looked at mum squarely in the chest and said 'No. No, you're not that.. We better get you measured up first.'

Mum looked taken aback, but I could tell she was impressed.

'Is this your husband?' she said, looking at me with an air of casual appreciation.

'Umm, partner.' mum said.

'Well, you are a lucky lady. As are you, young man, your partner is a beautiful woman, but she is not a 36j. Can you wait here while we measure these beautiful boobs?'

Mum was practically melting.

'Of course.' I said and settled into browsing the shelves of bras while I waited.'

After a few minutes I heard mum say clearly 'Fucking hell, 34, fucking double K' Mum and the shop assistant emerged form the measuring room with the shop assistant still chuckling saying 'I told you you were not 36j'

Mum spent a few more minutes browsing for some items that fit her needs while I scrolled through IG.'

'Come on James, I need you to tell me what you think while I try these on.' She had a fistful of things in her arms.'

Mum looked at the look on my face. 'You're not that lucky today pal, i get changed, then i come out and you tell me what you think.'

Mum went behind quite a sumptuous curtain, this was definitely not like the changing rooms in Marks and Spencer. There was a mini bench to wait outside the changing rooms. Presumably husbands and boyfriends used it to scroll while their partners tried on outfits. I supposed I was probably one of very few sons that had sat here.

She emerged some time later in a fairly modest but very pretty flowery swimsuit, but it looked quite modern and obviously very well made. The cups fitted mum perfectly.

'What do you think?' she said

'Nice.' I nodded appreciatively 'it really suits you.'

'The problem is when you have boobs like this, it's almost impossible to wear a swimming cossie that doesn't look slutty.'

It was true, I'd seen mum in swimming costumes when we used to go swimming at the rec centre, and I do have vivid memories of her boobs jiggling all over the place while my friends tried, unsuccessfully, to not stare.

'Not slutty at all.' I said.

'O.K.' she said, 'That's a yes.'

I laughed as she went back behind the curtain.

The costume mum emerged a few moments later was almost the opposite of the first.

It was a black bikini engineered from 3 pieces of cloth. Evidently, there was more to it than that, as the fabric clung to mum's body perfectly. She looked stunning, and if I'm honest I was a tiny bit turned on. I even found mum's slightly saggy tummy sexy.

'This is quite slutty, I think.' she said.

'Not slutty, no. But there isn't much to it.'

'But it fits so well. Look.' Mum turned around.

Her bum was pretty well covered, just a bit of her arse was visible right where it met the top of her thighs.

The shop assistant appeared as I was appraising mum's behind. Looking at mum's arse she said. 'Yes, this is perfect. Your boobs are nicely separate but look sensational. I think the colour is good on you too.'

'Mum said to the assistant 'Thank you so much, I'll definitely take this, too. Um.. could you help me with the body suit though, I'm not sure i know how to get into it.' The lady chuckled knowingly and followed mum into the changing room.'

Eventually the shop assistant emerged and said to me 'Hon, you are going to die. All I can say is you are a very lucky man.'

Not wanting to disabuse her, I smiled and said 'Oooh, can't wait.'

Mum came out from behind the curtain with a slightly sheepish look on her face.

'Darling, if you think it's too much, you have to say. Obviously, imagine lipstick and a nice hairdo.'

I'm sure I must have gone pale because all the blood immediately rushed to my penis.

'Are you ok sweetie, do you hate it?'

'No, I love it. I just wasn't expecting this...'

Mum was wearing a black strappy bodysuit. Her enormous cleavage was jiggling as she stood looking at me nervously. I had never seen anyone wearing something like this in my life, let alone on my own mother.

'The woman said this part would help to cover my tummy a bit.'

I looked down and indeed mum's tummy pouch was well covered. The bottom half of the outfit had suspender straps hanging down.

Mum saw me looking and said 'I can wear suspenders if I'm feeling extra spicy.'

I was struggling to form words in my mouth, especially because I didn't want to call her 'mum'

'My only thought is, ah, ummm, is it a bit see through.'

'Yes it is rather sheer I suppose. You don't mind, do you?'

To say it was see through was an understatement, I could clearly see mum's nipples through the fabric, her dark areola looked stunning. I didn't dare to look too long at the crotch area, but at a very quick glance I could see that mum had a full bush.

The sales advisor was beaming.

'Isn't it sensational?' she said.

My mum looked at her and said 'you don't think it's too much, do you? I'm nearly 50 you know.'

'Are you joking with me? If I was a man, I'd fuck you right here. Look at those tits. I'd kill for boobs like that.' She grabbed hold of her own boobs and squeezed them. 'Turn around and show him the back.' she continued.

Mum swallowed deeply and said 'oh yes, the back, how could I forget.'

If it was possible to turn nervously, mum did it.

For the second time in 5 minutes blood rushed to my now swollen and throbbing cock.'

The back continued the strappy theme but the straps converged at the top of mums bum and disappeared down her crack. Mum's whole bare arse was on display to me.

'Oh gorgeous.' I managed.

Mum blushed slightly. 'Oh, you are kind.'

'Thank you, hunny.' she said and came over to kiss me softly on the lips.

'O.K. I'll take it.' and the swimsuits please, too.'

'With pleasure' the sales advisor said and sauntered off while mum went back to the changing room to get changed

Once mum had paid and we headed outside, mum turned to me and said 'Sorry for the kiss on the lips, I thought it might look weird if I kissed you on the cheek. I meant it though, your support in there meant a lot. Thanks for playing along with the husband and wife thing, too.'

'I think the shop assistant had a bit of a crush on me.' I said.

'Ha, of course you would think that. You know they probably say stuff like that to everyone, even the ugly men.'

I tried to hide my disappointment, but mum looked at me and said 'you are my handsome boy you know. Right my lucky partner, you can buy your mum with 'incredible tits' a drink.'

We headed off in the direction of a nice bar I knew about nearby.

2.

I'd decided to stay at Mum's the night before our flight so that we could share a cab in the morning to the airport. I was going to park in her driveway so that I didn't have to spend a fortune in airport parking fees.

I arrived at her house in the late afternoon, just in time for an early supper. In fact as mum let me in I could smell the bolognese sauce that she was famous for on the stove.

'Mmm that smells lovely. We'll stink of garlic on the plane tomorrow though, the other passengers will love us!' I said laughing.

'Well, I don't give a fuck what they think.' mum said.

'Have you been hanging out with Charli?' I said, smiling at mum's swearing.

'We've been talking on the phone a lot.' Mum said 'Talking about you mostly.'

'Of course, what else is there to talk about?' I said, helping myself to a beer from the fridge.

Mysterious, I thought, why were they talking about me?

'I hope you're hungry.' She said emptying out a saucepan full of cooked spaghetti into a colander.

'Starving.' I said.

After dinner, I slouched out on the sofa, taking a glass of wine with me.

Mum said 'I'm super tired, so I'm just going to get changed into my pyjamas and then we can watch TV.'

'OK mum,'

I settled down watching some series about cheerleaders on Netflix. I heard the shower going and then the sounds of mum shuffling around upstairs.

Eventually mum reappeared in the living room, also carrying a glass of wine.

I was quite surprised about mum's choice of pyjamas. My eyebrows must have been raised when I glanced at her as she responded 'It's too warm for a proper pair of pyjamas.'

'Honestly mum it's fine. I feel like I've seen a lot more of you this week.''

She was wearing a light grey tank top that was cropped quite short on her tummy, and some fairly small grey knickers with a string side and thick waistband. Her boobs looked huge in the tank top and as he laid on her side, I could see down most of her boobs between the massive cleavage. I could see a few stray dark hairs sticking out of the edge of mum's knickers too. This was all proving quite a turn on for me.

Mum must have felt uncomfortable or noticed me staring as she grabbed a pillow and held it against her tummy. I noticed though that her nipples were sticking prominently through the grey fabric.

'James.' Mum said seriously, turning towards me, 'I need to talk to you about something.'

Oh fuck, she definitely must have noticed me staring I thought.

'James, you know your father?'

'Yes.'

'Well, that nasty little fucker has finally made his bed with that skanky whore that he was fucking, they're moving in with each other.'

I couldn't say that I was surprised.

'Anyway, since it looks like he won't be around anymore, I wanted to talk to you about your master's degree.'

'Ohhhhkaaaay.' I couldn't figure out where mum was going with this.

'You know, James, your mother is a very conservative traditional woman'

I raised an eyebrow at her.

'How you feel, has got very little to do with how you look on the outside, James.'

'Ok. Well I don't see where you're going with this.' I said.

'I think a woman needs a man to look after her.' She said with a flourish.

'But, mum, that's ridiculous. You're a strong independent woman.'

'Is it James, I am a strong independent woman and all that bollocks. But I think men are stronger than women because their job is to protect their tribe.'

This was very surprising coming from mum. I never saw her as a trad-wife.

'Mum, you will find another man to be with, look how smart, funny and beautiful you are.'

Mum, blushed and imperceptibly squeezed her thighs together.

'Thank you son. Yes, I'm sure I will. But what am I going to do until that happens?'

'I will be here every weekend to come over, and I know Charli will be here too whenever she can.'

'James, look. I'll give you an example. I know that you are more than capable of cooking for yourself and I am more than capable of looking after myself, but looking after a man is what I do. It's in my DNA. your father and I were married for 30 years. I don't really know how to do anything else. And more importantly, I don't want to.'

'So, what are you saying mum?'

'I want to ask if you would consider either moving your master's to a London university or postponing it for a year?. So that you can come and live here and protect your dear old mother, and I can repay you with food and laundry.'

This was a lot to process. I'd already set up a part time job in a lawyer's office as a dogsbody and sorted out my accommodation.

'Mum, I don't know. It's a lot to ask.'

'I know darling. I just want you to think about it. Can we talk about it again while we're away?'

I didn't want to commit to anything, but I had to admit the idea of mum taking care of me seemed quite appealing. Especially if she was going to be wandering around the house in outfits like this.

'OK mum. I love you, I just want you to be happy.'

A broad smile came over mum's face. She stood up and came over to me and bent down slowly to kiss me on the cheek. While she was bent over I was afforded a clear view down her deep cleavage. I loved how the skin on mum's boobs was so taut I could see the blue veins winding their way across her boob flesh.

'I love you, too, sweetie. I'm really looking forward to this trip.' She said as she took altogether too long to stand up straight and return to the other sofa..

3.

After an easy cab ride to the airport and mainlining coffee on the way, we arrived and fought our way through security. A quick browse through duty free brought us out into the main waiting area where we settled down to wait for our gate to be called.

'Are you a bit stressed?' mum asked me.

'Yeah, I love flying, I just find the process of getting through the airport a massive strain. If I ever came into a huge amount of money, I'd fly private, everywhere... Get out of the car, straight onto the plane, someone hands you a glass of champagne. Bliss.'

'Well Mr. You always were 'Champagne taste, Fanta budget.''

I smiled as this was one of mum's favourite sayings.

I kissed her on the cheek. 'You look amazing by the way. Did you do your hair?'

'Oh now he notices, yes do you like it?' Mum had an Auntie Val from Friday night dinners vibe going on. Shoulder length bob with subtle highlights. 'I went to the fancy one in town, it should have cost an absolute fortune, but I got a trainee and it only cost about fifty quid.'

'Very Auntie Val.'

'I'll take that as a compliment since you have a huge crush on that actress'

'Hmmm, can't lie... anyway, yes it looks great. I like this dress, too.'

Mm opened her light jacket and showed it to me. It was a long stripy dress that looked like it was made of some kind of knitted material. It had a fairly scooped neck and mum's cleavage was visible. This was completely normal though. It was almost impossible for mum to wear anything without it drawing attention to her chest. Since her divorce though Mum stopped trying to cover it up, with scarves and baggy tops. She was embracing the curvy girl style.

'Really nice actually.' I continued, 'Where did you get it from?'

'Oh just an account I follow on instagram.' she said.'It's crazy comfortable, perfect for travelling. Also what I really love about it is I don't need to wear a bra with it.'

'Oh TMI, mum.'

'Well, since I discovered that I'm 34kk, bras have gotten a LOT more expensive, so if I can avoid it, I do.'

Since I kind of had free-reign to inspect mum's dress, my eyes lingered over her chest to see if I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. To my pleasant surprise I spotted the subtle circumference of her areola between the stripes. Mum had exceptionally dark nipples so it was hard to hide them. My cock stirred in my jeans and I looked away saying 'yes, very nice.'

After what seemed like an age our gate was called and we headed over to the plane, fortunately our destination wasn't on the stag and hen circuit so it was fairly quiet and we found a seat quickly.

As we were about to take our seats, one of the flight attendants asked mum to empty a few things out of her bag as it was too bulky to go under the seat. Standing in the aisle I watched while mum pulled things out of her bag and stuffed them into mine. I noticed that her dress had slipped and the top of her dark areolas were slipping out. It was quite the view. I really wanted to not look but something about her deep cleavage and nipples poking out caused me to stare. Unconsciously, my dick started to swell again in my trousers. I was wearing quite tight jeans and my hard cock was clearly outlined in my crotch. Mum looked up and asked me to pass her another bag. Looking straight at my crotch she said under her breath but audibly 'Holy Fuck.'

Finally, mum got her shit together and after lots of tutting managed to get one of the bags up into overhead hold. While she did this though, with her back to me, I felt her bum brush against my crotch. I shifted away from her in the tight space but she backed into me more noticeably, pushing her hips back towards mine,

'You ok there mum, or do you need a hand?'

Eventually she got everything in and the remaining passengers squeezed past, tutting at us loudly as they went past.

We settled into the flight. Mum's solid thighs jammed against my legs for the whole flight. We chatted idly about how excited she was to see Charli again. I had a chance to have a quick nap on the plane, but I daydreamed about whether Mum frotting against me was on purpose or accident. I had definitely been seeing a lot more of mum in one way or another, since her divorce. Whether it was see-through lingerie in the shop or the stripey dress this morning. I couldn't say I was particularly sad about it. I loved my mum, and was very happy she was expressing herself a bit more after her bout of depression caused by dad's infidelity. If it meant that she occasionally neglected to wear a bra or took me lingerie shopping with her, I was fine with that.

Once we landed in France there was a brief but inevitable faff with getting out and finding passports, I'm pretty sure I have inherited some of my mum's ADHD, so two of us trying to get our shit together to go on a flight has its issues.

Coming out into the bright Cote d'or sun we spotted Charli standing by a little Citroen in the pick up area. She ran up to mum first and gave her a huge hug.

'Mum, for fuck's sake, look at you. You look fucking incredible.'

Mum tolerated Charli's potty mouth in a way she never would from me. It must be some kind of feminine indulgence.

'Look at your tits in that dress! Men are going to go at you like flies on shit.'

'That's an analogy to remember.' I said sarcastically.

'James you look OK I suppose. Still going for the Jude Law in Talented Mr Ripley look, I see.' She handed me an imaginary phone 'Hey, it's 1999 for you, they want their look back.'

'Charli, you are hilarious. you know.' I gave her a hug too. She was a pain in the arse, but she was still my sister and I did really love her.

I had to admit, Charli looked fucking amazing, even though I would never admit it to her. She was wearing a tight yellow crop top and short tailored shorts. Charli's boobs were tiny compared to mum, she must have missed out on that gene. But her taut body showed how hard she worked in the gym. She had competed at national level for triathlon when she was at university, but had given it up after an achilles injury. She was definitely softer than she had been 5 years ago, but still obviously took care of herself. She had got a job as an in-house lawyer for a large sportswear brand based in Montreal, so she had been spending a few days at a language bootcamp in Bordeaux before our break immersing herself in French language. Canadian French is a weird version of French but it was close enough.