Back then, when I was twenty nine years old, I went on a summer vacation with some friends of mine. We had a blast, and I had more than just one hookup during those ten days next to the ocean. But while fucking those woman my mind tended to wander elsewhere: I was mostly thinking about my own mother while I filled them with my cum.
One day after returning home, one day after me returning into my inner city apartment, the woman I had been secretly lusting for during my vacation would come for a visit into the city I was living in. My mother would stay in my place and sleep next to me in my bed. For two nights, because she was planning to return into the small town I had grown up in during Sunday afternoon, it just would be the two of us, most likely doing some more than forbidden things.
I was more than excited, and for sure more than a little bit horny, when I took the subway over to the main train station to pick up my mother. It was early afternoon when I arrived early at my destination. The train my mom was in surprisingly was on time, so I had ten minutes to kill. To get my mind off thinking about doing some naughty things with my own mom I did some people watching.
Plenty of things were going on around me: People were saying goodbye, people were arguing, people were nervously waiting and people were behaving like morons. While looking around I also made sure that there was no one around that knew my me or even more problematic, my mother and me. And that we were mother and son, not just an ordinary couple with an age gap of more than twenty years.
Luckily I discovered not a single familiar face. So far so good, but there could be someone arriving with the train that was entering the station. Someone could be on the same train my mother was on, who hopefully was equally looking forward to be united with her son like I was looking forward to be united with my mother.
Then the train came to a standstill and the doors opened. A lot of people got out of the train, the platform got more than crowded. It was organized chaos. I tried to check out every person that walked by me, or towards me, to make sure that I knew no one.
Because I wanted to hug, to kiss my own mother. Not how a son hugs and maybe kisses the woman that once has given birth to him, more like lovers were doing such things after missing each other for some time.
I was more than willing to passionately kiss my own mother. To hug her while doing so, to hold her in my arms, to led her into my apartment, to tear the clothes of her body and then to dump a huge load into the hole I once had come out off. Fuck, how I needed exactly that. Then I saw her.
The moment my own mother came into my field of view a wave of excitement drove through my body. My mom walking down the platform, wearing a summer dress -- it was a really warm, maybe even hot last Friday in August -- it did things for me. Horny me was more than just in full swing.
But unfortunately, a colleague of my mother, a teacher working in the school my fifty two year old mom was the principal off, walked next to her. So no passionate welcome kissing, no real hugging like lovers, I had to force my inner horny animal back into his cage and go into son only mode. It was more than a demanding thing to do, but I pulled myself together.
When my mother and her coworker arrived at my position reasonable me had already won the battle against horny me. At least for the time being. I briefly hugged my mother -- feeling her that close, having her scent in my nose, it felt so good for both of us -- then I shook her coworkers hand. Then I grabbed my mothers luggage and the three of us left the main station together.
It was on our way out that my mother's coworker told me that she only would be in town for about two hours, then she would head to the airport to fly elsewhere. Once the mature teacher was done giving me the reason why she was in town, she asked me the following question: "Do you know a nice place to kill those two hours?"
After thinking about her question for a minute or two, a nice restaurant thing everything from far away from where we were at came into my mind. Some time later my mother, her coworker and me were sitting inside the stylish place giving an order to a waiter: The coworker insisted on inviting my mother and me. We weren't able to get out of it, because the two of us, we were in need of some alone time.
We were talking about this, about that, it was actually a nice get together, until the unavoidable topic came up. The coworker asked me the following question: "And is there a lucky woman on your side?"
The coworker clearly wasn't hitting on me, she just was curious. I gave her my usual answer: "So far I haven't found the fight one for something serious, but I am enjoying my life."
My answer put a smile on the coworker's face: "Yes, you are your mother's son. She gives exactly the same answer."
After she was done speaking the coworker excused herself and went to the restroom. It was my mother and me alone for the first time since she arrived in the city. Our equally lust filled eyes met each other. We more than wanted, we needed each other. A mother more than had the hots for her own son, and a son wanted nothing except mounting his own mother.
Then our hands accidentally touched. It felt more than good, it drove an excited horny wave through our bodies. We wanted each other, we wanted to fuck each other's brains out. And my mom and me, our inner horny animals would have been more than okay to do each other right now, in public, in the middle of a very popular and crowded restaurant.