The Vacation

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Thank you for continuing to read this work.I had to split the story into two parts for various reasons, but I hope you enjoy it. Please be kind in your reviews as I do struggle with editing (I need an editor obviously) and please note that this is nearly as long as the first part.

Wednesday Pt. 2

I got into the shower to clean up after yoga while my men talked in the living room and watched a soccer game--or some game I wasn't paying attention. I let the hot water run while I looked in the mirror. My hands were shaking and I realized I was breathing very fast like I was having a panic attack.

"Calm down, Anya," I said to my reflection. "Slow down."

I took a deep breath and held it and waited. Then another and then another. My mind was going in many directions at once and at full speed. My body was still reeling from desire and expectation. I took my clothes off slowly and carefully. My pussy was so sensitive and so was my ass.

"Fucking hormones," I said. "Calm down."

I took another cleansing breath and gradually I felt my pulse slow. I closed my eyes and just listened to the water and did everything I could to not think. Not yet. I wasn't ready. I wasn't ready to process how I was feeling. I waited. I let out the air slowly from another deep breath.

"Ok," I said to my reflection as I opened my eyes. "Here we are."

I stepped into the shower. So Eric was back. Sooner than we had expected. I was happy to see him. Of course I was. I loved him, he was my home and my man and my husband. It was like I had walked out of an immersive movie or some kind of dream that felt so real but now that I was awake I realized it wasn't. Except that wasn't true. The last few days had happened. In fact they were so real feeling that I felt like I needed to question everything about myself and my family.

"That's too much," I said with my head down and the water running over me.

The truth was staring me in the face. It had been for some time maybe or at least I had become aware of it the last few days. I loved Eric. I never stopped loving him. I have loved him my whole life. But I also loved Tim. He was my son. I had always loved both of them with my whole heart only the way a mom can. The love I had for them was different. What had happened with Tim was just another, new and amazing extension of that love. That is all this was. Yes it was lust and it was my fucking hormones and all that, but it wasn't merely that. Something had happened between us. It was real and it was just between us. It was our secret but it was a secret that I needed. I believed that we both needed. But we also needed boundaries. That is what a mother did for her son: she set boundaries.

I got out of the shower and dried myself off. I wrapped a towel around my head and then put on a robe then sat down and started to put on my lotion. I heard the bedroom door open and for a moment I didn't know who was going to walk in.

"Hey gorgeous," Eric said as he closed the door behind himself. "Sorry if I am bothering you, I just missed you."

I smiled at him in the mirror. "I missed you too honey," I said.

He stepped over to me and put his hand on my shoulder. He leaned down and then kissed my neck gently. Once. Twice. Three times. Then he gave me a soft nibble. My heartbeat quickened and I felt goosebumps forming on my skin. I turned and kissed him and he held my face. We kissed slowly, tenderly and with love. Our mouths moved in unison and he gently turned me. Respectfully, carefully until I faced him.

He kissed my neck again and I slowly undid the knot of my robe letting it fall off my shoulders. The cool air conditioned air rushed over my exposed breasts and my hard nipples. Eric knelt in front of me and started to suck my left breast. His mouth felt like an old friend, warmly caressing and sucking. I gripped it and fed it to him as best as I could. It felt so good. I ran my hands through his hair as he sucked and licked my nipple and my breast.

We made our way to the bed and he made love to my pussy with his mouth and tongue. He knelt on the floor and licked me tenderly. He kissed my pussy like it was my mouth and made out with it. It was kind and familiar. He moaned into me as I felt a warm rush through my body.

"I want you," I said, pulling him up on top of me.

Eric took his pants down and thrust into me. I gripped his cock with my pussy and held my husband and he slowly pushed all of himself into me. I wrapped my legs around him and we kissed as he thrust. He felt so good, so tender. I needed him.

He broke our kiss for a moment and whispered in my ear, "I love you."

I pulled his face back to mine and we continued to kiss. I felt him start to thrust faster, more urgently. I moaned into his mouth. I was nowhere near an orgasm, but I wanted him. I wanted him to fill me up.

He groaned and broke our kiss again as he came inside me. He thrust as fast as he could and I held him and groaned with him. His chest was pressed against mine and his crotch against mine. We were connected.

"Yes baby," I whispered to him. "Yes."

He gave me a few more erratic thrusts and he was done. Spent. He kissed me again.

I held him against me, my hands sliding down his back to his ass and back up again. He was warm, familiar. He was my lover. I kissed him again. "I can tell you missed me," I said with a giggle.

He smiled. Carefully he rolled off of me onto the bed and lay beside me. "I sure did," he said. "I was thinking about doing that the whole time when I was on the plane."

I held his hand and lay on my back. "Sexy man," I said. "Are you saying you carried a boner for little ol' me the whole flight?" My tone was playful.

"Yes ma'am," he said in some sort of silly cowboy accent.

I laughed. He was cheesy sometimes. But he was mine. Heart and soul.

We lay together for a few minutes and then he got up to take a shower. I sat up and fixed my hair, put on some more lotion and then got dressed. I could hear Eric singing in the shower. I think his confidence was coming back. That made me happy.

I walked out into the living room and found Tim lounging on the couch watching TV. He looked at me and smiled. "How was your shower?" he asked.

"Just fine," I said. Boundaries. I sat down beside him and touched his leg. My heart started beating fast again. "So Tim," I began looking at the bedroom door to be sure that Eric was still in the shower. "About all of that has happened..."

He looked at me with those beautiful eyes. I could see there was some fear at what I was going to say. "Um, yeah mom?" I didn't want him to be afraid. There was nothing to be afraid of.

I wasn't sure what I was going to say at that moment. But my body betrayed me and I slid my hand up his thigh to his crotch. His unit felt so fucking good. I gripped it. I took a deep, aroused breath and looked my son in the eyes. I felt him getting hard in my grip. I let go and hooked my fingers at his waistband. Tim sat up and used one hand to pull the front of his shorts down and his big dick sprang up. I gazed at his cock for a moment and I knew I needed it. Whatever boundary I thought I would put up or whatever I was going to say just disintegrated in my mind. "I need you to keep feeding me," I whispered to him as I brought my mouth down to his cock. "Please, be fast. I need it."

My mouth was on his cock and he gripped the base and fed it to me. I put both hands on his thighs and bobbed my head fast, taking his dick about half way down with each movement of my head. I fastened my lips around him and sucked as hard as I could. I looked into my son's eyes and pleaded with him to give me whatever he could.

With one hand he held the back of my head and with the other he gripped his dick and stroked what portion wasn't in my mouth in rhythm with how I sucked him. "Yes mom, yes," he whispered to me. "I love your mouth. It's coming, keep sucking."

Our eyes were transfixed as I sucked and bobbed. I felt completely connected to him, like his cock belonged in my mouth. My mouth was his cock sleeve. It fit perfectly. I squeezed his thighs and kept sucking, moving my head in a steady rhythm and my cheeks concaved from suction. "Mm," I moaned as I tasted some precum.

He started to stroke faster, his hand bunching up to my lips and then down to his base. "Oh fuck!" he whispered.

We were connected, his dick to my mouth. This wasn't simply pleasure, though we had pleasure in spades. This was about shared connection, longing and need. I needed my son's cock. I needed his thick mushroom tip and how it filled my mouth. Fuck, I needed it desperately. I felt some saliva running from my lips onto my chin so I focused on sealing my lips harder around his shaft. I kept my head moving with the rhythm of his hand. I kept my eyes on his so I could see every moment of pleasure and he could see mine.

I felt his hand tighten around my ponytail, like it was some kind of handle for the fuck toy that ws my head. He stared at me and took deep breaths and he sucked in air quickly through his mouth. His chest heaved. He started to stroke faster than my head could bob. More precum leaked into my mouth.

I knew he was getting closer to his release and I needed it. I kept moving my head at the slower rhythm compared to his hand. I sucked the top half of his cock, my head bobbing while he furiously stroked the bottom half with one hand and held my ponytail with the other. He bent over slightly, his mouth opened slightly as he sucked in air. His face was a little closer to mine.

I could tell the different sensations of his hand moving at a fast pace and my mouth moving slower, felt really good for him. He bit his lip and kept staring into my eyes and then slowly started to lean back. I felt his hand tighten into a fist on the ponytail on the back of my head.

All I could think was: Yes baby. Use me. Use mommy's mouth like one of your cum socks.

"Fuck! Fuck! Here it comes," he moaned. He pushed hard on the back of my head and moved his hand from his cock, so I took the length of his dick and as his cockhead hit the back of my throat it erupted with cum.

I sucked and swallowed and his dick pushed down my throat. I kept my face pressed against his body and my mouth to the very base of his cock as he held my head and emptied his balls down my throat. I gulped on his pulsating member as he gave me what he had: my gulps in perfect rhythm with the spurts from his cock. It was like I was meant to do this. I was meant to be his dick milker. He squeezed my pony tail and let out another moan as he gave me one more large, warm spurt and then he was finished. I held myself there, swallowing on my son's dick for a few seconds and then I slowly brought my head up until his spent cock left my mouth.

He pushed his wet, sticky and spent cock back into his shorts and pulled them up. He was breathing heavily and he leaned back on the couch. He looked into my eyes again and said, "Mom, please don't tell me we need to stop this. I know dad is here but please..." His voice trailed off. He was pleading with me.

"Shh," I shushed him very gently and maternally. My gaze at him softened and all I felt was warm gentle love. He was still just my little boy. I wiped my lips and my mouth. "No baby, I don't think we need to stop," I whispered and then sat back slowly as I heard the shower in the other room turn off. "We just need to be careful and just between us."

He nodded,"Ok. I was worried. Because I don't think I can stop doing this with you."

I nodded. "Baby, I don't think I can stop either."

Wednesday Pt. 3

The rain stopped and we had a late lunch on the terrace. The air had that cool feeling just after the rain and the sky was already clearing up. I wore my green bikini with a white coverup and my men both wore their swim trunks and cotton button down shirts. We ate and drank and enjoyed the wind, the sound of the waves and just the company.

Eric gave us the details on his work trip, half of which I didn't totally understand but I could tell he was excited to share so, of course, I was excited to listen. Tim was much more on the quieter side. Every so often he would touch my knee under the table or touch my hand. It felt like we were flirting in school or something and it was kind of cute. Though I wondered at what point, if at all, would Eric notice that Tim seemed a bit closer to me than before. I tried not to think too much about that and we would deal with that conversation, if and when it came.

After lunch we went down to the main pool. It was the largest in the resort with a fountain in the middle and a swim up bar on the north side. Not that many people were out beside us and those that were seemed to be the types that were in the sun as much as humanly possible. Eric and I eyed an older couple that looked like baked raisins. We shared a smile as we both vowed to never get to the point where you looked like a baked potato. It was possible to be too tan.

Tim got in the water with Eric and I took off my cover up and lay on the chaise. I had a floppy beach hat on and some cute sunglasses. I liked this outfit as I felt kind of stylish and I could spy on people under the cover of my hat and glasses. Not spy. People watch. That was more accurate and less invasive sounding.

I could tell Eric had much more pep in his step today. This often was the case when he knew he was a bit of a let down sexually, he would come back the next time determined to be better. Though his performance this morning was usual and fairly unsatisfactory, I knew that he needed the encouragement so I made the sounds and the moves so he felt like I got more out of it physically than I did. The truth was I did get something out of it. I enjoyed his pleasure and his affections. Eric always meant well toward me and he wanted our sex to be good for both of us. Though it wasn't good for me physically, emotionally I always felt closer to him. He sensed that and I think it gave him confidence. I liked my man feeling confident and knowing that I was pleased with him. The truth was, I was always pleased with Eric at some level, though this time I mused as to why I wasn't as sexually frustrated as I normally would have been. We had made love, but in recent months I would have needed to go supplement almost immediately.

I supposed I had done that. Though I didn't like to think of it that way. Tim and I had a new connection. Though it was very separate from Eric I didn't feel that it was taking away anything from Eric. The contradiction, of course, was I knew Tim and I couldn't share with Eric what we were doing. I didn't believe I was cheating, but I wasn't sure how Eric would feel about it and I didn't want to damage him or us in any way. That was the boundary I wanted and needed to put up. I needed to parent Tim through that as best as I could, though I think he understood in his way. I imagined it was similar in his interactions with Laurie. He loved her and they were together, but at the same time he loved me. I rubbed my temple and took a drink from my mojito. It wasn't simple and I wasn't totally sure if these thoughts were true or fair or made sense. All I knew is these thoughts were settling me and I needed to feel settled.

I saw the man from yoga across the pool. He was sitting by the pool with his feet in the water. He held some sort of umbrella drink and sipped it. Though he wore sunglasses I knew he was looking at me. I didn't mind it being looked at, but I also didn't really want to speak to this man anymore. That was the downside of these smaller resorts and, sometimes, vacations like this, is you can't always choose who vacations with you. Well he wasn't worth my time, even to people watch. I shifted my attention back to Eric and Tim. Eric had gone to the pool bar and he was chatting up the bartender. No doubt he was going to get some sort of secret bartender special and I couldn't wait to try it. Tim swam over toward me then climbed out of the pool.

"Hey baby," I said to him as he picked up the towel on the lounger beside me and wiped his face.

"Hey mom," he replied with a smile.

I admired his body from his handsome face, strong shoulders down to the way his wet swimsuit hugged his delicious package.

"How is the water?" I asked.

"It's great," Tim said as he sat down next to me. "You should actually get in some times instead of just laying here looking beautiful."

I smiled at him. "Well someone needs to do it," I replied. "I am almost ready to get in, I think. Are you all done?"

"No, just wanted to see what you were up to," Tim said.

"Just people watching," I mused.

"See anyone interesting," Tim asked. He was always so curious to know what I thought or what I saw, he had always been that way.

"Just your father," I said then I pulled my sunglasses now and looked Tim over with my eyes very obviously pausing on his crotch, "And you, of course."

Tim gave me a wide smile. "Come on, let's get in the water." Tim got up and beckoned me to follow him.

"Very well," I said, getting up slowly. I felt a tingle in my thighs and my tummy. I sighed slightly as I stood up. I was always horny.

I stepped into the water and I noticed Yoga Man watching me get in the pool. I could see his wife sitting behind him on a lounger and I wondered if she was aware of what her husband was, seemingly, always up to. I had learned there were three types of wives in this regard: 1. Those that believed they controlled their husbands and so they were blissfully unaware. 2. Those who were insecure and felt they could do nothing to stop it, so they ignored it. 3. Those that overtly or secretly got off on it. Yoga man's wife looked to be in the first category if I was forced to make a judgment call. For a moment I wondered which I was in terms of Eric and I realized I was probably in that category as well. I didn't like that so I pushed the thought away.

I followed my son into the pool and we found a free space on the wall closest to the ocean. We hugged the wall and watched the waves. I always loved the irony of sitting in a pool and watching the ocean. As soon as we settled in I felt Tim's hand brush against my ass cheek. I looked at him from the corner of my eye, still wearing my sunglasses. I assumed he had no idea which way I was looking.

"Mom," Tim said in a low voice.

"Yes honey?" I replied, turning my head toward him.

"Your ass is ridiculous. I am sure every guy at this pool is hoping you will walk by so they can have a look," he said as he gave my buttcheek a little squeeze.

My body tingled at his firm grip. "I am not totally sure about that," I said in a flirty voice.

"I am," he said, giving me another squeeze.

"Should I get out of the pool and walk around it once to test your theory? You can count how many, if any men turn their heads," I said. I felt myself getting more excited by his touch.

"I am not sure I want you to do that," he said. One of his fingers slid into the leg hole of my bottoms and caressed more of my buttcheek.

I moved a little closer to him and his hand slid beneath my suit and he gripped my bare ass cheek. It felt really fucking good. "Why? Are you afraid I may prove you wrong?"

He shook his head and swallowed. "No, I don't like a bunch of strange men looking at..."

I stuck my hand down the front of his swimsuit and gripped his hard cock.

"...you. You are my mom," he continued with a bit of a strain in his voice. "I like you for myself." He tightened his grip on my ass and I moved closer to him. From above the water it looked like we were just sitting close, talking and looking out at the ocean.

I gripped his dick at the base, my fingers partially holding his balls as well. "All to yourself?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. I gripped his cock harder, reaching for his whole ballsack, finding it and clutching it--balls and base together. "You don't want to show me off?"